Who is he? Who is he? In fact, he is himself. He is neither a celebrity nor a big shot. He is just a humble loser in the vast sea of people. He has no appearance of being rich and handsome, he didn’t have the family background of Gao fushuai either. He was just a loser who felt helpless in the face of the city which was full of money and full of lights. Maybe in many people’s eyes, he is not a loser, because although he is not very handsome, at least he has his own facial features and duties. Although he didn’t have a family background like Gao fushuai, he never gave up the change of his fate. He once longed for the life of Gao fushuai, but he knew that the life of Gao fushuai did not belong to himself. Only by constantly struggling and struggling in this city can we live our own life. He has his own ideal, which is to be a lawyer. He loves reading and insists on studying every day. Because he wanted to improve his diploma and enrich his connotation, he knew that education background was still a stepping stone in this society. He also has his own hobby, which is to write things on the internet. Although some people ridicule him that his writing level is not as good as that of senior high school students, he still doesn’t give up and insists on writing things in his spare time. Because he believed that there would always be someone who would like what he wrote, because he never pretended to write things, nor did he need to decorate them with flowery words, he just wrote his own feeling of life and longing for beautiful love. He is eager to have a girlfriend who likes him very much, and hopes to play the beautiful picture which is only found in TV series with the girl he likes. But it seemed that fate was always playing tricks on him. The girl he liked was either a famous flower with a master or a heart with a belonging. He always imagines the beautiful love, and describes the imaginary love story plot with words. Maybe only in this way can he feel the joys and sorrows of love. Although he gave birth to a boy, his heart was as delicate as a girl’s, and his character was always so sentimental and touching the scene. He always works hard at work at ordinary times, making the boss unhappy sometimes. But he is very active on the internet. He always thinks that he is a God, who can promote good and eliminate evil, and save those poor people who are trapped in the hot water. In fact, this is just an imagination. The only thing he can do is to forward weibo. He likes to use a Sina Weibo whose net name is Zhonghua Aoxue Hanmei to forward all kinds of things happening in the society. Facing the hurt of the weak, he always showed his sympathy for the weak and anger for violence with an angry expression of hatred. Facing festive things, he always sends a lovely expression. Maybe forwarding microblog sent by others becomes the greatest happiness in his life. In his eyes, this is the best embodiment of his own righteous heart. He is actually a loser, just a little more motivated than a loser.

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When sending the child to school in the morning, he fell down downstairs. His left leg was full of flesh and blood, and his right knee was painful. He couldn’t wear high heels any more. Sneakers can only match jeans, while jeans can only match fat and large long T-shirts to cover the fat body. Walking on the way to work, I felt stiff and uncomfortable. In the morning, a beautiful colleague came to add soil to the flower bowl in my office. I dared not move awkwardly and could only sit at the table like a zombie. Frustration. When I was backing up in the community after work, I cleaned the wall. When I was cooking at noon, I received a phone call. The pot was on fire and oil splashed on my face. A big piece of soybean skin was broken. Scars are inevitable. Women rely on a face, although they are not beautiful women, they are also very sad. My daughter comforted me with concern, saying that she was extremely satisfied. It’s all because of the bad mood in the morning. Anyway, wear it brighter in the afternoon. If you go through bad luck, you can’t pretend to be a mould. After making a few faces in the mirror, you can go out proudly. In the afternoon, I smiled brightly and went to each department every Monday. From the 13th floor, every step of happiness, every step of happiness, knee pain, heart can tolerate this pain. The osmanthus trees in front of the office building were swaying and fragrant, and my mind was full of: there must be my couplet in the cicada Palace, which reminded me of my daughter’s senior high school entrance examination tomorrow, and I was more excited. In the evening, I sent a text message to my husband: no matter how excellent a man is, it is unnecessary if he has no time to accompany you. At night, I sat on the hanging chair, turned the stereo to the maximum, took headphones and listened to maps. By the way, I shook my head and played with my mobile phone. Happiness is also a day, sorrow is also a day.

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I slept for eleven hours today, from 12 noon to 11 p.m., I almost fell asleep, and it was all caused by the night shift ——– such a sleeping day, the traffic on the street has nothing to do with me, the wind and rain outside the house have nothing to do with me. The spring on the coming road has nothing to do with me. I only concentrate on building my own dream, a colorful daydream. All kinds of noisy sounds fell on me like raindrops hitting the glass window. I ignored them and turned around. I left my back to the complicated world. At this time, Duke Zhou was making tea in his dream and invited me to play chess. I couldn’t wait to untie the rope tied to reality. Like a boat, he gently swung into the pool of dreams. The snores spread away like ripples. In such a sleeping day, time stepped on me, leaving no footprints, and I was unconscious. Only once I woke up did I realize that yesterday was across the mountains, and tomorrow was still thousands of miles away, today, it is a ship parked between the past and the future, a door stuck between sleep and soberness, and I am the guard of this door. In such a sleeping day, there are always uninvited visitors coming, and my dream is broken, spliced and broken again. Our conversation fell into intermittent and weak voice. I was exhausted to fight against your chatter. The daytime is like a white plate, containing your nagging and my sleepiness. After drinking this cup of story, stop it and stop opening your bottle of words, let lunch put an end to our communication, buddy, eat well, go well, wait until you wake up, and then contact you.

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