Chapter three hundred and forty-four: the dream of social animals
A social animal's day often starts with the annoying sound of the alarm clock, and Ender's familiar music comes to mind on his pillow. He used to like this song very much, but now he just finds it annoying when he hears it.
After fluttering the wings on his back a few times, Ander clasped the horns on his head, opened his fanged mouth and let out a flaming burp. The smell of mutton skewers echoed in the room.
Ender was famous for having difficulty getting out of bed. He reluctantly walked to the toilet with sleepy eyes. His body was like a clockwork machine. He stiffly picked up the toothbrush and began to take care of his teeth nonchalantly.
The teeth between the white foam were a little yellowed. Ander never brushed his teeth seriously, but his teeth were still very neat, and he had never had cavities since he was a child, so Ander always thought that the light yellow color meant that his teeth were very healthy.
After spending some time polishing the dragon horns on his head a few times with the grinding rod, and doing some simple care for the scales, Ander put on his suit, tied his tie like an adult, turned off the air conditioner, and walked out of the rental house.
"Ah, it's so hot..."
Ender's momentum suddenly faded. This is a city on the southeast coast. Even if it's not seven o'clock, the air outside is still as unbearable as a steamer in this summer.
What follows is a daily trial. This city famous for its sheep has a famous attraction, which is the subway line 3. This subway line passes through several important locations, and a large number of people flow up and down every day.
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Students who go to and from school wearing school uniforms, carrying breakfast and mobile phones, the schoolbags on their backs are important weapons. They can squeeze out a way no matter what with the turtle-like schoolbags.
Grandfathers and grandmothers carrying small bags and plastic bags, or pushing small cars, some go to have morning tea, and some go to the park for morning exercises. However, these short old people are the enemy of crowds in the subway. Faced with the problem of whether to give up their seats to the elderly, it will make people feel uncomfortable.
Conscience is in tangled pain.
And those office workers like Ander who carry briefcases and wear suits and ties. Most of them live far away, so they can only grab the morning subway with the students. This is tantamount to torture for Ander.
"Borrow, borrow, borrow," the brass dragon shouted with his mouth wide open: "Let me put the tail in!"
After squeezing away a couple of high school students who smelled sour, Ander finally let his tail in and carefully raised it up. Ander hung his horns on the armrest of the carriage, holding his briefcase and lowering his head.
Close your eyes and rest your mind.
The subway was swaying, surrounded by all kinds of smells, the cooking oil and leeks from breakfast, the ink in the school bag, and the most obvious, the strong smell of sweat etched on everyone's clothes.
People crowded in the car came and went, and Ender hung on the armrest, feeling like a grass in the storm, being swayed left and right by the flow of people, wrapped in the suit on his body, and rubbing the scales on Ender's back.
Until the bilingual station announcement sounded, Ander was finally relieved. He was spat out by the subway door like a ball of chewing gum. Adjusting the messy suit on his body, Ander took a deep breath as if he was reborn and walked towards the exit of the station.
Now Ander works in a very small garbage game company, mainly responsible for producing garbage games like "brothers come and kill me", and what Ander does is to draw big wings with RGB flashing on the characters.
After returning to his work station, Ander stretched out. The girl at the work station next to him came over with a candy cookie and said to Ander with a smile: "Brother De, please help me warm it up!"
"Won't you treat me to a treat?" Ander moved his shoulders a few times: "Ajie, you will only trouble me all day long."
The girl had a sunny smile and took out a lunch box with her hand behind her back: "Please eat the jackfruit seeds boiled in salt water yesterday."
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Ander rolled his eyes at the girl, took the lunch box, and sprayed a breath of dragon's breath on the sugar cake in the girl's hand. The originally wrinkled sugar cake became warm. The girl happily thanked Ander and chatted about yesterday.
The big customer made a strange request, so the girl returned to her work station.
Opening the plastic lunch box, there were jackfruit seeds the size of loquats. After being boiled in salt water, they had a soft texture, like potatoes with a fruity aroma. Ander liked that special taste very much.
Yesterday, a big client made a strange request to add a special pet to this trashy game, a black dragon named Nidhogg. Now Ender can only work overtime to model it on the computer.
, I’m going to wait for the next update to add this thing.
As soon as he finished drawing Nidhogg's wings, Ander received a call from his boss:
"Xiao An, I thought about it. Nowadays, island country animation is very popular. Let's add an island country style pet. Let's call it that... Oh, yes, Yamata no Orochi."
Ender sighed, there was nothing he could do. When his boss spoke, his subordinates had to run away and break their legs. They could only draw an eight-headed image on the computer, preparing to add another point of krypton gold to the players in the game.
The life of a social worker is dull and boring. Ander does not belong to this city. Both of his parents are children of migrant workers. He was born here, went to school, and returned to work here, but in the end he could not find his place in the feasting and entertainment.
And Ande did not belong to that small northern town in his hometown. There were delicious noodles and mutton skewers there. You could eat skewers and drink orange soda after work, and there were delicious spicy soups and steamed buns in the morning. But Ande
I have been away for so long that I can no longer remember the pink sky during the sandstorm in my hometown.
Here, he just lives reluctantly, accepting the boring life in a cubicle day after day. The game he originally wanted to play gave up due to various circumstances, because he knew that the backward gameplay had already changed.
If you don't follow the ever-changing trend, you can only stay in the company, completing boring tasks day after day, and drawing materials for those junk games.
Another day passed, and today the new version was launched. Ander worked overtime until ten o'clock in the evening. Artists like him didn't have any unexpected work, but the boss was unwilling to let them go.
There is no need to pay overtime anyway, and he will definitely not lose money if he works more.
Dragging his exhausted body back home, Ander looked at his bloodshot eyes in the mirror. Only then did he realize that what he saw in the mirror was not a dazzling brass dragon, but an ordinary social animal.
He closed his eyes and breathed slowly and deeply. Yes, there are no dragons in the real world. It is all just his fantasy...
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Snapped!
Ender's hand hit the mirror, and the sharp claws dug into the cement wall behind the mirror.
"We've almost had enough fun," Ender raised his head and looked at the man in a suit in the mirror: "I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time. I still have to save the world."
The man in the mirror smiled at the same time as him, flames emerged from Ender's body, the dragon's wings stretched out, and the dragon broke through the shackles of the suit and flew out of the window, flying over the village in the city.
People screamed and took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the giant dragon, which then turned into a ghost and disappeared amidst the screams.
At that moment, Ender broke through the dream created by Yanling Mengtapir and returned to reality. He saw the Yamata no Orochi in front of him with its bloody mouth open and drooling.