the world in which he exists

There is not enough time, and I can't escape being late for the part-time job on the last day.

On the way, Gu Chaoming sent a message to the shopkeeper to get vaccinated, saying that he would be late to avoid being reprimanded by the shopkeeper.

The owner of the shop is a middle-aged woman with a bad temper. When she was unhappy, she used to make the little girls in the shop cry.

Perfume is a signal that the store manager is in a good mood, but if you smell the store manager spraying perfume again today, you will know that the store manager must be in a good mood.Smiling and complimenting the store manager, praising the store manager for being so beautiful today, the clothes are so nice, and the makeup is good, but secretly calling her a dead old woman, who can spray half a bottle of perfume.

When Gu Chaoming was moving the goods, several of their full-time employees chatted secretly together, and laughed together while the shop owner was away.

Gu Chaoming is only responsible for moving and delivering goods, and when he has nothing to do, he sits in the store and helps maintain the hygiene of the store. To put it generally speaking, he does everything.The shop owner didn't want to recruit people, but the original labor force resigned, and Gu Chaoming just came to fill the gap.

It was the first time when I first came here that I saw them get together and talk about the store manager. He was a newcomer, and a few girls wanted to recruit him into the group. Gu Chaoming didn’t want to join a small group like theirs, so he didn’t respond and just hugged the box. leave.

Some old employees didn't like the new employees at first, so Gu Chaoming naturally couldn't integrate into the atmosphere of the store because he didn't show face. What he got in return was the cold eyes and gossip of the employees in the store, sometimes embarrassing him deliberately.

Just a few minutes after entering the store, I was helping in the back kitchen and heard a burst of discussion among the employees outside. All the employees who had nothing to do ran to look at it. Gu Chaoming was not interested, and stood where he was and continued to work on his business.

When the store manager came in, he held a cardboard box in his hand, which looked quite heavy.The first employee who reacted quickly went to pick it up, but was summoned by the shopkeeper, "I still have a box in the trunk of my car."

Everyone watched the shopkeeper enter the door, guessing what the shopkeeper brought.

When I walked over, I smelled the perfume that the owner had not seen for a long time. It seemed that the owner was in a good mood today.

With the smell of perfume on the owner's body as an introduction, everyone was looking forward to it, waiting for the owner to open the box.

When the shopkeeper opened the carton that everyone was looking forward to, everyone's wish came true.There is nothing else in the box, but a box full of leaflets!

The box was small but packed tightly, full of leaflets with the name of the restaurant printed on them, just like the leaflets handed out on the street.

Everyone's interest collectively dropped a degree, and the boxes they brought in later did not improve their interest.

The box contains a set of Doraemon doll costumes.

With Doraemon doll costumes and a box of leaflets, the owner's idea is obvious.

Not only do they go to the street to distribute leaflets at night, but they also have to wear doll costumes to distribute leaflets.

The weather is so hot, it must be uncomfortable to be stuffed in the airtight doll clothes, and you have to walk around, so it is so comfortable to stay in the store, and you can rest with the air conditioner.

Comparing the two, an employee immediately said, "Ouch, I have a stomachache."

There was no expression on everyone's face, and they couldn't avoid it in their hearts: "Don't let me go, don't choose me."

"Then..." The shopkeeper glanced at him.

At this time, someone suggested: "Xiao Gu is leaving today, he just happens to be fine."

The owner of the store was struggling and forgot about Gu Chaoming. This proposal was just right, and the owner immediately agreed: "Well, what about Xiao Gu?"

Gu Chaoming washed his hands in the back kitchen. When he heard the store manager call his name, he wiped his hands and walked over to see the pile of things on the table and the eyes of the store staff. Needless to say, he understood why he was called here.

"Business is not good recently, I printed some leaflets, and you can distribute them tonight." The store manager pointed to the leaflets on the table and said to the other employees around: "Xiao Gu won't be here tomorrow, this box of leaflets I will definitely not be able to finish posting tonight, you guys don’t want to escape, you will come in turns later on.”

"Today is the last day for you to work hard." The owner said to Gu Chaoming.

Gu Chaoming had no objection. When he walked to the back lounge with the suitcase in his arms, he saw the shop assistants sniggering, and Gu Chao understood them with a glance.

Putting on the troublesome Doraemon doll costume, I didn't feel hot in the store with the air conditioner, but once I walked out of the store, Xia Rihu chased after him and sprayed hot air.

Gu Chaoming liked Doraemon quite a bit. When he was a child, he helped Gu Tao buy cigarettes and wine and sat in front of the TV on time to wait for Doraemon cartoons.

Now he has become Doraemon but has no superpowers, no time machine, no universal pocket, so he can only hand out leaflets to passers-by one by one.

Visibility through the headgear is not very good.The headgear is as big as an astronaut's helmet, but what you can see from the astronaut's helmet is the stretching universe and the ancient galaxy, while Doraemon's headgear can only see the boundless night and traffic clearly through the two eye holes crowd.

The injured right shoulder is fine if you don't touch it, but the movement of handing the leaflets with your arm brings pain to your shoulder.

The pain and the darkness remind him of Gu Tao's furious face all the time, reminding him that he is a murderer who attempted to kill.

His hands were almost stained with blood.

A leaflet was rejected, Gu Chaoming suddenly fell silent, looked down at the weight stacked in his hands, his eyes penetrated the loneliness of Xia Ye and the noise in his ears.

He saw his future self in the flyer with big discounts.

The self with bloody hands kneeling in front of Gu Tao's corpse.

Gu Chaoming has no motivation to study, nor has he thought about what university to take, what kind of career he will do in the future, what kind of person he will be, and what kind of person he will be with like other people.

His future is like a wasteland that has never been cultivated, without plans, without expectations, and overgrown with weeds.

He knew that his future could never escape the word Gu Tao.

A fate that cannot be escaped from the moment of birth.

Gu Chaoming's hands were trembling slightly, recalling the moment when he pressed Gu Tao's head into the noodle soup, he thought, maybe, he has no future, the rest of his life is a few years or decades, or a lifetime will spend time in prison.

He is a barren traveler, walking alone on a large and wide waste road.The surrounding air is gray and dry, the roadside is full of dead branches and leaves, and the depressing crows are heard from a lonely distance.This road is very long, so long that there is no end in sight, and it seems to lead to the horizon. He is the only one on the road, and he walks to the distance where there is no end in sight.

When he was walking towards the distance alone, a naive and childlike voice in front of him asked him: "Where is Nobita? Why is Doraemon alone?"

My thoughts returned, and the night in front of me replaced the endless barrenness.A little boy in front of him was looking up at him with sincere eyes and asking that question.

Gu Chaoming, who had just returned to his mind, looked into those pure eyes, and he couldn't answer it. Even if he hadn't been in a daze just now, and treated the child seriously, he couldn't answer this question.

Why is there no Nobita in Doraemon?

Does Doraemon have to be with Nobita?

What would Doraemon do before he met Nobita?

Gu Chaoming didn't want to fool this curious little boy casually, he thought for a while, and wanted to answer: "Because Doraemon hasn't met Nobita yet."

But before he could answer, a gentle voice answered the little boy one step ahead of him.

"Because Nobita is waiting for Doraemon to come home."

It was a boy's voice.

It is very gentle, and it can be heard that it is a special tone of voice for children.The shifting tone that can be heard in every population with young children.

This voice came slowly from the other side of the night, across the galaxy, carrying kindness and love, making Gu Chaoming, who was wearing a hot doll costume, feel as if his heart was suddenly warmed by charcoal fire in winter.

Being suddenly warmed also made Gu Chaoming feel the difference in thinking between people.People who can answer children like this should be very kind, not as frustrated as him.

"Because Doraemon hasn't met Nobita yet" and "Because Nobita is waiting for Doraemon to come home", the latter is easier for children to accept.

Such a heart-warming answer coupled with such a soft voice makes it easy for people to imagine a good-looking boy with a gentle face, but with the lessons learned from Su Bing's girlfriend, Gu Chaoming dare not jump to conclusions .

Wrapped in a doll costume, Gu Chaoming felt the standing boy squat down, trying to be at the same height as the little boy.

Curiosity made Gu Chaoming's eyes follow the squatting boy. He wanted to know what a person who could say such a thing looked like.

Because of the boy's squatting posture, the top of the boy's head first came into view.

The boy's hair is thick, thick and fluffy.

Gu Chaoming couldn't help being surprised when he saw the boy's face clearly.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly handsome.

His soft voice has a matching face, and his handsome face is definitely more attractive than his voice.

I have to admit that the boy can get high marks in terms of appearance and voice. If the girls in the store are there, they will definitely scream with excitement.

Seeing the young man, Gu Chaoming suddenly felt a little familiar, but felt that he had never seen him before.

After squatting down, the boy grabbed the little boy's chubby little hand and smiled, his thin lips parted slightly, revealing some white teeth.The boy's eyes were full of smiles facing the little boy. He grabbed the little boy's hand and led the little boy to take the rejected flyer from Gu Chaoming's hand.

The little boy reached out to the boy for a hug, and the boy put his arms around his armpits to hug him. The little boy shook the flyer in his hand to show the boy, and asked, "Brother, I helped Doraemon get this, Doraemon." Can Meng go home to accompany Nobita?"

The teenager hugged the little boy with one hand, pointed to the paper bag containing the leaflets in Gu Chaoming's hand with the other hand, and patiently explained to the little boy: "Doraemon has to distribute these to others before going home. Doraemon Meng is working, and he can't go home until he finishes his work."

"How long will Daxiong have to wait?" The little boy saw that there were so many leaflets in the bag.

The lively crowd at the end of the conversation between teenagers and children suddenly became chaotic. When the crowd heard the sound, they turned their heads to look at the source of the sound. When they saw someone rushing towards them, they panicked and gave way.

The crowd was divided into two sides like a split tide. Doraemon was squeezed in the chaotic crowd and was bumped by someone. The paper bag was too fragile to be squeezed and burst from the bottom.

Doraemon, who was supposed to be devastated by the scattered leaflets, was like a huge boulder in a crowded crowd. He let the crowd turbulently, and he stood motionless and frozen in place.

Two men in police uniforms ran quickly through the small hole where Doraemon's headgear was used to see the road. Doraemon was startled suddenly, and his heart was tightly clenched by a big hand.

The pain in his shoulder and the running figure of the police reminded him of the sin in his heart.

He went back to the barren road again.

The prisoner who tried his best to escape was finally caught by the police and knocked to the ground.

Standing in the crowd, Gu Chaoming saw the police handcuffing the prisoner's hands with silver handcuffs.

The silver handcuffs were shining brightly by the street lamps.

That thing will be cuffed to his hands one day, Gu Chaoming thought.

The crowd of spectators flocked to one side, chattering and discussing non-stop.

The air in the hood was stuffy, and the condensed sweat slipped down his cheeks. Gu Zhaoming didn't pay attention to it. He could only hear the buzzing voice of the crowd, as if he was in another world, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

It wasn't until the police began to evacuate the crowd that Gu Chaoming seemed to be picked up from the water.The sticky clothes stick back to the skin, the sweat slips down the back of the neck, the sweltering air steams the skin, and all the senses return to normal work.

It's just that there seems to be something missing in the hands. Looking down, there are leaflets at the feet like fairies scattered flowers.

Standing in the center of the leaflet, Gu Chaoming couldn't help chuckling, and squatted down to pick it up with some effort.

Small leaflets are troublesome and commonplace, they are everywhere, and no one would be surprised even if they are actually scattered into a flower.Clear footprints can still be seen on several leaflets.

Gu Chaoming squatted down, without raising his head, he knew that there must be passersby casting curious glances at him.No need to guess, you can imagine how pitiful Doraemon, who distributes leaflets, is in the eyes of passers-by.

Gu Chaoming didn't pay attention, he stared at the road with people coming and going, and numbly picked up the scattered leaflets one by one.

The paper bag containing the leaflets was so torn that it could no longer be used. Gu Chaoming could only hold the leaflets he picked up with his hands, pick up a small stack and arrange them neatly before picking up the rest.

The sounds of passers-by talking floated in the sky, and the sound of leather shoes, cloth shoes, and children's shoes touching the ground was mixed in my ears. A pair of sneakers suddenly broke into Gu Chaoming's world, and then a pair of small shoes stopped next to the sneakers.

One big and one small.

The boy squatted down to help Gu Chaoming pick up the leaflets on the ground. The little boy had small palms, imitating the boy to pick up the leaflets on the ground, picked up one and handed it to the boy, smiling brightly, working very hard, taking small steps to have sex Pick it up.

How kind, Gu Chaoming thought.

The boy's fingers were slender, his nails were neatly trimmed, and they were reflected by the lights on the side of the road.Gu Chaoming chose liberal arts, and his grades were not very good, so he searched for vocabulary in his mind, and finally selected the word "finger shaved onion" from his vocabulary.

Those sharp-fingered hands helped him pick up the last few leaflets on the ground, and arranged the picked leaflets squarely before walking to Gu Chaoming and handing them to him.

Seeing that it was inconvenient for him, the young man asked him not to leave. The young man who came back soon held a paper bag in his hand. He took the flyer from Gu Chaoming's hand and put it into the paper bag before handing it to him.

Gu Chaoming took it and said thank you. Through the hood, I don't know if the boy heard it.

The little boy was very happy knowing that he had done a good deed, so he clapped his hands happily beside the boy.

"Can Doraemon go home now?" the little boy asked.

The boy didn't know how to answer this time, he picked up the little boy and said, "It should be fine, why don't you ask Doraemon yourself?"

Gu Chaoming didn't answer the little boy, he just had to be a Doraemon who can't speak, lest his frustrating words break the little boy's imagination.

The little boy reached out to touch Doraemon, and the teenager hugged him and touched it: "Mom is calling us, let's go there."

After speaking, the boy looked at Gu Chaoming with a slight smile, grabbed the little boy's hand and waved goodbye to Gu Chaoming.

"Goodbye Doraemon~" said the boy.

The little boy also imitated him and said it again.

Carrying the bag given by the boy, Gu Chaoming raised his gloved hand to say goodbye to them.

The siren sounded from far to near, and the prisoner got into the police car. Gu Chaoming could imagine what he would look like in the future, and he would eventually sit in such a car, accepting the attention of neighbors and being pointed at by others.

He told himself not to think about it, but thinking is sometimes uncontrollable.

Doraemon still had more than half of the leaflets in his hand. He stared at the direction the police car drove away, feeling that the wind was too strong tonight, piercing through the sultry doll clothes.

He felt as if he was being pierced by the gentle night wind.