Chapter 559: It's sad and pitiful
"Even if he wants to work in Zhang's, his dream of singing and his career can not conflict, he can use it as a hobby. "I still don't understand why you have to choose one or the other, you have to do two completely different jobs at the same time.
The boss smiled.
Because he is a perfectionist, he does not want the image of a rock singer to affect his perfect persona. ”
I quickly understood what the boss meant, but I really didn't know what to say, but I had mixed feelings and all kinds of tastes, which was very shocking.
Two brothers who each have their own dreams, one has always insisted on it, although it has not been made public, but at least he has been engaged in what he likes, and has established his own company in the science and technology park, and has achieved a little success; the other has given up his dream for the so-called competition for winning or losing, and can only hide alone in this small stage without an audience, and perform for a blank audience without an audience, but what he gets by giving up his dream is something that the person he wants to win does not care about at all.
If one day Zhang Li knew the true thoughts of the person he had been fighting to win or lose, would he feel sorry for his dream? Would he regret that his attachment was not worth it at all?
There is also the so-called perfect character, is it true that in Zhang Li's heart, only he is so moody and temperamental, and he is always gentle and polite, is it perfect? He obviously prefers to be a rock singer, but in his heart, he actually looks down on rock singers at the same time.
Whatever he thought, I think about it now and think he's pathetic and pathetic.
But fortunately, Zhang Li finally has an audience, and this audience seems to dilute the sadness and pity of this incident a little, but some aspects seem to make this matter even more sad and pitiful.
It's just that Zhang Li himself knows? Do you know the existence of this audience? From the incident of being framed from the small plate, we already know that Zhang Li knows the existence of his mother's soul, and it is very likely that his mother did this at his instigation, but looking at the video just now, Zhang Li didn't seem to notice that there was an audience in the audience at all.
Maybe his mother didn't tell Zhang Li that she came to see his performance, but I don't know how Zhang Li's mother felt when she watched her son perform so lonely? I think at least it will definitely not be comfortable, everyone else is uncomfortable, let alone his mother.
"Let's go, don't think too much, everyone has their own choices about their own lives, it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong, as long as you don't regret it after time has passed, but you will definitely be punished for doing something wrong to others, this is the law of fairness in the world. ”
The boss patted me on the head, stood up, and pulled me out of my seat by the way.
I put a copy of the USB flash drive of the video of Zhang Li's meeting with the small plate handed to me by the boss into my backpack, and was held by the boss and left here, Qi Ran followed us.
When he walked to the door to the third floor, the boss stopped, and instead of opening the door immediately, he stared at the door with a strange expression, a little helpless, as if he could see something strange through the thick door.
Uh, well, he can see it.
Qi Ran seemed to be able to see it, she raised her eyebrows, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and an expression of waiting to see a good show.
Their quirkiness made me a little nervous, and I wondered what was on the other side of the door, so I quietly asked them, "What's wrong?"
The boss sighed helplessly, pulled me away from the door, and Qi Ran automatically stepped aside, looking at the door and standing calmly.
I'm even more confused, what is this for?
Then I saw the boss walk to the door, and suddenly pulled the door open with all his might, and when he opened the door, he had already flashed to my side, pulling me to prevent me from approaching the door.