In the early morning, the morning sun rises in the east and the mist clears.

On the outskirts of Nanshi, in the morning light, in an old building, Zhao Ming curled up, shivering in the cold wind.

It was a single bed, leaning against the window, and took up almost a third of the room. There are a few beer bottles lying under the bed, and a small square table against the wall, on which there is a boxed lunch that was not finished yesterday.

The room was dimly lit, like dusk, and like dawn.

At this time, Zhao Ming moved, rubbed his palms back and forth between his arms twice, felt a little heat, closed his eyes and groped around, and finally touched the corner of the blanket above his head, dragged it over and covered his body, and continued to hold the corpse.

"Tofu brain, tofu brain, chicken soup tofu brain—"

The horn downstairs sounded on time, Zhao Ming turned over, opened his worried eyes, stretched his arms and kicked his legs, yawned, and sat up with blank eyes.

The cold wind blew on his face, and Zhao Ming sneezed. I looked around for the remote control and turned off the air conditioner to feel better.

He was preparing for the civil service exam full-time this year, and he didn't have a penny of income, and his savings were almost spent.

After investing so much time, energy, and money, what is the result?

Blood indemnity.

I indulged myself in a few beers last night, hoping that I would get drunk, but I didn't get drunk at all, and I ran to the toilet several times at night, so I didn't sleep well all night.

Blue scab, shiitake mushrooms.

Pulling open the heavy curtains, the house instantly lit up, and the street downstairs was full of people, and a new day arrived as scheduled.

There is no time to continue grieving, he needs to pack up his mood and go out to find a job immediately, otherwise he will not be able to pay the rent and will have to sleep on the street next month.

Back then, he was also a high-spirited teenager.

At that time, he was teaching mathematics at a training institution, and he taught it smoothly and enjoyed his work. Until he brought a student who often had an emotional breakdown, out of humanistic care, he persuaded the student to make up less classes and rest more, and was complained by his parents, and he left his job angrily in depression and made the decision to prepare for the civil service exam impulsively.

Thinking about it now, it's so stupid and naïve.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he changed into jeans and a white T-shirt, and looked in the mirror, and found that there were a little more vicissitudes between his eyebrows.

One can imagine how much energy it took him to prepare for the full-time civil service exam.

Zhao Ming closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, took out a bottle of cream from the mirror, squeezed out a lump and applied it to his face, and slowly massaged it until it was absorbed.

Ten minutes later, I took a self-portrait in the mirror,

Well, resurrected with full blood.

He was still the same boy he used to be, and he hadn't changed in the slightest.

Turning right when he went out, he came to the breakfast shop downstairs as usual, Zhao Ming asked for a bowl of hot and sour tofu brain, two fritters, and ate the pickles on the table.

There is a good saying that only breakfast should not be disappointed.

A bowl of snow-white and delicate tofu brain, two crispy and delicious fritters, enough to wake up the taste buds of a sleepy night, delicious and cheap.

On the basis of not being arrogant and lascivious, Zhao Ming will try his best to create conditions for himself to enjoy life.

For more than 20 years, enjoying the moment has become his life credo.

Zhao Ming chewed the fritters and sent tofu brain into his mouth in a big gulp. When I was enjoying my meal, I suddenly smelled a scent of lavender on the tip of my nose. Zhao Ming raised his head and saw a girl sitting on the bench next to him at some point.

The girl is in her early twenties, with curved eyelashes, big eyelids, and honestly, she looks cute.

Zhao Ming sniffed, resisted the urge to sneeze, and began to drink tofu brain and eat fritters in small sips.

The love of beauty is the nature of human beings.

He likes cute girls the most.

I don't know if there is a chance to get acquainted?

Imagination,

A deep and rough voice exploded in his ears: "Donor, I see that your Yin Hall is black, and there will be a catastrophe soon!" ”

This voice,

Like Li Kui,

Like Lu Zhishen,

Like Cheng biting gold,

Damn!

Zhao Ming was startled, and the spoon was overturned.

How is it a man's voice?!

Raised his head in a panic and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest with his hair tied in a bun and wearing a Taoist robe. The Taoist priest squinted his eyes and touched his goatee with one hand, looking like a master of the world.

Whew-

Scare Lao Tzu,

I almost thought it was in Thailand!

It turned out that the Taoist priest was sitting next to the sister, and Zhao Ming was too attentive when he was eating, and he didn't pay attention to when he sat down.

After the false alarm, Zhao Ming continued to bow his head and drink tofu brain in small sips and eat fritters.

He didn't hear what the Taoist priest said, and he probably pretended not to hear it if he heard it clearly. In recent years, the liars have been so rampant that they have deceived him, a civil servant activist, and as a reserve team of state officials, Zhao Ming is a staunch atheist.

There was no response, and the Taoist priest was not in a hurry, he trotted all the way to Zhao Ming's side, and lowered his voice with his right hand: "Donor, there is a way to eliminate disasters, and the donor is willing to give it a try?" ”

That expression,

Very eager,

The look,

Very eager,

It's like buying a lottery ticket and winning a prize, and you're about to withdraw it.

Nima,

Are you too happy too soon?

Lao Tzu hasn't been fooled yet, so it's okay?!

Zhao Ming raised his head and looked at him with chopsticks, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

The Taoist priest didn't know why, but still looked at him with joy.

Affectionate,

Lovingly

Seeing that Zhao Ming was disgusted, he resisted the urge to vomit out bile and shook his head.

The meaning was clear, and he refused.

I thought that the Taoist priest would retreat in the face of difficulties, but who knows, in the next second, the painting style changed abruptly.

After being refused, the Taoist priest sat back in his seat like a deflated ball, and said stupidly, "Don't forget it, is the donor willing to give a meal to the poor?" ”

“......”

It seems to lower the requirements, but in fact, it is a retreat.

The liar performed a live performance of a beggar, which made Zhao Ming instantly dumbfounded.

What is this charter?

Taoist priests still want to turn their fate?

Can you fake it a little more?

However, the Taoist priest lowered his head, covered his stomach and continued to reiterate: "The hunger and thirst in the belly of the poor Taoist are unbearable, if only I could drink tofu brain and eat fritters like the donor." In fact, Poor Dao has been talking about these for a long time, but he is shy in his pocket, and he is shy! ”

“......”

Zhao Ming's chopsticks fell to the ground.

In real life,

Write the cheeky four words on your face,

It was the first time he had seen him.

Facing this shameless look, Zhao Ming felt the need to give him face.

Moreover, the sister is still sitting next to him, so he has to leave a good impression on the sister that he is righteous and squandering money and being kind to charity...

After a little thought, Zhao Ming immediately made a decision.

Giving, must give!

"Boss!"

"What's wrong Xiao Zhao?"

Zhao Ming pointed at the Taoist priest and was full of pride: "Give him a breakfast, a bowl of tofu brain and two fritters, and the rice money will be counted in my account!" ”

"Okay." The boss looked at the Taoist priest, "Do you want to change the taste of tofu brain?" In addition to the sour and spicy flavors, we also have sweet and savory flavors. ”

"This..."The Taoist priest was a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter, do you have difficulty choosing?"

"Not really." The Taoist priest shook his head slowly and said to Zhao Ming, "Donor, the poor Dao eats more, and one may not be full." ”

"And how much can you eat?" Zhao Ming is a little painful, in fact, he is also very shy in his pocket, right?

Lao Dao squirmed and stretched out his hand, and said embarrassedly: "At least five copies." ”

？？？

Five servings???

The wind is blowing,

The cicadas are calling,

Zhao Ming roared in his heart,

Five breakfasts!

Five servings!

You dead Taoist kicks your nose in the face!

Zhao Ming's body was full of blood and blood, so angry that he broke the spoon to deform,

His face was calm and light.

Because, the girl is still watching,

The character design created by himself has to be finished while kneeling.

Benevolent

chivalrous and righteous,

How can a generous and outstanding young man collapse because of a mere twenty-five yuan?

"Okay, you let go of eating!" Zhao Ming pushed a plate of yellow fritters in front of the Taoist priest, pointed to a row of tofu brains, paused, gritted his teeth and added, "It's not enough!" ”

Hold you out!

"Donor, you are so open!" Lao Dao gave a thumbs up, took off two chopsticks and sat down in a precarious manner, "Then you're welcome?" ”

Zhao Minghehe, have you been polite?

The Taoist priest picked up a fritter, looked at Zhao Ming, and laughed twice.

Then bite off half of the fritters, chew them twice, pick up the bowl, suck off half a bowl of tofu brain, put a ridge on the neck, and swallow it.

Zhao Ming stared at the beads of his eyes as he stuffed the remaining half of the fritters into his mouth, chewed them twice, and raised his head to kill the remaining tofu brain.

The whole process is smooth, but the face is a little red.

Zhao Ming swallowed his saliva, he felt his throat dry and his stomach was distended, and he felt like he had eaten a sack of wheat straw without chewing and drank a jar of tap water at the same time.

At this time, the girl also put down her chopsticks.

Obviously, the Taoist priest was too ugly to eat, and the girl lost her interest in dining.

However, the Taoist priest picked up another fritter and replaced it with a bowl of tofu brain, which was concocted in the same way, and no one else was waiting to feast on it.

How long have you been hungry?

Zhao Ming was dumbfounded, and an unprecedented sense of crisis slowly crept into his heart. You have to hurry up and settle the work, otherwise the Taoist priest today will be his tomorrow.

It's so miserable!

In her thoughts, the girl got up and left. Gently, she was gone. As she came gently.

The girl is very good, but she doesn't like to talk.

It's a pity that Zhao Ming is not good at accosting.

Thinking that the two of them missed it, Zhao Ming felt sorry for a while. Five hundred times of looking back in the previous life in exchange for a passing in this life, it is estimated that the neck of the previous life was twisted in exchange for an unexpected encounter in this life, who knows that the result is still unsatisfactory.

Maybe it's just meeting someone at the wrong time that makes your heart flutter, right?

Zhao Ming's embarrassing financial situation made him not have the courage to ask his sister for WeChat, what do you talk about without spending money on love these days? Lonely?

alas

It's still one word,

Poor...

At this time, the Taoist priest drank the last bowl of tofu brain and licked his lips, as if he was still a little unsatisfied.

"Donor..."

"No money!" Zhao Ming flatly refused.

“......”

The Taoist priest pouted, saying that the good ones are not enough to add more?

"Oh, yes." The Taoist priest touched his beard and took out a copper coin from his cuff, golden yellow, round on the outside and square on the inside, with a red handmade rope tied to the hole.

He blew on the copper coin, handed it to Zhao Ming and said, "The poor monk doesn't like to owe favors the most, this copper coin is given to the donor, and the donor only needs to carry it closely, which can ensure that the donor is good for evil." This is worth the cost of this meal, but it is a matter of care. ”

The Taoist priest gently shook the dust, and in an instant, he returned to the appearance of a master in the world.

“......”

Zhao Ming was dumbfounded, so he bought a copper coin for twenty-five yuan?

"What? Donor don't? ”

"Yes!"

How could it not be?

If this thing is made of pure copper, it may be able to sell for a few bucks. Mosquito legs are also meat, what a pity to lose them?

The Taoist priest threw Zhao Ming a 'count of 'you know the goods', a chrysanthemum-like smile rippled on his face, and left humming a song.

Zhao Ming casually put the copper coin into his trouser pocket, and after scanning the code to pay, he looked up at the blue sky and white clouds and sighed. He decided to go home first, submit his resume online, and wait for the interview notice.

As for what to do, I haven't figured it out yet. Anyway, the educational institution is not going to go, he wants to try other industries. Go home and prepare for all kinds of positions, cast a wide net and focus on catching fish, and you can always find a job that suits you.

When I got home, I turned on the computer, registered a user on Qiantu worry-free, 'tailored' several different resumes according to different industries, and then picked a position and submitted a resume.

Zhao Ming's undergraduate is an environmental major, an unpopular major, and there are few positions that can be provided by the society, and there are many graduates. The environment of more monks and less porridge made Zhao Ming give up his major from the beginning.

He asks very little for the job, and more money is enough.

After submitting more than 100 resumes, Zhao Ming rubbed his eyes, and before he knew it, it was already afternoon.

During the period, I received a few HR phone calls, asking about the situation and determining the interview time, which was basically arranged after tomorrow.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light..."

The mobile phone rang, and Zhao Ming picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. If nothing else, it should be HR, Zhao Ming took out a small notebook, which indicated the time and place of the interview in the next few days with a pen. He arranged interviews in close proximity on the same day to avoid wasting travel expenses back and forth.

A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone, and after verifying the situation, he asked him to go for an interview before six o'clock this afternoon.

This is a psychological clinic in the center of South City, assistant position, and the monthly salary is very attractive.

"Is it okay tomorrow?"

"No, tomorrow will be busy."

The other party was unquestionable, but his tone was a little anxious. Zhao Ming speculated that the clinic should be short of people. Generally speaking, when the company is short of people, the chances of success are the best.

I glanced at the time on the computer, and it showed that it was half past two in the afternoon. Zhao Ming hung up the phone and decided to take a look.

Idle is idle anyway, and you can't sit back and wait for the opportunity to slip away.

It takes about two hours from the outskirts of the city to the city center, plus the time it takes to wait for the bus to reverse, three and a half hours is enough.

I went out to buy a finger cake, changed buses three times, and finally found the mental health clinic at 5:50.

The clinic has just been renovated, and there is a smell of formaldehyde when I enter the door, thinking that it should be newly opened.

The front desk is facing the main entrance, and the mouse on the table is also on, but there is no one. In the reception area, there are two rows of small sofas, a small coffee table in the middle, and a red carpet on the floor. Zhao Ming chose a sofa to sit down and waited for the front desk to come back urgently.

"Pa-da-pa-"

The voice is not hurried, from far to near.

Someone's coming

He also wears leather shoes.

Zhao Ming stood up and looked at the source of the sound.

This is a middle-aged man, of medium height, in a suit and leather shoes, and his body exudes a magnetic field of warmth and positive energy.

"You're Zhao Ming?" The man looked at him from a distance, and the voice was familiar, it should be the phone he called him.

"Hmm." Zhao Ming nodded.

He guessed that this man should be more than just HR, and there might be other identities.

This dress, this aura, at first glance, is a person who has the right to speak.

"Let's talk on the second floor." The man smiled modestly, beckoned to him, and motioned for him to follow.

Zhao Ming nodded, moved forward and followed, and after bypassing the front desk, he realized that there was a long staircase at the back door of the clinic.