Chapter 4 3. Cold light source and presence

When I got off the warm and spacious Buick and stood in the deserted night subway with white lights on, I still had a smile on my face. One month's remuneration plus next month's utility bills, but I think it's worth it. I know this behavior is superficial, ridiculous, and unrealistic, but everyone has a way of justifying their existence. Some people can use charity to prove the greatness of their souls, and some people can prove their spiritual transcendence by copying scriptures, but I just want to use the envious eyes of others to prove that I am living a good life. I am in this city Here, I have my own place, because most of the time, I am just the poor neighbor in the eyes of others.

For this recognition, I am willing to spend as much money as I should, and act as a pretentious person. After returning to my poor white-collar base camp outside the Fifth Ring Road, I removed my makeup and put on a mask. I sat down next to my Artemide floor lamp, and the light just wrapped me warmly. This Italian brand floor lamp is simply pretending to be an elite The best quality products, from lines to shapes, make people feel good about themselves. Imported from Italy, a lamp is 13,200 yuan, and mine is from Taobao Shanzhai, 280 yuan. Looking out of the window, the night view is frustrating. The densely packed windows are all pitch black. In the window opposite me, the middle-aged man is watching TV with the lights off in the living room, shirtless and motionless. He has not moved for hours. Will change posture, that is also a lifetime.

I suddenly remembered that I didn't leave Wu Yali's mobile phone number, and without her mobile phone number, how could I report the progress of my trip to Tuscany to her, so I took the mobile phone and started calling Lao Zhou. The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. There was a lot of noise on the other end, and Lao Zhou yelled loudly: "Hello! Hello! Egg whites?" "You didn't go home? Where did you hang out again? It's so noisy?" Lao Zhou's tone was hesitant: "No, no, we're all going home..." "Hey, let me ask you about Wu Yali's phone number. I was in a hurry to leave just now and forgot to remember it."

"Oh, okay, I'll send it to your mobile phone later! Let's do this first..." "Okay, remember..." When I was about to hang up, a woman's voice suddenly came from the phone: "Old Zhou! Do you want to eat pig's brain? If you don't eat it, we will put it in the clear soup pot?" This is Wu Yali's voice. It turned out that after I left, they went to find a place to eat hot pot. After a few perfunctory words in embarrassment, Lao Zhou hung up the phone. As soon as he hung up the phone, the excitement and noise over there, as well as the vaguely visible steam from the hot pot, disappeared immediately, leaving only the cold light source and the scent of fake candles on my side. And the elitist tone that is hard-pressed.