Time Is Worse Than Song

[The story of moving bricks into the pit (beginning of Chapter 54) + the memoir of growing up (before Chapter 54), there is no golden finger, it is all a history of blood and tears. I'm not a handsome guy, I just want to be a badass. Friends, you can just turn to the epilogue of the last chapter and decide whether to read the full text after reading it. MLM, education, finance, insurance... Fighting wits and courage in one job after another, going back and forth between routines and counter-routines, struggling between persistence of original aspirations and overwhelming materialistic desires... I have been drifting in Beijing for ten years, going through pitfalls, laughing and laughing, switching back and forth between pretending to be awesome and being awesome. Seeing him building a tall building, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse, it turns out that there are traces of all this... While wandering, I recall my childhood and boyhood, which was a pure, passionate and ideal version of myself. And back to reality, it is the chaotic, lonely and secular self. Countless selves, indistinctly intertwined, staggering forward. No matter how many injustices there are, time will eventually smooth them out. In a complex world, stay simple.