Lao Wang looked at his thin shoulders, which were somewhat deformed under the weight of a pile of quilts, tattered clothes and computer books, and finally couldn't bear to say: "Forget it, I think you are still..."
"Can I stay?" After hearing this, Haoran's eyes lit up and he raised his head eagerly.
"Of course not! What I mean is - you should put the package here, I will look after it for you, and when you find a place to stay, come and pick it up." The second half of Lao Wang's sentence broke Haoran's mind again.
beautiful fantasy.
"Thank you, Uncle Wang." Haoran's head hung down feebly. Knowing that he couldn't go back to the dormitory, he had no choice but to walk out of the door step by step.
"Oh, this kid..." Lao Wang shook his head behind him. This is how schools are now. They just blindly expand enrollment. It is not uncommon for college students to find no jobs and live on the streets after graduation.
Haoran spent five yuan on a bowl of the cheapest poached egg noodles from a small noodle shop without air conditioning next to the school. After a tiring day, he was very satisfied with the noodle soup that almost overflowed to the top of the bowl. He devoured the bowl.
The noodles were not expensive, but he thought it was a rare and delicious meal.
"It's delicious?" The proprietress squinted her eyes and looked at the student-looking person in front of her. It's rare for someone to appreciate the noodles they cooked so much.
"It's one of the best things I've eaten in this time." Haoran said in a vague voice while swallowing the noodles. He didn't lie. The school cafeteria was closed during the summer vacation. In order to save money, he could only
He eats instant noodles in his dormitory every day. The five yuan a bowl of noodles in front of him is already a rare luxury for him.
"I just like hearing what you say." The landlady's eyes narrowed with laughter, and she turned and left. After a few minutes, another bowl of noodles was brought up, and she said enthusiastically: "Look at how tall you are.
, one bowl of noodles is definitely not enough. This bowl is for me!"
"Thank you." Haoran's eyes were a little moist. When he was so depressed, the smile of the landlady and the bowl of hot noodles made him feel a rare warmth.
"Why are you so polite? Come on and eat." The proprietress smiled and hurriedly walked away to greet other customers.
Haoran carefully licked up all the soup in the two bowls before he burped and walked out of the noodle shop.
Night had fallen quietly unknowingly, and the slightly cool night breeze made him realize his current embarrassment again. Haoran raised his head and looked up at the sky. The stars in the sky shimmered from time to time, seeming to laugh at his incompetence. He
After carefully pocketing the remaining 195 yuan in cash, I walked aimlessly along the road.
There are a lot of luxury cars on the road. Today is the weekend. Most of the rich people in Sh City have had dinner in luxury hotels and are driving to their clubs to have fun. And he is carrying a "huge sum of money" of less than 200 yuan.
"Wandering around. Rent a house to live in? Just kidding, the cheapest shared house in SH city starts at 800 yuan.
"Country bumpkin, you're looking for death!" Unknowingly, he stood in the middle of the road, and a BMW braked urgently.
Are you going to die? Haoran's head went cold and he suddenly woke up. Could it be that he subconsciously wanted to die to escape from this situation?
No, he must not commit suicide. In order to support his education, his parents, whose annual income was less than 2,000 yuan, sold out all the valuable things in the family. Not only that, they also bent their skinny bodies and knocked on the doors of every house in the village.
At the gate, I received so many looks and shed so many tears before I could collect enough for my tuition.
Born in Xiaoshangou, he thought that by going to college and getting a higher education, he would go to heaven. But he never expected that graduating from college would be the beginning of his descent into hell.
His parents' prematurely gray hair and the premature wrinkles on his forehead all came to his mind at this moment. Under the streetlight, Sun Haoran covered his head in pain, and was so depressed that he almost screamed.
He had a splitting headache, and if he didn't find something to relieve his pain, he would collapse.
He stumbled forward and was accidentally knocked down by a black lump on the ground.
"Woof!" A dog barked angrily, followed by a pain in his right hind leg.
"Damn," he felt a trace of thick red blood flowing down his calf.
"Get out of here!" He kicked out hard, and a dirty stray dog flew out wailing.
"I hope it's not a mad dog." Sun Haoran muttered to himself as he watched the dog roll on the ground in the distance and run away in despair. The little money left in his pocket was not enough to vaccinate against rabies.
"Forget it. Although that dog is sloppy, its eyes are still very clear. It doesn't look like a mad dog." Haoran comforted himself. He wiped the blood on his hand on his sweatshirt and limped.
Stand up.
"The hotel is newly opened, all you can drink for 100 yuan." A large-character advertisement across the road attracted him.
"Madam boss, serve me a drink." The door of the bar was pushed open violently, and the thin figure was none other than Sun Haoran. They say that getting drunk can relieve a thousand worries. Perhaps only wine can allow him to vent all the things buried in his heart.
come out.
At the bar, a young woman in her twenties saw his sweatshirt still stained with blood. She didn't dare to say a word and quickly handed over a bottle of Baihua beer. Sun Haoran had seen this kind of wine in the supermarket before, and two
More than 1 yuan—a bottle of low-end stuff.
"Afraid I won't give you the money? Who would drink such a light wine!" Thinking of what he had experienced during the day, Sun Haoran felt extremely unhappy. Uncharacteristically, he banged the table and threw out a
Red Chairman Mao ticket.
"Yes, come right away." The young woman tremblingly handed over a bottle of white wine.
Without looking at the brand, Sun Haoran didn't even use the cup, he opened the cap of the bottle and poured it into his mouth.
"Sir, please slow down!" I have never seen someone so desperate. It was a 67-degree strong drink. The young woman couldn't help but advise.
"Why are you so slow? It says 100 yuan for all-you-can-drink on the poster outside the store. Do you want to default on your bill?!" Haoran suppressed the spicy feeling in his throat and clearly misunderstood the woman's thoughts. As he roared, he used the rest of his voice with dissatisfaction.
The half-liquid bottle banged against the bar.
"No, there's plenty of wine. Please invite me, sir." The young woman looked around the bar and quickly took out a few bottles of white wine and placed them on the table. Apart from the man in front of her and herself, there was only one person drinking in the shadows in the bar.
Woman, if something obviously goes wrong in this situation, obviously no one can help.
"That's pretty much it!" Haoran drank the remaining half of the bottle of white wine in one gulp, then raised his head and started to drink another bottle of wine. The spicy liquid entered his throat, which really made him feel a lot of relief.
He drank three bottles of liquor as if desperately. The power of alcohol finally made him unable to lift his head.
