sad love

The author has something to say: A man should be like a Steppenwolf, running desperately for his prey and never stopping.

Today is No.20 working on the construction site for nine days.I was operating the cutting machine when the foreman came over and interrupted: "Xiao Shi, I want to ask you for a favor."

"what's up?"

"A few days ago, my nephew who didn't live up to expectations was severely beaten and was hospitalized. I heard that you will greet me instead of me when he is discharged from the hospital today."

"You should take care of this yourself."

"You are a college student who knows how to be polite. Besides, I can't do without me on this construction site."

"Okay, you tell me the address."

"I'll send it to you later." The foreman patted me on the shoulder and left.

"What's the matter?" Brother Wang asked.

"A nephew of the foreman was discharged from the hospital this afternoon, and asked me to greet him on his behalf."

"Why did his family ask you to go?"

"He doesn't have time."

"That bastard spends a lot of time looking for women!"

In the afternoon I washed up and drove to the city center.When I came to the hospital building, I looked up and walked straight in.A hospital with all kinds of patients walking in the corridors, some with missing arms or legs, some with bandaged heads, or hands wrapped with bandages, is a world.A patient with a pained expression walked past me, and he seemed to be telling God about his injustice: the quack doctor sucked all his savings, and his illness still didn't get better.I walked into Ward 301 and said, "Hi, I'll pick you up on behalf of your uncle." The boy turned his face, "You are the poor boy! It's so narrow!"

"What do you want?"

"How about it? If you call me Grandpa, we will forget about the past. Otherwise, you know the ending. So I suggest you call me Grandpa, otherwise tomorrow you will wander around like a dog."

"What! Shameless guy! I call you a good grandson."

"Okay, you have the guts to wait!" The bastard dialed his uncle's phone, and the two of them were chatting about something, I don't want to know how to execute me.But two or three-year-old children know this kind of intellectual game: in the hands of a jerk boss, what you get will be a jerk ending.

"Stinky boy, pack up and leave!"

"Brat, you are too lazy to talk to you, go back on your stomach!" I left the sentence and walked out of the hospital to the street.Forget it, there is no new beginning without an end, and the wings of dreams without an end will be bound for a long time. After thinking about this, I feel very happy.I bought a bottle of Coke from the roadside stall owner, and the cold feeling caused my thoughts to continue to extend, from one dimension to multiple dimensions.

When I returned to the construction site, I happened to meet the foreman, who shouted with a livid face, "It depends on who the master is when a brat beats a dog!"

"Of course the master of the dog is still a dog." I didn't back down.

"Get out of here tomorrow!" the foreman shouted angrily, pointing at me.

"Who cares, I'm leaving now!" I packed my luggage and greeted Brother Wang to thank him for taking care of me.Brother Wang still said the same sentence: "Come out and hang out, hold on." I just nodded at the time, but I found that this sentence is really fucking nonsense.

Come out and mix, be more masculine!

Later, I contacted Brother Wang several times. He changed his job and was a little tight.I also comforted him that as a wage earner, being short of money is as normal as pulling his own balls for no reason every day, so there is no need to exclaim.I also comforted him that his life would gradually improve and his money would gradually become more abundant.I feel like I'm coaxing a child when I say this.

Before leaving, I hesitated, wondering whether I should say goodbye to Mei Yu.In the end my sensibility overcame my rationality.She already knew what happened.I thought she would persuade me to confess my mistake to the foreman and let him take me in.Unexpectedly, her answer made me very excited.

"When I had sex with you, I felt a powerful force in your body, yes! This is the power of a man. A man with strength in his heart should not stay in such a place and let time eat away his passion." Her words gave I am greatly encouraged.Later I became a well-known writer, and I told her about that joy.She answered me: A man should be like a Steppenwolf, running desperately for his prey and never stopping.

"Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

"You're welcome, just stay at my place tonight." I moved my luggage to Mei Yu's apartment, unexpectedly staying for a week.All I can do for her is to clean up for her, and cook a meal for her with an unskilled pot and spoon in my hand.When I have time, I buy cheap recruitment information newspapers from nearby newsstands and browse through the positions that suit me.Meiyu still had sex with me, and through her trembling body, I could feel the longing in Meiyu's scarred heart.And this longing frightens me.

"What do you think?"

"No." We continued to talk, Meiyu's panting sound and a voice in my heart always repelled, and the emptiness and pain in my heart were constantly intertwined.Tonight's sex is not smooth, Mei Yu touches my forehead and falls asleep unknowingly.I turned off the electric light at the bedside and kept rolling over, my brain seemed to be devoured by thousands of worms.At dawn, I leaned on my tired head and merged into a dream.

When I woke up at noon, the whole room was empty, and Mei Yu went to work.I rubbed my stiff cheeks with my palms, and sorted out my thoughts: Meiyu sacrificed too much for me in six days, and her eyes hid too much expectation, which made me uneasy.I hate myself for my poor performance in front of Meiyu every day, and I am ashamed of trampling on time and Meiyu's love for me every day.

Before leaving, I left a text message to Meiyu: Thank you for your love for me, thank you for being with me when I was tired.But as you said, a man should be like a Steppenwolf, running desperately for his prey.I believe my dream is ahead. After I finish writing, I pick up the paper and examine it, only to realize that my handwriting is like shit, calling people evil.Maybe it's because I haven't written a book for half a year.It turns out that time can really take away a lot of things from a person.I pulled the suitcase out of Meiyu's room and gently closed the door, walked down the corridor and looked back, my eyes were wet.