A heavy rain suddenly fell, and just like that, running in the rain, laughing all the way.

I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I've always walked by with an umbrella because I was afraid of catching a cold and falling down.

Once, a friend told me that the rain in the city is seriously polluted, which is very harmful to the skin, and after a long time, it will even cause hair loss.

So, when I was afraid of catching a cold, I was more afraid of hair loss, and I was afraid that because of my willfulness, I would lose this long hair.

I think of when I was in high school, I walked through the rain with Nan and Lin.

I don't remember what I said at that time, but I remember that it was the season when the willows were fresh and green, and the drizzle was like smoke, and we walked in the rain until it was dark.

Many years later, it was also the summer return, and it was also a heavy rain, and the old friends at that time were gone, and the trees on the side of the road were walked together.

Hehe, in a few years, but there are still people who think of the people who have been drenched in the rain together, walked through the green grass, or shuttled through the busy streets in those years.

Time is on the move.

We are moving forward.

Those memories that passed by, just put aside in my heart for the time being, and slowly precipitated.

I think of the good brothers who used to live together, the goddesses who worked together, and when I remembered that they already had company by their side, I suddenly felt sad, and now they no longer need me, many feelings are only warm at a certain stage. Now, each has its own world, each has its own warmth, and I don't have to bother it anymore, which only increases their anxiety about me.

No matter what, I still bless in my heart and wish my brothers and sisters happiness for a long time.

A sister-in-law old ship came down from the sky, and it replied to my comment and asked me: You, have you found your own position~

I suddenly felt embarrassed. Reply: Still don't know. Still at a loss. Still adrift.

I'm embarrassed because I don't know what the point of what I'm trying to do right now. When everything is empty in the end, any hot blood will slowly cool down and gradually solidify. In addition to living for the sake of living, I have long forgotten the meaning of struggle.

What my dream is, I don't even know.

There was a time when I wished I could be a successful businessman.

But I want to retreat back to the concrete forest, and I want to exchange my life for pompous words.

I still have this dream me in my heart, as I wish.

But when I found out.

People are like this, they drag on for a long time, they have more worries, they are timid, and finally they are at peace with what they encounter.

We, at this age, struggling with reality and dreams, how much of ourselves are left? How much enthusiasm is left to keep?

I think of the little girl who ate snacks with me in kindergarten and called my brother behind my ass all day.

I think of the people I used to secretly like.

I think of my cute table style.

I think of my good brother Wen.

I think of many, many people.

We haven't been in touch for a long time. Or even lose the message.

I'm always changing my phone number.

And then don't tell anyone.

I always want to remember. But I've been forgetting.

Who remembers me now.

The chubby boy back then.

Who's talking about me now?

The domineering boy back then.。。

Who knows me now.

Now choose the Lambs of Silence.

It was 9/2/15. Now..

Soak a cup of tofu flowers, and it is very clean and pulpy. It's still that taste. Just 10 years ago.

In the blink of an eye. It's the twenty-fifth Mid-Autumn Festival. The little P child has grown into a big boy. Twenty more years. The big boy is about to become an old man. Time..

I like to drink black sesame paste. When I was very young, my grandmother cooked it once. And that was the only time. The fragrant smell of black sesame still lingers in my mind. Afterward.. Always soak yourself and drink it yourself. Occasionally, I also make a cup for grandpa. It's just that taste. It's not the same as it used to be. There's always something missing.。。

Later, I liked to drink tofu flowers. Because grandpa loves to drink. That's why I love to drink it too. And then later. I'm used to making a drink before going to bed. It's warm when you drink it.。。 It's also a little hot. I always believe. Then I won't get cold at night.

We no longer feel how long the years are. It's about finding that time is moving too fast. We're going to grow old in a blink of an eye.

Warm tofu flowers. Too sweet.

Quiet years. It's a little cold. It's a little lonely. There is also a little uneasiness and helplessness.

A book of 1.4 million words, I wrote it for 9 months and 10 days, I am a newcomer, a new writer, not a god, not a writer, not an author, very simple. Just a writer, a hand that writes in order to conceive a dream, a dream of his own.

Thank you for supporting me as always, and I hope you don't mind this short article that says what you don't say.