Ye Ji'an, at the age of thirty-four, is a conscientious and high-paid office worker. He is used to getting up before dawn every day. He takes the first subway from his residence in the satellite city to the company gym in the CBD for a half-hour jog.
He came so early because he had to wear short sleeves for jogging, and he didn't want any of his colleagues to see his arms, shoulders, and back full of tattoos.
I got the tattoo because I felt that life was boring two years ago, and I suddenly wanted to seek excitement, so I marked the underground rock band I liked in college with full text, and rose skulls or something. Of course, the search for stimulation failed, he just felt ugly and painful.
After exercising he showers, spritzed on eau de toilette, dressed himself like a dog, and covered his tattoos with a thick shirt, even in summer. Of course, running is not out of hobby, but it can prevent the accumulation of fat and help him stay refreshed all morning. As a result, he still needs to drink coffee in the afternoon to fill the piles of work.
Indeed, as a bully in the financial industry, the Shanghai and Shenzhen stock exchanges and the US stock market have to be watched. It is impossible to be on time when he is busy. Even if he gets off work on time, he wears headphones and squeezes on the subway in the evening rush hour. Death, of course, is just a thought.
The new game I fancy hasn't been released yet, and the PS4 I bought last year is almost brand new.
Please take a good vacation to see the live also has not come.
The mortgage isn't over yet.
Why do you still want to die
After getting off the subway, I have to humbly line up to buy roasted sweet potatoes. I don’t eat my favorite cheap fried skewers because I’m afraid of gaining weight. Wearing a shirt with a small belly is a disaster. Ye Ji'an regretted it a little. The daily food that he and the juniors of the company ate two streets away at noon was a bit expensive. Even if he was AA, he was still in pain. If he didn't save some money this month, he would not be able to pay the mortgage.
He also has to clean himself when he goes home. The price of hourly workers has skyrocketed recently. He thinks it's better to exercise while he doesn't have DDL on hand.
As for the young man who was eating Japanese food together, Ye Ji'an was running around the house with a mop, thinking about it, a little worried and a little bit afraid.
He was worried because he had a lower position and a lower salary within two years after graduation. However, he spends a lot of money all day, especially likes to wear luxury brands and a money-burning hobby like photography. He can't figure out how this person can buy a house and marry a wife in the future.
The fear is because the young man knows that he is full of tattoos, and the young man is the only one in the company. In the past, even for a physical examination, he would find an excuse to go to a hospital he was familiar with. It was a very unfortunate early morning, which was two or three months ago in the early autumn. He had a stomachache in the shower, so he entered the locker room a few minutes late, just in time to change clothes and exercise. young man.
The child's expression was stunned.
Ye Ji'an was also very embarrassed. He turned over and hid his back, "Liang is here so early." He tried to be humble and polite.
"Senior is early," the young man squinted a lazy smile, but he didn't shy away, his eyes lit up, "You are really cool!"
First time being called cool. Cool? This tattoo is not only constantly talked about by parents, but even the girlfriend who was talking about marriage in the past has been ridiculed and ridiculed about it.
"Thank you." Ye Ji'an was still polite. Later, when he went to the convenience store to buy breakfast, he brought a bottle of juice and a sandwich with the richest meat. Before anyone came to work, he found a young man's workstation and put it on the table in that sunbeam.
No one knew that when he buttoned up and fled the locker room, he was on the run. Later, in his transparent office, he saw the young man smilingly picking up the juice and opening the sandwich, and smilingly chatting with the female colleague next door, and he was in a similar state.
Can you guess it's me
Do you think I'm trying to please him? "Bribe" him? Get closer? I am the boss!
Will that tell you about the tattoo
Ye Ji'an also took advantage of the lunch break to carefully check the company's regulations, and there was no prohibition on tattooing, but he always felt that it was not good to spread the word.
I want to die more.
Who knows, within two days, he smoked silently in the clean little corner where he used to stay behind the bookcase in the smoking room. While thinking of dying every day, he was running through the contents of the report to the boss in the afternoon one by one in his head, and suddenly heard the rust With the sound of footsteps, the young man stood beside him swaggeringly, still in a relaxed look.
Then also lit a cigarette.
"Good morning."
"Early." Ye Ji'an was as nervous as seeing the boss ahead of time.
The young man smiled, "Does the senior like to hide in such a place alone?"
Sure enough, something happened. Ye Ji'an made a friendly smile, "Fortunately, there are too few smokers in our department, and there are too many girls. I don't want to get in the way of others."
"Haha, me too." The young man said, but he was not skilled in smoking, and was suspected of pretending to be an old smoker.
"I didn't know that Xiao Liang smoked before."
"Just call me Liang Xiao." The young man pointed to the badge hanging on his chest, "Senior is not a few years older than me."
"Haha, that's fine." Ye Ji'an looked at him and agreed, thinking about going back later to find out what year this person was born.
"Well." Liang Xiao also looked back, not knowing what he was thinking. He seemed to be enjoying himself in this eerie atmosphere.
"Okay, don't touch the fish," Ye Ji'an said calmly, finally finished smoking this one, crushed the cigarette butt, and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go back first."
"By the way, senior," Liang Xiao suddenly stopped him, "I think I should remind you of something."
"You said." Ye Ji'an felt that she wanted to turn into a rabbit and jump away.
"You can actually see your tattoos even if you wear a light-colored shirt," said softly, Liang Xiao lowered his eyes and looked straight at the arm he forgot to put down on his shoulders, "At least I can."