Strictly speaking, in a small city like Xihe, Wang Zixu's unit is the envy of countless people.

There is less work, no tiredness, a decent salary, and although you may not have enough to eat, you will never starve to death. This is the dream destination for many people.

However, whenever Wang Zixu had the idea of ​​eating and waiting to die, his father's haggard smile would appear in front of his eyes again, floating and lingering.

He saw lessons learned from his father's mistakes. It only took a few years for his father to go from being a tough-necked person to being gentle enough to apologize to his son. The power of time is so powerful.

In other words, it is not the power of time, but the inevitable end of this species. As we grow older, humans must learn to accept it, and in the process, it wears off and slowly becomes another person.

But there are two things in this world that can resist the invasion of time. One is power, and the other is money.

Power and money can support people. They are two hemp ropes produced in heaven. They can make the humble become great, the hypocritical become real, and the inferior become noble. If you seize them, you will have the opportunity to go straight to heaven.

If you want to pull yourself out of the whirlpool of life, you must at least grab one of them. Wang Zixu knew that he had no talent for business, so he began to look for every opportunity that could restore him to his status as a civil servant.

He began to actively seek information. After toasting a lot of drinks he didn't want to toast and meeting a lot of people he didn't want to see, as the old classmate said, he didn't get any guarantees, but got many "opportunities."

These opportunities seemed wonderful, but when Wang Zixu stepped into them, he realized that they were all pitfalls one after another. He worked hard for those "opportunities", and in the end, they all made wedding dresses for others.

All his dedication has become a pavement for others. Just when he was busy with everything and happily waiting for the dawn of the next day, a guy he had never seen before came out of the thorn slope and waved to him.

, said, I'm sorry, buddy, I'll cut in the queue.

Those who jump in line have their own reasons, and they are all very legitimate. It is definitely not because of family ties or any nepotism. Of course, they do have nepotism. But you cannot deny others just because they do have nepotism.

A legitimate reason to jump in line. This is not a crime scene and the presumption of guilt does not apply.

After wasting a lot of time and emotion, Wang Zixu finally realized that there is no fairness in the world. If you don't want to jump in line, you will only get jumped in. After thinking about it, he had no reason to jump in line, so from the beginning

At the beginning, the "opportunity" he saw did not exist.

He once thought that if he worked hard to seize every opportunity, he would definitely live a happy life. But in fact, the product of happy life has been reserved by others and would not be sold to him in the first place. It was just placed on the counter.

Just trick an honest person like him into going and taking a look.

As time went by, he finally grew old.

…

The straight-line distance between Wang Zixu's work and his home is no more than 800 meters, and it takes less than 10 minutes to walk home. As a result, he gets off work at 5:30 and often doesn't get home until after 6:00.

It’s not because the unit works a lot of overtime.

There is a yard downstairs in his house. Surrounded by neatly trimmed shrubs, there is a flat sandy area with red and blue fitness equipment. It may be because there is a lot of dog poop, so there are usually fewer people.

At one time, Wang Zixu also disliked the dog shit and refused to come, but later he discovered that this small territory guarded by the dog shit could be said to be the soul place of his dreams.

This place is very close to his life and work, but also at a distance, so sitting here, I can detach myself from the two and objectively examine my own life.

After get off work, he would sit on the squat machine, light a few cigarettes, and in the smoke, think about death countless times and why he was born.

Since he was bound to be unable to achieve his dreams or do the things he liked as soon as he was born, then why was he born and why did he grow up like this? If there is a God in the world, why does God want so many depressed people?

How can an unsuccessful person be thrown into this melting pot to suffer? What does he want?

He thought, if God were an official, that idiot would definitely say, I let you live, just to give you a chance to live. I don't guarantee how you will live, I only guarantee that you will die. You either accept it or

Give up, but always remember, if you don't live, there are people who live.

But he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand that everyone is born naked, why some people have three houses at birth, and why some people live the life they want without any effort; and he grew up to 8 years old

He lost his mother when he was young, and lost the courage to live at the age of 28, living with shit all day long.

Of course, he chose to be with shit. The life he has lived now is his choice. There is no place to express his grievances. If he did, he would be considered hypocritical. Because he is a man, and men have money and power.

It is a matter of course. Life seems to have choices, but some things are already destined.

When he thought about death, he was actually relieved. All that was left was to convince himself. Since that dick guaranteed his death, it didn't matter whether he died today or in 50 years. Since he was always going to die, then why die?

Before, it’s better to do something you like.

He actually hates drinking and socializing. It is better to eliminate these two things from his life first and then let him do this. Then there is no need to pursue the opportunity to change his identity. No matter which identity he is, he is just

After being played around and turned around.

It suddenly occurred to him that before becoming a civil servant or a public servant, his identity should be that of a literature lover. Instead of worrying about whether he should be a civil servant or a public servant, he might as well do what a literature lover should do.

So he began to read, from China, Russia, Europe, and America. He read and read, and felt sorry for Lu Xun, Tuo Weng, and those outstanding writers who were not recognized by the Nobel Prize countless times. The Nobel Prize is not awarded to the dead.

This is not the sorrow of the dead, but the regret of the living.

But he suddenly changed his mind. Since the Nobel Prize is not awarded to dead people, then thinking about it in reverse, as long as he is alive, he has a chance to get it. It's not like this thing has other people's names written on it from the beginning. If he still has

If he can live for 50 years, he still has 50 chances to get it, so why can we say that he will not be able to do it?

At this moment, he seemed to see the boundless universe, all the people in the world, and his insignificant self among the bustling crowds. He saw that all the lives on earth that were heading toward death were growing enthusiastically.

He saw Tolstoy, saw Lu Xun, saw Lu Xun's lips moving, and said to him: "In the midst of the enthusiasm of Hao Ge, I got cold; in the sky I saw the abyss; in all eyes I saw nothing; in the hopelessness

Be saved...when I turn into dust, you will see my smile."

He couldn't live the life he wanted in the future, so he decided to live the life he wanted in all days.

…

When Wang Zixu came out of the government building, the sun was shining brightly and the road was busy with traffic.

He had just rejected an opportunity to enter the center of power, but he did not feel it was a pity. He was walking on the street full of hope. People were coming and going on the street. He was in a relaxed mood. There was no better day than today.
Chapter completed!