On July 1, 2010, at seven o'clock in the evening, Zuo Qiu was sitting in the corner of the lobby on the first floor of Zhanglao San Barbecue City, Wenhua Road, Greentown, holding a beer glass, sipping mouthfuls.
Today is the day when Zuoqiu and the others receive their graduation certificates. In other words, after today, they will completely bid farewell to their student status and were thrown into the big dyeing vat of society.
Today is also the day when Zuoqiu and his class ate loose meals. Now they are noisy in this half of the hall, or grinning, or their eyes are red, or heartless, or watching men and women in their 50s and early 20s with cold eyes. , Is his classmate who has lived together for four years.
Zuoqiu is the one who sits on the sidelines.
Four years of classmates, to be precise, three years of studying together—because they had already left school for an internship in the past year—Zuo Qiu didn't feel that he had really integrated into this group. Especially now, seeing the girls crying at each other and choking speechlessly; the boys hooking their shoulders, patting their backs and beating their chests, Zuo Qiu, who has been wiped out by the waves of life, just feels funny: it's not true Parting life and death, is it necessary to act like this
Some people say that classmates in college are the most important interpersonal resource in a person's life. But Zuoqiu only saw these dazzling "colors" and once innocent classmates who had just entered the society and became tainted. He only felt a burst of desolation.
Zuo Qiu didn't actually have the qualifications to sit on the sidelines. Standing on the sidelines, he has always only belonged to the kind of people who look down on sentient beings, and Zuo Qiu should be the worst kind of chaos in this group.
Zuoqiu spent the most time during his internship year when he left school. It was on the Internet, in the talent market, and in other people’s offices, accompanied by smiling faces, carefully handing in his carefully prepared resume; he took the time to occupy the second place. Yes, it is a person, nestled in a hut with a monthly rent of 100 yuan, who will never live, die and die. The days when he really goes to work are counted. In the occasional chat with classmates on QQ, I saw that although people have such unsatisfactory things, they at least have a stable job and can support themselves with their own hands and that underdeveloped brain. He felt blushing. Seeing his classmates questioning him, he hummed and mixed up, and then in his own cabin, he was drunk and dreaming of death.
Zuoqiu is not the kind of person who has good eyes and low hands, and has no real talents. Although he had never received a scholarship when he was in school, and his academic performance was still in the last few places, he can pat his chest and say that his ability, at least in the class, is at the middle level. . It's not that there is no company that accepts him, but he doesn't work long on his own. The longest time I stayed in that company for more than a month, finally, because of a trivial matter in the eyes of others, I left angrily.
Although Zuoqiu was dizzy and dizzy by the big waves of life, the idealized thought deep in his heart was like a wild fire that was endlessly burned and the spring breeze was blowing again. It made him unbearable and surpassed his unconsciousness. Anything about the boundaries established in the.
Zuoqiu's greatest hobby is to read online novels with his frugal and broken computer. In the four years of university, the total number of words in the novels I have read, not to mention hundreds of millions, there are also 70 to 80 million words. The types of novels he likes, in addition to online games and science fiction, are the themes of traversing. In the dead of night, he thought countless times, if he could go back to the past like those male pig's feet, what would it be like? The dynasty he most wanted to go back to was the early Tang, because that was the time when the Chinese Empire was the strongest; the second choice was the Northern and Southern Dynasties, or the "turbulent" times of the Sixteen Kingdoms. They all said that heroes came from "turbulent" times. , I may not be a great hero who changes the course of history, but there shouldn’t be any problem with being a little hero who changes momentarily. If you can eat shit and be the leader of a small country, it would be even better!
However, yy can only be yy, so now he can only sit in the corner, drink the beer that Ke Jin’er can drink, and eat the chicken wings that Ke Jin’er eats, comforting him. It's been a long time since I had not touched the meaty stomach.
"Lao San, why are you hiding here alone! Come on, let's do it!" The sixth man in the dormitory, who was already drunk and swayed as he walked, came over somehow, and put his arms around Zuo Qiucai's shoulders. The wine glass in it slammed on Zuo Qiucai's wine glass, leaning to his mouth, and poured the wine into his mouth half drinking and half sprinkling.
Zuoqiu is a taciturn person in the class, but he has a good relationship with a brother in the dormitory.
Zuoqiucai University's major is tourism management. The class is overwhelming and the sun is declining. Among the sixty-odd people, there are only seven males, and even an eight-person dormitory is unsatisfactory. Zuoqiu ranked third in the dormitory according to his age. He also doesn't have any special abilities, so he can respectfully be called the "third brother".
The seven brothers in the dormitory, the boss is mature and stable, and follow a political line. Not only has he joined the party, he has also become the "chairman" of the departmental society; the second is honest and honest, devoted himself to studying, and is the only one in the dormitory who is doing well. You can rank in the top ten in the class; the third is needless to say; the fourth is sharp-mouthed and has good interpersonal skills. He has worked in the External Liaison Department of the Department of Association, and has not done other things, but turned back. Individual professional beautiful daughter-in-law; the fifth person does not show up or show off the water, but the one who mixed best during the internship; the sixth child is a basketball fan, others, and Zuoqiu It’s a good fight; Lao Qi is the only outsider in the dormitory, and it feels fancy and unreliable. However, relying on the most outstanding appearance in the dormitory, he pinched one of the three flowers in the class. Hands.
The third, Zuoqiu, was interrupted by the sixth. He no longer pretended to live alone, holding a wine glass, squeezing a smile, walking into the crowd, clinking glasses with people everywhere, drinking and eating meat; in fact, The purpose behind this stray corpse is to be able to have a dialogue with another flower that he has secretly in love with for four years.
Finally, he leaned over to Zhang Bingjie who was at the other end of the crowd, settled, "showing" a smiling face he thought was the most perfect, raised his wine glass and gestured to her, and said, "Hello, how are you doing?"
Zhang Bingjie also gave him a smiling face, "showing" a pair of little tiger teeth that Zuoqiu had been unable to extricate himself for only four years, and said: "It's okay! You know, it takes a little harder to do our job! You! How is it, how is it?"
Zhang Bingjie's question left Zuoqiu speechless. He didn't want to weave words to deceive her, but he couldn't say his true situation, so he could only reply vaguely: "It's okay!" He walked away sadly. .
In fact, Zuo Qiu knew that he and Zhang Bingjie did not have the opportunity to develop further, but what qualifications did he have to say to her? Moreover, when it is not at school now, you can ignore all the pressures in life. They have graduated, and their cruel life has been placed in front of them alive, and they are still relying on the few hundred dollars given by the family every month. How dare he say that sentence
Zuo Qiu thought of the fate that could have been very satisfying. He just walked away from him step by step. His heart was irritable and hard to grasp. He wanted to cry without tears. He could only turn his grief and anger into drinking, cup after cup. Pouring wine. He was not drinking too much, and soon he felt dizzy and his brain was not working well.
When the last carnival was over, Zuoqiu waved to the group of classmates who were drifting away from him, and rode on one of his few possessions—a second-hand bicycle he bought for 120 yuan. Going to the place where he lived, he didn't see behind him, but that Dao kept paying attention to his gaze.
The place for dinner in the small suburban village where Zuoqiu lived was not too far away. There were only two intersections in the middle, which was more than ten minutes' drive. He poured a dozen glasses of beer in his stomach, which has exceeded his previous record. Although it is rare that he did not drink alcohol, and he has run to the bathroom no less than five times, the collected alcohol still made him a little unstable to hold the handlebars. . The car swayed from side to side, and when he reached the second intersection, the time when Zuoqiu saw the green light was about to return to zero. He pedaled a few times, trying to catch the green light and rushed across the intersection. Halfway through the intersection, the traffic light had already turned red. Zuoqiu ignored him, and immersed his head forward. Suddenly he heard a harsh brake sound, turned his head and looked dimly in the dazzling car headlights. To a face that was distorted in panic, and then only felt that I was flying up, flying so high and so relaxed.