I. Ride. The car went up along Yishan Road. Sea. Ride in the direction of the station, this large arc-shaped long street main road at this time there are few cars, whether it was because of the school construction in the past because of the construction of the apartment outside, or this half a year to work here to take root, never. Ride. The car passes by this road.

I thought at the time that the Spring Festival was to avoid. Open. Person. The group chose this itinerary and may not forget it for the rest of my life, how could it happen that I was such a lazy person.

At this moment, looking at the high-rise buildings on both sides in this cold wind, the whole picture is very clear, there is no haze in the air, even if you wear a mask, the air you breathe in is very good.

It's just out of it. Hot. Gas. The gap between the bridge of the nose and the eyes of 200 degrees, how I pressed the metal wire up and down the bridge of the nose to no avail, the mask issued by the unit always felt that it was not refined enough, it still loosely left an arc-shaped gap.

In it will be my sight. Surplus. Full. When the white fog is up, I can only go through the lenses in front of me. Thin. Long. Target. Water., traces. Sew. Crack. Seeing the road ahead, there was really no way for me to take my glasses off.

The old couple across the road. Husband. The wife has a mouth. Hood, I thought it was a bit strict now. Heavy, this place is so far away from the city, they have already spontaneously begun to pay attention, but a fat man in the same direction more than ten meters behind the man did not bring anything, and his body was wrapped in a cotton jacket, which looked very wide.

At this time. There is no such thing as a discussion, there are so few people on the road, I can actually leave it without mouth. But the thought of going home soon, no matter how careful you are.

Because of the mouth of the unit. Cover. Quite a lot, I have a big bag in my down jacket pocket, ready to go when I'm on the road. With it, it always feels like early in the morning, and all the people who come out seem to be exercising in the morning.

At. Ride. Go to a viaduct, stop in front of the traffic light, zoom in on the screen on your phone, and just want to see where this place is, because the car is very light, and you can go a long way with a few laps.

I didn't expect to soar either. After a long time, I had to go to the intersection in front of me to see the Ganghui Hang Lung Building, which was separated by several streets on the right. Mouth. Red. Building, used to go shopping, Xujiahui is on the left side of the school.

The road along the way is very clean, and I don't see any garbage cans, and I can only put a mask in my pocket every ten minutes or so.

Unlike in school before, dormitory classmates get up early in the morning to study, you feel guilty if you don't study, now no one cares, go to work normally, everything goes smoothly, it's a bit of a boiled frog in warm water.

This freshness has always lingered. In my heart, it is like a journey, and I can experience it on the way home for the Chinese New Year, and I am actually in a good mood.

I used to come to the Starbucks at Jiaotong University often, and I didn't expect to pass by this place along the way, but I looked at the side of the road at the Jiaotong University Boxue Hotel, and there was a small door open near the security room.

It's 12:56 now, it's a little more than an hour before the departure, the indigo line on the map has gone halfway, I've already calculated, a total of 12.1 kilometers, and now there are 7.8 kilometers from the end, 3 kilometers to the station, I will stop the car, and then walk over, and make up a time to check the ticket just in time.

Along the way, I feel. Cough. Cough. It seems to be a little more serious, and I have changed several masks back and forth, but I didn't think about it so much when I thought that there were several packs in the back.

Cycling in this part of the city center where you have never been before, deep winter, cold, alone, only a few distant homes. Mouth. People know that they are going back, but it is not clear when she will say it, in fact, it comes with a kind of atmosphere, very kind of journey, fluttering. Pool. Swinging, if you are in the subway, just listen to the station and get off, how can you feel that way.

The last time the class had a big dinner, I heard a girlfriend say that the big one in the class. Handsome. My brother goes out every Sunday, and I thought he was walking around a few cities around Haishi, so can it be called a trip?

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Swooping down from the driveway of the viaduct, the wind blew a lot of pieces on Zhang Yu's tight ponytail, she used to wear glasses, at least in the impression of her classmates.

When the hair squinted to her eyelashes through her eyes, she immediately stopped, and her hand subconsciously touched it, and the pair of glasses was slapped on the bridge of her nose by her. Hurt. Bear. Hurt. Target.

She stopped next to the Changshou Road subway station, and the shops on both sides basically went home for the New Year, after all, today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, plus there is. Meaning., affection, empty, swinging, swinging a road.

She was desperate to be here. Above. Toilets. So, in fact, she didn't know if there was a toilet on Changshou Road. Well, go down the elevator from Exit 4, that kind. Urgent. Urgent. Pressed her frowns, every step she took, there was some. Stab. Hurt.

The only people in front of her line of sight were the Anns. Checking the uniform, she followed the sign on the second floor of the road, went around the subway station for more than half a circle, and then walked to the negative floor to go around a small circle.

This place seems to be usually not coming, but when she looks downstairs to the subway station hall from this angle, a woman in her thirties walks over, walking in a hurry.

She changed into a mask again, stood outside the No. 1 exit, and searched for the route to the Shanghai Railway Station, she never expected that the distance pointed out on the map was 7.2 kilometers, forty-seven minutes, she remembered that when she searched from Jiaotong University before, it was also 7 kilometers away, and this road has passed for so long, how can it be so far.

She had been ready to walk over here, and just as she walked out of the subway station, she looked at the old-fashioned car at the door. Red. Hue. Mobike stopped diagonally on the side of the road and she didn't want to. Ride. meaning.

Now she walked more than a hundred meters in the direction of the route, and she found that she couldn't catch the train even if she ran, there was no car on the road, and there was an underground tunnel next to the cycling path, so she hurriedly rushed to the subway station.

Suddenly, she felt that she couldn't catch the train, so she ran fast.

The boy in the black down jacket she met when she had left the subway station, and when the girl ran past him, she was tall. Beautiful. Shadow. Above. Press. It's hard to wear a bulging school bag.

When her beautiful ponytail disappeared under the elevator in the subway station in front of him, he even thought, 'If I had offered to help just now, would it be...'

The bustling streets with no one may make people more beautiful. Wonderful and longing. Become conscious.