It was extremely cold in Beijing in November, the smog had not dissipated, and the big city was a little depressed. Wearing a mask and a down jacket, I walked on the cold and windy streets. After walking less than 500 meters, I followed the bustling queue and merged into the crowd during the 7 o'clock rush hour every day.

We are all the same, yet different.

Each carries their first dream, repeating it day after day without end, and no one knows when they will become the person they want to be.

Me too.

The whole day's schedule is fully arranged, like an endless machine. Facing Party A's various unreasonable demands, in front of money and donors, he is unwilling but aggrieved. Call someone father.

Then there is the rush, the trouble, the endless slaughter, waiting for the elusive final payment.

After the work was scheduled until early in the morning, PPT templates and vector graphics were piled up on the D drive, and there were about 2 G in the Recycle Bin that were still empty.

It would be a lie to say that I am not sad. Perhaps in such days, I can only add the previous word hypocritically: rich.

It’s as simple as it gets every month, collect your salary, repay the loan, pay the rent, and then divide the remaining money into 30 shares. No more, no less, just enough for one day's meals and transportation, plus some pocket money of less than ten yuan.

There is no opportunity to travel, eat what you like, and enjoy what you want. Even movie theaters can only be limited to once a week, KTV is limited to quarters, and travel is limited to years. .

Weekends are the rare days when you can sleep in. You can sleep until the sun is up, then order takeout at home, surf the Internet in the afternoon and then go out for a stroll, and go home to chat in the evening. Time is rushed. Busily slipped away.

There is nothing worth showing off in this repetitive state.

In Mr. Hou’s words, I was terrible at it.

Mr. Hou also did not do well, but that was before.

Working as a marketing manager in an Internet company in Shanghai is actually "running business." Every day he dressed himself up handsome and energetic, behaved elegantly, used words to deal with people and the market on various occasions, and then dragged his half-paralyzed body directly into the door and fell asleep.

It is no exaggeration to say that Mr. Hou was working directly on the floor of the company during his busiest period, and he did not even take care of his wife.

After three years of marriage, he gave all his time to the company, and in the end his wife also gave it to someone else.

For this reason, I laughed at him for a long time.

Last summer, he took the initiative to resign, even though the company raised his salary to 20k monthly salary in order to keep him.

"I went home when I couldn't survive. I don't want to make myself completely different."

"But with a monthly salary of 20K, it's not a bad job."

"My wife is gone, and I don't want to live like this anymore."

When I heard his words on the phone, I just felt like a hermit in the world. With a sigh, he struggled to escape from the world of mortals and then flashed away. Entered the forest.

When I saw him again, he was going home during the New Year.

Ben and he are fellow villagers, their homes are close to each other, and we often visit each other on weekdays.

During the reunion dinner at his home, the neighbors and villagers were all wishing him success in his career. As they drank and drank, they saw the smile on his lips and the happiness overflowing from deep in his heart.

He did not do well in Shanghai, so he returned home and put his many years of connections and abilities to full use in the small city.

I opened a company and became the CEO myself. I earned enough salary for several months by giving advice every day.

Going home is not a bad thing.

But I can't be as free and easy as him. Even though I don't do well, I still want to go home.

First, I didn’t have the courage to cut off the water with a knife, and second, I was afraid that there would be a lot of comments and I was speechless in front of my father Jiangdong.

Yes, seeing that you have been in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou for such a long time, why don’t you stick with it for a while? Yes, your neighbors, relatives and friends all know that you have left your hometown and established yourself in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. What do you mean by suddenly withdrawing and returning to your hometown? Where do you put your parents' face?

I dare not think about the consequences.

The purpose of your coming out is to live, and you have to live a life that is respectable to your parents and to yourself. Others are based on the extension of these two.

Just like you complained in the circle of friends late at night that this society complained about your heavy official duties. Many friends in the circle of friends can not give you anything except giving you a hug and letting you persist until the clouds clear and the moon shines. thing.

If you persist, there will be an antidote.

If you persist, you will be able to redeem yourself.

Going home is to escape, to indulge, to be afraid of facing.

They do not want to bear the responsibility of being the initiator, although they know that going home is a way out.

I have a good friend who is also a self-media person. He traveled from Xi'an to Beijing, following the direction of his dream.

He majored in medicine, but joined an advertising company.

Promoting and promoting day and night, repeating all kinds of tedious tasks.

She said she was not happy at all and wanted to go home.

My primary school classmate studied in a technical secondary school and worked in Shenzhen. Going back and forth to the construction site every day, my skin was tanned.

When he returned home, his mother was heartbroken when she saw him.

Xin Shixiang once held an event called "Escape from Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou", calling on more people to get rid of the current fatigue and rush and have an irrational walk-away.

The activity was so intense that everyone wanted to escape, but they were only willing to have a short escape.

None of them went home.

His roommate’s mother called him yesterday and said emotionally:

If you can’t survive, just go home. The salary is not that high, but you will definitely be able to find a job and not starve to death.

He didn't tell her that he really wanted to go home.

I also want to go home.

Although, my mother passed away many years ago, I did not even see her for the last time, which became a scar in my heart.

However, after seeing Chang’an Street at 2 a.m. in Beijing, passing by Tiananmen Square at 4 a.m., and walking through the busiest China World Trade Center at 7 a.m., I also want to make one for the rest of my life. Decision:

The wait is long and the opportunities are limited.

If you really can’t survive, just go home.

When your persistence still has no end in sight, I would like you to take a step back and enjoy the bright future.