I never thought I would embark on the path of cultivating immortals. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Graduated from the 18th tier university. Find a company that requires ugly badges, cheap suits, and all the staff except me are either bosses or relatives of the boss. Every day before dawn, I take a dirty bus from the urban village to work, working overtime all year round. Find an ordinary girlfriend, get married in an old rental house, and have children.

Live like this.

As ordinary as myself, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and single eyelids, a flat head, a height of 1.65 meters, not fat or thin. The name is even more ordinary, my name is Zhang Wei, the most ordinary name in China, because there are three million people named Zhang Wei.

Maybe that's the life I'm supposed to live.

Fate sometimes turns abruptly - cultivating immortals, which is something that only people do in the novels of cultivating immortals, now wants me to do it.

July, graduation season.

Some people have good jobs and girlfriends; Some people break up and run around for work.

I only have to run around for work. Girlfriend, never.

Throughout the university, I didn't dare to slack off a little. I remember that before we went to university, our teachers usually encouraged us to study by telling us that as long as we work hard now, we will be perfect in college. No one cares about you, you don't have a lot of schoolwork, you can fall in love, participate in various activities, and meet all kinds of friends. College life is so good, it's heaven.

But, that's all.

The university has something called the credit system, and only after you have completed enough credits will the university issue you a graduation certificate. If you don't have enough credits, then all the people in the dormitory have graduated, and you can only go to live in your junior dorm and graduate with them, and you don't have a degree certificate yet. I didn't dare to relax throughout the university, and I hoped that I could pass every course smoothly. To rebuild means to pay again. The family conditions are difficult, and every time the tuition fee is scraped together. As a civilian among students, the bursary has nothing to do with you. You have to rely on yourself for your own living expenses, otherwise you will only starve. No matter how hard you try, the teacher will decide the score, and if you say you haven't passed, you haven't passed. I don't have the money to invite the teacher to dinner, nor do I have the money to contact the teacher during the festival, and I don't have a female classmate who can't be coquettish with the teacher and become 60 gender beauty. 59.5, my final destination.

Eating cheap and smelly food in the cafeteria, I retook the courses I hung up, and finally survived until I graduated from college.

But the wave of unemployment has come.

Factories closed down and a large number of workers lost their jobs; Large companies lay off a large number of employees, and small companies go bankrupt and go bankrupt.

For someone like me, who has just graduated, is not a prestigious university, and has no work experience, it is even harder to find a job than to climb to the sky. I have submitted countless resumes, but they have all been lost. A blue-collar worker who gave up his white-collar job and did manual labor, but the competitors were strong and strong, and he could bear hardships and stand hard work, which is not comparable to a helpless person like me.

It's really useless to be a scholar.

The days are getting harder and harder. No job, no income, and a little savings from college have bottomed out. Unemployment is getting worse and prices are getting more expensive. Urban survival is no longer possible for me. So, I'm going back to my hometown.

My hometown is in the mountainous area of northeast Chongqing, more than 500 kilometers away from the main urban area of CQ, and it takes more than ten hours to take a car. Although the hometown is closed, but because of the isolation, all the external influences are relatively small, and it is basically local self-sufficiency.

In the morning, I took a bus from the main city of CQ, and it was bumpy all the way for more than ten hours, and I arrived at the county seat late at night. It is said to be a county seat, but there is a road, and on both sides of the highway is a narrow self-built house, and the rest of the place is still farmland. Because it is a mountainous area, there is very little land that each family can contract, and in the mountainous areas where agriculture is the main source of income, every household is a poor household, and the only way out is to go out to work to earn money or become an official, and being an official is a high-income group here.

My parents sent me to college in the hope that I could earn money and make them happy, and turned my family's one-story bungalow into a three-story bungalow. Being able to retire comfortably and wear bright clothes is better than anyone I know.

When I set foot on the land of my hometown, I remembered that when I went to college, my parents said to me: "Xiaowei, we are only one child of you, and we will count on you in the future." You have to make a lot of money back. ”

Now, I'm back, penniless, still in the middle of the night, disgraced.

I wish the road to my house had been longer, but tonight it was so short. The door of my house is already in front of my eyes. I took a breath and knocked on the door with some weakness.

The lights in the house came on, and the sound of someone getting out of bed.

"Who?" My mom's familiar voice.

"I, Xiaowei." My voice trembled a little.

Squeak!

The door opened, and my mother stood at the gate and looked at me, without any expression.

"Got a job?"

"Nope!" I'm a little heavy.

Mom didn't say anything, turned around and went back to the house.

The sound of turning off the lights and taking off shoes.

"Xiaowei is back?" My dad asked my mom.

"Yes." My mom replied perfunctorily.

"Have you found a job?"

"Nope!" My mom was a little impatient.

"Humph!"

There was no sound anymore.

I sighed deeply, closed the door, went to the kitchen to drink tap water in the dark, and went back to my room. There was only one empty bed in the room, there was nothing on it, I took my clothes out of my bag and spread them on the bed, and I would talk about it for the night, and I would talk about it tomorrow.

The unemployment situation shows no signs of improving.

Every day I went to work in the fields with my parents. Every time I meet an acquaintance, I will always smile and say to my parents: "Your Xiaowei is in college, why didn't he find a job, and he went home to farm, you see my children, they went out to work after graduating from junior high school, but they didn't send money to their families, it seems that studying is useless." ”

The already gloomy faces of the parents became even more gloomy. I could only silently follow them towards my home.

Sometimes in the morning when I overslept, my dad would sneak in at the door of my room and then retreat to the living room and sit there.

"I have suffered a thousand cuts, I can't get up so late, I only know how to sleep a day, I can't earn a penny, I still have the face to eat every day, I don't know what the result will be in the future, I can only beg for rice and rice。。。。。。"

The more my dad talked, the more excited he became, and the louder he became.

I wish I hadn't woken up early and heard what my dad said.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes, but I didn't cry.

I had to pretend to be asleep.

By the time I got up, the table was cleaned.

I'm already a superfluous person in this family.

At night, I walked along the county road, into the darkness ahead. Only by leaving the light and blending into the darkness can we forget ourselves and the joy of being disliked.

I walked in the darkness until I got tired of walking and found a rock to rest.

A rush of footsteps approached me, just as I was about to turn back. I was knocked unconscious by a stick, and as soon as my eyes were dark, I didn't know anything.