Lingling... The ringing of the alarm clock is particularly harsh in the early morning. In the early morning, the alarm clock is sometimes a reminder and can be regarded as annoying dreams. Now, the alarm clock flew out of the windowsill heroically, disappeared, and the sound also quieted down.
Lingling... Suddenly the alarm clock rang again.
Damn it, how many alarm clocks did I buy? It was so noisy, there.
I saw a young man in his 1920s get up from the bed and rub his eyes, but his eyes are still a little loose, giving people the feeling of being wasted, with a thorny stubborn, bare body, streamlined muscles, and healthy wheat skin color. He can be regarded as a handsome guy. If I were to sort it out, I would probably be a handsome man who fascinated everyone.
The young man found the alarm clock, pressed the stop, looked at the direction of the hour hand on the alarm clock, and found that he was about to be late. He was anxiously looking for his clothes, but suddenly he remembered that today, he didn't need to go to work, so he breathed a sigh of relief and fell down from the bed to continue sleeping. It seemed that he would never have enough sleep. In fact, it was not the case. The young man went online all night last night and had a serious lack of sleep. Now he was sleeping like a dead pig, and the sun shone through the window on his scattered body, and he was still not awake.
This young man, named Lin Cheng, is twenty-five years old today, and can be regarded as a worker. He works for others. He is a white-collar worker in a listed company, but he is not very popular and others are far away from him. It’s not that Lin Cheng has a bad character, but that Lin Cheng doesn’t know how to make relationships. In the company, the relationship with people is like a passerby. Just when he meets and greets him occasionally, Lin Cheng is responsible for some simple jobs in the company. It’s not his turn to work, but his diploma doesn’t play a slight role. It doesn’t matter if he wants to have money or not. If he has money, is it necessary to work?
He is getting a piece of salary every month, and he can thank God for his money every month. As for savings, it goes without saying that, he can take out a hundred yuan in his pocket now. He paid the rent for several months just after paying his salary yesterday. Now he is penniless. At least he thinks that the remaining money now is enough for him to eat instant noodles for a month. As long as he doesn't vomit, it's enough to persist. Persistence is victory. Lin Cheng once tried to eat instant noodles for a week, but he vomited in a mess. Not to mention the dirty thing, he just ate it and vomited it out again. It's shameful to waste it. Of course, Lin Cheng would not be so novice who would eat what he vomited out.
Lin Cheng's stomach is now croaking, and Lin Cheng opens his eyes slightly, but he still looks lazy and doesn't want to get up. Even if he gets up, he doesn't have enough food. He only has that little money. Although there is still a little money in his bank card to support him in life, he will not become a beggar on the street, he will have no money, he will have no life. He lives like this every day, either hunger or no money. Now Lin Cheng is full of life, of course it is not hope, but despair, and it is a piece of land for the future, not light, but darkness.
Lin Cheng swayed and supported himself, put on the clothes that he had not finished wearing, washed them, shave the stubble on his chin, and his temperament changed with each other. Compared with the mediocre appearance just now, he is now the successful person. Although the successful person is not related to him, if you don’t say it, I don’t say it, who knows, right, Lin Cheng smiled confidently. In the mirror, Lin Cheng was so proud and confident, and had no waste of life at all, because Lin Cheng felt that although life can be wasteful, people can’t waste it, and he is still a good person. Men, at least he shouldn’t die like this, at least he can have millions of famous cars, endless money, fame and fortune, and beauty. Although all this may come true, how many percentage points may be that?
Lin Cheng roughly guessed that the only pity was 0.01%, which was almost negligible, and that 0.01% was still a pie falling from the sky, but that was a fool. Lin Cheng just opened the door and looked up at the sunny morning. The emotional air took a deep breath and exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling refreshed.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly drew from the sky...
Lingling... Suddenly the alarm clock rang again.
Damn it, how many alarm clocks did I buy? It was so noisy, there.
I saw a young man in his 1920s get up from the bed and rub his eyes, but his eyes are still a little loose, giving people the feeling of being wasted, with a thorny stubborn, bare body, streamlined muscles, and healthy wheat skin color. He can be regarded as a handsome guy. If I were to sort it out, I would probably be a handsome man who fascinated everyone.
The young man found the alarm clock, pressed the stop, looked at the direction of the hour hand on the alarm clock, and found that he was about to be late. He was anxiously looking for his clothes, but suddenly he remembered that today, he didn't need to go to work, so he breathed a sigh of relief and fell down from the bed to continue sleeping. It seemed that he would never have enough sleep. In fact, it was not the case. The young man went online all night last night and had a serious lack of sleep. Now he was sleeping like a dead pig, and the sun shone through the window on his scattered body, and he was still not awake.
This young man, named Lin Cheng, is twenty-five years old today, and can be regarded as a worker. He works for others. He is a white-collar worker in a listed company, but he is not very popular and others are far away from him. It’s not that Lin Cheng has a bad character, but that Lin Cheng doesn’t know how to make relationships. In the company, the relationship with people is like a passerby. Just when he meets and greets him occasionally, Lin Cheng is responsible for some simple jobs in the company. It’s not his turn to work, but his diploma doesn’t play a slight role. It doesn’t matter if he wants to have money or not. If he has money, is it necessary to work?
He is getting a piece of salary every month, and he can thank God for his money every month. As for savings, it goes without saying that, he can take out a hundred yuan in his pocket now. He paid the rent for several months just after paying his salary yesterday. Now he is penniless. At least he thinks that the remaining money now is enough for him to eat instant noodles for a month. As long as he doesn't vomit, it's enough to persist. Persistence is victory. Lin Cheng once tried to eat instant noodles for a week, but he vomited in a mess. Not to mention the dirty thing, he just ate it and vomited it out again. It's shameful to waste it. Of course, Lin Cheng would not be so novice who would eat what he vomited out.
Lin Cheng's stomach is now croaking, and Lin Cheng opens his eyes slightly, but he still looks lazy and doesn't want to get up. Even if he gets up, he doesn't have enough food. He only has that little money. Although there is still a little money in his bank card to support him in life, he will not become a beggar on the street, he will have no money, he will have no life. He lives like this every day, either hunger or no money. Now Lin Cheng is full of life, of course it is not hope, but despair, and it is a piece of land for the future, not light, but darkness.
Lin Cheng swayed and supported himself, put on the clothes that he had not finished wearing, washed them, shave the stubble on his chin, and his temperament changed with each other. Compared with the mediocre appearance just now, he is now the successful person. Although the successful person is not related to him, if you don’t say it, I don’t say it, who knows, right, Lin Cheng smiled confidently. In the mirror, Lin Cheng was so proud and confident, and had no waste of life at all, because Lin Cheng felt that although life can be wasteful, people can’t waste it, and he is still a good person. Men, at least he shouldn’t die like this, at least he can have millions of famous cars, endless money, fame and fortune, and beauty. Although all this may come true, how many percentage points may be that?
Lin Cheng roughly guessed that the only pity was 0.01%, which was almost negligible, and that 0.01% was still a pie falling from the sky, but that was a fool. Lin Cheng just opened the door and looked up at the sunny morning. The emotional air took a deep breath and exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling refreshed.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly drew from the sky...
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