The Great Winter Soldier

"No one will care about you, no one." In a small and shabby apartment, a black man with thinning hair stood in front of the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and muttered to himself. He had a mediocre face. Face, his life is just like the face in the mirror, mediocre can no longer be mediocre. Ever since he was young, he seemed to be the one who was left out, without any shining points, and no one really remembered his name.

He worked hard every day and night, wandering in the bustling streets, but what he felt was endless loneliness. He had no relatives, no friends, and even no spare time. Although he was walking with flesh and blood, his heart was already rotten. Like a rotting corpse, exuding a fishy smell, his eyes even lost their confusion, leaving only numbness.

After all, humans are still social animals. When in difficulty or injured, they need warmth and comfort. Few people can have a strong enough heart to endure loneliness, emptiness and loneliness. Because of this, this black man with an ordinary life is exuding a rotten stench and is completely lost in this cold steel. In the jungle.

"Oh, what is this?" The black man adjusted his glasses with one hand. His empty eyes suddenly gained some focus. He turned his head slightly and saw a small cake on the table. He suddenly looked happy, "Max It’s great that someone remembers your birthday. Someone will remember your birthday. Who is he? Who is your only friend? Who is the only person in the world who remembers you? It turns out to be the famous Spider-Man, Spider-Man."

Max looked up along the cake and saw a simple little spider puppet. He suddenly grinned. The corpse-like figure suddenly became alive, as if life was full of colors: "Spider-Man is you Do you still remember me? How many people are there in New York City? 500 million, 800 million, million. You chose to save me among so many people. I knew that my life would not be so bleak. You chose me because of something special. Reason, right?”

Max suddenly reached out and took off the Spider-Man puppet. He lowered his voice and changed his voice as much as possible: "Yes, Max, I am Spider-Man. I choose to save you because you are different. You are not a little person. You Your life will not continue to be humble like this, you want to do some earth-shattering things with me."

Max hung up the puppet again, holding his sparse hair with both hands, looking shocked: "Really? Spider-Man, okay, I will help you, I fully support you, what should I do, I promise that I will There will only be you in my life. I will make you the center of my life. Let us do something big. Where do we start?"

"No, no, Max, today is your birthday. This is your extraordinary beginning. The first task I give you is to eat the birthday cake I gave you." Max took off the spider puppet again, He lowered his voice and imitated the little spider's accent, "Eat it quickly. Happy birthday. Today I wish you my own blessing. Today next year, everyone in New York will send you blessings. You will become the center of attention like me. The center of attention, you will become a star, you will be needed by everyone, whenever people are in trouble, they will think of you, think of Max, you are not a wretch, you are a useful person, everyone All eyes will be focused on you.”

Max hung up the Spider-Man puppet again, picked up the cake with a look of ecstasy, and muttered in detail: "Yes, Spider-Man, I know I won't be alone anymore, now I have a Friend, you need me, you need me, you need me.”

It turns out that all of this was self-directed and acted. If it were put on the film and television screen, it might be an interesting plot. But if it happened in real life, such a scene would make people feel extremely sad. An extremely ordinary little person, In a lonely and empty life, I will walk through this life lonely and turn into dust. In the end, I will not be remembered by anyone, as if I have never appeared in this world. He is so pitiful that he can only choose to deceive himself and others in this way, imagining himself as an accomplished person, a person who attracts much attention, or in other words, a person who is needed.

Jingle Bell

Max, who was still placing candles, suddenly heard the phone ringing. He had directed and acted in a storyline. He was obviously hypnotized by himself and was in a good mood. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello, I'm Mai."

"The lights on the 23rd floor of the industrial area are not working. Please come and repair them." A cold voice came from the other end of the phone.

"But I asked for leave, today is mine."

"Dudududu" Before Max could finish his words, there was only a busy tone on the other end of the phone. The other party had hung up the phone and didn't care what Max wanted to say. Just like Max's life, no one has ever really cared about him, cared about him, or even noticed him.

Originally, I deceived myself and acted out a story

The happy face of Max returned to normal, his face was ashen, he lowered his head, and held the cheap mobile phone tightly in his palm. After a few seconds, Max forgot all his emotions, chose to bow to life, and handed over the mobile phone. Put it in his pocket, put on his coat, and staggered out of the small room. Before closing the door, Max saw the candle that had been inserted on the cake but not yet lit through the crack in the door. Max's eyes dimmed. He came down, closed the door gently, and mechanically opened his legs.

Max walked in a daze, always bumping into various hurried figures along the way. Max just kept bowing his head and apologizing, suppressing the loss and sadness in his heart, and finally came to Osborne Company.

Max thought it was just a small problem. Indeed, it was really a small problem. He quickly repaired the line, but was assigned to complete another job by his colleagues who always made fun of him.

"I'm taking leave today. This is my day off. You can't do this. You can handle such a small problem by yourself. Why do you have to call me?" Max whispered. This is how his life has never been. He had outbursts, and even seemed to have never spoken loudly. His extremely low self-esteem made him a soft persimmon that everyone rubbed against him. Those vicious colleagues took pleasure in making fun of him every day, adding some spice to their equally humble lives. , what is frustrating is that these happiness are based on Max's pain.

"Oh, poor Max, everyone knows that your skills are the best. Our supervisor personally called for your help. Aren't you eager to be needed? Now is the time." A colleague patted Max's shoulder. After hearing Max's weak and cowardly excuse, his tone became even more exaggerated, "Go quickly, otherwise don't blame us for joining forces to report you. You know, there are many witnesses here."

As the colleague spoke, he sat down laughing, holding the poker in his hand, and joined the gambling game again. Several colleagues sitting around the table laughed, waved their hands, and chased Max away like a dog. Kicked out.

"I" Max was so angry that he was shaking all over, and after more than ten seconds, he chose the same option as he had for decades, lowered his head, and left silently.

This hard-earned rest day was spent in such a busy way. Finally, it was time to get off work. Max picked up the shabby briefcase and tried to return to his home and lock himself in the shabby little house. , once again directed and acted in a wonderful story to make myself feel better.

However, when he was in a hurry to catch the elevator, he saw his supervisor.

Max greeted politely and wanted to enter the elevator, but was pushed out by his supervisor: "The work efficiency of your department is simply shameful. The issues raised by the Bioengineering Department this afternoon have not been resolved yet. You should be working , who allowed you to get off work? Do you want to cause the company to suffer losses? If you can't repair the lines there tonight, don't even think about getting off work."

"But" Max begged humbly, but unfortunately the elevator door slowly closed. In the entire department, except for him who was working, the rest of the people were enjoying themselves. Of course, the heavy work fell on him. The character of being bullied made Max have to bear the consequences himself. He wanted to He wanted to explain it all, but poor him, he still didn't dare to say it when the words came to his lips.

Poor man, freedom is hateful.

"But today is my birthday. I should be on holiday. I asked for a holiday and the company approved it." The moment the elevator door closed, Max finally couldn't suppress his inner emotions and spoke out. However, the words he spoke They were all very quiet, trembling, and groveling.

"Ding."

The elevator door suddenly opened again, revealing the supervisor and a kind of expressionless company employee.

Max's eyes lit up, and he seemed to see hope.

But he saw the supervisor pressing the door-closing button again. Just before the elevator closed again, Max saw the supervisor's mischievous smile and said with a smile: "Happy surprise birthday."

As the words fell, the elevator door closed tightly and slid downwards.

Max stared stupidly at the electronic screen above the elevator door. The floors kept flashing downwards, just as Max's mood kept sinking into the bottom.

He stood alone in front of the elevator door, lowered his head, and was silent for a long time. Then he chose to turn around and walk back to his department. He looked at the papers stacked on the table and began to solve various problems in such a large enterprise one by one. item question.

Everything was as usual, in the dead of night, there was only his lonely figure working silently. To be continued. .