The madman burst into tears in an instant, uh whining and weeping, the only existence he had ever longed for in this bustling and noisy city, of all the happiness in which all people could find happiness, and now, it had come so silently into his world, with its body of light enough to illuminate the soul, with its seemingly fragile, yet sharp light, it came......

It's here, it's in this world, it's called: Hero! At this moment, it is like the hero of the world that everyone longs for, making the heart and soul feel suffocated.

The madman doesn't know how long he cried himself, he really doesn't know, he just understands that at this moment he doesn't need the anesthesia of alcohol, and he doesn't need cigarettes, why? I don't know, a fountain pen, its magic is so great, why? I don't understand, I don't understand at all.

He may be tired of crying at this moment, right? Then, like the purest and most pious three-year-old child, he took the supreme treasure in his hand, used all his piety, and sucked ink for it, and when he wrote the first pen in his notebook, he felt that his life had begun again from this moment......

That's right, the bustling and noisy city is very cruel, but there is still no way to drown out the light of this fountain pen! This world is indeed quite cruel and desperate, but this is completely impossible to swallow the edge of this fountain pen! Alcohol? It is indeed powerful, it can drown people's dreams, but it cannot drown the truth of the heart!

It's a pen, it's a hero! It is a faith that shines incomparably! It's insanely sharp! It? It's not a dog sleeping soundly in front of a warm fireplace, it's a wolf galloping in a cold blizzard, the wolf's heart is longing, never looking back, even if it is hoarse! It is the spirit of the moth to the fire when it dies!

Lily? That's right, it wrote these two words flawlessly, the madman was pleased with it, lit a cigarette, looked at the two words on the notebook, it was really not very good-looking, and the sharp nib, the elasticity was too perfect, this word, it seems to have a pen edge, but? The madman never remembered that his own words used to have so-called strokes, which were really like scribbles.

Oh? No, Lili is still in the city, and she even secretly watched him, but what are she doing now? Like a dog sleeping soundly in front of a fireplace? No way? There are no fireplaces, right? No, he felt that his previous life had stopped, and now, life had gone in the direction it should go again.

He cried again, pursed his lips, bit his lip, burst into tears, began to record, decided to write wisdom, no! Write the truth! Perhaps, this will be a big joke, but it doesn't matter, because wisdom and truth are not right in front of your eyes? Isn't it in your own hands? The hero of infinite desire, it is right in front of his eyes, and he can't help but shine in it.

He began to record selflessly, everything that had happened when life had stopped, even a touch of meaningless sunshine, would be reverently recorded, selflessly recorded, maybe this is a new fountain pen? The ink supply system is not good, so sometimes the ink is broken, it doesn't matter, the nib is dipped in ink to write, which is good.

This is the beginning of life, a madman has never been so selfless, this night, even if the apprentices next door are noisy, even if they tell the so-called great dream, but he? There is only pen and paper, no, not even the pen does not exist, and all that remains is the handwriting that appears on the paper, even if it is just a small horizontal, a small vertical, a glance, it seems so ethereal.

All the smiles on his face were smiling, and before he knew it, the sky was bright? Only then did he put on the cap of the pen with satisfaction, gently picked up the pen, kissed it gently, and then, like a deranged madman, whispered to the pen: "I think? I've got to give you a name, but I don't know it yet, and when I do, I'll give it to you, don't worry, wait. ”

Then he put the pen in the pocket of his close-fitting clothes, the closest to his heart, as if the pen needed to be stored in the power of the soul, and then closed the notebook and opened the door of the room.

Damn it! It's so windy today! It's really cold, so I lit a cigarette, took out my phone, and saw that the time on it was seven o'clock, forget it, wash my face, right?

The faucet is still the same as before, the water in it is extremely cold, but it doesn't matter, I washed my face with cold water indiscriminately, and then prepared to go to work, and even the apprentices got up, and the apprentices were shocked when they saw the current madman, because they knew that when they came back last night, the madman cried for a long time, as if he had completely collapsed, but? Now he? How? A smile on your face? It's so cold outside, he doesn't even shrink his neck? That's just a lunatic, right?

By the way, who made his original name a madman? He laughed like a madman in the cold wind, but he gave people a feeling that he seemed to be full of strength, and the apprentices didn't know what was wrong with him, and wanted to ask, but the madman didn't say anything, so let's go to work together.

The old man of the shop at the entrance of the alley in the ancient town was still sitting there, holding his purple sand cup, and the madman walked in with a smile on his face: "Take a pack of cigarettes, and my half bottle of liquor, and give it back to me." ”

The old man sneered, but what was the old man laughing at? Could it be that he just saw the smile on his face when he saw the madman, so the old man himself was exaggerated because of this? But at any rate, the old man was smiling, and took two packs of the madman's favorite cigarettes, and half a bottle of wine that had been thrown here last night.

The madman paid for it, picked up his bottle, and took a small sip, this wine? It's a good thing, it smells so good! It was as if at this moment, just a small sip, the incomparable aroma of wine filled the nostrils, mouth, heart, and even every cell in the body, and this wonderful feeling has even reached the point of indescribability.

Then he took out his cigarette and lit it, he smiled, but he felt some pain in the middle finger of his right hand, it hurt? Doesn't it just hurt, it hurts? This shows that the pen is not perfectly controlled, so the pain is your own fault, which is not to blame for the pen at all.

After arriving at the company, today's madman is full of smiles, and even becomes another person in an instant, laughing at everyone, even cheerful, yes, today's madman is very cheerful, even if others don't ask him anything, just see people talking, he will also interject a few words, which makes everyone feel incredible, because the former madman is not like this, the former madman is everyone asked him something, he is ignorant.

Moreover, at present, the madman feels that there is indeed some noise in this room, but everyone is a dreamer, so the madman must act like a master, and teach everything he knows, even how to deceive people, and in this process, the boss also inspected the company several times, and also saw the madman laughing, so the boss also laughed out loud.

In the afternoon, the madman said that he had something to do in the evening, so he got off work at five o'clock, and the boss approved it, but the madman carried the plastic bag in the company cabinet and the liquor at his feet.

He went to the barber shop first, and the clerk always recommended him all kinds of hairstyles, as well as package membership cards and the like, and the madman just told him with a sneer: "Just cut your hair short, don't talk to me, I don't like to communicate with others, thank you!" ”

Of course, the barber understood what the madman was saying, and seemed to sense that the madman might not be a good person, right? So I cut my hair silently, and I didn't say anything anymore, but in the end, it still cost the madman twenty yuan, this hair cut is really ridiculously expensive, and it's only ten minutes, right? No, I washed my hair.

The madman went home first, put all his things in the house, then locked the door, and went to the bathroom, even the bathroom that Lili had been to several times before. Of course, he was not thinking about whether to choose a single room with Lili, but directly to the public bathroom, fifteen yuan.

After taking a shower, he walked on the road alone, the cold wind was whistling under the sunset-colored street lamp, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry and panicked, although there were couples passing by from time to time, but the madman just bought some skewers again in the supermarket where he had bought skewers with Lili, and a mirror and a comb, because he still has long hair, as for skewers? It's definitely eating while walking.

Even when he got home, before the apprentices got off work, he lit a cigarette alone, sat on the bed, and pulled out a handkerchief from the plastic bag, which was a torn fountain pen, and he laughed and seemed to cry again, and looked at the pen for a long time, and then re-wrapped it and put it back in the plastic bag, which still needed to be placed at the head of the bed, the closest distance from himself.

And then? Then I took a sip of wine, felt the richness of the aroma of the wine, and began to record, recording all the things that had not been recorded, with the strong memory generated by the moment when I was very sober.

After a while, the apprentices returned, and they were still very noisy, still telling their dreams, and telling them what they had seen and heard in the game, but the madman was not at all interested in these things, but his interest was not as strong as before, because he understood what would happen in a few months, so he just quietly, with all his piety, continued to make notes.

At one o'clock in the morning, as usual, I plugged in the mobile phone and charged it directly, but kissed the pen again, looked at myself in the mirror again, and then muttered softly: "The dream chasers of the world, dreams, have never been extinguished, heroes are around us, do you want to know where the heroes around us are?" Pick up the mirror and aim it at yourself, and you can see this hero of the world with incredible clarity, and now? Good night......"

At dawn, washing, going to work, and in the small shop at the entrance of the alley, the old man is still like that, as if everything will not change anything, but it seems that some major changes have occurred, but what has changed? It's just that the madman thinks it's very vague at the moment, so he can't say it clearly.