CHAPTER XXII

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After taking the subway for a long time and walking a lot, I finally came to Yang Fan's house.

This is located in a residential building under construction on the outskirts of the city, and Yang Fan's room is on the top floor of the sixth floor. As soon as you enter the door, it is basically the end, the very small house is about 40 square meters, put a particularly large bed, there is a desk in front of the bed with a desktop computer and a laptop, and a printer, in addition to the home, there are only clothes and manuscript paper thrown everywhere in the house, Zhou Jing does not even have a place to stay.

"It's so dirty."

"It's okay, this messy environment is for me."

"Okay." To be honest, Zhou Jing also likes such a messy environment at home, the books are littered on the ground, and it looks like the floor is full of garbage, but in fact, she can find everything she wants to find immediately, messy but in line with her own living habits.

"You can sit down and I'll get you something to eat first."

"Oh? You can cook. Saying that, Zhou Jing sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a few pieces of manuscript paper and looked at them.

"Instant noodles. Eat? Yang Fan looked at Zhou Jing and asked in a low voice.

"It's better to eat than nothing."

After a while, Yang Fan put two bowls of hot noodles on the computer desk. This is also considered sumptuous, there is ham meat, vegetables, and eggs, which is already a very hearty dinner for Zhou Jing, who has been hungry for a day.

"Thanks, then I'll eat first."

"Well, let's eat."

After speaking, Yang Fan took the bowl and ate it in a push paper on the ground. Zhou Jing glanced at it and continued to eat by herself.

Time passed quietly, and the sun hung high in the east and set in the west reminded people. There are no windows in Yang Fan's room, so he can't see whether it's cloudy or sunny outside.

"Are you done eating, I'll clean it up together." Zhou Jing asked Yang Fan in a low voice after eating.

"No, you just put it there." At this moment, Yang Fan was sitting in a pile of manuscript papers, looking at the manuscript paper in front of him in a daze.

"Well, okay." Zhou Jing put the bowl on the table and sat on the bed awkwardly. "Why don't I go first?"

"Where can you go?" Yang Fan turned his head to look at Zhou Jing and let out that helpless smile again. "You persevere, but you must have the motivation to persevere, you just live here, I will move out in a few days."

In the end, his eyes were full of reluctant sadness.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Jing always felt that what she said in front of Yang Fan would accidentally puncture Yang Fan's fragile heart that had been held on for a long time.

"I'm going back, back to my hometown, working step by step, getting married, having children, and living a stable life."

"Huh?" Zhou Jing was a little confused, "No, you mean that you don't pursue your dreams, and you have to give up, right?" ”

"Hehe, what kind of dreams, I don't remember my dreams for a long time, I don't remember that I am a person with dreams, let alone what dreams are."

"Why do you say that, you pursue music, it's not for nothing, and you're not old enough to go back to the point where you need to go back on a blind date and get married, why don't you suddenly continue."

"Zhou Jing, you just got out of school."

"Does it matter?" Zhou Jing got up and sat on the ground beside Yang Fan as she spoke. "I'm talking about you now, don't divert the topic, okay?"

"It's all the same topic, you just walked out of school, how can you experience the cruelty of this society, sometimes it's not that you want to give up, it's they who make you have to give up, the dream is still illusory after all, no matter how much you insist, you can't resist the blow of reality. Zhou Jing. Yang Fan's young and old eyes looked directly at Zhou Jing's immature eyes. You don't realize how cruel this reality is, now you think you can do anything, and when you try it, you will understand that you can't do anything, even if you try hard, you are just an insignificant construction site worker. Leaving the warmth of their hometown, they came here in the name of noble pursuit of their dreams to humbly help them build this city. ”

It was quiet, and the sound of talking stopped, leaving only the ticking of the clock, which made people feel inexplicably panicked in this quiet space.

"Yang Fan, I think you're too pessimistic."

Yang Fan looked at Zhou Jing incredulously, and laughed when he looked at it.

"I'm too pessimistic, you're too naïve. Do you want to appreciate the harsh reality that I, a pessimistic person, feel? ”

Zhou Jing looked at Yang Fan in front of him, and his young face showed an old and helpless expression.

"Yes." Zhou Jing looked at Yang Fan firmly.

"Then I'll show you." Yang Fan just smiled helplessly