In the face of today's increasingly fast-paced and competitive life, the exhausted people's spiritual life is gradually barren, and their hearts are becoming more and more lonely. In this world of so-called beauty and struggle, we don't know where to go, we can't help but pray and imagine that this is all we have to live.

Some people say that 80% of the pain in life comes from part-time work, but we also understand that if we don't work, 100% of the pain will come from lack of money, so how do we choose between part-time work and no money?

In such a world, in such a society, do we talk about love? It's either schizophrenia or ridiculous. But even so, we are still like naïve children, one at a time, one at a time, one at a time...... Always with fantasies, trying to tell love. (Walkers)

Today, now, right now, right now, at this moment, let's make a decision together, with a humble body of ants, humble love, to begin this heart-rending cry:

At that time, we didn't have a universal high-end mobile phone, no hypocrisy, no forced smile, what we had was just a rotten castle built in a pile of sand, inadvertently picked up a shiny broken stone, a little overlord learning machine, and many partners, no heart and lungs, laughing, it was so happy.

Yes, we used to be like that, happy to think we had the whole world because we got ten dollars in pocket money, and now? We have deposits in our bank cards as high as thousands, or even tens of thousands, but we still feel that we still have nothing and are too poor! I don't want to go to work, I just want to be a lazy dog, I'm really tired! I want to kill myself! It doesn't matter if it's you, him, or me.

I? Thirty-one years old, male, single, not handsome. This place in Suzhou, where I have lived for many years, was on the way just before the night shift, and found that it seemed to be snowing, and it didn't look like it was. In short, under the light of the sunset-colored street lamp, like snow, and like cold rain, blown by the cold wind, I wonder if this thing that looks like rain and snow is colder, or if I am colder with only two clothes?

It was a cold night, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, but the wide road was stuck in traffic all the time. The hurried pace under his feet accelerated, because he wanted to get to the company quickly, and avoided almost hitting his luxury car on the sidewalk, thinking to himself, isn't it a green light? No! It's not that I'm thinking about it, but there is a girl in the company, I fell in love with her, and even wrote her love letters, but I was many years older than her, and I myself was useless, so she chose to refuse.

In a hurry, I took out my mobile phone, entered the password, and opened WeChat, only four friends on WeChat, there is a girl named Pet Yue, I will send her a message every day, and she will respond to me instantly: The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party.

On the street of Suzhou, where a cold wind blew through, I silently looked up, staring at the gray sky above the sunset light overhead, like a drizzle and snowflakes slapping on my face, like a needle prick, it really hurts. But I knew that the gray sky was a dazzlingly bright Milky Way.

I bowed my head and continued to move forward, not that I wanted to move forward, but that if I didn't go to work, there would be only a dead end, and maybe I could still meet her when I went to work, just like my faith, my right hand reached into my pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it in numbness, and smoked. Because of the cold, my left hand reached into my pocket and touched a fountain pen, which was very expensive, up to thousands of yuan, and was the golden pen of the Century Golden Dragon and the Hero brand.

If you want to ask, as an office worker in an electronics factory, how can there be such extravagant furnishings on your body? No! It's not an ornament, it's my love! It's my soul! Why? In fact, this story has to start with a book, which is called "Love for a Life".

I didn't know which madman wrote the book, I didn't look at the author's name, I couldn't remember where I bought it, I just read everything in it, and I fell hopelessly in love with the madman and his pen. Do you want to know? Now, of course, let's get started:

The protagonist's name is Madman, and the Madman's family conditions are not good, it is about two thousand years in Xianyang, and the Madman is only eleven years old and is also a boy. The madman has no friends at school, they are all enemies, and his classmates always like to bully him, saying that he is a child without a father or mother, and even the adults in the village bully him. His father was in prison, his mother was not at home, and the madman lived with his grandparents, so he always cried silently.

Although the madman is always bullied and always cries because he is bullied, his academic performance is very good, but he can't stand it anymore later, so he fights back, and the madman is like a real madman, knocking all those classmates who bullied him to the ground. And every time the madman does this, he will use a hero pen to record it in a notebook, so to speak, the whole school life of the madman is a little perverted, and even he is accompanied by only one pen, although he writes badly.

The so-called joy of childhood has nothing to do with the madman, because everyone doesn't like him, so he also thinks it's fun to beat people, and he no longer likes to study. He became a school bully, and he did it for many years, until he was wronged and expelled from the school several times.

After that, the madman's father came back from prison and beat him every day, not because his father didn't like him, but because the madman always likes to do wrong things, such as stealing and getting caught, extorting money from others, and so on.

The madman's father, who did manual labor, worked hard to earn money by carrying wood at the firewood market not far from their home. He spent a lot of money to send the madman to learn to draw, but all he liked was the fountain pen, because in the madman's world, there was nothing but the fountain pen, even if his father gave him hundreds of dollars, but he still felt that the worn-out fountain pen in his pocket, which was only a few dollars, was the most priceless.

Soon, the madman's father died of a heart death, and then his mother quarreled with his grandmother, as if it was a feud, right? I don't know what it is. In short, from the time the madman has a memory, they quarrel, and then the madman begins to really have nothing, with a pen that will never abandon him, dislike him, and leave a place where no one likes him.

This year, the madman was sixteen years old and ended his former life. After being introduced, he went to work in a place where it took more than an hour to drive from his house. This is a restaurant, and the owner is a woman, about forty years old, and she also has her little lover, Yangyang.

The restaurant is mainly made of hot pot, four floors, and it is also summer at this time, and the madman is a waiter, whose main duty is to serve food. It would lie on the fourth floor, with a translucent asbestos tile overhead, and the sun was so hot that he was sweating no matter what.

This is also the dormitory of all the male employees, a male chef who looks very arrogant, beats up the madman, mainly to try to show off and teach the new employees a lesson.

The madman wants to fight back, but he understands that if he fights back, he will lose the job, because the female boss seems to be unkind. So the madman squatted by the faucet on the fourth floor and cried in grievances, and the female foreman heard about it, and after going upstairs, she first reprimanded the head chef and asked him how to manage people? The head chef just smiled and said that he only cares about cooking himself, and he still has to take care of this?

In short, the maîtress also reprimanded the chef who had beaten the madman. Now, the female foreman squatted next to the madman, comforting him, saying that when you go out, you must endure everything, and you have to endure everything, and part-time work is like this.

The madman lit a cigarette in his teary eyes, wiped his tears, and looked at the foreman in front of him who was wearing hotel overalls, but was still suffocatingly beautiful, she was about twenty years old, and she didn't even have any flaws on her face, like a fairy, so the madman suddenly sneered and said, "I know." ”

The female foreman also smiled slightly, she smiled very sweetly, so sweet that it was dizzying, at least the madman thought so at this moment, this was also the first time in his life that he had such a close conversation with a girl, the madman could feel that his grievances were swept away, and instead, a rapid heartbeat.

Perhaps the female foreman noticed the strangeness of the madman, so her face turned slightly red, and she reprimanded the madman: "What kind of cigarettes do you smoke at a young age?" In the future, you are not allowed to smoke, it will only cost more than 200 yuan a month, and you will have five yuan for a pack of cigarettes. ”

The madman didn't contradict the maîtress and replied, "Hmm." ”

……

In later work life, the female foreman took great care of the madman and protected him in everything. She even told everyone that the madman was a food deliverer, an employee of her own class, and that the cooks in the kitchen and the cooks in the back kitchen could not bully or lecture the madman.

In fact, the madman really wanted to tell the forewoman that he was very good at fighting, as long as it was a fight, as long as he was willing to fight back, he would never lose. But can you really say that? In fact, the madman has never been so favored by anyone in his life, and whenever he is bullied, everyone will say that it is his fault and will beat him, so the madman thinks that what the female foreman gave him is the happiness he has been seeking for sixteen years. The madman fell in love with the female maîtress as hopelessly.

The madman who used to not talk to anyone always liked to talk to the maîtress about his work, even if it was just to discuss what the waiter should do when he served the plates, which made him feel extremely happy and happy.

He fantasized about having some beautiful stories with the maîtress and even wanted to marry her. It is in these fantasies that the madman forgets the hard work, the scolding of the cooks, and the people who still bully him.

And recently, because the weather is too hot, the fourth floor can't live at night, and it will really be steamed. So the female boss was merciful and said that at night the male employees could sleep in the hall on the second floor with a mat, and the hall was air-conditioned, which was very cool.

After work that night, the madman wore big pants and pulled a mattress, hid in a corner of the hall on the second floor, gently took out his most precious hero pen, sucked some ink, found some waste paper that the account desk did not want, and began to write seriously on these waste papers.

In fact, the madman does not know why he does this, as if there is a force in the dark that he himself cannot understand, controlling his soul and making him write.

The female foreman walked up to the madman with some watermelons, and suddenly squatted down and said, "Ah, you can also write pen characters?" ”