王胖子缩着手，搓了半天才暖和过来，往旁边一躲，讪讪笑道：“张姐，您轻点儿，我这刚从山上‘采风’回来，身子骨还虚着呢。” 张姐笑够了，拍拍手上的灰尘，递给他一杯热茶：“虚个鸡毛啊，我看你是被那姓林的给欺负怕了，连边都不敢碰了。行了行了，赶紧喝口水，这是刚熬好的参汤，补充体力。” 王胖子接过茶杯，暖洋洋的茶水顺喉咙滑下去，浑身舒服了不少。他吸了吸鼻子，压低声音道：“林子大了什么鸟都有，那小子几天前还跟我兄弟相称，这会儿倒好，跟街上卖菜的大妈抢东西。” 张姐呷了口茶，没急着说话，只是眼神往窗外瞟了瞟，好像在琢磨什么。过了一会儿才道：“你管那么多干嘛，各人过各人的，你想不明白的事情，别人照样想不明白。” 王胖子挠挠头：“可……可他是我看着长大的，总觉得憋屈。” “憋屈？”张姐嘴角一挑，“这世道，谁不是憋着一肚子气往上爬？你不憋，别人憋。憋对了，你就成了英雄；憋错了……”她摇摇头，没再说下去。 王胖子 dissected the words, a thought emerging in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the window, his eyes distant. In the distance, the bustling city life was still resonating, full of changes and opportunities, as always. The next morning, after the sun rose, the air was filled with a crisp coolness, as if everything had been washed by the night dew.王胖子 got out of bed early, not sleepy at all. He looked at the grades on the computer screen, his expression complicated.