Chapter 123 A string of numbers on the night sea

The phone is like a doorbell. When the doorbell rings, the owner has to leave chores behind. It seems that whoever it is is for the convenience of relatives and friends. However, the bank has your phone and will call today to ask if you want to buy life insurance?Tomorrow, I will ask you whether to buy home insurance?The day after tomorrow, I asked you whether to buy accident insurance? For money, the bank will call you whenever it likes to call you; are you sleeping?making love?in the shower?Struggling on the verge of life and death?The bank doesn't care, the bank only needs to send you new "information" every day.

When you go out and turn on your mobile phone, the phone will always beep, and the subtitles will display: "You have three unread messages." One is unnecessary, one is boring, and the other is useless; who told you to patronize this mobile phone company?If you patronize, this damn company has the right to give you "information". Take the bus, there is a TV on the bus, and the TV keeps giving you information.don't want?You can close your eyes and listen, and pretend to be a useless person.Whoever tells you to take a bus, the bus company has the right to give you unexpected new "information".OK, take a taxi.The taxi driver listens to the radio broadcast, and the program host criticizes the bus for selling advertisements, which makes people not have a moment of peace, just like her goose throat, makes people have no moment of peace.

"Stop at the entrance of the tea restaurant in front." I said, if I didn't stop, my head would burst. The tea restaurant is small, but the TV is huge; the TV gives me a lot of information, more than the meals. Without peace, there is no thinking, and if a person does not think, he is not a person, he is not "existence"; wise men say so.But without information, what else do we have? When I go home, the mailbox is full of spam; I turn on the computer to read emails, and there are a lot of promotional materials; Tired, too tired, looking outside, a large barge is floating on the night sea, a large iron net is erected on the ship, it is a warehouse advertisement, and a string of numbers and numbers on the net are surrounded by thousands of lights, which are bigger than houses, and a row of luminous telephones The number moves slowly under the moon, and the sound of the tide is rustling, like a dream.

"If you want to rent a warehouse to put garbage, you can call this number." Suddenly, I found myself surrendering to the "information": Come on!Come to receive this little remnant of quiet years!