The last thing

The wind blew the rain and madly swept the earth, and the noise of the screams echoed in the streets, making people feel uneasy. But all this is so indifferent to Bill.

He was sitting on an old chair in a common house in the center of the town. The dirty hair was scattered in front of his forehead, covering his eyes. His body was tightly wrapped in a white coat and his neck was deep. Into the high vertical collar, it seems that I am afraid that a trace of light leaked into it. In fact, this house has not been powered for two weeks, and where is the light?

Bill lifted his eyes slightly and looked around. At this point, the room is empty. "Hey, I have been unemployed for 6 months." Bill remembered the phonograph in the corner, remembering that Dad was standing in front of the phonograph and singing "Happy Duck". He remembered the former gathering at home, on the sofa. The loud voices of the people; the hardwood table, the beautiful wardrobe, and...

"I have been unemployed for six months." Bill once again told himself that his hand was deeper in his pocket and held the thing in his pocket tightly.

He has sold out all that he can sell.

Suddenly the window was blown open, the wind came in, and whistling in Bill's ear, blowing a piece of white paper, that was Bill's dozens of cover letters from all night, but they were ruthlessly Retired.

"Is the wind ridiculing me?" Bill sat up slowly. "It's time." The hand in his pocket was shaking.

Suddenly, Bill seemed to think of something. He turned over and found the yellow stationery.

This is Mr. Robert asked Bill to hand over to Mr. Hank yesterday.

"Hah, it’s been this time, think about it!"

Why do you have a boss who happens to meet a job when you are looking for a job? Bill clenched the hard things in his pocket.

"No, I have promised him. This is the last thing."

So, Bill wore a hat and went out.

He came to Hank's company at the southernmost tip of the town. When he knocked on the door and came to Hank's office, Hank was holding his head in frustration and looked very painful. Bill calmly said: "Hello, Mr. Hank, this is what Mr. Robert asked me to hand over to you, well, goodbye!" He said, he put the letter on the table, then turned and left. But Bill didn't go out, he heard Hank yelling, "Hey, hey... I have saved." He caught up to catch Bill, no, he hugged him, I don't know what to say. It turned out that the letter was written with a number, which is a customer account that Hank waited anxiously. Hank must handle everything according to this tonight, otherwise it may go bankrupt. "Young people, thank you very much. What can I do for you?" Bill gave up the light in his eyes and cautiously replied: "I need a job."

Ten minutes later, Bill walked out of the building, passed a trash can, and took a pistol out of his pocket and threw it in. "Go to you! I am saved."

He wants to tell everyone, what saved him.