Guo Jingming: The world is never fair, and efforts are the only way out.

This world is not fair, you have to learn to get used to it.

When someone in the world went down, they dug out diamonds. Some people also worked hard to open mines, and the last bang was loud, and the landslide was the last grave.

When I was surfing the Internet that day, I saw a post discussing my work and my life. There are a lot of people inside, about a hundred posts, which looks very lively.

Their discussion is divided into two parts.

The first part is: I used to like his work. He wrote "The Summer Solstice is not yet", he wrote "The Edge of Love and Pain", how pure in the small four, simple campus dream, his simple Student life, he and his friend drink a piece of watermelon ice at the school gate. You look at his present, full of material, he is no longer the same as him!

I have a lot of books in my family, in Europe and America, mainland China, Taiwanese traditional Chinese, Japanese. A variety of books. Whether I understand it or not, I will take it over and look at other people's designs, other people's ideas, and other people's book publishing concepts. The Chinese novel is an afternoon.

But I rarely read my own books.

I found that I would never go back to the years before me. The summer that exudes the smell of disinfectant water in the swimming pool, the day of the third year of high school purgatory, the camphor tree flourishes like a rich ocean-like season. I shouted at such a young age that I don't want to grow up. I hope to be a child forever. I envy Peter Pan. I must go to nowhere.

But then, I gradually gave up.

Because after entering the society, I was laughed at by countless people because of this simple self. People don’t feel pity, people don’t pity. When you grievously confide your pain on the Internet, in the twinkling of an eye, your words are reposted in all directions, and countless people use these words of disposition and grievances as weapons to attack you.

It is like rubbing the dagger by yourself, then put your hands on it and let others pierce your heart.

I also want to lie in the grass on the school forever, and I want to drink a piece of watermelon ice forever without any loss. I also want to wear simple clothes forever, listening to simple cd. , live a simple seventeen-year-old life. But this is impossible, because in my life, I will never have another 17 years old.

I have also tried to take a taxi to participate in some activities in Shanghai. The other person who received me, with the look of ridicule and contempt, looked at the way I came down from the taxi, they pulled your hand affectionately. , smiled warmly at you. Then when they got to the background, they shared their joy with others: "I told you, he is so poor, can't the car buy?"

I also experienced the first time I took part in a fashion magazine shoot, carrying a large bag of my favorite clothes to the studio, then I was turned over by the magazine stylist, turned over in my paper bag, and could not find one. The moment when she can see the clothes. The photographer was impatiently urging, and the stylist said more impatiently: "What reminder! What do you think he can shoot like this!"

A sharp society is like a knife. When it is cut, if you don't have a hard armor, you are waiting to be split in half.

The second part of their discussion is: his money is not the money we bought for him! He is a fart! If we didn't buy his book, starve him! Can he wear a brand name? Really disappointed with him!

When I was a child, my mother working in a bank was fined for a majority of 100 yuan, and I was deducted 100 yuan. In the age when my mother’s monthly salary was only one hundred and twenty, my mother shed two nights of tears.

When I was about seven years old, my father bought the first shirt in his life. It took a lot of money, but Dad smiled very happily. He stood in front of the mirror and turned to look at the imposing self in the mirror.

These are all related to money, the joy of money, and sadness.

However, when we spent money watching a movie and enjoyed a pleasant half an hour, when we spent money to buy a cd and enjoyed a music-filled afternoon, when we spent a delicious dinner at the restaurant, when When we bought a beautiful dress in the store and we were happy, did we go to the cinema, audio-visual shop, restaurant, and shop people: "Why do you make money? If we didn't give you money, you would have starved. It!"

This is the mood I saw in the second part. It seems that when they were reading my novel, they did not enjoy the pleasant reading process. It seems that my story never touched and thought about them. It seems that I have not worked hard to write, just accept their charity in vain, they give me the money. It seems that they are not willing to buy books, but I am using a knife to force them to buy.

I feel that I am like a beggar. Because only you are embarrassed, you will hear others say to him: "If I didn't give you money, you would starve to death."

On the phone with my mother, my mother was very angry: "You don't pay attention to them. You make money in a bright and honest way, you don't steal it, why do people in other industries make money is justified, and you write books to them, edit The magazine shows them, but also their insults?!"

I told my mother on the phone that it was nothing.

After hanging up the phone, I took a shower and continued to write the final ending of "Little Times."

This is the forty-ninth hour in which I have not slept. The deadline for the publishing house was over the top of the head. I drank a cup of coffee and looked at the bottom right corner of the computer at 02:10, then continued to work. If you look up from the lawn downstairs, you can see the lonely lamp in my room, lit up in a dark building. However, they will not see, they are enjoying sweet sleep and dreams at this time.

What they saw was that you mentioned the famous card early in the morning and went downstairs. The driver pulled the door and you sat in the back. Their blind eyes poked your back. "If we didn't give him money, he would have starved to death! Why did he wear famous brands?!"

I understand your great disappointment with this world. Because, I am the same.