My name is Fugui.

After writing these four words, Zhuang Yan entered Fugui's consciousness and began to record the story like a diary:

After resting for a night, how did she feel more uncomfortable, Jiazhen got up early in the morning as usual.

"Go get me a basin of water. I said to Jiazhen.

Of course, Jiazhen listened to me, and hurriedly went to fetch water, she has been pregnant with a child for a few months, and when she walks, her crotch is like two steamed buns, and her feet do not go to the cross, and it is uncomfortable to look at.

Jiazhen was not like this before, in the early years, she was still a female student, at that time there was a night school in the city, Jiazhen wore a moon-white cheongsam, carried a small kerosene lamp, and went to school with a few female companions.

I saw her around the corner, she came over with a twist, her high heels knocked on the stone slab, ticking like it was raining, my eyes wouldn't move, Jiazhen was so beautiful at that time, her hair hung all over her ears, and the cheongsam wrinkled on her waist when she walked, I thought at the time, I want her to be my woman.

But now Jiazhen, I look a little disgusted.

……

There is a brothel I like to go to, called Qinglou. There's a chubby ** inside that I especially like, and when she walks, her two big butts are like two lanterns hanging in front of the door, dangling around. When she lay on the bed and moved, I was like sleeping in a boat, rocking and rocking in the river. I often rode on her, like a horse, and asked her to take me shopping.

As a man, once you have a prostitute, you will inevitably gamble.

……

The story ended when Fugui gambled, and Zhuang Yan dreamed of it in his dream, as for whether he would dream again in the future, Zhuang Yan didn't know.

When he recorded everything, Fugui's consciousness disappeared completely, and Fugui's story only vaguely existed in Zhuang Yan's memory.

After writing it, he checked the typos, and Zhuang Yan sent the article up.

When you post an article, you can choose whether it is free to publish or pay to read it.

Although Zhuang Yan didn't think about making money, he didn't think about showing it to others, so he set up a fee to read, so that basically no one would click on it.

The predecessor's account also has a few fans, but most of them are black fans, click on the previous article, only a dozen or twenty comments are bad reviews, and only occasionally two comments are encouraging Zhuang Yan.

The predecessor had poor psychological quality, and he wanted to delete it when he saw the bad reviews, but he was afraid that others would say that he couldn't stand the criticism, so in such an ambivalence, he gradually lost his fighting spirit, and his dreams were also worn out little by little.

I'm still too young, why are these trolls kept, looking irritable.

Zhuang Yan is not a good temper, although the article was not written by him, but he can't see these bad reviews, so he deleted all the bad reviews in one bite, leaving only two or three good reviews for the kitten.

After doing everything, Zhuang Yan began to submit his resume on the Internet, he didn't think too much about the dream last night, he was originally a person who was at ease with what happened, through such a big thing, he also quickly accepted the reality, as for the strange dream, it was really trivial.

Fortunately, the consciousness about Fugui would dissipate the next day, otherwise living with his memories and consciousness would be a headache.

The process of finding a job did not go smoothly, and apart from receiving a few rejection text messages, Zhuang Yan basically gained nothing.

Frustrated in his job search, Zhuang Yan decided to go out for a walk, it was too uncomfortable to stay in this small room for too long, and his already fair skin looked a little pale because he had not seen the sun for a long time.

There must be a lack of calcium, Zhuang Yan made a judgment.

Zhuang Yan, who walked out of the apartment, couldn't go far, and bought two steamed buns at the steamed bun shop next to the apartment and spent one dollar.

Then he took two buns and walked around the apartment.

To be honest, now he can't afford to take a bus, it's summer, and the buses are all air-conditioned cars, and it costs two yuan for a ride, and four yuan for a round trip, which is enough for him to buy eight buns.

Of course, the five cents a bun is not very big, only not much bigger than the xiaolongbao, and you can't eat enough at all.

But it's better than just eating instant noodles, and it can be regarded as a slight improvement in the food.

This world is actually no different from the world before him, but on the whole it is richer than the China of the previous life.

Like the place where Zhuang Yan lives, it is basically a relatively backward place in Jinling, and if you go further north, you will find that the scenery will slowly become prosperous.

After a while, Zhuang Yan began to sweat, no way, his body was too weak, even if he tried to walk in the shade of the tree, he still sweated.

It didn't take more than an hour, and his body was wet, Zhuang Yan decided to go back and go down again, it is estimated that he will be dry as an adult.

When he went back to the apartment, Zhuang Yan saw his next-door neighbor, a young woman under the age of thirty, who was very beautiful and dressed plainly, and she also had a little girl, about four or five years old.

It looks like she should be a single mother, and a very poor single mother.

With the Chinese standard of living in this world, the people who live in this kind of apartment are basically poor, or young people like Zhuang Yan who have just graduated and are looking for a job, and of course, Zhuang Yan himself is also a poor person.

But the poverty of the young woman is understandable, and if she is alone with a daughter, if the salary is not very high, the daily expenses are removed, and the children have to go to school, and they can probably only live in this kind of house.

Seeing Zhuang Yan, the little girl like a porcelain doll greeted him in a milky voice, "Hello uncle." ”

Zhuang Yan also smiled, "It's okay for you, it's out of school." ”

It's already past four o'clock in the afternoon, and it should be the end of school.

"Yes, is my uncle out of school too?" asked the little girl innocently.

"Haha, uncle doesn't go to school. ”

At this time, the beautiful young woman had already opened the door, she glanced at Zhuang Yan strangely, then nodded and smiled at him, and said to the little girl, "Xiaoying, come in quickly, don't disturb your uncle." ”

"Goodbye, uncle. "The little girl was very polite.

"Well, goodbye, Xiaoying. ”

Zhuang Yan's predecessor basically didn't talk to the beautiful young woman, and when he met the little girl to greet him, he also bowed his head and went back to his room, so the beautiful young woman looked at him a little strange just now.

Because there has been no communication, Zhuang Yan still doesn't know what the young woman's name is, and even Xiaoying's name is known for the first time today.

"Sure enough, it's a failed neighbor. ”

Zhuang Yan shook his head and walked into his room, he was now sweating profusely, and the most urgent thing was to take a shower first.

After taking a shower, Zhuang Yan sat down at the computer desk again, and he continued to work hard for his job search.