This year's end of the year in the north seems to be less lively than before, and more desolate and depressing. The words of the landlady next door can be summed up by saying, "It's the end of the year for Dazhao, who is poor and sick. It's because he has no money. It's hard for an honest person to get rich these days. He graduates on time at the age when he should graduate. If he just enters the society without background or education, it's a good time to be taken advantage of."
Otashi chuckled, but it was true.
But I always use a sentence to laugh at myself: "As far as fate is concerned, there is no justice."
Individuals have their own destiny, and what they gain is blessing, and what they strive for is disaster. This kind of chicken soup on the Internet can comfort yourself when you wake up from poverty late at night.
In short, he is only close to 30 years old and lives a cowardly life like a slaughtered farmed pig that is approaching the end of its fate. Even a few grunts are said to be a struggle before death.
Intention: Mediocre life, joys and sorrows of worldly people