Dream come true?

At the end of a day's hard work, Xu Wei dragged his tired body to the subway entrance, an old, ragged beggar sat at the subway entrance, with a small stainless steel bowl beside him, which was already tattered and dirty, and there were some coins and paper money lying quietly in it.

Xu Wei looked at the beggar's bare and deformed thighs, sighed, and dropped a one-yuan coin. He slowed down and sat side by side with the beggar on the steps of the entrance.

Although it was already the middle of the night, the July night was full of hot winds, and there was no chill at all.

The beggar looked at the man who had given him change and was sitting next to him. A thin figure, cloudy eyes, a face full of scum, and exhaustion written on his face. Wearing a cheap suit, the briefcase in his hand has also worn off the skin.

He sat quietly beside him without saying a word. Fiddle with your phone every now and then. The eyes staring at the screen seemed a little more energetic at this moment.

The beggar leaned over to see what Xu Wei was looking at, and it turned out that he was looking at the inspirational chicken soup again. It was a small video of a few minutes. The beggar was not interested after reading only one paragraph. Chicken soup has always been used by successful people to deceive people. At least that's what the beggars think.

Perhaps these office workers, with their glamorous appearances, earn less than a week's income in a month.

In these bustling metropolises, there is no shortage of fools like this who are difficult to protect themselves and want to help others.

At the subway entrance, where people come and go, the flow of people gradually decreases, but the money in the beggar's bowl is already full.

The beggar looked up at the clock at the entrance of the subway, it was not early, and the young man did not seem to care about the rapid passage of time, he had been sitting here with him for a long time.

The beggar thought to himself, "Remind him, or he'll miss the last subway." ”

"Hey! Little brother. It's getting late, don't you want to go back? The beggar said loudly

Xu Wei put down his phone, rubbed his eyes that had been blurred because he had been staring at the screen for too long, and looked at the clock, sure enough, there were only about 5 minutes left before the last shift.

The beggar smiled secretly: "I can't look at my mobile phone if I have it." This young man is kind of funny. ”

Xu Wei smiled: "Thank you for reminding me." People are supposed to be like this, helping each other, I gave you money, you reminded me of time, in a sense, it's also cause and effect, isn't it? ”

"This man is chattering, isn't he sick?" The beggar thought to himself

But he also said: "Young man, hurry up, there is no time." ”

Xu Wei stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks: "Uncle, work hard to live, God is very fair." No matter what the fate may be, we should move forward with great courage. ”

After speaking, Xu Wei hurriedly ran down the stairs and rushed to his last subway.

The beggar shook his head, looked at the vanished figure, and counted the change in the bowl to himself. smiled: "What's the use of saying so much, it's not as much as the income I earn from sitting here for one night." The darkness of society, what does this fledgling kid know. ”

The beggar gathered up a few of his tattered things, pondered where to beg tomorrow, and limped into the night.

Xu Wei finally caught up with the last subway station, and there were few subway passengers at night, which also gave him a seat and could sit comfortably at the terminal, which is his rental house.

Whenever Xu Wei can't persevere, he always watches those inspirational films, chicken soup texts, and always fantasizes that as long as he works hard, there is hope.

Although he works overtime every day, works hard every day, works harder and pays more than others, he just doesn't seem to have any talent, and he got into a bad and bad university, and after graduation, he got a bad job. Work without panic every day.

Sometimes, Xu Wei even has some crazy thoughts in his heart, if this world, like in the movie, there are zombies, ghosts, gods and demons flying all over the sky, maybe life will not be so boring, perhaps, he can be rewarded if he puts in more effort than ordinary people.

Xu Wei sat on the subway and flipped through the novel randomly, and suddenly there was a novel name that attracted him. "Sophistry?" What does the name mean? What was the author thinking, with such a question, Xu Wei clicked on this novel.

The beginning is bland, even bloody, but it can be seen that the author is writing with heart. After reading a few chapters, it seems to be a little interesting, but it's not exciting enough, human beings can only be chased and killed by ghosts, there are few means of resistance, and the author's writing skills are mediocre, Xu Wei thought, maybe this is a person like him, no talent, and he wants to be recognized, and the result of his hard work, but in exchange for a few collections and clicks.

Xu Wei voted for the author: "Let's do it a little bit as encouragement." Xu Wei put this novel in the back of his mind and left it alone.

When you arrive at the final stop, please get off the bus in turn.

With such a prompt from the train, Xu Wei also arrived at his destination. Back at the rental house, Xu Wei turned on the light, looked at the empty rental house, threw his bag aside, and collapsed on the bed.

After resting for a while, he got up, pulled the clothes that were stuck to his body, and walked into the bathroom.

Place is a bit out of the way but the good thing is that the rent is cheap and the surroundings are relatively quiet. Xu Wei, who doesn't have much requirements for life, can also accept such a lifestyle, with water to bathe and bed to sleep. That's enough.

The bath water came out of the bathroom, and after a while, Xu Wei came out of the bathroom shirtless and wearing shorts, and the air conditioner was turned on when he entered the bathroom, and then he returned to the bedroom, which was indescribably comfortable. Xu Wei stretched, picked up his phone, connected the phone, and thought that he would continue to read the novel for a while and go to sleep. And the ghost sent God to click on the book "Talking about ghosts." ”

"Is the protagonist here also a nymphomaniac, and he can't walk when he sees a beautiful woman?" As the plot deepens, it turns out that the protagonist is just talking to the heroine, but it's similar to the red and blue people in Contra, there is no sense of intersection, there is no emotional line at all, the author should consider this aspect.

As time passed, Xu Wei's eyes had begun to fight, and he had to put his phone down, drink a glass of water, and then close his eyes, thinking about tomorrow's work.

"If the world changed, everyone would be on the same page, no difference in talent, no background, no money," he muttered. Am I able to live more like a fish in water? More at ease? Perhaps, people like me won't survive three episodes. Laughing at himself, he fell asleep.