The madman smiled, and was about to congratulate him on returning to this Internet café, but the boss of the transformer company smiled directly: "I heard that you had a fight yesterday, one fight four?" ”

The madman directly twitched his facial muscles after hearing this, which was the last thing he wanted to hear, but the boss of the transformer company kept saying, saying that the madman was really powerful or something, but in the madman's opinion, the really powerful person was not the boss of the transformer company himself?

It's just that he never said this sentence to the madman, and then left here, yes, for the madman, everything feels so boring and meaningless to him, just like his own life, and even like every minute and second of every day he is currently spending, he is just working hard for other people's dreams.

But what does it mean to be someone else's dream? Actually, seriously, isn't it the dream of a handsome boss? And it's also the dream of the so-called normal people, to make the business bigger, to make more money, and to become an absolute master, it's really boring, yes, it's really boring.

So at the moment, the madman is sitting in his office on the second floor, looking at the pen thrown on the table, as if he didn't bring it with him when he went out today, right? Why didn't you bring it? In fact, I can't figure it out for a long time, but at this moment, the moment I see it, it's like looking at my own long-vanished dream? Hehe, the so-called dream, how many times have I given up, and how many times have I used those inexplicable reasons to persuade myself to continue, but until now, what has this gained?

Oh no, why would you think you'd get something? After all, I don't want anything from this world anymore, that's exactly what I'm thinking? It's just inexplicable.

So lighting a cigarette, then smoking, blowing such a cool air conditioner, and drinking such a fragrant Longjing tea, maybe life should be like this, right? You don't have to do anything, you don't have to think about anything, because from the very beginning, there was never any meaning in everything, just as meaning itself had no meaning at all.

It's just that it was at this time that the phone suddenly rang again, which was really annoying, I really didn't want to answer, but I was afraid that there was a big drop in which Internet café, so I was very reluctant to pick up the mobile phone on the table, but as soon as I picked it up, I looked at the phone number, and I didn't know it, to be exact, I just didn't know, but I was afraid that the staff of the Internet café called with his own private mobile phone, so I picked it up.

But as soon as he answered the phone, Xiaohong's voice immediately came, so far the madman felt that crying was not, this laughing was not, Xiaohong asked the madman on the phone what he was currently doing, the madman just looked at the situation around him, saying that he was lying on a chair, smoking a cigarette, blowing the air conditioner, and drinking delicious tea, and then chatting with her.

Xiaohong just smiled after hearing this, and said thank you for today's gift or something, but the madman didn't want to hear such a thing at all, or rather, the madman now felt that he should be like a dead fish, lying on a chair and doing nothing, or this is his own priority at the moment.

So the madman's answers on the phone were very perfunctory, but in the end, Xiaohong spoke: "Why hasn't your book been updated in the past few days, I'll wait to read it." ”

Hearing this, the madman felt that some things he had indeed done seemed to be a little excessive, for example, he had promised Xiaohong before that he would write it, and to be honest, he seemed to have promised the fat boss, but those memories seemed to be a little unclear at present, and as for why this is, it is not clear at all.

So about Xiaohong's question, the madman really just answered very perfunctorily, but Xiaohong continued to say her own words, in short, Xiaohong said a lot, and at the end, she also said that she had called her family, and her father said that he would buy a new cigarette or something tomorrow.

The madman just said thank you, yes, for the madman, the only thing he can say now is thank you, and about tobacco, the noon meeting was originally full of anticipation, but now I don't know why, I don't look forward to it at all.

In the end, Xiaohong said that she was going to continue to work, and she was about to get off work, so she hung up the phone, but the madman directly threw the phone on the table and continued to close her eyes to recuperate, but she didn't think about anything in her heart? No, in fact, I started to think crankily again, mainly about writing books, and I didn't understand why I swore so much to say those words in the first place, and now at this moment, this is simply a kind of spell that binds me, which is really hateful.

So thinking about it, I began to hate myself again, hated myself for talking too much and being too frivolous, and decided not to be so frivolous in the future, but do I have a future? In fact, to be honest, although my current self seems to be like a successful person in the eyes of others, yes, many people see themselves like this, but only the real self can understand how depraved and rotten they are.

But after thinking about it, I can't go on like this forever, so this is moved to the computer that calculates the accounts, and then I start to write the book, yes, since I'm almost done, let's continue to write, anyway, I can't be busy for long, and I'll talk about it later, right?

……

The madman started writing books, always absent-minded, anyway, he wrote the thing, he didn't want to read it, but just half an hour after the update, Xiaohong called again, saying that she had seen the updated chapter, saying that she had found a lot of typos, yes, the current madman really wants to scold Xiaohong for her, so that she doesn't bother herself in the future, let alone write a book, and even wants to tell her, you have only been in school for a few years, and you know what a typo is.

But he always suppressed his anger, feeling that his current self was indeed a little too abnormal, why was this? It's because of yesterday's fight, isn't this enough to vent at all? Or is it something else? I don't understand, I really don't understand, I don't understand really, really really don't fucking understand at all.

However, the madman still forcibly suppressed his anger and said perfunctorily that he would change it himself, but Xiaohong said that he asked the madman to change it immediately, he just said that he would change it immediately, and he also hung up the phone on the grounds that he was about to correct the typo, but after hanging up the phone, he continued to lie on the chair and close his eyes to recuperate, and after a while, he picked up the phone and looked at it, the time on it turned out to be 23:13 in the evening, at this time Xiaohong She hadn't slept yet? Really.

But the madman is still gritting his teeth.,Sitting in front of the computer that settles accounts.,Re-open the author's background management.,Looking for typos in it.,In short, it's been changed for a while.,Forget the time, right? Anyway, I'm really irritable in my heart, so irritable that I want to kill someone, and even so irritable that I want to commit suicide.

But at 24:16 in the morning, Xiaohong's phone called again, and the madman is now going crazy, after answering the phone directly for the first time, he said to Xiaohong with anger: "I have something to do tomorrow and need to rest, don't call me anymore, okay?" ”

Xiaohong just said on the phone, I'm sorry, I'm sorry or something, and then she said, she just wanted to tell herself, there were still typos, and even she said the first few words in the first paragraph, the madman gritted his teeth after hearing it, and said directly: "Can you stop reading that book, I wrote it randomly, God knows what the hell I wrote, do you need to read it so seriously?" I've watched it over and over again, and you're not done! ”

That's right, the madman is completely angry, how many years has it been, is it really the first time he has been angry? In short, this is the case in memory, and Xiaohong just continued to say sorry, and then hung up the phone, but now he is a madman, he can no longer continue to close his eyes and recuperate, his heart is like a pot of porridge, and he doesn't even understand what he should be thinking about now.

Anyway, after thinking about it for a long, long time, I suddenly felt that I had really gone too far, so I lit a cigarette again, then picked up my mobile phone, edited a text message on it, and then began to lie: I was in a bad mood just now, I'm sorry.

That's right, this text message was sent to Xiaohong, and now it's almost half past one in the morning, and the madman thinks, Xiaohong should have rested a long time ago, right? But he still thought wrong, in our world, some things are not what we imagined at all, because the text message was quickly replied: It's okay, I didn't take it to heart, if you have anything unhappy, you can also tell me.

Hehe? When the madman saw this text message back, he understood at the first moment that in fact, Xiaohong herself lied, because it was really almost 1:40 in the morning, was this a joke? However, seeing such words, the madman couldn't help laughing, feeling that Xiaohong was too used to herself, and she should be angry directly.

Thinking of this, the madman turned on the computer again, and yes, once again continued to modify the paragraph that Xiaohong said on the phone before.

Yes, for a madman, life is like this, it has always been like this, and it has always been like this, and it has always been so continuous, in such a boring and boring way, that they have no idea what they really want or what they should do.

I used to always think about what I would do if I had money, but now I have so much money in the card, what do I have to do? I don't want to do anything, I even just want to die, it's ridiculous, I really envy myself who used to have no money, just like when I first came to the Internet company, in order to get this mobile phone on the table at the moment, I used to work so hard, I envy myself like that, I envy my own efforts, because I knew what I should do at that time, and now?