The fog is even heavier in the morning in the middle of the village.

It seems that there are layers of immortal energy shrouded here, just like the heavenly court in the TV series "Journey to the West", looking down from above, or from a distance, every qiē in the village is shrouded in this white mist, and it is not real.

On the one hand, this is due to the fact that the weather is cooler when winter arrives, and the temperature here in the middle of the mountain village is more than ten degrees or even more than twenty degrees higher than outside the valley because of the hot springs.

As soon as the hot air here meets the cold air outside, it will naturally condense. However, before the conditions could be reached to form raindrops, it had to turn into clouds of fog that covered the small village in the valley like layers of white veil.

The fog here is not the same as the haze that has been common outside for many years, and you don't have to worry about anything even if you're wrapped in thick fog.

There is no bad smell or other color of this fog, as long as you see the white snow and yarn-like fog, you will definitely not have any worries, at least the so-called PM2.5 is definitely allowed to breathe freely here.

At this time, it was also more than seven o'clock in the morning, and Tianyang in the east did not show his smiling face as agreed. The weather forecast said there was light sleet last night and today, but it turned cloudy in the middle of the village.

A thick layer of grayish fog and clouds obscured the entire eastern sky, and although the sky had begun to lighten, there was not a trace of the sun in sight.

Could it be that I got up as late as myself! So some embarrassed old Mr. Sun may feel that he has no face to see people, and he pulled such a pile of tattered scarves from nowhere to cover himself, completely covering himself and hiding.

Wang Yong got up early in the morning, but he didn't get up, lying on the bed in the warm quilt, his eyes widened, and he looked at the ceiling in a daze.

He had a strange dream last night. The qiē in the dream made him both evocative and touching.

In his dream, he somehow ended up in an amusement park or park, hiding in a small hut as small as a chicken coop, ventilated on all sides, made of branches and broken bags, small enough for one person to curl up and lie down.

The hut still seems to have no door, and you have to lift the roof to get in, and then cover the "roof" with your hands. If the cover is not good, then it will leak water and rain, and you will not be able to stay here.

There is a restaurant here that has a clay kang like a farmhouse, and Wang Yong is going to go there for a bite to eat. I met two of my college classmates, both of whom were married, and it seemed that they were traveling with their husbands and visiting relatives.

Wang Yong watched them eat sweet fish and meat, drank happily, and occasionally remembered him and would turn his head to chat with him, but most of the time he was immersed in eating or chatting about their own topics.

When they left after eating and drinking, listening to their laughter and leaving hand in hand, Wang Yong's self-esteem was strongly hurt.

So a man ran to his hut and was grieved.

Suddenly, I heard a very gentle voice outside. Then whisper something to yourself. After being careless, he seemed to think of himself as a child, and persuaded himself not to stay here anymore, and to go back to the classroom with him.

At this time, Wang Yong seemed to have become a street child, and this person was a teacher at a school that specially reserved street children like them.

Between the confusion. The roof was lifted, and a large, warm hand reached out, pulled himself out of the humble hut, and led himself and a child in tattered clothes into a classroom.

Wang Yong was placed in the last row, and at first he listened very carefully to the teacher talking about English words and grammar in the front. This is one of the things he regrets when he was in school.

When he first came into contact with English in junior high school, his English teacher was also so gentle and had a pair of warm hands.

But it didn't take a few days. After the teacher hysterically attacked Wang Yong over something, he could no longer be interested in the teacher and English.

Now that I think about it, people are also for their own good, maybe they hate iron and steel, maybe it is the teacher's responsibility that makes her want all students to be able to learn the course she teaches, so she is extra strict.

When Wang Yong came out of the classroom quietly like a ghost, he saw the parents waiting at the school gate to pick up their children.

At this time, the sound of children reading aloud suddenly came to my ears.

They are reading English words aloud with a crisp and melodious voice, full of rhythm. But in Wang Yong's ears, he felt the incomprehension, doubt, worry, eagerness, and confusion contained in it.

As night fell, the lights came on, and Wang Yong felt hungry, so Wang Yong came to a street where there were many restaurants and restaurants at the peak of business.

Many of the shops have set their tables on the street outside because of the good business, and most of them are full of all kinds of customers who come to eat.

There are many restaurants, some are stir-fried dishes, some are hot pot, and some are pure roadside shops or roadside stalls, they all operate snacks, such as spicy hot, noodles, dumplings and the like.

Wang Yong walked back and forth on this street twice, looking at the various delicacies on the tables, and the hunger in his stomach became even stronger.

Probably because he was shy in his pocket, he finally chose to be in front of a noodle stall opened by a husband and wife. The young wife was serving a guest, while the man was walking towards a table of guests with a plate of cold dishes.

"Let's have a bowl of noodles!"

Wang Yong suddenly found that he had thought he was shouting loudly, but after shouting, it became as low as a mosquito humming.

I don't know if it's because Wang Yong's voice is too small or because he is really a transparent person in the dream, anyway, whether it's the boss or the eater, no one seems to feel his existence in general, what to do.

Wang Yong seemed to be like air, standing there at a loss, swallowing his saliva and watching people eat noodles, side dishes, or drink beer in barrels.

At this time, a handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes appeared here, shouting loudly for the boss to bring him four cold dishes and a beer. A bowl of noodles.

It seems that he is very familiar with the boss here and many guests, and he loudly boasted that he and the company manager still had 10,000 yuan left in the consumption quota this time, and the leader asked him to divide the 10,000 yuan.

He said that he had been given two thousand and a half, and proudly accepted the compliments and envy and hatred of the people.

Wang Yong thought at this time that I also want four cold dishes, I also want beer, I also want a bowl of noodles, and I also want to be envied and hated by people! Unfortunately, no matter how loudly he shouted, he could not be ignored by anyone.

When Wang Yong, who was in a hurry, didn't know what to do, he suddenly realized that he was just dreaming!

When I woke up, I saw myself lying on the bed. Looking at the furnishings in the house, he was sure that it was indeed just a dream mirror, although the dream was a little strange, but as long as it was realistic from time to time!

At least in reality, he would never envy the person who got two thousand and fifty, with his current worth, there is no one who can make him feel envious in terms of money.

After waking up, Wang Yong's eyes widened, silently recalling the dream that he said he would not remember soon after waking up, and deeply imprinted all the content he recalled into his mind.

He found. The qiē in the dream seems to have a deep connection with the real situation in reality.

Those two female classmates were his friends in college, and one of them was his godsister. The other is my godsister's tablemate, and the two of them had a pretty good relationship with Wang Yong during college.

But as everyone walked out of the school gate, they parted ways and went out into society. Slowly, contact became less and less, and gradually, like many of his once closest friends, he had almost disappeared from him, and there was no contact at all.

Although many quotes and celebrities have told us sù, friends even don't contact us often. But if you need to, he will be there for you at once.

Wang Yong once believed in this, but later this chaotic and complex society taught him. These quotes are not suitable for him.

Even if the most affectionate friends don't keep in touch often, then the relationship between them will slowly fade.

When you really need a friend's help, maybe he no longer thinks of you as a friend in his heart, let alone talk about any help.

Although Wang Yong has never lived in the chicken-like hut in his dream, he has just walked out of the school gate and entered the society, and he has also rented a small house in an urban village that can only put a bed and a small desk.

Although it is much larger than the cabin in the dream, you don't have to lift the "roof" to get in, there is no rain or water leakage inside, and the landlord's own heating is very warm in winter.

That teacher and the school should be Wang Yong's own regret for being young and frivolous, not studying hard, and having to go through hardships when he just graduated and entered society.

I hate myself for not understanding the teacher's hardships, I hate myself for not studying well, I hate myself for playing and reading idle books all day long, I hate myself for choosing such a nameless private university on impulse, and I hate how I could choose such a major as hotel management, which does not match my temperament at all.

What kind of seed you plant, when the harvest comes, what kind of fruit will be harvested.

God or the gods and Buddhas are extremely wise, and they can't let your efforts go unrewarded. But they won't give you even the slightest extra in return.

A qiē is a cause that is planted by itself, and then they give you the corresponding effect.

For the two thousand five, Wang Yong is the most touched. When he just entered the society and entered the workplace, Wang Yong was high-spirited and beautiful.

Because he was the first in the class to find a receiving unit, the first to get an internship salary, and the first to get a salary increase, he was the first to be promoted, and he was envied, jealous and hated.

However, it didn't take long for many classmates to slowly change careers, slowly buy houses in the city, have cars, and start to get married and have children, only to find that he had been left far behind, and began to envy, jealousy, and hatred.

The Buddha said: The heart has the idea of non-division, so all kinds of demons are born.

It was from that time that Wang Yong's strong self-esteem began to make him unable to bear it anymore, and slowly he was depressed, hesitant, helpless, sad and went home!

If, if it weren't for that adventure, Wang Yong wouldn't dare to imagine what he was like now, he really didn't dare to imagine, he had always subconsciously avoided these sad pasts, buried them deep in his heart, and never wanted to think of them again. (To be continued......)

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