Violators Club

Chapter 1065 The Age of Absurdity
On a hot summer day, a breeze blows.

There are large willow trees planted on both sides of the city's green belt.

The dim yellow light of the old street lamps shone on the willow tree, and the willow leaves, like slender blades, looked like black fishes on the asphalt road, which was covered with a layer of dust and whose original appearance could not be seen clearly.

The world is developing so fast, I heard that there is no need to drive in big cities.

Urban vehicles in some areas are under unified management, and even road cleaners have been abolished.

It is said that there is no 996 now, but 007.

These young people in the big cities are very busy, relying on supplements to maintain high-intensity work every day, and their main focus is a profit first, cyberpunk.

There are no exhausted people, only endless work.

If you don't work hard, maybe in a few years, the jobs in your hands will be taken away by machines. Compared with humans who have to pay wages every month, machines that are maintained once every three years are too cost-effective.

It's a pity that this high-tech life has nothing to do with me.

Three days and two shifts, I live in a small county where the third line is not available. Most of the people travel with old-fashioned fuel engines.

But there are more worthless old people, and some sick people who have returned from big cities.

The pace of life is very slow, there is no pressure, but there is no hope. A slightly absurd evening wind blows through a section of street without street lights.

At the intersection ahead, under the yellow street lights, there is a mobile vendor selling skewers.

The boss is in his 40s, about 1.7 meters tall, with a gold chain around his neck and tattoos on his arms.

Not a social person, tattoos are mainly to cover scars.

Next to him was a child with a tiger head and a tiger brain, wearing a pirated cartoon sportswear.

This year, I am in the first class of kindergarten, and I am the boss's child. At the moment, the boss is tutoring the children in primary school mathematics under the street lights.

A simple smile appeared on the boss's face, and he raised his head to say hello:

"Great writer, are you here?"

Faced with the boss's flattery, the great writer quickly waved his hands, as if begging for mercy: "Brother, don't make trouble, I'm not a writer, just a beggar who begs for food on the Internet."

But the boss shook his head and expressed disapproval:
"Anyway, you eat with your brain. What would you like to eat today?"

There are stainless steel plates on the carts of mobile vendors.

There are all kinds of cheap but delicious semi-finished products, pick up a plate, and skillfully look for it in the ordering area less than one meter away:
"Stinky tofu, starch sausage, and crab meat rolls, and two skewers of meatballs and two bottles of beer. Take them all away. I caught a few of these on the way and fried them for me."

As he spoke, he took out three cicada monkeys that he picked up from the side of the road just now from his pocket.

Generally speaking, this is not allowed, but two days and three days are regular customers.

And this is not the first time. Last summer, every time the other party went out for a walk, as long as he caught a cicada monkey, he would come over to order something else.

After coming and going, the boss likes the other party very much.

Don't look at the free fried cicada monkey, but also ordered two 30 yuan fried skewers.

He cheerfully took it from the other party's hand, picked up a mineral water bottle from the side, washed the cicada monkey with the clean water in it, and then threw it into the oil pan together with other fried skewers.

Watching the boiling in the oil pan, along with the water vapor, bubbles came out one by one, the boss asked casually:

"What sauce? Garlic sauce or stinky sauce?"

Without thinking, two days and three o'clock said:
"Smelly sauce, your home tastes good."

The so-called stinky sauce is the sauce for deep-fried stinky tofu. It has a strange taste, a little smelly, but it tastes fragrant and spicy, and the overall feeling is thicker.

But the texture is uniform and can be well coated with fried skewers.

There are finished products of this stinky sauce on the market, but the taste is not very good, it has a cheap industrial taste, so after hearing the praise, the boss's face showed a touch of pride:
"I dare not say anything else, but in the surrounding area, no one's stinky sauce is as fragrant as mine."

Seeing the proud face of the boss, I thought about it for two days and three nights:

"I have to say that it is really fragrant. Boss, you haven't considered opening a store?"

The boss didn't answer, he was silent for a while, then raised his head and asked the other party:
"You have been eating fried skewers here for almost two years, why haven't you seen you bring your girlfriend here?"

boss:"……"

Great Writer: "..."

The two were silent with each other and looked at each other.

After a while, they shook their heads at the same time. Under the yellow street lights, there was a layer of water vapor evaporated by the hot oil floating among the mobile vendors of fried skewers.

A six-year-old child, holding an exercise book.

From time to time, he raised his head and looked at the adult not far away, with a fidgety appearance. He didn't want to study, but he had to study. Children are like this, and they look extremely innocent.

They don't understand anything, but they seem to understand better than anyone else. This is the nature of human beings, or all living things.

On the other hand, the great writer that the owner of the fried skewer shop called, he is not discussing this nasty topic anymore.

Instead, he slapped his arm with his backhand, and a mosquito with black and white patterns was slapped to death, and a bag of blood burst out of his bulging stomach.

The great writer couldn't help being happy, but within a few minutes, he watched the mosquito land on his arm again.

He was a little helpless, and looked at the boss of the fried skewer complainingly:

"You have so many mosquitoes."

The boss shook his head, ignored the great writer's complaints, and casually replied:
"It's okay, this is illuminated by street lights, and there are more mosquitoes in places without street lights."

Originally, he wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he suddenly felt very interesting, which made him very happy:

"Don't say it, it seems that this is really the case."

On the way home, this is an alley that no one cares about.

There is a street light every 30 meters on both sides of the road. Unfortunately, the street lights in this section are not on. Because no one manages it for a long time, the vegetation on both sides of the road grows very wild and lush.

A thick, velvet-tailed dogtail grass, which is full of heavy fruit ears.

The branches were all bent, and each plant grew out of the green belt.

I don't know if it's mosquitoes or other insects. This road doesn't look like a third-tier old city. Instead, it gives people a sense of desolate countryside that has been neglected for many years.

Maybe, he didn't really understand.

In an unpopular small county town, an old city where no one cares about, even seeing a tram will feel novel.

Time passes slowly here, as if everything has come to a standstill.

Very good, the outside world is very busy.

In two days and three nights, I thought about the days when I was wandering in the big city. Looking at the bag of fried skewers in my hand, a self-deprecating smile appeared on my face.

Life in third-tier small cities is also very good, especially for a waste like me who has no love and no loans.

One person is full and the whole family is not hungry. Maybe in another 30 years, I will die of old age in this old house, but it doesn’t matter. When the landlord’s children come to collect the rent, what if they can’t knock on the door?
There is a high probability that his body will be found.

At that time, I will keep a sum of money. Anyway, I will send my parents away, and I will not owe anyone in this world.

This is a crazy introversion, but at the same time, I don’t know why I am introverted. More importantly, even in an era when there is no hope for introversion, great writers once thought about what to do.

But then I realized that I was just an ordinary person.

If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. Don't be anxious all day long. Sometimes you need to slow down and see what you really need.

For example, at this moment, two bottles of beer and fried skewers worth 24 yuan add up to a total of 30 yuan.

If you want to be a bit extravagant, you can also spend a movie ticket to watch movies, but movies have become worse and worse over the years, and great writers would rather watch TV series from 30 or [-] years ago.

As he walked, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up at three o'clock in two days.

He thought that there seemed to be a new variety show today. Some time ago, a blogger he liked very much, it is said that the other party also participated in this variety show. It seems to be called rap?
It's not clear what it's called after two days and three shifts, but it doesn't matter, he believes that big data will find him.

No way, who made this a boring and uninteresting absurd world——

parenthesis, self only, closing parenthesis.

(End of this chapter)