Ching Ming Festival.

On the streets of Sijiucheng.

A young man held up a huge white plastic air bag and took a deep breath while walking, then showed an intoxicated expression on his face.

Pedestrians on the road looked at him in surprise.

"It's so cool!"

He opened his arms and shouted, then closed his eyes slightly, as if he had entered a blurred space.

"Idiot, right?"

Someone was talking quietly.

"You're either crazy or stupid!"

Someone came to a conclusion.

Bangge turned around and looked at the people who were talking about him, showing a strange and scary smile.

"A bunch of vulgar people! What do you know? This is called fashion! If you don't understand, don't compare!"

BangGeng shouted loudly.

People around him were so frightened that they dispersed.

Bangge continued to roam freely on the street holding the air bag.

At the corner of the street, several young people smoking cigarettes and looking at the figure of Bangjie could not help but whisper, and then burst into malicious laughter.

Bangge didn't know that he had been targeted by bad luck.

He was still immersed in the trends and fashion dreams described to him by the manager of Shenghe store.

Especially that much-anticipated fantasy.

He was so eager to attract attention.

His biggest wish in this life is to be noticed by everyone.

…

We are almost reaching the alley of the Siheyuan.

BangGeng suddenly woke up.

The air bag in my hand seems to have lost its magic power.

"I do not want to go home."

He looked in the direction of the courtyard and murmured.

When he thinks of his grandmother, mother, and Uncle Zhu at home, he becomes irritable.

He is a young man in his twenties who spends his days doing nothing, wandering around here and there. You can imagine the emptiness in his heart.

No matter how much his grandmother and mother loved him, they could not fill the emptiness in his heart.

What's more, now I still face the problem of finding a job.

The two thousand yuan in his hand had been spent, and he became a pauper again.

He didn't regret spending the two thousand.

I'm just more confused about reality.

Yes, confused.

He felt huge emptiness and boundless confusion.

…

"Hey, man, what's going on?"

A boy with a flat head approached the stick and asked with a smile.

And handed over a cigarette.

Banggan was confused, so when he saw the cigarette, he took it.

Pingtou said: "Brother, your air bag is pretty good, isn't it?"

Banggeng thought he had met a soulmate and said happily: "You know me too? Haha, it is indeed a trendy fashion item! I just bought it, isn't it good?"

Crew cut: "Not bad, not bad. It matches your outfit. In one word, absolutely!"

When Banggeng heard the compliment, he immediately became happy.

This is the first time he has been appreciated outside the Shenghe store. It shows that fashion is not alone, and there are always close friends.

Pingtou took the opportunity to ask: "Brother, how much did it cost?"

Banggeng looked proud: "Two thousand, cash! I bought it at the Shenghe store in front of me. If you want to buy it, hurry up, he didn't buy a few items!"

When Pingtou heard the price, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said: "Hey, buddy, it's really cool. It's two thousand at a time! This is definitely what you get in Sijiu City!"

As he spoke, he raised his thumb.

Bangge’s pride instantly exploded.

Pingtou took the opportunity and said, "Brother, I saw the grimace on your face just now. What's wrong? Let me talk to you. I'll help you sort it out."

Bangge looked in the direction of the courtyard, and his mood couldn't help but sink.

Pingtou took the opportunity to light a cigarette for him, and the two of them leaned on the railing on the street and started chatting.

"Hey, that's what happened!"

After listening to Bangge's narration, Pingtou patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, what a big deal! Isn't it just that I feel depressed?"

Banggeng nodded and said, "Yes, I'm just depressed and can't find my direction."

Flathead: "Hey, why do you think so much? Just have fun!"

Banggeng's eyes lit up: "Yes, I just want to feel good, but I can't feel good no matter what. This bag of laughter makes me feel bad. I don't even know what's wrong with me."

Pingtou said: "It's easy! Come with me!"

With that said, he put his arms around Banggou's shoulders and walked towards a building.

…

On the roof.

In the midst of a pile of rubbish, several arrogant young men were lying in a state of confusion, their eyes blurred and their expressions rippling.

If it weren't for the occasional sound of Shen Jin coming out of their mouths, outsiders would really think they were dead.

BangGeng and XiaoPuTou are here.

"Dude, sit down wherever you want!"

Xiao Pingtou said casually.

Bangge looked at the people on the ground in surprise.

"Look at them, this is so cool!"

Ping Tou said meaningfully.

Bangge saw the satisfied smiles on the faces of the people lying on the ground, and suddenly felt a little yearning for them.

He also wants that feeling of satisfaction.

"Here, buddy, you'll know after you try it!"

Flathead quickly made a bottle, and after some skillful manipulation, a device with a tube came out.

BangGeng took it, looking at a loss.

"Learn from me."

The other party said with a smile, and then put the straw...

(If you can’t write, just make up your own mind)

After a while.

Banggeng lay down with an intoxicated look on his face.

Flathead raised another syringe: "Brother, do you want something more exciting?"

Banggeng nodded numbly.

A needle is slowly inserted into the blood vessel.

…

"Mad, why don't you have a penny?"

"If you search again, you're wearing such good clothes and buying an air bag worth two thousand yuan. How can you have no money?"

"There really isn't any, I've searched everything!"
To be continued...