People say that the phoenix was forced to a desperate situation and tempered by fire before it could be reborn in Nirvana.

I also want to be "reborn in Nirvana"...

Do you still practice dancing? I looked at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, which should have been the person I should love the most, but I haven't cared for her for a long, long time. She still looks the same as before. Maybe a little gentler than ever.

But who knows why she became like this? Who else but myself?

Let's practice...

But why practice? It's all said, it's not bad for money...

So what should I do? Who am I? Why should I live? What do you live on?

Maybe I should go home for a while and spend time with my parents.

I made new plans and intentions. Of course, it all ends with the selection of tickets. ——In order to prevent me from running around as a girl is not safe, my parents bound my brother's mobile phone number to a series of things such as taking planes and trains. In other words, if I travel, I must go through my brother.

It's not a big problem, I'm going to look for my brother in the evening anyway.

But go to the tavern...

Looking down again, I carefully looked at the time, Thursday at 11:34 p.m. I remembered that the last time I didn't see him was Thursday.

Thursday is his day off!

I finally took my brain. In fact, this is a double insurance. At my brother's tavern, the storytelling staff only comes to work at nine o'clock in the evening, and I only need to go at seven o'clock, and there will be no problem! What's more, he's on vacation today.

When others saw that I was in good spirits, they naturally didn't know that I was preoccupied.

"Xiaoyan, I have something to do today and want to leave early, I just didn't perform, you can help me punch in the evening!" I sat back down, pulled out my card, and gently pushed it to the colleague at the next table.

"What's wrong with you? I will be disappointed, I will look forward to it for a while! What are you going to do at night? ”

There was a thump in my heart, as if a taut string had been easily cut by the eye knife she was scrutinizing, bouncing off and seriously injuring me.

"There's something going on at home, and my brother is looking for me." I forcibly calmed down.

Honestly, I'm not a liar. So for me, the most painful things are not necessarily those who are separated from life and death, and they can't ask for it. Honest people tell lies, painful people smile, poor people go to class reunions, divorced people go to weddings, which is not the abyss of the world?

"Okay~" The little swallowtail changed and continued to do his homework on the work schedule. I guess she's thinking about the next jump. These days, she goes to work with a faint smell of alcohol almost every day.

I just understood another truth, it turns out that my secrets that seem to have a great sense of ritual have nothing to do with others at all. They, like me, have no power to care about others.

It was a very big discovery, and it suddenly made me understand that I wasn't alone. It's the same with them, and like me, I don't know what's behind their smiling faces. This is probably the reason why there are so many "drunk people", right?

Their "awakening hunting moments" that come out day and night, are they crying or laughing behind them? No one knows but themselves.

Three hundred and fourteen.

Four 13.

Five to one... 5:02......

I don't understand why time flies so slowly today.

Could it be that time is not a unit parallel to space and time, but the same unit as the human mind? This makes sense of why time always flies so quickly when people are happy.

Finally, at half past six, I turned the page of the tormented journey of watching the second hand ticking in the afternoon, picked up my bag and rushed to the elevator.

The elevator, which has always been slow to be "overtaken" by the old lady on crutches, is still full today. We go up the top floor and wait for it to come for a round, at least ten minutes.

And if I go down, I might save more than five minutes.

Then I...

I didn't go any further, using overwork as an excuse, maybe... I can wait for another round of lifts.

What if the next round is also full?

Then wait a little longer!

It's force majeure, right? Just like I never knew about my brother's employee rotation schedule, it was a force majeure.

Ten minutes later, the elevator arrived, empty.

For force majeure, the only solution is speculation. Speculation errors are common.

With these psychological constructions, not being able to take a taxi is nothing to make my mood fluctuate. I left the company at half past six and arrived at my brother's tavern at eight o'clock, which was not unexpected.

It was still early in the morning and there were no guests in the tavern yet. They generally came to the story of twelve o'clock, and four hours in advance, only those who might have taken a fancy to my brother or his little girl came to squat in advance.

Thankfully, I didn't see any of them today, except for my brother's new girlfriend in front of the wine cabinet.

"I've arrived! Where are you? I didn't look at it! "I sent out a voice urging to be alone, and it was somewhat embarrassing to stay alone and watch them go about their work.

"Ding!"

"It's on the way, just stocked up. You play by yourself first. He replied to me in the same unhurried voice.

Worst. When I'm alone with nothing to do, I start to think cranky. The main object of my consideration is the important ticket.

Do you really have to book a flight? Still is...

I turned off the chicken soup for the soul that I had just brushed off on Weibo, "I like the person I like, even if I forget it thoroughly, I still like it when I see you again", and I walked to the middle of the stage and sat down, ignoring the surprised eyes of the cleaning staff.

At night, this position will be a chasing light, placing the person in the position in a dream. There are also some smokers as an assistant, and the smoke shuttles to the chasing light, dancing in the eyes of the guests through the Tyndall effect, like the infinite changes of people's hearts, which cannot be speculated.

At that time, the man who was in it was my god, and I still remember.

I had forgotten something that had been common sense before. The cruelty of reality is often that when you are willing to put down your body and compromise with it, he may not be willing to compromise with you.

Chilled beer lined up under my brother's girlfriend's hand, clanging, air-conditioning, and even my eyes were cold on a hot day.

With a "snap", the gaffer began to test the light, and the audience suddenly went dark, and the top of my head was bright, and the strong light stimulated me, which made me a little unreal for a moment.

Suddenly there was silence in my ears, and time became slow and long, and I could imagine the sunset outside the tavern, exchanging affectionate kisses with the edge of the coming night under the busy fireworks of the day.

There seemed to be a wind blowing in front of me, blowing away the wind and dust, and the corner that I had been favored many times became clear and clear.

It's him!

I saw him, white T-shirt, he was in that corner, staring at me in the light.

The azaleas blooming in the early morning, the fishing fire of the ship in the middle of the night, the weekend of working for my mother, the first snow in the south, in my eyes.

At this moment, the field is not a field, the sea is not a sea, the vicissitudes of the sea, and the mulberry field meets the sea.

Nirvana reborn?

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