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Suit is Zhao Boyang's second hobby besides cars in his life. Just like me who has always been mixed in the "lower class", I can't understand "Why do I have to pay so much attention to wearing clothes? Anyway, I always have to take them off when I go to bed!" Zhao Boyang started He doesn't understand his hard work, but everyone is still alienated from him?

Why after work, change into your own clothes, drive your own car, and go back to your own home, but you are always treated with cold eyes or even ridiculed by many people?

Many things are not so simple and simple when they are said and done. Just like why people tend to "care" about other people more than themselves, Zhao Boyang really suffered a lot when he first entered the society. Dumb loss.

Simple people, people with a dull personality will always be treated like this. Many times, we have to admit that if God gives you something, or deprives you of something, then there must be other things waiting for you. Worry or give...

Of course Zhao Boyang would not understand, it's not that he is stupid, on the contrary, he has a high IQ and a qualified EQ, but what he lacks is the concept of "ordinary".Maybe he went to an ordinary school and made ordinary friends, but he still wants to live his own life, and it can even be said that he doesn't care about the outside world and does his own way: I like this, and it doesn't cause trouble to others, so That's all there is to it.

Originally, this point of view is correct, but in fact it does not apply at all!

Sophisticated people are complicated. If he is in business, maybe Zhao Boyang will not be excluded, but why is his idea always so special?Until later, he gradually integrated into it, at the end of the second year.A case, a big one, came to the fore.Between the rich who have real materials and the rich who pretend to be rich, in the end, the former will not make people too alienated.

People habitually speculate about the world with malice, and even now, they also speculate about Zhao Boyang's strength, his chances of promotion, and whether his family is "rich and unkind".

From this point of view, I simply don't know how much happier I am than him.Because I don't have any worries, if I don't like it, I will deal with it if I want to deal with it, and if I don't want to deal with it, let others die?

People don't care what clothes I wear to go to work, what kind of transportation I take, and where I live, whether I manipulate some so-called "black curtain" that hinders others.

No matter what kind of car I drive to work, whether I take a taxi or take someone else’s car, or even squeeze the bus or subway, as long as I want to do it, no one will bother to comment on me, just because there is no conflict.

My employees don't have a conflict because I pay them, my competitors don't because they care about other things, people walking down the street don't because they know- ---- "This man is not in uniform."

Medals are heavy pressure, and Zhao Boyang was able to understand it well later.

Lovely and innocent people, I have to admit, are often people like Zhao Boyang.

In this material world, the material itself has allowed him to obtain sufficient material satisfaction, and at the same time, it is also accompanied by the satisfaction of spiritual pursuits--he can ignore the negativity related to the material itself, But having time and opportunity to pursue spiritual satisfaction that can be expanded on a material basis...

People cannot be treated badly. This is a truth I have learned during these years in this world.

There is not only one side of the world, not all people will be rich and unkind, and not all people will not be poor and want to change.The economic base determines the superstructure, and people know that it is not a crime to pursue better things, and what is really wrong is only a distorted human heart.

Of course, but in the same way, if the opposite happens to me, I will run in the opposite direction.That is to say, Zhao Boyang himself is a good person.And my liking and longing for the "good guy" itself is also one of the biggest reasons why I want to be friends with him no matter what.

Yes, I think I love such a soul!

Now, when I was almost "refrigerated" by the air conditioner, while I was thinking about him, he himself was very busy in the kitchen.

The hand used to holding a scalpel picked up the kitchen knife, and the hand used to chopping corpses was no problem at all cutting meat and vegetables.

Zhao Boyang's cooking skills are very good, unlike Xia Jun, if it were him, then what I should consider is not only the taste is good or bad, but the question of whether it is poisonous or not...

Seeing Zhao Boyang, one would first think of his ups and downs in his career, and then think of their "good partner" at work -- the criminal police, just like Xia Jun, the front-line criminal police.

Not all policemen are like Xia Jun, because those like him are usually either dead or punished long ago, but he is the lucky one, born with hard life and good luck!

I am a "coward".So when everyone is pursuing themselves, I shrink back, I avoid reality, I tend to always choose the easiest and most conflict-free way, I hate trouble, avoid trouble, I have no habit of helping others, and I am not confident I can turn bad luck into good luck, and I can succeed...

A coward has a coward's way of life, a hero has a hero's way of life, a coward seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, Hero goes forward bravely, we are all alive now, live well, as a coward, I can even have the honor to eat a bite of what the hero cooks meal.

"What are you talking about?" At this moment, Zhao Boyang came out of the kitchen and took off his apron.

"No." I smiled and replied.

The aroma of the food is carried into the nostrils by the cold air. Rather than thinking about whether I really look like a coward, I would rather eat a full meal first...

……

At night, the dream is deep.

"You and I are a pawn on a chessboard..."

Hee hee hee hee hee hee……

Subtle but sharp laughter kept ringing in my ears, and in a daze, I felt that the bed was constantly shaking...

"earthquake?"

Hee hee hee hee hee hee……

Open your eyes, there are ghosts standing in front of the bed.

They were blue-faced, smiling, sharply smiling, staring at me closely.

Hee hee hee hee hee hee……

They pursed their lips tightly, and sharp laughter oozes from that weird smile. They are stiff and numb like mountains in front of me.

"I died so miserably!"

An old woman with disheveled hair suddenly made a sound, her voice was old and hoarse, I saw her twisted body completely turned 180 degrees, and climbed onto the head of my bed on all fours.

Looking up along the sound source, I was facing the face of the blue-faced old woman. Her dull gray eyes were staring at me closely, and a ferocious smile flickered between the pupils. laugh……

The old woman was motionless, her whole body trembling with a split mouth laughing "hehe", her appearance actually reminded me of the crazy woman I saw in the countryside when I was a child --- the same, laughing, full of death breath.

The ghosts around me are still motionless, they just smile slightly, making horrible laughter, the room seems crowded, they surround me layer by layer, but ignore my existence, I glanced around , I was lucky enough to jump off the bed...

One step...two steps...

The ghost never stopped me, but every step I took was extremely heavy. I don't understand, since when did these things dare to disturb me?Or is there something wrong with the house itself? !

dong dong dong dong!

Suddenly, a series of knocking sounds sounded.

Just when I got to the door, the blue-faced old woman started to hit the head of my bed, she twisted her neck, opened and closed her shriveled lips, and the shape of her mouth was clearly saying: "Don't-let-go! "

She said "don't go", and I really couldn't go.

In an instant, more and more green-faced ghosts gathered, they swayed stiffly from side to side, and surrounded the bed... Fortunately, I was not on that bed!

I tried to take a deep breath, stepped out, slammed the door shut with a bang, trotted downstairs, and pressed the light switch.

Finally, the surrounding area was bright and quiet. I went to the living room and fell headlong on the sofa. This red sofa was newly purchased, and it was very comfortable to lie on. It was cold.

After raking my hair, it has grown quite a bit. I want to sort out what happened recently, but I don't know where to start...

"Can't sleep?"

I was rubbing my dry eyes desperately, and when my head was in a mess, Zhao Boyang suddenly came down from the stairs. He didn't wear glasses, and he was neatly dressed in white silk pajamas.

"Well, I seem to be falling asleep." I stretched out my hand, grabbed Zhao Boyang who was dangling in front of me, let him sit next to me, and said to him: "Damn it in the middle of the night!"

Seeing a ghost is not the most important thing. The main thing is that I saw a ghost, but the ghost was not afraid of being seen by me, but tried to play tricks on me.

Then, I started to look carefully at Zhao Boyang, I am afraid that he has never touched the bed at all!Even the hair was not messed up, and the neat pajamas were pressed against the body, obviously sitting there and stroked again and again.

I looked at him for a long time, this guy looked cold on the surface, but in fact he was full of childishness, with a smart head...but still not smart enough.Yes, he is not smart enough, I think, the reason why he stays up in the middle of the night is also because of this reason, he is thinking about many problems...

"Zhao Boyang, let me ask you... there are ghosts in this world, right?" I stretched my eyelids and pushed Zhao Boyang next to me, only to see that he couldn't see any expression. on me.

"Then..." I took a deep breath and said again: "Why is there materialism?" While talking, he looked at Zhao Boyang, his thin body visibly trembled, and when he looked carefully, the originally fair neck had gone through these days. Inexplicably, there are a few more scars...

I thought about it, and stretched out my right hand.

There were still ugly, hideous dark brown scabs on the five fingers.

I don't have nails!

So, I realized something.

"Zhao Boyang!" I sat up suddenly, grabbed Zhao Boyang's arm and yelled loudly: "Tell me, why are you plotting against me like this, why are you hiding me, why are you lying to me all the time!" I shook him fiercely, shouting loudly Roaring.

Zhao Boyang bit his lower lip, didn't speak, and let me pull it.His gaze began to wander.

Taking a deep breath again, I feel like a stranded fish, about to die!

I said weakly: "Three years ago...do you remember?"

"At that time... I said, you are wrong, right?"

"How could you... spoil the trust I gave you... how could you...?"

Yes, I still care about that.

"You have to trust me." Zhao Boyang finally spoke, repeating those words.

"Believe you?" I felt a little funny, and said, "Mr. Zhao! Uncle Zhao! How can you tell me to believe you, old man? It's all ambiguous these days, and it doesn't matter what the truth is! But how could it be you? What Could it be you plotting against me? I'm just on the edge of a dead end."

"...you... oh my god... I'm really going crazy!" I grabbed my hair, feeling dizzy, and glanced at Zhao Boyang, only to see his cold and tense face again.

He broke my hand and said, "You are tired, go to sleep."

Yeah, tired, what did I do?

tired?

This time I close my eyes, after waking up, will these messy things disappear?

I closed my eyes, and those memories that didn't belong to me flooded up again, I muttered to myself, I don't know if I was talking to Zhao Boyang.

"Do you know what's next to my bed?"

"Haha! There is an old lady lying on my bed, there is a fucking old lady lying on my bed!"

Not only an old lady, but also an old lady who doesn't shy away from me!

They are no longer afraid of me, what does this mean?

I leaned back, and before I lay down, I kicked away the tea table in front of the sofa. The cup on it crackled and shattered to the ground. Memories in words...

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