Wang Xi is an office worker in the city. Over the course of one week, he uses imagined victories to comfort himself through every hardship he faces, helping him deal with his difficult boss and unfair situations. He has a heart for standing up against injustice, but never dares to act on it. Does Wang Xi seem a little familiar to you?
Monday: After the company lets go of a pregnant colleague, he gets through an awful day by having drinks with his good buddy.
Tuesday: After dealing with his boss, Wang Xin ends an awkward dinner with his blind date on a pleasant note.
Wednesday: His mother is hospitalized, leaving him and his father scrambling to cope.
Thursday: He runs into the boss's wife beating up his mistress at work, but still believes his goddess isn't that kind of person. He also encounters the family of a cancer patient who came to Beijing for treatment.
Friday: He was supposed to spend the day caring for his mother, but is called back to the company at the last minute for a meeting. He also sees the printer the company bought after being swindled, which makes him realize not everyone gets to sail through life.
Saturday: Overtime throws his plans into disarray. As an only child, he can only ask a friend to pick up his mother.
Sunday: His tenant, a drifter who came to Beijing looking for work, gives notice. He suddenly realizes that his parents growing old is something Wang Xin never anticipated. Days off always go by too quickly. Tomorrow is Monday again, and life goes on in the same cycle, day after day.
Theme: Real life
When will a new pit be opened?
If you write it this way, wouldn't it mean there is no climax? I can keep writing until the protagonist dies of old age.
What is the final direction of the plot? Is it the kind of working hard to reach the peak of life? I've looked at dozens of pictures and can't find much foreshadowing.
What's the point of living? I think the author's writing is very pessimistic. When I read it, I felt an indescribable depressive feeling. I felt like I wanted to sympathize and criticize this kind of life, but I couldn't say anything. I couldn't say anything.