There is never a shortage of bustling crowds here. Everyone is walking quickly with their heads down, looking like they are in a hurry. They are busy living, or busy dying.
There are hundreds of thousands of street corners in this city. One of them is composed of two perpendicular intersections called Gubei Road and Xianxia Road. There is a building in the northeast of the street corner called Far East International Building, and there is a building downstairs.
The coffee shop called Starbucks is always full of people.
At this moment, a man with mediocre looks, mediocre body, and mediocre family background came to Shanghai from his hometown in Shandong after the college entrance examination, managed to graduate with a master's degree in law, and then, for the sake of a breath, a face, or something that he couldn't explain, he went to this materialistic world.
I lingered in the steel and concrete forest, and from then on I was alone and lonely. No one appreciated or even cared about me. After I joined an equity investment company and took a job, I stumbled around in the workplace for three years.
The 28-year-old male white-collar worker, who is still an ordinary employee, is sitting here quietly. His expression is lonely and he looks a little melancholy.
Melancholy is one of the expressions you must put on in a place with a petty bourgeoisie like Starbucks.
I am this melancholy man, sitting here looking at the busy people, smelling the aroma of coffee, with a laptop in front of me, and the page of h is reflected on the screen. I like to look at this real-life map, like God looking down on the world.
.It feels very poetic. Moreover, with just a tap of the positioning button, the screen can quickly track your location.
It makes me feel that I really exist and am alive. At least, this program can find me. At least there are three satellites in the distant sky that can locate me.
My existence needs to be proven through this feeling of being watched.
Because I am an authentic "** silk", usually, I will be remembered by people only under one circumstance——
The phone rang. "Mr. Wang" was displayed on the screen.
I sighed, closed the laptop, stood up, pressed my finger on the answer button, and walked out. I walked so coolly because I actually didn't order anything. A cup of coffee cost more than 3 yuan, and I couldn't bear to drink it.
When his finger released the answer button, there was a deafening roar. This sound could be heard without putting the phone to your ears: "Lin You! What the hell did you give me! How do you write this report?
Did you use your brain? Where did you die? It took you so long to eat? The company pays you a salary, not just for free! Come back to me quickly and redo the report!"
After being submissive for a while, I hung up the phone. I cursed in my mind: "I bought a watch last year! It's not you who paid me my salary. What the hell are you saying? This report is for the big boss to see. It's your responsibility."
Let me write, besides being a hands-off shopkeeper and leaving all the work to me, what else can you do? What else can you do?
If you, as a director, can do everything you need to accompany your clients to eat, bathe, and take care of themselves, I can do it too!"
I kept scolding in my heart, after all, the official rank is overwhelming. Alas! "People have to bow their heads under the eaves!" I sighed to the sky, "Be poor and endure, and you can't sleep and squint! I'm afraid of him!"
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The phone rang again.
This old boy, is he kicking his nose in his face? One phone call made him scold me, and another one came? I bought a watch last year! Suppressing the anger in my heart, I picked up the phone and took a look. It turned out to be my undergraduate classmate and best friend. He was young.
Li Haibo has already become a partner in a law firm at a young age.
"Hey, Silly Boy, aren't you dead yet?" That's what I said. It's a pure greeting between men.
"Almost," Li Haibo replied weakly, "Do you have time?"
"What's wrong?" As soon as I heard that his tone of voice was no longer as vulgar as before, I knew something was wrong and asked quickly.
"I was diagnosed with premature heart beat and I need to be hospitalized for surgery. No one signed for me. Come and sign for me if you have time."
"Fuck, whichever hospital, just wait and I'll come!"
I immediately rushed to the side of the road, hailed a taxi, and after listening to Li Haibo report his address, I said to the driver: "Chest Hospital, it's an emergency!"
After hanging up the phone, I called Mr. Wang. When he was angry and asked for a temporary leave, naturally he got scolded. But there was nothing he could do to me.
Like Li Haibo and I, the upper class, whose parents and relatives are all in our hometowns, are living alone in this materialistic and indifferent city. When encountering a serious illness, there is no one to take care of it, so we can only lie down at home and rely on
Resistance and vitality are fighting hard. Fortunately, I am young after all. At this age, I can still bear the general fatigue and pain - as the saying goes, before the age of 50, exchange money for money, after the age of 50, exchange money for life. This is what is said
It’s those of us who live in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou.
Injuries and injuries are nothing. The key is that when you undergo surgery, you need signatures from relatives and friends. Only then do you realize how lonely and helpless you are. You don’t dare to tell your parents thousands of miles away, and you don’t have a wife or girlfriend. You can only
Scroll through your phone's address book to find the most reliable and trustworthy person for help.
Li Haibo thinks that I am the most reliable and trustworthy person. Besides taking a taxi immediately to support him, what else can I do?
When I arrived at the Chest Hospital, I rushed to room 803 on the 8th floor. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Li Haibo sitting on the hospital bed chatting with an uncle next to him. He looked so high-spirited. I went over and looked at him for a while and asked: "What the fuck?"
, what's going on? I heard you talk so weakly. I thought you were lying on the bed and about to die. Why are you so lively? "
Li Haibo chuckled and said, "The operation will start in a moment. I have to find someone to sign it quickly. How could you come so fast if it wasn't serious? This is Boss Gu, here to say hello." He introduced me to the surgery.
Uncle patient.
I nodded and smiled at the uncle, and as a greeting, I walked over and punched Li Haibo, and asked: "You are so coquettish that you could even go to the house and lift the roof. Are you okay?"
Li Haibo briefly told me that this so-called premature heart beat means that certain nerves in the heart are over-excited, causing the heart muscle it controls to beat faster than other parts of the heart, which makes people very uncomfortable.
This is a phenomenon that happens to almost everyone. But his condition is more serious, with one premature beat every seven or eight heartbeats. The doctor said that if his situation is not treated as soon as possible, it will develop into myocarditis, and then myocarditis will develop again.
If it continues to develop, it will lead to sudden death.
I was sweating after hearing this: It turns out that many people are only two steps away from sudden death.
But, after all, the problem lies in the heart. How to perform this operation? Do you need to make a cut on the skin of the heart?
Just then the doctor walked in, saw me standing next to Li Haibo, and asked me if I was here to sign.
I nodded.
The doctor called me into a conference room, told me his surname was Zhu, and then introduced the operation. The general idea was to make a small hole in Li Haibo's thigh, insert a tube into it, and extend it all the way to the heart.
.The front of this tube is a soldering iron. Once you gently heat the disobedient nerve in your heart, it will be honest from now on.
Just when I listened to this introduction and couldn't help but marvel at the miraculous development of modern medical technology, the doctor changed the subject and began to introduce the risks of this operation - various dangers, scares, sequelae and possible recurrences.
, makes you feel that even if the operation is successful, the person is basically half-disabled. I can understand why it is said in the TV series that the doctor’s words before the operation can scare the family members into fainting.
But I still signed. Immediately, Li Haibo was pushed into the operating room.
I was told that I had to wait until the operation was over and the results were confirmed before I could leave. So I returned to Li Haibo's ward and chatted for a few words with the uncle whom Li Haibo called Boss Gu. After I found out that he was a real estate boss, my stomach churned.
It was these people who made it impossible for me to buy a house. So I stopped talking to him and sat on the bed in a daze.
There are three beds in this ward. Li Haibo's bed is in the middle. Boss Gu is on the bed on the left near the door. There should be someone on the bed on the right by the window, but the strange thing is that the bed is covered with a circle to prevent light.
The plastic curtain covered it so you couldn't see inside.
I put the pillow up and put it behind my back. I leaned on the head of the bed and looked at the curtain. I suddenly remembered the love action movies in the island country, the temptation series of nurse uniforms with names like "Night Ward" and so on.
The disease usually occurs in hospital beds surrounded by opaque curtains.
So I thought of all kinds of girls in nurse outfits, all kinds of beautiful legs in stockings, all kinds of scenes with a slight queen style scolding you not to move around, and be obedient to take injections, etc., and then I thought of the accidental contact between hands, mouth and face.
The inadvertent friction, and the bursting of the clothes on the chest...
Evil thoughts can sprout at any time in the body of a 28-year-old man who is full of vitality but does not have a girlfriend.
But I have never put it into practice. I have never pursued a particularly beautiful girl, and I am afraid of being rejected.
**Si counterattacks Bai Fumei? This kind of plot only exists in novels.
I have also seen many beauties on the subway, beauties that make people shine. Then when you look to the side, there will always be a tall and handsome boy, which instantly makes you lose confidence.
Just like what Chan Xiaochun sings in his song: "She is like a fairy, she is so beautiful, heroes and beauties cannot belong to the same country. I am so ordinary, I can't speak. I know the result of chasing her in my heart, I don't have that kind of
Damn it, there is no reason for her to fall in love with me. I don’t have that kind of destiny, and it won’t be my turn..."
I always sing this song when I go to karaoke with my friends. When your mood resonates with a song, you sing it with emotion and feeling, and you can always sing it well.
However, the more I sing this song, the less confident I become, and the more I sing it, the more frustrated I become.
While I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground.