Mysterious mirror hanging high

"58...59...00!"

Jing Yu stared at the jumping numbers in the lower right corner of the computer. When the number changed to "17:00", he breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the computer at an extremely fast speed. He stuffed the water bottle on the desk into the side pocket of his black backpack, picked up the backpack and walked out of the office quickly.

he is off from get off work.

Just like countless other times before, he walked towards the bus stop with somewhat exhausted steps. Jing Yu, who had been sitting quietly in the office all day, was now like a giant leech, dragging his disgusting body towards his destination with his willpower.

Jing Yu was really tired at this time.

In theory, his job is actually quite easy. He goes to work on time at 8 o'clock in the morning and leaves work on time at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. He needs to work overtime occasionally, but most of the time he sits in the office staring at the computer motionlessly, and a boring day passes like this.

Compared with those high-pressure overtime employees who often work 996 or 007, or manual laborers who constantly sell their labor and run back and forth, Jing Yu obviously has no qualifications to complain about life. However, the physical and mental fatigue is not fake. Jing Yu often thinks that maybe he is really too lazy to even tolerate such work intensity.

Of course, such thoughts only lingered in Jing Yu's mind for a brief moment. When he saw the three thousand yuan deposited into his salary card every month, all the hypocrisy, affectation and awkwardness were relieved - Jing Yu's complaints about the intensity of his work instantly became justified, and the original self-judgment on the moral level disappeared.

Instead, there is a huge and inconsolable feeling of powerlessness towards ordinary life.

The man walked slowly to the bus stop. He turned on his phone and saw the time was 5:06. He then opened Gaode Map, where the real-time bus system indicated that the next bus would arrive at the stop in two minutes.

Perfect, everything is just right.

Jing Yu doesn't know how to drive, or to be more precise, he doesn't like driving.

He never drove a car again until he was thirty years old, after graduating from high school and getting his driver's license.

He believes that driving will complicate his life. When a person owns a car, the trivial matters of refueling, parking, and washing the car will follow. He even has to devote a large part of his energy to memorizing traffic rules that he could have ignored, not to mention that his current salary is not enough to support the daily consumption of a gasoline car.

It's almost like raising a child.

Of course Jing Yu doesn't like children either.

He never had any plans to get married and have children.

In his opinion, as long as a man from the lower class does not think about getting married and continuing the family line, he can almost avoid all the wrong choices in life.

There is no need to bear the burden of a mortgage, pay a betrothal gift, raise children, or accept humiliating value judgments and standards from parents-in-law or anyone else.

The price he paid was just a little bit of insignificant public pressure and the curses of others that he would be lonely and helpless in the future when he was old. This undoubtedly made him feel complacent as he was still young and strong.

What's more, he has a girlfriend.

Jing Yu's girlfriend is also an extremely ordinary human being. She is not as good as the women portrayed in various novels and comics, nor as bad as the women who appear in various social news.

She was not very frugal, but she was far from extravagant either.

She is not ugly, but she is definitely not good-looking.

This woman seems to be the greatest common denominator of all aspects of women in the entire society. It is difficult for anyone to find any unforgettable shining points in her, nor can they pick out any major flaws that are big enough to change the inherent perception.

But Jing Yu felt quite grateful to his girlfriend. After all, even after he had clearly expressed his intention to remain single for life, she was still able to become a couple with him. In this pre-modern, 18th-tier county town where unmarried women at the age of 30 would be criticized, it was a very courageous thing to do.

Of course they have their differences.

For example, unlike Jing Yu who likes to lie dormant at home during holidays, his girlfriend likes to talk about traveling tirelessly. She regards traveling as a pilgrimage-like way of salvation from reality. Whenever she is free from the trivial work, she always has some extravagant ideas of going out for a walk.

Although this idea is often difficult to implement due to various reasons such as time and money, it still means that the two people are not very compatible in some areas.

He always scoffs at the freedom that travel brings his girlfriend. In his view, the mediocrity of life is not reflected in the unchanging status quo, but even if you change your life, it is just another form of mediocrity. Perhaps those backpackers who travel around the world are just mechanically repeating the action of traveling - Jing Yu always speculates maliciously about the areas he has never set foot in.

But even though the two of them always had differences of one kind or another, Jing Yu never expected to have a soul mate who was 100% compatible with him - that was not something that someone like him, who earned 3,000 yuan a month, needed to consider.

At this time, the time came to 5:08, and the bus arrived at the station on time. Jing Yu got on the bus with his bag on his back and randomly picked a seat from the many vacant seats. After the bus passed five stops, he would get off at the door of the only large fitness center in the county.

It has to be said that fitness is actually a relatively niche hobby in the county town. Jing Yu doesn't have much interest in fitness itself. His weekly fitness activities are more to ensure that his body does not get too out of shape - and this is almost the only requirement his girlfriend has for him.

He had no doubt that if he became a middle-aged man with a big belly, his girlfriend would abandon him without hesitation. There was nothing wrong with that. After all, people had to have something in mind when dating him - except for the high-sounding reasons like "interesting soul".

Therefore, no matter how tired he is, he will still maintain the frequency of training three times a week - even though the fitness results are not satisfactory.

After all, Jing Yu is already thirty years old. He can clearly feel that the vigorous metabolic capacity and desires he had when he was twenty are gone forever. Even with his extremely disciplined diet and meticulously polished movements, a frustrating and stubborn circle of fat has grown around his waist and abdomen. Now all he can do is to prevent the situation from getting worse.

At 5:20, he arrived at the gym smoothly. There were not many customers in the county gym on Monday night. Several muscular men with crew cuts were scattered around some popular machines. They were the coaches of this gym.

They seemed to have seen Jing Yu as well, but they had almost no good face towards this stingy person who never bought classes. Jing Yu was happy with this. He walked straight to the bench press area, warmed up his lower body a little, and then lay on the fitness chair to get a feel for the 60-kilogram barbell.

Huh...it's quite relaxing, Jing Yu thought.

He then increased the weight of the barbell to 80 kilograms and completed a bench press smoothly.

It has to be said that Jing Yu is an ordinary person with low fitness talent. In the comment sections of various social networking sites, a bench press of 100 kilograms is almost the entry-level weight for every fitness enthusiast, but Jing Yu, who has been training intermittently for several years, has only achieved his best weight of 90 kilograms.

For some reason, he felt a little hot today.

Maybe he's about to break through? Jing Yu was eager to try.

Just give it a try!

After increasing the weight of the barbell to 100 kilograms, Jing Yu took a deep breath, clenched his grip on the barbell, and exerted all his strength...

drink!

It worked!

Before Jing Yu could feel happy, a feeling of weakness spread to his arms. He felt that his brain was slightly lacking in oxygen, and the dizziness came unexpectedly.

The next moment, he clearly felt an unbearable weight pressing down on his neck. The immense pain left him with almost no time to react.

Dying?

Jing Yu had imagined his own death more than once when he was extremely bored. It might be an exceptionally hot summer, and he, already extremely old, would stop breathing silently in a cramped rental house. In just a few days, his corpse would swell into a huge balloon, allowing this dry and wrinkled body to tighten for the last time, and then fly away with a bang.

Perhaps I will not sit and wait for death. Before my body becomes completely disabled, I will find a mountain top high enough and jump off, putting an impactful end to my unremarkable life.

There is also a great possibility that he is not fully prepared, and his life will be stretched before he is completely tired of such a life. He will lie on the hospital bed, listening to the doctor's death sentence in panic, and then looking at the medical record helplessly.

However, what is very dramatic now is that Jing Yu finally realized that an ending that made him feel surprised and subtle came so unexpectedly.

The mundane life that followed day after day like inertia came to an abrupt end.