Chapter 1: In this world, if you are serious, you will lose

I graduated three years ago and still receive a salary of 2,000 yuan. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In this year, 2,000 yuan really can't hire migrant workers, only college students. When I used to say it, I was full of righteous indignation, but now I listen to it in front of the joke, with a calm mind, and when others ask about the salary, I say very freely: "Don't treat my brother as a migrant worker, my brother is a college student." ”

Lao Yang often asked with a smile: "Knowledge is power, knowledge is value, what about your knowledge?" ”

Lao Yang, called Yang Qingjun, my neighbor and buddy, classmates from elementary school to junior high school, studied in high school for two years, and then dropped out of school, and then married a wife and had children, drove a car repair shop, and was a small wealthy businessman.

It is said that after going, he first learned cooking, then excavator technology, and then almost switched to veterinarians, and after coming back, he successfully opened a car repair shop, hired a few masters, and after half a year, he apprenticed and the boss together, which really confirmed that the excavator worker who does not want to be a good cook is not a good repairer.

In the second half of my freshman year, he got married, I didn't catch up, and when I went home for the New Year, I saw that he married a beautiful woman, and then, after I graduated from college, his children would play soy sauce, and they would chase after me and call uncle, and I wanted to press the New Year's money, and I really became a winner in life.

In response to their questions, my consistent answer is: "My brother is a second-rate undergraduate, his knowledge is also second-rate, his strength is also second-rate, and of course his value is 2,000 yuan, otherwise how can he be worthy of so many 'two'?" ”

"What about the top universities?"

"Ten thousand."

"Is that how the university is graded?"

"Of course, what do you think?"

"Then what about mechanics like us, what is the price?"

When Yang Qingjun said this, his eyes were generally full of smiles, especially his eyes, which flashed with ridicule in the fat **.

"You mechanics, the market price. The man is called a mechanic, the woman is **, how much you earn, it all depends on how you work, the good ones are like you, the bad ones are the kind that are eighty in one night. ”

For my ridicule, Yang Qingjun laughed twice.

"I'm the more advanced one."

"Advanced... Duck! ”

"You stinky mouth!"

"The one behind me is a tone particle, where do you think of it, I really admire you bosses, full of fat brains, and a belly of male thieves and prostitutes."

Lao Yang's quarrel has never won me, although I have never been able to get along with the second, but it is the second-rate school that taught a first-class stinky mouth, in Liu Ke's words, I really can't compare except for my mouth that is more stinky than Yang Qingjun.

Liu Ke is another good buddy of mine, graduated from a junior college, and he doesn't know the major, so it's impossible for us to know. According to his own words, their school is similar to our junior high school, with all bungalow dormitories, the courtyard is tiled, the grass is full in spring and summer, mosquitoes buzz in autumn, and you can deeply feel the glory of one year old and one withering in winter. In his opinion, the only benefit of these grasses is to win a smoke-free campus for their school, but Liu Ke said that the only feeling is that the Internet café is out, damn, how the grass is yellow.

I can probably imagine such a campus, but it was this guy who never knew the profession who opened a bar after coming out and was decisively promoted to the ranks of petty bourgeoisie. dresses up every day, occasionally holds red wine in his shop, the movies of scholar Wong Kar-wai, the lonely and lonely drunken eyes, and the petty bourgeois literary and artistic style.

After seeing him, I understood that what kind of chest Tibetan literature and ink is like a valley, and the belly is full of poetry and books, it is bullshit, Pang Tong is talented, he is still kicked around, Sun Wukong took off the purple and gold suit and is still a stinky monkey, what is the Monkey King.

Of course, behind Liu Ke's literary fan, there are all the bosses' slamming and black belly. It is said that this is the inheritance of the fine style of their school. We once asked him about the school spirit and motto of their school, and he said that it was probably to save money with innovation, and to ask for money shamelessly.

Regarding the first half of the sentence, he said that the grass in their school grew taller, and some teachers proposed to find a worker to trim it, so that it would look good, but their principal came up with a better idea, raising a camel in the school, and usually changing the grass on the ground. Regarding the second half of the sentence, that is, he paid a lot of entrance fees, but he never saw any student clubs, only one, that is, the "Love the Earth, Protect the Environment" club, which organizes them to pick up the school's garbage every year, especially water bottles, and picks up the school's off-campus after picking it up, and then expands the scope to the whole city. As the only university in the city, the biggest obstacle to their "environmental care" is not those who are not environmentally conscious, but those who care about the environment very much - old men and old ladies who pick up garbage. Whenever they went out, those old ladies and old men would be many years younger, quick-eyed, and definitely better than their young people.

These are these two people, and I am now very grateful that they do not dislike me, a self-proclaimed cultured person, and are willing to associate with me, and of course, I am even more grateful that they are willing to pay me for drinking, because today, I fired my boss again.

In the past three years, after changing several companies and enterprises, they have become familiar with my behavior of firing the boss.

"Next time, you must write in the specialty column of your resume - fire the boss!"

Liu Ke touched his scarf, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile.

"No, I think Angkor's strength is Boss Ke, and all the companies he has worked in have been 100% closed since he left."

"That's without brother, they can't work."

"However, if you write this, maybe your salary will be doubled, and the employer here will give you a salary, and then recommend you to work where a competitor works, wow, the best part-time job in the world!"

Liu Ke said again, and I smiled and said, "Okay, I don't know which of you hired me, Mr. Yang or Mr. Liu?" I finished my glass and filled it again.

"What the hell is going on?"

"A typo, nagging me for a long time, as if I earned him two thousand or his charity."

"Forget it, he's going out of business anyway."

After listening to it, I think it's right, in all my career, 100 percent hit, it's definitely okay.

"Here, a toast to the future!"

"To be honest, Fengzi, you're not a little old, so it's not a way to do this, right?"

"What's not a way, my dad left me a room, a plan, a levy, my brother is also a rich second generation, right, at that time, bars, car dealerships, it's a fart, I opened a 4S shop!"

"You just die, if you say something, we will help you, there is no need to come over for a drink, and then go out alone like before."

"Forget it, you guys... I tell you, in this world, if you are serious, you will lose, which great philosopher said that when people think, God laughs, and when you are serious, you lose. ”

I think I'm a little dizzy from drinking, so I got up and took my leave.

"I'll send you back."

Yang Qingjun got up and said.

"Forget it, you know me, I sleep when I'm drunk, I can't leave, and now it's just a good time to relax."

The two men watched me walk out of the bar.

Outside the bar, it was late autumn, and the leaves on the side of the street had fallen to the ground, reflecting the afterglow of dusk, which was extremely sad. I shivered and wrapped up my clothes. Since my dad died, I rarely got drunk, and only one drunken ended because I was afraid that I would cry.

Wrapped in clothes, walking along the yellow leaves all over the ground, walking home, watching the cars coming and going on the street, looking at the cold light refracted between the buildings, I couldn't help but laugh at myself in my heart.

My name is Wu Liangfeng, this name was given by my father, but the problem is that my father is a fortune teller, and then he gave his son such a name, which is somewhat suspected of smashing his own signboard. Of course, if you want to talk about signboards, he really doesn't have them, he works in a power plant on weekdays, and he is a god stick in his spare time, of course, he is not a god at all, just a name for the person who comes to the door, looking for something, but the problem is, he gave someone else's name, I tested it on the Internet, none of them were full marks, I asked him why?

"When the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses, Kanglong has regrets, you are an ordinary person who takes too much perfection, and you can't be blessed."

Hearing such words, I could only secretly laugh at his lack of profoundness, otherwise he would be like other famous gods, who were not full of money, sewing New Year's holidays, dignitaries, and wealthy businessmen Jia came to visit. For his hobby, I can only keep the mind of watching the fun, as he himself, has always regarded himself as a god, and sneered at those well-known peers, and reprimanded: "Liar! For his words, I can only understand that his peers are light or can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour.

In my memory, I have never seen my mother, not even a photo, I asked him about this, and his answer was that he died in childbirth, as for the photo, he said that the family was poor and had not taken it. In this case, I had suspicions that I was picked up by him or raised, but after many inquiries from my neighbors, I did have a beautiful mother, and he had a beautiful wife, who really died in childbirth. I've tried to find out their marriage certificate, but I haven't found it, and as he said, he raised me with a handful of and a handful of urine, although it sounds a bit evil.

The most accurate thing in his life was his own death.

That year, I had just graduated from college, and there was a game meeting endorsed by Mr. Cang in another city not far away, and my roommate and I discussed it and booked a ticket, but he called and said that he was seriously ill and asked me to go back.

Between the teacher and my father, I chose my father, anyway, the teacher will have time to meet in the future, but when I went back, he smiled and prepared a table of dishes and waited for me to go home.

"Happy Graduation!"

Well, although he laughed as much as ever, but looking at his smiling face, I was really angry, at the end of college, we talked about the good youth trip and the end, he was ruined, and he used such a ridiculous excuse.

I lost my temper with him that night, and then I didn't have a good dinner, and the next day, the man who was alive and kicking didn't get up, and the doctor said it was a heart attack, but I knew that their unit had a physical examination every year, and he didn't have a heart attack.

I think, sure I'm angry, that's the only explanation.

Others cheat on the father, I am the father of Ke, just like Xue Dingshan and Xue Rengui.

In fact, I want to tell him that after a night of thinking, I am not angry with him, but this sentence did not have a chance to say after all, but he left me a piece of paper, which said that he left me a book on numerology, and he really couldn't go on and deceive people, and the tone was as relaxed as before, and then said, learn this, you can only give a name, and if you lose something, you can only count a direction, as for the good luck, fate and the like, you don't forget it, and finally said in a very stern tone, never tell your own fortune, because that is really inaccurate.

As he said when I was a kid. This is an ancestral divine calculation in our family, one is not good fortune, and the other is not its own numerology. I shook my head and said, "The teacher said that this is feudal superstition, and I can't believe it!" ”

I took his book, and he only said something like this, just as he wanted to joke with me, but he didn't say anything.

After graduating from university, I once wanted to take a career and live my life safely, but no matter how hard I worked in the national and provincial examinations, I still lingered outside the interview, I think this is the reason why I was admitted to a second-rate university and others were admitted to a first-class university.

Later, I took the local exam, this one was very confident, I read books every day at that time, I was well prepared, and then I looked at the classmates who went in with me, those who knew that they hadn't even finished high school, they were in front of me, and then went in for an interview, and I finally understood that learning mathematics, physics and chemistry well is not as good as a good father, and I also understand that "men rely on their families, and women rely on marriage." "It's not a joke.

This is a rare time in life to be serious, it has become a joke, of course, before this, it was also serious. My girlfriend, who has been talking to her in college for three years, swore before graduating that she would stay in that city and work hard with me, but when I went back after burying my father, she successfully stayed in school with the thesis I wrote for her, and became a graduate student of a certain professor, which is the so-called "Baoyan", and then, she became the wife of a professor.

"Now that the pressure of employment is so great, our lives are all problems, what kind of love to talk about, get rid of your reality!"

That's her reasoning, and I believe it.

Since then, I've learned that in this world, if you're serious, you're going to lose. If you are not serious, one day you suddenly achieve a little achievement, and those bystanders will definitely praise you, ah, you are so smart, so powerful, you have achieved such a good result so easily. If you're serious, then you'll hear, oops, look at you so serious, think you're going to do it, and it turns out....

So, don't be serious, and then there will be no wins and losses, because life is really impermanent, and the people who laughed with you yesterday will disappear from this world tomorrow, diseases, wars, earthquakes, food poisoning, violent attacks...... Maybe it's just an uncovered sewer or a flower pot falling from the sky, you don't know if you'll make it through tomorrow alive, so why bother?

In the autumn dusk, I thought of my father, I remembered that I hadn't burned paper on his death day this year, and at this moment, I wanted to go and see him, reached out and stopped a car, and went straight to the cemetery.

Halfway up the hillside, there are many tombstones, and only then can I see the horizon in the distance and the colorful glow connected to the horizon, tearing and scattering in the distance. I walked past the monuments and looked at the bright red characters on the marble, black and white, smiling, smiling, slab, young, middle-aged, and old, like a personal life lens, passing by in a flash under the passage of time.

I burned a few piles of coins that my father bought along the way, and lit a cigarette. He didn't smoke before, but after he died, I guess I was addicted to smoking. I had a belly of words, but when I looked at that smiling face, I couldn't say it, leaving only one sentence.

"Your son is very frustrated, just like last year, he can't afford to buy BMW apples and high-rise buildings, so you should go ahead with it."

I don't know if he understands such a joke, so he sat in front of the tombstone, smoked three cigarettes, watched the day slowly darken, and prepared to get up and leave.

"Brother... Brother... Take me home. ”

The crisp sound came, and my cold sweat seeped out of my skin along with the drink.

"Brother, brother, will you take me home?"

In the haze, I saw a figure walking in front of me, draped in my hair and covering my face.

I looked at my father's tombstone behind me, and the cigarette butt with a red star shining behind me, and sat down with a smile.