They were either on the boring assembly line, doing boring work.
They either had to work under the scorching sun for three meals a day.
Or for the sake of life, they would flatter others in the workplace.
They seemed to be wearing a mask.
Only in the middle of the night, sitting alone in front of the computer.
Only then would they take off their thick masks during the day.
Then, he drank a little wine, lit a cigarette, and looked at the host on the screen who would do anything to make them laugh and please.
Only at this moment did they feel that the one who dared to cry and laugh was the one who truly got them.
Jiang Chen's song seemed to have struck a chord in their hearts.
A vulgar person like me
I never like to pretend to be deep
Why do I occasionally hear old songs
Suddenly, I also lost my mind
A coward like me
Everything must be left a little bit
Why did you do it for someone?
I've thought about risking my life
Jiang Chen's magnetic voice was filled with vicissitudes and helplessness.
At the same time, it also expressed the helplessness of most people.
The helplessness of the young people was that the fast pace of life now made them unable to see the direction at all.
High housing prices, high betrothal gifts, and low wages made them lose the motivation to fight.
The middle-aged man was helpless.
Their current appearance was not what they wanted to be at all.
Who didn't want to be the main character of their lives when they were young?
However, life had mercilessly crushed their dreams and ideals, making them the supporting characters of life.
At this moment.
Many people cried.
In a basement garage, a security guard was holding a phone. He was wearing headphones and watching the scene on the phone.
"Sigh, why are you crying?"
The old security guard next to him patted his shoulder and asked curiously.
"Ah? No, there's sand in my eyes."
The young security guard wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked to a corner where no one was around.
Everyone thought that he was born to be a security guard.
No one knew that half a year ago, he was still a top student in a university.
In the tall building.
Although it was late at night, the lights were still bright.
A girl put down the phone in her hand.
The client had scolded her so badly just now.
She did not cry.
Because this had long become her daily life.
However, when she heard this song with her headphones on.
She cried.
She was crying so hard that she could not make a sound.
The countless unhappy things that had accumulated in his life finally exploded at this moment.
However, she did not dare to cry loudly.
She could only cry hoarsely.
The wet tissues were thrown into the trash can.
The cubicles where she worked were like cages. No one noticed her.
After crying, she walked to the window.
She took a picture of the sky without stars and posted it on her WeChat Moments.
It was accompanied by a paragraph of text.
"Does anyone feel sorry for someone like me?”
Ten minutes passed.
No one liked or commented.
She thought for a moment, then took out her phone and clicked the delete button.
In front of a factory.
He ordered a bowl of fried vermicelli as usual.
Then, he sat on the table.
His mother had just called him.
She told him to quickly find a job that could earn money.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be going home for the New Year this year.
How could he not want to find it?
With his education, he could not find any profitable job in this society.
He could only work as a robot in the factory day after day.
He joked about that cold joke with his colleagues every day.
"Do you know why the factory doesn't use machines for such a simple job?”
"Why?"
"Because machines are much more expensive than labor, hahahaha.”
He and his colleagues laughed, but as they laughed, they cried.
They were only twenty years old, but the repetitive work every day had already worn them down to the point where they were even more vicissitudes than fifty years old.
"Your fried vermicelli."
The boss placed the fried vermicelli in front of him.
As he watched the live broadcast, he picked up his chopsticks and wanted to put the fried noodles into his mouth.
Unexpectedly, large drops of tears fell on the fried vermicelli as if they were not listening to him.
He put a mouthful of fried vermicelli into his mouth. It was very salty, much more salty than the fried vermicelli he usually ate.
It wasn't just the audience in the live broadcast room who cried.
Even Zhou Xinyi, who had heard the song.
He didn't know when, but his eyes were filled with tears.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Jiang Chen's song also told her story.
Everyone could only see her glamorous appearance.
He envied her for being only in her twenties, but no one knew about her sad past.
She was only in her teens. For the sake of her life, she dropped out of school early and joined a girl group.
In order to practice dancing, she had worn her knees out countless times.
In order to sing, she had practiced her voice until it was hoarse.
In the end, the girl group was still popular.
If she hadn't become popular as a streamer later on.
Many people even knew that she had once been in a girl group.
"Sister Zhou, are you crying?"
"No way, no way. No one really cried, right?”
"I'm not crying. I just got sand in my eyes.”
"Alright, I cried, but my cousin beside me didn't cry. I punched him and he cried too.”
"I clearly hate Wang Yiyun so much, but my eyes are also wet because of him.”
"I'll remember people like me. Does anyone have the original song? Can you share?"
"Brother, stop looking. I've searched all over the internet, but there's nothing. This should be an original.”
"What kind of monster is this in this world? It can't really be a professional singer using a new song to bully noobs, right?”
When Sister Zhou saw the bullet screen, she also said sarcastically,"No way, no way. It can't be that a good brother is crying, right?”
"That's really embarrassing. You cry just listening to a song.”
In fact, she was extremely sad.
However, the countless setbacks in the past had long covered her with a hard barrier. She would not show her fragile side in front of the audience.
At this moment, she urgently needed someone to hug her and comfort her.
But the first person she thought of was Jiang Chen.
It seemed like Jiang Chen was the only one who could give her the sense of security she wanted.
Following that, Zhou Xinyi blushed.
She could accept anyone she thought of.
But why was it Jiang Chen in her subconscious?
This person had only appeared in her house for a day.
This was unacceptable to her.
"I'm going to the toilet."
Zhou Xinyi said as she walked out of the live-stream room.
She did not want the audience to see her fragile side.
The song ended.
Jiang Chen turned off his microphone.
He sat quietly in front of the computer.
This was indeed a very depressing and sentimental song.
Even he, the singer, had tears in his eyes.
Jiang Chen decided to wash his face in the toilet to clear his head.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。