I'm Really A Newcomer

The night in the capital is still as bustling and noisy as ever.

Glittering lights and bustling crowds. Everyone around me was wearing brands of clothing that I couldn't afford, and luxury cars with their lids open kept whizzing by on the road.

When I was a child, I was preparing to go home alone under the moonlight after a banquet at a distant relative's house. There was only a dirty old yellow dog on the uneven dirt floor. The dog was lying on the ground looking at me and wagging its tail. I tiptoed around it in disgust. At that time, my ears were filled with the sound of cicadas and wind.

Zhang Weilong was waiting for the traffic lights with his canvas bag and the bustling crowd.

He started shaving when he was very young, so now he has a deep stubble on his chin.

Parents are the authors of their children, but Zhang Weilong's parents just wrote a title and preface and told him, "Weilong, your parents have neither education nor money, so you have to write the rest of the story yourself."

Zhang Weilong originally thought that everyone wanted to write their own stories like him. It was not until later that he learned that some parents had left their children a copy of the masterpiece "A Dream of Red Mansions" that was about to be completed.

They don't even need to be at the same level as Gao E. As long as the dog's tail continues to work, even if they have to hand in blank papers for the next life and the next life, it will be enough.

He was still an ignorant baby when he took over this blank novel, but after more than thirty years of writing, his writing skills have not improved at all.

I have graduated from three universities, I don’t have a car, and I certainly haven’t been in a relationship. My only property is a two-story self-built house in a remote rural area.

A celebrity said that genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. Some people say that actually the 1% inspiration is greater than 99% perspiration, but in fact, hard work is already an invincible talent.

Genius is 100% genius. Normal people want to spend three days fishing and two days drying nets.

After graduating from college, he thought about going to Beidiao, but he wanted to stay far away from that small village.

But Zhang Weilong found that when he was in the countryside, everyone gathered around him, a college student, and no one paid attention to him after he came to the capital.

Basic life must be maintained by tedious and boring work. Zhang Weilong has such low self-esteem that he can't even look directly at the shining white faces of those beautiful women.

A few years ago, his only interest was to open Shuidichou to see those people who were still struggling in suffering. Of course, he had no intention of donating money, but just clicked on those cruel and desperate pictures over and over again.

Zhang Weilong knew that he would go to hell if he thought like this, but seeing those people who could only exhale once in a while in the ventilator, he felt that his life was just a little dull.

He is in poor health, his parents are still alive, and the salary he earns from work every day allows him to order his favorite fried chicken value meal after get off work. Isn't it a pity to end it so hastily?

Zhang Weilong stared at the green light and raised his square-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The crowd started walking towards the magnificent stadium in the distance.

"Xiaojing, Qingpingle will win, right?"

"We will win!" Zhou Jing said with a smile, "Lele, look, the bird's nest is really big and beautiful!"

"Yes, the bird's nest is really beautiful." Zhang Weilong murmured.

The intertwined silver steel is filled with orange light, and the final curtain will be staged vigorously in the vast night and under the gaze of hundreds of millions of people.

Beautiful woman in denim skirt is talking to her friend next to her. Her friends were holding "Qing Ping Le" tokens of support, like Lu Zhiyu's fans.

Zhang Weilong accidentally glanced at the lock screen of the woman's mobile phone. It was a handsome young man wearing headphones at the game.

Of course Zhang Weilong knows who this man is, but he is not today's protagonist.

Zhang Weilong took out a neat ticket from the somewhat shabby canvas bag. This ticket was lucky enough to be drawn by him by retweeting the main post of Up. He thought that all his luck in the first half of his life had been spent here.

Zhang Weilong remembers that it was an extremely ordinary evening. He was sitting on the bus back to the youth hostel, brushing his chips as usual. He casually opened a post. The mother of that family had cancer, but this was too common in Shuidiqiao. However, her child had a very special name, so even if the boy's appearance was ordinary, Zhang Weilong would still remember it. his face.

I heard from my mother that in recent years, the country has built a new cement road in rural revitalization, and my hometown has been developing better and better.

The yellow dog died after he left his hometown. The children in his hometown should have street lights when they return home.

Compared with Zhang Wei, the name Zhang Weilong is simply a domineering and cunning dragon among men.

Zhang Weilong's previous short video showed him joining Qingpingle, and he curled his lips and said that this guy must be too ordinary to be so ordinary, but today he will wear the red flag and win glory for the country, Zhang Weilong is happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

In the past seven or eight years, Zhang Weilong had saved 100,000 yuan through frugality and was planning to return to his hometown to open an ordinary fried chicken restaurant.

But even though he was living like a zombie in this bustling city, Zhang Weilong still couldn't muster the courage to give up.

After entering the ticket gate, he turned around and glanced at the long queue.

"If you really win the last game, I also want to be the protagonist in my life." Zhang Weilong said softly.

Although I can’t shine as brightly as you, I can at least be a running, clean yellow dog on that cement road.