At half past four in the afternoon, a very cold wind blew in the capital, and small snowflakes fell along with the broken ice, which was quite abnormal. Liang Yanhong held Lin Miao's four middle school individual awards that she had just gotten and a trophy awarded to the Dongou Municipal Education Bureau, with a smile on her face and a large group of educators from the Qujiang team coming out of the building.

The business of the auto repair shop is yellow, and I heard that the turtle boss was forced to go home and inherited hundreds of millions of family business, and his father did not allow him to continue to play tickets, so Master Yuan suddenly lost his job. The strong wind blew through Yuanhan's hair, which had not been shaved for four months, the long hair fluttered, handsome, free and free, he reached out and stroked his hair, turned his head to look at the opposite side, and saw the people on the opposite side laughing and holding the trophy in their hands, and his lonely heart suddenly burned and jumped again. Although he was unemployed, homeless, and a prostitute, he knew that he was a man, unlike those people across the street, who lived forever in a restrictive system, chasing after those false honors and powers, and most importantly, they were not free. Yuan Han stopped silently, watched Liang Yanhong and a group of people walk away, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Only the last one remains.

Yuan Han put the cigarette in his mouth and took out the match, which was very coincidental, and there was only the last one left.

He likes matches, better than lighters a lot, because they are fresh and natural and unpretentious, full of pre-modern beauty, each one is unique, unlike lighters, assembly line production, even if it is a famous brand, it can't escape the stereotypical industrial atmosphere. Especially those so-called luxury goods, it is simply nonsense, only a person with a brain watt will spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy an ignition device, which has nothing to do with whether he can afford it himself, he just purely despises the series of products with IQ tax.

With the rebelliousness of confronting the whole world in his eyes, Yuan Han gently held the match, and with a bang, the flames jumped up, the fire was warm and soft, and Yuan Han was like protecting the girl's body, gently blocking the wind for the flames and stretching out to his mouth. But at this moment, a drop of ice rain fell straight down, and it hit the flame by incomparably coincidence. There was not even a sound, and the glimmer of light faded suddenly. And between the match head and the cigarette butt, there is only one centimeter of distance.

Yuan Han was stunned in place, and he wanted to recite a poem to express his inner feelings at this time.

But I have been away from school for too long, and many of the poems that were originally very delicate and hand-picked can't jump out of half a sentence at this time.

After a long time, he silently threw the match in his hand on the ground, and the cigarette that fell on his mouth was also spit out. Words like "live or die, it's a question" flashed in my mind, but my mouth went deep into the masses, and only two words popped out in a simple and understandable way: "Fuck." Then, with a concise and precise expression of emotion, he stepped on the smoke on the ground.

"Ouch, writer, pretty dick. Behind Yuan Han, a slurred voice sounded.

Master Yuan, who was depressed, turned his head to look and saw that it was a small-eyed peer with an unattractive appearance and rustic atmosphere, and he couldn't help but smile and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Well, I've seen your photo, Mr. Yuan, I'm glad to meet you. The little eyes stretched out their hand to Master Yuan.

Yuan Han shook his hand and asked, "You don't have a local accent, are you?"

"Well, I'm from New Taipei. Little Eyes smiled on his face, "Gesture again, the island across the continent." ”

Yuan Han suddenly looked yearning and said with a smile: "It's a good place, Luo Dayou's hometown." ”

Little Eyes nodded.

Master Yuan, who was not good at socializing, suddenly came to talk about sex today because he was stimulated by unemployment. The two of them seemed to be walking aimlessly, and while chatting, Master Yuan asked again and again, "What are you doing on the mainland?"

The little eyes looked into the distance, with a few hints of longing in their eyes, and replied, "Come and find the meaning of my existence." ”

This answer is 180% in line with Yuan Han's appetite.

Master Yuan secretly thought in his heart that Wanwan people are really high-quality, like this, he can hear from other people's mouths at most 0.5 times a year, because only his father occasionally has a lot of flirtatation, he will say it once a year or two, and the Wanwan boy in front of him, who looks very dirty, has just met him, and it didn't take more than 2 minutes to say such a thing, so you can imagine how big the education gap between the two sides of the strait is.

This is called quality!

What is Lin Miao's name? Philistine! Snobbish! Full of businessman's copper smell!

Even when I was admitted to a university, I went for the score.

Is it meaningful to read such a book? It simply kills the soul!

Yuan Han couldn't help but compare the young man in front of him with Lin Miao, and couldn't help but ask again: "Dude, what's your name?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, you call me Jay. Jaylen had a simple smile on his face.

Master Yuan has lost his critical spirit, anyway, as long as it is on the other side of the strait, it must be beautiful, blurted out: "Good name." There is a hint of deliberate flattery. This is not the usual Master Yuan, and Master Yuan is not usually such a person.

But when he met a guest across the channel, he was happy to do so.

Jay Lun smiled shyly, and heard that Master Yuan was just casually flattering, and didn't take it too seriously, and then said to himself: "I've read a little bit of your book, it's a little interesting." But it's a pity that I'm past that age, and there are some things you said that I don't particularly agree with. ”

When Yuan Han heard this, the smile on his face couldn't help but retract a little.

He was a little resistant, and couldn't help asking, "What aspects?"

Jay Lun shook his head and said with a smile: "I won't say anything specific, saying it will definitely hurt your feelings, I am also a creative person, don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself." ”

When Yuan Han heard this, he was suddenly relieved a few points in his heart, and said that the citizens of Baodao are cultivated. In this way, he really lost his mustard, and took the initiative to look for it in the face very humbly and said: "It's okay, just say it, I'm not so fragile." ”

Jay Lun thought for a while and said slowly: "Okay, it's actually not a big deal, after all, you don't express many opinions, it's nothing more than a little opinion on education." To be honest, I don't like to read either, but it's really hard to get a good job if you don't study hard. I'm really lucky, when I was a child, my mother forced me to learn a lot of useful things in life, I studied piano for many years, although I didn't read very well, but I barely had a skill. E-Book Workshop

So I think education is a thing, how to say, if you don't spend time on reading, you have to spend time on other aspects, it's a matter of choosing one of two choices, but no matter which one you choose, the premise is to be serious. Like myself, if it weren't for my mother forcing me to study music for so many years, with those accumulations and accumulations, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to come to the mainland today. Do you know what my boss told me?"

Yuan Han asked, "What do you say?"

Jay Lun smiled: "He said, Jay, the hero of the world, only Jun and Cao'er." In terms of making money, I am the first in the world, and in terms of music, you are the first in the world. ”

Yuan Han smiled and said, "Your boss is very awesome?"

Jay Lun smiled: "Yes, my boss is really a dick, and I met you through my boss." ”

Yuan Han was slightly stunned, and his expression became strange: "Who is your boss?"

The two walked past a newsstand, Jay stopped and saw the top headline of the "Beijing Evening News" just printed today, with a news that "Shanshui Group will spend 1 billion yuan to enter the real estate industry in Yanjing City".

Jay took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to the old man who sold the newspaper, picked up the newspaper, and pointed to the news on it.

Seeing this, Master Yuan's eyes suddenly changed.

Jay Lun laughed: "You've fought with my boss so many times, and I've read everything you wrote on your blog." To be honest, I wanted to scold you at first, but when I talked to you today, I feel that you are quite polite. ”

Master Yuan was silent.

Jay Lun said to himself: "I met with Miao Ye just now, Miao Ye said that the group was in trouble, and originally wanted to invest 10 million in me directly, so that I could go back and open a music company first." But now I can't be so radical, I can only give me five million first, let me make a simple album out. His vision is too big, on our side, it is more than 500,000 yuan to open a company, how can it be as much as 5 million, when Ren Xianqi is not popular, it doesn't take so much money to shoot an MTV. ”

Master Yuan listened to Jay Lun's words, and his head was buzzing.

Mess.

An unemployed person who heard from a peer that he had received an investment of five million.

What is the concept of five million?

The welfare lottery jackpot is only five million! And Nima has never seen a living person win! Yuan Han didn't know why Jay Lun was telling him this, he felt that he was forced to pretend to be so forced, and the pain was far greater than being forced.

Just thinking about whether to say goodbye, Jay Lun suddenly said: "It's a coincidence today, I was going to fly back in the evening, and before leaving, I wanted to come here to see where Miao Ye walked, and I just happened to meet you." Mr. Yuan, meeting is fate. Before leaving, I advise you from a personal standpoint, don't fight with my boss, you and my boss are not of the same magnitude. I'm not afraid to tell you a secret, my boss's blog is basically a secretary now, he's so busy, let alone choking with you, he basically doesn't even have time to surf the Internet. You see...... He's talking about projects like that now. ”

Jaylen raised the newspaper in his hand.

The 1 billion written on it is so dazzling in the eyes of Master Yuan.

Yuan Han pretended not to care, smiled, and said, "What's the point of you telling me this? ”

"Of course. Jay Lun said seriously, "But if I didn't see you today, I wouldn't have said so much to you, but since I saw you, I can't be a turtle with a shrunken head, I must tell you what is in my heart." Although my boss never told me to do these things, I think I have an obligation. ”

Yuan Han glanced at Jay and patted him on the shoulder.

"Dude, you have been brainwashed by Lin Miao, be sober, learn more from Luo Dayou, sooner or later you will know that you are naïve in those places. Yuan Han pretended to be profound, leaving Jay Lun with a back.

Jay Lun stood in place, watching Yuan Han's back go away, and smiled.

"Mr. Zhou!" After a while, a mustache suddenly ran up behind Jay, panting and asking, "I'll do it, I can't find you for a long time, and you're lost!"

"The road in the capital is so straight, how can you get lost?" Jay Lun smiled and grabbed the mustache's shoulder, turned his head and walked back, and said, "Don't call me Mr. Zhou, everyone works for Miao Ye together, according to the mainland, they are all comrades." ”

"Comrade, that sounds weird......"

"What's the blame? Didn't Sun Yat-sen still say that comrades still need to work hard? Wenshan, have you ever read a book? I feel that Chinese is worse than mine, how could President Lin ask you to write lyrics for me? Is it the wrong person?"

", I'm a professional at writing lyrics......! Shanshui Group? Isn't it Miao Ye's enterprise? 1 billion yuan? I'll do it! Miao Ye used to be so strong? Are the mainlanders so rich now?"

"What continent is not continental, the ideological consciousness is a little higher, it is all Chinese okay......"

"How dare you say that when you go back?"

"Heh, what's not to dare to do? I make music by fans, not by pleasing some stupid people, what do I ......have to be afraid of?"