But just as he was walking, he heard the sound of a rapidly humming engine.

The engine sound was different from other normal engine sounds, the tempo was fast and the pitch was low.

Like a beast in the jungle.

Then, before he could lift his leg, the beast he heard roared out like a shadow............

He froze where he was, watching the pale yellow sports car fly away before his eyes.

The open-top high-end sedan spit out a lot of exhaust fumes, and after seeing that everyone was gone, they rushed to run.

Perhaps, for those who are rich, it doesn't matter if they get two tickets............

Soon, the green light turned into a yellow light.

The private cars, the taxis, the buses followed the sports car, and once again made the city flow.

Doodoo Doodoo————————

In the face of the deafening car horn, the man had to step back step by step.

The man at the front of the crowd once again took a deep breath of the city's fresh exhaust, he looked a little listless.

But soon, that bitter gourd face turned into a smile again.

He smiled cleanly and made people look comfortable.

The corners of his mouth were just right to the sides, revealing neat white teeth and a pair of dimples.

Although the eyelids fell, they did not let the eyes squint into a slit, and while they could still be seen clearly, they also squeezed out a crow's feet-like fold at the corner of the eye.

Gradually, the smile faded away.

A sense of confusion and sorrow swirled in his eyes.

drop, the red light in front of you turned into a green light.

In the next moment, the smile on the man's face had disappeared without a trace, and in its place, the frowning low brow had squeezed a slit out of his face..................

He quickly walked forward, not forgetting to look down at his watch.

The smile just now was as if he was practicing............

........................ Crossing the zebra crossing, the man finally blended in from one crowd to another.

He looked up again, at the building he had just been looking at.

Grunt and swallowed, he squeezed out that clean smile again.

Bow your head, lift your toes, and carry a black briefcase.

He pushed open the transparent glass door and stepped inside————————

The man sat at the outermost end of the three rows of chairs, yes, because he was the only one sitting here.

Overhead, there is a light switch, a dusty wooden floor, and a few oil paintings hanging on the dull walls.

The room looked gray, and the pale blue suit he wore looked out of place.

Soon, the man put the briefcase at his side at his feet, and it was in the right position, and the board was upright and well-behaved.

He sat there, his hands crossed over his lap, rubbing his fingers together, and staring nervously at the door in front of him.

And then, as he expected.

The door he was looking at opened, and out came a woman who looked to be over fifty years old, still a little bloated.

The man smiled shyly, but the woman didn't look at him at all, but walked straight towards the desk in front of her.

Soon, he pulled out a tissue and blew his nose.

Ahem.

The man smiled and cleared his throat until this point————

The old woman held the tissue in both hands, raised her eyes slightly, and looked at him with a suspicious expression.

He quickly explained to her, "Now

It was half past nine in the morning, and I made an appointment at nine o'clock in the morning......"

With a click, the old woman casually threw the snot paper into the trash can next to her desk.

He nodded to the man.

"Mr. Wang knows you're here. ”

The man smiled and nodded, as he did, while the fingers crossed on his knees kept rubbing together as if there was nowhere to put them.

He looked up at his watch, and quickly lowered his head, and the previous sorrow and gloom resurfaced in his eyes.

And when he looked ahead, he looked up again..................

The hour and hand hands on the watch have changed their position dramatically, becoming half past eleven.

Boom la ——————

At this moment, a voice caught his attention, and he looked sideways............

The old woman took out a paper bag from a drawer and pulled out a bottle of jam, a bag of bread, and an apple.

Looking at her appearance, she probably planned to eat lunch like this.

The man who had been waiting for three hours was a little anxious, but he looked calm.

He spoke again from the silence very politely: "I'm sorry, can you call Mr. Wang for me and tell him that I'm still waiting?"

Unexpectedly, the old woman rolled his eyes at him and said coldly, "He's having lunch." ”

This time, men can't just forget it.

"And when will he be back?"

The old woman shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

Man, smiling and nodding..................

If you don't know, there's no way.

Turning his head straight ahead again, he remained seated with his hands on his lap.

Wait, patience and waiting are the best litmus tests.

Thankfully, this man is good at waiting.

When he was in school, he was very good at waiting and patient............

In his spare time, the man who looked ahead began to think about his life.

Thoughts and memories are like quicksand in a floodlit river, skimming over a smooth rock plate.

In the river of memories, some things have been worn out, some things have been polished, some things have become smooth, and some things are like the water that has been spilled out, and they can no longer be found.

He has two parents who have disowned him.

Relying entirely on his own hard work and diligence, this man successfully relied on a scholarship to graduate in college.

He is an economics graduate from a well-known university in 985.

He is here today repeating his work day after day.

Recalling that at the beginning, this man had a lot of friends when he was a student, he was cheerful and approachable, and he was a popular presence in junior high school and even college.

But now I am not treated like this............

Perhaps, the sunshine of the past will always be worn out by today's reality, he thought.

Sitting in the dimly lit room, listening to the old woman's incessant chewing.

The man was still reminiscing about the past years, staring intently at the sight of Gou in front of him.

This man is too obsessed with the past, rarely lives in the present, and has little future to speak of.

This man ..................

This man sat quietly in the corner of a dimly lit room.

His name is Li Huo.

.................. It's boring and quiet.

Li Huo continued the theater in his mind, trying to find something to do, to have some fun, and to kill time in this long and boring wait.

He recalls a classmate who played fairly well in high school.

Listen to others

, the classmate who graduated early has already earned tens of thousands of dollars a month......

Immediately afterwards, a huge sense of disparity and loss swept towards him.

No, I can't keep thinking about it.

If you compare yourself to others, you will always be the one who started the comparison.

I don't want to, I can't think about other people's things anymore.

Whether others are or not, it has nothing to do with them.

Li Huo's eyes widened again, he raised his head, looked ahead, and began to read the words on the wall word by word.

In the dimly lit room, three rows of Song handwriting were lined up on the gray walls.

It is written——————

Work it, like you're never in it for money.

Go and love like you've never been hurt emotionally.

Dance, it's like no one is looking at you.

Isn't it for money...... and who else is going to work?

To love? In such a fast-paced and hectic daily life, thousands of people pass by every day, what do you love? Who will stop for you?

Dance......?

Li Huo lowered his head, he knew that he liked to dance, but ...... It's been a long time since I've practiced it.

Since graduating, he has been busy working every day and just wants to lie in bed and play the corpse when he comes home from work, and he has no extra energy for him to engage in any hobbies or interpersonal interactions.

No, you can't think about these negative things. Be sunny and positive............

Soon, Li Huo once again jumped out of this ethereal dim thought, his throat hungry for the next thing that would distract him.

However, even if he wanted to adjust his mind, there was nothing else for him to observe in this dimly lit little room.

So............ In less than a moment, his eyes were fixed on the watch hanging beside him.

One second, and another second.

Li Huo stared intently at the watch, watching the second hand click and move, and after walking sixty times, he saw the minute hand click forward one notch.

The black-and-white and digital patterns were deeply engraved into his eyes.

He just sat there, motionless.

Let your eyes follow the pointers, your heartbeat, and your voice.

Click, click............

The eyes that reflect the entire dial gradually show fatigue, followed by a hint of horror.

Li Huo sat here quietly, and he could feel that his life was passing with the click-and-click pointers......

I am quietly moving towards death.

And, most likely, pointless.

Click, click, click.

Every crisp sound from the second hand sounded like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.

The spinning minute hand is like a scythe that is slowly falling, swinging towards his neck.

The hour hand was short and thick, like a steel nail that would stick into one's heart, nailing one's coffin firmly.

Is it slow?

It's slow.

When a person can feel like they are dying in seconds.

Then his time will be painful and long.

Time is life, and time is money.

It is the limited property of each person, and it is also the material that makes up life.

At this moment, Li Huo can only watch his property and life disappear continuously——————