Speaking of planning, I have done a lot of work planning, but my own planning is a fog. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info When I was a child, I chased stars and thought about growing up to become a star, and then I watched too much TV and wanted to become a business elite, and then when I grew up to graduate from college, everyone was ******** looking for a job and planning? That word will be like living in outer space has never appeared in your own life, you find a job and think that you are finally independent, you must be practical, hard-working, and persevering, and your parents and family have also educated themselves since childhood, so planning? I almost didn't think about it, but occasionally when I returned to the rental house, I would think about whether I would have to spend time in such a rental house. When I was a child, the house was raised by the unit, and few people would think about buying a house by themselves, but now the house is earned by themselves, how can they earn it without money? It's too unreliable to earn on the current salary, so what else is there besides the house? What is the value of life? This proposition is too big and too wide, what is the value of life, and how to live it to be considered a value of life? It's so head-scratching! Zhao Xiaocui was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about these marginal questions over and over again, but the more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that her current life was a mess. People, always like to set themselves to let themselves drill into the good name of the "pursuit" is idle panic, or there is a saying that "life is rare to be confused" ah~~~

I fell asleep thinking about it, I don't know how long I slept this night, when I woke up, my stomach was empty, my stomach was empty, and it was already dark outside, but in order to fill my stomach, Zhao Xiaocui struggled to climb out of bed and put on my clothes to find food, the spicy hot stall at the entrance of the community was still overcrowded, although the weather was cold, everyone was still huddled together to eat hot dishes that didn't look clean, Zhao Xiaocui didn't bother to go anymore, found an empty place, sat down, took a plate, poured some mahjong into it, asked for a wide powder, and began to pick up the dishes, The spicy dishes here are all cooked, piled up and put together, whoever wants to eat what only needs to pick up a string and heat it in the pot, and count the signs when the final settlement is settled. The boss who sells Malatang is a chick in Chongqing, in fact, it can't be said to be a chick, although she is younger than Zhao Xiaocui, but her son is 5 years old, because the family is poor, he was married to a small mountain village in Hubei when he was very young, the husband is quite reliable, and the two people left their hometown to come to Beijing for life, and after wandering through many urban areas, the husband found a job as a security guard in this community. Seeing that her son needs money to go to school when he grows up, so the woman began to set up a spicy stall, because she is a Chongqing person, the soup she makes tastes good, vegetables, meatballs, and meat are very delicious, and the business at the entrance of the community is not bad, at least she can easily earn her son's 1500 yuan a month in school food, plus she has a lively and cheerful personality and is also quite popular in the community, many people are even if they have eaten and walked out, they will pick up two strings of spicy hot food at her house, Although Zhao Xiaocui is not a frequent visitor here, she can't help it every time she smells it, but she also considers hygiene, so she can't bear to eat it many times, but as long as she eats it once, she must eat a lot until she eats herself. In fact, in Zhao Xiaocui's heart, she admires this woman very much, she is so young, she supports a stall by herself to earn tuition for her son, every day is very late, especially in summer, if you catch up with a drinker, it is easy to close the stall at 1 or 2 o'clock at night, but the next day I saw her happily welcoming customers.

Tonight, because of something in her heart, Zhao Xiaocui was a little absent-minded, and it wasn't until the proprietress poured the boiled wide noodles onto her plate that Zhao Xiaocui suddenly got up and smiled faintly at the proprietress . She looked at the wide noodles on the plate and thought about the proprietress who was busy chatting with people on the side, and suddenly felt that this was what life was supposed to be, isn't life like this, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, etc., the days are stacked on top of each other, although the material living conditions of the family are average, but they have been working hard, everyone has paid silently for this family, and rarely saw or heard anyone complain about anything. In addition to the merchants around the community, there are also residents in the community, most of them belong to the same 'North Drift' as Zhao Xiaocui, and come back every day when they get up early and come back from dark, either a meal of Malatang or a bowl of rice bowls, which not only solves the problem of hunger but also saves some money, Zhao Xiaocui can't help but look up at the crowd sitting around, "They are all the same as themselves, young but more energetic than themselves." The topics they chatted about included gossip and work, and the most they talked about was how much money they made enough to spend and not enough to spend, which Zhao Xiaocui would have felt bored when she heard such a chat before, but at this moment she felt that it was so real and realistic.

After eating Malatang and settling the account, she wants to take a stroll, and then go forward There is a seller of skewers, they are father-in-law and son-in-law, the two of them also start from the beginning of the day to the middle of the night until midnight in the summer, sometimes until the second half of the night, because the taste is good, it is also dominating this area, and other skewers will come to a few days and leave, an average of 6000 a month income makes the two quite content, their wish is to make as much money as possible to go home and build a two-story small building for the family to live comfortably, Zhao Xiaocui stood next to the kebab stall and thought, 'What an ordinary ideal.' ’

There is also a pancake stall in front, this is a husband and wife stall, both of them are Shandong people selling Shandong multigrain pancakes, no matter how cold and hot they rely on a stove to spread the adjusted multigrain batter on the large frying pan with a wooden spatula to form a thin pancake, hit an egg on one side, wait for the heat to almost turn over the brush sauce and pepper, and then fill with some home-pickled pickles and lettuce and green onions, gently roll up you can hear the crispy sound of the pancake to a little tear, take a bite while it is hot, don't mention the aroma, Zhao Xiaocui looked at the busy couple, and remembered that because of the demolition of the bungalow, there were fewer and fewer places to rent, and the rent was too expensive to go upstairs, so they planned to leave Beijing, and planned to go back to their hometown to do a small business casually, so that they could support a family of three and provide for their children to go to school. She couldn't help sighing, the reason for her sigh was that on the one hand, she couldn't eat such delicious pancakes, on the other hand, life is like this, no matter how hard a person works, sometimes he can't keep up with the changes of the times, and in the face of rapid development and change, the individual is actually very small.

After a turn around and the cool breeze swished, Zhao Xiaocui was going to go home, and while walking, she looked at the small vendors on the side of the road who were still busy, and she realized, "In fact, there is no plan for life, and all planning comes from your own diligence and hard work, as long as you know what you want, you can work hard in this direction." Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaocui is no longer distressed, although she has no plan, she knows what she wants, and this is enough.