Goethe once said that whoever plays with life will achieve nothing; Whoever does not have control over himself will always be a slave. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he was doing reluctant work, Luoyang still didn't bring the slightest emotion to do what he had to do, and the situation was already difficult, so there was no need to make himself uncomfortable.

The company itself is not too big, plus there are two cleaners, although Aunt Chen is not very good at Luoyang, but she will not say what to target because of this, she is not so sinister, but she is just subconsciously a little repulsive to her competitors.

After all, the place is so big, and the two cleaners do seem a little redundant.

After finishing the work, Luoyang stood up, and he felt that his head was dizzy, because the long-term life without nutrition and exercise made his body completely empty, and his blood sugar was a little low.

With the passage of time, more and more people have come in, and they don't care too much about the company's new cleaner, after all, their lives are so hard, who has so much spare time to care about others.

"Mr. Luo, you are also here!" At that moment, a voice of surprise rang out.

Luoyang, who was wearing cleaning gloves in his hand, did not react at all, after all, in his memory, he was not called Mr. Luo at all.

But soon, a panting fat man trotted all the way to him, and his small eyes also looked Luoyang up and down, "Sure enough, it's Mr. Luo, I felt like it when I looked at it from behind from a distance before." ”

"Mr. Luo?" When the other people heard this fat man's name for Luoyang, they also cast their eyes curiously, and their eyes were like knives slashing on Luoyang's body.

Luo Yang suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and every gaze seemed to be a flame burning on his body.

"Who are you?" Luo Yang frowned.

"Also, how could Mr. Luo remember a little person like me, when I was working at Luotian International, I saw you from afar, and it is very appropriate for me to use this title on you when I was young, but it is also a way to make people." The fat man sighed, "It's also a shame to say, in fact, I have always regarded you as an idol, and after you left Luotian International, I didn't continue to stay." ”

Luoyang can see the sincerity in the fat man's eyes, obviously, he really thinks so in his heart, but it is precisely because of this that Luoyang is even more embarrassed than being insulted.

The person he admires is so unbearable at the moment, and such a gap will disappoint him!

Such an idol is really a joke.

"Luotian International? I'm a little impressed, I was brushed off when I went to the interview. At this time, a female employee also spoke, "I seem to be a little impressed by what you say." ”

"A year ago, Rongcheng Daily! Luoyang. Another man spoke!

"Oh yes, I said why does this cleaning brother look so familiar, he is Luoyang, the light of Rongcheng back then!" The female employee said in astonishment.

"How did you fall into cleaners?" Someone immediately asked.

It was this sentence that pierced Luoyang's heart like a sharp sword, he took a deep breath, and also realized that the reason why he was uncomfortable was because the current future world was far from his wishes, the excessive flooding of materials and the overcomplexity of emotions, distorting, covering up, and extracting too many things.

And most of these desires are useless, they will only make their lives complicated, and if they are complicated, they will be at a loss, so happiness must be simple, and if they are simple, they will have fewer desires.

After realizing this, Luoyang also threw the voices of those discussions behind his ears, for his current self, although the days are very hard and difficult, as long as he can see Xiao Luoluo's smile every day, and Jiang Yue who sent Xiao Luoluo back, he is already very happy.

But this does not mean that he has completely given up on himself, he knows very well that the direction he has set is definitely not just to do cleaning for a lifetime, but no matter how ambitious the goal is, he can't stop because of this.

He is very short of money now, so this step must be sold.

Society is a big dye vat, in just a few days, Luoyang is dyed in it, he should enjoy protection in the ivory tower, but he was pulled out as if he was pulling out seedlings to help fight, prematurely into the cruel society of hell mode, it is precisely because of this, he began to transform rapidly, so that he felt that in just a few days, now he has become unrecognizable.

When he arrived at the cleaning lounge, Luoyang found a place to sit down, although he kept telling himself not to think about any messy things, but in the end he still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

This kind of day of being watched as a monkey show and a joke made him feel that he desperately needed to grow, he clenched his fist tightly, he took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to his hand again.

Is there really no superpower?

Are you on your own?

He smiled bitterly, what are you dreaming of, how can there be so many satisfactory things in the world.

When he went downstairs to take out the trash, he met someone who he was afraid to face.

It was a gorgeously dressed middle-aged noblewoman, and the passage of time had clearly made her look much older than she had been ten years ago, but Luoyang still recognized him in the crowd.

He subconsciously called Mom.

It seems that she has a heart, and the noble lady also looked towards Luoyang.

Shouting, Luoyang felt regretful, he quickly turned his head over, but soon, he realized that the sound of high heels stepping on the ground came from behind him.

He gritted his teeth and ran quickly in one direction, he didn't know what kind of face he should have to face his mother, and now he was dirty, and standing with that brightly dressed person would only make him even more embarrassed.

It turned out that he had low self-esteem to such an extent that even his mother was unwilling to face it.

"Luoyang, I know it's you." The voice behind him was a little anxious.

This scene also attracted the attention of passers-by, who looked at the mother and son who had completely different painting styles.

And Luoyang's mind is in turmoil at the moment, he only knows that he wants to escape from here.

Even a few days ago, his mother had just bought herself a new pair of sneakers, soaked herself in a glass of milk, and watched her leave.

But now I am no longer the eighteen-year-old Luoyang, but the loser Luoyang.

He didn't know how he was going to deal with it.

Immature people, when they encounter a situation they don't know how to face, they will choose to escape, and Luoyang chooses to escape.

"Luoyang, you wait for me!"

"Wait for me!"

The voice was getting farther and farther away, obviously, the woman in high heels couldn't catch up with him, and at a corner, Luo Yang resolutely turned around, leaned against the corner of the wall and panted, and saw through the gap that the gorgeously dressed woman in the distance was squatting on the ground like this and crying.

"Luoyang, you wait for me!"

The heart-rending cry pierced Luoyang's heart, listening to this cry, many days of grievance, despair, uncomfortable, and the gap all burst out in an instant, Luoyang's heart was like being filled with water, and he couldn't hold it lightly, and a little strength could make him cry.

Someone once said that when you want to cry, just raise your head and look up, and the tears will not fall.

But why, no matter how much Luoyang looks up, it will still gush out.

At that moment, I heard the sound of something falling from a high place, falling on my heart and shattering, and the shards of glass that filled my heart were dazzling, reflecting the chaotic light.

Then, as if someone was pinching their hearts hard, the fragments were all inserted deep into the heart.

Is it painful? I can't even describe the pain, and at that moment, the sad mood slowly spreads out from the bottom of my heart, like a chemical experiment on diffusion, a drop of ink drops into colorless pure water, and then slowly, slowly, dyes a glass of water black.

On this day, when he was twenty-eight years old, Luoyang huddled behind the wall and cried himself into a big fool.