Go to his dreams and decency, and feed yourself first.

text/Lao Chun (original)

1.

Counting today, it has been raining for a week.

Zhang Xiaojun was lying on the bed of the small hotel, listening to the raindrops outside and the crisp birdsong on the tree, and he was very upset.

Zhang Xiaojun is a little anxious now. If he can't find a job again, he can only drink the northwest wind. It was his first setback as an adult, and the most embarrassing since he left his parents.

Before he left home, he felt that he was full of energy, that he could do anything and earn food, and that he would get along better than his parents no matter what. However, when he arrived in the provincial capital, he realized that there were really not many things he could do, such as handing out flyers, delivering food, serving as an server, , and other more decent jobs. As for the dream of wearing a neat suit and going in and out of those high-end office buildings in a high-end car, it is even more difficult to pull it off.

"You can't just go back like this! It's too embarrassing to go back like this." Zhang Xiaojun thought to himself. That's right, when he came, he made a package with his parents, saying that he would definitely be better than them. If you go back like this, where will you put your face?

"Why don't you go to that restaurant to be a waiter? Although it's a bit tiring, at least you can earn a living." After thinking for a long time, Zhang Xiaojun seemed to have made up his mind.

The rain is still falling, the traffic on the street is gradually increasing, and the bird's chirping can no longer be heard.

Zhang Xiaojun glanced at his phone, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. He got up from the bed reluctantly, got dressed slowly, and went to the bathroom to wash his face, shave, and comb his tousled hair.

After packing himself, he took out a piece of bread from his backpack, walked to the window and opened the curtain , opened the bag and ate the bread, while watching the constant flow of people and cars on the street, thinking about when he would Be a part of the city, not just a passerby.

2.

At half past eight, Zhang Xiaojun left the hotel and stood on the street with an umbrella. At this time, the bus stop was no longer so crowded, and there were not so many people going to work, but the bus was still very crowded, so that Zhang Xiaojun struggled to get to the back of the bus after getting on the bus. But even so, he squeezed backwards, knowing that no matter how crowded the car was, the front of the car was the most crowded.

Just as he lifted one foot to squeeze back, the driver slammed on the brakes, and the passengers standing in the carriage squeezed backwards along with the inertia of the car. Zhang Xiaojun stepped on a woman's foot.

"What are you doing? Step on me!" a woman screamed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhang Xiaojun looked at her apologetically and quickly apologized.

"Really! Don't even look at it, I'm so annoying!"

Zhang Xiaojun bowed his head in embarrassment, and took advantage of the situation to walk to the exit door.

At this time, the smell of shampoo mixed in the carriage, the smell of pancake ham, the smell of rainwater being evaporated by the human body, the smell of various perfumes and cosmetics, and the smell of milk and soy milk began to brew. The smell made the stomach churn, Zhang Xiaojun's face began to see sweat, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable. He knew that he was a little car sick.

When the bus stopped at the next stop, Zhang Xiaojun, who couldn't bear it, got off the bus.

After getting off the bus, he stood on the side of the road for a while, took a few breaths of fresh air, and then calmed down. When his stomach was no longer so restless, he walked towards the chain store that was recruiting workers that he asked about a few days ago. go. At this time, he was still three stops away from the chain store.

walking three stops is not difficult for him. The hard part is that he doesn't know how to calm down his manic heart.

At this moment, he looked at the people driving private cars on the street while walking, envy and contempt in his heart. He envied people's freedom and didn't have to endure the crowds on the bus, and at the same time despised people's arrogance, thinking that they were nothing special, and sooner or later he would get in a car and travel freely on such a street.

3.

At ten o'clock in the morning, he finally reached the door of the string shop. He gasped for a while at the door, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then pushed the door into the store.

The boss is a middle-aged man with a shy beer belly , a little bald , wears glasses, doesn't laugh or speak, at first glance is a very shrewd businessman. Zhang Xiaojun explained his purpose, and the boss looked him up and down and asked, "Do you plan to work for a long term or a short term?"

"Short term, I will start school in August and September!" Zhang Xiaojun answered truthfully.

"Oh, the salary is 3,000 per month, from ten in the morning to eleven in the evening. Can you do it?" The boss looked at him and asked.

"Didn't your recruitment notice say a monthly salary of 4,000?" Zhang Xiaojun asked in surprise.

"That's long-term, if you work for a short-term, you won't be able to pay that much!" The boss gave him a contemptuous look with an impatient look.

"Okay, I'll give it a try first!" Zhang Xiaojun hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly.

"Don't use me as a laboratory. If you do it, you will have to do it for at least a month, or I will not pay you. If you don't do it, leave as soon as possible, and let's not waste anyone's time." The boss is very straightforward said to him.

"Do it, I will do it!" Zhang Xiaojun agreed without hesitation this time, knowing that he had no choice. The little money in my pocket is about to run out. If I don't work, I'll have to sleep on the street and drink the northwest wind.

Go to his dreams and decency, find a place to eat and sleep, and feed yourself. When did you become so pragmatic? It must be when you don't have much money in your pocket and you face starvation and no place to live! When Zhang Xiaojun thought about it like this, he instantly felt that he had grown up.

Has he really grown up? What he didn't know was that the parents who forced him out of the house were worried about him, and he was still resenting their cold blood.