send me to your future

send me to your future

Text/Sweetness and Joy

At night, stars are rarely seen in the alley. In Zhao Ying's eyes, this sky has not seen stars for a long time.

The criss-crossing alleyways sometimes contain some discarded broken copper and iron and drunk wine bottles. Zhao Ying often uses tricycles to sell the furniture discarded by these residents. Residents know Zhao Ying's situation and will not say much What, sometimes I can't see his slump, and I will scold him a few words, let him find a job to live in peace, and some even help introduce a job, but Zhao Ying declined all of them.

Zhao Ying can't do those jobs, he has long since lost the arrogance he had before, and even the energy of a young man at this time is gone, and he lives like a frustrated middle-aged man every day.

Every time, Zhao Ying would buy wine with the money of selling scraps of copper and iron. At midnight, he would get drunk like mud, and then go back to his rented room of only a dozen square meters in a crazy way.

With a sound of "creak", the old wooden door in disrepair was pushed open, as if telling that his time limit was approaching, and he would soon return to rotten wood and dust.

The drunken Zhao Ying carried a wine bottle in his hand, staggered into the door, and slammed the wooden door. Every time he took a step forward, he swayed violently, precariously, like an old man hobbled, like a toddler The child, whose calf touched the edge of the bed, turned slightly sideways, groaned, and slumped on the bed, drunk and unconscious.

The night was quiet, the voices of people gradually died down, and from time to time, the sound of arrogant mice scurrying around and rummaging through boxes and cabinets could be heard not far away.

The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see what was in it, but it must not be too good.

After a long time, there was a slight movement on the bed.

But the quality of the bed was not good, Zhao Ying turned over, and the bed was complaining about her pain, the sound was ugly, and every time it made a sound, it was getting closer to retirement.

Zhao Ying didn't know how many times she was drunk and woke up at night, it seemed...every time.

Zhao Ying took a deep breath, turned over and pressed the arm back suddenly, the wine bottle in his hand escaped from the drunkard's clutches, rolled happily on the bed for a few times, and then fell to the ground with a startling sound. A cheer, fragmented.

Zhao Ying's weak consciousness was startled for half a minute. He opened his eyes and saw that it was pitch black. Perhaps because of the location, the moonlight never shone in.

The sound of the man's breathing rose and fell in the dark night, and his eyes stared at the mid-air for a long time, and it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

Still drunk, he moved his body, trying to arch his elbows, but he couldn't do it for a while, and fell back after not holding on for a while.

Zhao Ying tried again, but it was still unsuccessful. He gave up the idea, turned over and slowly approached the edge of the bed one by one. Then, with his legs hard, he fell to the ground in embarrassment, leaning on his back. bed.

This series of movements seemed to have cost the man all his energy. He stopped and sat there for a while, and only started to move slowly when he recovered a little strength.

Zhao Ying knelt on the ground with two legs, supported herself with two hands, climbed a few steps forward, then raised her hand and pressed some button in the dark, then folded back and sat down.

The room suddenly started to light up, and a square of light appeared in front of Zhao Ying. It was an old TV. He found it from those useless furniture, researched it, repaired it, and it still works.

Only when the white light shines on the man's face can he see the man's appearance clearly.

The black stains on the man's face set off his fair skin, and the light from it also made the man's complexion fairer. From his regular facial features, it seemed that he was handsome and handsome when he was young.

The TV beeped a few times, and the picture on the screen shook and jumped out of a colorful picture.

The picture changed and changed, and finally stopped.

The interview on TV was very official and boring, but Zhao Ying watched it fascinated, his eyes were all on the person being interviewed.

The man on the TV is well-dressed, in a suit and leather shoes, with rigorous diction, talking eloquently in front of the lighting camera, calm and calm, and his every move is gentle and elegant.

As said at the beginning, he will be an excellent entrepreneur.

Zhao Ying stared at the man's face intently, and his thoughts fell into memories...

The young man is only 21 years old this year. Maybe because he lived too freely before, he will experience too much pain later. Both parents died, dropped out of school, broke up with him, and never saw each other again.

Zhao Ying still remembers the day she broke up with him.It was Zhao Ying who broke up with him. Zhao Ying told him:

"Sorry, I don't love you anymore, let's break up."

Zhao Ying didn't dare to look at his expression, and didn't dare to face it.

Later, he tried to restore it, but Zhao Ying was very ruthless. He separated himself from his world and completely disappeared in his world.

He is the light of Zhao Ying's life, Zhao Ying wants to forget him, but some love is engraved in his bones, the more he wants to forget, the more he misses the days with him, it really cost him his life ah.

Zhao Ying thought about getting back together more than once, but every time he thought about it, he would immediately see himself in such a miserable life, and the idea that had just sprouted would immediately be aborted.

The longing for death and the love for life can both be the sickle in the hands of the god of death. When your heart is full of darkness, it will kill you.

Today is Zhao Ying's birthday, although no one celebrates him, there is no birthday cake, no good food, but he still has a wish...

Can you... send me to his future?

The author has something to say:

The author is a newcomer, the writing style is not good, I still hope Haihan, read the article for entertainment, don't take it seriously