Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Wang Miao got off work, and there was fog on the street. He took out the last cigarette in the cigarette case, bit it, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

The lights in the residential building are gradually turned on, and the warm yellow or white halo is rendered in the mist. At this time, most of the parents who get up early wake up their children, and then turn around and go to the kitchen to make breakfast. Tell the child to work hard and get ahead, Wang Miao thought so.

"Auntie, get a pancake." Wang Miao stopped in front of the breakfast stall, gasped in his palms and then rubbed them vigorously, "Add an egg and bacon, don't put any spicy food."

"I get off work late today." Auntie lowered her head and was busy with the work at hand, and chatted with Wang Miao when she had time, "You are so skinny, how can you be picky eaters?"

"It's not so thin. Today the director has another meeting, scolding this and that, as if we made a big mistake." Wang Miao scratched his head.

"Hey, you're not skinny yet. The wind can blow it away. It's not easy to work, and you have to suffer. Those bosses lose their temper and just pretend not to hear." Auntie looked at Wang Miao for a few times and shook her head. , "Speaking of which, you kids don't seem to be fat, you are all greedy for growth."

"Yes, if you don't grow tall, you will gain flesh." Wang Miao took the pancake and eagerly took a big bite. Although his teeth were grinning from the heat, in the early morning of late autumn and early winter, this kind of warmth is invaluable.

"Slow down, slow down." Auntie smiled, rubbed her palms together, breathed a sigh of relief, stood still and stomped her feet.

"It's delicious, let's go, auntie." Wang Miao wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and waved to her.

Wang Miao’s rented place is not far from his work place, 15 minutes away, it’s just the basement of one of his clients, it’s dark and damp, without windows, the environment is bitter but clean, after all, his enemies won’t Thinking of him actually living in the basement.

Wang Miao leaned on the wall and moved down little by little. He was afraid of the dark, but he stubbornly refused to turn on the flashlight. The reason was that Wang Miao despised himself for being hypocritical and forced himself to overcome it, but every time he scared himself. His legs were weak, and even the pancakes in his hand didn't taste good to him.

The half-eaten pancake was put on the table by Wang Miao. The child lay down on the bed and muttered, and then habitually curled up into a ball. He was sleepy, but not strong, so he opened WeChat and flipped through the missing ones from last night. Circle of friends.

Most of the posts in Moments are posts from colleagues, and usually only posts to attract customers, but most of the posts last night were about Jiang Lin, praising him for being good-looking, good at playing, and being extraordinarily generous. , For example, opened 8000 yuan of foreign wine to wash Chu Jiachen's hands, or gave Chu Jiachen's young masters acquaintance performance with rain and dew, just like a great sage, Wang Miao scratched his head when he saw it, he put away his phone, looked at The low wattage light bulb in front of his face was in a daze. He talked about practicing courage. In fact, he never dared to turn off that light to sleep. He would turn it on day and night. When he was bored, he just stared at it and thought about things. Then when you close your eyes, there is also light, so Wang Miao can fall into a dream in a daze.

It's just that Wang Miao's sleep is extremely shallow and the quality is also extremely poor. He often wakes up and has no sleepiness anymore. He can only play with his mobile phone on the bed with his knees in his arms, or be in a daze. I don’t want to go either. Usually the farthest distance is to go upstairs, then go straight to the convenience store downstairs opposite to buy a bottle of water, and then lie on the table in the store and play with my mobile phone.

Since going to the night show, Wang Miao has hardly gone out during the day. Wang Miao's complexion is not very good after taking off his makeup. He chooses to hide his face behind sunglasses and a mask. The one that Jiang Lin threw at him yesterday The banknotes were as small as 2000 yuan, which gave Wang Miao great courage to go shopping. Looking at the bustling streets, Wang Miao suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

"Hello, take a glass of lemonade away, it's ice cold, thank you." Seeing the cold drink shop on the side of the road, Wang Miao went in without looking back. Although his stomach problem was serious, he never took it to heart. When it hurts, he chews the painkillers like sugar balls, and when the pain stops, he becomes even more unscrupulous. Wang Miao himself said that it will count as long as this rotten bone lasts, and he doesn't force it.

Wang Miao lowered his head and took a big sip of the cold drink. He shook his head and couldn't wait to take a second sip. Wang Miao raised his glass to look at the store logo, mocking himself that one day he would be able to drink such an expensive drink. It was thanks to that Jiang Lin who hated him to the extreme, this is really a trick of good fortune.

Pingcheng is too big, Wang Miao walked to the soles of his feet in pain, he picked a bench and sat down for a while, squinted his eyes to see where he walked, but the more he looked, the more familiar it became, and at the end Wang Miao Miao stood up "Teng", thinking that he wouldn't be so small, could he walk around Jiang Lin's company with this way of walking?

"Wang Miao, what is he here for?" Fu Xizhou who opened the door to get in the car unintentionally glanced at the crowd, happened to see Wang Miao who was running around in the same place, he took off his sunglasses and narrowed his eyes to stare at the young man not far away , thinking about Wang Miao's intention to appear here at this time.

"What's the matter, brother Xizhou?" Chu Jiachen in the co-pilot raised his head and asked after fastening his seat belt.

"It's okay, you stay in the car for a while, I'm going to take care of something, and I'll be back in a while." Fu Xizhou put on his sunglasses again.

"Oh good." Chu Jiachen didn't doubt that he was there, and put on the blindfold to catch up on sleep after laying the seat flat.

"Hey, isn't this Wang Miao?" Fu Xizhou looked contemptuously at the bewildered child in front of him, pointed to the surrounding buildings and asked, "What are you doing here, looking for Jiang Lin?"

"I, I'm not, I'm not, I'm really not, I'm just lost." Wang Miao blushed and choked out these words.

"You'd better get lost, you know, if you let me know that you want to crawl on the bed and become a mistress, Xiao Chu will be upset, so be careful." Fu Xizhou raised his hand as if to hit him.

"No, I don't dare, how can I be worthy of Mr. Jiang's son of heaven." Wang Miao raised his hands and shrunk his neck to apologize with a smile, and he did it in one go, with an outrageous speed.

"Look at how cowardly you are. You have a face similar to Xiao Chu's. How come you haven't learned anything about him. This kind of virtue can't be put on the table at all." Fu Xizhou pointed at Wang Miao. give pointers.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Wang Miao was still smiling. First, he had no ability to mess with Fu Xizhou, and second, he had no one to protect him. All he could do was endure.

"Get out, don't let me see you here again." Fu Xizhou waved his hand.

Wang Miao fled from Fu Xizhou's sight as if he had been pardoned. He silently greeted Fu Xizhou's family, and stopped a taxi to flee as if returning to his own nest. Dare to have a fight with Fu Xizhou, Wang Miao became more and more angry, cursed Fu Xizhou's family members became more and more vicious, and drank more and more drinks.

So like revenge, after getting off the car, Wang Miao's stomach started to act like a monster. He resisted and moved to the door of his own basement. Looking at the dark entrance, he felt dizzy. After falling down, Wang Miao's head hit the basement door with a "boom" after a while. Miao endured the pain, and beads of sweat hung on the tip of his nose.

For a moment, Wang Miao felt that he was going to die, but this time there was no well-meaning person to call an ambulance for him. It's okay, Wang Miao gradually stretched out his body in a daze, and his stomach became much better. He didn't believe it. Gods and Buddhas, but at this time he believed. He wanted to ask those gods and Buddhas, can they not let him become a human again in the next life, it is good to be a flower and plant, but it is too sad to be a human.

Wang Miao was just thinking wildly like this, and when he regained consciousness, he was still lying on the same spot, his head, shoulders, hips, and knees ached terribly. Look, it's the director's call.

"Hello." Wang Miao picked it up and spoke weakly.

"What the hell are you doing?" The director's tone was unusually irritable.

"I'm sorry, I slept through, I'll be right there!" Wang Miao raised his breath and carefully discussed with the director.

"Are you a dead person? What time do you get off work? You can't wake up for eight hours. Is the wages paid for your retirement?" The director obviously didn't want to let Wang Miao go just like that.

"I'm sorry, I'll be right there!" Wang Miao struggled to get up on the ground, he knelt on the ground and beat his head vigorously to wake himself up.

"Hurry up, it's only 15 minutes, before I can kill you." The director hung up the phone after cursing.

Wang Miao wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, and raised his head to force the remaining tears back. He gritted his teeth, stood up, went into the room, quickly changed his face, changed his clothes, and went to the shop gritted his teeth. He cherishes this job very much. He is very poor. If he wants to live, he will persist even if he is dying.