i want to win

Yan Zihua was an unlucky child since he was a child. His parents divorced because of emotional discord since he was a child. He failed the Chinese in the college entrance examination and filled in the wrong choice. He went to a major he didn't like. Became a pyramid scheme in Guangxi.

In the end, the friend who borrowed money to buy a bus ticket for him urged him to pay back the money, so he was rescued from the MLM den.

Later, Yan Zihua changed his mind and went to work in construction until he saw a 16mm wide steel bar fall from the top floor at the construction site, piercing through the protective net and piercing through the head of Xiao Li next to him, so he decided to change careers.

Ideals are always beautiful, but there is no design unit that needs him, so he went to real estate as a house sale in frustration.He is not good at words, his performance is under pressure every month, and finally he received the dismissal of personnel.

He took the company's compensation and looked at the people coming and going on the street, suddenly for the first time he didn't know the meaning of living like this.

At this moment, his mobile phone rang. It turned out that the landlord aunt told him to pay the rent quickly, or he would get out.Thinking of the friends who rented together a few days ago said they were going home to get married, they were going to quit the rent, and they wanted to get together.As a result, when he woke up after being drunk, his little friend even moved away the tray he used to wash his feet, Yan Zihua's heart was gloomy.

He said: "When I die, who will know. Even UC's shock department doesn't want to write about my death."

He took the money in the envelope and decided to have a meal first to fill his stomach.He walked to the small shop he frequented, and said to the boss, "I want a braised chicken and rice." It wasn't until he saw that half of the potatoes in it were ginger that he didn't know what it meant to be unloved.

Unloved, he went to a convenience store and bought two cans of Tsingtao, sat on a park bench as if drinking water, and poured cans of beer down his throat as if masochistic.

The cold and bitter beer constantly stimulated his injured stomach due to irregular eating, and he couldn't help but vomited into the trash can next to him.

At this time, in a daze, he heard a girl say in a delicate voice: "That uncle is so disgusting!"

A boy said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, this kind of uncle is a piece of trash at first glance, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"You are the best~"

The couple smiled and left, but what they said just now cut his heart like a knife, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.

He leaned his back on the bench, raised his head slightly, covered his eyes with rough hands, and tears kept flowing from his eyes.He said, "Why, I'm still living in this world."

Of course, there was no response.So he continued: "I also want to drive my own car, live in my own house, and want to have a girlfriend. But I don't have any of these."

At this time, I don't know where there came a small and almost inaudible voice, it said: "Because you have no money, if you have money, who will look down on you?"

He agrees with the voice, "Yeah, if I have money. Are those still problems?"

The voice continued to whisper in his ear, "Yeah, so do you want money?"

If it was normal, Yan Zihua would definitely not pay attention to this strange thing.But when he was drunk, his thoughts seemed to be dull, and he immediately said: "I think, of course I want to! Give me money, give me money!"

"But that would cost a lot, do you want it too?"

Yan Zihua cried and said, "So what if the price is too high? I really don't want to go on like this. Even if I die, I'm willing."

"Even if I have a moment of happiness, I want to be like this. Instead of living in such pain, I might as well pay a high price to be happy, even if it is only one day, it is enough."

The voice didn't speak any more, Yan Zihua shook his head, as if this would wake him up a bit.He staggered home, holding the battered briefcase beside him in one hand.

Passing by a welfare lottery shop, he took out 100 yuan and said to the shopkeeper drunkenly: "Double-color ball, fifty bets at random."

The shopkeeper took his money in disgust and gave him a lottery number. Yan Zihua took it and stuffed the lottery ticket into his briefcase casually.

Then he heard the small, emotionless voice again: "You've won the lottery, now it's time for you to pay the price."

This icy cold voice made Yan Zihua's hairs stand on end, like a cold bug passing through the blood vessels quickly, freezing his whole body.

Yan Zihua rubbed his hands, comforted himself and said, "Illusion, illusion."

Just after comforting himself like this, Yan Zihua felt a cold hand gently brushing the back of his head, bringing a biting chill.

Yan Zihua who was awakened immediately turned his head away, looked behind the empty back and said loudly: "Who!"

The cold hand was close to Yan Zihua's skin again, and Yan Zihua only felt cold sweat breaking out on his body, and someone seemed to be breathing near his ear, but what the breathing brought was not warm breath, but cold air.

The voice said: "If you get money, you are willing to die."

Yan Zihua knew that the person who talked to him in the park just now was not his hallucination, but a real evil ghost!

He waved the briefcase desperately like crazy, and then found that he was just waving at the air, doing futile movements, without any practical meaning.

He squatted powerlessly by the side of the street, shed real tears, and said regretfully, "I don't want to die yet."

Then there was a cold laughter in the darkness, and there was no other sound.

Yan Zihua finally couldn't bear the atmosphere, he ran to his small rental room with all his strength, as if he could escape from the weird atmosphere by doing so.

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