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"Men cry, cry, cry, it's not a sin! No matter how strong a person is, he has the right to get tired......"

In the headphones, Dehua's singing voice was hysterical and painful.

Xiao Fei likes to listen to songs while coding words, he crackled and typed the last line, wrote 6,000 words in three hours, and the task was finally completed. Stretch out, breathe a sigh of relief, and look at the time, it is already two diǎn in the morning, the lights are soft, and the room is silent.

Writing online articles is really not a human job!

Xiao Fei got up and went to the balcony, opened the window, smoked a cigarette, smoked silently, and looked at the boundless night of the city, feeling confused for a while.

It's a failure in this life.

A child from the countryside, not smart enough and not handsome enough, followed the magic like literature when he was a child, and began to write in middle school, dreaming of becoming famous and getting ahead to write a world. However, I didn't have enough talent, I sent a lot of manuscripts, and I also joined the provincial and municipal writers' associations, but I still couldn't squeeze into that lofty literary circle.

In recent years,

Xiao Fei's dream now is very simple: to be able to earn some income to support his family with a bald pen in his hand, and then stay at home quietly, accompany his family, weave words, and live so plainly to the end of his life, which is enough!

He summed up that the reason why he lived such a failed life was not related to the stinky problem of being a literary and artistic youth≦s_∏∏∏∏. Department, he is not sociable, and there is a cold and arrogant heart hidden under his peaceful appearance (or it can be said to be an extreme product of inferiority), and he never knows how to meet the drill camp and refuses to bend his waist for five buckets of rice, which makes his career future more and more bleak.

Xiao Fei began to contact online literature in early 2010, and then, with a utilitarian heart, he frantically read hundreds of Internet articles, he thought that he had touched the door of online literature, thinking that it was not enough, and more shallowly thought that if I started writing, I would be able to make money every day like those great gods.

But I really went to write it, but I found that it was not like that at all, and it took half a year before the first book was signed, and in the following years, I was either on the street or on the road to the street.

Work during the day and code words at night.

Tired as a dog.

There is no hope in sight.

So far, it has been more than three years.

Xiao Fei finished smoking, threw the cigarette butt downstairs, brushed his teeth and washed, and waved his fist at the mirror to cheer himself up: Xiao Fei, you work so hard, it is unreasonable if you don't succeed! Hold on a little longer, and the light must be ahead!

After inspirational or self-anesthesia, Xiao Fei entered the bedroom lightly.

My wife and son had fallen asleep early, and it was dark in the bedroom.

Xiao Fei turned on the lamp, woke up his five-year-old son, asked him to pee, and then undressed and went to bed.

His wife Xu Fengjuan turned over and muttered: Sleeping so late every day, don't you die? Shoved into his arms, and fell into a deep sleep again.

The lights went out, obviously very tired, but Xiao Fei's mind was very clear, and he couldn't sleep, looking at his wife and children beside him, he was soft and sad.

He and Xu Fengjuan were high school classmates.

At that time, he didn't know that she had always had a crush on him.

It wasn't until 1997 that after the college entrance examination, he went to a junior college in the city, and she went to study at a heavy diǎn university in city A, and by chance, they began to correspond, and since then they have been out of control.

After graduation, she followed him regardless of it, and the two depended on each other in the city, building a home from scratch like a swallow building a nest, and having a child, life was still harmonious and happy.

Xiao Fei has a stubborn temper, and from time to time he will change jobs because the unit leader wears small shoes or something, and for him, unemployment has become a regular phenomenon.

If it weren't for Xu Fengjuan's shrewdness and ability, I don't know what this family would become.

She earns money to support her family.

She does most of the housework.

She bore him a lovely son.

She works hard and never regrets.

Xiao Fei felt that in this world, the person he was most sorry for was her. If she hadn't followed him, her life might have been much brighter.

Xiao Fei didn't know when he fell asleep, let alone how long he had been asleep, and in the haze, he felt that someone was pushing him.

"Wake up, wake up!"

A soft voice whispered in his ear.

Xiao Fei was sleepy, his brain was heavy, and he couldn't open his eyelids, he thought, it should be a Sunday, and it doesn't matter if he sleeps more.

Thinking so, Xiao Fei stretched out his hand and pushed it, and said in a coquettish tone: "Wife——, don't make trouble!" Let me sleep a little longer. ”

Hey?

The feel is not the same, I pinched it twice, and the start is soft, and the size is relatively large.

Xiao Fei felt a pang in his heart, something was wrong.

Immediately after, he heard a "boom" in his ears, as if many people were laughing loudly.

He came to his senses as soon as he woke up, and Huo Ran looked up, and many people were sitting behind rows of tables. Beside him, there stood a delicate lady with horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes, her left hand grasping her chest toweringly.

Yes?!

This, what's going on? Xiao Fei is diǎn confused, didn't he sleep in the bed at home?

He thought it was his wife waking him up.

"What a system! You can actually fall asleep in the college entrance examination room! Xiao Fei, you are too capable diǎn! The glasses lady said angrily, and her body kept breaking free from Xiao Fei's clutches.

She was angry.

I saw that Xiao Fei was a classmate in his class, and when I saw him sleeping in the examination room, I kindly woke him up, but I didn't expect that this bastard would take the opportunity to tease himself, not only said shameless words, but also grabbed his chest, which was so shameless.

The glasses lady brushed her sleeves away.

Qian Meiju? It turned out to be Qian Meiju, her history teacher in high school?

Xiao Fei was stupid.

He thought he was dreaming, so he pinched his thigh with all his strength, "Hiss-" The pain in his heart! This made Xiao Fei realize that he was in reality.

Looking around, I was in a classroom, with portraits of great men on the walls, and the classroom was full of sweaty students.

Not far away, a guy with green eyebrows secretly looked back at him, smiled lewdly, and quietly extended a thumbs up.

He is Wang Likai, a buddy in the high school repeat class, and in the 96 college entrance examination, he was in an examination room with Xiao Fei. (To be continued.) )