The next day, I came to the event site early, but by almost noon, there were not many people coming, and I greeted the landlord and aunt, and I began to go from house to house with the leaflets, and one after another.

But I'm so tired after just sending out one team, and the next team is about three miles away, and then the next one?

Looking at the blisters on my feet, at my panting chest, and at the white hair, I knew that I was old, really old, so why bother and mourn today's task? No matter how hard I tried, my body would not change anything after all.

Another failure didn't leave me too many scars, because I was already a partial bruise, and now I have a future, my pocket is empty, I don't have a penny, and my job is gone!

If I go home, it's not impossible, I lied to my dad that I was fine, and I was admitted to the civil service, and I had a girlfriend, and if I went back like this, I would be all in trouble, and it would be strange that this body was not seen through by my father, and now where should I go? The world is so big that there is no place for me to go.

There was no suspense when I returned to the company, and the company couldn't afford to support people like me who didn't have performance and just got a guarantee, and after leaving the company, I changed a few jobs, and used up the hundreds of guarantees issued by the company, and I really came to a dead end.

Now I'm sitting on a busy street, dressed in rags, with a small broken iron bowl in front of me that makes people sick to look at......

Yes, I became a little beggar with gray hair, this is my Nth plus N job, this time I have never changed, I have been working for more than half a year.

Every day I walked in various businesses and farmhouses, and in half a year I suffered countless blank eyes, countless starvations, and countless beatings.

"Auntie, I'm so hungry, can you give you something to eat?"

", stinky beggar, I don't have time to ......"

"Boss, do you have any leftovers?"

"Climb away, I'm still going to do business......"

"Little brother, is it okay to give that bad apple you don't want to uncle?"

"Okay, uncle, will you take it?" the child smiled sweetly and handed over the bad apple.

At this time, a middle-aged woman came over with a dark face, "What are you doing with him? This beggar looks like a liar." ”

"Smack!"

took the apple from my hand and threw it into the trash, pulled the child and turned away, educating the child as he walked, "Don't be too kind in the future, this kind of person is a liar, starve to death with two less pairs!"

"But mother, he's really pitiful," the child argued weakly.

……

This kind of thing happens countless times in my world every day, and I stretch out my heavy hand again and again in order to survive, and I also want to die, but I don't want to do it! At the age of twenty-five, there are only the last two months, and my life is only the last two months......

"I'm going home! I'm going home!! woo woo ......"

"Father, mother, sister, all my relatives are sorry, my life is coming to an end, I want to go home in the last two months, I want to reunite with you, I want to ......"

"Woo, woo, woo!"

With tears in my eyes, I set foot on the return journey for the first time, I didn't have any decoration for myself, I was still full of white hair, vicissitudes of life, and smelly clothes...... , all the way with the wind and rain, all the way to the warm home.