Chapter 24 The third quarter became a tricycle driver

I observed for many days and saw that the sixth floor seemed to be unoccupied.I thought, if I could get to the sixth floor, I would have a way to get out.But how can we go to the sixth floor? I keep an eye on their clothes, they each have a few changes of clothes.Boys at that time liked to wear jeans. The fabric of these pants was very strong and durable, and they were tied together with a rope. Finally one night at 11 o'clock, the supervisor went out, and the rest of the people were watching third-level movies in the room. Aqiang, as always, fell in love with those girls online.I secretly left the computer, first went to the kitchen, took out a kitchen knife, and then went to the bedroom, took out the jeans from under everyone’s pillows, divided them into two pieces with a kitchen knife according to the seam, and tied them together to form a strip of several meters. long rope.

There are hooks for drying clothes on the balcony, one on each side, which is made of bent iron bars. I have paid attention to this hook for a long time. I have held the hook with my hand and hung my body in the air to test the firmness of the hook.This hook is perfectly capable of holding my weight.I tied one end of the self-made rope to the hook, then stepped on the balcony railing with both feet, grasped the rope with both hands, pushed off the wall with both feet, and slid down step by step. When I came to the balcony on the sixth floor, I leaned over, hooked my feet on the railing of the balcony on the sixth floor, and jumped in.Sure enough, no one lived on the sixth floor. There was a layer of dust on the balcony, and the blowing dust made me want to sneeze.

I took out the lighter and lit the rope made of jeans. The flames turned red on the closed glass windows on the opposite floor. A woman saw the flames, opened the window, looked at it for a while, and then closed it again.Those flames have nothing to do with her, and it is better for her to have one thing less than one thing more. The flames burned vigorously all the way, however, there was still no movement upstairs.At this moment, they are intoxicated in the third-grade film, swallowing their saliva, and fantasizing that they are the hero in the film. No one lives on the sixth floor. I came to the bedroom from the balcony. With the help of the hazy sky, I saw a large wooden bed. At this moment, the wooden bed is opening its arms to welcome me.I fell on the bed, stretched my limbs, and felt so comfortable that I felt like shivering.A long-lost song is rippling in my heart. The name of that song is "Our Life is Full of Sunshine".

It is night now, there is no sunlight, I close my eyes in the dark, enjoying this rare relaxation and happiness, and fell asleep in the dimness. I don’t know how long it took, but I woke up and saw the moonlight pouring softly on this wide wooden bed like water. The roofs in the distance are like rolling mountain peaks, row upon row, patchwork , quiet and serene.I seem to have returned to the countryside of my childhood, sleeping in the threshing field, resting my head on the straw pile, looking at the moon.That happy time in the countryside often appeared in my dreams, which made me very melancholy when I woke up...Suddenly, there were screams from upstairs, followed by chaotic footsteps, and they came to the balcony on the seventh floor, chaotically Yes, like a group of ants suddenly being sprayed with hot urine, they didn't know that I ran away until now.

However, it is useless for them to know that they are in prison and I am outside. I got up calmly and walked slowly in this house, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, living room.There is still a stove in the kitchen. I want to find out what to eat, tomatoes or whatever, but there is none.There is still a sofa in the living room, and I lie on the sofa again, telling myself that I will leave when it is almost dawn. Lying on the sofa, I fell asleep again.When he woke up again, it was already daylight. I made a fatal mistake, I missed the best time to escape.Moreover, I just discovered now that the door of this rental house was locked from the outside.

When I came to the sixth floor, it was no different from being on the seventh floor. I still haven't regained my freedom.If the owner of the sixth floor came in suddenly today, would he beat me like a thief?I stood behind the door and heard footsteps coming and going in the corridor. Every time the footsteps approached, I was so nervous that my palms broke out in cold sweat. I was looking for a way out. In this residential building, the bathroom, living room and corridor are separated by a wall, while the bedroom and kitchen are on the other side. If I want to escape, I can only find a way through the living room and bathroom.There is no window in the living room, and the door is locked. With my current level, I will try my best to not open the locked door, so only the bathroom is left.The bathroom has a rectangular top window with an exhaust fan installed. The top window is half a meter long and twenty centimeters high. I should be able to climb out from here.

However, it is broad daylight now, and if there is any abnormal noise, someone will call the police.People in the city are not interested in family affairs such as couples fighting, but they are particularly interested in thieves. They are most worried about the fire at the city gate, which will harm the fish in the pond, and they like to call the police the most. Therefore, I can only wait for the night. This day is very difficult, I don't know what time it is, I can only watch the sun rise from the tall building on the left, then hang above my head, and then seem to stop moving.I was hungry, and I searched for something to eat in the room, and finally found a limp carrot behind the sofa, half a foot long, probably dragged here by mice, and there were several rows of mice at the end of the carrot. Tooth marks.I washed the carrots, cut off the tail bitten by the mouse, and swallowed the carrots in a few mouthfuls.

To pass the time, I look around the room for something to read, books, newspapers, magazines will do.I found a stack of Water Margin cards at the door, each card was printed with a Water Margin hero, the size of a matchbox.At that time, many boys had such toys. They put their own cards upside down on the ground, and the other party also put one, and then slapped the opponent's card. Then it belongs to oneself. My stomach is hungry, and my eyes are also hungry.I looked at these cards and recalled the plots in the Water Margin that I had read before, Lin Chong Luocao, Lu Zhishen Wutai Mountain, Wusong Cross Slope... Everyone has times of trouble, as long as you grit your teeth and get through the most difficult period of suffering, In the future, it will be a smooth road, that is, Yangguan Avenue.

I am at the bottom of my life now, I must grit my teeth and hold on, life is a marathon, I must not lose the race, I must persevere to the end.I believe in my talent and ability, and the difficulties are only temporary. One day, I will soar into the sky and leap over the suffering. It was finally night, and finally there was silence in the corridor. I stepped on the stool, used a kitchen knife to unscrew the exhaust fan, and then took it off.Then, I took off the plywood that blocked the window, and now, the passage of life was finally opened by me. After carefully getting out of the dome window, I tiptoed down the stairs, and then walked on the street, the orange street lights shone on me, and I felt hearty after another narrow escape.The night wind blows over and blows through my body and limbs, and I also become a wisp of wind, floating in the night sky of the city, sending people to sleep like a gentle song.

I was walking on the sidewalk, and the street lights made my figure long and short again.I suddenly felt extreme fear. If I slipped from the seventh floor to the sixth floor the night before, if I suddenly miss, if the rope breaks, I will fall on the hard concrete floor, and I will die. "Also, no one knows who I am.They might take me for a thief, maybe for a spider-man cleaning the glass walls... I dare not think about it. A taxi stopped beside me silently, I waved my hand, and the taxi drove away; another taxi came and honked its horn to remind me, but I pretended not to hear.I don't have a penny with me, and I'm now the poorest person in the city.

I'm out of a job now, and working at that dying newspaper is the same as being out of a job, with no pay either.And I'm still making unannounced visits, and I'm still preventing people who are richer than me from being cheated, why am I?I sent this manuscript to other newspapers, can it be published?Can I exchange for a strong RMB?As I thought about it, tears fell. Walking to a fork in the road, I looked back at the building in the dark, which had been blurred in the boundless night.I feel very sorry for the family on the sixth floor. They were destroyed by me for no reason. They are really wronged.I told myself that when I have money in the future, I must find this family, visit them, and secretly compensate them for their losses. I walked for three or four hours that night before returning to my room at dawn. My room was built on top of a two-story building, and the room was so small that a bed took up most of the space.The stairs leading to the room are made of welded steel bars, and they will be wobbly when stepped on; the stairs are also narrow, and only one person can pass through. Often, the person who goes upstairs can go up first, and the person who goes downstairs can go down.This is not the most uncomfortable thing. The most uncomfortable thing is the temperature of the room in summer. After a day of exposure to the sun, the temperature in the room can cook eggs.However, I can only sleep in it, and I can only afford to rent a house with such conditions. Five years later, I came to this city where I had worked for a while because of a business trip.Five years later, I already have tens of thousands of yuan in deposits, and I am working as the chief reporter of a well-known newspaper.At that time, I almost forgot that I had such an unbearable day.However, when you get off the plane and come to this city, as soon as your feet step on the ground of this city, everything in the past immediately emerges and is vivid in your mind.I remembered the scene of walking on the streets at midnight when I had no money. I remembered that I had to plan carefully for meals every day and didn’t dare to spend an extra penny. I came to the place where the building was, and I wanted to see the family on the sixth floor, and I wanted to compensate them, even though the compensation was five years late.But, I can't find them anymore. Where that building is located, a magnificent hotel has been built now. I went to look for the private house where I used to live.That alley is still there, and so is a shop selling noodles at the entrance of the alley. The noodles in that shop are called "Married Girl Noodles". I used to come here to eat a big bowl of noodles every time I was paid.The old pagoda tree in the alley is still there, and I often read under the old pagoda tree.Going on, I suddenly saw the courtyard where I lived, and the courtyard door did not change; when I walked in, I saw the house where I lived, standing alone on the roof, and the row in front of the door The chalk writing is still there: Will triumphs over all.I really didn't think it was still there, but the handwriting was not as clear as before. It was only after I saw this line of chalk that I remembered the scene of my original writing.My tears flowed down, and I seemed to have returned to those difficult and difficult days five years ago.Going back in time, I have come out step by step from here, to where I am today. I will definitely cherish everything I have today. That day, I stood in front of that house for a long time until dusk.I looked in through the crack of the door and saw that there was nothing inside, except the newspapers I had pasted on the walls.Has no one lived in this house for the past five years? After leaving the life of a keyboard player, I returned to the newspaper office, which was still dying and dying.Many people are not at work anymore, and people's hearts are fluctuating. The newspaper's manuscripts are picked up from the Internet every day, and the original texts are reproduced.I thought, maybe I should find a newspaper again.I believe in my strength. Also, I don't know what else I can do if I don't find a job at a newspaper. One by one, I found newspapers in the same city, took some articles I had published, mainly manuscripts of unannounced visits, and found the personnel department or the editor-in-chief's office of the same city newspaper.Those office white-collar workers who are about the same age as me, or younger than me, who have just walked out of college, are neatly dressed and fair-skinned, and obviously have not been exposed to the wind, rain, and sun for a long time like me.They didn't even look at my works, and said to me coldly: "We don't want people here." I was dejected, left the newspaper offices without a word, and walked on the street alone.The blazing southern sun shines on me, and my heart is full of burning thirst.Later, when I was tired from walking, I curled up on the corner of the street and watched the tricycles pulling people pass by.I am very envious of these tricycle drivers, they have their own cars, they have their own business, they have income every day, and I have nothing, I am sitting and eating. During that time, a newspaper office in the industry was recruiting people. When I heard about it, I hurried over.Before I went, I bought a box of red "Yunyan" with the only 10 yuan I had.The director of the editorial department of that newspaper received me. He and I sat on the balcony with a tea table and stools.I was just about to take out the Yunyan I bought specially, when I saw him take out a box of Soft China from his pocket, he pulled out one, and when he was about to light it, he suddenly thought of me and asked me if I wanted it?I hasten to say that I don't smoke.I put my hands in the backpack, which contained the box of Yunyan, and I was sweating from the touch of my hands. The director of the editorial department first boasted to me about himself, saying that he used to be the director of the TV station, and now he came to this newspaper to support him. He has a series of plans to turn this newspaper around within a year.Then he asked me what I could do.I took out a scrapbook of my work and handed it to him respectfully.After flipping through two pages, he returned them to me and asked me to wait for the notification. I had no choice but to return.I know that "awaiting notice" is just a high-sounding sentence. That night, I had no money for dinner, so I had to go hungry.I gulped down the tap water, thinking it was rain and dew nectar. The next day, I started selling books.This is the only thing that can be sold in my house. I bought those books with all my savings this year, but now, I can only sell them like scraps. Holding these books in my hands, my eyes are full of tears, and I think of the scene when I bought them.The buying process of each book is a story, I used to cherish them like a child, and now, I have to sell them with my own hands.I think of Qin Qiong selling horses, and I think of a poem written during this period in the book. I can recite this poem when I read it for the first time in junior high school: fish stuck in the green sand beach, horses stuck in the mud bay, and the endless rain , When will I see the blue sky?Now it seems that this is not poetry at all, but a jingle spoken by Zhao Benshan. Before selling these books, I rushed to read the wonderful chapters in the books again, and then walked a long way to the scrap yard.In this alley, there are often people riding tricycles shouting: "Scrap is collected!" Their purchase price is 40 cents per catty for books, and I can sell them for 50 cents per catty at the scrap collection station. I sold all my books except "Selected Works of Borges".This book, which went through unannounced visits with me, is my friend in need. I am reluctant to sell it. Now, I still keep this book. I didn't expect at the time that after one year as a reporter, I was still so poor.I went back to the days when I lived in the hotel Tongpu a year ago. What should I do if the books are sold out and I have nothing to sell? One day, I was sitting in the house worrying, when I heard a noise downstairs, it turned out that a new family moved in on the second floor.The male owner of this house is a tricycle driver, and he has a brand new tricycle. Suddenly my eyes lit up. I don't have money, and I can't afford a tricycle, but I can rent a car. I ride his tricycle to pick up customers every night after he comes home, and pay him 10 yuan a day for renting a car.He readily agreed. It took me an hour to learn to ride a tricycle. Since then, a taciturn young man has been added to the tricycle group. He always pedals with his head down, afraid of meeting acquaintances. He wears an old straw hat and pedals the tricycle very fast.Wearing a broken hat to hide your face in the downtown area.When he was waiting for a customer, he would take out a book from his pocket and read it. This tricycle driver is me. When I am free, I will think of the bartender I am visiting unannounced.I want to finish the unannounced interview with the wine entrustment, and I will post this manuscript to other newspapers, maybe in exchange for a manuscript fee. During the day, the tricycle driver wanted to use his tricycle. After I woke up, I was really bored, so I went to the newspaper office again. The big office of the newspaper was clean, not even a scrap of paper, all the scraps of paper were sold by reporters.The big office was deserted, and I was often alone, which made me feel extremely bleak.In the past, there were people coming and going in the big office. The reporters who went out to interview, the reporters who came back to submit their manuscripts, and the readers who came to report, shuttled back and forth in the corridors of the office, making a lot of noise.Those journalists who are rushing to write will often angrily throw pens or books on the computer desk, reminding the speaker to keep his voice down and not interrupt his train of thought.Those interviewers on the phone held a microphone in one hand and a pen in the other, and took random scraps of paper to record in a hurry... But now, they are all gone, where did they go?What are they doing now? I sat at my desk, turned on my computer, browsed some portals, and added my supervisor's QQ number.I wonder if they are still doing that deceitful illegal activity. The supervisor was online, and he asked me who I was, what I did, and how I knew his QQ number.I said I didn't have a job, it was the QQ number that my former classmate told me, and now I want to work with him.I named the friend who resigned and walked away from the rental house.The supervisor believed it. The supervisor said that many of his staff work from home, and it is very easy to do this kind of work, as long as there is a computer.Then, he trained me online. The content of the training was exactly the same as the last time I was in the rental house. I had to apply for a new number, dress up as a woman, get a man's phone number, and hand it over to him.