A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

A company in Shenzhen.

As a network engineering technician, Yao Siyuan returned to his workstation early in the morning, exhausted, after working through the night to maintain the network.

After gulping down the long-cold tea, he looked at the computer, which had now restored internet access, and unconsciously blinked, squeezing out two tears.

It wasn't because I was sad or upset, but simply because I wasn't used to the screen's lighting.

Even if the computer desktop is a beautiful picture of a snow-capped mountain.

That photo was taken when he went to the snow-capped mountains of Yunnan after graduating two years ago.

Yao Siyuan is 24 years old and has been working at this company for two years.

As one of the few network maintenance personnel in the company, his daily work is always very busy, spending his days with computers and server rooms, and his days are monotonous and boring.

And he always works overtime and stays up late. Although the overtime pay is quite good, Yao Siyuan himself doesn't know whether he feels dead or numb right now.

Anyway, he feels nauseous whenever he looks at the company's computer desktop.

He checked the time, propped himself up on the table, felt slightly dizzy, and clocked out.

While waiting for the elevator, he lazily yawned. When the elevator arrived at his floor, he saw several colleagues walking out, chatting and laughing. Seeing Yao Siyuan's bloodshot eyes, one of them paused for a moment, then asked:

"Stayed up all night again?"

"Yeah, your network was down yesterday afternoon, right? I just fixed it."

He waved to his colleagues and walked directly into the elevator.

Increasingly distressed.

As he leaned his head against the elevator wall and looked at his own bloodshot eyes, he felt inexplicably even more depressed.

If I had known... I wouldn't have studied computer science.

Wouldn't it be better to learn something else than this?

He thought about it, feeling desperate, and yawned again, exhausted.

Soon, the elevator arrived at the first floor.

After leaving the office building, he habitually prepared some change in advance as he walked towards the bus stop.

But as soon as I took out my wallet, I suddenly realized that I had no change in my bag.

So they had no choice but to turn around and go into the convenience store.

He wasn't thirsty or hungry, just very sleepy. He came here just to get some change.

In addition, his breath didn't smell very good, so Yao Siyuan thought he should just buy some chewing gum.

He took a Wrigley's Spearmint gum, handed over ten dollars, and while waiting for the shopkeeper to give him his change, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the newspaper in front of the shopkeeper out of the corner of his eye.

The above content is an exclusive interview with 50 million lottery winners titled "The world is so big, I want to see it."

Yao Siyuan was taken aback.

He doesn't understand lotteries.

He rarely reads newspapers.

But for some reason, looking at the headline in the newspaper, "The world is so big, I want to go see it," I felt something inside me being "stabbed."

That was the sound of the few remaining leaves falling from the withered tree that was once called "Dream".

"It's all so strange," he said.

"Give me another newspaper."

"Choose one over there yourself."

"...Boss, what are you looking at?"

"What I read? The Southern Metropolis Daily."

"Then I'll take the Southern Metropolis Daily."

"Hmm, one yuan..."

A moment later, Yao Siyuan tucked the water into his armpit, quickly flipped through the newspaper in front of him, and soon found the headline he had just seen.

He just stood there at the entrance of the convenience store and started looking around.

I have no interest in lotteries.

This lucky person is indeed lucky, but he can't say whether he's envious or not.

However, when he saw the lucky winner talking about his plans during the interview, from "travel" to "dreams"... these familiar yet unfamiliar words somehow made him feel a little excited.

Even the fatigue has faded away.

He read through it line by line, and soon the interview came to an end.

I also saw the last paragraph:

"But no matter what, we still wish him well. From now on, his life will not only be about the present hardships, but also about poetry and distant fields."

The moment he saw that sentence, it felt as if a giant hammer had struck him hard in the chest with an unreasonable swing!

"..."

He was silent, speechless.

For some reason, the newspaper pages were shaking slightly.

The newspaper trembled for a long time before it calmed down.

"call……"

Yao Siyuan didn't continue reading the other gossip news. Instead, he rolled up the newspaper and walked towards the bus stop.

Get on the bus, buy a ticket, get off the bus.

There were no seats available, so he stood all the way home.

That's right, he's a local from Shenzhen.

They own a house, both parents are alive, and there's even a high-end Dell computer and HP printer in the bedroom.

However, no one is home right now; Mom and Dad must have gone for a walk or gone grocery shopping.

He returned to his bedroom and sat down at his computer.

Turn on the computer.

Dial-up internet access.

But he remained motionless.

Like that bus that stops along the way, and like that crazy thought in my head right now that I don't know how to express.

Just then, he heard the door open.

And a call:

"Xiao Yuan?"

"Hey, Mom."

Yao Siyuan snapped out of his daze, got up, and went to the living room, where he saw his mother carrying a bag of groceries.

His mother also saw her son with bloodshot eyes.

After staying up all night, my son's hair was a bit greasy, his eyes were red, and he looked very tired.

Feeling sorry for her, she quickly asked:

"Have you eaten? Stayed up all night again?"

"Yeah, I just got back."

"Are you tired?"

"……Um."

Yao Siyuan nodded, and then heard his mother say:

"Then go to sleep quickly. If you really can't, take a day off and get some rest. You've lost so much weight lately..."

A mother's care and concern are truly real.

Having sensed this emotion, the absurd thought in his mind finally found an outlet, and he blurted out:

"Mom, I want to quit my job. I don't want to do this anymore."

moment.

For some reason, Yao Siyuan felt relaxed all over and sat down in front of the computer.

At this moment, he felt no fatigue, only an indescribable sense of ease and joy, as if all his burdens had been lifted.

He thought for a moment, opened a Word document, and with the clatter of the keyboard, the words "Resignation Application" appeared at the beginning of the document.

Next, it's time to write the reasons for resigning.

Yao Siyuan thought for a moment, and then, accompanied by a series of clicks, a line of text appeared on the screen:

[Reason for resignation: The world is so big, I want to see it.] ---- Employee: Yao Siyuan

After finishing writing, a smile inexplicably appeared on his lips.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of excitement swept over me.

The more he read the sentence, the more he liked it, so he opened a webpage and clicked on Tianya Forum, which he frequented most.

The user with the internal UID number 00010, the tenth registered user on Tianya, and the moderator of the 【Tianya Miscellaneous Talk】 section, 【YUAN417】, logged into the forum and then posted a topic at 10:37.

[Resignation Letter: The world is so big, I want to see it]

Contents:

"Fellow forum members, I've resigned!"

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm resigning from my position as a moderator, but rather that I've decided to quit my job in real life.

I've already written my resignation letter, and for my reason for resigning, I just wrote this sentence: The world is so big, I want to go see it.

I think... life is not just about the present hardships, but also about poetry and distant fields.

Now, I'm going to pursue my own poetry and distant horizons.

Please bless me!