The most troublesome thing about Yu Xiaoshan's business is that he has to have some entertainment, because what he earns is the money of these connections and relationships, and if he gets it, he has to pay, which is natural.

That is to say, no matter how awesome you are, you have to pretend to be a grandson when you have to pretend, as long as you want to earn this money, you have to invest in this helplessness, after all, the money from this kind of business is still easy compared to others, and the input and output are completely incomparable with other businesses.

Several big people in City C have been looking for him for several days, and they first want to chat with him, which is true, these people really like to chat with him.

Yu Xiaoshan is a profound but not old-fashioned, worldly but not flattering, experienced but not showy, hard but affectionate, awesome but not pretending, as long as he doesn't want to, there is basically no one who bothers him.

And it's very dangerous to talk to him, and it's easy to be brainwashed by him in a short period of time, but fortunately he doesn't do pyramid schemes, otherwise it should be more "harmful" than Quanjian Amway Infinitus.

Another point, these people want to come to him to relax and relax, this is also true, they are different from other people in society, they can go out to relax all year round can be counted, and they really don't dare, and other conditions do not allow.

But coming from Xiaoshan is different here, and many complex relationships make them more at ease and can let go. Therefore, Yu Xiaoshan understands that even if he explains that the arrangements of the people below him are good, it is useless, he must accompany them, these people are not bad money, face and friendship are very important.

Besides, no matter how hard and iron-clad the relationship is on the hill, these difficult imps at the bottom have to deal with it themselves, otherwise it is precisely these people who really make him uncomfortable with his business all day long.

In the largest private room of his KTV, Yu Xiaoshan arranged for each of them to be served by a girl who would come to work, including himself, whether he needed it or not, otherwise it would not feel right.

Lao Zhao is a very important figure in City C, in charge of the unspeakable field. I met through a friend's introduction, and Yu Xiaoshan belongs to the right type of person, not exactly a layman, I liked to write things when I was young, and now although I have less time to go to the official career, I still have a whole small poem with a picture in the space, not to mention whether the writing is good or not, people with this mind must be on the right path with Yu Xiaoshan.

So at the beginning of their acquaintance, they belonged to the kind of friends who made friends, and they had nothing to do to drink tea and talk about things outside of life, which was particularly comfortable and precious to Lao Zhao, and Yu Xiaoshan also paid special attention to it, even the normal courtesies of the New Year and the festival He sent the people under him to send them over, instead of paying attention to himself, so as not to embarrass the relationship between each other because of this secular exchange.

This Lao Zhao has a problem, that is, he usually lives too depressed, whether it is at work or at home, he shrinks all his room to be a man, so this has developed the type that once he relaxes, he has no moderation, and he still belongs to the type of high when he drinks.

Then the emotions began to rise uncontrollably, grabbed the microphone and sang endlessly, and specially picked some rock songs to roar, Yu Xiaoshan couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw this scene, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's not easy.

The other two were brought by Lao Zhao himself, and the relationship between these two people and Yu Xiaoshan was also relatively harmonious, and Lao Zhao didn't care about anything with them.

The changes brought about by age and experience were quite scary, and this kind of occasion that he could have handled with ease and joy ten years ago, but now he would rather go home and sleep than waste time with them. A few years ago, I was able to make a night in the bar, and I didn't withdraw until dawn, as long as there was a girl, I continued the next day, and I didn't feel tired even if I turned the shaft for many days.

It's not that I can't keep up with my physical strength now, it's that I don't have that motivation and mood, and I feel that everything is boring. In those days, how many buddies did something to give away a few miles as long as their hearts moved, and how many buddies traveled to foreign countries to see their faces for a toss, these were normal, and most of the buddies who were a little bloody had done it. But turn your head, now if you find someone purely to satisfy **, it will feel troublesome to take off your clothes.

Now there is a different kind of love and different people that can give him hope and fantasy, but how different it is and what it is, he doesn't know how much it is different, and he is basically the same as Meng Chuan'er in this regard, so many things that should happen are doomed. This just shows that it is useless for many people to wait and yearn anxiously, and some people who should appear will always appear, sooner or later.

And it shouldn't appear, it is destined to spend your life ordinary and quiet, and you don't have to struggle, Buddhism tells you the reincarnation of several lifetimes, and hundreds of years of waiting can be exchanged for a lifetime of passing by. Amitabha, may you believe.

As soon as Lao Zhao finished singing a song "Platform", he came over with a wine glass and toasted with Yu Xiaoshan, and then said in a daze: "Brother, do you sing too?" Yu Xiaoshan stood up and said: "Brother Zhao, you sing, I really have to go, there is still a bureau waiting for me! I have explained to the manager outside, you can rest assured to play, if there is anything wrong, you tell me, I will scold them to death." ”

After hearing this, Lao Zhao put one arm on his shoulder and pulled him to sit down again.

Lao Zhao continued: "Xiaoshan, you can't go first today, I know you have a lot of contacts, but no matter how many games you have, how important things are, how awesome characters are waiting for you, you can't go now, Lao Zhou and Lao Liang I have called you out, how can we play if you leave? Can you go on without these people? Think about it yourself, is that not the case?"

Yu Xiaoshan thought about "got" this buddy to drink high again, if he wants to change, he will never talk like this, there is no way, and he can't make them unhappy, so he threw away his bag and said: "Okay, Brother Zhao, don't say it, whoever waits for me doesn't care, I don't leave, you continue to sing." ”

After speaking, Yu Xiaoshan walked over with a wine glass and touched glasses with all the men, and then dried. Next, several men and women sang and danced in front of the screen, while Yu Xiaoshan sat on the sofa and smoked helplessly, bored.

Later, Yu Xiaoshan suddenly remembered something, took out a courier bag from his leather bag, tore it open, and fell out of it with a book titled "Smoke Love". He was just idle and bored to open it and take a look, but he didn't have much expectation in his heart, Yu Xiaoshan thought that he was not good at writing, but he still had a certain level and requirements for reading.

The reason is that he has read too much, and he has read all kinds of words, from some famous works to classical Chinese, even Qiong Yao Jin Yong has a comprehensive understanding, and then many domestic writers' literary works are basically all read.

In this regard, I have to thank the publishing power of those years, before the publication capacity of thousands of novels in the following year, at that time, I went to the bookstore every once in a while and found ten or eight new books, which was a lot, and there were no online books to read, so I had to go to the bookstore or library to find them.

Later, he began to get in touch with foreign literary works, starting from some well-known masterpieces to pursuing each author, Kafka, Camus, Kundera, Duras, Márquez, Sartre, Borges, Calvino, Maugham, Carver...... Later, some Japanese writers, not to mention that everyone's works can be carefully studied, but the most important thing is that every word has been savored.

In those youthful years when he had nothing to do all day long, those literary works gave him a lot of color, sometimes he took a group of brothers out to mess around, and when he was done, he lay in bed and opened a book, and the whole world was quiet.

This is what the brothers around him can't realize, how interesting it is to play games or watch a movie at this time, at this time he doesn't argue, some people love to see the scenery and some people love to see human nature, this is normal. Until now, this habit of his is still maintained, he can still read more than 100 books a year, even if he goes out to play and drinks in a daze, he has to read a book for a while to fall asleep, and this is by no means a habit of hypocrisy.

He leaned on the lap of the girl he called casually to read a book, there was a hustle and bustle around, Lao Zhao and the two buddies drank too much and grabbed the microphone, pushed the cup and changed the lamp and said it several times, and the other three girls danced and sang to accompany him, and the owner of the pair of jade legs he was pillow on his pillow saw that the boss wanted to read, and he didn't dare to move, and he probably scolded in his heart for dying in Xiaoshan, what kind of cultural person is this psychopath.

Yu Xiaoshan didn't expect that this "Smoke Love" written by Meng Chuan'er, after watching it for nearly ten minutes, he didn't put it down, but asked his waiter to go to the door to turn up the light in the private room a little, he leaned on the sofa and began to read it seriously, this noisy private room in the real world seemed to be quiet instantly, without a trace of sound, a group of people were still drinking and singing, over and over again.

Usually he goes to the bookstore, picks up a book, in addition to looking at the author, and then opens it to read a few pages, whether the book is worth reading in a few minutes is basically a few in his heart, so he is reluctant to put down the book in a year, and he can't touch a few copies a year, which is a bit of a meeting but not seeking.

The whole mind is like entering another world, and there is a woman named Meng Chuan'er in that world, and all of Yu Xiaoshan's thoughts are flowing with this woman and the stories around her.

This Meng Chuan'er shuttles between the inside and outside of the showbiz and the night circle with ease, the rivers and lakes and emotions are almost all the things she expresses in words, and the disappointment and unwillingness to reality are the breath that emanates from them.

She is a woman, but she has the same experience and ideas as Yu Xiaoshan, the same strength and affection, the same complexity and simplicity, the same compromise and entanglement, the same patience and pain.

These are things that Yu Xiaoshan did not expect, and they are also the main motivation for him to read this book. Just like he is sitting in this lively place with a book at the moment, it is a realistic struggle, and this kind of struggle can anyone understand, can understand, how many are the girls around them to hurry up, drink wine quickly, and get money quickly, now everything in society pays attention to speed, how can there be time to think about what is worth it or not.

At this time, Yu Xiaoshan believes that the girl named Meng Chuan'er must be able to understand his thoughts, the man in Meng Chuan'er's book is called Xiao Moran, the elite in the eyes of women, but in Xiaoshan's eyes, this man is not bullshit, he doesn't understand that woman at all, and he can't control and control that woman, what else does he have under the elite skin of age experience and nothingness, he is indifferent because he can only be silent, with Meng Chuan'er's cleverness, he will break everything he says, so time will prove his own pity and inferiority.

Yu Xiaoshan has been lying on this girl's lap without even turning over, not even going to the toilet, just watching like this. Lao Zhao and the two buddies are also gone, no one knows whether they will go home or take the girl to another place.

When he left, he greeted Yu Xiaoshan, he didn't react at all, Lao Zhao understood the state of reading a book alone, so he didn't bother and left quietly.

The poor little girl whose legs were numb for a long time didn't dare to go first, let alone bother, so she could only accompany her honestly. Later, it was really boring, the legs couldn't move, and the hands were too boring to be idle, so it was enough to find wine to drink, Yu Xiaoshan kept watching, she kept drinking, and finally fell asleep on the sofa drunk.

These are all outside of this book and Meng Chuan'er, Yu Xiaoshan has no time to take care of it, the old monk in the temple in the book talks about cause and effect, about bad fate, and says that everything is in, destined, dreamy, and bubble. But in Xiaoshan's eyes, this Meng Chuan'er is more like an asura, brave, stubborn, and fierce when facing the battlefield of life, and then can only turn around and lick his wounds alone when no one is around.

sang like Faye Wong's song, "Could it be that you are an asura, enjoying the sorrowful war, and breaking the glass slipper, you don't want to see through it." "The pain in my heart, how painful, how hurt, how tired, how tired? Others may not understand, but Yu Xiaoshan understands, just like he understands himself.

They all believe that there will be someone who walks through the mountains and rivers of life and walks into you, throwing away the armor and being clean and pure, which can make you unload your full body of defense and burden, because in the eyes of that person, everything about you is transparent, and it is the same to remove attachment, which is no longer wrapped in a person, but with you and me.

I don't know how long it took, Yu Xiaoshan finally closed the book, then lit a cigarette, looked at the private room in front of him in a trance, and it took a long time to come to his senses.

The manager was called over when he opened the door and told him to arrange the drunk girl, and the girl woke up just as he was about to leave, and then took Yu Xiaoshan's hand and didn't let go, and wanted to go with him - this is probably because his legs are not numb enough. The manager shook his head helplessly and said, this girl has just arrived, a student of the Academy of Arts, so Yu Xiaoshan can take it away without disliking it.

Yu Xiaoshan took out two thousand yuan from his bag and stuffed it into the girl's bag, and then scolded the manager, telling him to find a sleeping place for this girl to wake up, but no one could borrow her. To be honest, he is not pretending to be forced on this, he really doesn't want to, and his physiological needs mainly depend on his mood.

Now he wants to hurry home, the first thing he does when he gets home is to turn on the computer, open Weibo to find that Meng Chuan'er, click on the private message, and then write. "It took me a few hours to finish reading "The Smell of Smoke", and I also understood why you were moved by "A Touch of Sadness" back then, and your book also moved all my thoughts, I don't know, I dare not think, whether this is your real experience, but I use the feeling of a writer, it should be, so now I can't tell whether it is your years, years, stories, experiences, writing or your people easily dragged away all my imagination, I want to say that I have walked those roads, and I understand everything. Don't you want to have a drink? right away!"

After typing this text, Yu Xiaoshan thought about it for a long time, and then pressed the enter key to delete this paragraph. But this night he drank wine, did not read again, and had no sleep all night.

A few days later, on his way to the company, he received a phone call, a string of unfamiliar numbers.

As soon as he picked it up, the other party said, "Did you receive the book?"

Yu Xiaoshan paused for a moment, instantly knew who the other party was, and then replied, "Received." ”

"Did you see it?"

"Hmm. ”

"How?"

"You can have a drink!"

"Okay, set a place to send you a message!"