I have to teach the world a lesson

Ends October 15th.

The sales volume of "That Summer" has exceeded 40,000.

Of course, as the heat passed, this increase began to slow down, but in the entire youth literature circle, "That Summer" is still a top-notch work.

Lin Xia also received the first royalties in his life, 80,000 yuan.

When she got her first royalties, Lin Xia was very excited. Like many little girls, she wanted to share the news with her best friend.

But the moment I picked up the phone...

She suddenly discovered that the friend she could share with had not been in contact with her for a long, long time.

The phone was fixed on the dial button of "Zhang Panpan". After hesitating for a long time, she finally chose to put it down.

some people……

As we walked, they became sparse and dispersed.

Although I feel very sad, as if I have lost a very important person in my life.

But if you deliberately maintain this relationship that has gradually become alienated, it will only make people look down upon.

She Lin Xia!

I have never felt sorry for Zhang Panpan!

After staring at the fallen leaves outside the window for a long time in front of the balcony, Lin Xia put the book "That Midsummer" on the bookshelf, and then stood up.

The journey of "That Summer" is almost over.

Next, she will write a new book.

new book……

Lin Xia thought about Zhang Sheng taking her to see a lot of things she had not seen, and to meet people she had never been in contact with...

It is impossible for people who live in the world of fairy tales to know that there are still people in this world who cannot afford to eat, wear warm clothes, and are even happy to eat instant noodles on their birthdays.

When I think about this...

""That Midsummer" can probably be regarded as a fairy tale book looking forward to the future..."

"New book, lower your head, it's time to write about everyone who is struggling..."

noon.

After dinner, she took out her cell phone and dialed her mother's number.

The phone rang for a long time and was not answered.

Lin Xia was not in a hurry. Over the years, she had basically gotten used to it.

Sometimes, I didn't receive a call from my mother for half a month, and she didn't even come home for half a year. Even during holidays, they rarely saw each other, and the only way to contact her was by phone.

But the phone call often only lasts a few minutes before hanging up, and I am full of grievances and don’t know who to talk to.

After being unable to get through the phone call again, Lin Xia inevitably felt a little disappointed again.

She stared blankly at the group photos on the wall.

That group photo was taken when I was seven years old, when I went to the amusement park...

Looking at it, I felt a little aggrieved, but then I reminded myself that my identity was different and I had to be a little stronger.

About ten minutes later.

Suddenly the phone rang again.

She picked up the phone with great expectation, only to find that the call was not from her mother, but from Zhang Sheng.

After experiencing a brief gap, she answered the phone.

"Classmate Lin, are you free tomorrow?"

"What's up?"

"Aren't you going to write a new book? I'll take you to find the materials together."

"Well, material?"

"Yes, it's three o'clock in the morning. Can you get up?"

"??"

………………………………

October 16th.

It's half past three in the morning.

Under the streetlight next to the overpass, Lin Xia saw Zhang Sheng again.

There is a group of people around Zhang Sheng.

This group of people were carrying cameras, and under the guidance of Ke Zhanyi, they were curiously shooting here and there, as if they were curious about everything in the lens.

Then...

Ke Zhanyi seemed to have said something.

The students immediately put down their cameras and looked at Ke Zhanyi.

Ke Zhanyi's expression was cold, as if he was scolding these students, and his voice was so loud that Lin Xia could hear it from a very far away place.

Zhang Sheng seems to have changed little from a month ago.

Dressed in ordinary clothes and with a gentle smile on his face, he stood by the bridge and looked into the distance.

Under the streetlight, his figure was stretched very long, and he seemed particularly lonely among the crowd.

Of course, this feeling of loneliness seemed to be an illusion. After a brief look, he walked to the center of these students and looked at Ke Zhanyi with the same serious expression as these students.

At that moment, he and they seemed to merge into one, disappearing into the dust and smoke.

After Ke Zhanyi finished his training, he assigned shooting tasks.

Zhang Sheng turned around and noticed Lin Xia, and immediately came over with a warm smile.

"Zhang Sheng, are you making a documentary?"

"Yes, the documentary will start soon. This is our first stop. We will walk slowly here with the camera, and then walk to the subway station for the second round of filming..."

"metro station?"

"Yes, let's take pictures of the subway station in the morning and the subway station in the evening... They have left, I will take you there."

"good."

Lin Xia looked at Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng's smile was a little more serious.

Lin Xia followed Zhang Sheng and looked curiously at the pedestrians walking around.

The night in Yanjing City is quiet and deep. Looking up at the sky, there are still no stars in sight. The long roadside is brightly illuminated by lights.

The lanterns are on.

The high-rise buildings on both sides did not turn off their lights and were still as bright as day.

Through the lamp, looking at the windows of the office building in the distance, I could vaguely see someone busy...

At the street corner, the cleaners in yellow clothes have already gone to work. They are cleaning every piece of land with brooms. In the restaurant next to it, the breakfast shop has been busy for a long time. The steam from the steamer is slowly moving up the steamed buns... …

When passing by a convenience store, Lin Xia looked through the window and saw a young man lying on the small table at the door of the convenience store, holding a half-eaten custard bun in his hand.

A student noticed something keenly and walked in with a camera.

After the clerk saw the person interviewing him, he immediately cheered up despite his sleepy eyes. When he understood the purpose of his visit, he pointed at the person lying next to him.

"He comes every day..."

"He works in the office building next to him. He gets off work around two o'clock..."

"His rent was due and the landlord wanted to increase the price, so he gave up on renewing the lease. This month, he came here at about 2:30 every day and bought a dinner, which was a few quicksand buns. After buying, he ate some Thing, just lie on the table and sleep..."

"He will probably lie down until about five o'clock in the morning. When I get busy here, he will go back to work..."

"It's been like this for about a month..."

While the clerk was chatting.

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up subconsciously.

The person is not yet awake, his eyes are still sleepy and lack of energy, but his mouth is chewing the uneaten quicksand buns: "I'll leave right away, leave right away..."

The scene was captured on camera.

The man suddenly woke up. He stuffed the quicksand bag back subconsciously, with an awkward expression on his face: "You are... ah, you are doing an interview. Can you not film this part? It's not dignified..."

Lin Xia discovered that he was not middle-aged.

He seemed to be a young man, but he looked a little older.

The students walked up to communicate with this person, and then unexpectedly discovered that this person was actually a graduate of Yanshi Chemical Industry in 2005.

At this moment, he seemed a little embarrassed, as if something had been uncovered in public, and he hurriedly dodged the camera. When he learned that it could be coded, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Xia looked at him with an embarrassed expression.

He repeatedly said that he didn’t actually come here to sleep every day. He also said that he actually made a lot of money, with a monthly salary of more than 7,000!

He desperately maintained his poor dignity, tried hard to behave like a senior, and introduced his company.

But those students who used to take pictures were very silent, and the laughter at the beginning was gone.

Especially the voice of Li Zhonghe, the former president of Yanshihua Photography Agency, who was carrying a camera and interviewed, seemed to have changed a bit.

Lin Xia watched the whole process.

Lin Xia had never seen a night at four o'clock in the morning, and had never seen a person do such a thing in order to save some rent.

She has been a rich girl since she was a child, and she seems to be in two different worlds from these people. She has never heard of such a scene before.

After interviewing the senior, the senior covered his face with his clothes and ran away in a hurry without asking Li Zhonghe, president of the photography club, to invite him to breakfast or accept a cigarette.

A few people walked out and the atmosphere became quiet.

They are walking on the road.

At about four o'clock in the morning, Yanjing Road is not lonely, but very lively.

There were people standing beside the traffic lights.

They have just gone to work or got off work.

They were walking in a hurry, like big-headed ants, trying their best to survive.

Students saw the sleepy driver in the taxi...

I saw someone on the street talking on a phone. Suddenly he threw the phone to the ground and cried loudly. Finally, he carefully lowered his head and picked up the phone to see if he could still make calls.

When he saw that he could make a phone call, he wiped his tears and continued to explain something on the phone with a smile on his face.

that moment……

Lin Xia felt that all living beings were desperately trying to live.

The world of adults...

Nothing seems easy.

Following the hurried footsteps, they crossed another overpass.

I saw that on the overpass, the wandering singers were still singing at the top of their lungs, singing about their unyielding to life and the power of living...

But although pedestrians were in a hurry, not many people stopped, as if he was a marginal figure.

Students carried cameras and went over for interviews.

The street singer is very talkative, and he was very happy when someone interviewed him.

He introduced himself as "AK", from Huizhou, and had been in Yanjing for five years.

In the past five years, I have served dishes, worked as a resident singer in a bar, been scolded as a jerk, and also lied under an overpass like a homeless man, and was bitten by mosquitoes...

He is optimistic.

He said that music is his life. Without music, there is no life.

This is his dream!

But the more optimistic he was, the more Lin Xia felt a little tight in his chest.

In this world, there are too many people who are eager to get ahead and become famous, and there are also many people who are persistent...

Unfortunately, only one lucky person can appear out of thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.

In front of the camera, he desperately introduced his new song.

He never calls himself a "tramp singer", he considers himself a musician.

He is waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a Bole who can appreciate him!

…………………………

After the students finished interviewing the wandering singer, they headed to the next place under the leadership of Ke Zhanyi.

The wandering singer did not recognize Ke Zhanyi, but thought that Ke Zhanyi looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

When people gradually left, the wandering singer did not have any hope for such interviews.

He has accepted many similar video interviews, but those interviews have all come to nothing...

He continued to hold the guitar and sang original songs that no one cared about, waiting at the top of his lungs for the next person to come.

Just when the prelude started to sound...

Not far away, he saw a young man turning back.

There was another girl wearing a mask, but judging from her figure and skin, she was definitely a beauty, following behind the young man.

"Sing it, let me listen." The young man looked at him and smiled.

"Dude, do you want a song?"

"point!"

"What song is it?"

"Your new song..."

""Yanjing Night"?"

"yes!"

"good!"