The city immediately became obnoxious after the rain, with rushing traffic, splashes and swearful voices on the pavement, and the smell of overnight vomiting in the alleys. The afterglow of the sunset doesn't add any color to the tired street, it's just noisy, but cold.

As usual, the factory on the edge of town has once again delayed its closing time.

"Fuck it rain!"

"Fuck overtime!"

"Fuck this world!!"

No one can be more calm and scold than being exploited by the boss in this kind of ghost weather, except for him, so as soon as the workers walked out of the door, they squirted unabashedly, they didn't care if their boss could hear it, in fact, even the boss himself didn't care, he knew what a nasty bastard he was, and at the same time he was happy to do it. And he also knows that those people can only scold themselves, but it is absolutely impossible to resign and not do it!

That's what this world is.

And in this group, only one person seemed out of place with the irascible atmosphere.

That's the white bear. He is the one who can hold back the scolding, in fact, he didn't endure it, he just didn't want to, didn't care, or rather, couldn't sprout such strong emotions.

In short, one of them was so quiet, if it weren't for his overly majestic figure, he would hardly have any sense of existence.

......

Been working in the factory for so many years.

......

The wind is blowing,

The white bear pulled up his collar, trying to fend off the cold wind and dampness. Crowding people outside the bus, like hardened arteriosclerotic blood vessels, the white bear sighed, turned around and decided to walk home.

"With only four stations, maybe you can walk faster. I hope I don't run into that homeless man again. ”

He thought as footsteps echoed through the gloomy buildings, like a groan of heavy frustration, bringing everything together unreal.

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A street ......

Two Streets......

At the corner of the third street, the white bear deliberately slowed down. He looked tentatively to the side at the edge of a dilapidated apartment building.

"Hey!"

He sighed again.

Sure enough, the strange homeless man was still there.

He was there every day, leaning his emaciated body against the corner, motionless, and not seeming to eat or drink, for every time he saw him in a posture, as if he had never moved. If it weren't for the fact that every time he passed by, he would stare at him with slender eyes, and the white bear would think that he was a dead man.

The white bear didn't like to be stared at by him, it felt so weird, especially the guy's mouth, the two disgusting scars, made him uncomfortable eating dinner every day.

But what can he do, he's just a bum, and he can't just go up and beat him up just because he doesn't like him, right? So the white bear could only shake his head helplessly and quickly cross the corner.

"Look, that guy is staring at me again...... Will he keep an eye on everyone who walks through here? Or is it just me? It's annoying, forget it, it's just a madman......"

The white bear withdrew his disgusted gaze and hurriedly disappeared to the other side of the building.

......

Five minutes later, the white bear pushed the door open.

"I'm back." He shouted as usual.

There was the same sound of kitchen utensils crashing in the kitchen as usual, and the smell was the same as usual, and she must have been cooking the same meal as usual, wearing that ugly apron.

For many years, it has been like this, and nothing has changed...... This is how the world is, and it always will be!

The white bear changed his shoes and threw his briefcase onto the couch.

At this time, the kitchen door was also opened.

She walked out with a plate.

Song Xuan...... His wife, perhaps due to congenital physical deficiency or acquired malabsorption, in short, her body is very thin, like those patients who have been lying in the hospital bed for a long time, which makes people feel distressed.

Bai Xiong can't remember why he married Song Xuan, love? Or was it meant to be? Anyway, he never remembered these questions, like this meal, it was all a taste, eating, or, there was nothing worth recalling, but it was precisely because of this that life could go on.

"Ran into that homeless man again?"

Song Xuan neatly unbuttoned her apron and asked casually, then again, although she looked like she didn't have the wind, she was actually in good health, and she did everything quickly, I remember again, the white bear accidentally touched the bowl from the table, Song Xuan quickly caught it like a reflex, and the white bear looked stupid at that time...... And afterwards, Song Xuan was also a little confused, she said that she didn't know what was going on at that time.

However, these are just some episodes in life.

"yes, it's still around that corner, the cat is by the wall, I don't think he has moved at all, I saw him in that position the day before yesterday, and a few days ago, doesn't he have to go out to find food?" The white bear muttered suspiciously, and sat down at the dining table.

"Maybe you have to have a psychological effect, how can anyone really skip eating."

"Hmm...... Maybe he has something wrong with his brain and doesn't know how hungry he is. That would explain why he kept staring at me, maybe he just had such a condition. White Bear still seems to want to stick to his opinion.

"Okay, you're so tall, it's normal for someone to stare at you, leave him alone." Of course, Song Xuan didn't want to listen to his nagging, so he handed a bowl of rice to the other party: "At least now you are a little stronger than him, and you still have food to eat." ”

White Bear shrugged: "Okay, maybe I'm just a little suspicious. ”

As he spoke, he didn't open the subject again.

Eating, chatting, sleeping, waking up, working, leaving work, eating...... The days went on like this, from a photocopier called life, page by page was spit out, glued to the endless time from birth to death, and people also accepted this setting, what else could it be, this world is like this.

Bland, blissful ...... Maybe that's happiness, but even if it's not, there's something about it.

The day passed again, and the white bear lay in bed.

At night, it was suffocating pitch black, and the white bear didn't know if he was keeping his eyes open. Everything was unsettling, there was no wind, no insects, if it weren't for Song Xuan's faint breathing next to him, he even felt that he was dead.

The traffic during the day seemed to be wiped clean with a rag and disappeared without a trace. However, he didn't suspect anything, it should be like this at night, everything was normal......

Except for the homeless man on that street corner.

"Why am I thinking of him again?"

The white bear questioned himself a little self-deprecatingly, then turned to sleep.