When he arrived at the park, he was on day shift and I was on night shift. When Ye Hui took me to familiarize himself with the environment, he lay in my ear and told me quietly: The situation here is very complicated. Every night, Grandma Liu in the community would put her puppy

When I was just drifting in Beijing in 2008, I worked as a security guard in a street park. Those who were in and out were retired elderly people in their seventies and eighties. The one who worked with me was a young man from Henan named Ye Hui. He was 1.8 meters tall, with a burly figure, fair skin, and a pretty face. To be honest, I stood with him, looking like Wu Dalang and Wu Song.

When he arrived at the park, he was on day shift and I was on night shift. When Ye Hui took me to know the environment, he lay in my ear and told me quietly: The situation here is very complicated. Every night, Grandma Liu in the community would put her puppy in her arms and walk into the park for a walk. Don’t stop him, because the principal of the park is her niece, and the Uncle Li. Every day on the seventh and fifteenth day of the lunar month, he would burn paper for his daughter under the pine tree at the door. Don’t stop him. The old man is pitiful. His daughter was trapped by love. He hanged himself under the pine tree a few years ago. Uncle Liu lost his only relative in his life. In such a big Beijing city, who would care about his life or death. There is also the head of the research institute next door. He rides his bicycle through the park to work at 7 o'clock every morning. If you take a detour, it will take half an hour to go. Brother Qu is a national talent and his time is very precious. You must open the park gate for him in advance every morning and close it after he leaves.

I scratched my head and whispered: But according to the rules and regulations of the park management, the above behaviors are not allowed. Ye Hui patted my shoulder and said: Brother, you must learn to be flexible when doing work. As long as the captain doesn't know, these are all allowed behaviors. I nodded, said thoughtfully, picked up the baton and went to the gate.

Ye Hui likes to study. Whenever he is resting, he always takes me to Xidan Book Building to read books. There are a large number of books there, covering almost all categories. I found that Ye Hui is particularly interested in some emotional books. One afternoon after walking out of Book Building , at the bus stop, I asked Ye Hui why he always likes to read some emotional books. Ye Hui smiled and said: Do you believe it or not? Who is the old men and women who pass by the door every day when they were young, who is a couple with whom, who is a worker retired, who is a scientific research talent, and which ones have retired from leadership positions. I can guess at all once I see his words and deeds.

I looked at Ye Hui half-believingly and asked in a puzzled tone: It's true or false. Ye Hui saw that I didn't believe it, and then said: It's actually very simple. For example, those old people who like to chat about gossip all day long are basically working class. Those elderly people who ride bicycles to and from the library every day are basically scientific research institutions or professors retire, and those who like to walk with their hands behind their backs and gossip alone, most of them are leaders before retirement. After listening to Ye Hui's analysis, I felt that's true.

Ye Hui continued: Do you know why those old people were basically workers when they were young, but after working for decades, some became leaders, while others were still workers. I casually said: It must be a matter of education. Those who are leaders like to study and study, and finally got on the leadership position. Ye Hui shook his head quickly and continued: It is not at all. In fact, most of the people in their era were not highly educated. Of course, personal ability and further study are also crucial. More importantly, their emotional intelligence is different.

Ye Hui said proudly: Emotional intelligence does not seem to be important, but in fact, we are in this society. No matter which circle you are in, Emotional intelligence directly determines your success or failure. I quickly agreed with it. Ye Hui continued: It is not easy for a poor boy like you and me who came out of the countryside or small places to gain a foothold in Beijing. I prefer people like Wei Xiaobao. Do you know what my dream is? I quickly shook my head and said I don’t know.

Then Ye Hui lay in my ear and whispered: I must use the good skin given by my parents to try to find a rich woman in Beijing to get married. The age doesn’t matter, at least the kind with assets of over 50 million yuan. Only in this way can I quickly gain a foothold in Beijing. When I heard this, I yelled and looked at Ye Hui with a surprised look, thinking: No wonder you always read those books every day, it turns out that you are preparing for it early.

Ye Hui continued: I don’t care what other people say. As the saying goes, the dragon and the sky need only one tree. Who made me start at a low level? There is another thing I need to tell you, I will leave the day after tomorrow. The captain transferred me to a villa area station, Image Post , and the salary is much higher than here. The most important thing is that there are more rich people there, which is a good opportunity for me. I decided to seize the opportunity and try to find a rich woman earlier. As I said that, I laughed. I thought Ye Hui was joking, but I didn't expect that two days later, Ye Hui really left the park gate, and since then, we have lost contact.

In a blink of an eye, a few years have passed. One summer in 2016, the apartment I rented was asked to vacate, and the people in the building had to move out within ten days. I packed up and prepared to move out. There were a lot of cardboard in the house to be disposed of. After cleaning up, I went downstairs and asked the landlord for a phone number to collect scraps and called. Not long after, someone knocked on my door. When I opened the door, I found a big man in rags, wearing a shabby straw hat, standing at the door with sweat. He looked like he was about thirty years old. The man nodded politely to me and asked in a mouthful of Henan Mandarin: Do you want to sell cardboard? I quickly let him into my house, pointed to a pile of waste cardboard in the corner of the wall, and signaled him to move away quickly.

The man looked at the cardboard and muttered in a low voice: There are quite a few, I can't move it alone, so I waited for a while and asked my wife to come up to help. While speaking, she went to the door and made a phone call in Henan dialect. After a while, a fat woman with freckles walked in with a few snakeskin pockets. The two of them put a lot of cardboard into the bag in a few seconds, and then moved downstairs. Later, I sat on his small bread and went to their scrap purchase station to get money with the couple. The bread was turned around and turned around. Half an hour later, she left Beijing and stopped next to a deserted woods. The couple found that the sky was covered with dark clouds and it seemed that it was about to rain again. They quickly poured the car into the scrap station and unloaded the cardboard.

I got out of the car and looked around. I found that there was a wasteland. The couple surrounded the wasteland with iron fences to form a small yard. I don’t know where to get a scrap car. The whole family lived in this car. The waste garbage next to the car was piled into mountains, flies and mosquitoes were flying all over the sky. Two dirty children were playing in the mud and water next to the garbage pile. After unloading the cardboard, the woman walked over and held the little child in her arms, held the other child, and then walked into the car.

while weighing cardboard, the man carefully counted the money for me. Through his stubble on his face, I suddenly remembered that this familiar face was Ye Hui. I looked around and found that this suburban wasteland was a wasteland, and I rarely even come to taxis on weekdays. I thought to myself: How could he be here? Ye Hui took out a few dirty banknotes from his pocket and handed them to me, indicating that I would calculate it right. I took the money and kicked it into my pocket, waved my hand and said that it would be like this. Then he covered his nose and left the scrap purchase station. Ye Hui respectfully sent me to the gate, pointed to the opposite side of the road and said: There is a bus there over there, and then waved his hand to say goodbye to me. I originally planned to tell Ye Hui that we had met one another, but when I saw his dull eyes, I finally held it back. Perhaps now he doesn't care about anything except making money to support his family.

Along the way, I recalled Ye Hui's elegant appearance back then, looked at the vicissitudes and numb man in front of me, lamenting the ruthless fiddling of time and fate. At that time, Ye Hui and I were only in their twenties. I thought that he once vowed to marry a rich woman with a net worth of more than 50 million yuan as his wife, but now he is in this way. I don't know what he has experienced over the years, why did the family live in a stuffy and humid carriage in this deserted place. I don't know if his long-cherished wish to find a rich woman back then has come true, but seeing his current situation, I think it is probably not true.