Remember [3Q Chinese Network .] in one second, wonderful free reading without pop-ups!

In the studio, the huge screen played the most ordinary scene in Beijing, but at the moment it seems to be extremely poignant.

The North Drifters in the audience, looking at the big screen, couldn't help but fall into the saddest memories.

Since the students were only allowed to sing the song once in the gang singing session, Wang Xiaofan and Miao Feng began to sing the next songs together.

"The café is three blocks away from the square, it's like a neon to the moon. ”

"People are comforting and hugging each other as they struggle. ”

"Seeking, chasing dying dreams......"

"Here we laugh, here we weep, here we live, and here we die...... We pray here, we are lost here, we seek here and lose here......"

Finally, at this moment, the people in the audience, whether they were North Drifter or not, were overwhelmed with grief by the grief in this song.

They cried and looked up at the studio, wanting to see the same piece of Beijing sky.

Beijing, Beijing, I have contributed to you, and I have built high-rise buildings for you.

Beijing, Beijing, I contribute to you the enthusiasm that I have never had in my life, and I dedicate my most precious youth to you.

Beijing, Beijing, I make you more and more prosperous, more and more international metropolis.

Every day, I squeezed the subway like a sardine can, didn't eat breakfast, and stood tired for an hour and a half to go to work at your place.

Every day, I dragged my tired body to a small rental house at midnight or even at two or three o'clock in the morning, and squeezed together with seven or eight people in a "house" that I thought was not even as good as a pig's nest.

Every day, I am confused about why I am here and why I don't want to stay in the small county town of my hometown.

There, classmates and friends of my age bought houses and cars, and children were born, but I didn't even dare to talk about a partner, because I really didn't have any extra money to spend on dates.

Beijing, Beijing, if it were not for the concentration of educational, scientific, technological, and human resources here, how many people would be willing to leave their hometowns and come to this forever unfamiliar place? If they can get a good job and start a business in their hometown, who would want to go to a place where people are about to drive people crazy under pressure?

Beijing, Beijing, I love you, because, in you, I see a glimmer of hope that I can realize my ideals.

But Beijing, Beijing, do you love me? Do you really see the people who contribute to you as "your own people"?

Why is it so difficult for the same people to settle in Beijing?

Why, the same candidates, candidates in Beijing can go to Tsinghua University and Peking University with extremely low scores?

Why, people who put down their dignity and go to beg and perform under the subway and jumping off bridges can earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, while those who work overtime until midnight every day can only get such a meager salary?

Laughing and crying, living and dying, praying for confusion, looking for loss......

Beijing, Beijing......

Whether they like this city or not, the North Drifters have survived tenaciously, even if they are called ant tribes by the outside world, they grit their teeth and persist.

This is the city you desperately want to stay in once you get used to it.

It's a pity that the huge competitive pressure has made many Beipiao precarious, and the gap between ideals and reality sometimes drives people crazy.

The dreams of many North Drifters have been shattered, but they are still struggling, trying to live in this "beautiful" but "cruel" city for a while longer.

Perhaps, struggling, when I get older, I return to my hometown, and what the people in my hometown see is not the self who returns to my hometown, but the lonely and decadent self outside, unable to survive.

The North Drifters in the audience and in front of the TV were like being stabbed in the heart by a knife at the moment, and the pain of tearing even made them breathless.

……

……

On a large bed, two white bodies were entwined together.

After about half an hour of physical fighting, the man took out a few red bills, threw them at the woman, and motioned for her to leave.

The woman took the money, put on her clothes without saying a word, and took the elevator back to her rented room on the tenth floor.

Don't get me wrong, she's not a prostitute.

She is an ordinary office worker, but occasionally she sells it part-time in exchange for some money to pay the next month's rent.

She only does the business of her neighbors, because she knows that by doing so, she will not easily get sick.

Her profession is called "the phoenix in the building".

Because the guest was so powerful, she felt as if her body was about to be crushed.

When she returned to her room and lay on the bed, she couldn't sleep.

turned on the TV, and it happened that the song "Beijing, Beijing" floated out.

The red bill in her hand fell to the ground at once, and her tears poured out like a kite with a broken string.

"I'm going to Beijing to make a lot of money! Wait, I'll earn enough money to make my parents happy for the rest of their lives!"

Thinking of her childish words before coming to Beijing, she couldn't help but smile mockingly.

Just a week after arriving here, she had spent all the money she had brought with her.

She didn't know that rice in Beijing could be so expensive!

An ordinary rice bowl can be sold for more than 20 yuan!

was so hungry and full, and the resume she submitted was also lost.

The one-month lease was about to expire, and she didn't know what to do.

Later, she heard some shy voices coming from the room next to her, but she had never seen the man next door bring a girl back.

After observing for a while, she realized that the man next door was just watching those films to chat to comfort her lonely heart.

Since she really had no money to spend, she could only bite the bullet, knocked on his door, and stammered a little: "...... Do you want to do it? Just ...... Two...... No, just a hundred ......"

The man looked at her thin but still material body, struggled for a long time, and then, like a hungry tiger, stripped her of her clothes.

That time, she received 300 yuan because she learned that the man had never done it since he came to Beijing.

He is grateful to her and often takes care of her business.

Slowly, she found a job, but she was as tired as a dead dog every day, and she could fall asleep when she got home.

She has to work part-time as the "phoenix in the building", otherwise, the rent money will not be enough.

At this moment, she was psychologically broken by Wang Xiaofan and Miao Feng's decadent singing.

The next day, she came next door and found the man who often took care of her business and did it for him for free. It's kind of repaying him for taking care of her often.

Pulling a large trolley suitcase, she glanced back at the city that seemed to be familiar and unfamiliar, and then, without looking back, walked into the train station.

She also muttered, "Beijing...... I hate you......"