That was many years ago, five or six years, at that time, Zhong Yinger had not yet graduated, and her family conditions were okay, she liked to travel everywhere, loved freedom, and was very casual. It is precisely because of this that Han Yi is a little unbearable, feeling that she is nothing in front of her, entangled in ambiguity and love.

When she first came to Beijing, she visited a friend who had been absent for a long time. This girl has known her since she was a child and lives next door to her house.

When they were children, they used to jump rubber bands, kick shuttlecocks, quarrel, and fight together. It wasn't until later that when she was about to go to high school, she went to another vocational high school because of her bad grades. High school is a heavy task, and there is less and less contact between them. Later, her family moved away and they completely cut off contact. Zhong Yinger still learned from her parents that after graduating from high school, she went to Beijing to study a private higher vocational school, and I don't know whether to study accounting or foreign languages.

When Zhong Ying'er was in college, her friend got her call from nowhere. When her familiar and unfamiliar voice came from the phone, Zhong Yinger was a little sad and missed. The slightest embarrassment lingered between each other, but this did not affect her nostalgia for the time when she had no guesses with her.

They agreed that if she went to Beijing one day, she would definitely visit her friend. At that time, her friend hadn't been home for two years.

One early autumn day, she boarded a train to Beijing with a simple bag. I still remember that the fifteen hours of hard seat have long made her unable to distinguish which leg is her own. The smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat, and shoes converged into a strange gas in the small carriage, which made people vomit when they smelled it. As she walked out of the platform top-heavy, she saw the beautiful girl in a bright red sweater waving at her.

She took Zhong Ying'er to eat at Wudaokou, which was the first time she ate Xiabu Xiabu, fresh and enjoyable. At that time, the chain had not yet opened all over China, and it was the first time that she had this kind of one-person hot pot. Even now, she still feels an inexplicable bond with Xiabu Xiabu, perhaps because it gave me a trace of warmth and strength in her weakest moments.

The friend was actually as old as her, but Zhong Ying'er felt that her friend's eyebrows and eyes had a stronger sorrow than hers. She could see that her friend had put on makeup to see her, but the thick foundation still couldn't hide the blue and black under her eyes.

Zhong Ying'er asked her if she usually had a bad rest, she smiled, unwilling to explain more, and only desperately poured mutton into her pot, for fear that she would not have enough to eat. The water began to boil slowly, and gradually returned to calm, just like at this moment, she could not explain her feelings.

The night in Beijing is beautiful, but it also carries a lively alienation. In the light like flowing water, she took Zhong Ying'er's hand back to the home in her mouth.

At that time, Zhong Ying'er was like a noisy sparrow, asking her all kinds of questions all the time: Where is the house you rented? Can we get there on foot? Isn't it fun to live alone? Did you bring that big teddy bear with you? When I graduate in the future, I will also [# #更好更新更快]

Living alone······

That year, she had just graduated and was paid 2,000 yuan in Beijing. That year, Zhong Yinger was still in her sophomore year, full of yearning and expectation for the world.

She took Zhong Ying'er around and around to the door of a high-rise residential building. She was about to ask her friend, "What floor do we live on?" But without waiting for her to speak, she took Zhong Ying'er to the other side of the building. There was a door that was not very wide, and the door was open, and there was a staircase going down.

She looked at Zhong Ying'er and said apologetically: "The place where I live is a basement, it's nothing if I'm used to living there, but I just wronged you." ”

Zhong Ying'er looked at the dark staircase, smelling the damp and dark smell, and felt a little unbearable in her heart. It's just that at this moment, if she turns around and leaves, she is too hypocritical and squeamish, and she will live up to her friend's kindness.

Zhong Ying'er smiled, calmed her a little nervous, and took the initiative to enter the stairs and go down. The staircase looks narrow, but there is a hole underneath. Looking to the right at the end of the stairs, the endless long corridor really shocked her deeply, and horror movies are nothing more than that, right?

On both sides of the corridor are dense wooden doors, and above the wooden doors is a palm-sized exhaust vent. There is a number on the top of each door, presumably by the owner for ease of management. About the end of the hallway, my friend finally stopped, took out the key, and opened the door on the right.

Because it was a basement, the house smelled damp and musty. The temperature in autumn is not too low, but the house is exceptionally cold. She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, taking a closer look at the small room. Small, really small, probably just a single bed and a small table. There are rice cookers and woks on the floor, and there are little leftovers of the last meal on the table. The only thing that made her feel like it had added a bit of color to the room was a stack of books high in the corner of the table, and a thin glass bottle with a white rose.

Seeing her staring at the flower, my friend explained with some embarrassment: There is a flower shop next to the residential building, and there are always flowers sold at a discount. The bottle was something I saw when I was shopping at IKEA with my colleagues, nine pieces of nine, I thought it was cheap and good-looking, just enough to hold one or two flowers. The room is gloomy enough, so you have to add some life.

That night, they huddled into a bed and talked. Zhong Ying'er knew that the stack of books on her desk was to pass the self-examination exam, she knew that her friend was now working as an accountant for a small personal company, she knew that her room was only 500 yuan a month, and she knew that she was having such a hard time just to save for herself to continue studying.

She said, I really regret that I didn't study well before, but I was really stupid at that time.

She said, this is the first time you live in such a shabby place, no way, the housing prices in Beijing are too high.

She said, I heard that many celebrities have lived in basements before, and I don't feel wronged when I think about it.

She said, "Look at the sheets, the curtains, and the tablecloths, they were all carefully selected by me."

She said, my life

It's cheap enough, but I can't make myself cheap too.

This is the first time she has said so many things to herself since Zhong Yinger met her.

She could tell that her friend hadn't spoken to someone like this for a long time. Seeing that Zhong Ying'er didn't reply to her words, she probably thought she was asleep, so she tucked the quilt for her. Zhong Ying'er turned her back to her friend, tears flowed uncontrollably, so scorching, just like her burning heart at this moment. She tugged at the corners of the quilt fiercely, holding back her sobs, for fear that she would see her gaffe at the moment. She knew that friends didn't need her sympathy and pity.

That night, she didn't sleep well.

The walls between the rooms are fake, without the slightest soundproofing. I listened to the sound of the working couple next door flirting/sexing, listening to the loud and noisy sound of someone walking in the corridor in the middle of the night, listening to the sound of the public toilet flushing not far away, and listening to the sound of my friends snoring who were already asleep, and my heart was silent.

When life shows her its hidden wounds, what can she do but accept it? Zhong Yinger knew that life was never so good, but she didn't expect it to be so bad.

To this day, she remembers the panic in her heart in the middle of the night, when someone stopped outside the door. As long as it's high enough that you can see inside the house even from the exhaust vent, what could be more insecure.

With a boyish stubbornness, she continued to stay in that room for two more nights until she was leaving. In these three short days, she seemed to have seen all kinds of life. In that long corridor, there are middle-aged couples working in other places, wandering singers with star dreams, idle ruffians and hooligans, and rookies who are eager to succeed······ Everyone is trying to live in a way that each thinks is reasonable, for better or worse.

Before she left, she quietly bought a particularly beautiful Japanese cotton four-piece set from a friend online. A pale blue cotton cloth with white calf prints. Tranquil and beautiful, it can make people think of the taste of the blue sky and the sea at a glance. She asked her friend if she liked it, but she repeatedly refused, hiding the sparkle in her eyes. Maybe the blue is too beautiful, and the house is shabby. But who cares? Is it because the house is shabby that it doesn't deserve to be decorated?

Zhong Yinger told a friend: I like what you said, life can be cheap, but dreams can't.

She told her friend: Thank you for taking me in and allowing me to really touch your life.

The train back was still fifteen hours away, but this time, she didn't feel bitter at all. Maybe she thought of the warm bed waiting for her, maybe she thought of the cheap and delicious meals in the cafeteria, maybe she thought of the hot pot she had just eaten in Beijing, or maybe she thought of the various fireworks sounds she heard about the world on that sleepless night.

It may not be easy to live, but you can always find your own belonging.

Time is like flowing water, and later, Zhong Yinger came to the city of Shanghai.

Even though her father saved her a sum of money, she didn't

She can endure the old, hard and sad life, just because she has seen the fat child for a long time, and she doesn't feel anything.

Later, she also went to Beijing again, and it was still her friend who came to pick her up at the station, and she still ate Xiabu Xiabu's hot pot. But this time, she left that gloomy basement and moved to a sunny thirteenth floor. When she went to visit, she brought flowers with her, just enough to insert them in the glass vase at the head of her bed. The calf's sheets are still there, and the big teddy bear has been mailed here from home. She cooks her best meals for Zhong Ying'er, and she no longer needs to squat on the ground. It seems that the roles have been reversed, but Zhong Yinger is very happy for her and happy for her.

It's still the season of late summer and early autumn, but it doesn't feel cold at all.

Life is like the weather, she thought, with sunny days and cloudy days.

It may seem easy to laugh on a sunny day, but it may take more courage to sing and dance on a rainy day. The quality of life may not have much to do with the form of life, and inner satisfaction is the more important way to achieve happiness.

"It doesn't matter what we have now, it's what we want to have in the future. We can wear cheap clothes, live in cheap houses, eat cheap food, these are not terrible, what is terrible is that our hearts have become cheap, our spirits have become cheap, and thus our dreams have become cheap. Zhong Ying'er smiled, she didn't feel very bitter because of her experience over the years, she asked Qin Yue rhetorically: "The most priceless treasure in this world is called dreams, as long as we still have dreams, there is nothing to make us bow our heads, what do you say?" ”

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