After a month of hard fighting, the overtime stop seemed to be far away, and many employees began to complain that the overtime hours were too long and people were too tired. The bell rang after work as if it was after class, but the mood was different, Yun Lin and Zhang Yuhan were only tired and tired. As they walked back to their apartment, the street was empty, and occasionally a car drove by, emitting two lines of white light, as if to illuminate people through. opened the door, the two were trapped on the floor like insects, Zhang Yuhan turned on his mobile phone and released a song "Hometown Clouds", both of them were homesick.

"Did Li Ting find a job at home?" Zhang Yuhan suddenly asked.

"She wants to work in a radio station and is applying for a job. Yun Lin replied.

"The company doesn't treat us as human beings, and works overtime until late at night every day. Zhang Yuhan complained again.

"yes, I'm tired. It's good to get through this while. Yun Lin said. The two were silent for a while, and Zhang Yuhan suddenly said:

"I don't want to do it anymore. ”

"Don't scare me, leave me alone. Yun Lin was stunned and said, Zhang Yuhan didn't make a sound, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

At the beginning of the morning, Yun Lin put on his clothes, but Zhang Yuhan was lying on the bed, Yun Lin shouted a few times, and he got up lazily from the bedside. Zhang Yuhan asked him to go first, and he would come in a while. Yun Lin said: "Then hurry up, don't be late." Zhang Yuhan nodded, and Yun Lin walked out of the room. Yun Lin saw Lao Wang, who was wearing a straight body and installing engine accessories. He works hard and is completely undisturbed by other things. Yun Lin thought to himself: Lao Wang is not very old, but he collapsed because of a failure, which is a pity. When Wang saw Yunlin coming, he asked him: "Yunlin, do you say that China's car market is big?" Yunlin said: "Big, I don't think in a few years, China's car sales will surpass that of the United States." "Lao Wang began to assemble the engine again.

"Lao Wang, you used to be an entrepreneur, but now you have become a part-time worker, are you willing?" asked Yun Lin.

"There is nothing to be reluctant about, a worker also puts the most effort into the lowest work. Lao Wang looked at Yunlin and said.

"But your ambition is not here, you should have a broader blue sky. ”

"Then where should my ambition be?" asked Lao Wang, Yun Lin was speechless. Lao Wang smiled and said, "Young man, I know your heart, but you can't help me." ”

After getting off work, Yunlin walked out of Donglin but did not find Zhang Yuhan, expecting him to go to the Internet again. He saw Lao Wang drinking stuffy wine alone on the street, he also ordered a bottle of beer, Lao Wang turned his face, glanced at Yunlin, and drank again. Lao Wang took a sip, Yun Lin also took a sip, and the two started to drink, and after a while, there were eight or nine beer bottles on the counter. Lao Wang patted Yunlin and said, "Good boy, you can do it." Yun Lin smiled and said, "Can you tell me your story." Lao Wang said, "I'm a migrant worker, what story can I have?" But I know a person's story that I can tell you. Yun Lin said: "I wish to listen to you." They carried a bottle of wine and sat down on a bench.

"He was a successful man, and he flashed with confidence everywhere, but he failed, and failed so badly, it was as if he had fallen into the abyss overnight, and his father's company, which he had worked so hard to run, collapsed. Bad luck followed, the death of his father, the departure of his mother, and the remarriage of his wife all made him miserable, as if he had fallen from a height, passing through layers of planks on the way, and he was crushed to pieces. In the end, he hit the ground, and the public opinion and gossip of the society seemed to fall from the sky and slammed down on him.

He spent his days drinking to kill his sorrows, and he was very drunk. He feared the gratuitous ridicule of others, and he hid, living like a rat, hiding in filthy and stinking corners every day to numb his body with alcohol. He was afraid to sleep, and in his dreams there would always be the pale face of his father, the sound and shadow of his mother turning away, and the merciless gaze of his wife. At midnight he staggered home, and when his son saw him, he lifted him up and said, 'Daddy, please, don't fall.' How I want to see you smile confidently. He broke free from his son and said, 'I'm not drunk, I'm not losing.' Tears spilled out of his eyes, and then he threw things like crazy, and smashed them with his shoes, and his son cried, and he cried.

He is a drunkard, like a man from a wine cellar, if it weren't for his son helping him wash and change clothes every day, he would be like a beggar. He came to the commissary, and it was getting late, so he asked for a few bottles of wine, which he poured like a desert camel meets water. Suddenly, a luxury sedan came, and out of it came a man in a suit and leather shoes, who was the one who had brought down his company and robbed him of his woman by despicable means. As he drank, the villain humiliated him again, and before he could reply, the villain beat him again.

When he returned home, he saw his son doing his homework, he smashed a cup on the ground with a cup in his hand, and scolded his son: 'What's the use of reading, reading can escape conspiracy, father and wife are dead, I told you to read.' As he spoke, he pulled out his son's homework book and tore it to shreds. The son cried out, 'Daddy, I beg you, don't do this, I need you.' He was like a humiliated lion, and the tide of anger was like a son, and he struck his son and cried out: 'You go, I don't need you.'" The son left the house crying.

He still drank heavily every day, and only in alcohol could he find a moment of relief, and when he woke up, he fell into infinite sadness again. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at the man in front of him, who was dressed in rags, with a sallow face, with sunken eyeballs, and a wine bottle in his hand, and he couldn't believe it was him. When he came to a bar, he saw that the shopkeeper was scolding a waiter, the waiter was very young and thin, and the shopkeeper seemed to be angry and hit the waiter. The waiter came up to him with his head down and asked him what he wanted to drink, and the waiter was his son, who saw him run away in a hurry. He tried to stop his son, but his voice choked in his throat, and his heart ached. When he got home and saw the neatly cleaned room, he was a little wooden and knew that his son was back. His eyes were a little wet, he fell on the sofa weakly, and when he saw a stack of money on the table, he froze, hugged his head, and cried bitterly.

He wanted to be reduced to a man who had to be supported by his children, what was the point of his life? He wanted to end his life. He came to a woodland, and there were many trees in the woodland, and they were so green that they stretched out their arms and allowed the twigs to grow on it, like split wings, and the leaves spread over the ground, and rustled on it. Suddenly, the sheep intestine path is still a tree, mixed with some wild flowers, the fragrance of flowers is rich, wafting around. Crossing the trail to a barren plateau, on which stood a camphor tree, which was very thick but had only the lower half of its body. Perhaps because it was too lonely and arrogant, it was broken by the tree, and the branches were also injured by lightning in many places, and the lightning seemed to prevent the camphor tree from growing, and its skin and flesh were blurred everywhere. He came to the back of the camphor tree, and there was a small camphor tree that was intact, absorbing the sun and bathing in the spring breeze next to it. He looked at the camphor tree intently, it did not give up the belief in survival, it knew that it still had a small tree to protect, without it, the little tree would probably be knocked down by lightning. He thinks of himself, he is a failure, but he is also responsible, many people need you, your relatives, friends, enemies, they are waiting for you to rise or fall. He thought that even if he couldn't overturn the cruel reality, there would be hope if people were still there, so he gave up the idea of suicide. ”

After Lao Wang finished speaking, Yun Lin looked at him affectionately and asked, "Do you think he can regain his strength?"

"No, because he's already failed. Wang replied.

"If you are poor and strong, you will not fall into the ambition of the clouds, no matter how difficult it is, how can you give up the ambition of the clouds?"