Chapter 7: Lost Youth

I've been trading in Hangzhou for 2 years, and I haven't earned anything, except for that little salary, and I haven't gotten anything.

What is left behind is always inspirational chicken blood!

Behind the performance, endless assessments, endless daily and weekly reports, for a newcomer who has stepped into the company, is too depressing.

The most terrible thing about the traces carved by those communication times is not forgetting, but the kind of forgetting and erasing of Wang Sen's nature by instilling it.

This kind of unsolvable entanglement is endlessly entangled with everyone who wants to succeed. At the end of the road to resignation, he began to laugh at the naïve things of the year.

Now I don't dare to have the pride of working anymore!

Wang Sen knew that he was fragile and as pure as the first snow, but Wu Tong insisted on packaging him like a warrior, a warrior who was calm in the face of everything. He wanted to insist on himself, but Wu Tong's words were orders!

Patience, retreat, closure, can 。。。。。 Look at the bruises all over my body.

It is decadent like this, like the stubborn rock by the lake, and an ant can make obscene movements on its body.

Standing at the intersection of dusk, watching the fallen leaves and wind leave the branches, it is like looking back on the old past, the cold wind penetrates the bottom of my heart, blowing away Wang Sen's smiling eyes, blowing away the man's ambition, the past is refreshed, unbearable to look back, cutting the constant sadness entangles the heart, wandering alone at the intersection of the past, looking back again and again, seeking again and again, the once possessed, difficult to find, drifting like water, just like the fading of time, I can only see the changes in reality, the past can not be retained, slowly drifting away with the wind...... Silently counting this incomprehensible function of life, the extrema of my derivative?

Sitting like this, everything is like water drifting, and it comes to naught.

Performance, a salesman, never have ego!

Wang Sen didn't want to deliberately embellish such uncertainty and confusion. The mind is a blanket of empty thoughts, aimlessly circling the chaotic threads of thoughts, and in its head is a puddle of dead brains, but it only knows how to absorb the little nutrients of growth performance.

Perhaps the performance of life will cover up the beauty and grace of nature, and you will faintly experience the existence of beauty.

Life is like this, looking forward to, disappointed, waiting, longing''''''' sorrow is coming. N years later, I found that life is a painful process of maturity, and when I have the illusion of wanting to succeed, in the end, I don't know what success is, I only remember that the original needs are not needs, and I always wander like this''''''

That forgotten or forgotten footprint, in the endless sky, leaves a faint color.

Perhaps there is a stubborn seriousness about beauty and money. But in fact it is just a sign of life, an end to the pursuit.

In the twilight of the setting sun, the thoughts are not only a romantic heart song, but also a prose essay that others cannot understand, with the poetry of painting and the warmth of poetry. The distant sky, the sunset, the grass, and the leaves are all intoxicated, and the meditation collects the speechless smile, but also collects all the subtlety.

For many years, the self has never been defined, but too much is as close as reality!

Perhaps, when I met Wu Tong, I was relatively speechless, and the passing years were still sleepless all night, and the performance result of nowhere to escape was to precipitate the past, calm days, wait, How far is it,

The compulsive repression evokes the emotion of chasing in the heart that is already unrecognized, this hazy pain, hating oneself for its deep immature behavior and lack of professional guidance.

This unexplained pain, deep panic and inexplicable suffocation. Not self-conscious, suspicious, always deeply tugging at the nerves in my heart to judge the future direction.

N years later, does Wang Sen remember this decadent state of mind, remember the ups and downs of this once selfless but vicissitudes, and the destination of this final choice for himself and the goal in my heart---

------------ forget it, let it go, the goal in my heart is still the same, the only difference is that Wang Sen has the beauty of experiencing life!

Recalling those times when I got together with Wu Tong, I turned over the dusty old and new, those carelessness, those compulsion, those exiles, those casualness, and those inspirational words.

At the same time, the wordless tacit understanding with Bing'er sounded, wisps and bits and pieces, warming this bitter time of Hangzhou-air trade, accompanied by the silence of the night.

I deeply understand that behind Wu Tongmei's lies, he deceived himself and all his colleagues in the company, but took away my trust in him and my dedication to him.

When I hear the song "YESTERDAY ONCE MORE", the nostalgic tune lingers in my ears, counting the memories of being with Bing'er in the past, with happiness and support, embellishing the bits and pieces of the past, accompanied by the igniting memories of Hangzhou-air trade

, chewing over and over again, what has passed away will not come back, only today is as eager as yesterday.

said that it was good to forget Wu Tong, and said that it was good to look forward to tomorrow, but who can easily erase the burn marks of the years, and how can the scabbed wounds be healed? None of us made any money, but wasted the time of our lives!

Why is it always disgusting, why is it always easy to be moderately suspicious? If youth can come back, will Wang Sen choose Hangzhou-air trade? If time can be turned back, will Wang Sen and Wu Tong carry out the pursuit of the strategy of losing value

Go or stay!

The desire to make money is scattered in the depths of the heart, and the pain spreads in the bottom of the heart, and only on such a night, Wang Sen and Bing'er can only sit quietly, read books, pursue, and find the human essence of philosophy!

--- finally understood that behind the poverty of thinking, except for Bing'er, I really can't think of anyone who wants to walk with Wang Sen!

In the middle of the night, it is always the pursuit of the moon, With a lonely self-challenge, Wang Sen cried, Wang Sen laughed, behind the pursuit is a long life insight, , Occasionally, the sound of insects sets off the quiet.

Innocent, innocent, childlike and undeceitful, The passing youth and the footprints of the watery years will remind me that many people will want to curse those who paint cakes to satisfy hunger, blurring Wang Sen's original face,

Until this face is no longer real, no longer so persistent. Leaving endless melancholy, the indoctrination of dreams of all things is just having untitled caprice.

Those colleagues and leaders who have accompanied Wang Se are now and what they are doing, there is no way to know. Resignation of resignation, change of job for job. Because in this limited life, their intersection is too utilitarian.

Dealing with ignorance and ignorance and childishness makes them irrelevant.

In Wang Sen's view, maybe he just thinks of those people and things that may really exist for no reason on a sleepless night. Existed? maybe!

If we will see you again, after goodbye, it may be a familiar stranger, and when we are on the other side, it is just SAY HI, and there is no sustenance of friendship.

Thinking so inadvertently, Wang Sen is the same as Bing'er, Many things will only appear in the artistic conception of the past, just for fun at a certain moment!

And in fact, there are many people who don't want to talk about this kind of ridicule anymore, about happiness or sadness.

Even if it is wrong, it is only Wu Tong who earns it, but it also loses his capital, and the colleagues who intersect will not forget the beauty of the mistake because of the mistake, leaving a moment of memory - the past is unbearable.

When Wang Sen and Bing'er calmed down, there were those dusty things that they didn't want to mention, which were often the most precious in their hearts, and often what they worked hard to pursue, what they wanted to pursue with their bloody youth, but they didn't get anything!

The quality of life, Wang Sen's identity as a foreign trade player, her role and function, are just the process of pursuing and giving, no flowers and no fruits!

Wang Sen will suppress this feeling to emotional madness------------