Among the laughing teenagers by the old tram stop is Andre; Among the men drinking coffee next to him in the restaurant was Andre; There is also Andrei among the couples who take their lover's hand and walk through the streets.

But everything about Andre here has nothing to do with me.

I can't even connect myself to the city of Zurich. I felt like I was a complete spectator, like watching a movie, I didn't feel any sense of participation, not even a trace of passers-by!

On the sidewalk on the riverbank, not far in front of me, a tall man pushed a stroller. From the back, he has a very strong body, broad shoulders, and long and powerful legs.

I couldn't see his face, but I could see that he had the same brown curls as Andre.

It feels like he's about the same age as me, and he's taller than Andre. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a black jacket.

I don't know if the child was crying, he picked the child up from the stroller. I saw him holding the baby in his right hand and pulling the stroller in his left hand, but it didn't seem to be a burden on him, and I saw that his steps did not slow down.

I followed him and saw the child's little head poking out of his right shoulder from time to time, and the child was about two years old, and he felt very playful and active.

I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, only that the child had a pair of bright round blue eyes.

Suddenly, my heart was pounded.

Will Andrei hold our children like this? Andrei is especially fond of children, he will!

But what will our children look like? Is it a boy or a girl, will there be a pair of blue eyes?

Why only Andrey? What am I doing? Where am I?

No, no, if that were our kids, they would be going to school soon, and they wouldn't need to be in a stroller.

The man with the child was crossing the zebra crossing, and I hurried a few steps to the zebra crossing, but it was already a red light.

I stopped on the other side of the road and watched the man's back as he left.

At this moment, a silver, ultra-luxury Lamborghini sports car drove in front of me.

The car woke me up like a hypnotist's signal.

Honestly, I never imagined what Andrei's baby and I would be like. That's the eternal pain in my heart that I don't want to touch!

Pain is the easiest thing to wake up. At this moment, I stayed on the other side of the zebra crossing, no longer following the man, and I had a lot of thoughts when I saw his figure gradually disappearing:

I didn't see the man's face.

So how did he feel when he was holding the child? Is it happiness and contentment or stress? Did he see the sports car? Does he want to have a car like that? Where does he live? Is he happy with his community? Does his wife work? Will their income be able to cover their expenses? What is the relationship between his relatives and friends and him? Does he envy them for being richer than himself?

Suddenly, I realized that I didn't know Andrei, I didn't know the real economic strength of Andrei's original family, I didn't know Andrei's real social status in Switzerland, and I didn't know Andrei's ideals and ambitions, as well as the pressure from the external environment.

Just as I can't guess the true character of the man with the child, I don't know what the inner world of a Zurich native like André is like!

Reflecting on myself, due to some special reasons, I have always been on the fringes of society, on the one hand, I have suffered from the confusion of not being able to fully integrate into the crowd, and on the other hand, I have the capital to do my own thing.

Although I am confused by this foggy society, one thing I know very well is my own economic strength - I am the most ordinary migrant worker in the world. I can only judge this society from my point of view. My imagination of Andre can only be derived from my life experience. That's why I've been observing the people of Zurich and thinking that André should be one of them.

That Lamborghini reminded me, am I being too self-righteous? I thought Andrei was just like the citizens I saw, but even if Andrei had been like them, he was no longer what he used to be.

If I wanted to know what Andre was living like today, should I go to the places where the rich are gathered? That's the business card of Zurich, and that's where Zurich, the "city of European billionaires", comes in.

Bahnhofstrasse St is the most expensive street in the world.

This 1.4-kilometre-long avenue encompasses two dazzling consumer paradises, Grobs and Yelmolli.

The shops on both sides display luxurious goods, antique treasures, precious furs, watches, jewelry, and intoxicating French perfumes, which is a mecca for the pursuit of world famous brands.

Designer and tailor-made fashion brands such as Aigner, Bally, Burberrys, Chanel, Ferragamo, Gucci, Hermes, Louis Vuitton and Prada have all decorated their windows.

Other famous watch, jewellery, costume and antique appraisal companies such as Beyer, Bucheron, Bvlgari, Cartier, Gubelin, Les Ambassadeurs Meister and Turier are also located on both sides of the avenue, adding a modern and luxurious touch to the city's old cobblestone streets.

Lingering here, your first feeling is - it's good to be rich! And then I thought I was a beggar!

The extravagance of the guests who come here alone makes me feel stressed. Not to mention their purchasing power, which I can't even think of.

Looking at the expensive goods, I said to myself, the word "shopper's paradise" is for people who visit here just like I go to the wholesale zoo market, this is their paradise!

Looking at the goods I couldn't afford to buy, and remembering that it was named the most livable city in the world, I almost laughed out loud: I really felt like I had no place to stand in this most livable place! I told myself that I didn't belong here!

So does Andrey belong here? Judging from the various feedbacks, I feel as if Andre is blending in with them.

The arrogant Bahnhofstrasse is home to Zurich's banks.

I sat down in an outdoor restaurant across the road from the bank, with a clear view of the banks across the street through a low wooden fence.

I'm leaving Zurich tomorrow, and I just want to see Andre at work and what the legendary Swiss bank looks like.

The waiter brought me the menu, and I, who was going to have a cup of coffee, changed my mind and asked for a glass of expensive red wine. I plan to spend my last days in Switzerland here.

Look at the bank opposite. I don't know if Andrei's bank is located here. But what does it matter?

I looked at the people coming in and out of the bank, thinking that maybe I would see Andre in case, but it seemed more normal not to see him, and I didn't want to see him.

I savored the red wine in the glass, it tasted sweet and soft, and it was the most expensive wine I had ever bought in my life. Although I had been prepared before, when I saw the price, I hesitated.

In my current financial situation, it hurts to buy a boutique fashion. But this glass of wine cost me a month's salary.

Fortunately, I'm going back to China tomorrow, so it's not a big deal to spend the last copper plate on my body.

At this moment, only this glass of wine can accompany me through this most fantastic time.

I looked at the building across from me and connected my knowledge of Swiss banks to them: the banks here are open 24 hours a day, anonymous lockers that only recognize keys, a minimum lease period of 50 years, a spacious customer reception room, a way to collect keys and passwords, and a life-saving VIP access are all important features of these banks in Zurich.

"I'm not going to put my money in a Swiss bank!" I remembered what I had said to Sergei. At this point, I am even more sure that I don't need any services from a Swiss bank.

I raised my glass and admired the crimson elixir in it.

The man holding the child is not Andrei, although I imagine Andrei will be like that, but he is not Andrei!

He may not be able to afford a Lamborghini for the rest of his life, and he may never have the opportunity to date "Black Swan" in his lifetime.

Although he also lives in Zurich, he is not one of the billionaires here. Would he feel lucky to live in Zurich?

Is he satisfied with his social status and spending power?

Could he, like me, feel that Bahnhofstrasse has nothing to do with him?

Does he also fantasize that he will one day get ahead?

If there was a chance for him to change reality, how would he choose?

I laughed self-deprecatingly at this and took another sip of the red wine in my glass.

As soon as the lights came on, the wine in my glass bottomed out. I took one last look around, the neon lights were getting brighter and brighter, and the streets were all opulent, and I thought goodbye to everything here.

- "Can I have a drink?" ”

I looked up and saw a man standing in front of me, looking down at me and asking.

He pulled the chair across from me and motioned to me, could he sit down?

Slightly drunk, I smiled at him and didn't object.