At the intersection of Xingshun 1st Street, the sign occupying the golden position of the corner is flashing with colorful bright LED. The familiar cartoon image and font on it show the identity of the shop.
'Grassland Chain Barbecue Store Xingshun Branch'
To tell the truth, Lin Zhengjun has always felt that the aesthetic of this barbecue restaurant is a problem. The style and color of the signboard are not dirt, but dirt has fallen off, but the business of others is extremely good. The beautiful signboard next door, which looks elegant and grand, and represents a very simple style of post-modernism, has not brought any benefits to its owner. Look at the cool appearance of the store, Maybe it won't last long.
Standing beside the trash can at the intersection, Lin Zhengjun smokes silently, his cigarette end is clear, his eyes are dull, and his mind subconsciously echoes the scene just happened in the private room of the barbecue restaurant.
Today, the team leader led everyone to eat large families. Of course, the money was paid by the company, because the company would work overtime in the next two days. The company would pay everyone to have a meal to calm their grumpy mood. In fact, the company still has a little residual human sentiment.
Of course, I'm sorry to say that. In fact, Lin Zhengjun has been working in this company for almost four years, which fully shows that the working environment and atmosphere of this company are passable.
As for the reason why Lin Zhengjun is in a low mood at the moment, it is not because he has to work overtime continuously. Lin Zhengjun is a single dog. He usually plays games and reads books at home when he is free. There was no place to go. There is no difference between working overtime and not working overtime. Lin Zhengjun totally cares about 996.
The reason why I was smoking on the pretext of depression was that I was blocked by everyone's complaint meeting just now.
It may be the role of alcohol. Everyone started by complaining about the company's heavy work and the troubles in their own work, and finally turned into a grievance meeting of the bottom fart people. One by one, people who complained about everything had to cry bitterly. Lin Zhengjun was really depressed and found an excuse to smoke.
Lin Zhengjun is not without empathy. Anyone who lives in this world has nothing bad to worry about? Lin Zhengjun, who has been kicked for several times, is not hearty or full of revolutionary optimism. However, there are some things you can't always think about. If you know it's a piece of shit, it's boring to poke it with a stick all the time. People should learn to be confused.
Yes, we have to learn to keep one eye open and one eye closed. Although Lin Zhengjun is not 40 years old, he can still think of some things.
"What's wrong? Depressed?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him. Lin Zhengjun turned around, grinned, and squinted at the usual people. The colorless lights were shining on his haggard face, but his eyes were gentle and indifferent.
"Brother Xiang, why did you come out? Do you smoke?"
Lin Zhengjun handed the cigarette case to the smiling Xiang Haichao, and shook his head with a smile, with a slight shake and relief in his eyes.
"No, it's not easy to quit. You should smoke less. It's no good."
Lin Zhengjun smiled:
"It's just a habit."
Xiang Haichao smiled with understanding. Naturally, old smokers know what smokers think. In fact, if possible, Xiang Haichao also wants to smoke a cigarette.
"What's the matter? Can you tell me about it?"
Lin Zhengjun shakes his head. Xiang Haichao is the leader of the first group of their marketing department, and also the boss since Lin Zhengjun took office. He has always led Lin Zhengjun. Xiang Haichao's ability to work is average. The most important thing is that he is good in character. He will never give over to others, let alone take credit from his subordinates. When his subordinates are in trouble, he will never refuse to help them. He is a rare good boss.
This is one of the important reasons why Lin Zhengjun has been working in this company for more than four years.
"Nothing. I just don't like what they say. I'm not angry young people in their eighteenth or twentieth years old. It's not interesting to dump trash so much. It's better to come out and breathe."
Smile silently to the tide:
"It's better to vent once in a while. It's easy to have problems if you are stuffy."
Lin Zhengjun was stunned, then smiled and shook his head:
"Leadership is leadership, and it's really far sighted."
Xiang Haichao put his arm around the back of Lin Zhengjun's head and said with a smile:
"Don't beat around the bush and scold me, when I can't hear you!"
Lin Zhengjun smiled and flicked the ash:
"I'm wronged. I really like you. It's not the black powder in disguise."
"You little boy, I am not a leader. Look at my salary list, how much more money than you?"
"How many?"
As soon as he raised his hand to Haichao, Lin Zhengjun quickly flashed past. In fact, he knew Xiang Haichao's payroll and secretly read it. It was about 1000 yuan more than his own.
Smile at the tide, turn around and look at the endless traffic and passers-by in the night, sigh slowly, and his face gradually sinks.
"In fact, I sometimes have a lot of complaints, but I'm embarrassed to say it."
Lin Zhengjun was stunned again and replied with a smile:
"Tell me about it, Brother."
Turn to Haichao and look at Lin Zhengjun. After a moment's pause, he smiles with relief and turns to look at the endless flow of cars:
"There's nothing to say, just like people know how warm and cold they are when drinking water. In fact, I'm not dissatisfied. My parents are alive, my wife is virtuous, and my lovely little angel, hehe..."
The smile on Xiang Haichao's face is indifferent, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are filled with a gentle and happy atmosphere.
Lin Zhengjun was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable emotion stirred up in his heart, which made him gasp for breath. He raised his hand, bit the cigarette holder in his mouth, and took a hard breath. The choking smoke rushed into the cold heart and lungs, warming his trembling mood.
Yes, Xiang Haichao's parents are still alive, but his father is diabetic, almost blind, his mother is uremic, and is undergoing dialysis. His wife is healthy, but his little angel has brain damage in the fetus. He is diagnosed with autism and needs lifelong treatment.
Fortunately, Haichao's parents have pension and medical insurance, but they also have to pay part of the treatment costs themselves, especially dialysis costs and some imported drugs. In addition to health care, physical therapy and other costs, the pension of the two elderly people simply cannot make ends meet.
The cost of Xiang Haichao's daughter is terrible. There are not only expensive treatment costs, but also childcare and health care costs. The childcare cost alone is about six or seven thousand a month, not to mention medical expenses. Children's medical expenses can not be shared by medical insurance.
The total income of Xiang Haichao's husband and wife is less than 20000 yuan. Even in a metropolis like Haicheng, the income of 20000 yuan is still good for ordinary families. But after considering the cost of three patients in a family, Xiang Haichao's budget is almost negative every month. Xiang Haichao's wife has to do a part-time job at night to help with family affairs, so she can barely live on.
It is because Lin Zhengjun knows these things that he can't agree with those colleagues who complain in the private room. People like Xiang have nothing to say. They have nothing to say. It's nothing if they can't find a wife! What if you can't afford a house! No famous car! That's bullshit without a famous brand bag!
If you have the ability, try to live with three patients on your back!!
Lin Zhengjun forced the smoke out of his lungs, reached out and pressed the cigarette butt firmly into the ashtray above the trash can:
"Brother Xiang, don't you feel bitter?"
Lin Zhengjun felt a little regretful as soon as the problem came out. He looked at the tide and squinted at the tide, thinking:
"Is it hard? Well, it seems that it is really hard, like climbing with a mountain on your back. But this is life. Xiao Lin, you don't understand. You will understand when you have a child. Holding her soft little body, feeling her infinite dependence and attachment to you, it is worth all the pain."
Lin Zhengjun tried to go virtual for a while, but he could not feel the wonderful experience that Xiang Haichao said, so he had to shake his head helplessly:
"I don't understand. In fact, I think it's boring to live."
"Hehe, don't, life may be difficult, but it's really beautiful. Think about the good place, when you have a child..."
"Brother Xiang, I have to have a girlfriend first."
"Then find a girlfriend first. You are old enough. Didn't the family rush you?"
"Ho ho, how can I not? But Brother Xiang, is it not good to live alone? Is it because I have too much money, or my skin is too cheap, or the game is not fun? The novel is not good? I have to find someone to help me spend money and keep an eye on me, then stop me from playing games and reading novels, and specifically help her wash clothes, cook food and empty the shopping cart? I'm not so worried!"
Xiang Haichao was stunned and his face was constipated. After a while, he smiled bitterly:
"Forget it. I don't understand your ideas at all. There is a generation gap!"
"I'm sorry to say that to you. You are only seven years older than me."
"Hehe, this is the information age, five years a generation."
Xiang Haichao sighed and patted Lin Zhengjun on the shoulder:
"Well, go in after smoking. Don't let people think you are not sociable."
Lin Zhengjun pouts:
"Brother Xiang, you just like to worry too much. I have to take care of what others think of me, and they don't give me money to spend."
"You can't say that. The relationship between colleagues should be good. Even if you can't let them become your help, you can't let them become your resistance, can you?"
Lin Zhengjun helplessly looks at the tide:
"All right, it's up to you. The leader must give face to you. Go to Gosaigao!"
"You boy, I am still pointing to this job. Do you think I will be promoted and paid by the company because of this? Let's go, don't wait!"
After a depressing dinner party, Lin Zhengjun returned to his rented house, thinking that he would be a hero again after sleeping. Unfortunately, a strange dream turned Lin Zhengjun's fate into a fork in the road.
