"Nobody cares about you, nobody."
In a small, dilapidated apartment, a black man with thinning hair stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, muttering to himself, he had a mediocre face, his life was like the face in the mirror, the mediocre could not be more mediocre.
Growing up, he seemed to be the one who was left out in the cold, without any shining points, and no one really remembered his name.
He worked hard every day and night, wandering in the bustling streets, but what he felt was boundless loneliness, no relatives, no friends, and even no spare time, although he walked with flesh and blood, but his heart had long been rotten, like a rotting corpse, exuding a fishy smell, his eyes were not even confused, leaving only numbness.
Human beings are still social animals, and they need warmth and comfort when they are in trouble and when they are hurt.
Few people have a strong enough heart to endure loneliness, to endure emptiness and loneliness, and because of this, this black man with an ordinary life, is exuding the stench of decay outward, completely lost in this cold steel jungle.
"Oh, what is this" The black man held his glasses with one hand, his empty eyes suddenly had some focus, he turned his head slightly, and saw a small cake on the table, and suddenly looked happy, "Max, someone remembers your birthday, this is great, and someone else will remember your birthday, who is he, who is your only friend, who is the only person in this world who remembers you, oh it turns out that the famous Spider-Man is Spider-Man" Max looked up along the cake and saw a simple little spider puppet, and suddenly grinned, and the figure like a carrion suddenly became vivid, as if life was full of color: "Spider-Man is you, do you remember me, how many people are in New York City, 5 million, 8 million, 10 million, you chose to save me, I knew that my life would not be so bleak, you chose me because there was a special reason, right?"
Max suddenly reached out and took off the Spider-Man puppet, pressed his throat, and changed his voice as much as possible: "Yes, Max, I am Spider-Man, I chose to save you because you are different, you are not a small person, your life will not go on like this, you have to do something earth-shattering with me" Max hung up the puppet again, grabbed his thinning hair with both hands, and looked shocked: "Yes Spider-Man, okay, I will help you, I fully support you, what should I do, I promise that I will only have you alone in my future life, I will take you as the center of my life, let us do a big business where do we start" "No, no, Max, today is your birthday, this is the beginning of your extraordinary life, the first task I give you is to eat the birthday cake I gave you" Max took off the spider puppet again, and pressed his throat to learn the tone of the little spider, "Eat it, happy birthday today is my own blessing for you, next year today, all the people in New York will send you blessings, you will be like me, become the center of attention, you will become a star, you will be needed by everyone, whenever people are in trouble, They will think of you in their heads, remembering Max that you are not a pathetic worm, that you are a useful person, and that all eyes will be on you."
Max hung up the Spider-Man puppet again, picked up the cake with a look of ecstasy, and muttered in small pieces: "Yes, Spider-Man, I know I won't be alone anymore, now I have a friend, you need me, you need me, you need me" It turns out that all this is self-directed and self-acted, if it is put on the film and television screen, it may be an interesting episode, but if it happens in real life, such a scene makes people feel extremely sad, an extremely ordinary little person, in a lonely and empty life, lonely through this life, turned into dust, and will not be remembered by anyone in the end, as if he has never appeared in this world.
He is so pitiful that he can only choose to deceive himself in this way, imagining himself as a person who has achieved something, a person who is in the limelight, or rather, a person who is needed.
Jingle bells Max, who was still inserting candles, suddenly heard the phone ringing, and he directed and acted in a storyline, obviously hypnotized by himself, and was in a good mood, so he picked up the phone: "Hello, I'm Mai" "The lights on the 23rd floor of the industrial area are not on, you can repair it."
On the other end of the phone, an indifferent voice came.
"But I'm on leave, and today is mine" "Doodoo" Max's words were not finished, only the busy tone of Doodoo was left on the other end of the phone, and the other party had already hung up the phone, not caring what Max wanted to say.
As in Max's life, no one ever really cared about him, cared about him, or even noticed him.
Max, who had originally deceived himself and performed a storyline, returned to normal with joy, his face was like ashes, his head hung down, and his palm was tightly holding the cheap mobile phone, after a few seconds, Max forgot all his emotions and chose to bow to life, put the mobile phone in his pocket, put on his coat, and staggered out of the small room, before closing the door, Max saw the candle that had been inserted in the cake but had not been lit through the crack in the door, Max's eyes dimmed, and he gently closed the door, Mechanically opened his legs.
Max walked in a daze, always colliding with various hurried figures along the way, Max just kept bowing his head and apologizing, enduring the loss and sadness in his heart, and finally came to Osben.
Max thought it was just a small problem, but indeed, it was really a small problem, and he quickly repaired the line, but was assigned another task by his colleagues who always teased and ridiculed him.
"I'm taking a day off today, it's my day off, you can't do that.
You can do such a small problem by yourself, why do you want to call me.
Max whispered, his life was like this, he never broke out, he never seemed to speak out loud, his extremely inferior personality made him a soft persimmon kneaded by everyone, and those vicious colleagues made fun of him every day, adding some spice to their equally humble lives, and it was frustrating that these pleasures were built on Max's pain.
"Oh, poor Max, everyone knows that you have the best skills, our supervisor personally asked you for help, don't you want to be needed, now is the good time" A colleague patted Max on the shoulder, and after hearing Max's unconfident and low-minded defense, his tone was even more excessive, "Go ahead, or don't blame us for joining forces to report you, you know, there are a lot of witnesses here." ” As he spoke, his colleague sat down laughing, took the poker in his hand, and joined the game again, and several colleagues sitting around the table laughed, waved their hands, and drove Max out like a dog.
"I" Max was trembling with anger, and after more than ten seconds, he chose the same option as in the past few decades, lowered his head, and left silently.
This hard-won rest day was spent in a busy way, and finally when it was time to get off work, Max picked up his worn-out briefcase, tried to return to his home, locked himself in the dilapidated little house, and directed and acted a wonderful story again to make himself feel comfortable.
However, when he was hurrying to catch the elevator, he saw his supervisor.
Max greeted politely and wanted to enter the elevator, but was pushed out by the supervisor: "The efficiency of your department is simply low, it's a shame, the problem raised by the bioengineering department in the afternoon has not been solved until now, you should be working, who allowed you to get off work, do you want to make the company suffer losses If you can't repair the line there tonight, don't think about getting off work" "But," Max pleaded in a low voice, but the elevator doors slowly closed.
A whole department, except for him at work, the rest of the people are enjoying the fun, of course, the heavy work is on himself, the character of bullying makes Max can only bear the bitter consequences by himself, he wants to explain, wants to stab all this, but poor him, the words still don't dare to say it.
Poor people, freedom is hateful.
"But today is my birthday, I should be on vacation, I asked for a holiday, and the company approved it" Max finally couldn't suppress his inner emotions the moment the elevator door closed, and spoke out, but the words that came out were very quiet, trembling, and whispering.
"Ding."
The elevator door suddenly opened again, and the supervisor and a kind of expressionless company employee entered.
Max's eyes lit up, and he seemed to see hope.
Before the elevator closed again, Max saw the director's mischievous smile and laughed, "Happy Birthday Surprise" As the voice fell, the elevator door closed tightly and slid downward.
Max stupidly looked at the electronic screen above the elevator door, and the floor kept flashing downward, just like Max's mood, constantly sinking into the trough.
He stood alone in front of the elevator door, lowered his head, and was silent for a long time, but he still chose to turn around and take a step, returned to his department, looked at the stacked papers on the table, and began to solve the problems of the huge enterprise one by one.
Everything was as usual, in the dead of night, only his lonely figure was working silently
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