Hearing this, Lu Feng became even more listless, and washed the teacup dejectedly. Thinking that he was still talking and laughing with Master Agang here last night, the building was empty in a blink of an eye, and he was the only one left facing the separation.

At this moment, Lu Feng's body seemed to have an indispensable torrent stirring, he couldn't help but sigh, what can I learn here, what can I get, is my youth wasted here, I am unwilling, I want to leave here to find the light of the road ahead.

Lu Feng couldn't help but clench his fists and slammed it the table, trying to knock out the depression and boredom in his heart. Hearing the sound of the table, Lu Feng's hand ached faintly, and a trace of red blood oozed from between his fingers, which was so eye-catching and dazzling.

Lu Feng suddenly remembered the bold words that Lu Xun once said: 'I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood'. Although he had forgotten the profound meaning of this sentence, at this moment he wanted to prove his stubbornness with the blood in front of him, and his determination to leave here to find a way out.

A person's growth is to dare to face his true self tragically: before choosing, there is a sincere and firm face; After choosing, have a heart that does not abandon or give up. Thinking of this, Lu Feng smiled suddenly, in fact, he should be happy for Master Agang, shouldn't he? At least now he has a better future than here.

After finally cleaning up the mess after the meeting, we still have to rearrange the thirty-eight seats for the meeting tomorrow morning. I don't know how to do it, tonight was particularly uncomfortable, first there were not enough teacups, ashtrays, and conference tables, and then there were no sheets for the conference table, so I had to borrow them from other places, and what was even more troublesome was that the chairs had to be moved from another conference room, which was really a headache.

I went to work alone tonight, and I was very busy at work, but Lu Feng couldn't lift his spirits, and he seemed absent-minded about other people's greetings. It was half past two in the morning after cleaning and decorating the conference room.

Lu Feng returned to the studio exhausted, turned on the cold fluorescent lamp, and originally planned to read "Principles of Statistics" carefully, but now he still has the heart to review. Sitting there, his face gloomy, his eyebrows raised, his heart undulating like a boat in the waves.

In the days of working here, Lu Feng never gave up his dream, and used his spare time to go to the University of Electric Power to listen to lectures and study, and his computer level has also improved rapidly, but what is the use of this, he sat there blankly, and I don't know when Master Agang's words echoed in his ears again: Don't lower your head, don't drop tears, the sky has no power, we need to lift our heads ourselves.

He thanked Master Ah Gang for taking care of him when he first came to the hotel, and remembered that the old man who was dragging garbage rested, and it was his turn to go to work with Master Ah Gang on the night shift, and they carried the garbage along the floor by floor, and then tied the bags in turn and put them in the cart. On the way to work, a few charming young ladies walked into the elevator at an inopportune time, covered their noses one by one, shook their hands and said, it smells so bad, can't you delay it?

Miss's words were like a pinprick in the face, making Lu Feng's forehead sweaty, but for him, what was shed was not just sweat, but deep helplessness. Yes, these young ladies go out at night, do happy things in the hotel, eat and drink spicy food with large sums of money, and walk among the high-rise buildings in bright clothes.

At this time, Master Ah Gang seemed to see his embarrassment, waved his hand and said, "Lu Feng, you go and clean the glass first, I'll just drag these down and pull them to the garbage dump alone." Lu Feng looked at him gratefully and stepped out of the door silently. Quietly recalling, the center of the memory is like a knife, like the sentence of the lyrics: Actually, I don't want to be reluctant to be in love with you/But what makes me toss and turn/I don't feel that I'm talking and talking/It's dawning/The corners of my lips taste a bitterness......

Sitting at the table, Lu Feng sighed. Not to lament what was lost, but to sigh for yourself. At the last pre-shift meeting, the foreman reassigned the work. Because the old man who was dragging garbage had to rest every Saturday, he decided to let Lu Feng take over the old man's class.

What can Lu Feng say, working here must strictly abide by the instructions of the leader, but his heart still keeps sinking and sinking into the bottomless abyss. Thinking of his prime age, but having to drag those smelly garbage, his eyes suddenly became extremely gray.

Lu Feng walked out of the lounge, took the elevator to the third floor, and came to the rooftop where he used to come with the girl, looking at the faintly shining lights in the distance, listening to the howling wind around him, full of sorrow.

I thought of the hard journey of the years after leaving the campus, and the joy when he was just admitted to the University of Electrical Engineering, but he was ruthlessly frozen by his brother's cold words, yes, what's the use of being admitted, now even college students can't find a good job. If I had worked harder at the beginning, I would have entered a good unit like a windbreaker, with an enviable salary, would I still have to work so hard?

Lu Feng stood there dumbfounded, unwilling to sink in this world, let alone doing nothing like this. This kind of life is not what he wants, but where is the way out in the future. His heart was empty, trying to grasp something, but he couldn't grasp it. Lu Feng couldn't help but ask himself, what the hell are you doing? If you know it's an ordinary game, why bother playing it hoarsely.

A philosopher once said that when the sky is completely dark, when you are lonely and hopeless, when everyone is away from you, there will always be a star in the sky that illuminates for you. So Lu Feng looked up at the sky again, trying to find the guiding light, and looking far away, he seemed to really see a trace of tiny and dim light in the sky, which was unyieldingly emanating there.

At this time, Lu Feng wanted to call Hongye to confide in her about his troubles at the moment, so that he could rekindle the lamp of hope. looked at the girl's mobile phone number for a long time, but couldn't press it after all, yes, it's so late, she must still be asleep in her dream, how can she wake up her sweet dream!

As for where the relationship with Momiji goes, he has gradually had some clues these days. Especially when he met a friend named Yandu Hantan in the Wind Passing Without a Trace Forum, the confusion he experienced was so similar to him at this moment, which made Lu Feng deeply inspired.

He wrote: There was a girl in the third year of high school, I loved her very much, but I didn't dare to chase her, she didn't have a beautiful face, no good figure, no sultry charm, a very ordinary girl. I like her, really, really like her, like her simplicity, her straightforwardness, her cuteness, her retardation, her vulnerability.

The reason why I don't chase her may be that I subconsciously feel that she is as ordinary as she is not worthy of me; Maybe it's because I'm afraid that after being together, all good feelings will disappear; Maybe I think she will be mine, and I don't have to give up everything for her sake.

But when I made up my mind to confess to her one day, she already had a boyfriend by her side, I was at a loss, I wanted to give up, but I found that I couldn't do it at all, because I unconsciously loved each other too deeply, as if I was trapped in an abyss that could never be escaped, and I couldn't extricate myself. What am I going to do?

Seeing the confusion of Yandu Hantan, his heart was also faintly stinged, and they met in the literary community of Qiuyan Nanhui, and became friends with a common love for literature. Lu Feng was silent for a long time, thinking of the boy holding the tulip in his hand, thoughtfully, tapping the keyboard heavily with both hands, and replied: If love is said bravely, at least your heart will not be uncomfortable. It's hard to love someone, but sometimes, it's hard to say love.