It's snowing and it's so cold outside.

Lying on a bench on the side of the street, I trembled and typed these words.

Thinking of everyone's love and support, my tears flowed uncontrollably.

Struggling in this dimly lit city, I have only one small dream - to write this story in my heart to you.

A car drove up and threw down a leftover fast food box, and I ran over overjoyed, only to be snatched by another colleague.

He looked at me and laughed: "A person who fights the street, also wants to own this fast food box, dream of you!"

"This kind of fast food box is only worth having for people like me who subscribe to double digits!"

After saying that, he sat down on the bench opposite me, opened the fast food box, stuck out his tongue and licked greedily.

I swallowed and turned away with tears in my eyes.

Under the bridge, I picked up a box of matches.

I struck one and warmed my little frozen hand with the faint light of the fire.

Well, there's only the last index finger left, and it can't freeze anymore!

I'm going to have to rely on it to code for food!

I have heard of those peers, there are many code words are masters of "one-finger Zen", leaving this finger, leaving the seed of hope.

The fire lit up, and I saw a piece of pork not far away, grilled golden and buttery, with a rich aroma.

I sniffed hard, thinking that it would be perfect to put more cumin......

But by this time the matches were extinguished, and the pork was gone.

"Don't!"

I shouted, and quickly struck another match.

This time, I saw a cute editor walking towards me with his head and tail, and said to me: "Come on, the website is going to promote your book on all channels, as well as game adaptations and film and television animation, which are also under negotiation!"

"Is it true?"

The editor's words encouraged me.

"It's true!"

The editor walked past me, and I looked back in surprise to see a great god standing behind me, who was just talking to someone else.

I wonder if I can walk over and listen to the conversation between the editor and the great god, and maybe learn a lot about writing...... But the matches went out and everything was gone.

I quickly struck the next match.

This time I saw my ex-girlfriend, she was standing in front of the hotel, wearing the same pink trench coat we wore when we first met, and she was a little unreal.

"How are you doing?"

She smiled at me like a flower, "Lu Yan, I used to be too willful, you gave everything for me, but you didn't get anything, but today, as long as 388, you can get everything you once wanted." ”

"Is everything you say true?"

I was extremely touched and cherished that she could give me this opportunity to start over when I was so destitute.

But in the end, I held back my tears and shook my head at her: "I'm sorry, it's me who is not promising, I can't even take out three cents." ”

“......”

The ex-girlfriend's face was full of astonishment.

I thought she must have been completely disappointed in me this time.

Matches go out.

The figure of my ex-girlfriend disappeared, and with the disappearance, there was also my youth that had nowhere to place, it flew away like a high-speed rail, and there was only the whistling wind in my ears, blowing away those bits and pieces of memories.

Finally, I lit a whole match.

I want to keep the warmth, I want to keep the fast food box, I want to keep the editor's concerned eyes, I want to pay 388 and my ex-girlfriend to do everything we want, and I want those young people who have love and hate to fly sparks and run back with the plane......

It was slightly dark, and a star fell from the sky.

I heard my grandmother say that if a star falls, one of them will fly into the sky and become a god......

The star fell in front of me and became a stranger.

His face was unfamiliar, but his tone was very gentle, and he said to me: "I am chasing your book, and although there are many shortcomings, it is not impossible to read it...... Look, I'm all subscribed!"

As he spoke, he spat at the poison in his mouth, but he pretended nothing had happened and quickly wiped it off with his hands.

"Yes, it's well written, enough for sand sculptures. What do I see...... Everyone who watched it was pregnant......"

Another star fell, and it was a beautiful young lady, who said this, buried her head in the garbage bag, and heard a nice vomiting sound in her ears.

One star after another fell, turning into warm people, all strangers they had never seen before.

They gathered in a circle, wiping the poisonous foam from the corners of their mouths as they hugged me tightly.

The icy wind was held out behind me, and it didn't blow my face painfully anymore.

"It turns out that even the slightest effort will always be seen. ”

I smirked and stood up and walked out of the bridge.

"Where are you going?"

Someone asked.

"I went to the garbage bin, and only when I was full did I have the strength to write it down. ”

I didn't look back.