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The nightlife has just begun, and after nine o'clock is the busiest time in the city. The neon lights on both sides of the street are shining, and even the air is full of life. The endless stream of car lights flows slowly in the middle of the road like several lines of shining pearls.

Young men and women hold hands in pairs, feed each other a variety of food, and when they come out of a shop or walk into a shop, they can always buy what they like. The happy smile rippled on the different faces, which was so beautiful and moving.

I pedal my bike and thought to myself: I was so out of place in the world. I've been ashamed more than once. I regret so much that I shouldn't have done it in the first place. Those storms that seem to be nothing wrong on the surface are actually based on my persistence. It is because of my persistence, because of my strong desire for change, because I care about the contrast that must exist between people. I took an important step wrong, and I made a big decision. There may be no right or wrong decision, as every decision comes with risk. But I was wrong based on this decision. I only think about the change brought about by the success of this decision, but I don't think about whether I can afford the loss caused by this decision once it fails.

Now, I'm suffering. Reality is unforgiving, and God will not forgive you for any of your faults. The consequences you should bear, life will not let go of any detail. You have to bear it.

My mind was clogged, and my feet were heavy and weak on the bike. I can't find a solution to the current crisis. No matter how hard we worked, we only had more than 10,000 yuan by the end of the month. But now it looks like I'm paying far more than that. The phone call I made the other day was in a very serious tone. He only gave me ten days, and the ten-day deadline was approaching. I know Mr. Ho and I don't know what embarrassing things he will do next if I can't pay the minimum $10,000 required. Then, the more than 8,000 yuan per month must be repaid, and it is almost impossible to delay it for a day. Their methods of collecting money are professionally trained. I can imagine a group of young people huddled together in a cramped classroom, and then one after another veteran in their forties and with a very successful career explaining the details. For example, how to use continuous telephone bombardment, how to effectively lure the other party into rust, how to effectively threaten the other party, and how to use the weakness of the other party in all aspects to carry out attacks that deeply affect the psychology. In short, the other party can jump off the building and die, but he must repay the principal and interest. This is the most basic principle in this class. As a result, I almost saw with my own eyes a large group of young friends whose eyes became hot under the lure of interests. This makes them seriously wash away from the little bit of human sophistication that is related to morality. But as one of their dealing objects, no matter how much I feel that the interest is so high, and the loan is so committed, I have to pay it back. I can jump off a building, I can die. But the money has to be repaid. Even if the principal and interest for three years are as high as 180 percent, I have to pay it back. As for the legitimacy of its high interest rate, I was disqualified from questioning it from the moment I signed the decision to borrow the money.

"What are you looking for?"

There was a braking sound. Startled, I quickly swung the front of the car back to the side of the road and waved my hand to apologize to the driver yelling at me. The man glared at me and slowly drove away.

I exhaled and rode out of the hustle and bustle to a small river that I passed every day. It's not far from home. It's dark, it's empty and quiet.

I brought two beers. I parked my bike, got my beer, and the summons from the court. It came in a yellow paper envelope. I sat down on the steps by the river, looked at the dark water, and opened a beer.

I haven't decided whether to tell my daughter-in-law about it. She should have opened a stall by now, selling our products for five or ten dollars. As for my two young children, they will be very obedient and free to move, with the elder brother taking the younger sister, eating and sleeping by themselves. My daughter-in-law would keep the toilet lights on before going out to make sure they had a bright avenue when they went to the toilet in the middle of the night. I remember one time, my daughter called her mother and cried and asked if her brother was dead, she couldn't wake him up, she didn't dare to go to the toilet alone. In the end, she conspicuously hit her brother with something and woke him up...

I began to cry, tears streaming down my face and falling on the black river.