Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

When I woke up, the sky was blinding. Staring at the white ceiling, I suddenly remembered a sentence - "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams." But I didn't know if I was in a dream or the dream was in my mind. I was in a daze for a long time, as if everything Nothing happened, Master Changsheng is still the master of Changsheng who is full of wind and rain, and I am still the one who only needs to worry about eating. Not rich, but fulfilling, like a sunny day, I spent five years like this in the north, time is like a white horse, so fast, and so merciless, in a moment, it took away the master of longevity, Leave my heart empty.

Did I forget the time, or did the time forget me? I got up groggy, turned on my phone habitually to check the time, then shrunk my neck, and called for reminder text messages from my boss, a series of twenty or so. I frightened and recalled the scene in my dream where he shocked me with a big electric baton. When the phone was dialed, his voice came over my face—"You damn girl, you finally woke up? Let's see what time is it?" At that time, I suspected that I had dialed the wrong number. Lao Ren never called me that. Dead girl?Uh, is he praising me for being young? I said: "Old Ren, are you okay, are you awake, I'm Charlotte!"

Lao Ren’s voice was gone, only the sound of footsteps and splashing water could be heard on the phone, the phone was not hung up, and it was blank for a long time, he said: “Sorry, I just lay down on the desk for a while and dreamed of my Little sister." I said, "Oh, tell me what you want." The other end of the phone coughed and said, "An entrepreneur came to the magazine in the morning and said he was a little interested in your work, and asked if you would like to develop to a higher place." I was drinking water, and it was sprayed out, and I said, "If you want to choke me to death, I told you at that time, I will follow you, and I will not quit."

Five years ago, when I was in extreme poverty, it was Lao Ren who appreciated me and gave me a bowl of food. For this kindness, I told him half drunk that I was willing to live and die with the magazine.Perhaps this is also the reason why Zhu Huan followed me to "exist and die together". Those who have nowhere to go will always be grateful. Maybe we are all people who have no regrets. I remember that Lao Ren said that he had a little sister, but unfortunately she died at an early age. He said that what attracted him in the park was first my paintings and then my eyes. He said that there were two times in his life when he suddenly realized that the woman in front of him was mistaken for his little sister.

Once when he was in his hometown, and once when he saw me. He also said that he had done some serious crimes. That day in the restaurant, he got drunk and drank bad wine worth three yuan a catty. I comforted him at the time, and I said that everything is over, why don't you come to Beijing now, start a new life, like me. Maybe my brother is right. Like Lao Ren, I also escape from the past, lost in the bustling city, subconsciously unwilling to remember the past. Coughing came again on the phone, Lao Ren said: "Charlotte, this is not considered a job-hopping, that Mr. Liu said, you can stay in the magazine, and when you become popular, our "Beauty Times" will follow suit. Become popular, you think about it, next year."

next year? Hearing these two words, my heart suddenly sank. I went to the magazine several times and heard them worrying about their jobs next year. If there is still food to eat, the serial number may have to be withdrawn, especially those of us who have no funds, no background and no connections, we are doomed to a precarious fate in the crackdown. I muddled along, and for the first time began to think about this heavy problem. When the door was closed, I would lose my job. If I lost my job, I would have no money. If I had no money, my mother would have no cost to play cards. Without cards, I would not be able to comfort Since my father is in the spirit of heaven, no matter how I think about it, I feel uncomfortable.

Besides, not only I will lose my job, but my old Ren will also lose his job. He is such a good person, and he can no longer lie comfortably in the office with the air conditioner blowing on Sora Aoi as he is now. It is hard for me to imagine that he sold his Xiali again When I went back to the days when I set up a street stall, played urban management and slept on the overpass, I felt very bitter when I thought of his dream of "saving money to buy a real BMW and go on a blind date". It's been five years, has anyone really come to appreciate my paintings?