After leaving, Lu Ming became at a loss for life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He didn't know where to go, everything had just stabilized, and the good life he longed for had just begun. However, in just a short moment, it was all gone.

He wanders aimlessly around the city. Fat slippers wrapped around his pungent feet, torn pants, cheap and dirty cultural shirts, he seemed to be out of place in the city.

Just walking, unconsciously came to a bridge. It was a very long and wide bridge. For Lu Weiming, it can be regarded as the most majestic he has ever seen.

At this time, a scene that often appeared on television came to his mind. What he didn't expect was that he would encounter this situation himself. But he didn't do what happened in those episodes, he just lay quietly on the guardrail, staring at the rolling river for a long time, like a freeze-frame picture. Indeed, this was the first time he had ever experienced death, and the shock to him was too great.

As night fell, Lu Weiming couldn't imagine where the city still had its own habitat.

Back to the construction site? The painful scene will resurface, revealing its unhealed wounds;

Back to the previous hotel? As soon as this idea came to him, he immediately rejected it;

Go home? Yes, when you are tired and tired outside, home is always the warmest place. But he thought about it, and now that he looks like this, what kind of face do he have to go back?

Not far away, a pair of parents took their children for a walk, which deeply touched him. He didn't want to look at it anymore and quickly fled.

It's still a huge signboard, and the flickering colorful lights make it more conspicuous to set off the huge characters here. "E-network affection", just by looking at the name, Ruimin can guess what kind of place this is. He couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, this was a good place to stay. I'll be here for the night today. Thinking of this, he walked in without hesitation.

The café was bigger than he expected, with at least 200 machines. With a machine turned on at the front desk, he found a corner by the wall and sat down.

still opens its favorite game, everything has not changed, but Lu Weiming has lost the same enthusiasm as before. After only five or six rounds, he didn't have the heart to continue. You must know that in the past, Lu Weiming often flew off the wall just to go to the carnival all night.

This was the first time he had been so upset, and his whole body seemed to be entangled by thousands of vines.

He put his headphones on his head and turned up his voice louder, as if trying to isolate himself from the world with music. It hummed softly to the melody, trying to calm itself. I don't know how long it took, he finally couldn't stay up anymore, so he fell asleep on the computer desk.

This night, Lu Weiming's dreams came one after another. The hard-working mother, the sweet and lovely Lin Momo, and the great uncle. If it weren't for the fact that his body was too tired, it is estimated that he would have been sleepless all night. I spent the night in this intermittent dream.

When I was hungry, I went to the side of the road to buy a few steamed buns, and then I stayed at the Internet café all the time. Seeing that the remaining money is getting less and less, he simply spends only a few buns a day, and completely regards this Internet café as his own habitat.

However, after staying like this for three days, the owner of the Internet café couldn't stand it anymore and blasted him out. It's no wonder that if you only occupy the nest and don't lay eggs, you're not happy to put it on anyone's head. Besides, Lu Weiming hasn't taken a bath for at least a few days, and he exudes a peculiar smell all over his body, and he has to hide away from it, who still has the heart to surf the Internet?

In this way, Lu Weiming has completely become a homeless man. He felt that the city was his enemy at every turn, and he seemed to be like a rat crossing the street.

It's still the bridge a few days ago, and it's still full of traffic, but no matter how prosperous the world is, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Lu Weiming.

Lu Weiming leaned over the guardrail, looking at the wide embankment resting on the shore, as if he realized something. He walked briskly down the bridge and along the embankment to the bottom of the bridge, just as he thought, and even exceeded expectations.

The bottom is open, and in addition to the river channel, there is a cement platform at least three meters wide. Throw away a layer of dirt on the surface, and there is not a trace of garbage. He secretly rejoiced that he had found this wonderful place.

I went out and picked up some old newspapers, which was kind of adding a bed to this "home". Then I bought a few bags of instant noodles and even a pack of cigarettes in luxury, and everything didn't seem so bad.

As night fell, the reflection of the dim street lamps was reflected in the water, swaying like a beautiful woman in a captivating city, writhing gracefully dancing.

The cars on the bridge still whizzed past one after another. There was not a single starlight in the dark gray sky.

Lu Weiming is a little nostalgic for the night in his hometown. At this time, it is harvest time. The threshing floor was full of crops. He would always run and chase with his friends in the bright moonlight, count the stars in the sky, and catch singing crickets in the grass, and that time seemed to be the only thing he could miss. It's just that since Dad left, those joys have never been there again. Thinking of how depressed he was now, a wave of hatred rose from the bottom of his heart.

He pulled a cigarette out of his trouser pocket and lit one. The dark hole of the bridge was instantly illuminated by the dancing flames on the lighter, which was very much like the scene of a little girl selling matches.

He took a hard breath, choking on his throat, a rapid cough, and a mouth full of bitterness.

He pressed the freshly lit cigarette hard against the concrete floor, twisting and twisting until he had twisted all the tobacco out.

A cold wind blew, and Lu Weiming shivered, like a hedgehog under attack, shrunk into a ball. The cars slowly decreased, and the night was quietly late, and Lu Weiming slept quietly......