乱范儿少年操蛋年谱

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When I was on my way home tonight, I saw a guy burning tartarean cash for maybe his relative. He seemed like a worker from rural areas, so I was wondering if his relative could get the cash.

It reminded me the waiters of my club. Most of them were peasants. They come from different remote villages and get this job in Sanlitun. I've heard a lot of times that they called the club "our home" and the colleagues "our family". Nobody taught them to do that. When I was called "brother" for the first time, I thought it was because I'm a white collar. Now I realized that they talk that way because they had no real brother in this city. Everybody needs to be a member of something and being a employee of a club is not enough.

Having a family in where you live is great.

When I was passing through a bridge at Guomao, I wanted to piss so I went under the bridge. There were some homeless people sleeping there, one of them didn't even have a quilt. It made me sad, but I didn't do anything. I was thinking about "if they rob me" and "I just have 30 yuan in my pocket and it's almost nothing". This thinking made me even sadder.

One of Shisuiren's most touching cartoon said "What have you done for your sadness?". I failed to do anything. As a normal man who get white collar parents and an average salary, I'm alway in better situation than someone else's. But what I can do is just sigh. It's really sick.