Pet me, are you addicted?

In December, I tried to find a job as an after-school tutor.Because I had previous tutoring experience, and Zhang Jing was a part-time English teacher, I was very motivated, so after I interviewed two training institutions, I was hired smoothly.

The location of the institution is far away, and it takes nearly an hour to take a bus.Go to work at 1:2 pm every day, leave work at [-]:[-] pm, and rest [-]-[-] days a week.The content of the work is nothing more than tutoring some middle school students with their homework.

I seem to be more interested in dealing with knowledge than dealing with people.So although it was a bit hard, after three days of persistence, I think it was quite fun.

Until that day, the person in charge said that he was going to hand over a third-year student to me for tutoring, and I suddenly felt overwhelmed.I thought, I wasn't ready at all to put all my energy into teaching.

I just want to feed my dream by teaching, writing.In the end, I did not accept the student and left the training institution.

In a blink of an eye, January came, and the postgraduate exam came.I suddenly realized that this time it will be a naked test.Capricious like a lunatic, I moved out of Zhang Jing's house and rented a single room near the Normal University.

As a result, I cheated myself again and missed the exam.I'm thinking about finding a job that doesn't use my brain.Do things with your limbs at work, and write with your head after get off work.In this way, I quickly found a job in a supermarket near my residence.

To my surprise, during my internship, I ran into Li Lei by chance in a supermarket.Someone I hadn't contacted for a year and eight months suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.He still knows me, and I still know him, but his face is obviously a little fatter.

- How did you get fat?

——It’s time to work, the food in the canteen of the unit is good!

The corners of the mouth were raised, and there were not too many greetings.The four eyes met and did not stay for too long.

— Hey, I'm leaving.

—Well, bye.

I bid farewell lightly and watched his leaving back firmly.

In the end, I didn't get the job in the supermarket because of the account problem.So, I had a terrible idea, resign to my fate, and go back to manufacturing.

After submitting several resumes online, I was still hesitating, torn between writing and manufacturing.In the end, after rejecting several interview invitations, I was still defeated and participated in an interview with a large private enterprise.

Soon, I returned to manufacturing and started working again.

After that, the Spring Festival came, and I did not go home for the New Year again.I had a New Year's Eve dinner at Zhang Jing's house.More than ten days ago, Zhang Jing wanted to go to Beijing for fun and planned for a while.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I accompanied Zhang Jing on the train bound for Beijing.On the train, a pair of immature lovers are in the No.12 sleeper car.This is an express train from Chongqing to Beijing.

I dare not make judgments about their age.There are some faint spots on the boy's face, his hairstyle is a typical non-mainstream style, dark red, slightly long, covering most of the face on both sides, and there are silver stud earrings at the base of his ears.

The girl is petite and cute, with long hair and shawls, and her voice is babbling, like a doll in a window, more like a little girl who is not mature enough to fall in love.But they are indeed a couple.

They are wearing couple shoes, the same style, the same color.The boy takes off the girl's shoes, covers the quilt, and is intimate.Perhaps because they were too lazy to climb to the upper berth, the two simply lay down on the lower berth, hugged each other and fell asleep after kissing generously.

The train rumbled into the night, and they staggered into dreamland.This is my first trip to Beijing, and so does Zhang Jing.The first time in life is mostly unplanned and inadvertently lost virginity.

The year before last, I didn't go home for the first time during the Spring Festival. At that time, I just met Li Lei, so I suddenly decided to stay.Last year, my novel, a short story, was published on paper for the first time, and it was equally unexpected.

A few days ago, Zhang Jing clamored to go to Beijing. I was extremely disgusted at first.However, when the ticket and luggage were all ready, I was like the bow and arrow that was stringed, no matter how reluctant I was, I had to head in that direction and set off on time.

And once the bow and arrow leave the string, there is no possibility of turning back, so I no longer have the previous aversion and reluctance, but instead, the novelty of travel.So, this Spring Festival, I didn't go home again.

My friend said that no matter how life is in a year, you should still go home during the Spring Festival.The Spring Festival is a season of the year, and it is the beginning of the growth of all things under the laws of nature.

Today, the Spring Festival is separated from nature and has become the law of life in society. It is a festival of reunion, and people create a festive atmosphere.I haven't given much thought to this.

I am an immature adult, half casual, half serious, half naive, half calm, half shy, and half generous.

Maybe our love is immature, but we will cherish this feeling more than anyone else.We waited for the train to leave the night and drive into the light of dawn.

When I came to the beautiful capital Beijing for the first time, my first impression of Beijing was that it was an empty city.Winter goes to spring, and it turns warm and cold.Spacious buses, straight streets, sparse pedestrians.

When I said goodbye, I suddenly felt that I had never been to Beijing.I stayed in Beijing for two nights and then returned to Chongqing first.Zhang Jing was left alone, and he wanted to play for two more days.

After the Spring Festival holiday, I returned to the factory life.The factory is like a small modern society - mechanized, automated, unconscious, impersonal.

I instinctively resisted all this, and the day of saying goodbye was nowhere in sight.Because it was my turn to work the evening shift, I moved into the company's dormitory. Sometimes I only went back to Zhang Jing's house on weekends, and sometimes I went back for several days.

The new company was near Jiaotong University, so I had no time to go to work, so I slipped to Jiaotong University and hid in the classroom to read, sometimes sitting on the grass and basking in the sun.

After working in this company for three months, first it was a difficult night shift, then a harsh working environment, and finally a boring handover.I still couldn't withstand all kinds of pressure and resigned on the eve of Labor Day.

May.I began to try different types of writing, or reality, or fantasy, or focusing on the current society, or the long history of fiction.Changing tricks and working hard in circles is not worth the loss.Farewell, false statements.

In July, Zhang Jing rented out the fifth floor.It was at this time that I had the idea of ​​saying goodbye to Chongqing, or a forced impulse.

Although it has been more than half a year since I have no real affection for Zhang Jing, but frankly speaking, I am still reluctant to leave him.

I ended up staying in Chongqing for some time, and I made appointments with Ren Ran, Hu Ge, and Zhu Hang.Arbitrary is still as lovely as ever, which makes me reluctant to part.

And Hu Ge still seems to be obsessed with one-night stands, and he has a lot of love for penises.Zhu Hang became more confident, and I gave him a collection of short stories, one of which was written by me.

When packing, I decided to keep all the books I bought over the years.Only the book "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" was stuffed into the bag.

Finally, I stepped on the train back to my hometown.Goodbye, Mist Mountain City.Goodbye, dear pianist.

It has been three years since I graduated from university, and I seem to have no home in this society.

A month ago, I left Chongqing, the city where I have worked for three years.When the train left Chongqing North Station, some images from three years ago easily appeared in my mind. Those were the memories of my parting from Changsha after graduating from university.The dead are like husbands, never giving up day and night.In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

The bright moon frightens the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night.The fragrance of rice flowers says a good year.Hear the sound of frogs.Seven or eight stars away, two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain.It was by the forest of Maodian Society in the old days.When the road turned around, I suddenly saw it at the head of the stream.

In August, I returned to my home in the countryside of Jianzhou.That night, I walked along the Dongxi stream, facing the scene of mountains and fields.Suddenly, I realized how much I enjoyed being in my hometown.

Small village, small space, this is where I was born and raised.So, I couldn't help but whisper in my heart:

30. After [-] years, I must come back here, waiting to grow old.Be sure to come back here and wait to grow old.Waiting to grow old slowly.

Just like that over and over again.

In September, I came to the provincial capital.Changsha, Chongqing, the provincial capital, the three cities seem to have two things in common, they are all stove cities, and there are famous mountains in the city.

This can be regarded as my second visit to this city, and I can't help but recall the first time seven years ago.It was the time after the college entrance examination, the physical examination related to dreams.

At this time, I don't even remember the places I have been and the roads I have passed.The only things left in my memory are the intertwined big banyan trees on the side of the road and the tall buildings standing in the air.

In the past seven years, these two things seem to have not changed much, which verifies the connotation of the word "things are right and people are wrong".To my surprise, there is no subway in the provincial capital, and this big project is in full swing.

I couldn't help complaining that the modernization of the provincial capital, a coastal provincial capital city, has long been left far behind by the inland cities in the southwest.

A few days after arriving in the provincial capital, I applied for a job in an education and training institution and became a full-time tutor, starting a new job.During this period of time, except for sleeping and going to work, I almost stayed in the house for the rest of the time.

Take time out occasionally to get outdoors, but only within an hour of walking.I gradually got used to walking alone on the road, or enjoying my own quietness, or joining in the excitement of others.

Zuohai Park, Provincial Museum, West Lake Park, Three Lanes and Seven Alleys, these areas seem to cover all my spare time.

That day in the cafe, I actually saw Shao Wei's photo on the dating software.This mobile dating app is very popular in gay circles.It has a location function and can search for people around you who are also using this software.

At the same time, it is anonymous and has a secret function. If you don't upload your real avatar, no one will know who you are.I didn't upload a profile picture, this has always been my style - restrained, unassuming, or cowardly, not brave.

After these years, my emotional needs have become weaker and weaker. Maybe I really get used to loneliness after being alone for a long time.As a result, my principle of making friends gradually changed from being hungry to not being hungry.