At six o'clock in the morning, I opened my eyes and looked at the empty room, quiet and lonely around me.

I was wondering: Do you not send WeChat messages today and do nothing for a day?

An indescribable anxious came, and I finally sent a message. I urgently needed a job. I could not want women, but I could not have a job. That was the dignity of men.

A good horse will not turn back. I won’t go to a factory in the distance. I hope that the place where I rent a house has a job that suits me, but the salary is a little lower and I don’t want to do it.

After growing up and becoming sensible, the so-called pressure comes. Family, friends, and those who didn’t care about before have already existed in my heart without realizing it.

I kept injecting pesticides until twelve o'clock noon, and I was so hungry that I felt dizzy, but I didn't want to get up and have a meal.

I have dreams!

I can't sink.

I should take a shower and go out for a meal and then find a job. I have no money for any dignity or face.

I don't want to compromise with fate, I am persisting, my smile is bitter.

I have had the worst plan to walk to Beijing and end my life.

The dreams I once had were beautiful, but now the dreams I think about. I racked my brains to think about what kind of dream is the most perfect.

But now I can’t even remember the dream, and my mind is full of money, power, food and sex. How realistic! I have really grown up.

Dreams really flew away!

Lt. Hunger recorded these things, and I laughed, cried without tears.

2018.3.22, the sky is clear and the temperature is twenty degrees.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!