This is probably Lin Xiaoyao's one hundred and tenth blind date failure. Lin Xiaoyao looked at the boy in front of him or the middle-aged man more precisely, the long and black nails, and the dandruff on his shoulders, and countless hypnots in his heart finally failed. Relatives and friends always advised Lin Xiaoyao not to be too picky, but Lin Xiaoyao no longer knew what pickiness was? Could it be that you can find someone who can see the eyes and be picky? Lin Xiaoyao stirred the coffee in front of him, numbly listening to the person opposite boasting about himself, looking at the white spit on the side of his mouth, Lin Xiaoyao's heart was filled with nausea again.

I don't know how long it took, I don't know how to end this date, Lin Xiaoyao walked out of the coffee shop, night had fallen, and a few neon lights reflected on the empty street, as empty as Lin Xiaoyao's heart. Lin Xiaoyao stopped on the side of the road, she felt as if her heart was missing a hole, a big, big hole, where a biting cold wind blew all year round, bottomless cold. Lin Xiaoyao slowly squatted down and began to breathe heavily, and after a long time, he felt that the coldness in his heart was diluted by the cold air he inhaled. She didn't want to move, as if all her strength was taken away by that breath, she squatted on the side of the road, took out her mobile phone, typed in a line of words "I'm old, but you are still in the future?", click send, and then began to aimlessly brush the circle of friends, watching everyone's liveliness, she remembered a lyric, loneliness is a person's carnival, carnival is the loneliness of a group of people. Lin Xiaoyao smiled a little sarcastically, yes, today is her own carnival, she took out her headphones and brought them to herself, turned on the most hilarious rock, stood up, looked up at the sky, squinted and smiled, and walked home with the deafening drumbeat.

She didn't want to settle, she was waiting for someone, she didn't know whether it was beautiful or ugly, but she knew that she could recognize that person as soon as she appeared, it was him, the person who covered her for half her life, so that she would not have no branches to rely on.

Lin Xiaoyao, 28 years old, is a legendary leftover girl. Lin Xiaoyao has been ordinary since he was a child, with an ordinary appearance, an ordinary figure, an ordinary IQ, an ordinary talent, and everything is ordinary, but he can coax people with a sweet mouth. Lin Xiaoyao lives in a small county town in the south of the motherland, and is an ordinary small civil servant in a state agency.

Lin Xiaoyao came home and rushed back to the room to wash her hair and take a shower, because she didn't know how to face her parents' inquiries, and she didn't know how to answer her parents' blind date. Whenever Lin Xiaoyao takes off her disguised face in the dead of night, it is when she is the most vulnerable, and certain memories will always emerge at the most fragile moments, which is the memory that Lin Xiaoyao is most reluctant to remember, but at this moment, those memories are tearing at her defensive fortress, tormenting her inch by inch, and the flesh and blood are blurred.

"Pain" Lin Xiaoyao groaned, although it was the middle of winter, she was already sweating profusely at this time. Lin Xiaoyao knew that the disease had recurred, and she didn't dare to scream, for fear that her parents outside the house would hear it. Over the years, because of her illness, her parents have been exhausted.

Lin Xiaoyao struggled to get up, gently locked the door, and came to the table. opened the drawer, turned out the cigarette case hidden in the innermost, took out a cigarette, lit it tremblingly, smoked a few puffs fiercely, smelled the familiar smell, the bone-eating pain, and slowly alleviated a little.

Lin Xiaoyao went to bed very late, and when he got up the next day, looking at the time on his mobile phone, Lin Xiaoyao was a little confused, today is the first day of their new leader, and the director told everyone not to be late for today's welcome meeting when he held a meeting yesterday. The director's words sounded in Lin Xiaoyao's ears like a stereo surround sound, and Lin Xiaoyao bounced up violently and began to wash up as fast as possible. After washing, Lin Xiaoyao looked at the cigarette butts on the table, frowned, carefully put them away, poured them all into the bag, and skillfully picked up the cigarette de-smoking perfume in the drawer, sprayed it, smelled it, and made sure that there was no smell before going out.