For three years, he was still wandering in a fixed place

Clearly, there was nowhere for his soul

I saw him on the street three years ago

Pretending to be busy talking on the phone about business

Later, there were also episodes of luck and so on

I met him again today near the noodle stall

This time he is still in the world of his own fantasy

Waved and muttered hard

If it becomes a joke in someone else's world

Don't be sad, don't be sad

Because there are more difficult plots waiting for you

If the soul has not wandered

If life has no soul anymore

If you forget why you live

Please don't be sad, don't be sad

Who hasn't struggled indiscriminately

Who has never been downcast and confused

May you have a better tomorrow

The boy on the corner

There are often some people who wander all day long near Yichang CBD, some are in rags, some always have a mysterious smile on the corner of their mouths, some are stinking and have garbage in their hands, drinking wine in their mouths, and some are neatly dressed, with long hair and schoolbags, walking around expressionlessly, not knowing where to go.

These people are not what Han Sen pays the most attention to, what he pays most attention to is a boy who looks like a student, around 25 years old, with short hair, a slightly strong body, wearing sportswear, wearing headphones all day, standing at the crossroads of the CBD and talking to himself.

Communicating with the non-existent world on the other side of the headphones, sometimes nervous, sometimes serious, sometimes gentle, sometimes dancing, sometimes pretending to be deep, like a child immersed in his own world, or a general manager who is busy with the company's business.

No one knew the boy, and he could always be found at the gate of the Quaint and Rose Gardens. He was so committed that it was hard for everyone to define whether he was wandering or working. He was different from all the vagrants and vagrants that Han Sen had encountered.

Han Sen would think that if he didn't have the support of his parents, and because he couldn't integrate into society and couldn't find a job, and then because he was withdrawn, he couldn't talk about his girlfriend, and he happened to have strong self-esteem, and he didn't want to be told by his parents all day at home.

Will the self who is forced by life to have nowhere to hide also pretend to be busy in a corner, pretend to integrate into the world and escape from this world in his own way.

This boy may be the version of Han Sen who has achieved nothing, has no way out, no one hurts, and no one loves him.

If he stripped away all the advantages of Han Sen, he would also be inextricably linked on the street, at a loss, and become a freak or joke in the eyes of others. Every time people saw this boy, they cast sympathetic glances, thinking that maybe there were many unsatisfactory things about this child.

It is even more uncomfortable to be sympathized with than to be looked down upon. Looking down is just a matter of ability, and being sympathetic directly treats people as pitiful, as if all their sad things are known.

Wanderers are different from beggars in that they reach out for money or goods. Wanderers, on the other hand, are self-contained, making their own home, bringing their own dry food, or picking up other people's leftovers in the garbage heap, their eyes either empty or deep.

Those who actively or passively give up the pursuit of material things are unlikely to become pillars of society and are unlikely to be filial to their parents.

If there are three or six or nine classes in society, then the vagrants do not belong to any of them. Outside of all the rules, in addition to eating, drinking, and sleeping, all you can do is entertain yourself and be sad alone.

Some wanderers are masters, some wanderers are down-and-out rich idlers, some wanderers are unhappy in life, some wanderers are emotionally unsatisfactory, and some wanderers are physically defective.

Some wanderers are mentally deficient, some wanderers are desperate for life, and some wanderers are desperate for themselves.

There are all kinds of people, although this is a small group of people, but it can reflect the unsatisfactory of people in society, and the unsatisfactory of all shapes.

Even if the whole world forgets about you

I'm still with you

Change starts with more smiles

When love pounces into your arms

No longer doubt that the world is cute

Crazy mindless wandering in place

Waiting won't make life better

Any chance that comes to mind

It's all a ladder out of the quagmire

I didn't know what to do

Thank you for the light that shines into my life

A kind look

A patient listening

A tedious companionship

A few awkward small talks

Without you

Where will my life be

With you

My eyes were shining

A hymn to a cat

There are also wanderers abroad, and a homeless man named James wrote a work based on his own experience, "Meet a Cat: Days with Bob", which was later made into a movie "Bob the Stray Cat". It has touched countless people all over the world.

Han Sen looked at the wanderers at home and abroad and felt a lot. He almost became a spiritual wanderer, and after repeated blind date failures, Han Sen fell into a strong circle of self-denial.

What is a wandering, is it a wandering if the soul is not possessed by the body? If you can't get the life you want, is it considered wandering if you have a vegetarian meal every day? Is there nothing you can do about the life you don't like, so you can only wander in the same place?

In fact, everyone is a wanderer, sometimes the mind is wandering, sometimes the body is wandering.

When the body is wandering, the mind must have nowhere to put it, and when the mind is wandering around, it must be tired of the form. Wanderers don't necessarily need help, and the greatest respect for them is understanding, not sympathy.