Black, downright black.

It's not just about the sky tonight, but also about the bad luck on her and the bad luck that happened all day.

In the afternoon, I don't know when I got up, I was so sleepy, I lay down on the table for a while, and I still looked at my phone occasionally, otherwise I would oversleep as time passed.

But before I knew it, my mind was filled with anxiety. It's good to rest on your stomach, but I'm always nervous, I can't sleep, I always feel that the time has passed all of a sudden, and then I press the phone on, and look at the time on the screen, and the time has only passed 5 minutes.

Time flies very slowly, so slow that Zhao Yihuan looks left and right, the time still has not changed, occasionally within a minute, you can look at the phone three or four times.

Zhao Yihuan saw the time, closed her eyes and continued to sleep, she slept very unsteadily, lying on her stomach for a long time, and her waist was a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Yihuan, who has a very good sense of time, said that he would sleep until 4 o'clock, and he would sleep until 4 o'clock.

For a long half an hour, Zhao Yihuan didn't know how many times he woke up and how many times he looked at his mobile phone.

The phone screen exploded, but the numbers above were still clear, and the time had not yet come. She closed her eyes again and continued to sleep, and then she did fall asleep, and did not open them until the sun was very reluctant to set.

The whole afternoon was spent sleeping, what a waste. This kind of thing that does not love life can be done less and as little as possible.

From the moment she woke up, the story turned again, and the scene brought by the sunset made people warm and warm.

At that time, I knew that time passed, and there was no one for anyone.

However, even if Zhao Yihuan slept a lot in the afternoon, Zhang Yihang should wake himself up before leaving.

I usually have to work overtime, today is good, as soon as I woke up, Zhang Yihang finished the work, and even before he went to sleep, he also did a good job of the document that he held to death.

Before I could say a word to him, he left.

What is infuriating is that before he left, he didn't wake me up, it seems that he has lost his temper. If I don't wake up, does he want me to spend the night in his office, and the next day no one will grab the elevator with him?

Seriously, this job may not be for you, but it's just a gamble.

But I want to prove my strength, in order to let him Zhang Yihang slap his face, he really owes it, and always says that I can't do it, and I also have strength.

In order not to be looked down upon by men, then make yourself strong.

To be strong, it's just the surface appearance, and the fragile side of the heart disdains to let those stinky men know.

No woman wants to be a woman and do everything herself, but where will there be those so-called long-term dependence, the most trustworthy is herself.

Those men keep saying that they love you and like you, but in the end they will only say that you can't do this and can't do that.

I don't need encouragement, but I just want you to look me in the face.

But only strength is the most valuable, my strength is completely overshadowed by his light, and I also want to hide my edge, but I have always lived in his shadow.

He was so good, so good that others stood beside him, and finally he was covered by his tall figure, and from then on others could only sink into the darkness, waiting for the salvation of the light.

Through the car window, Zhao Yihuan saw the prosperous and lively street market, pedestrians leisurely strolling the street, all kinds of people, walking, or looking back, or looking away, or affectionate, or reluctant.

People have all kinds of feelings, all because of affection.

"It's been a long time, and everything outside the window seems to be a little different from the beginning. "Maybe it's basically the same here, but the mood of the people who watch it has changed, they have become sensual, they have become impulsive, and maybe even the eyes of appreciation have become different.

When we came with someone, we would stop by a food hall and it was a good release after a hard day's work.

Of course, only the food can not be disappointed, open the belly and eat a big meal, because you don't have to pay money, so you can eat very comfortably.

I especially like spicy food. But he doesn't like spicy, so I often put him out of the way, and then put chili oil in his bowl, and occasionally some chili oil is very red, and he will just order another one.

He was very monkey-like, and pushed the bowl of very spicy noodles directly in front of me, saying, "It's good once, and it's too much to play again." ”

I smiled, the kind of snickering that pursed my lips. Occasionally look at his expression, but don't dare to look him in the eyes.

He said that no matter how you play, things that are harmful to your health are not to blame if you do less.

If Zhao Yihuan played a joke on him and secretly added a spoonful of chili oil to his bowl, he would definitely go to work with a sausage mouth the next day.

That time, I played too much, and Zhang Yihang was so spicy that it hurt my stomach. Because of his long-term irregular diet, he has stomach problems and cannot drink too much alcohol and eat spicy food.

She looked out the window, and his appearance appeared in front of her, incredible, Zhao Yihuan was thinking about him.

Well, maybe I'm thinking about him, or maybe I'm seeing him.

"Zhang Yihang. Zhao Yihuan coincidentally said his name, "Zhang Yihang".

Zhao Yihuan leaned his head against the railing, his head didn't know what he was thinking, and he looked at the reflection in the car window in a daze.

Still so much failure...... Zhao Yihuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

Looking at myself in the glass window, I was haggard, and I wanted to throw away myself at the moment, it was too bad.

The car slowed down suddenly, because she had been thinking about people or things for too long, and she suddenly hit her head against the glass window due to inertia.

The car had already arrived at the station, and Zhao Yihuan, who came back to his senses, got off the car in a hurry again, and the moment he got off the car, he accidentally tripped over the red bricks raised in front of him.

Today may be the worst day for Zhao Yihuan in the past few years.

The shining neon lights at night, like dazzling stars, always reveal a "expensive" atmosphere.

The reality is like sitting alone on an ice floe, disconnected from the surroundings.

Their joy is incompatible with themselves, the lively, noisy sounds, the rushing traffic, their smiles, everything, all indicate that they seem to be derailed from the world.

When I'm tired, I always feel like I can't keep up with them. In a hurry, it may just be a makeshift stop that appears just to miss it.