I am a training lecturer who shuttles back and forth on the land of China every week, just like a migratory bird, staying to prepare for the coming of the next moment.
Today, I traveled through the snowy city of SY and prepared for half a month to catch up with the training. I thought in my heart that even if it was for SY to make some industrial contributions, although I could not bring them any practical orders, I could tell them about the development of enterprises in the south that I had seen, and silently think about it in my heart.
I dreamed of coming to the north a long time ago. I felt that life there was simple and there was no intrigue in the south. I had heard about the generosity of northerners, and perhaps I would classify myself more as such people.
Or it is more because of the small family. I always think that people's hearts are a complex thing, so I am eager to go to the north to see their generosity.
Today, I finally came to the city of my dream. I talked with the driver about people and things in the north. I always think that the man can talk very well. Maybe this is also the characteristic of northerners. Maybe my conclusion is a bit vague, but when I saw that the man can talk, I thought that northerners can talk very well -- that is, talking in the north.
Seeing the car speeding in the neon lights of the city, I couldn't help but put on that false mask to myself. In fact, I hate this mask, but I don't want to wear it, because this is life. We can't change this society, so we have to work hard to adapt to it, or we will become extinct like dinosaurs.
I can't help shaking down the taxi window to smell the urban flavor of my childhood dream and let myself feel the city with my heart.
Once I chatted with my friends and learned that life in Shenyang is very casual. They often go to drink for a whole day, which is rarely seen in our south. At that time, I couldn't help asking in amazement: "Don't you know how precious time is?"
When my friend heard the question, he burst out laughing and said: "You are busy working and working for money every day in the cities. Aren't you southerners tired? Maybe you don't know that every penny you earn in the society will be returned to the society in the end?"
I was speechless when my friend asked me.
Yes, we are very tired. In fact, we are all very tired, but the environment here does not allow us to have a rest. Because people around us are struggling. If we rest, we will fall behind step by step. This is the gap between the south and the north. I couldn't help thinking to myself.
Suddenly, a car rushed out of the cross road. I watched the car hit my taxi. For a moment, I was shocked. I thought, "Is this what I came to this city for? Or is this what this city has brought me? What I dreamed of when I first came to meet me is my first car accident in my life?" My mind was very confused. I couldn't help thinking that I accompanied my wife to the park for a walk last time. The wife looked at the fortune teller and said, "Can you help my husband figure it out?" The fortune teller asked me about my birthday. In order to make her happy, he reported it to him as entertainment.
The fortune teller first said a lot of good words, then persuaded me that the north was dangerous. I listened, smiled, and gave money to pull my wife away, but my wife really wanted to listen. While I was smoking, I only saw my wife was nervous.
Finally, my wife looked at me and said, "Do you have to go to Shenyang for training?".
When my wife helped me pack my bags, she put my ancestral jade pendant into my backpack. At that time, I just smiled. In order to appease my wife, I didn't say anything, but felt that she was making a fuss, because I am not a person who believes in fate.
But I didn't expect that tonight was exactly as my wife worried.
When I saw the truck crash into the car, my mind was blank, and the whole person became dizzy when it was dark in front of me, but the ear sounded, "There is an accident, call 120 quickly, save people". Next, I didn't know what they and 120 did.
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Wang Jie is up. Class is coming soon.
My mind is confused. What kind of class is it? Is it the training lecture in Shenyang? Thinking of it, I could not help but get up immediately. When I opened my eyes and saw everything in front of me, I couldn't help but be shocked. How could the scene in front of me be so familiar? Suddenly, I looked at the people around me and asked, "What's going to school? What's the date of today?"
The young man beside him directly extended his hand, stroked my forehead, and then retracted to touch his own forehead. "No fever," he murmured
I'm dizzy. This guy thought I had a fever. He can't help being angry and funny. Forget it. I look for the date on my mobile phone. I don't know who was taking my place in the speech in Shenyang. In my heart, I don't know who threw me here directly. Even in an accident, I still live in a hospital. Why did I come here.
The young man beside me looked at me in a daze, and couldn't help shouting: "Hurry up, I won't wait for you until I get up."
"What class?" I couldn't help asking. I'm so curious at this time. Who is going to take my place? I was urged by the teenager, so I'm not in the mood.
The teenager may see that I won't get up until I make it clear, so he can't help saying aloud: "Today is Tuesday, and it's English morning self-study. Now the head teacher is coming to class soon." Maybe this guy wants to wake me up by shouting. I don't know, but I brought Dao into more confusion.
"What year is this?" I asked immediately.
"Why do you really want to stay in bed? Thank you for being my classmate, otherwise I really thought you were from another planet. This year is the millennium, 2000, what's wrong? Wang Jie, you should get up." The boy looked at me like a monster after saying that.
I don't know how I came to the classroom. My mind was just confused. What I kept repeating was what the teenager said just now, the millennium.
In the morning, I sat on the desk in one position, with the pen on my hand always writing the millennium.
What should I do? My wife, did she hear my bad news, or did she come back together? A question arose in my mind.
At the end of the class, the next student pulled my coat and said, "Will you play Kung Fu later?"
I shook my head, and then I continued to think about my problems. Although the previous life was not a very rich life, it was also a white-collar. Is it really necessary to start a business with the memory of rebirth?
When I think of starting a business in my last life, I only wrote about him when I registered as a legal person, and then he kicked me out directly. Is it necessary to live like that?
It's really contradictory and painful in my heart, because I can't believe my brothers for so many years, and because of this step by step design, should I continue to do it again? The painful feeling tore my heart, very tangled, and wanted to shout: "What should I do, why let me reborn."
At this time, a pale color appeared on my face, and the students around me had been watching my abnormality today. "What's wrong with Wang Jie? What happened?".
When my classmates asked me, I really wanted to tell him out loud. I thought it was something, but reason suppressed me.
I smiled at him and said, "It's OK, but I'm not feeling well." Maybe he was worried. He could not help shouting to the teacher, "Teacher, Wang Jie is ill."
At this time, the teacher looked over and saw my pale face. He could not help putting down the chalk in his hand and walked towards me. Concerned, he asked, "Wang Jie, what's wrong?".
I shook my head slightly and didn't speak. I was afraid, because I was afraid that I would say something about my rebirth, because now I really want to find someone to talk about my difficulties.
However, the teacher looked at my white face, frowned and said: "You study by yourself, I will take Wang Jie to the hospital." Then the teacher squatted down, and the students beside me helped me on the teacher's back.
I looked at the teacher's weak body carrying me, and I felt really shocked. I don't know how many years I haven't experienced this feeling. In the 21st century, I don't know whether there is such a teacher. Maybe there is one. Maybe more than that, I don't know, because I believe there are still good people in our country.
At this time, I whispered: "Teacher, I'm really fine, let me down, I can walk.".
Maybe it was too impressive for her just now. The teacher still carried my body away from school step by step.
I suddenly wanted to cry. Looking at the teacher's concern, I didn't know how many years I had not tasted it. When I was growing up, my parents had always taught me only to be "strong and independent". Once I tried to escape from this family because it gave me too much repression. When I was a child, when I watched other children leave school, my parents would pick me up. But I was alone. I carried a small bag weighing several kilograms on my weak shoulder. All I saw along the way were children and their parents telling about their achievements. At that time, I felt that I was redundant.
Looking at the clinic in front of me, my heart was tangled. I didn't know whether they would do psychoanalysis for me. I was afraid that they would know that I was reborn. At this time, my heart was torn again. I struggled to get down and try to escape the devil in my eyes.
