After 7 a.m., most people rush to wash, get out of the house, buy some breakfast, and rush to work.

The fast-paced life makes many people have no time to stop, and they are tired of running every day, earning a meager wage, and living in a humble life. No one cares what they think, they are either ordinary little white-collar workers in the lattice room of a large company, or a screw on one dull production line after another, or the service industry workers who keep the city running like a huge machine, they have no poetry and distance in their lives, and the so-called ideals have long since withered in the hard and boring life day after day, and they have become the most ordinary members of the crowd, they are like worker ants in a group of ants, the largest number and the most difficult work, The lowest status, the lowest salary, and the obscure shuttle through the city.

But in the end, they are not machines, but individuals with flesh and blood, thoughts and souls, and their inner demands are gradually defeated by the firewood, rice, oil and salt in reality. So I was depressed, so I sank, so I looked for all kinds of ways to vent the negative emotions accumulated in my heart in the consumption of day after day, year after year.

Fooling around is one of them. In his early 40s, he was still an unknown employee of the company, a person who came to the company several years later than him, and now he is also mixed with the name of a director, only he is still standing still, without any achievements. He is so dull that he has no sense of existence in the company, and his daily work is just cleaning, counting the number of lunch boxes at noon, serving tea and pouring water, and doing all the work that an assistant should do. He had no way to resist the company's arrangement, seven years, more than 2,000 **** nights, he dedicated himself to this foreign trade company that was originally unknown and is still struggling to survive. In the monotonous and unprofessional work like a boiled frog in warm water, he has long lost the ability and courage to change jobs, and now the only hope is that the company will not fire him, otherwise he will have no advantage in the talent market at the age of his early forties, and I am afraid that there is no hope for a job search and a bleak prospect.

There is no way, even if it is such a humble position, with a salary of more than 2,000 yuan a month, there are still countless college graduates staring at it. From the very beginning, with the pride of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, after hitting a wall again and again, their expected salary will be reduced from 10,000 yuan to the top again, and they will inevitably become his competitors in the end. Messing around is like his name, he has been messing around almost all his life, he doesn't know what kind of mentality his parents gave him this name at the beginning, he has three sisters, he should be a lone seedling in a thousand hectares, in the context of the patriarchal region and the times, even if he will not be taken care of, he doesn't have to get such irony, right? But his parents were silent about the origin of his name, and now they have brought the secret into the coffin.

Maybe the old couple is completely disappointed in messing around, 40 years old, renting a single house, still having no foothold in this city, and still running on the blind date. He is the fifth king, but not a diamond, many women even if they are married for the second time or three times, when they hear that he has no house or car, and his salary is pitifully low, he will still refuse, his dream of marrying a yellow flower girl in his twenties has finally come to his senses after failing on blind dates again and again. Now his only wish is to burn high incense if he can get married, no matter what kind of ancestor he marries, he is also willing to offer. But even so, there is still no woman who is willing to follow him, and it is clear that he will suffer hardships if he marries, he can't afford to buy a house or a car, and even the bride price money may not be able to come out. Marrying a man and marrying a man to dress and eat, not to mention how much women worship money, it is impossible to fall in love when hungry, there is no bread of feelings, and it is impossible to be long-term.

After a whole day of work, he finally got to work, and he was the first to pick up his briefcase and punch out of the company, and left without looking back in the eyes and ridicule of a crowd. He feels that he and these colleagues have less and less common language, he can't fit into their world, and they can't understand his pain, since he is not a person from the same world, then maintain the simplest working relationship, it is useless to talk more, anyway, he also knows that his future life will be like this, no matter how much he flatters his boss and stampers, it is impossible to go further, he might as well do something he wants to do when he has that American time, life is short, he is lazy, even the gods can't help it.

Squeezing the bus is the only fun left in life. He especially likes to ride the overcrowded bus without air conditioning, he doesn't covet the bargain of a dollar, he simply likes the feeling of everyone sweating together, because this is the closest moment in his poor life to the opposite sex. He can use the crowded rush hour as an excuse to put a girl behind her in a grand manner, touch and rub it, and rub some oil indirectly or directly. Most of the women will only turn their heads angrily at him, glare at him a few times, and then cautiously drill into other gaps, trying to get away from him, in order to avoid his seemingly non-existent harassment, there is a grumpy, will scold, but nonsense is used to this, he just wants to pretend to be innocent, and then explain in a whispering that the car is full of people, and he has nowhere else to stand, not to rub behind her, let alone to harass anyone, but because the carriage is shaking, occasional contact, You look nervous. Generally, when encountering this kind of thing as being ******, women always have to suffer a little, so most people don't dare to make a big fuss, plus three or five want to make a big fuss, and they are pushed by a fool of themselves, and they don't admit it, after all, there is no real evidence, and the two of them insist on their own words, and they can't tell if you are right or wrong, so these victims have to knock out their teeth and swallow blood, either get out of the car or change places, and try their best to calm things and avoid this scoundrel, but they are called fooling around and succeeding repeatedly.

After all, Hu Hu is a normal man in his forties, the way to vent is either to find a cheaper pheasant, or to bother the five girls to solve it himself, in his computer, foreign love action movies have saved hundreds of Gs, and the five girls are frequently dispatched to give him a few seconds of comfort, but in the end, it is not as good as really touching a woman. He has no money, and if he wants to be rich, he will probably find a pheasant every day.

The faint fragrance of the woman's body made him intoxicated, and the warm touch of nephrite when he was attached to himself made Hu Hao deeply infatuated. He can see that he can't eat, there are so many women in the world, but there is no one who really belongs to him, it's always okay to touch it, right? In this big summer, all the big girls and little daughters-in-law are dressed so coolly, crop tops, small short skirts, what is it that is not a seductive crime, and they are dressed like chickens, so don't blame a hooligan like him behind them. It is a matter of course that since you are a woman from a good family, you wrap it tightly, and you leak so much meat, and when people touch it, she won't lose a piece of meat, so why don't you let it be touched?

So every summer, even if he gets a few slaps, he is never tired, anyway, there is no one who really sends him to the police station in the end, these women have no confidence in their hearts, maybe they are doing something outside, it's not a good thing, touch it in vain, don't touch it in vain.

After work that day, he got on the 102 bus home as usual, which went directly from his company to his rental house, anyway, for him a bachelor, no house or car is the same everywhere, so after applying for this company, he found his current residence along all the bus lines passing by this company, a chaotic urban village.

Attracted by the huge real estate bubble, the city, like all other cities in the country, began a vigorous housing movement, and the original small villages were demolished one by one, and the urban villages were left behind in this housing construction movement. The real estate company wants to demolish it, the market value of this land is already expensive, coupled with the compensation for the above-ground attachments built by the people privately, the real estate company is not stupid, they don't make any money, how can they do thankless things, therefore, a sporadic distribution of urban villages, just like the leprosy on the top of the city's head, hideously declares its existence.

It is a basement that is rented around, only about half a meter above the ground, and a small skylight is pitifully opened, which can let in some light, which is still an advantage over the completely opaque basement in the vast cities of the north. Messing around renting there is not entirely because of the low rent, he doesn't smoke or drink, he doesn't smoke or drink, he really doesn't spend much money on ordinary living expenses, and he can afford to rent a better place, but he would rather nest in the basement, with some young people who have just graduated from college and are busy looking for jobs, and are shy in their pockets. Every night in the dead of night, the low moans from next door and the squeak of the bed board are enough to make him so excited that he can't sleep, whenever this time, he will quietly turn on the computer, call up the classic love action movie, while stunning his ears, listening to the movement outside, with the **** unbearable picture on the computer, comfortably comforting himself, and then entering a sweet dreamland.

Is this kind of life sad? It's sad, who is to blame, no one is to blame, there are many factors to blame his parents, blame himself, blame his boss and blame his colleagues, they all seem to be a little bit touched, but they are not accurate enough.

As the saying goes, how can you walk by the river without getting your shoes wet, the No. 102 bus is the base camp for the ****** of nonsense, and he has been safe and sound back and forth for so many years, but he hopes that no one will dare to compete with him, and he will talk about this shameful thing in front of the gong. But he forgot one sentence, that is, rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, and every morning, the city bus, a transportation pipeline, will send people from all corners of the city to the designated place of work or study. That is to say, everyone's life can almost be called regular, what time to get up and what time to eat, what time to go out and what time to catch the car, and everyone will form a set of inherent habits over the years.

For example, nonsense, will be at 7:15 every morning, on time on the 102 road, this is a suburban line, the distance is long and the vehicle is less, which means that the interval between waiting for the car is very long, if he can't catch up with this car at 7:15, the next trip is 7:35, and the time difference of 20 minutes is enough to make him late for work. So unless you are sick and ask for leave, the nonsense will appear on this train. There are a few people who go to work in the same car with him in the city over the years, most of them know and know him, but in the spirit of not caring about themselves, there is no need to be serious with him, everyone is very busy, rushing to work, if something is big and someone calls the police, they will be pulled directly into the police station. The boss of the company doesn't listen to your explanation, these vampires will only find all kinds of excuses to deduct your salary, so more is better than less, if people don't want to dig deeper, why do they follow the coaxing and put themselves in it if they don't get it to the end.

But this time today, the nonsense must have gone out without looking at the yellow calendar, and finally made him kick an iron plate. Zeng Mingjun, except that the gender column on the ID card is written as a woman, and because of the trouble of cutting short hair, he has to cut a long head of hair every month, regardless of his style of behavior or personality characteristics, he is a female man. She was about half a year ago, after changing jobs, because of a moment of shyness, she had to move to this urban village to live, and doing 102 to work every day became her compulsory course, so she was fortunate to be chosen as the target of nonsense.

For the first time, she thought she was nervous, because she was dressed in a denim suit, humming a song and blowing gum, and her ruffian appearance was really not related to a gentle woman, she grew up so big that she didn't know what it meant to be ******.

I don't know if he was too hungry to eat that day, or if he really liked Zeng Mingjun's neutral beauty, sticking it behind her, under the cover of the briefcase, with the movement of the carriage, he kept sticking to Zeng Mingjun's body, and when he was emotional, he set up a small tent under him. Zeng Mingjun just thought it was very strange at the time, why was there something in the back that said hard or soft always poked her again and again, making her feel very uncomfortable, so she tried to squeeze into the crowd, hoping to avoid this feeling. Fooling around and accepting it when he saw it, he didn't follow up, which made Zeng Mingjun feel that it was his own illusion, just because the carriage was too crowded, the old man behind him accidentally bumped into her with a briefcase, so he didn't go to his heart.

But I don't want to have a second time after more than a month. (To be continued.) )