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Rebirth: A Perfect Future Author: Zhao Jia Fusheng
brief introduction:
Life is alive, but between pitching.
As small as dust, before the sun and the moon in the Canghe River.
But don't be humble even if it's small,
To be the most dazzling mote of dust!
Chapter 1 Sweet Dreams
People cannot reap different futures with the same self. If you want to change your future, you must first change yourself.
Zhao Fusheng is very clear that there are too many things he wants to change.
As an old man who is over forty years old but not successful, he vaguely remembers that when he bought his first second-hand Nokia in [-], he called home excitedly, and that kind of happiness kept him up all night. And when he bought Apple's latest mobile phone seven years later, he no longer felt that excitement.
When he bought the first Xiali, he drove his parents to Binzhou Central Street for a walk. When he bought an Audi, he just posted a circle of friends.Although the car was finally sold for treating his father's illness, it didn't feel much to him.
Once upon a time, in the third year of junior high school, sitting behind the girl he had a crush on, he often showed a smirk.More than ten years later, there was a young and beautiful girl sitting next to her, but she didn't even bother to move her hands.
The threshold of happiness is getting higher and higher, and the price of wanting to be excited is getting higher and higher. This is one of the costs of growth.
Zhao Fusheng suddenly thought that Ma Yun said that the most regretful thing is to be Ali. Maybe this is not a hypocritical, because for everyone, the upper limit of struggle may be that one day you will no longer feel what happiness is like.
And just this morning, Zhao Fusheng overturned the desk of his immediate boss, the reason is very simple, because the guy who is as fat as a pig, relying on his sister, shamelessly stole the project that Zhao Fusheng spent half a year working on .
The release of anger naturally requires a price.
The box in his hand was the price Zhao Fusheng paid for his actions.
He was fired.
But Zhao Fusheng didn't regret it at all, because just yesterday, he got divorced, and now he is alone, without any worries.
Winners and losers, this is the lesson left by years and life to Zhao Fusheng, and it also made him understand what is the most precious thing in this world and what should be cherished the most.
But now, he just wants to get drunk.
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There are ripples in the breeze, and the sound of reading is heard not far away. This is an era where people still retain the last innocence. Perhaps after ten years, even the last pure land, the ivory tower, has lost its innocence.
It is said that character determines destiny. Many times, people don’t know that before experiencing the torture of life, our character is actually not fixed. Only after being ruthlessly destroyed by real life will we know what we are like. What kind of people should do.
When Zhao Fusheng opened his eyes again, he felt his face itchy, as if someone was whispering something in his ear.
His head hurt a little, Zhao Fusheng vaguely remembered that he was sitting in the food stall, drinking bottle after bottle of beer non-stop, and when he was drunk, he simply ran to the karaoke hall, called a princess, and asked her to sing that song to him all the time. "the brightest star in the night sky".
Then, it was the pouring rain after going out, and the last memory in my mind was that I seemed to see a light.
"Zhao Fusheng, is Zhao Fusheng here?"
An old voice sounded, Zhao Fusheng raised his head, and what caught his eyes was an old man with gray hair and glasses, holding a book in his hand.
Looking up, it seems to be a lecture hall of a university.
The eyes of the people around him were all focused on him, and the mottled sunlight in summer shone on his face. Although he was still a little confused, Zhao Fusheng raised his hand subconsciously.
"I am here."
"Well, next time I call your name, agree earlier."
The old man nodded and continued to roll the roll.
But at this moment, Zhao Fusheng seemed to be immobilized by someone, sitting there stupidly.
I must be dreaming!
Zhao Fusheng thought secretly, because he knew very well that he had had such a dream countless times. In the dream, he returned to the era when the white clothes were fluttering, and the time when he unscrupulously released his youthful blood.
However, after waking up from the dream, he is still the hard-working office worker who has been ruthlessly crushed by the annual rings of the years. He still has to work from nine to five, commuting between the subway and the bus station in order to make a living.
Once upon a time, when Zhao Fusheng occasionally remembered the time when he was young, he would smile slightly.
It was a good time, at least when you wanted to be quiet, no one asked you who quiet was in your ear.
Standing up slowly, Zhao Fusheng walked out of the classroom calmly, regardless of everyone's surprised eyes. Anyway, it was a dream. The old professor behind him loved him. He remembered that after he graduated, this person seemed to be expelled from public office because of academic fraud. with.
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"Will you remember tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday..." Putting his hand into the pocket of his jeans, Zhao Fusheng hummed a song, walking leisurely on the school path. He has seen poems and distant places, and he also likes the present The troubles, because behind those troubles, there are a hundred thousand kinds of fireworks and affection in the world.
Along the way, people of the same age kept passing by, and Zhao Fusheng looked at everything familiar and unfamiliar in front of him with great interest. For some reason, the dream this time was very clear, so clear that he had almost forgotten everything before. It's so vivid.
In the summer of [-], what did I do?
Zhao Fusheng thought about it while walking, but it was a little fuzzy. After all, it was too long, so long that he couldn't remember what happened.
The current me, a sophomore, finally got rid of the identity of a freshman, and my biggest hobby every day is generally lying on the window of the dormitory, watching those beautiful girls who are obviously freshmen pass by the window.
"Some people are deficient in zinc, and some are deficient in iron. At this time, what I lack the most is face." With a self-deprecating smile, Zhao Fusheng remembered that when he was in college, he had a bit of a second-year temper.
Zhao Fusheng is from a poor family, and his parents are only working class. The salary level of workers 20 years ago may be envied by everyone, but the salary of workers 20 years later can only be said to be enough to support life.
But at this time, I was not sensible, and I always asked my parents for money in different ways to buy clothes, mobile phones, and computers.
And parents have always loved themselves silently.
Until the day they grow old.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to be raised but not to be loved. This sentence may not be understood by many people when they are young, but they will only understand when they are really old.
"Otherwise, let's go home and have a look." A thought flashed in Zhao Fusheng's mind, and then this desire became irresistible, like a burning flame, quickly filling his whole body.
Touching his wallet, looking at the few red notes inside, Zhao Fusheng remembered that this type of [-]-yuan bill seemed to have been issued less than a year ago.
Walking to the school gate, waving, a taxi stopped in front of Zhao Fusheng.
"Master, the second courtyard."
When Zhao Fusheng said these words, his voice trembled a little.
Since the death of his parents, he has rarely returned to his old house.
Time is like a sieve, constantly filtering the people around us, some people stay in our lives, some people drift away, but no matter what, there will always be some people in our lives who warm this life four Seasons.
Zhao Fusheng is very clear that in adult life, being easy is a luxury, smiling is a kind of ability, persistence is a kind of responsibility, and hard work is a kind of obligation.
