Wealth, fame, love.

When these three things are far from each other for the ** silk man Wu Qing, all he feels is endless confusion when he has reached the age of establishment.

From being laid off three months ago to now, Wu Qing has been running around various job fairs in the talent market, either because he was afraid that he would change jobs because of his high academic qualifications and would not be hired, or he was looked down upon by high-paying companies. I have endured the warmth and cold, and I have tasted the bitterness and bitterness all over again.

That's not all, what is even more infuriating on this day is that after falling asleep on the subway, the purse was taken away by the unscrupulous, and the mobile phone, wallet, bank card, ID card, academic degree certificate and other documents were all lost. After waking up, Wu Qing was instantly desperate!

You have to know how troublesome it is to go through these procedures again, not to mention that some things can only be a certificate, and it is very realistic that the next meal is gone, borrowing money from friends and classmates? Seriously, I don't usually have much contact, but now I suddenly borrow money, who will pay attention to you?

Shame, sorrow!

Dejected, Wu Qing endured hunger in his belly and wandered the streets of the bustling metropolis like a walking corpse. There are many high-rise buildings, and in the middle of it, I am so lonely and lonely, and I say to myself, "It's all over, it's over"

"I don't have eyes!"

A black silk beauty let out a female roar, and then shook off the curly long hair and walked away.

Wu Qing ignored it, shook his body that was almost knocked over, and sneered in his mouth, "Slut!" "Continue to wander, ignore a crowd, ignore a qiē traffic, but you can't ignore a qiē obstacle. Like a drunken man, he sneered once in a while, stumbling around the concrete buildings and wandering towards the neon.

"Are you alright, young man?"

An old man held Wu Qing's almost fallen body, as if he was very concerned.

Wu Qing's heart moved, but he still ignored it, shook off the old man's hand, and continued to wander.

With bright lights in front, noisy crowds, and countless luxury cars next to it, this is a high-end Chinese restaurant.

Wu Qing pushed away the welcome lady and security guard who were blocking, and the waiter Xiaomei took Wu Qing to a small dining table in desperation and handed over the menu. Although Wu Qing was sad and desperate at this time, he was still burned by hunger, and he had to eat a full meal if he wanted to die.

Wu Qing has already germinated a will to die!

opened the menu, Wu Qing didn't make a sound, picked the most expensive dish with his fingers, and ordered eighteen in one go, the number eighteen has always been Wu Qing's favorite number, because the homonym is "to be sent".

The waiter didn't speak after being surprised, and turned around after a quick record, regardless of whether this ** silk man could finish it alone, and didn't remind him that this was a very shameful waste.

But in a moment, a big dish was served, braised lion's head, which was a Huaiyang dish that Wu Qing liked very much. At this time, Wu Qing didn't have the happy mood of the past, and he didn't care about the white eyes of the waiter's little sister, grabbed the chopsticks and started eating, like a hungry mad dog.

"Hey, do you want to drink!" Xiaomei asked.

"Here's a bottle of Moutai." Wu Qing said casually.

When a bottle of Moutai was placed in front of Wu Qing's eyes, Wu Qing didn't speak, motioned for the little sister to open it, and then poured a cup and drank it.

It turns out that Moutai is a tasteful, sauce-flavored wine, and I still can't get used to it. Wu Qing sighed in his heart for a while, while gobbling it up.

When the fourteenth dish was served, Wu Qing couldn't eat it anymore, and when the eight-hundred-yuan stewed Wang Ba was served, it happened to be the fourteenth dish. Wu Qing stared at Wang Bake with cold eyes, and his thoughts suddenly came up.

One night in the summer of that year, the leader invited guests to dinner, and finally it was a stew of Wang Ba, and it was also that night that he lost his pure virginity, and under the anesthesia of alcohol, he gave himself to a woman who was not very beautiful, and when he got up in the morning, the woman asked for three hundred yuan

"Sir, since you order a lot of food, our manager wants you to settle the bill first!"

The waiter's little sister's not-so-sweet voice interrupted Wu Qing's thoughts.

"No money!" Wu Qing felt a little dizzy, this good wine is different, and he was dizzy at this time. On weekdays, he is known as a pound, but he is actually a little drunk.

After a short pause, the waitress Xiaomei immediately changed her face, turned around and left. In a moment, the lobby manager led four security guards to appear in front of Wu Qing.

"Young man, pay the bill!"

"No money!"

"YOU'RE EATING WHITE FOOD?"

As he spoke, a security guard grabbed Wu Qing's collar at once, and the others grabbed Wu Qing's arms and waist to prevent Wu Qing from resisting. Soon, Wu Qing was dragged out of the restaurant and into the alley next to him. Wu Qing knew what was going to happen, and Wu Qing, who was desperate in his heart, didn't care at all, and scolded: "I think you grandsons can kill Lao Tzu!" ”

"Damn, kill him!"

"I've eaten white food, I've never seen such arrogance!"

"Find his mobile phone first and call his home!"

After searching for a long time, the security guard kicked hard and said, "Manager, this guy doesn't have a dime on his body, and he doesn't have a mobile phone at all!" ”

The lobby manager closed his eyes and said viciously: "Hit me, hit me hard, don't kill me!" ”

Next, Wu Qing suffered the most brutal beating since he grew up, until finally spread on the ground like a puddle of mud, the lobby manager seemed to be unbearable, took out his wallet and took out a hundred yuan red ticket and stuffed it into Wu Qing's trouser pocket. Then he quickly left with the people.

Wu Qing was woken up by a homeless man, his nose and face were swollen and uncomfortable, and his whole body was even more painful as if he had fallen apart. Wu Qing subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, knowing that it was empty, but he still sighed.

"Are you looking for this?"

The beggar stretched out a dirty hand with a red ticket between his fingers. Wu Qing instantly understood, it seemed that he had received a hundred yuan after being beaten, but what did this beggar mean?

The beggar smiled, and the hundred-yuan bill flickered in front of Wu Qing's eyes, and he ran away, disappearing into the darkness under Wu Qing's gaze.

Wu Qing can't say how sad he is, and he can't say how desperate he is, at this time he has no feelings, and the whole person seems to be empty, so empty that he doesn't know if he still exists. struggled to get up, ignoring the beggar, not thinking about the hundred bills, and not calling the police. Like a ghost, he swayed out of the alley.

Suddenly the lights were dazzling, a sharp brake, Wu Qing felt that he was flying, it felt like a ghost, light and fluttering, at the moment when the darkness fell, Wu Qing smiled bitterly, it turned out that he was so light, he saw the panicked people on the street, farewell, my life; Farewell, my dear parents; Farewell, the woman who is already a wife.

When Wu Qing came to his senses again, he was lying on a Hu bed, well, let's call it a Hu bed, I knew what this thing was called when I watched TV before. He felt that his body had become shorter, and he thought it was a high paraplegic when he was shocked, but after careful observation, his body was actually the body of a three-year-old child.