Alley

Chapter 1

Getting up early in the winter morning is always difficult.

At 06:30, the sky was still dark outside the window, and hot water vapor accumulated inside the glass window. Xiang Yu took the glasses from the bedside table, slid the alarm on his phone, sat up with the thick quilt in his arms, Passing the remote control at the head of the bed, I fumbled and pressed the button in the upper right corner. The movement was done in one go. The host of the morning news network happened to say: Good morning, today is November 2019, 11.

Xiang Yu lowered his head and leaned close to the quilt, the beautiful scenery in his dream still lingered in his cerebral cortex, and his ears were filled with all kinds of daily political news.

Five minutes later, he straightened his back, brushed the floor and lifted the heavy quilt, and pulled the cotton mop to get up to wash.

Everyday life is like this.

At [-]:[-], Xiang Yu is fully dressed, with a white shirt, a sweetheart-collar goose-yellow sweater, black trousers, the same dark gray cotton socks, and a gray wool coat. Xiang Yu is just like all immigrant white-collar workers in this city. Wearing professional attire to create a professional image is like installing a thick armor to cover the essence of the heart.

It is customary to turn off the TV before leaving the house. There is only an alley waiting to be demolished near the neighborhood where Xiang Yu lives. It is not close to the main road, and there is no sound of cars coming and going.

Just a little too quiet.

Going out and turning left, Xiang Yu got into a small alley, the sky had just started to get dark, and the corners of the alley could not be seen clearly, only the cramped and messy outline could be seen.

On both sides of the small alley are old houses in alleys waiting to be demolished, and the residents of the old houses have already moved out-they have become rich through demolition these years, and Xiang Yu, a foreigner, feels a little sour.

When he first came to this city, he saw thousands of rules in the reinforced concrete forest.Rules can be set around and built high and far, and he has gradually learned that others put on an indifferent face, not looking at or listening to things that have nothing to do with him.

向宇刚刚到这座城两个月，已经有一套自己的日常流程：06:30起床、六点45出门、七点55到公司打卡、五点下班、六点十分到家、做完晚饭边吃边看七点的新闻联播、八点洗碗洗澡、九点上床、10:30入睡。

It's like a pair of well-ground gears being pushed forward by the pointer of time.

Until two days ago, he discovered that the alley was blocked by construction prohibition signs, and the demolition project had not yet officially started.Xiang Yu's sense of geographical orientation has always been very good. The alley is parallel to the way he usually goes to and from get off work to the subway. It is an intersection earlier from his home. Walking along the alley every day saves him 5 minutes for commuting and commuting.

He moved the precious 5 minutes in the morning to after waking up. I don’t know where I heard that you can’t get up directly after waking up, you have to wake up.Xiang Yu is 25 years old this year, and he often clicks on the health-preserving articles in Moments to observe and study.

The alleys are very narrow, and two people walking at the same time need to pass each other.The sky in the alley is divided into thousands of independent small spaces by the tangled black wires, and the sky is always dark and unclear.The old two-storey Shikumen buildings near the alleys are lined with rough and gray cement walls. They may be about to be demolished, or they may be blocked by signs prohibiting construction. Xiang Yu seldom meets others here.

The deserted alley is his little secret in this city of order, and it is his occasional deviant.

The distance of about 500 meters was covered in 5 minutes. Xiang Yu wrapped his down jacket tightly and suddenly felt a gust of cold wind.

It was another day of going step by step. After two months in this city, Xiang Yu had long since lost his original freshness, but he was unwilling to waste his life.

He came to this city desperately, wanting to create a corner of his own here.

He is like a "veteran cadre" man in the circle of friends, a stainless steel thermos cup soaked with the best-selling West Lake Longjing and Ningxia wolfberries on Taobao, sitting meticulously in front of the computer desk. The documents on the table are divided into two stacks, one stack Processed, a wad of unprocessed.The error rate of the documents he handled was almost zero, and his colleagues praised him for his rigor and accuracy.

"Xiang Yu, someone is looking for you."

The girl at the next-door station went downstairs to get a takeaway, and took out milk tea from the bag while explaining. The little girl in the office rushed up and chirped to claim her own milk tea.

Xiang Yu raised his head and tried to look towards the door from the crowd standing and studying milk tea, and vaguely saw a white shirt flashing by.

He is full of curiosity about the visitors, he does not have any relatives or friends in this city, and he has never mentioned his location to anyone.

After Xiang Yu entered the last line of receipt number in his hand, the colleagues around him had already dispersed. The colleague who just graduated next to him was holding milk tea in his left hand and poking his mobile phone in the right. The document on the computer was open in response to the occasional inspection by the leader.

When he got to the door, he didn't see anyone waiting.

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