Everyone's growth will inevitably face heart-wrenching pain and unforgettable. Even if it is a little lighter, it will be covered in bruises. Shang Yang is still standing in the corridor full of moldy smell. He turned around and looked at the glass window of the stairs, watching the Bentley slowly drive past.

The figure of the woman who walked out of the room was lingering in her mind, only a few seconds of contact, but these few seconds were enough to prove that the two were not in the same world.

The long hair that was carefully nourished like a waterfall, the exquisite skin cultivated with countless funds, the luxurious and elegant clothes, and even the perfume smell that drifted from her body, all the time, showed the word "difference".

At this time, Shang Yangru, an old monk, entered a state of meditation, and his heart was surging again. He was quiet and motionless, thinking about what he brought to himself with a comfortable life now?

Is it the self-satisfaction of boiling frogs in warm water or the dire straits in plainness?

After standing outside the door for a long time, he ended up with the usual time when he was going home on weekdays. He opened the door, looked around the empty living room where Zhao Suxian had already fallen asleep, and thought about his mother's powerful expression when talking to the woman, and finally walked into his own small room.

Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling.

Watched for a night.

The next day when he walked out of the room, the house was empty, and the warmth of breakfast on the dining table proved that the world was still a little warm. Since his mother did not mention anything about yesterday, Shang Yang had to drink this bowl of porridge even if he had no appetite.

Then he went to the fruit stall as usual, sitting in the rocking chair, holding a palm fan in his hand, but his eyes did not look at the traffic as before, but his eyes were dull and his eyes were stiff and turbid. The night of thinking seemed to make him understand a lot, but it seemed that he had not figured out anything.

He never thinks he is a saint, nor is he a good person.

People around him say he is a "bad person". This is a high-sounding term. In fact, he was once the bad student he hated the most by his parents. He even found someone to beat him up when he was in a bad mood when he was in school. When he was in a hurry, he pulled others out of the pit and did a lot of comfortable things. Besides, he probably slept in his small room more than others have ever heard of. He is famous for his romantic life in chemical factories. In the end, those girls were also kicked away by him.

but.

He never thought he had done anything wrong. If someone held the child and said it was your son, Shang Yang would definitely grit his teeth and admit it, because some things were for happiness, but some were responsibility!

He never slacked off about happiness.

He never took a step back when it comes to responsibility.

As for how his mother Zhao Suxian got together and separated from that person, and whether he knew that he existed, he didn't want to examine any of these issues. Now he only has one word in his heart, hatred! The hatred that was suppressed in his heart and didn't know how to burst out.

No one can understand the pressure that the orphan and widowed mother has been under for more than 20 years. The word father has been cleared in his mind. But yesterday he heard the woman say "he" was seriously injured and unconscious. Shang Yang had only one idea. He took a knife and went to find the initiator who made his mother pregnant and caused his mother to raise him alone. He gave him two knifes, and then drove the knife to his neck and asked: Who are the hell do you think?

But what should my mother do?

When all the problems are in front of you, it will make people feel at a loss.

Shang Yang was so enthused that several customers had already asked about the price of watermelon but received no response, so they turned around and left.

He didn't notice it.

As noon approached, the sun became more and more fierce, and the temperature was approaching thirty degrees. It was a very difficult summer. It was completely exposed to the scorching sun. Even the passers-by felt that he was a little abnormal. When cars came and went, Shang Yang was still a monk who was in a daze when he entered the meditation. He ignored the burning heat caused by the red skin and fell into his own spiritual world.

In the distance, a man wearing a black vest, under his feet, and large shorts in sauce-colored pants came over. He was about 1.8 meters tall and was fat. The fat man suffered particularly in such a ghost weather. He was so hot that he grinned. While walking, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. His hair was not long and he was soaked in sweat.

There are two people in this world, Shang Yang, who can't help but refuse to change his words. Chen Yutong, who always calls him his name, and the other is Ding Xiaonian.

The full name of Fatty is Ding Xiaonian, nicknamed Ding Sannian, and calls himself Ding Sanlang.

He used to live in the chemical factory's family building, and played with Shang Yang barely until he was old. When he was a child, Ding Sannian was cowardly. Shang Yang was called a wild child. These two brothers were often bullied together. Later, the two invented the "hug and anti-beating method" to hug each other and bury their heads on each other's shoulders. No matter how people around him beat him, they both asked each other whether you hurt or not, I don't...

Now it looks funny.

Later, Shang Yang could not stand the humiliation, so he picked up the brick and became the king of children among children. Ding Sannian also followed the "chicken and dogs to ascend to heaven". Whenever Shang Yang took people out to "rehabilitate", he would carry his schoolbag. Later, he would not carry his schoolbag, so he would carry a bag to help everyone get weapons.

In fact, at that time, there were not many people who liked Ding Sannian in the circle of friends with Shang Yang as the core, but he never blushed because of anyone's sarcasm. Over the years, his blushing was limited. His temper was so good that people wondered if he was made of water, and he could do anything.

Say he is weak? In fact, it is not!

The most impressive thing about Shang Yang was that after causing trouble in a scarred nightclub, he had to solve the problem by relying on his youthful spirit. After searching for a circle, there was only one person who dared to follow him, that was Ding Sannian!

This guy almost searched through Linshui County, found the remaining thunder during the Chinese New Year, tore off the packaging and tied it to his body and put it into a thunder/tube, with more than thirty pieces in his mouth, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and smiled and said, "Who the fuck said I'm weak and can be bullied, and I don't have a temper? I just don't want to lose my temper. Brother, let's have a life together..."

He really acted like he was ready to die.

Ding Sannian saw Shang Yang sitting on a stool in a daze, and didn't care. He was so hot that he wanted to find a freezer to hide for a while. He quickly walked to the fruit stall and did not say hello to Shang Yang. He squatted on the ground to select watermelons. After searching for a few, he found that one of them sounded good. He took it to the table, skillfully cut it with a watermelon knife, swallowed it voraciously, and ate three petals in a row, and nearly half of the watermelon was eaten. Then he exclaimed with a great pleasure.

Seeing that Shang Yang was still in a daze, he raised his foot and kicked the rocking chair and said, "Is he stupid? I closed the stall and went home last night and let the female ghost sleep? Is his soul gone?"

The rocking chair became shaky under his kick, which also made Shang Yang feel relieved. He raised his head and looked a little confused. Seeing that Ding Sannian was standing beside him, he withdrew his gaze and ignored him.

"I've really let the female ghost sleep?"

Ding Sannian glared and exclaimed, then raised his hand to touch his chin, and said in a divine manner, "That's right, don't mention a female ghost, if you wear a wig, I want to have a plot with you..."

He said, and walked around Shang Yang from the side, bent down, raised his hand to fumble in Shang Yang's pocket. Of course, he didn't take what men had, but took out the cigarette from his pocket. After lit it, he took a suck. He found that Shang Yang was dazed again and scolded in anger: "Okay, don't pretend to be dead. I just came out of the bureau and was in a panic. Don't make things difficult for me. If I'm unhappy, the watermelons here will be eye-catching..."

"call…"

Shang Yang breathed a long sigh and came back to his senses. If Ding Sannian could say it, he would definitely do it.

Of course, he wasn't worried about actually doing it.

But with such a person around him, it is a very luxurious thing to think in a confused way. He didn't have much interest and snatched the cigarette. He knew that he could not sink in. No matter what he was thinking, he had to live like a normal person. He lit one and asked as normal as possible: "What's wrong?"

"Anti-pornography and anti-illegal medicine!"

Ding Sannian was very excited, his eyes were lit, as if he was telling something that was worth showing off. "You don't know, seven police cars came, forty or fifty people, three of them pressed me on the bed, and after I took my handcuffs, I squatted in a row in the corridor. When I saw it, hey... they were all crying, only the girl in the same room with me was laughing, and she said thank you, uncle police..."

"hehe…"

Shang Yang gradually smiled calmly, "Go and persuade them to be good again?"

"That's... the two major hobbies in my life are to persuade good women to cheat and encourage women to be good. I worked in three years and I didn't get the job. There are many people who advised them to be good... Who told me to be born in Xiaonian? The whole country fired fire on the day of my birth, which is to be kind!"

He said, taking a deep breath of cigarettes, and then squatted beside the rocking chair without any concerns. "Okay, don't mention sad things. Yesterday you sent me a message saying whether you have a part-time job. I happened to go in and squat for a few days and piled up a batch of business on my hands. There are people in the city, people going to the countryside, and people in the county, it depends on what you want..."

"But I hope you choose the one behind. After all, I have always wanted to develop business in the city. This time I went there to see the details. When the road is wide, I will talk about something else..."

What Ding Sannian said sounds like a big business, to put it bluntly, he is just a messy job.

He can do things like queuing up in hospitals, buying tickets at concerts, and temporary workers.

But there is a principle that those temporary workers in fixed locations never do anything, and they do work that costs little time and pay high returns. According to his words: I don’t worry about suffering and suffering, I just have to struggle, and maybe one day I will make a personal move.

It's true.

Shang Yang has always admired this point. Among the people he knows, no matter men, women, young and old, only Ding Sannian is in a state of passion all the time. As long as he thinks it is right, he can devote all his enthusiasm, be uneasy about the status quo, and make great efforts to make his sword go so far that it is jaw-dropping.

He advised women to be good, but he said it was to exercise eloquence.

When he was not working, he often volunteered in a nursing home. He was not so respectful to the elderly and loved the young, but he was thinking about it. What if an old man and an old lady were discouraged by her children and happened to be filial to me and gave me the inheritance?

I will also deliberately remember the family cemeteries and death days of some big-name people in the county. When the death day is approaching, I will go around the graves. If I encounter someone coming, I can cry loudly...

Such a person will succeed if he doesn't succeed now and will succeed in the future.

Perhaps it is also related to the family environment. Ding Xiaonian's parents were both chemical factory workers, his mother was the first batch of laid-off workers, and his father was an intellectual. After many failed elections, his temperament changed drastically and became addicted to gambling. His good family house was also mortgaged. Ding Xiaonian often wore patched clothes when he was a child. His mother also explained that "three years of poverty, three years of wealth, and three years of sewing and patching", so he got the title of three years.

"There's a lot of money!"

Shang Yang replied concisely and powerfully, the woman came out of the house yesterday and put her hatred aside for the time being. The main reason why she was condescending was that she had a lot of money and confidence, so now Shang Yang just wants to make money wholeheartedly.

"Oh... I thought I'd be done since I was blackmailed by scars!"

Ding Sannian screamed in surprise, his face full of incredible ideas: "Have you changed your personality? I used to say how promising this broken fruit stall can be. It's the most profitable to make tens of thousands of yuan a year. When it's windy and rainy, the melon seeds are tide and can't be sold, and there are few people. If you can't get into fruits in winter, there are not much profits. Don't look at how you feel you're doing well now. To put it bluntly, you just eat and wait for a lifetime to die. This will be the development of this life."

He started talking and became endless.

"By the way, I read the news two days ago and said that the standard for children to go to school is that the weight of parents cannot exceed 270 kilograms. They are all children going to school. What do you do when they look at their parents' weight? In the end, it is said that fat people have poor self-control, poor genetic genes, and fuck them... Now the competition in this society is too fierce. Brothers, we live to die when we were born. Do you think they are all in school and are doing well, and girls are crawling on the bed one by one? Wrong! You have to have status, not for anything else, just to not be able to watch others' singing and flute every night. We have to work hard..."

"How much can you make a profit of 100,000 yuan a year, and another sixty years?"

I have to admit that the eloquence of persuading women from the world to practice from good deeds is indeed very inspiring, and Shang Yang was infected by the passionate emotions.

Finally, he said: "There is a job, one thousand eight per hour! Do you do it?"

Ding Sannian looked up and glanced at him, then lowered his head guiltily and continued to smoke one by one. In fact, the endless talk just now was just for this sentence, and he was not sure what kind of work it was, but the conditions given were: male, strong and strong... made him think of some bad things, but he could not watch the opportunity missed. He was worried that he would not perform well, so he could only find the "veteran" Shang Yang to take action. Once he conquered, he would not be sure of any story later.

A person who can afford to spend an hour or eight, should be a rich man.

The so-called fat and water do not flow from outsiders to the fields.

Shang Yang suddenly fell silent and thought quietly. His attention was not on work, but on the first half of what Ding Sannian said.

He never thought before that he would still say with a high sound that this was the silence after seeing the strong winds and waves. When he was tired, he stopped playing, and living a free and easy life was the most important thing.

And now, his own life must be changed.

If you stay at the fruit stall, you will be the fruit stall owner for your whole life.

If you don’t stay here, who can explain what the future will be?
Chapter completed!