After coming out of Sister Wen's office and going down the stairs, I walked around the campus again tomorrow, and while walking tomorrow, I thought in my heart, maybe all the sadness, joy and hope have dissipated in this short but long four years. Or, never, it never went away.

Tomorrow I have to admit that the pressure of reality is always enormous, sometimes even more than many things, including love.

In a sense, reality and ideals are like two parallel lines that can never intersect, no matter when they start, where they start from, how far they extend infinitely, and it is impossible to come together in the end. Unless modern geometry and mathematics undergo a fundamental change like the Big Bang.

After turning around the campus, tomorrow I will return to the university dormitory where I climbed up and down with the fat man every time, and the fat man cried and shouted that his mother had lived for four years and paid 1,200 yuan a year for accommodation. Tomorrow, I may think that I may never have the opportunity to live in a high-end cheap rental house so close to the city center within the first ring road.

Because at least, you can be here on Saturdays and Sundays, and you can wake up at any time you want. The only thing to consider is that the dormitory manager aunt didn't do rounds that day. Every time I think of the dormitory manager, tomorrow I think of the fat man.

Once the fat man was wearing a big pair of pants, just a very short one, lying on the yoga mat in the dormitory, shirtless, but the door was not locked, and the aunt came in and hit the bottom upside down, looking at the fat man's appearance, his embarrassed face was red.

And now, what he wants to live in is a rental house with a rent of two or three thousand a month, only a big butt, and when he thinks of this, his brain will be like being hit by a door frame tomorrow.

After packing up my things and carrying my suitcase downstairs tomorrow, I handed over the key to the dormitory manager, sat down and chatted with the aunt for a while, and then left without looking back. Because he knew that he was afraid that he would not be angry, and tears would fall.

He called a car and moved to his new rented place, and after a simple shower tomorrow, he fell asleep in bed, which is indeed a little tiring for him these days.

While asleep, he had a dream. I dreamed that he was with Xixi, I dreamed of Shanghai in December, I dreamed of a fat man, and I dreamed of many people.

Scattered snowflakes fell in Shanghai in December, and this was probably the first snow in Shanghai. Not sooner, not late, not laughing or making trouble, just like Sissy. The pedestrians and vehicles on the road are unhurried, just right.

Outside the window, the wind was blowing from both sides of the road, and the sound of a Mercedes motor was about 180 decibels, but he didn't hear it clearly......

When I woke up the next day, I glanced at my phone tomorrow, and it was already eleven o'clock. There are many missed calls in the call list, which are from fat people. Open WeChat tomorrow and reply to the fat man that everything is normal.

It's a code word for both of them, indicating that the other is safe. No one can figure out what the story is between the two big boys.

When I was lying in bed, I thought tomorrow that if Sissy was there, my hair must have just been washed, and the small house of 30 square meters would have a faint fragrance. Sissy loves oranges because she grew up eating them.

She has a good temper, they have never quarreled, except for the last breakup, she laughed and laughed and suddenly burst into tears. On the day of the breakup, Cissy said to tomorrow: "I think we love each other after ......".

He also vividly remembered the scene of their breakup that day.

"Tomorrow, let's break up". Cissy whispered this as she sat on the back seat of her bicycle, and the wind blew through her short blond hair draped over her shoulders.

The 22-year-old girl put her hand tightly around the back of the boy in front of him. She is afraid that one day she will never have the opportunity to grow up so simply, and she will never have the opportunity to feel such warmth and steadfastness.

"Actually, I don't mean anything else, really." Sissy said softly.

On Shanghai's bustling streets, cars and horses are slow on the sidewalks at half past ten at night, and café clerks are packing up the last scattered cutlery, neon-colored wax counters glittering. Buses are constantly coming, and people sitting on the streets always want to go home.

"Tomorrow, I'm sorry". Sissy, who was sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, said softly.

The street lamp on the corner of the street, the rain drifted under the faint light.

"Tomorrow, stop." Sissy said to tomorrow.

The car came to a slow stop, and the wheels were already old and a little rusty.

"Let's just walk back, the dormitory is not far away." Tomorrow nodded.

In such a southern city, it suddenly rained, and a boy took a girl's hand and walked slowly on the empty street, not knowing whether it was sadness or hope.

"Tomorrow, I'm sorry". Tears rolled in Sissy's eyes.

Tomorrow dragged Sissy's face with his thick palm and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Sissy".

As he said this, tears rolled in the boy's eyes.

That day, the night before they broke up, tears fell from the sky. That night, tomorrow wrote this paragraph in his diary.

I am a lonely shepherd, and the wind and snow in the North Sea have hurt my cheeks I don't know how many times, and I am afraid that one day I will finally not be able to survive and fall.

In that foreign land, he erected his own tombstone, on which was written, a shepherd who lost his lamb and died.

But I always felt that I wouldn't fail like that.

After all

There was a girl who used to stand in the snow waiting for his shepherd.

Snowflakes falling in the sky,

I think it's the shepherd's tears,

I admit it.

Tomorrow when he recalled, he remembered a lot of things from the past, and suddenly he suddenly remembered that today was his first day of work. If you are late for the first day of work, you will probably be fired. As soon as I thought of firing squid, I hurriedly packed up tomorrow and took the subway to the company.

Although the owner of this company is tomorrow's friend, it's not the simple kind. In this way, it was not his luck to submit his resume tomorrow, and the company that hired him was not unlucky.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lao Zhang walking towards him and said: "Tomorrow, there will be some fantasy novels in the weekly magazine recently, you can see if you can write some, so that you don't need outside manuscripts, and you can save a few dollars and drink some wine." Today, I read a lot of manuscripts in the company's mailbox, and the level is not as good as you, and it is estimated that there is no living expenses. But we don't have any money." Tomorrow glanced at Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang had a circle of blood in his eyes, and he looked tired.

Recently, there are a lot of things missing in the company, there have been many problems in the operation of the official account, and there are some endorsements with the promotion of commodity manufacturers, and there are not enough people in the company.

"You try to write it to see if you can write it, and in the latest period, you can use the ones collected on the Internet in the previous paragraph, and sell popularity on the official account, and remember to add the advertiser's things in it." Lao Zhang said to tomorrow and made a phone call.

"That's my food money, where do I dare to throw it away." Tomorrow said as he turned on his computer and stared at the screen, but he really didn't know what to write.

And this sitting is an afternoon.

At sunset, in a 30-square-meter room, there are several computers and two wireless broadcasters, and every time the last ray of light in the sky disappears into the night sky of the city, it will play the news broadcast on time, and the melody is like Goldbach's conjecture.

In a small floor of the company's Wanda Mall, the house price is relatively low compared to other floors, and Lao Zhang said that he must buy a suite in Shanghai, which is very big.

Ask him tomorrow how old he is?

Lao Zhang said: "Just pretend to be people like you and me."

"Then the sky is the house, and the earth is the bed", tomorrow replied with a smile.

"What the fuck are you going to do when it rains? The rain in Shanghai is like if you make other girls angry, and the rain will come down." Lao Zhang said half-jokingly.

Hearing Lao Zhang say this, I remembered Xixi again tomorrow.

"You will give me more money in the future", he shouted to Lao Zhang tomorrow, afraid that he would not hear.

Tomorrow turned around and saw that Lao Zhang was lying on the table and fell asleep, and the last rays of the sunset in the dusk shone on his face, and tomorrow said, that is hope.

Tomorrow I touched my trouser pocket and took out a Hongtashan from it, and now I can't smoke Nanjing, and I can still extort a few when the fat man is there, because every time I buy cigarettes, the fat man pays for it.

After dotting, tomorrow's gaze looks at the last rays of the sunset that are about to disappear in the distance. and the city with a lot of traffic, and those streets and alleys where people come and go.

Night is coming, the house is filled with the smell of tobacco, and tomorrow I remember the past.

"Tomorrow, how is the manuscript prepared, the customers there have almost finished talking, and they said that they will come over another day and talk to them tomorrow." Lao Zhang shook Tomorrow, tomorrow almost fell off the chair. I don't know when Lao Zhang woke up.

"I'm a little sure", tomorrow I pinched my cigarette and touched the lights to turn on the lights.

"Forty percent", Lao Zhang said and sighed.

"Do you think we can do this?"

"You ask me where I know", tomorrow glanced at Lao Zhang, and then at his own manuscript, the bytes were zero.

"I'll probably be able to give it to you tomorrow afternoon, and I wrote an article about sleep after falling out of love, and I just happened to sell that pillow that helps you sleep, and I don't understand, what is the use of someone like you who can fall asleep in three minutes." When I say this in my heart tomorrow, I am really touching my own conscience.

"Lao Zhang, do you have any money on hand, lend me 500." Tomorrow glanced at Lao Zhang, and he knew that it would be difficult to pluck the feathers from the iron rooster.

"What if you haven't paid me back what I borrowed last month?" As he spoke, Lao Zhang took out five 100 yuan yuan and handed them to Tomorrow.

"Remember, all that is mine is yours in the future." Tomorrow when I say this, my eyes are a little moist.