love on the other side

I know that I am a person who does not want to sink.There were always late nights of condemning and cursing myself when I indulged in mind-numbing indulgence.Even though I'm a little different from others, I can still live a sunny life.Those things under the roof, in the room, under the bed, needles, condoms, and self-abuse make life decadent.

During the day, I made up my mind to find something to do.Although during these decadent days, I almost lost my human form, my face was full of stubble, my hair was dry and messy, and my face was haggard, but I shaved off my beard, washed my hair, and put on neat clothes to cover up the wounds on my body and the decadent past.I haven't graduated from university, and my work experience is unbearable. I don't want to do anything related to writing.In this way, it is not easy to find a decent job.

In the end, I worked as an apprentice in a bakery.

There are several advantages to being an apprentice. First, you have to do everything, and you are busy enough, especially if you are physically busy. Then I will fall asleep when I get home at night, and I will have no time to think about extra things.Second, I hide in the bakery almost all day, so that I will not meet anyone who might know me, and I can be a new person as if I have disappeared.Third, there is endless bread.Once a person solves the problem of bread first, other problems will not be a problem.

There are not many employees in the bakery, the proprietress and his wife, two apprentices, a baker and a pastry chef, there are only six people in total.As one of the two apprentices, I was responsible for learning how to make bread with the baker, that is, he asked me to wipe his ass after shitting.As for my master, he is a short man in his 40s with a big head and a big brain. He wears slippers all day long, likes to peel peanuts and drink white wine, and he likes to sing sister, you sit on the bow, brother, I will walk on the shore.I don't like him, but I don't hate him either.People are busy with life, I can't find a reason to hate a person.Besides, there is nothing wrong with working with a baker, there is no pressure.He himself would talk to himself or sing like hell, and I could just keep silent.

As for the other apprentice, I was not as lucky as me. He learned how to make cakes from the pastry chef, and he often complained in front of me.During the lunch break, the two of us took five meat floss breads and a bottle of Mirinda soda, sat on the small bench at the back door of the bakery, and started to gobble it up.His name is Yilong, about my age, he has brown hair, round face, very sensual.As he sipped his soda, he said:

"Oh, the damned pastry chef, I'm almost suffocated to death. You said I came to be an apprentice, and he didn't tell me anything. How would I know what to do? I did it wrong. He just looked at me and didn't say anything. He is so scary, especially those eyes, just looking at me makes me feel like the sky is falling!"

"Leave him alone, just sit and watch him make cakes."

"It's no wonder the boss didn't fire me into hot and sour squid!" He said, wiped the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth, drank the last sip of Mirinda, and took a breath.

"You said it would be nice to get a bottle of beer!" he said.

I ignored him, and when I looked up, I saw the pastry chef coming out of the pastry room with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a cream cake in his hand.He sat on the small round table, lifted his foot, and stepped on the bench.

"Oh, he's here, look at his character, I can't bear it!" Yilong took the remaining piece of bread and hid in the bakery.

I glanced at the pastry chef. He was 27, with short straight hair and strong growth.He threw away the cigarette and started eating the cake.When he ate the cake, it was like eating a lollipop, and he had to chew every bite carefully, which was quite interesting.I didn't pay much attention to him. After eating by myself, I went back to the bakery.

I am very satisfied to be able to meet some people in a new environment and do some real things.No longer write fairy tales, no longer think about the past.However, the past does not cease to exist for this reason.Sometimes before falling asleep, scenes from the past, beautiful and dirty, I don't want to remember.