One person's Beijing

Before the MRT, I stuffed a date into my mouth. I felt that I had some lack of blood recently, and I was afraid of lack of oxygen. When I was in the MRT, I really didn't know what happened. I just thought that there were too many people crowded at the door. I must not sit in the station. Otherwise, I would be late, and I would fight to the door. I will stop the MRT and suddenly scrape. There was a hurricane, and when I woke up, I had already rotated a few laps and stood on the platform. The MRT rumbling opened, and I swallowed a jujube core.

Looking at the railroads in parallel, drowning in the pit in front of them, swallowed a sip of sputum and rushed the jujube into the stomach, screaming for two seconds, pulling the legs toward the company, and running the wrong exit, and then ran from the ground and ran I am mentally retarded.

1.

Very strange, I don't know the stairs, especially the layers of the Shin Kong Place exit of the Dawang Road MRT Station. Every time I go up the stairs, I almost step on the air. I have to pause and think about it. I will raise my right leg or my left leg. When I am in a good mood, I will laugh at my cerebellum defect. It is a gift from heaven. When I am in a bad mood, I will curse the steps. Is it deliberately misleading us people with disabilities, more often without feelings, and immediately adjust the posture to run up.

In 2019, I went to work in Huamao Business Building behind Shin Kong Place. I went through Prada every day. When I got off work, I was brightened by the window that Chanel flashed. I never stopped, I was afraid I couldn’t catch up with the MRT. At Christmas time, there are always couples taking pictures next to this wall. I sneered at them, thinking that they must be like me, and they dare not walk in. Chanel's window is a twinkling star, 喔, or diamond, okay, it's just a light. Sometimes I will stop and look up, the stars don't have Chanel flash, really. I don't know if it is the cause of smog. I look up and look for it, and I can't see a few.

2.

I am not coming to Beijing to pursue my dreams. If you just want to make money with your dreams, then the dream will be placed in a ridiculous situation. The big city is not the touchstone of dreams. If the banknotes are gorgeous enough, it is not only your eyes.

When I graduated, I was looking for a job in Xi'an with a thick resume. I was unlucky and I failed for two days. With a heart, I bought a ticket to Beijing one week later. I meditated. If I found something similar this week, I would stay first. The final interview was a cosmetics company. The company was very beautiful, and it was a monolithic one. The taste of the perfume was fascinating in the lattice. HR asked a lot of questions, let me write a soft text of 800 words. She considered it to consider, 捋捋 Liu Haier pushes the glasses, clear scorpion said to me, "No work experience, 1300 internship, see your results after turning positive." She stood in front of me, the glasses were thick, my side Looked at the face to see the traces of the circle, I moved the nose, nodded politely, said to go back and consider.

"I rely on, 1300? Can you give me my resume of ten dollars!" I walked out of the company door and embarked on a train to Beijing.

Booming with a bit of disdain and full of uneasiness, then who knows that this is the rhythm of the axis of fate rolling.

3.

All the problems that have been encountered in the North drift: looking for a job in a haystack, wherever you want to be, no idea which company is more profitable; looking for a house to see flowers, where to rent, photos and real scenery than Amoy The picture of Bao is far from the buyer's show; the long hours of overtime sigh for capital exploitation, but there is nowhere to go after work.

I am fine, I started to live in a friend's house. On the 20th floor, there is a good view, and downstairs is the street that was once flooded by heavy rain. The sunset at dusk saw through the floor-to-ceiling windows several times, the red glow of the sunset, I sat on the floor with her cat hair, comforting myself to come, always have a transition period, dead skin and face in a friend's house. Overtime to 11 o'clock, the legs were shaken at the bus stop, only for the 20 yuan fare that can reimburse overtime work, the first month looked at the newsletter on the phone, 2099 accounted that they are not as good as 1300 I went to write a soft article for cosmetics. I was delighted in the crowded bus that I could hold the top armrest high enough. When I was pushed by the crowd, I was harassed by the salty pig. I didn’t know how to make a sound. .

Later, I followed the intermediary to see countless rooms, most of which were shared. One family could live in five or six households. The men and women were mixed and comforted. This is just a low version of the love apartment. Everyone must be happy with each other. The black car driver put my luggage downstairs and went to the house. He managed to move home and cleaned it. After going out for a trip, he came back and saw a surprise. A small team led by the captain. Four scattered escape. Taking a breath of cold air, the roommate girl on the other side saw my scared green face and rolled her eyes. "You are afraid of swearing? Summer is more." I smiled. I am not afraid of seeing you. After living for three days, I jumped from the 16th floor. Everyone has a dead hole, and the insect is my dead hole. Sorry, I couldn’t have a reversal of inspirationality. I couldn’t grow into a strong girl who wrote a tomb and wrote an epitaph. I sat on the bed and cried, lost the penalty and hurried away.

4.

When a person is destitute and lonely, he is easy to rely on his partner. My boyfriend used the electric car to drive me to the big Beijing city. He was particularly mad at the car, and fled to the west in the catastrophe of traffic jams. At the beginning, I was afraid of death. I have not taken out the housing provident fund that I paid for, and I can't die. Later, I didn't worry. I couldn't die if I died. I was thrown down three times by an electric car. All of them were safe and I fell vertically.

At that time, my boyfriend was a Beijinger. He didn’t care how much money he could spend because he had a room. A house of less than 40 square meters, but located in the second ring, this may become a heirloom of a huge sum of money to make his satisfaction with life rise straight. I work overtime every day, I don’t know for ten nights, I have met a lot of people, they have worked hard, and the thriving atmosphere has influenced me. I began to realize that the girls around me can really carry Prada and gradually become unhappy with her boyfriend. Into the blame.

Together with the emotional foundation of poverty, it is either indestructible or collapsed. I just want to work hard and run forward, but you are already in the same place, I urge you, you are not moving, and in the day and night, I hate my so-called enterprising spirit.

Just after the end of 2014, I was swept out of the room in the second ring that was less than 16 flat. Just coming back from home, a slap in front of the father and the villagers directly led to my penniless. I walked on the street in Beijing's early morning with my suitcase. All sides were full of reinforced concrete, but I didn't have my home.

After three years of drifting north, I was most afraid of the squeaking sound of the universal wheel of the suitcase when it was on the ground. Too many people in the streets of Beijing are carrying suitcases. The thick wandering feeling is mixed with dust in the air. They barely opened a room. I sat in a chair and smoked in the mirror. I didn’t cry. I thought about how I would fall. The situation, look up, all sides are walls, there is no window between the economy.

5

I am now living outside the third ring, so I can see the big pants. Wet clothes are still not dried by the sun because there is no balcony. The upstairs washing machine overflowed from the ceiling and flooded the kitchen microwave oven. The upstairs girl's stockings often floated to my window sill. I still clamored with my family and said that I lived in the urban life of the drunken fans. In fact, I worked overtime until midnight. When I was overwhelmed by my family, I couldn’t wait to pretend to be in Vienna.

But you see, the road is so wide, although not only you are walking alone, but the end of happiness is always open to everyone. Others shoulder heavy shoulders with a smile, and you are worried, just because you can't be dried.

Beijing is particularly big, and I don't know where it is now. The MRT did not pay attention to sitting. I remembered the days when I was sitting on the MRT. I was like a recidivist. Looking back now, I only have to thank the four hours of overlap, which made my reading a qualitative leap. The detours you walked through were never white.

On the weekends, I was sitting at home in the sun, surrounded by the heating, one by one, stuffing the date into the mouth, containing the jujube nuclear rushing room friend, accidentally swallowed one, and quickly took a handful of milk tea. There are still many people at the Dawanglu MRT Station, but walking and walking, they have already recognized the exit and will not easily miss it.

Perhaps the story is not so frustrated, but the scent of the dark flower is still the most influential.

Beijing, let me hug you, in fine weather.