The most ridiculous thing in the world is to take the story seriously.
Three months ago, I was a food delivery person on the streets of Harbin. At that time, what was playing in my headphones on a loop all day long was "My Life as a Liar" by Zijin Studio.
At that time, I was very superstitious about what my second uncle said in the book. I felt that after listening to the book, I could be considered half a Jianghu person, and understood the sinister nature of people's hearts, and understood the eight generals of a thousand sects. I even practiced my eyes in the rearview mirror during the meal delivery, imagining that I was the Xiong Jiudong who knew everything, or the Xiong Sanming who pretended to be a pig and eat the tiger.
I feel that I am quite awesome, and I feel that I know all the routines in this society.
Until that day, I met a customer service person named "Anna" on the Internet. She said that there were good jobs there with high salaries, just outside Yunnan.
I thought that was my opportunity, the starting point for me to start a legendary life like the protagonist in the book.
The result?
Reality was like those big 40 to 50-year-old leather shoes that kicked me hard in the face.
There is no world, no morality, and there is no second uncle who can save your life in critical moments.
Only northern Myanmar.
