boat crossing boundless

When Xie Zhou arrived in W City, the sky was covered with yellow sand, the sky was gray, and there was no blue to be seen.

He touched his heart, and there was a piece of gray cloth on the left side of the undershirt that could never be washed, and a pocket was sewn into it, which contained all of Xie Zhou's belongings.

The first thing he has to do is to find a job that includes food and lodging, at the side of his university, and take advantage of the few months before the start of school to earn some money to scrape together enough tuition fees.

Xie Zhou's college entrance examination can be said to have performed at a super level, but the score line is still only enough to get into some third-rate colleges and universities. He even counted before the exam. W City is sparsely populated and the consumption level is low. It is suitable for people like him to survive. The only fly in the ointment is that it will snow in winter, heavy snow, then he will have to consider buying a big padded jacket.

Xie Zhou was standing in a noodle restaurant. It was a ramen restaurant with two floors. The first floor was reserved for customers, and the first floor was for the owner to live in.

Before he came in, he looked at the recruitment list at the door, and recruited a handyman who could not only help in the kitchen, but also serve food, deliver noodles, and wash dishes at the end. It cost 600 a month, including two meals, but not housing.

Xie Zhou thought about it, and felt that the boss could talk about it, that the salary could be less, and the work could be done more, so that he could get a guarantee.

Xie Zhou was struggling to communicate with the proprietress. The proprietress was an out-and-out local, speaking a dialect with occasional words of Mandarin, Xie Zhou had a hard time listening.

After a long conversation that was almost like a chicken and a duck, the proprietress seemed to understand Xie Zhou's situation a little bit, sighed a few words in dialect, nodded, and dragged Xie Zhou up to the second floor.

There is a storage room at the end of the corridor, which is usually piled with sundries. The proprietress neatly tidied up a few wooden boards, kicked away some cardboard boxes, and left a space in the middle, just big enough for a grown man to sleep, nothing more space.

"You live here, you live here." The proprietress said with an accent, walked away for a while, and came back, hugging an old pillow, and spread it on the floor for Xie Zhou.

Xie Zhou thanked him one mouthful after another, packed his clothes and went to work quickly.

Xie Zhou can be said to have spent three years in the university in a cloud of fog. He chose computer science because he had only encountered it a few times in class before. It's omnipotent, if you learn it well, you may be able to see Shan Wuya again in the air.

Before he left, he secretly went to look for Shan Wuya, he hadn't given up at that time, thinking that it was just a note, it was normal to be ignored, maybe he should meet Shan Wuya face to face and thank him.

But Shan Wuya left, and went to a place that Xie Zhou didn't know and couldn't find. He only knew that others said that it was a good place.

Shan Wuya should go to a good place, Xie Zhou thought, all expectations are like a kite out of hand, flying away and disappearing.

Xie Zhou seriously overestimated his ability to master the other party's box. Learning this thing well is tantamount to fantasy for him, and the teachers at the school also taught it very rough. Hidden corners of the school sell old DVDs and shoddy adult magazines.

Running fast is one of the few advantages of Xie Zhou, and it is also his life-saving trick that he has not been caught once in three years. In a sense, he is worthy of the "practical learning" of these three years.

Xie Zhou had flipped through those gaudy magazines, but he couldn’t appreciate them, as well as other people in the dormitory would gather around to enjoy them with excited faces, but Xie Zhou had no interest, maybe life had worn away his manhood His "instinct", or perhaps he was born without it.

But Xie Zhou still vaguely remembered that he had ejaculated, and also vaguely remembered some dreams he had. In the dream, there was a person who couldn't see his face clearly, but was touching him very gently.

But after I went to college, I never had it again.

Xie Zhou stood at the corner of the street. City W was still the same as the day he came here. The sky was covered with a layer of dust and sand, not a little blue.

He felt that now he had become the gibberish that the teacher said, with no future, no direction, and chaos.

Xie Zhou frowned and pursed his lips, weakly resisting this long dream.

The author has something to say: I’m really writing more and more. It seems that I have to write a few more chapters. It will definitely be finished before June. There should be a side story, but it’s probably very fragmented