Heaven to left, Shenzhen to right

 

 

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The content is relatively large and is temporarily placed on googlepage. The article is very good. People who are about to work and want to go to Shenzhen should have a deeper feeling of society.

 

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Author: Murong xuecun

 

I think the light and shadows of the world are all cool.

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From Diwang Tower to Taizi villa, it takes 50 minutes to drive, take a bus for an hour, and walk for half a day. Xiao ran drank half a catty of Wuliangye and finished his life on this road.

The Hong Kong driver who drove the longer truck squatted at the side of the road and trembling. When the traffic police asked him, he pointed to Xiao Ran's 600-Port port and vomited white foam. He couldn't say anything about his chin's nerves. Several reporters took a photo of the car that became a scrap iron. Under the flashlight, Xiao ran was full of blood and his eyes were wide. One hand held the steering wheel and the other hand hooked on his chest strangely, there is a row of red teeth on your arm.

At dawn, the scene was cleaned up, the car was dragged away, blood was washed, and Xiao Ran's body was lying in the mortuary of Shekou hospital. There was no expression on his gray face. In the early morning sun, people walked through a street in a hurry, while looking down at the table, while biting the just bought steamed stuffed bun.

This is Shenzhen, eight o'clock, a snake-like city, a colorful city with a mixture of sweat, tears, and desire.

No one knows that Xiao ran is dead. At this time, Liu Yuan is still sleeping. Chen Qiming is wearing an apron and frying eggs in the kitchen. Lu keer applies Lancome nail polish to his feet, and Wei Yuan opens purple curtains, stretched out to the back sea, and then began to dance aerobics with music. In anshan, thousands of miles away, Han Ling sold out the last bowl of mung bean porridge, sweating while enjoying the creden。 of crumpled, ash-stained and spjected banknotes.

The face of the dead is about to be forgotten. The living man smiles and stride forward. And whether you do good or evil, rich or poor, you will go to that end: blood spread to the ground, dead, or pustary, or fly ash.

The dead are not others, just ourselves.