The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Everyone's present is linked to the past.

In the past, my persecution paranoia was not that serious.

My past is flat and boring, there is nothing to say.

My parents, both farmers, left early, leaving nothing but a ridiculous name for me.But also because it was too early and there was no emotion, so it was not too bad luck.

But I'm not a lucky person either, as I can prove with my past examples.

When reviewing, a book has 480 pages, and I reviewed [-] pages. In the final exam, I only took the [-] pages that I did not review.

Xia Meng has never been right, cheating will definitely be caught.

Conditions were improved as soon as they graduated from school, and old houses were demolished as soon as they moved.When my classmates went to the restaurant in a group, the food I ordered must have been missed by the waiter. When I went to do errands, I would definitely catch up with the staff at the window.

Which bus to take, which bus broke down, which city to move to and which city to have an accident.

The stocks I bought can go from soaring to financial fraud, and I can't get back a penny.

When I tried to start a business, I encountered various emergencies, and in the end I had to go bankrupt, and I couldn't even get back my capital.

When a person usually lives like a low-profile version of Reaper, even if he is a careless person, he has to learn to be cautious, which seems to be persecution paranoia.

Even so, I don't think I'm unlucky, but lucky.

The probability becomes fixed for me, and I only need to reverse the worst result to prevent all bad things in advance.

This is rather a kind of luck.Is not it?

But when I go out and see what other people's luck is like, envy naturally breeds.

Some people can win the lottery without working hard.

Some people don't need to investigate the market, and they can make a lot of money when they enter a new industry.

Some people can meet noble people and get help unintentionally.

When I was clear about this, I seemed to have a clear understanding in my heart.

Ah, my luck, isn't it a little bad?

Is this world not welcoming me and rejecting me?

Overthinking is a sin.

It makes me subconsciously reflect on the past.

Whenever I'm lucky, I get more and avoid more pain.What I do will be much less turbulent and less embarrassing.

Why am I the only one who keeps going through this kind of thing?

I seemed to be really annoying to God, so I decided, I'm going to hate it too.

This may be the spirit of Ah Q.

It hates me and makes me run into walls and down and out.I hate it and have nothing to do with it.

In this way, I don't know which day, I discovered my special ability.

At first I thought that the opportunity came, that I was the protagonist in some novels.

Isn't it all written like this?The protagonist with unique abilities has made a big career.

I like hero stories and comics, and I admit that I have a strong secondary color.

But before I had time to do anything, before I figured out what my abilities were, I was caught.

I just found out.My God, everyone in the entire village where I live has similar abilities.

The mayor who caught me looked very upset, but in the end he said nothing, just told me.This is actually a curse. It doesn't make much difference whether you have this ability or not.

How can there be little difference?

At that time, I didn't know, I just thought that all my previous bad luck might be due to this ability.

Anyway, bad luck can't be changed, at least it will get better after you have the ability, right?

I later left the village and realized that this ability is not ordinary.People outside are incompetent, because our village is not ordinary.It seemed to be a cursed place.

So I swelled, and I no longer considered myself an ordinary drop of water among the multitude.I realized that I stood out and stood out like a drop of red ink.

I began to consciously want to use my ability to do things, trying to prove that I am not ordinary.

But I can't.

It really doesn't make much difference whether you are capable or not.

I have encountered so many tragedies, and it seems that God has given me the ability, but it seems that I have nothing.

I am still an ordinary, ordinary person.

I can't get the people I like to like me.

I can't bring back friends who have drifted away.

I couldn't bring myself to rise to the top and succeed in my career.

I cannot restore sight to the blind or restore health to the sick.

Only when I meet a robber committing a crime, I can use some tricks to take him down.

The only time I need to spend money on something is that I can do a little trick and pretend I already own it.

It does nothing to help me realize my ambition.

I thought I was the protagonist, arrogant, and full of inappropriate thoughts. After entering reality, I was frustrated all the way and was repeatedly rejected.

The rules outside have already been written.I went outside, and it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, without any waves.Even if this is not a drop of ordinary pure water, but a drop of red ink.

People who have benefited from this set of rules, or people who have long been used to it, sneer at those who come later, and wait for me to change, to compromise, to change all the good but inappropriate aspects of myself before, and to pass the time. The above belongs to the life of mature adults.

But I don't like compliments and bragging, I don't like staying out at night, drunk like mud, forced to socialize, I don't like doing Tai Chi around, I don't like to use the excuse of favor to try in the gray area.

The intrigues, acid words, and inadvertent little moves of those people in the workplace made me feel ridiculous.

I know what the other party wants me to answer, I also know what the other party's purpose is, I know how he wants to plot against me, and I also know how to avoid it and how to build a good relationship with the other party.

But when I was young, I was never able to be euphemistic.

What I like most is to expose the opponent's tricks directly and appreciate his ugly face.

My mouth can't say a single good word.

So the result is obvious.

If you are addicted to your mouth, and you don't have the capital, it will be difficult to enjoy your life.

Unpopular character, coupled with very bad luck.I fell bitterly and never got up.

I claim to be excellent, but I can't find a place where I can live comfortably.

People always have to live.

So I can only compromise.

I suppressed the disgust in my heart, uttered euphemistic words, tried to follow the crowd, followed those people to do some gray things, and turned a blind eye to other people's behavior.

As long as I want to, I can do well.I have indeed gained a lot and become a successful person that everyone envies.Bad luck seems to be far away from me.

But after all, there is a flame in my heart. I want to take revenge on the God who didn't like me at the beginning. I want to get a high enough status and enough influence, and then use it as capital to change this dissatisfied person. outside world.

I will not forget the beginning because of everything I have gained now.I never forgot my original intention, I want to change everything that makes me dissatisfied.If I succeed in making the world the way I like it, I win.

I began to study hard on relevant knowledge and think hard about how to do it.I think I'm not good enough, there must be a solution.

I did make some progress, but I also lost a lot, and the more time passed, the more hopeless I became.

I'm like Don Quixote fighting the windmill.Ridiculous and ridiculous.

I don't know how many years later, it became clear to me that if I wanted to get to where I wanted to be, I had to lose something that was very important to me.

I'm not sure, if I throw away these things, when I stand in that position, when I have the ability to complete the original idea, will I still be able to find my original intention?

I don't even know, if I throw all these things away and do everything, can I get what I want?

I hesitated and hesitated, everything around me was so disgusting.

I suspect I'm sick and I need to see a therapist, but I know I'm fine.

I ask myself that I am not a conscientious person, but there will always be things that shock me offline.

When I was so anxious, my neighbor suddenly found me.

Well, my neighbor in the village is also a person with some special abilities.

She asked me if I wanted to go to a wonderful fictional world.

She smiled and said lightly.You can argue that it's a fictional world, fake.But how do you prove that where we are now is real.

For an individual, the truth or falsity of the world is an irrelevant issue.

She looks like a magic stick.

But I was silent, and I couldn't resist the temptation to start over.

I have no friends, only acquaintances with neighbors, no relatives, and there seems to be nothing here that I cannot give up.

If I reopen it, I can keep all the knowledge I have now, and I will probably get a better family background than I have now.I can do more, my starting point is higher, and the goal I want to achieve is no longer a fantasy.

I am indeed afraid of death, because my long-cherished wish has not been fulfilled, and I am afraid of death.But when I know that most of my long-cherished wishes will not come true, death becomes a trivial matter.

So I agree.

Sure enough, such an active act of killing is bound to go wrong.I managed to become Bolivar, but I also went off track and was thrown into an unknown world.

It's all little troubles.

After changing the world, everything is satisfactory.I suddenly had luck.The family is very rich and prestigious.I also had parents who were gentle, wise, and serious.All the happiness in front of me seems to be a dream.

I suddenly became a winner in life.I worked hard for decades in my previous life, but I didn't get [-] million assets. In this life, I was born with several hundred million more shares.

I seem to be able to easily achieve what I want without having to work as hard as before.After all, human nature is to love leisure and hate work. The comfortable life made me give up my dreams and ambitions all of a sudden, let the knowledge in my mind gradually disappear and rot, and enjoy my beautiful childhood life to the fullest.

Maybe it's because of another world, my health is not very good, I always get sick.But other than that, everything is perfect.

So, until the mother brought another child over.

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The author has something to say:

I am back.

Had some trouble last week and it's been sorted out.

Immediately afterwards, there was an epidemic, nucleic acid and ban at [-] o'clock in the morning every day...

Sorry to be off for a while.

A few extra chapters will be released today.

Bolivar wanted to go through on his own initiative, but he forgot.

The next chapter is Bolivar and Garcia's past, well, I think it's ok, but maybe a little sad?

感谢在2022-05-1609:08:42~2022-05-2519:33:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 paperweight and [-] broken box;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：。。50瓶；HANA、一只期末狗20瓶；左拥哒宰右抱5t510瓶；克洛伊5瓶；籽卜2瓶；岚、vv1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!