bookbashuk Chapter 337 Our Life Has Ups and Downs
Chapter 337 Our Life Has Ups and Downs
Having started my life as a worker, I am naturally very sensitive about holidays.
This year's work schedule was particularly crazy. I worked from Monday to the next Monday, for eight consecutive days, before I finally got seven days off.
Foreign companies are no exception.
On the first day of the holiday, Jiang Baige drew the heavy curtains, turned off the alarm clock, muted her cell phone, and slept soundly at home.
Until there was a rapid knock on the door: "White Dove, are you still alive?"
Jiang Baige rubbed her eyes, feeling the scorching sunlight outside the window trying hard to penetrate the "thick barrier" of the curtains to meet her, but only sporadic bright rays of light penetrated into the ground through the gaps in the swinging curtains.
It should be noon.
If I were at home, my dad would have already grabbed breakfast and lunch and eaten it, and it would be time for me to lie down and take a nap.
Fortunately, she refused to go home on the grounds that she was too tired from work and had not yet adjusted to the new situation and wanted to have a good rest at home during the holidays.
This allowed me to have a long, undisturbed sleep.
In her dreams, bizarre people, objects, and plots came at her without her knowing: one second she might be being hunted for sneaking into a laboratory to steal confidential documents, and the next second she might be seeing two handsome men fighting for her favor, while she was already exchanging glances with a third man.
I opened my eyes and realized that a thousand years in the dream is just one night in the human world.
She got up from the bed with difficulty, walked to the bedside, and pulled open the curtains with a "rustle", and the sunlight rushed in.
Jiang Baige rubbed her eyes that were almost blinded by the light and shouted to the outside: "She's still alive."
"Then get up and eat." Mo Songru's voice was replaced by footsteps. Jiang Baige walked to the door and unlocked the secret lock.
"Wow, it smells so good."
Jiang Baige's stomach suddenly growled, she had no dignity at all.
Mo Songru was just returning with his bowl and chopsticks when he heard this long string of accusations. He laughed so hard that his bowl almost slipped to the ground.
Jiang Baige rubbed her stomach embarrassedly: "I didn't feel hungry when I went to bed."
"You are really amazing." Mo Songru looked up at the clock on the living room wall. "It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, and you are still sleeping. Most people would wake up either because they have to pee or because they are hungry..."
"Working eight days in a row! This is a damn life. It's really not a life for human beings."
Jiang Baige didn't bother to be polite with Mo Songru. She sat down at the dining table, took a straw and started to drink the familiar jasmine milk tea.
Unlike Xin Zhiping who is not interested in sweets, Jiang Baige and Mo Songru became milk tea partners early on.
When you have a sugar craving, it’s always a good idea to find the other person.
Mo Songru ordered Hunan cuisine today, including rice in broth, spicy chicken gizzards, and stir-fried beef. He also mixed Sichuan cuisine, including a plate of Bobo chicken and two bowls of ice jelly.
The spicy, sweet and fragrant taste went straight into Jiang Baige's forehead.
Jiang Baige realized only after her taste buds and belly felt slightly hot: everything was ordered in pairs, which clearly was not the amount for one person!
Could it be... that she is treating herself to a meal?
This guess was actually very normal, but after experiencing the previous experience of mistakenly thinking that Mo Songru took the risk alone for her, Jiang Baige no longer dared to be too narcissistic.
He just asked in a roundabout way: "Sister Mo, why did you order so much today? What good thing happened to you?"
"It's a good thing indeed." Mo Songru's mouth was also reddened by the spiciness, and he quickly took two sips of milk tea to relieve the heat. "The 'Renting House to Avoid Thunderbolts' series I posted before was extremely popular, but..."
Halfway through her words, she lowered her head to drink her milk tea again. Jiang Baige's heart was in her throat, fearing that it would be shattered by the content after that turn of events.
"But what makes me happiest is that a reporter contacted me a few days ago and wanted to do an interview..."
Jiang Baige's heart settled down.
There are some things you really don’t know until you try them - if Mo Songru hadn’t rented a house to avoid the risk, even Jiang Baige wouldn’t have known. In fact, there were already so many victims before what happened to Mo Songru and others in the previous life was exposed.
Room-hopping, formaldehyde, illness, non-refund of rental deposits, lengthy treatments, and people and families being dragged down...
There are many comments under that video that exceed the word limit and must be completed in the reply to the post. Each one is shocking, and the level of despair and tragedy is no less than that of Mo Songru back then.
It turns out that tragedies never stop happening, but those whose lives are taken away by tragedy have no chance to speak out.
And Mo Songru's existence provides an outlet for all of this.
Just like she said, maybe what they can do is insignificant and cannot change the established facts, but at least it is better than doing nothing.
Now, it's not just those who see her video who can be alerted.
Such a large-scale social issue that exposes the chaos in the rental market has finally attracted the attention of more journalists and media.
With one reporter, there will be more reporters... With one media spread, there will be more media spread...
Maybe one person's voice is very weak, but when one person after another speaks out, those originally weak voices may be heard.
Although, sometimes, that voice will be suppressed.
But so what?
Life is about solving various problems.
Just like when she writes a novel, if she writes about a protagonist who has everything going smoothly and the story has no ups and downs, who would want to read it?
I'm afraid that if the book doesn't make it past the "golden three chapters", readers will curse and quit: What a boring thing! It's a waste of my precious thirty seconds.
What everyone wants to see is the kind of vitality that does not give up even when faced with setbacks and powerlessness.
This is true for characters in novels and for people in real life.
Not sure if it was because she was moved or because of the spiciness, but Jiang Baige's tears suddenly welled up, scaring Mo Songru.
"I remember you can eat spicy food..."
"We can't have Hunan and Sichuan cuisine together, who can stand that!" Jiang Baige took the tissue and wiped the tears from her face, "But these are also tears of joy!"
Because of Lao He's house, she had been frustrated for a long time, but now there is finally a not-so-bad ending.
Although not perfect -
But there may be no "perfect" ending in the world. What there is is just people trying their best and never giving up in pursuit of perfection.
After this "celebration banquet", Jiang Baige returned to her computer and wrote these thoughts into her novel.
Since she started working, she had very little time to write.
The new article has been included in two more lists and has been updated several times. From the end of July to now, it has been serialized for more than 200,000 words.
The serialization has just reached the second small world, fortunately she has finished writing it.
The third small world also began.
After experiencing the tests of the two worlds of "harem" and "aristocratic family" - the former, a vicious concubine, and the latter, a cunning mistress - her NPC heroine came to the "turbulent world of male-oriented games" with the optimistic spirit of "fighting with others is endless fun, fighting with all privileges is a hundred times more fun".
That’s right, it’s “male-oriented”.