Late at night on the rooftop with a ghost drink, wake up and have an epiphany of life.

I don't know if anyone will have the same experience as me, that is, I feel that I have tried my best to do a good job, but the result is completely different, completely different from what I expected, but I have done things very badly, and I have not received anyone's sympathy, the only thing I get is the reprimand of the leader, and the ridicule of my colleagues.

Whenever I encounter this situation, I will feel the pressure on my body is particularly great, to be honest, I really thought about simply dying, dead for a hundred without any pain and concern, eyes closed can rest forever, isn't it very good, but every time I talk to relatives at home on the phone, there are some relatives and friends to make you happy with some kind jokes, I feel like I'm still making do with life, because there are too many things in this world that are worthy of our nostalgia.

I believe everyone understands this truth, but when you really encounter those troubles, it is difficult to find a solution to the depression in your heart, and most of them choose to use alcohol to kill your sorrows, but you don't know that this kind of thing will not help you at all except for paralyzing your nerves.

At one o'clock in the morning, I left the unit and returned to my single "little snail house", today I encountered a lot of troubles, the work was particularly not smooth, I could have left work a few hours earlier, but in order to complete the work has been delayed until now, there is no way to be inferior to others to redouble my efforts, I want to shut up those who look down on you, the only thing you can do is to be stronger than them, but I can't compare to them now, so I can only admit it.

There are still more than ten days before the paycheck, but the wallet has been deflated for several days, and when I open the refrigerator, it is as empty as my wallet, and there is not much inventory.

A can of beer is refreshing all the way from the mouth to the stomach, and the mood has instantly become a lot better, but the mood has just been relieved a little, but the wine is gone, and the mood at night is so depressed that I can't sleep, so I just blow the night breeze on the roof.

I climbed to the top floor of the rental house, which was more than a dozen stories high, and even in summer, it still felt very cool to stand on the roof, and I didn't think that there was anyone who couldn't sleep like me at such a late hour, and came to the roof to blow the night breeze, but he was better than me, because he was drinking beer, eating skewers, and humming a little song, and he didn't even have the money to buy wine.

"Little brother, that's right, it's you, it's boring for me to drink alone this big night, can you sit down and have a few drinks and eat a few skewers?"

"Thank you, big brother, I never eat supper at night and get fat!" I said a very lame reason.

"You poor ** silk is like this, you want to save face and suffer crimes, I also came from your time, you don't pretend to be high in front of me, look at you

Vice unlucky, there must be something troublesome, come and have a few drinks with the old drunkard, let me help you solve the depression in your heart."

The old drunkard said so, and if I continued to pretend, I really couldn't say anything, and as the so-called respectfulness was better than obedience, I walked a few steps to the old drunkard, and sat down on the horse that the old drunkard gave me: "Come and try the old drunkard's craftsmanship."

The old drunkard grilled all the big meat skewers, and I could eat enough for a large meal like mine with ten or twenty skewers, and the meat was grilled very well, the color was golden, and the bite was fragrant and crispy, and I couldn't stop eating the second skewer when I ate one skewer, so I ate the meat skewers handed over by the old drunkard in three or two bites, and couldn't help but take the second skewer on the grill by myself, but was stopped by the old drunkard with his hands.

"After eating meat skewers, you have to drink a sip of wine to enjoy it!" The old drunkard said and handed me a large bowl of wine, although my amount of wine was not very good, but this wine was fragrant and delicious! I couldn't help but drink a large bowl of liquor with more than half a catty.

"How is the lad feeling now?"

"It's very cool and enjoyable!"

"Then let's continue to eat meat skewers" The old drunkard handed me another skewer of grilled golden meat skewers, I couldn't wait to take it, took a big bite hard, and spit it out before I chewed it twice in my mouth, this skewer tasted exactly the same as the one just now, but the taste was far from it, this skewer was bitter, astringent and salty, and it was really hard to swallow in my mouth. 【￥... Aichi Literature *... Free to read]

"What does this skewer taste like?" the old drunkard obviously asked knowingly, but I felt that he must have an ulterior motive in doing so, so I replied truthfully, "This skewer is particularly unpalatable, bitter and astringent."

"Hehe," the old man smiled and picked up another string and said to me, "Do you want to try this one?"

Thinking back to the delicious skewer I had for the first time, I decided to take a gamble, and I was relieved that this skewer was even more delicious and delicious than the first one.

But after eating this skewer, when I was just addicted to it, the old drunkard said that if I wanted to eat it again, I would let me bake it myself, and I grilled a few skewers like an alcoholic, and I felt that the taste was quite average, a little worse than the old drunkard's, but it was also delicious.

In the next time, I will change to the kebabs, the old drunkard comes to eat ready-made, the fire in the oven is very strong, the skewers are all worn, so it is very convenient and fast to bake, I feel that the skewers I baked are better than the others, and even the barbecue is addictive.

Soon the old drunkard and I had eaten to our heart's content, and the old beggar got up and said to me, "Young man, it's getting late, I should go back and rest, and remember that you don't just learn how to make skewers tonight, for if that were the case, then the old drunkard, I would have wasted my wine and meat tonight."

After saying that, the old drunkard left, and I remained alone on the roof of the building

After a long time, I walked down from the roof with confidence, and the depression in my heart had long since disappeared.

When I went to work the next day, I took the initiative to greet everyone I met, and gave them a big smile from the heart, despite my efforts, but there were still some small mistakes in today's work, don't reprimand the leader fiercely, I will try my best to explain this situation before, so that the leader understands the reason for the matter, but this time I only said one sentence to the leader: "The leader is sorry I know that I was wrong, please give me another chance, I will definitely do a good job!"

A year later, I was promoted to the head of the unit, and the colleagues who used to laugh at me are now my subordinates, and everyone who saw me respectfully called me by adding the word "general" to the end of my last name.

I'm grateful to the old drunkard who ate skewers and drank on the roof with me a year ago, and it was he who made me understand that impulsive blood will eventually be defeated by the cruel reality, just like the first skewer you eat and think the next one will be just as delicious, but the result is completely different from what you imagined.

At this time, you have to resist the pressure, laughing at life, maybe there will be a miracle, just like the third meat skewer will be more delicious, but waiting for a miracle is better than creating a miracle yourself, just like slowly learning to make skewers, so that you will not rely on others, only please rely on yourself to be able to grow and become independent quickly.

Later, I also climbed on the roof several times, hoping to meet the old drunkard again, but I never saw him, thinking that it was one o'clock in the morning when we met, and it was five o'clock in the morning when he left, and the only strange old men who could move during this time were those who did not belong to this world.

It doesn't matter to me whether the old drunkard is a human or a ghost, because whatever he is, I have to thank him properly.

(End of chapter).

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