After a long time, Peng Cheng finally got a new job, in a beverage company, where there was a small container of goods, he sat in the box every day, stacked with a cart of drinks, a porter who unloaded with the truck.

It's not a good job, and it's clear that he's going to walk around the city every day, wandering the streets and alleys, and it's boring enough to make you want to vomit. Those small outlets, and supermarkets as small as small stores, sometimes only two or three items are enough to unload, which is pitiful, but as much as a cow's hair. Despite this, Peng Cheng still had to do this terrible job, who let him go to the house for so long, which was very disappointing, even he was very disappointed, he was like a crappy artist, just lying motionless, waiting for the rich people who admired him, and took the time to come to him.

During that time he did almost nothing, did not want to see strangers, not even anyone, he slept on his bed in the hut every day, and his head ached, and he began to think crankily, fantasizing about how he could get money.

He always woke up from a daze when Babe was about to get off work. For a moment, his mouth would be dry and he would always have no water to drink. Then he would make a phone call to Beibei, he always called Beibei, asking her how her work was this day? Are you tired? She is his only thought, thinking of her, Peng Cheng felt that some dust drifted in the emptiness in his heart, and what worried him even more was that the money left in Beibei's pocket was decreasing day by day, and it was decreasing every day, until that job came.

The work of a porter is more than a lot of work, and if you do it with your life, you will generally make a lot of money, so even if Peng Cheng doesn't like it, he still has hope in his heart. Like all brothers who make money with their bodies, exchange their lives and their health for money. Sandwiched between the muscular fellows in his arms, the young man looked much thinner, he always squatted in the corner, and did not speak, like a foreigner in a group of villagers, who always seemed out of place, and he was young, very young.

This kind of very hard work, there are very few young workers like Peng Cheng, most of the people who work together are a little old, and the aging of the skin always precedes the texture, most of these people look older than their actual age, but their physical fitness is excellent, just like Lao Guan. They look rough and bold, unsophisticated, and picky.

Every day, Peng Cheng had to fight against his natural back pain, which became more and more painful, and the pain made him afraid. It was a really strange illness, as long as he didn't have to work on his waist, he almost forgot that he still had such a problem, but now, everything was like a car accident. The lad stood at a starting point higher than everyone else, cowering, but it wasn't a more rewarding experience than any other job, and frankly, it was terrible.

During the two-month period from his first day as a porter to the end of his last day, Peng Cheng caught up with a short-distance trip at a high cost. It was really a short trip, he got up early in the morning and went out, returned at five o'clock in the afternoon, went to a fork in the sea, took off his pants, and peed into the sea, and in addition, as long as he didn't work for two months, he just wanted to lie down. Lying at home, lying in the car, the workers gathered together to smoke and brag, and Peng Cheng just wanted to lie down. Only when he was lying down, when all the bones in his body were flat on the bed, could he feel a little better, like after torture, especially better.

After two months of painful experience, the two of them once again savored the difficulties of life. Peng Cheng hesitated and became angry again and again in pain, and he began to wonder if they really made the wrong choice, otherwise why would they be like this again? Why didn't they get better and better like other people who loved each other! As said in the TV series, as long as they are kind and love each other, they will get better and better, have a house to live in, have the blessings of their families, and then be able to win five million. Why is he really kind, he loves Beibei, and he works steadily, but he still has no money, why is he the only one who hasn't gotten better, and his back hurts again? All this made the young man confused, he looked at Beibei with annoyance, the woman in front of him who moved him again and again, let him miss, to talk about love, to kiss me and me, he only felt that his back hurt so much that he had no mood at all.

Two months later, he was finally playing against the wall with back pain. Although he didn't want to go to the bathhouse anymore, the reality forced him to almost go back to the bathhouse, and he was fucked by life again, what a fucking nest. Fortunately, this time Peng Cheng did not completely return to the original point, he resolutely couldn't accept to return to that place again, it was like sitting on the that had been pulled once, sitting back and pulling it again, so he found a bigger bathhouse two streets away.

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The door of the bathhouse was repaired like a French triumphal arch on a postcard, and the two stone lions at the door were covered with bright yellow gold leaf. If it weren't for the experience in another bathhouse two blocks away, Peng Cheng would not have dared to climb this threshold, and that small bathhouse gave him capital and made him feel that the scar on his mouth was less abrupt.

The leisurely working hours of the bathhouse were definitely a challenge for Peng Cheng. This place is too big, the people of the two classes almost never intersect, they are like strangers they don't know, when those strangers go to work, Peng Cheng is always bored, and the long and boundless time makes people panic, no matter how long he can hold on, he will eventually be picked off again.

It was October of the same year, and Peng Cheng was arranged in the shoe department of the large bathhouse, next to the bar in the lobby. Every day, he turned his back to the bar behind him, and in a small hollow he nested into, there was a blue plastic pedal, and in front of him were rows of squares trimmed with gold edges, as long as he looked up slightly, he could see the golden crystal chandelier in the lobby, the wallpaper as rich as oil paintings, and the same golden floor tiles. My aunt always rubbed the ground brightly, as if she would fall into a pile of gold if she stepped on it.

Compared with the splendor of the lobby, Peng Cheng lived the kind of poor life when the two of them first met, but their hearts were glued together. Every day, Bei Bei would bring food and go to the dormitory at the back door of the bathhouse to find him, and snicker with her sweetest. The place is very good, the heating is as good as in the bathhouse, and the prefabricated house is like spring all year round.

But Peng Cheng didn't like it here, and returning to work in the bathhouse made him depressed, he didn't know how to describe that feeling, it was like a kind of regression, atavism, it seemed that others were climbing step by step in their lives, but he walked in circles, which was a joke, so funny that he couldn't raise his head.

He hesitated and bewildered more than once, and it was an insult to be so beautiful in the face of those golden squares, and to have to hold the smelliest shoes. He didn't want to deal with anyone, especially those friends before, such as Brother Yi, so Brother Yi called, and Peng Cheng pretended not to hear. The bathhouse made him have no sense of accomplishment, and the calculation of money also made him troubled, until one day, he went to the third floor of the bathhouse and finally realized that he was really a little toad at the bottom of the well, and he had never seen anything of the dirt buns.

It was the second time he went to the third floor of the bathhouse, and the first time he went, it was a morning, and he went to deliver a list to someone he didn't even know.