I worked for a day today, and from morning to evening, I ate a boxed lunch when I got off work.

Some of you should know that I don't have a car and ride a motorcycle to and from work.

It rained halfway through the ride, I walked on a relatively remote road, the visibility on the road was too low, and I accidentally knocked people into the air, and I also flew when I was hiding from people, and the aluminum alloy frame was deformed.

Fortunately, that young man was tall and fine, and he didn't lie to me, and let me go after losing some money.

But my car has been wrecked, and my phone is out of battery after the transfer is finished.

There was nothing on the road, and my hands and legs hurt, and if I hadn't been wearing a helmet, I would have fallen to my death.

The mobile phone is out of battery, there is no store in front of the village and no store in the back, the car is broken, and it has been hanging in the P file, and it can't be started at all.

Then I pushed the cart home, from half-past six to nine.

There was no one to help me on the road, and I wanted to go into the village on the road to buy some water to drink, but those people didn't let me in because of the epidemic.

I kept walking in the rain, and the cars on the road were desperately splashing water on me, and the police at the intersection where there were usually police officers didn't know if it was because it was raining.

The down jacket is soaked, and it may not have been so embarrassing for a long, long time.

I've thought about a lot of things along the way.

I wonder why my book is so miserable, probably because of my own cooking

I think when I posted a new book, I asked for support in the group, but there were only so many people to support, a group of nearly 2,000 people

I also think of the person I was sorry for, she walked in the rain for me for a long time, this time we can be considered even

Of course, the saddest thing for me is that I feel so tired of living.

The feeling of calling the sky should not be, calling the earth ineffective, and not having the courage to fuck is really too desperate.

Anyone who has ever pushed a motorcycle knows how heavy it is, so I kept pushing it for two and a half hours, like the walking dead.

Life is really hard, but it's good to be alive.

The reason why it's so difficult is probably because of my own food.

I used to think that when I earned more money, I would go to the mountains to help those children, so that they could feel the kindness of the world and give them hope.

Now it seems that I can't even help myself.

The only consolation was that a brother on a motorcycle honked his horn behind me as I was about to get home.

I thought he was like the people who threw water on me, and I would make way for him when he honked his horn.

It turned out that he came over on purpose and asked me if I was out of gas, and he could give me half of it.

At that time, my heart was suddenly warm.

I hope that each of us can have a warm heart, maybe inadvertent kindness can bring hope to a very sad person.

This book won't be updated tonight, I'm really tired, physically and mentally.

The new book is set up to update automatically, so it should be more later.

Tomorrow I will go to the hospital for a check-up, and if there is nothing wrong with my body, I will try to start coding words, but I don't know if I can get into the state.

I'm tired