At seven o'clock in the morning, Tan Xiaoming woke up on the bed in the room. www.biquge.info The room was simply furnished, with a chair, a table, a wardrobe, a computer on the table, and so many things that a twenty-five-year-old unmarried man had. Came to the living room, there were still instant noodles on the dining table that I didn't finish last night, although the weather was not very hot, but there was a faint sour smell, it was estimated that most of them were crawled by cockroaches, Tan Xiaoming thought that he was getting more and more uncomfortable, and hurriedly poured it into the trash can.

In fact, looking around the entire living room, you can find that it is quite clean, at least except for the cup noodles on the dining table, the excess garbage is put in the garbage bag in the living room. As an unmarried man, it is not easy to organize the house like this.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Tan Xiaoming went downstairs first, ran along the entire community where he was located, and as usual, met the doorman who delivered the newspaper. Although few people read paper newspapers nowadays, the doorman still insists on sending free newspapers to every store in the community, which is also the insistence of an ordinary person for many years.

At eight o'clock, Tan Xiaoming returned home after his morning run, and after eating a few slices of bread and drinking a glass of milk, he set off towards a gym in the community. There, he has to complete 3,000 meters of running every day, as well as a series of stretching movements, even boxing, etc., although the fitness coach is very satisfied with Tan Xiaoming's training, but Tan Xiaoming feels that this training volume is still not enough. Because he has his own goals in life, and he has to do it.

At noon, he ate a bowl of noodles outside casually, and then began to look at his mobile phone, sure enough, many people had placed orders, he hurriedly ran to the courier company, put on the company's uniform according to the instructions, and dressed like an urban courier, and delivered takeaway to the white-collar workers of those high-rise buildings one by one. Fortunately, the weather is not very hot now, so after a few hours, he is not sweating profusely. As for the tiredness felt by other colleagues, he felt very little, because he exercised every day, and this kind of physical work was more of a habit than work.

At about half past five, he got off work, because the courier was just a part-time job for him, and he went to the shopping mall near his home to buy a fried dumpling. It was about seven o'clock when he got home, and after eating the fried dumplings, he sat in front of his computer and began to conceive a novel, which was another part of his job. In fact, every part-time job doesn't make much money, but what he really wants to do is not these, so in order to be able to realize his ideals, he can do couriers and write novels, but he will not give up his ideals.

At ten o'clock, he felt a little tired, and drowsiness seemed to be coming, but he was still half away from the three thousand words he had planned, and he was a little confused when he looked at the black font on the white document.

What the hell is he doing? Does it make sense to work so hard?

A man of his age, either in love, or with a stable income to have fun, what is he working so hard for?

One by one, the words grew bigger and bigger, and gradually they all turned into characters that mocked him.

(Do you think you're amazing?) ）

(Do you think you can do it?) ）

(Do you think you'll be able to pass this exam?) ）

(What a thing!) ）

……

Five years, five full years, he spent five years of his youth on this matter, but he got nothing, and when faced with zombies, he instinctively chose to escape.

Maybe...... I don't have that talent...... Just like that guy...... The same......

“…… I don't think I have that talent, that's what you need talent......" the man wrote in his suicide note.

Even a talented person like that person couldn't stand this torture and chose to commit suicide in the end, how can he live in this world?

Finally, Tan Xiaoming typed the following text on the computer:

Disappointed...... Disappointed...... Boring...... Boring...... Tragic life...... Ha ha...... What a miserable life......

He got up and opened the closet, where there were a few long-haired rabbits on the upper floor. It was a gift from my cousin to me last month, and it was said that the fur was made of real rabbit fur.

Tan Xiaoming looked at these rabbits and laughed weirdly. He slowly stretched out his hand to the rabbits, whose fur was very long and thin, and because it was made of real rabbit hair, it was very soft to the touch. His cousin gave him a lot of them, all kinds of colors, and he laughed at her at the time and said that girls just like to spend money indiscriminately, but his cousin said that he was very lonely to live alone, so let these rabbits accompany him.

"Do you want to accompany me?" He asked the rabbits.

He certainly couldn't have gotten an answer. He lifted the ears of a blue rabbit, put it in front of him, and blew it on its body, and the fur spread out, but the rabbit still didn't respond. He flicked its black eyes, but the rabbit still didn't respond. He had to put it down.

"You still say you want to accompany me?" He smiled at the blue rabbit, and suddenly, slapped it. "Speak, you! Speak! I'll let you say it! ”

But the rabbit still didn't move, and the rabbits of other colors behind them also sat quietly in the closet, without any reaction.

Tan Xiaoming just slapped the blue rabbit and beckoned to him, but the rabbit didn't have any other symptoms except for falling to the side when he was fanned by him.

"You really ...... It's fake......" he muttered to himself.

Eventually, he seemed tired and finally gave up the act of slapping the rabbit and turned away in a dejected manner. But at this time, there was a strange sound behind him.

Tan Xiaoming...... Tan Xiaoming......"

Someone is calling his name, who will it be? There is no one else in the house, is it outside the house?

He slowly turned his head and saw a pair of large, round black eyes......