Wangzai, tell me about the bag.

I am a can of Wangzai milk, standing on the pillar of the stone bridge guardrail. I still have half a bottle of milk in my stomach and a straw in my head. I'm such a mess.

Everyone passing by looked at me with strange eyes. There is a silly bird in the tree next to me. It has been staring at me for a long time. I think it will kick me off the bridge.

I think my life is over.

I still remember that when I first opened my eyes, I found myself in a container surrounded by a group of red cans of milk with strange and strange smiling faces on my face.

I guess they dress like this to express some humor. I wanted to get to know them on this topic, but when I knew that I looked exactly like them, I chose silence.

I am no different from others. This is the first truth I understand.

Later, we were moved to the shelves in order and met an elder. We don't call him Senior because he looks older than us. He looks like us.

But why?

Not only did he get on the shelves before us.

He pointed to the dust on his body and held his head high proudly. Yes, that's a symbol of sophistication! He lived longer and had more experience than us. "I have eaten all the bitterness you want, and I can build you a straight road." We looked at each other and no one objected.

So I know the second truth-listen to your predecessors.

This elder really lived up to his reputation and explained our past lives clearly. From leaving the factory, packaging, selling, getting drunk, to being thrown into the trash can and being recycled, it sounds really boring and frustrating. Just when I thought I understood another truth, he suddenly said, "If you want to live a good life, you must plan well." How to plan? He walked along the path.

First of all, from the beginning of factory production, we should pay attention to maintaining ourselves and never knock. If you make a big dent, who will buy you?

Secondly, we should show our best manners. Only in this way can we attract the attention of consumers. For example, the color should be bright, try to stand at the front of the shelf and show a smiling face. Although this smile is weird enough, I decided to listen to the advice of my elders, keep my eyes open and my mouth open.

"You pay attention to! Consumers often decide who to buy within 1 second, so you should always be in good condition and don't miss any chance of being sold in a second! " It sounds stressful, but it's a reality-thousands of Wang Zi milk! How can you compete?

Even if the purchase is successful, our competition is not over. If it can be recycled correctly, our bodies will be reshaped and made into new Wangzai milk. In this way, a part of us can be passed down forever. "Inheritance is the meaning of our life." The elder said. Everyone is so excited that they can't help admiring.

"If there has been no one to buy? What if you don't throw it into the recycling bin? " A wangzai little milk asked a question. The elder sighed and said, "Then such a milkman is a failure!" " "

Wangzai Milk was in an uproar.

"Remember, in this life, what kind of things to do at what stage, otherwise, one step wrong, one step backward, and finally lose the game!"

I started my struggle, milkman.

On the first day, no one bought Wangzai milk. The next day, a child grabbed my brother without lifting his eyelids. On the third day, a girl stood in front of us and stared for a long time. I felt my eyes explode and my mouth cracked with laughter. But she stared for a while, took nothing and walked away. On the fourth day, an old aunt appeared. This is probably another guest who is about to leave. Which old aunt likes to drink Wangzai milk? However, she arrested me without any warning. Just like winning the lottery. I was listless and suddenly awake.

"Oh my god, I sold it and finally completed the task at this stage! The perfect milkman finally ushered in an important step! " Just when I was happy, she put me back on the shelf. Although it was put back in its original position, the direction was reversed. Now my face is facing the inside of the dark shelf, and my red bottom ass with black words is facing the outside. I froze. In a few seconds, fortunately, I fell into the abyss in an instant. The elder next to me looked at me and shook his head: "Hey, you are a raw milk."

Watching several brothers who were on the shelves together get bought. I even bought a dozen cans once, and even my predecessor was taken away, but he refused to buy it for me. It pains me to see everyone complete their merits and then look at their own situation. While I was mourning, a couple walked to the shelf in Wang Zi, talking and laughing. They didn't stop, picked me up and walked to the cashier. This time, I was relieved until I was taken out of the supermarket.

In this way, I was sold. It was supposed to be an exciting moment, but now it feels boring. I don't know if I can sell it. It may have nothing to do with my dress, expression and posture. Perhaps, this is a pure probability problem.

I've been waiting for that girl to finish drinking me. Lovers get together like sparrows and chatter endlessly. Several times, the straw has been put on my mouth, and the girl put me down again, with her mouth open and closed. The young man next to me was fascinated, and only I knew how much the girl could spit when she spoke. It doesn't matter, as long as you throw me into the recyclable trash can after drinking, it's not a waste of my milk.

Unexpectedly, these two guys, getting closer and closer, walked hand in hand to the bridge, saw no one around, and even picked up the kiss. At this time, how can the girl remember that I bought sweet and gentle Wangzai milk with RMB? I'm just a red light bulb with nowhere to put it. How can you hold a light bulb when kissing? So, the girl put me on the railing of the stone bridge.

So, I became who I am now.

The surface of this stone pillar is not polished, but for the weight of half a bottle of milk, I would fall into the sea. The breeze blew across the lake to me, and the restless straw swayed from side to side on my head. That silly bird is still barking at me on the branch.

This is terrible.

I closed my eyes and began to reflect: "The milkman failed so much, which step was wrong." I thought hard and finally realized the truth; I was put on the bridge because the couple who bought me were absent-minded; I was bought by an absent-minded couple because I was facing the shelf upside down; My position is wrong because my old aunt asked me to put it at will; And the old aunt decided not to buy it for me because my smile was not bright enough.

After all, it is because I didn't work hard enough that I came to born this way. My ending will probably be taken away by that stupid bird in the tree, or I will fall into the water and sink to the bottom of the river forever. Water under the bridge.

"Hello, I'm a milkman. What do you want?" I sighed and had to face the final tragic fate.

Just then, a tramp came and caught me. The silly bird was scared away. He took out the straw, shook my can, looked inside again, tasted it, and then gulped it down. The tramp rolled his mouth and walked to the trash can.

"By the way, by the way! Throw me in the recyclable trash can! " I prayed in my heart. Unexpectedly, the tramp stuffed me into his pocket and reached for the trash can.

Obviously, I have never caught up with the progress of my life. In that case, I won't make Wangzai milk. Why can I only be Wangzai Milk?

The tramp gave me a new name, Wangzai jar. He took me all over the street and saw recyclable trash cans everywhere. We can go through the garbage once in a while, brother. Following him, I can not only milk, but also water and wine. I saw good and sinister people; I heard sad and happy things. One day, what I liked best was the moment when he was holding a drink, watching the sunset, the lake, the bridge and the willow trees set each other off into a picture, and listening to his rambling.

Over time, I also got the smell of wandering. I often think, what's the difference between sinking at the bottom of the lake, drifting into the sea, being taken away by silly birds, being thrown on the unremarkable street, standing on a stone pillar, or being recycled and made?

There is no difference, the difference is only in perception. My feelings are all I have. There is no need for the original rules, and there is no need for hard-earned results.

I don't have to race against time to catch up with the milking process, which makes me feel extremely comfortable. I don't seem worried about what will happen next.

One afternoon, the tramp lost his head and fell asleep, but he pressed me down. When he woke up, I almost collapsed into a two-dimensional figure. I guess the smile on the can should be ferocious. He looked at me left and right, trying to pull me back to my original shape, but to no avail. I was carried back to my pocket by him, and he found another jar to hold water. For three days, he always took me out and then stuffed me back. But in the end, he threw me into the recyclable trash can.

Everything is unexpected and expected.

"Is this your story?"

"That's right."

"I didn't expect you to be such a prosperous milk."

"I am not Wangzai Milk."

"There is a picture of Wangzai's milk printed on your can."

On the way to the furnace, my little brother Wang Zi kept talking. I don't think he will shut up until he is thrown into the cauldron.

"You have a rough life."

"It's not a waste of money."

"Oh, tell me about you. You have been tossing all your life, just like us. "

"Oh, tell me about you. You have been planning your life, just like me. "

The younger brother Xiaowangzai curled his mouth and said, "You are really a strange Wang Zi milk."

"Hey ... I told you, I'm not Wangzainai."