It was as if from the night in October to dusk, a moment of dawn.

Walking on the edge of the upward bevel of the long bridge, her gaze looked to the right,

The vast plains, dotted with water networks and farmland,

The piece under the bridge. Wild. Grass. In the bushes, a large swarm of withering grew.

It is a long distance from the Pujiang water network that you can see the cornice, which is perhaps the only modern building in the area.

The wind on the bridge seems to be more horizontal than in the forest. Yes. Not. No, there is not a single car passing by on this non-motorized road.

He deliberately walked here side by side with her, and at this time he could already see the distance,

The two of them were not as eager as they had been to rush when it was completely dark. Tight. Step into the brightly lit human world.

Meng Ruo glanced back, and at a distance of less than thirty meters, the man with long hair and a large travel bag seemed to have just narrowed the distance for a while.

He walked very fast, and he looked to the right.

Gusts of wind make this flow like the beginning of the twentieth century. Yes. The boy's long hair obscured his eyes.

It looks like he's in his twenties.

She finally got some interest in him,

Mengruo asked, "Do you think that person came out of the park like us?" ”

"It's possible, it's just such an attraction, but it's also possible to come from far away." He said.

Mengruo felt that he hadn't finished his sentence, she looked back and looked again, and she found that Zhu Jia and the boy were too different in their entire image.

He's always a pale look. Hue. or warm. Hue. The ink painting is simple and clear.

That boy is a bit like a person who has been adrift for many years, as if there is a bump in the road inside.

"How is this bridge like this. Long! ”

She felt like she had walked for a long time before she reached its top.

The pale gray bridge deck is the same.

It was still in the suburbs at the time. Wild. In the park, I saw a gray patch,

She. Foot. on. The heel goes a little heavier and it will. Arouse. A small layer of dust.

"Hey." He. Sigh. Finish. Mouth. Angry, I just feel that the trip is a little boring at the end for no reason.

Obviously very. Chang. Fast air.

He didn't want to get to the end of the road so soon. Head.

Her. Beautiful. Shadow ran as fast as the downward slope went.

After leaving more than thirty meters, he turned his head to look at the young man above.

She felt as if she had returned to the carefree way she had been more than a decade ago.

In fact, at this moment, there is a large office of eight people in my mind.

It's like a big one. Prisoner. Cage.

A classmate from another department once said to her, "Every time I enter your office, I always feel so peaceful and peaceful. And. The sight is very enviable. ”

Outside of this there is. Strong. Enemies need fruit. A lot of people in Jiali. In the context of struggle,

Pursue. Duty. and mockery. Irony is all over the corners of competition,

It's been a long time since she's been teaching like she used to. Grind. room there,

You can say what you want,

If you get caught. shank

Later, even every minute and second of staying there was very uncomfortable,

Thankfully, she's only in the present moment.

Separated by a strip of white. line, under the elevated highway there are three large trucks and a white Hyundai,

There is an electric car in the non-motorized lane where she is located.

When her gaze was raised a little more,

She suddenly noticed that the entire open space was full of wires, pillars and micro. Suspend. wires, connecting the entire gray sky.

The surface of the water ripples with light stripes,

Zhu Jia felt that the suburbs were so far away that it was empty to this extent.

I can't help but give birth to where is the distant home,

I always feel that she is just on the journey, no matter what the situation, they are not the same kind of people.

"Isn't there a bend in front of you?"

She pointed to the trail that turned right at the bottom of the viaduct, and how sure it was,

It's also a way to the open. Nobu Sato. In the past, the cement road, two meters wide, had long been accumulated with a layer. Yellow. Mud layer.

Until the end of the day. Department, the bridge on the left. Hole. There was no traffic light in his memory.

She even heard the sound of the big black sneakers of the man walking behind her hitting the side of the stone.

He glanced at his phone before determining the direction,

"I'm going to have to go a little further ahead, and I'll be there soon."

Just a few hundred meters away, but she felt her feet. Quilted. Bear. Hurt.

One more step and all in mind. Fry. Boil.

That lock is in. Thin. The small vegetable garden in the railing is silent, appearing in front of you when you turn hundreds of meters.