My name is Wang Er, and the person who created me is called Wang Xiaobo. He was born on May 13, 1952 and died of a heart attack on April 11, 1997.
Xiaobo means "little disturbance" because when he was born, the family situation suddenly changed and his father was mistakenly classified as a class dissident during the Three Antis movement.
And I have experienced the Golden Age, Silver Age, Bronze Age and Black Iron Age, and now, I have come to the Gray Tin Age.
I am an old man who has been baptized by the long river of history. I am used to seeing big winds and waves. Of course, this is psychological.
Physically, I have not changed at all, I am still a little fresh meat.
"Xiao Wang, my aunt is very fond of you. My family has three apartments, and this is my daughter. After you marry her, she will be yours from now on, and you won't have to fight for the rest of your life." Sitting there. Aunt Xie opposite me was extending an olive branch to me again.
I smiled politely, showing my eight neat white teeth, "Thank you, Aunt Xie, for your kindness! I'm still young, so I haven't thought about it for the time being. I still want to live a single life for a few more years. ”
She looked like she had won the lottery and then lost it.
I once saw a photo of Aunt Li’s daughter on her computer screen.
The little girl is plump and cute. Her hands, which look like bear paws, form a V shape and are placed next to her cheeks. All the flesh on his face was piled together, revealing a smile that looked down upon the world.
That confidence may be due to the fact that she has three apartments in this city.
If her character is domineering, then such a nickname is very suitable:
A maverick pig.
I am not the kind of person with low taste who loves money and beautiful appearance, because I have seen too many ups and downs, and I have also experienced "seeing him building tall buildings, watching him entertaining guests, Seeing his building collapse."
At that time, for reasons well known to everyone, Einstein came up with the theory of relativity in the patent office. Therefore, my father arranged for me to enter the patent office of this city after graduating from college.
In addition to drinking tea and reading newspapers, my daily work is to follow the last number on the patent application form, odd number today, even number tomorrow, and pass the review.
Being too comfortable made my heart feel like an extinct volcano without any signs of eruption. Of course, I did not come up with a more awesome theory of the universe here.
Many years later, the wave of reform hit, and I felt restless in my heart.
Under the favorable conditions of “retaining my identity, retaining my position, and retaining my benefits”, I went to Hainan with a salary.
The blue sky and strong ultraviolet rays from the sun made my eyes, which had been used to read newspapers at close range all year round, half-blind, causing me to lose my sight.
I am planning to build a high-rise building in the Blue Sea Sands of Sanya.
My long-standing work habits cannot be changed. I drink tea and read newspapers at the construction site every day. When I am tired, I lie on the beach and think about the future.
More and more people are like me, supervising work while chatting about life on the beach.
I had an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, just like if the kidneys are not good and there will be foam in the urine, the bubble in the property market has also come.
I didn’t even entertain guests, and the unfinished building was destroyed by the bomb.
My heart is like a volcano that was extinguished by a child's urine as soon as it burst into flames.
I returned to the patent office smelling like urine.
I have been hurt by real estate, so after I had some spare money, I did not have the courage to buy a house in this city.
I used to rent a large house in the Black Iron Apartment.
Later, my monthly income was not enough to pay the rent, so I had no choice but to move to a capsule apartment.
Today, after shutting down the computer and saying goodbye to Auntie Xie, I squeezed into the subway and returned to my apartment.
When I took out the key and opened the door, the door next to me opened.
"Old Wang, are you back?" Xiao Pan, wearing suspender pajamas, smiled at me charmingly.
I trembled, smiled politely at her, showing eight neat white teeth, and quickly walked into the house.