The cold called loneliness is a disease of youth. I don’t know if I am still young now, but I really want to get sick and go crazy.
Because tomorrow is the day to hand in the paper, but I haven't finished writing it yet. Now I can only hope that I'd better get seriously ill so that I can delay Liu Mingming for two days.
Although I can escape the first day of junior high school, I can't escape the May Day, but it is still a procrastination plan. I try to buy some time so that I don't have to stay up all night to write a paper like now. At this time, my head is full.
Sweating profusely, I was typing hard in front of the computer in the small rented house and thinking. This graduation thesis is really fucked up. It is originally a boring topic, but it requires you to compose a 20,000-word essay.
Only then can you pass the test. This is simply formalism! Formalism really kills people.
Time is really slow. It seems like it’s already the second semester of my junior year in the blink of an eye. Now there are basically no classes. My classmates in the same year have all joined the ranks of job hunting, and of course I am no exception.
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In fact, there is a reason why I haven't written a thesis until now, because I have been crazy busy these days, and I am about to graduate, which means I have to move out of the dormitory, but now I belong to
As a three-no contestant, I don’t have anything I want. I can’t afford to rent a house by myself. I can only find someone to share the house with others.
Fortunately, Bao Long and his girlfriend were also looking for a house, which suited me, so I shamelessly asked him to count me in and rent a small house with two bedrooms and one living room. Bao Jinlong is indeed quite a brotherly brother.
He is not the henpecked type, because once I saw his wife hitting him with a mop pole, and he stood up straight and didn't move.
Later, when we were drinking, he told me that the reason why he didn't move was that the more he moved, the harder he got. This was a valuable experience. I couldn't help but sigh when I saw him hiding in the toilet to smoke.
, it turns out that being single is actually not bad.
Although his wife is indeed very fierce, our relationship has always been very good, and my brother and I also have a unique skill in cooking. So her wife also agreed that we and I would rent a house together.
Since I have been busy looking for a house for the past two days, I delayed my thesis work. I finally moved out of the dormitory today and tidied up the rented house. It was already around ten o'clock in the evening.
The three of us were exhausted. After grabbing some midnight snacks and taking a random bite, we each went back to our respective rooms to sleep.
They both calmed down, but I remembered that damn thesis. I had no choice but to force myself to open my precious second-hand notebook, start looking for all kinds of useless information on the Internet, and then drag it into my notebook.
I was making up the numbers in my thesis. My mind was filled with all kinds of curse words for the person who invented the graduation thesis.
Actually, thinking about it, my three years of college are about to pass, but I have learned very little, and the professional courses I have learned are not very solid, but "Sanqingshu" gave me a general understanding.
Because since that trip to Jingbo Lake, I have to study the "Sanqingshu" every night before going to bed, and every fifteenth day, I shamelessly drag Uncle Jiu to tell me some stories about gods and ghosts. So now I am
, I dare not say that it can be compared with Mr. Liu back then, but if I encounter a character like Wutong Shen again, I will be able to get rid of it without much effort.
But these are dragon-slaying skills and cannot be used to make a living at all. You must know that my current situation is quite dangerous. I will face unemployment after graduation. If I can't find a job, what dignity do I have to go home and see Jiangdong's elders?
Alas, I get angry when I think of this. I think I am also a person who has experienced life and death, but at this time I am so troubled by such trivial matters. But I have to get rid of the anger I am looking for. So I lit a cigarette,
I can only accept my fate and continue to code, which is an evil form of formalism.
At almost four o'clock in the morning, I finally coded out a decent graduation thesis. I let out a long sigh. At this moment, I finally understood what it felt like to hold back six words in two hours. The work of coding
This is really not done by humans, it takes too much brains.
Exhausted, I quickly took off all my clothes after setting the alarm clock, and then dove into my sexy bed.
It seems that I have developed a habit. Now whenever I want to sleep, I will naturally enter the realm in "The Book of Three Purities". Mountains, rivers, birds and beasts appear in my mind. This is really 'Thousands of Peaks Open Halberds, Ten Thousand Renren Open.'
Screen. The sun reflects the misty light and locks the green. The rain has harvested and the dark color is cold and green. The dead vines are entangled with the old trees, and the ancient crossing is a quiet journey. Strange flowers and auspicious grasses, bamboos and pine trees.'
I fell asleep unknowingly. When I was woken up by the alarm clock, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. I got up in a hurry, but Bao Jinlong and his wife had not gotten up yet. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went out to take the bus.
I took the bus to the school. The bus in Harbin in the morning was very crowded. Fortunately, I was young and strong. After the bus drove for two stops, I quickly grabbed a seat. I thought there were still a few stops to the school. This section
It was just a good time to close my eyes and relax for a while. But it didn't last long. Just when I was sitting on my seat for a while, the public car passed another stop and a woman got on with a child in her arms.
The woman looked quite young, as if she was less than thirty years old. It was really terrible. It was so inconvenient to hold a child and she had to squeeze into the bus. But I forgot that no one offered her seat. I thought it would not be easy for her anyway, no matter what.
, it would be troublesome if there were children squeezing in. Anyway, a big boy like me would be too tired to stand for a long time, so I quickly got up and asked the woman to sit here with me.
After she sat down, she said thank you to me. I smiled at her, because there were many people around and it was difficult to move around, so I grabbed the handle of the bus and stood next to her.
The little boy he was holding was quite cute, about four or five years old, with a tiger-like head and a pair of big bright eyes. At this time, his little hands were holding two big meat buns packed in environmentally friendly paper bags and chewing them seriously.
I looked at this guy eating so happily, and suddenly thought that I hadn't eaten in the morning. At this time, the aroma of the meat buns in his hand penetrated my nostrils without any bias, and the glutton in my stomach began to stir.
stand up.
The more I thought about not being hungry, the more hungry I became. I looked at the child eating the steamed buns and thought to myself, you can eat as long as you want, kid, please don't complain, it will make me hungry.
Just when I wanted to distract myself, I suddenly realized that something was wrong with this fat boy. I couldn't tell exactly what was wrong for a while. I just felt that he was sitting on his mother at the moment, and there was something between his eyebrows.
There seems to be a dark air.
You must know that if there is black energy between the eyebrows, it is probably not a good thing. Either the anger is weak, or it is troublesome. But such a small child should belong to human beings.
When fire energy is at its purest, it should logically be the age when all evil spirits are away from the body. How can black energy appear?
Could it be that I was dazzled? Just when I wanted to take a closer look, the bus announced its stop and I arrived, so I could only get off the bus with doubts.
Since I just saw that guy eating steamed buns so beautifully, I went to a Nanjing soup dumpling shop and bought a basket of steamed buns, and ate them while walking out. I was thinking, maybe it really is.
I must have read it wrong.
Forget it, I can’t even cry at the ancestral graves, so I won’t cry at the mass graves. So I walked into a copy shop while eating steamed buns, took out the USB flash drive from my pocket, and asked the boss to help me copy my graduation copy.
After printing out the paper, I took this fatal paper to the school.
Speaking of which, I haven't seen Liu Mingming for a long time. When I walked into his office, I found him playing happily on the computer. He seemed to have the intention of changing jobs recently. After all, this school is too shabby, so he planned to send him away.
We left directly after this semester. After chatting with him for a while, I handed the paper to him.
He asked me what I had been doing recently, and I answered him that I was doing nothing, just fooling around.
He said to me: "You've been working for three years, that's enough, right? Have you been looking for a job recently?"
I thought to myself, I don’t want to hang out, but you think jobs are so easy to find, brother. So I said to him: "I will go to the job market tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. By the way, how many people in our class have found jobs?"
Are you already at work?"
Liu Mingming was sitting on a chair, with his legs crossed and a small cigarette in his mouth. He glanced at me and said to me: "It must be half. We are already working from nine to five now. You have to hurry up. How old are you?"
It’s time to get down to business.”
I know in my heart that although Liu Mingming is harsh on words, he has a very kind heart. He also thinks about me, but finding a job does not happen overnight. Besides, with my skills, I must be lucky enough to find one.
Thinking of this, my heart was filled with anxiety. When will I ever have good luck?
But I couldn't embarrass myself in front of him, so I stood up and said to him: "I understand, Lao Liu, when is the thesis defense, please remember to call me. I'll leave first. Let's go out for a drink together when we have time."
Erjiu."
He nodded and continued to fight with the landlord happily.
I walked out of school. Three years have gone by so fast. I looked at this small shabby school as if it was just yesterday when I first arrived in Harbin. The surrounding environment has not changed. Those schools next to the schools are not afraid of the urban management and the wind.
The small vendors are still very strong here. However, the price of pancakes and fruit has increased, and it is now three yuan a set. The vendor who sells cockroach medicine now sells poisonous rat poison, and the stall selling pirated CDs has also lost its price.
Let’s play the Mouse King song, and now we’re playing the famous folk dynamic rock song “Free to Fly”.
I don’t know when I will come to this school next time. Looking at the scene around me, I can’t help but sigh in my heart. The little kid who once moved from a small county to a big city for his girlfriend is now starting to learn
I can support myself, but where is the person I once loved back then?
Du Feiyu and Dong Shanshan, how are they doing now? Are they also confused like me? Are they like me, inadvertently thinking of the past, and lamenting that life is really short, and
Not long.
It was autumn at this time, and the leaves on both sides of the road were turning yellow and blowing in the wind.
I put my hands in the pockets of my old windbreaker, feeling a little uncomfortable in my heart. But I understood that I still have to keep walking on the road, no matter whether the road ahead is foggy or not, no matter whether I am confused or not.
So I put away my somewhat sentimental heart, and started thinking about whether there was anything I haven't done in school yet. Not to mention, it really reminded me of one thing, so I turned around and walked to the door of the school, facing
The sign 'xx Academy of Fine Arts Harbin Base' is just spitting.
Haha, I’m leaving, saying goodbye to your shitty school.