26th floor

I got up very early in the morning and felt very sleepy. But I have to cheer up and catch the bus...
Finally, I made up my mind to leave this small town. I have been tired of the unchanging life here for a long time. This impulse has substantially advanced this plan by one step.
Because I had quit my job a few days ago without telling my parents, this time they didn't scold me. They just said that if I didn't do well, I would come back.
I have no idea what I will face in the future. However, there was still a kind of joy of escape and a hint of sadness in my heart.
Put down your luggage and look up.
The clouds are slowly drifting forward in the sky...

Some people say that life is a road, just like "Mount Kailash".
I think life is a book, a book that you can read by yourself or tell others when you are old.
The story told in this book needs to be written by oneself. It may be plain and beautiful, or full of ups and downs.
The first half of my book is called "Search", and the second half is called "Obsession". The title of this book, I would like to call it "The Drifting Ideal".
I want to thank the city of Beijing. He is like a father from the north, strict yet sincere.
He will teach you a lesson about your mistakes and tell you about a man's responsibility. It can also tolerate your stubbornness and give you the chance to take risks.
So, whenever making a difficult choice. I will be resolute and determined.
It's not because of how determined one is.
It's because I want to follow my heart and write that book freely and unrestrainedly.
 
It falls on the 26th floor

In the corridor on the 26th floor, the brothers lit their cigarettes and chatted freely.
From the wild history of BAT to shared bikes and start-up projects, everyone was chatting with great enthusiasm.
When reaching the climax, turn around and look out of the window. It feels like I'm just one angel round away from the Beijing City in front of me.
One cigarette is gone, snuffed out. Push open the door of the corridor. Everyone is back to reality again.
This industry is moving too fast. After witnessing too many fleeting splendors,
I'd rather open a small store.
Let yourself and your ideals fly in coffee...

After changing subway twice, I finally got on the train bound for the airport. I checked my watch and it was still in time.
There were a lot of people on the bus. I moved towards the front of the train, hoping to find a seat.
The car started moving and I found a seat by the window.
The scenery outside the window began to drift away from me, faster and faster, and more and more blurred...
I leaned back in the chair and sighed. I don't know when I started to like taking a nap in this car.
Perhaps it was the brief escape that made me feel a little relieved.
Perhaps I prefer the feeling of being on the road.
Maybe I'm just too tired
…

Do you know, little tree?
I drank too much on your first birthday.
That day I said a lot and was extremely happy in my heart.
Your appearance has made me feel that life has a new meaning.
I know I shouldn't have planned your future, but as a father, I still subconsciously imagined it a bit.
This kind of imagination will make me re-examine my abilities (how much money I can earn).
Finally, it was discovered that when it comes to making money. Dad's ability is indeed not strong.
Because over the past few years, Dad has been living by his ideals (including giving birth to you).
As the saying goes, life is a road; one must not lose at the starting line.
But I want to tell you that when your dad's N-hand modified 28 is parked beside your classmate's dad's big Mercedes-Benz, you will never lose face either.
Because in your time, what mattered most was (your father's) temperament.
Of course, Dad also made efforts to upgrade 28 to 70.
I hope in this era where it all depends on both father and child. Let's keep pace with The Times together and forge ahead bravely...

As usual, I walked with my head down.
I have walked this street many times.
Turn right at the intersection ahead. I walked over straightforwardly and sat in my usual position.
"Boss, two fried dough sticks, a bowl of soy milk, and then..." ."
"A ca egg
I originally wanted to change things
In the end, I still clicked an egg out of habit.
Put down your backpack, open your phone and read today's news. I'm performing these movements skillfully.
It took ten minutes to finish all the food on the table very quickly.
Pay.
Get up and leave.
Then, he hurried towards the building not far ahead.
…
This is the ca egg life I lead every day.

You are a little nervous standing in front of me. Not daring to look ahead, I kept looking at my feet.
Knowing that this is a bit difficult for you, you are very scared.
But you must face it yourself.
Because this is just the beginning...
You might fall down.
Frequent falls.
Don't be afraid.
Because the man beside you will do his utmost to protect your safety.
Move forward boldly...
For the smile and expectant look of the woman opposite.
Take the first step of your life well.
Come on, little tree!

I don't know what song I'm singing anymore.
Just try my best to shout out the lyrics. Carefree and worry-free.
This is a kind of venting, only I know.
The song has reached its climax.
I gripped the microphone tightly with both hands and leaned down. Close your eyes tightly. Prick up your ears.
Here I come...
I used all my strength and shouted loudly into the microphone:
Ideal, how old are you this year
You always tempt young friends
You always thank me and then surprise me
It plunged me into a life of disappointment again
…”
Then, tears welled up in my eyes.

A brief pain hit me and I fell to the ground.
Subconsciously, I touched my head with my hand and took a look in front of my eyes. There is blood.
Looking at the triangle beneath my feet again, my heart tightened and my eyes felt a bit dizzy
…
Sitting in a taxi, leaning against the window and looking out, I was looking very carefully.
I've walked this road before and never paid close attention to the scenery along the way.
Now I'm afraid of missing everything.
The car was driving very fast and soon arrived at the hospital.
I was supported and staggered into the emergency building
I saw on a large electronic screen the information of people who were being rescued.
The person in the first row is 23 years old. He has a lung infection and is being rescued.
Under the electronic screen, there is a heavy door. Inside and outside the door, there are two different worlds.
I turned around and looked out of the window at the sky. It was the sky in April, a bit overcast and a bit cold.
The sounds ringing in my ears were shouts, sobs, sirens...
Then he was pulled into that door.

I ran desperately towards the rooftop, with a group of people chasing me from behind.
I knew in my heart that once we reached the rooftop, there would be no way out.
I have no choice. Being caught means a dead end.
Because I killed someone.
As for why I killed someone and who I killed, I can't remember clearly anymore.
I was breathing rapidly, my physical strength was at its limit, and I was taking deep breaths.
Every pore on the body was open, with sweat lying outward.
I struggled to climb the last step.
Pushing open the door, I went to the rooftop.
The smoggy sky, the noise of large air conditioners...
I had no way out and reached the edge of the rooftop, then looked down.
There were many pedestrians on the road, but they had no idea it was above their heads. A person has reached a dead end.
I'm in despair...
I think of my parents...
I thought of a lot...
Suddenly, it rang in my ears
"Buzz..." Buzz... The voice
I suddenly opened my eyes wide and found that it was already dawn.
I looked out of the window
Realizing that spring has come...