Chapter 1: Today is another day to do two jobs

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Fu Zhen returned home. He recently changed his job and worked as a waiter in a bar. He can leave work at this time almost every day.
The small living room was dark and there was no sound. Fu Zhen knew that the roommates he shared with him had already fallen asleep at this time. He put his steps lighter, walked to the door of his room, and took out the key. , Cautiously opened the door of his room and closed it gently, with only a small sound during it, which did not disturb anyone.
He returned to his room and immediately took off his work clothes. Without turning on the light, he collapsed directly on the small single bed, like a tired dog.
His breathing is exceptionally clear in the dark. It may be that the past two years have been too tired. Fu Zhen’s heart has also begun to have problems during this period. Not long after he fell, he began to beat violently. His breathing followed The heartbeat is getting worse.
After a while, the heartbeat finally became normal. Fu Zhen slowly took two deep breaths and got up from the bed to turn on the light.
He rents with others. There are five people living in this small house. His room is the smallest, less than five square meters. There is only a narrow single bed and a desk cabinet, and nothing else. Of it.
The several buildings in this community are all decades old. The outside walls have been loosened, and a few pieces will fall down when encountering a windy day, so a skeleton painted on the outside is specially erected. The sign on the head reminds passersby not to stick to the wall.
The interior of the residential building is also unbreakable. The concrete stairs without corners are extended to the eighth floor. The yellowed walls have cartoons drawn by children with colored crayons, as well as small advertisements for installing broadband and decoration. I heard that it will be demolished in a few years, and a university town will be built here.
The landlord is a local, but he doesn't live here. He only comes to collect rent on the fifth of every month. The living room, kitchen, and bathroom are shared.
The rent is very cheap, only four hundred yuan a month, but this amount is still a big burden for Fu Zhen. He now works two jobs a day and can only make less than four thousand yuan a month. Excluding the money for food, lodging and medicine, less than one thousand yuan can be left.
In April of this year, he had an accident on the construction site and took in all the savings he had saved last year.
Now he has less than three thousand dollars left in his bank card. He also plans to buy a second-hand laptop and hand-painted board before the Chinese New Year this year, but the quality is not too good. Two or three thousand dollars should be enough. .
Fu Zhen held his fingers, carefully calculating how he would spend the next day, and finally sighed and lay on his back on the bed, pulling a pillow to cover his face.
He can only comfort himself, when he has a computer and a hand-drawn tablet, everything will be fine.
Fu Zhen stretched out his hand to turn off the light in the room, pulled the quilt over the bedside, and put it on his body, and soon fell asleep in a daze.
He was dreaming.
In the dream, he was lying on the cold ground, his facial features twisted together because of pain, he knew that he must be ugly now without looking in the mirror. And his father was standing in the corridor on the second floor, holding the exquisite silver railing in his hand, looking down at him condescendingly, as if looking at a bunch of disgusting maggots.
Fu Zhen had a terrible pain in his leg. He looked up at his father and opened his mouth to explain what happened before, but looking at such a father, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton and he couldn't send it anymore. Make any noise.
The woman he hated came up from behind his father, put a glass of white water into his father's hand, and persuaded him: "Dad, you calm down."
His father turned his head, smiled at the woman, and said to her, "You have been wronged this time."
Fu Zhen only felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His body was so cold that he kept trembling. His teeth shuddered and rattled, as if someone was holding a small hammer and tapping on his eardrum. With.
An extremely disappointed expression appeared on his father's face, and he said coldly: "You go, never let me see you again."
Fu Zhen opened his mouth, but he could only make a hoarse cry. His father frowned, and a servant walked over and dragged him out of Fu's house, like throwing trash, and threw him in the community. On the street outside.
He was expelled from the Fu family in this way and from the home where he had lived for more than 20 years.
Fu Zhen woke up from his dream. He glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed. It was five o'clock in the morning. He didn't know how he would wake up at this time, and at this moment his mind was so clear. Half of sleepiness.
He held the quilt tightly, the coldness remaining in the dream still stayed on him, like a bone gangrene, and his leg suddenly began to hurt, as if there were countless tiny bugs lying on it. The sharp teeth bit open his skin and bit his flesh and blood.
Someone was playing the TV in the next room, and the sound was quite loud. The sound insulation effect here was not very good. Fu Zhen could clearly hear every sentence and word on the TV.
He heard of a robbery in a bank in Xiling District last night. The murderer took two toy pistols and robbed 300,000 yuan; an adult goods store opened around Century Primary School, which was reported by parents and had to be rectified; and ...The news that the woman was engaged to the young master of the Qin family.
In order to express his blessing to his palm pearl, the owner of the Fu family transferred 5% of the company's shares to the woman's name as her dowry.
And his eldest brother built a fairy tale castle for their darling. There is a swan lake and a playground in the castle.
Envy everyone.
Fu Zhen felt a pain in his throat. It might be because he was about to catch a cold. He lifted the quilt on his body and sat up on the bed. Then he shivered with the cold. He limped into the living room on his slippers and gave I took a glass of white water and sat on the old sofa in the living room.
He held the glass in his hand and took a sip. The cold water ran down his throat and into his stomach, causing a convulsion.
There was no change in the expression on Fu Zhen's face. It seemed that he could not feel the pain. The air was filled with the smell of instant noodles. He could hear any small sound in the dark, as well as the whistle of cars on the street outside.
He put down the glass in his hand and leaned back on the sofa behind him. Somehow, he suddenly remembered his childhood. He was wearing blue overalls and a white shirt, sitting on the big lawn outside the villa, grabbing With the little red leather ball his father had just bought for him, the golden sunlight passed through the dense foliage, leaving a mottled shadow on the lawn.
With a few dog barks, his brother came back from school, walked over and squatted down, put him on his back, and took him home with him.
Fu Zhen gradually recovered from his memories. When he was just kicked out of the Fu family, he often thought that maybe all this was just a dream. When he woke up, everything would return to its original state. .
And now, Fu Zhen had understood that even if it was a dream, then this dream would not wake up until he died.
He doesn't even dare to show up in a busy area with a lot of people. His elder brother threatened that if he dared to show up in front of them again, he would discount his other leg for the sake of that woman.
Fu Zhen wanted to laugh a little, but he couldn't laugh. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling above his head. He could not see anything in the darkness. There were countless red and green light spots floating in front of his eyes, gradually fusing together.
You see, nothing is impossible in this world.
After a long time, Fu Zhen got up from the sofa and returned to his room. Tomorrow morning, he will go to the construction site to move bricks. Before dawn, he can still sleep for a while.
At half past seven, there was a jingle in his head next to the pillow, and Fu Zhen got up from the bed, dressed in work clothes skillfully, and came to the construction site before eight.
It's winter now. Every time this season, Fu Zhen's legs hurt badly. He had taken too many painkillers before, and antibodies had been produced in his body. Those cheap painkillers had little effect on him, but no matter how advanced he was His medicine cannot be bought at his current income level.
But after a while, the weather will be colder. At that time, he will not be able to work outdoors, and his income will also be reduced by more than half. Because of this leg, Fu Zhen only works on the construction site for six hours a day. Workers can’t get half of other workers’ wages.
In the past two years, a thick layer of cocoon has been worn on his hands. Who would have thought that the beloved young master Fu Jia would one day live in such a miserable appearance, and it sounds like a joke.
But no matter what, it’s the most important thing to survive now. After working on the construction site for most of the day, Fu Zhen bought a box lunch and hurried to the bar after two bites.
It was already evening, the sun was fading, and the twilight was sinking. Half of the sky in Pinghai City was shrouded in gray-blue haze, and the other half was soaked in the red sunset. The rosy glow reflected on the glass curtain walls of the tall buildings. With the warm flames of a prairie fire, Fu Zhen was pulling on the ring on the bus, without energy, squinting his eyes and falling asleep.
The green bus 309 croaked like a lazy tussah, swaying through the city. Suddenly a schoolboy with a schoolbag ran on the crosswalk in front of him, and the master slammed the brakes. The bus suddenly stopped.
Fu Zhen staggered, his whole body rushed forward, his mind was blank and nothing was left.
But the expected pain did not come. He threw himself on a warm chest. It was the other party supporting his back that did not make him fall completely. Fu Zhen sucked his nose, his eyes were a little hot. In an instant, he missed his brother a little.
Fu Zhen exhaled, leaning on the seat beside him, and carefully standing upright. He raised his head. The man in front of him was almost a head taller than him. He was wearing a dark green windbreaker, looking against the light. I don't know what he looks like, but he can only see his chin with a circle of black stubble, which is somewhat raunchy.
Fu Zhen whispered thank you.
The man hummed, said nothing, his expression was somewhat cold.
The author has something to say: The first 20 chapters are not sweet, and after the 20th chapter, the sweet text label cannot be cancelled because it is on the list. I am very sorry.