star chaser poem

During those days, Fu Jing's life was very simple, earning money to practice the piano, sleeping, and trying not to make herself too tired.

At that time, he still had black hair parted in the middle. When he went to work, he had to take off all the earrings and rings, and tie a small braid behind his head that could be tied up.

The performance assistance work is mainly concentrated on weekends, so he arranges the attendance time of the convenience store on weekdays.

The store is located in the downtown area near Sakata. Fu Jing usually goes to work by bicycle. Whenever the weather is cold, both kneecaps will be blown apart by the wind.

Working in a convenience store is not difficult, and you hardly need to use your brain once you get started.

He loves organizing shelves and hates standing at the cash register.The store manager will ask them to actively sell membership cards to customers while checking out, and they have to speak a long list of nonsense explaining the points rules, which is quite taxing for the throat, and the voice will become hoarse and smoke if they talk too much.When the store manager is away, he always pretends to be deaf and dumb, and only uses his expression to receive customers.

There is a small note attached to the bottom of the cash register. Every time a membership card is sold, a horizontal line must be drawn under her name. Fu Jing has to cheat from time to time to cover up the crime of sabotage.

Because he often opened cartons and touched product packages, his hands were covered with all kinds of inexplicable scratches and wounds, some of which he did not know where he got them from; the skin on the surface of his hands became rough and white, like a A scarred warrior.

Except for an hour of lunch break, there is almost no chance to sit down and take a breath; and because of standing for too long, he started to suffer from knee pain at a young age.

In order to save daily expenses, Fu Jing's diet is mainly based on cheap carbohydrates suitable for physical labor, but once he gets busy, the time for eating will not be fixed. Sometimes he squats down to set up goods. If he wants to stand up again, he will be hit by hypoglycemia The resulting dizziness was ruthlessly crushed.

Very occasionally, when there were no customers in the store, he would sneak into the dark warehouse to rest while the people around him were not paying attention.

The storage warehouse in the store is located in the triangular area under the stairs. There is a thick iron door, which is used to store some sundries that are not used temporarily. Usually, few people come in and out.

Fu Jing would find a piece of cardboard to lay on the ground, and when he squatted down, his joints would always make a rusty and dry sound. In this confined space filled with the smell of cardboard boxes and plastic, he dozed off with his knees in his arms.

The dust floating in the air, the faint musty smell, the faint sound of the automatic doorbell coming from the wall—he hid in this dark and lonely planet, feeling the rhythm of his own breathing, and was separated from the whole world for such a short time, Hope no one ever finds him.

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The daily compulsory course is to rush in to buy discounted meat before the supermarket closes.When you are too tired or have no money, you simply don’t eat, buy the largest bottle of bottled water, and self-hypnotize yourself to say that your body is thirsty rather than hungry.

Fu Jing likes cooking very much, but doesn't like washing and choosing vegetables.So I would spend my rest day washing and cutting up enough vegetables and meat for a whole week, put them in equal parts into airtight fresh-keeping bags and freeze them, one bag is the ration for a meal.

On days when he was too lazy to start a fire, he would also go to the small shop downstairs to buy ready-made bento.The store's main customers are taxi drivers and construction workers working on nearby construction sites.

The price of the bento is very cheap. There are more rice than vegetables, and they are all home-cooked. The pickles made by the owner will be put inside to relieve the embarrassment of excess rice.

The owner of the store is an old couple with gray hair. The grandfather is a hunchback, hiding behind the curtain of the store and cooking food without saying a word; while the grandmother stands at the door of the store, responsible for collecting money and receiving guests.Every time Fu Jing went to visit, she always filled a lot of rice, or gave him a bottle of tea and a small bag of snacks, saying that he looked too thin and the back of his hand was full of bones.

These mediocre and mediocre days are like black paint, covering up the colors of his past life one by one, leaving only the same grayness in the end, making people unable to distinguish the original appearance.

Only when he enters the performance venue as a behind-the-scenes staff, the dim rainbow that has almost disappeared will glow with color after a long absence.

At that time, Fu Jing signed a contract with the dispatch company, and the company would take over the work and assign it to each roadie. The artists he followed each time were different, and the music styles were also very different. He sometimes went to the scene of idol groups to help.

On this day, the assigned task is to go to the live scene of Eri's band to do support.

The livehouse is called Green Lin, located in the suburbs of Kure City, and is quite famous throughout the country.Whether a special performance can be held in Greenscale can even be used as the basis for judging the band's mainstream debut.The capacity of the facilities ranges from 2000 to [-] people, which is four times that of ordinary underground bands.

As for Eri's, it is a new band with a very rapid rise in recent years, and it has been in its fifth year since its formation.The most representative of the band is the fierce and beautiful guitar melody, as well as the handsome and charismatic lead singer.

Although the style of music is heavy, but the pursuit of easy listening, they are keen to integrate various fashionable elements into the original style, so the audience is not narrow.The most prominent feature of the work is the superb arrangement and avant-garde consciousness. He is one of the seniors who Fu Jing wants to watch the performance in private.

When Eri's was on tour before, Fu Jing's band used to be an opening guest to build momentum for them; but now when they meet Eri's again, there is no place for him on that shining stage.

One of the responsibilities of a roadie is to carry and maintain equipment. In order to prevent physical exhaustion during work, Fu Jing will definitely eat seriously.

It was when he unloaded all the boxes from the equipment cart and stood aside to check the numbers according to the checklist, his body suddenly seemed to be leaking electricity, and a dizzying chill tightly strangled his throat.Half of the scenery in front of him was forcibly cut off, and the remaining half was crumbling in his narrow field of vision.

Fu Jing exhausted her remaining strength to move to a corner to rest, the base of her tongue flooded with an uncontrollable acid, and the overwhelming nausea made people feel nauseous.

He just squatted on the ground with such difficulty, like an antique TV set with frequent malfunctions, the reception of the signal was good and bad, and the imaging of the picture was intermittent.

"Are you OK?"

The chaotic electric waves formed a clear voice, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, from slow to fast, from far to near, and finally stopped by his side: "Can you stand up? Take your time, I will support you .”

Fu Jing was speechless, her eyes were in chaos, covered with irregular gray noise, she just let the other party lift his arm, put it on his neck, and then supported his leaky body, not knowing where to go where.

He was like a sweaty ice cube, the lower half of which seemed to melt into a puddle of liquid, and the soles of his feet were vacant and weak.

The man took him to the lounge dedicated to the staff, placed him on the sofa to lie down, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead.

At this time, Fu Jing couldn't hear or see clearly, as if she was pressed under the water, and her sensory perception was degraded, except that when the two of them got close, they smelled a sweet blueberry smell.

After a while, someone popped a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, and fed him a few sips of warm water.

Fu Jing hasn't tasted this kind of thing that pleases the taste buds for a long time. The undissolved cocoa butter sticks to the inner wall of the mouth, and the violent sweetness makes his teeth ache.

The intake of sugar makes the brain gradually wake up.He lay down for a while, slowly regained some strength, and was eager to sit up.

The girl who worked together hurriedly came over and asked with concern: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

As he spoke, he chewed on what he said word by word: "It's much better. I'm sorry to trouble you." At this time, a black sweater slipped off his body, and he recognized it as Eri's band peripherals .

"Jinghe brought you here just now, remember to thank him." The girl said, handing over a can of orange juice.

Fu Jing's fingertips froze and almost missed, "Who?"

"Eri's guitarist, he's really handsome."

Fu Jing's face was already pale because of hypoglycemia, but after hearing this sentence, his face turned ashen.After a long silence, he finally uttered angrily: "...Did I cause trouble?"

The other party was amused by this loveless look, and said softly: "It's okay, he was afraid that you would be embarrassed by the higher-ups, so he didn't tell the person in charge, only a few of us migrant workers know."