Chapter 321 The Past

Chapter 321 The Past

I can barely afford to go to school, after all, the school has to give orphans subsidies every year, which is enough to keep them fed.

But I can't bring myself to give up this face.

I don't want others to know my difficulties, nor do I want others to understand the pain in my heart.

I don't want others to laugh at me, because the self-esteem of young people is always inexplicably strong.

So far, I have been drifting alone for ten years.

I have only attended a class reunion once, spending half a month's salary.

I bought a very decent sportswear, but after wearing it, I still looked like a poor boy.

Because everyone else was wearing suits and the ladies were wearing skirts.

It looked very solemn, but I was the only one wearing sportswear, and they accused me of buying fakes.

Of course I knew I bought fakes, but this brand of sportswear would cost more than a thousand yuan each.

After buying a set, plus shoes, it would cost more than three thousand yuan.

At that time, I worked as a security guard for someone, and my monthly salary was only 2,700 yuan.

After deducting the expenses for eating, sleeping, and smoking, how much would I have left in the future?

If someone calls me now and asks me to go back for a class reunion, I will definitely tell him directly that I don’t have time.

It’s true that I don’t have time, but even if I have time, I won’t go to that meaningless party.

What’s the point of going?

Thinking back to the things in my youth, I suddenly felt a lot more emotional.

When I came to my senses, it was time to leave.

I didn’t care about the situation in the car, I just closed the back door and drove back.

I don’t know when the car became quiet, only a heavy breathing sound was left.

I don’t know if this breathing sound is from the man in the suit or the ghost.

I think it’s not good for me to be curious now.

It should be from the man in the suit, he sent those ghosts away.

He is so capable that he shouldn’t suffer from these things.

Speaking of which, I can escape from these ghosts several times, let alone the man in the suit.

I think if he suffers from these things, his image in my heart.

I’m afraid it will be shattered in one day, leaving only dregs.

Anyway, in my heart, the man in the suit is almost like the God of War.

I think no matter what he does, he is so handsome that he can't be more handsome.

The bus driving back was unusually calm.

Finally, the heavy breathing sound disappeared. I wanted to ask if it was the man in the suit.

But I was afraid that asking would cause other changes.

Until I parked the bus in the underground garage and got off the bus, I looked into the car with my peripheral vision.

I found that there was no one in the car.

Although I didn't notice it, did the man in the suit get off the bus? It should be like this. When I passed each station just now, I stopped the car and opened the door.

Maybe the man in the suit got off the bus secretly and didn't tell me at all.

He is really capable, coming and going without a trace.

The way back tonight did not bring me any sense of crisis.

I was very relaxed, and I didn't get a taxi near the underground garage of the bus.

I walked all the way to the location of Jin Street before I stopped a taxi.

I still shared a car with a girl. The driver first sent the girl to other places, and then turned to where I live.

The driver seemed a bit silent and not young.

When he asked for money, he asked me two yuan less, which made me happy.

Speaking of which, taxis are not allowed to share rides, but how can sharing rides at night bring convenience to passengers?

It became something that everyone knew, but they would not tell others.

I saw a traffic policeman wearing a cotton jacket over his uniform before.

Then he shared a ride with others, and accidentally exposed his waist when he got off the car.

The driver was scared enough, but he didn't say anything in the end, and got off the car after paying the money.

Generally speaking, as long as you don't ask for an exorbitant price, the traffic police won't care.

Everyone is here to make a living, and some things are not right for the upper level but not for the lower level.

It can be said that China's system and management are too personal, or that the management itself has problems.

Anyway, this is still good for ordinary people.

There are also such things in real life, where power is abused for personal gain, but at least I rarely encounter such things.

When I returned to Duanmei's house, I found that Duanmei had woken up.

Sitting in the living room with a look of annoyance, rubbing his temples.

He looked very painful. I knew that people usually feel uncomfortable after being drunk. I thought about it and boiled a pot of vinegar soup for him.

In restaurants outside, this is called magic water.

After drinking it, it can relieve alcohol and fatigue. Anyway, I think the taste of this thing is hard to describe.

You can get eternal life with a sip, but it does relieve alcohol after drinking it.

I brought this dark bowl of soup over, and Duanmei was dumbfounded.

When looking at the soup, I didn’t know where to put my hands.

I greeted him enthusiastically, "Drink it while it’s hot. I often make these things, but they are delicious."

Of course, I didn’t tell the truth in the last few words. I just told Duanmei that he could get eternal life after drinking a sip.

Will he still drink it?

Of course not, but this thing does seem to be more friendly to drinkers.

Otherwise, the restaurant would not put it up.

Duanmei hesitated for a moment, picked up the bowl, pinched his nose and drank it in one breath.

After waiting for ten minutes, his face did look much better, and he looked much more sober.

"I thought I had a good alcohol tolerance before, but after a few sips of wine in front of you, I got drunk like an idiot, which is a bit embarrassing."

I didn't want to laugh at Duanmei. There are many people who can't drink well.

Moreover, Hejian City is located in the south, and there are not many people willing to drink here.

In my hometown, people often get together to eat and drink.

For us, wine is really a commonplace.

"It's normal to have a poor alcohol tolerance. You are old now. It's good to drink less in the future. If I knew you couldn't drink, I wouldn't buy so much. But a drink can relieve a thousand worries. If you are unhappy in the future, drink less."

I don't know whether it is right or wrong to persuade someone to drink.

But for Duanmei, drinking a little wine can suppress the depression in his heart, and I'm afraid he is willing to do so.

I don't know how he has been through these years, but if it were me, I'm afraid I would be suffocated to death.

I didn't rest well, so I felt a little sleepy and yawned.

I took out the dumplings from the pot. They had been in the pot for so long that they were no longer tasty.

I saw Duan Mei barely eat two dumplings, so I put my chopsticks aside.

I didn't want to eat the dumplings because of their color and shape.