He told Meng Zhuang: "I came to the countryside a few years ago, and when I came, I came with a lot of blood, and I came here to touch a gray nose. Later, he married his mother and had a child. When the educated youth rebelled against the city, the baby was in trouble, and the people in the village also asked me to stay, so I stayed in the town and became an accountant. There's another girl, the one you saw in the afternoon. ”

Meng Zhuang listened patiently, and the boss continued: "Two years ago, I heard that my former friends were famous, of course I was also conflicted, it was good to stay here, but I didn't do anything in my life, so I gave the town half a lifetime of calculations. It's really sad to be born to do nothing. ”

The wry smile on the boss's face suddenly disappeared and turned into a hearty smile: "But in the past two years, I have figured it out, any fame, fortune and rights are all false." They got a lot of things, but they didn't have a good time after all.

Last year, when I heard that the two children of the Fa Xiaojia had broken their heads and bled into the hospital and then into the detention center for fighting for the house, and I heard that my sister borrowed money everywhere in order to marry her son's daughter-in-law, I gave her 100,000 yuan, saying that I didn't have to pay it back. I know, they look glamorous, but they don't have any money to spare.

My sister was very upset, saying that if she had it, she would return it to me, I told her that the government paid attention to the city a few years ago, and now it pays attention to the countryside, and I can easily earn two or three million a year here, she cried and said to me, "It's better not to go back at the beginning." ””

Meng Zhuang also often hears these things. There is no doubt that those who rebelled against the city back then have made a name for themselves in their own fields. It can be said that they have both fame and fortune, but they are busy with work and neglect the education of children, so it is difficult for future generations to inherit the aspirations of their ancestors to reach a higher level, and most of them rely on the older generation to eat. However, Lian is quite old, and his ambition is really difficult to pay, and he can only sigh emptyly.

Meng Zhuang didn't answer the boss's words, because his problems were not these. His problem lies with himself, everything is fine, all the problems are made by himself.

It is precisely because of this that it is even more helpless. Because when he can't save himself, when he can't even complain, the problem really becomes a terminal illness.

And for Meng Zhuang, the problem doesn't stop there, he has a deeper reason, something that he himself has at his fingertips but feels powerless.

Meng Zhuang didn't speak, because this matter had nothing to do with him. He has always cared not much about what other people do, and as for what he has learned from them, it seems impossible, because Meng Zhuang has already figured out these things. Others need a finger, but what he needs is to stay away. Stay away from the past, away from suffering, and if you can, away from the world.

"I hate myself for being cowardly and cowardly." This is what Meng Zhuang wrote on the title page of his notepad, once to remind himself that he must be strong. No matter what happens, Meng Zhuang will always hold his head high.

At one point in his life, when he was at his most difficult and bitter time, he once wanted to commit suicide. Fortunately, he was cowardly and cowardly, and he survived. But Meng Zhuang began to hate his cowardice and cowardice. Because if you are strong enough, you will not want to commit suicide because of anything.

At about eight o'clock, Yan Jingzhou also got up, and then Mei Yu, Xin Lingling, and Mei Yu also got up.

Although the stove in the house was lit, they were all gathered in the courtyard. The banquet is because of Meng Zhuang, and the rest of the people are also because of Meng Zhuang. The man had surprised them so much that they wanted to know what he was going to do at this moment.

Almost the same as yesterday, the cold wind blew motionlessly. There was no expression on his face, as if he had brought a mask, and the thousands of faces under this mask were absolutely impossible for others to see.

At first, it was fun, but after a while, it became boring. No matter how you look at it, you will only feel that he is just paralyzed, and it is difficult to have any strange ideas.

At about nine o'clock, Bo Mingxi got it done:

"Let's go."

Xin Lingling and Mei Yu went with Bo Mingxi to pursue the mysterious culture, and Yan Jingzhou and Mei Yu also returned to the house. The cold wind was blowing in the courtyard, and they were shivering with cold.