Thinking like this in his heart, he looked Song Yahui up and down with malicious eyes, with a face similar to Aunt Lin, and the same explosive figure, this is not a wave of white leather jackets, isn't it a loss?

Song Yahui sat on the sofa and said angrily, "Stinky boy, what do you see, if you have something to say, what is a pity?" ”

I hate half of the people in my life.

"It's a pity that without good equipment, the finished product may be too rough, and I'm afraid it won't pass the audit." Qin Song crossed Erlang's legs, the bait had been thrown, and then he waited for the fish to take the bait.

"Cut, that's it, I thought it was so difficult." Sure enough, Song Yahui didn't hesitate at all, she bit the bait, she has worked for many years, she usually likes to shoot, and she bought a lot of photography equipment at home, as long as she can solve the problem of public service advertising, it is not a matter at all to lend it to this guy, "But you have to show me the advertising plan first, so that I have a bottom in my heart." ”

"Well, look." When the goal was achieved, Qin Song didn't take the shelf, put the computer on his lap, and crackled the advertising plan.

part1: At night, a woman in a black dress, sitting by the window, desperately used her mobile phone to ask on the Internet, "Where is the artery in the hand?" The more specific, the better."

In the morning, white-collar workers who stayed up late and worked overtime all night were in a bad mood, passing by a newspaper stand to buy a literary magazine. The boss had a bad attitude, turned around and took out the magazine from the wall and threw it over, with a bad attitude, "This is what I left for my daughter, let's go." "White-collar workers are walking on the road in a lonely mood.

Narrator: Everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, and no one cares about your feelings.

A man, while driving, made a phone call, "Mr. Li, don't worry, I'll be there right away, I'll be there right away, hey, okay, okay." At this time, the man reacted that he was not wearing a seat belt and hurriedly fastened it, but it was too late. The traffic police in front waved his hand and stopped him. The man sighed and stopped the car. On the seat, the mobile phone kept vibrating, and Mr. Wu called again, as if urging why it hadn't been there.

Narrator: Everyone lives with care, and no one cares about your situation.

At night, when the snow was falling, a woman dressed in a sexy dress was drinking alone and stumbling down the street. A man passed by, took out his mobile phone and took several pictures of the woman. The woman threw the wine bottle angrily, her eyes were slightly red, and she pointed at the man and asked, "What do you see?" ”

Narrator: Your suffering is just a joke in the eyes of others.

In the downtown area, the old man, riding a three-wheeler, went to collect scrap, accidentally scratched a luxury car, the door opened, and a sturdy bald man came down from the car, wearing a flower suit and a big gold chain, looked at the scratches on the body, and scolded angrily, "You are blind." ”

The uncle was thin and dark, and his voice was flustered, "Boss...... I'm sorry, how much, I pay ...... I pay. ”

"Collect the rags, what do you pay?" The sturdy man scolded, then walked to the back of the car, pulled out an iron rod from the trunk, and walked towards the uncle menacingly.

The uncle was too frightened to move, his wrinkled face revealed a trace of despair, his eyes were humble, and he looked around, wanting to seek help from passers-by. However, passers-by just watched indifferently, and no one stepped forward.

Narrator in a deep male voice: In a world where people are indifferent, everyone has nowhere to escape.

Song Yahui looked at it word by word, and her heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand.

The depressed girl who wants to commit suicide, the female white-collar worker who stays up late and works overtime, the migrant worker who is constantly urged by her boss to be busy, the old man who collects rags, and the lonely woman who drinks sadly on a snowy night, each of them has their own story, and their image is so real, every moment, staged in an unknown corner.

Could it be that the world has really become so indifferent?

Qin Song didn't notice the expression on Song Yahui's face, and still tapped on the keyboard by himself, and a line of words appeared below: This world, won't it be better?

In just a few words, it was like a satellite-guided missile, which accurately hit the tenderness in Song Yahui's heart, and silent tears flowed on her face.

Yes, this world, won't it be better?

So much suffering, so much regret, so much sorrow, what to do?

Won't this world be better? Song Yahui chewed this sentence repeatedly, in her heart, it was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and she wanted to cry.

The story continues.

part2: At night, by the window, a woman in a black dress buried her head deep in her knees, holding her mobile phone tightly with both hands, as if grasping the last straw.

Suddenly, her phone started vibrating and she received one reply after another.

The girl looked up and turned on her phone, the faint fluorescence of the screen, shining on her face, looked so desperate.

One reply after another, popping up on the phone:

"Little cutie, your arteries are hidden by me, you laugh and I'll show you ^-^"

The girl looked up and tried to laugh, but she hadn't smiled for so long that the stiff muscles on her face had forgotten how to laugh.

"It's good to buy a bottle of pulsation and read it upside down, little fool, there are more fun things than arteries, are you unhappy, I'll cook porridge for you to eat, the porridge I cooked is delicious."

The girl pursed her lips, tears still drying on her face.

"Dididi~" Messages from strangers seemed to pour into her phone endlessly, "In my heart." ”

"Why do you ask this, you know that I love you enough."

"Idiot, I'll kill you if you do something stupid, you don't have arteries."

"Don't be stupid, we all love you."

"Don't look for it, I love you, be good."

“……”

In front of the newspaper stand, the thief reached for the backpack of the female white-collar worker, and the newsstand owner saw it, threw the magazine very rudely, and kept urging, "Let's go, don't bother me." ”

The female white-collar worker was in an even worse mood, lowered her head, paid the money, and left without saying a word.

The thief glared at the newsstand owner viciously, because of his troubles, the duck in his hand flew away.

The newsstand owner smiled freely, unheeded by the thief's warnings, and looked at the newspaper to himself.

On the way, the female white-collar worker put the magazine in her bag, but found that the buttons of the bag had been opened, and she was panicked and hurriedly rummaged through, but fortunately, the wallet and belongings were still there.

At this point, she seemed to understand something.

The seemingly impatient uncle silently protected the girl's wallet.

On a snowy night, the fat man sent the photo he took to a police friend and typed, "It's a cold day, come on." ”

Put the mobile phone in his trouser pocket and looked at the stumbling woman, the fat man shook his head helplessly, shivered, tightened his clothes, and followed behind the woman.

He wasn't reading the joke, he was just worried about the woman's safety.

On the road, the man's phone kept vibrating, and after the traffic police stopped the car, they saluted the man, walked to the rear of the car, and closed the fuel tank cap. Then he walked back and patted the roof of the car, "Let's go, stay safe while driving." ”

The traffic police saw that the phone was constantly vibrating, and the man had an anxious look on his face, so he didn't delay his time much and let him go directly.

"Thank you." The man smiled and thanked him and drove away.

The traffic police pulled him down, just to remind him that the fuel tank cap was not closed.

In the downtown area, the bald man is a big man, holding an iron rod and slowly walking towards the old man with a panicked expression. The crowd eating melons who watched the excitement didn't make a sound, didn't stop it, just watched.

The big man raised the iron rod, and the uncle closed his eyes in despair.

The iron rod fell, not hitting the uncle's skull, but fell on the iron frame of the tricycle, leaving a scratch, not long or short, the same as on the body of the luxury car.

"It's flat." Sweaty threw the iron rod on the uncle's car, patted the dust on his hands, and sat back in the cab.

The big brother who looks fierce is actually very gentle and cute!

……