In the dimly lit room, less than twenty square meters, the rumbling train murmur rang in my ears from time to time.

This is where Mo Yu lives, Kyoto? Hehe! He's not there yet!

Jiangchuan City, a small place, a place where the level of development cannot keep up with the metropolis at all, but even so, Mo Yu can only live in a 20-square-meter rental house.

The table was full of cigarette ash, and the six-yuan Hongtashan was already wrinkled, and after waking up, Mo Yu rubbed his eyes, brushed his teeth, and finally opened the notebook he bought for eight hundred yuan at the thrift market with some trepidation.

I turned on my computer and looked at the results of my novel.

He's an online writer, a writer who has just been in the industry for a year, barely able to get a contract, but make money? Hehe!

made a recommendation, the novel's grades were a mess, and he boarded his Penguin, and soon received several messages.

The editor replied indifferently: "Your book is not good, and the follow-up recommendation is probably gone." ”

Friend's urgency: "The five hundred yuan you owed me last month, can you pay me back first?" ”

and lively chats in the group of classmates.

"Married? Congratulations! ”

"You're getting married? But congratulations, you gave birth to a noble son early. ”

"Then dare to be kind, I will definitely go back!"

"Why aren't you talking to Mo?"

With a word from a classmate, the chat ended.

Mo Yu's expression was very calm, and after writing a chapter, he turned around and got up, and went out to have a meal, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

He's going to work, a bar singer, fifty dollars a day, and sometimes he doesn't get a job.

From here to the bar, it is actually not very long, about five or six kilometers, and you can walk in twenty or thirty minutes.

Walking step by step, Mo Yu looked at the wildflowers and weeds around the street.

There was silence.

A black shirt, a twenty-dollar stall, white shorts, it seems to be a bit of a mix, and a pair of canvas shoes that have been washed I don't know how many times!

Carrying a second-hand guitar on his back.

Just walked quietly.

The evening breeze blew, and the sky was rendered as inky black, and the stars flashed their own light, and some were eclipsed.

A gust of wind blew Mo Yu's clothes.

Life may be so unsatisfactory, little by little, if you can be reborn once, how good would it be?

Maybe life will be different, right?

Maybe I can live a good life, maybe I can make my parents no longer disappointed!

Maybe you can be happy!

It's a pity!

It's a pity that there was no if

(Characters, not counting money.) (To be continued......)