On the afternoon of Xiaoping's move, Li Wei, who had been lying on the plank bed blankly for four or five hours, finally remembered someone who was willing to contact. He sent a text message: "Yiming, are you free tomorrow?

At about eight o'clock the next night, the two slowly swayed out of the Xinjiang kebab shop on the street, and with the help of the colorful lights on the street, Shang Yiming struggled to hold the drunk Li Wei and turned into an alley that connected with the road.

"Really...... Really, it's better to drink less—burp—drink less, alas!" Through his hazy eyes, Li Wei vaguely saw that the lights in the alley were on, and the ambiguous red or yellow light was in a halo, spreading all the way to the depths of the alley. The alley east of the old imperial city was connected to seven or eight streets that were and are now known as hutongs, and Shang Yiming used all the strength of the mutton skewers to supplement him, and he held Li Wei and turned into an alley. The front room at the entrance of the alley is a bar that has been open for less than two months, and there is a small blackboard under the flashing sign at the entrance of the bar, listing part of the list and menu with prices in colored chalk, and a charming girl stands on the street in front of the door, covered in a dazed light, and looks left and right and says, "Sir, come and play at our bar." The stereo behind her suddenly played music: "I believe that I am who I am, I believe in tomorrow, and I believe that youth has no horizon." On the seaside at sunset and on the lively street, it is the most beautiful paradise in my heart......"

Hearing this singing, Li Wei couldn't help but feel sick in his throat. The song was originally his phone ringtone for three years, and it wasn't until three days before Xiaoping left that he deleted the old Nokia. "Fuck your uncle, why are you so loud?" he turned around sharply and yelled at the bar, almost knocking Shang Yiming to the ground. "Okay, okay, you look at the soles of your feet!" The lighting in the narrow alley is not as good as in the alley, and besides, you have to pass through the gate of Courtyard 5, which has become a messy construction site, in case this big guy who is almost 200 pounds trips and falls asleep drunk, he may be tired of appendicitis if he wants to help him up.

"It's okay, I remember where your college is, I've been here four or five times during my undergraduate years, don't look at the changes here now, I still remember......!

Finally returning home, Shang Yiming diligently put the clothes, waste newspapers and fast food boxes scattered in the living room and the master bedroom into his room, and then invited the old classmate to sit on the big bed in the master bedroom. "You're going to live in this house tonight, this computer has Internet access. He pointed to his notebook, "I want to watch TV and go to the living room." Do you want me to put some medicine on your bedside?" "Ahem, no, I'm feeling refreshed now. "Would you like some water? Iced tea or Coke?" "Let's have a bottle of iced tea, thanks." I'm not sleepy at all, I'll take a look on the Internet. ”

Shang Yiming went to the kitchen, and his notebook started a little slowly. Li Wei sat in front of the desk, looked down, and found a book on the bedside table next to him, the cover was light gray, without any patterns and patterns, only on the cover with a correct font printed "The Story of Thirteen People". Shang Yiming is obviously not the kind of person who throws his professional knowledge out of the sky after graduation, he likes to lie on the bed and read when he is in college, and the books that he can't put down the most for a certain period of time will be put by his pillow. Li Wei couldn't help but pick up the book "The Story of Thirteen People", which was the old edition of the People's Literature Publishing House twenty or thirty years ago, and the paper on the inner pages was already a little yellow. Suddenly, Windows booted up, and Li Wei was startled by the background image of the desktop: it was a black T-shirt covering three-quarters of the screen, with a skull almost taped to his eyes. The pattern was a little familiar, like the logo of some American comic book hero, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Shang Yiming came in with two bottles of iced tea in one hand and a thin magazine in the other. "If you want to read any book, you can find it in the bookcase in my house. Shang Yiming said. "Hey, I haven't finished reading the "Catch-22" you lent me last time, and I haven't looked at it well for the past year. I was really exhausted after a day of work, and when I got home at almost nine o'clock, I didn't want to move, so I just lay down in bed and went to bed. I tried to read a book for half an hour if I went home early, but I got up the next day and went to work, hey, I didn't have energy for a day!" he took the drink handed by Shang Yiming and swept his gaze to the magazine. The cover of the magazine is a beautiful woman wearing a nurse's uniform with a tall chest and a smile, with "360-degree health" printed on her eyebrows, and the lower line is "XX Hospital in Haidian District", and some tempting subheadings are dotted near her chest, such as "The Love and Hate of My Sister-in-law and Brother-in-law" and "The Vicious Revenge of the Beautiful Assistant". "A new issue?" Li Wei turned directly to the copyright page and asked, "Where is your name?" Without waiting for Shang Yiming to answer, he turned directly to the copyright page, and saw the pen name that he wanted to laugh at every time he saw it in the "Editorial Planning" column: Dan Ding. He has never believed that the reason why his old friend gave this pen name is that he claims to "avoid being arrested by anti-pornography and anti-illegal people". Today, however, he couldn't laugh, and he didn't have the energy to explore the mystery of his pseudonym.

He subconsciously took a sip of the drink, and the aroma of the artificial additives soaked his mouth. Originally, he preferred to drink Coke, but after graduation, Xiaoping persuaded him that "drinking this thing can't quench your thirst, it will only gain weight", so he changed to tea drinks according to her advice. Thinking of this little bit of the past, he couldn't help but lower his head, stared at his bulging belly and wrinkled thigh skin, and sighed. "What are you sighing about?" Shang Yiming asked him. "In the past, Liu Bei sighed that his flesh was resurrected, and I resonated with him!" "But Liu Bei later became the emperor. Shang Yiming only paid attention to his eyes, and had already read the thoughts of this old friend. He lost his job and girlfriend within a week. Although he did not say anything today, the "model husband" who had always cared about his girlfriend was so drunk that he did not return to the rented house in Zhongguancun.

"To be the emperor? That's him. I, hum ......" "You naturally don't want to be the emperor, but there are still many opportunities to get ahead." Shang Yiming paced around the room with his hands behind his back, "It depends not only on personal skills, but also on luck." Bad luck, unrelated bad luck one after another, no matter how powerful the person is, can't turn over. "Oh?" "Speaking of luck, I just want to take you to a place where you can transit, can you spare some time?" "What? hehe, you're still so superstitious. ”

"It has nothing to do with superstition, it's actually a publicly-funded tour. Shang Yiming opened his drink and took a big sip, "I suggested to the hospital that the development of Beijing's suburban counties has gradually accelerated in the past two years, but many of them are still lagging behind in cultural undertakings, so maybe we can open up new business space for our magazine." The hospital agrees with me, so next week I will go to the suburban county for a few days in the name of research, and the cost can be reimbursed 70%. "What kind of world? Even ...... like you? The magazines distributed free of charge by the hospital have begun to compete for the market, and our company ...... Whoa, they idiots!"

"It's not just about the business space. Starting next month, the magazine will open a two-page column on ghost stories, and I'm the pen for it. So the place I chose this time happened to have a lot of supernatural events that were rumored to have noses and eyes. As for luck, I've heard people say that there is a temple there, which seems to have an aura, and the gods in it will bless the good people with peace and happiness in their lives. ”

Shang Yiming pointed to the computer and said, "I'll book room and board there online tomorrow." How about we go together?"

Li Wei's first reaction was to say that he wanted to hurry up and find a job, but he found that this excuse couldn't even convince him - where did he feel like looking for a job?