Looking for Childlike Dreams_11,200 words

I packed my bag and came to Shenzhen alone without anyone. I hated this city. It was like the nouveau riche that emerged in China in the 1980s, full of secular utilitarianism, but I couldn’t live without it. , it is the first course for me to enter the society. Every day at seven o'clock, a migrant worker of the same age as my father and I squatted at the garbage-strewn factory gate, gnawing hard black steamed buns with relish, drinking soy milk diluted with sugar water, and teasing the wild dogs with the scraps of steamed buns with great interest. , and in the evening we would watch vulgar TV series together, flip through sex magazines with pictures of busty women on the covers, and have fun with it.

Whenever the boss comes to inspect the factory in his awesome "Don't Touch Me" BMW with a license plate for both Hong Kong and Austria, it always makes my blood boil and I can't sleep at night. I feel like I'm I am a young eagle nestled in a heap of chickens. I always look forward to the day when my wings will become full.

My relationship with my co-workers is very good. I just think about packing a few more packages every day (15 cents per package), and use the computer to accumulate wages over and over again. But suddenly, one day I wanted to go to Tibet, go to western Yunnan, and see Shangri-La. The desire was so strong that I even packed my luggage several times - a change of clothes and a pirated copy of Lu Yao's "The Ordinary World" 》. This is not because I have wavered in my grand plan to get ahead. On the contrary, I am thinking about: What should I do if such a day really comes? This is a headache. Shasha said: She wants to make a lot of money and then leave Shenzhen forever. But when she was at work, she would always sleep and chat with her supervisor behind her back. She also told me that she wanted to be a director and become famous overnight like a little swallow, becoming a household name. She showed me the new version of the play "Snow White" she had adapted. At the end, she kindly and unconventionally gave the prince and princess a beautiful marriage. I wanted to tell her that directors don’t actually need screenwriters, but I couldn’t bear to say it. She was living with a dream when she was sixteen, and I was twenty. There was a time when I wanted to be a freelance writer, and there was a time when I wanted to be a wanderer. But now I don’t understand why I live. While others were struggling to think about how to make a lot of money, I was constantly struggling and conflicted about how to live my life if I had a lot of money. I think this is my forward thinking, or I am poor and crazy. My family circumstances and limitations in life have forced me to see less money than the average person spends. I want a mobile phone with a one-megapixel camera function or a new ultra-thin 14-inch notebook with 1g of memory, but not a hundred-dollar bill, even a new version of the bill that smells of ink.

There are two types of people who have dreams: one is so poor that he can only dream, and the other is a person whose luxurious life leaves him with too much boring time with nothing to do but dream. I am very poor, so I want to find back that young dream.

(1) Love that floats like the wind

Shasha is the girl who impressed me most in the factory, because she once asked me about a girl who was in the factory. It was something I had a hard time figuring out before I got married. The thing is like this, when her brother was 17 years old, he brought a woman back from outside. On the wedding night, her brother and sister-in-law stayed up all night and talked all night long, but Shasha kept listening through the crack in the door, but she just didn't listen to the same Chou Yin. Mao. So she asked me: "You are a college student, what do you think they are talking about?" I have never experienced such a question, and I also find it incredible, "Maybe it is predicting how many sows will be able to give birth to in a litter in the spring? Or? Are you studying the price trend of corn?" I said, "That's it?" Shasha was obviously disappointed. I said I have no experience in this area and I really don’t understand. She said, it’s impossible for you not to be in love. Are you a college student? I think so, college students can't do anything if they don't fall in love! I told her that there are many people in college and dating, but they are all useless, and I am one of the few who are promising.

I once spent a long time falling in love with a girl. As a result, I had to spend twice as much time to forget her. In fact, I really don’t understand love. I just regarded her as my love. She is an extremely optimistic girl. When I say that I like her, she will smile and say to me, "You are a very good boy, but..." This makes me sad. I was extremely desperate, not for love, but for my Chinese language performance. No matter how I divide this sentence into subject and predicate components, it has no linguistic problems, but it makes me unable to understand it. It's like a beggar saying, "Well! Money is a good thing, but I don't want it." I firmly believe that we are all emotional beggars. "In the end, I guessed two meanings, one is money is a good thing, but I want a credit card more, and the other is It is possible that after two days and three nights of hard thinking and research with people around her, she agreed that we are not suitable. If that is the case, I am very grateful for her rationality. If it is the former case, I am grateful that I am not one. A dedicated man will fall in love with different types of women at different times and places.

Sasha said she would introduce me to a girlfriend, and I said yes! I thought she would introduce her cousin to me. Because when I was feeling extremely empty without eating pork and hearing the hum of pigs, her cousin came to me like an oasis in front of me, who was walking desperately in the desert, because she was one of the few people in my workshop. One of the female workers who didn’t roll up her arm sleeves to reveal her well-developed biceps, which made me feel extremely inferior.

But later Shasha told me that Xiao Hei from the polishing department, Xiao Ma from the packaging department, and her cousin from Henan were all looking longingly at her cousin. I calculated that not even a company has a reinforced platoon, even if it is to carry forward the Chinese nation. Traditional virtues are about first come, first served, and if there is no queue-jumping incident, when it is my turn, I have already gone back to Changsha to find my childhood dream.