"Ding! Alipay has arrived at 350 million! Bite! Alipay has arrived at 350 million! ”

I was woken up by the alarm clock, at this moment, fuck the three and a half million!

However, I didn't smash my phone or fall asleep. I only closed my eyes for three hours last night, and at this moment I still have to get out of bed and work hard for the salary that is seven zeros less than the alarm clock today.

"Oh! Damn it! ”

Let's just say why it will become difficult to get out of bed today, it turned out to be a relative's patronage, I just remembered the bell yesterday, and today I also have a period.

Why is it so hard to live? I have infinite emotion again.

Not to mention that for those thin grandfathers Mao, a person is not a ghost or a ghost. The most painful thing is not that people are born with bad roots? Be cocooned and self-bound, self-inflicted, and find guilt by yourself.

If my heart is open, I can rest well, and I don't have to suffer like this. This tired heart has not served the motherland, has not given back to the society, and is empty "singing the flowers of the backyard across the river," which makes people feel cold.

But this society... It can't hold me!

Before I can repay it without reciprocating, I also need to convince myself that the tone of selflessness is to feel kindness. If you have seen warmth, you will give. If you want to give, you can talk about giving.

However, I am still wandering in the dust and dust, waiting in the cold. Wind and snow add to the body, and the city is full of thoughts.

When I arrived at the company, I was the same person with exquisite makeup and well-dressed clothes. That's why I like to have more nights, when people can't see clearly because of the limited light. I don't have to be a human skin, and no one will be surprised.

The painkiller worked, and while I felt sad, I tried to taste the pain of being paralyzed, and at the same time blocked the gossip of my colleagues around me.

Where there are many women, there are many rights and wrongs, not to mention a media company like ours, which can be described as a spectacular harem. I had the luxury of perfecting it, but I only wanted them to have no sarcasm in their eyes and no bias in their words when it was my turn. Later, when I realized that it was futile to do all this, I gave up.

Isn't that how many things happen in the world? It's not that hard work pays off, for example, he I still miss now.

Still, I'm happy. Because of these, in themselves, are beautiful enough. It's like the anticipation I generated, and his silhouette.

Beautiful things exist, and that's what it really means. And I finally found and thanked that this is a gift from God.

"Hey! Let's go together at night! "My colleague at the next table suddenly patted me, and I glanced at it suspiciously, and saw the wistful eyes of the girls around me, and it was clear in my heart that it seemed that I had made an appointment before I came.

"I'm not going. When I have a period, I have to go back to catch up on sleep. ”

"Oops! It's okay, I won't let you drink, let's go have fun! "She's not giving up.

I don't know, what is it that motivates them so much? The nature of the work, we often need to dance for a day without rest, just like that, at night still have the energy to take the money earned by jumping during the day, and then spend it at night? Is it difficult to fall in love with the DJ or sales in the bar? That's probably not going to happen. I see it clearly.

"Why don't you go? Wait for the holidays and let's go together? "I'm really clever in taking advance as retreat.

How could they give up tonight's hunt for me? Naturally, I am divided, and the prevarication of talking about the time is exactly what I want.

And I, put on my headphones, started listening to music choreography in preparation for the next dance class. I love dancing, I love music, I love painting, I love learning all the unknown, so I can find a way to have fun with it, and get a short break from my addiction to him.

Except, of course, looking at the text.

Since I met him, I don't dare to read any words at all. I was afraid that what I saw, even if it was just a sunset, would be enough for me to launch an infinite reverie, which would hurt the heart that implicated me.

That's it, after having him, he became so fragile, but so strong.

After finishing work, I went to my brother's tavern alone. I really wanted to have a drink today, so I didn't tell the bell who quit drinking.

I calmed down, I really didn't want to see him. Tonight, I'm just for the wine and the story.

However, the heavens do not obey people's wishes, I searched for him last night to no avail, and today I did not come for him, but he was the one who told the story.

I'm still in my corner, and he's still in his chase.

In this way, he came from the crowd and gave me an empty joy. He passed by his side, carrying the wind and rain, and I could not avoid it. I no longer dare to look at him, I have lost my days and nights, I have lost the four seasons, and I have been sick for a long time.

He's talking about a boy who fell in love with a girl. The girl was suffering from depression, and the boy secretly changed her medicine to peach-flavored candy. But later, the girl left, and the boy refused to leave the ward where the girl disappeared forever.

He spoke so eloquently that I couldn't help myself with two cocktails, and I was completely caught up in the hero of that story. At that time, I also fell in love with the distressing girl in the story, and I became the desperate male protagonist and lost my beacon.

A second before the gaffe, I left the tavern. It's not that he's afraid that he'll see my makeup smeared with tears, but he's afraid that his will will break the embankment and give everything up.

I wish he wasn't alone, and if he were something else, even if it was a storm, I would still be able to love him with an umbrella. If he will feel that holding an umbrella lacks sincerity, then it will rain and drench him, and love.

Love is an emotion that can make people infinitely humble, devour people's cognition, and tamper with black and white, light and dark, all insignificant.

The way out is only a dozen steps, I am eager to get out, but I am afraid to get out. When I got to the door, I wondered, why is this road so short?

In fact, he is leaving, and I am always in the same place, in the big city and small streets, avenues and alleys, watching him gradually disappear and become distrustless.

With fog in my eyes, I opened my phone memo and typed it tonight.

“94423262 9243216241 318263 522162 6243 9343 932162”

"I really want to see you one more time".

There is no bell to accompany me for a late-night snack today, and there is no place for me in the fireworks field of Shengge, so I need to go home to sober up or indulge in an enclosed space where no one is around.

One step and three breaths, in fact, it is still early today, and you can still get in the car. But the habit is too terrible, I don't want to take a taxi home, and the habit I have developed is too difficult for a "drunk person" like me to break it.

The phone is vibrating, WeChat is ringing, I don't know who is looking for me, I don't want to bother.

I enjoy the isolation of this time, isolating myself from the outside world and obtaining a rare silence.

In my mind's eye, I weave another big drama. The main character is naturally me and him, and the location is the tavern full of friends.

There, I shouted all my hidden love to the point of hoarseness, and looked at him to the fullest. I don't care what the thousands of people cheered and mocked in my ears.