In the sky, I don't know where the cold wind blows the transparent plastic bag, dancing with the wind, whenever it wants to fall to the ground, there is always a new cold wind to bring it back into the air, drifting with the wind, ups and downs.

Ouyang Banxia, leaning on the lamp pole on the side of the road, looked up at the transparent plastic bag floating in the air, stared at it for a while, changed his usual cheerful image, and looked at it sadly and indifferently.

The cold wind blew the empty sleeves of his coat and waved them in the air like a flag, greeting passers-by and calling a pair of slightly surprised and sympathetic glances.

The sudden cold snap, the Xingdu people who like to be cheerful and lively were driven back to their warm homes, they have not yet adapted to this sudden change, and they are trying to adjust, and it will not be long before this place will be as lively as usual.

There is no one holding an umbrella, the wind is too strong, the rain is too little, and it is intermittent, and in this kind of weather, it is not very cost-effective to hold an umbrella.

The fluttering rain hit Ouyang Banxia's mature and angular face, optimistic and cheerful, and at this time his eyebrows were entangled with unsolvable sorrow.

A gust of wind, accompanied by rain, knocked down the white plastic bags in the air and landed on the square in the distance, out of sight.

Ouyang Banxia, who had nothing to see, blended into the crowd, leaving no traces, and his empty sleeves made it impossible for him to hide.

Today, he didn't do anything, just walked and wandered in the streets and alleys, looking for his footprints, his memories.

Standing at the gate of the 33rd Mengxue School in Xidan District, Ouyang Banxia just watched silently, there were students in physical fitness classes inside, disobedient children were running around the teaching building, and a little girl who was being teased was angrily chasing the boy who was teasing her.

Everything is so beautiful, and it has always been so beautiful.

Ouyang Banxia remembered that once, the girl in the next class next door, the time had passed too long, and her memory was vague, but she vaguely remembered it.

She likes to tie her ponytail very much, it is very quiet, and she heard that she is also very good at studying, and the feeling at that time is so beautiful and strong, but she never knows her name, maybe she knows, but she has forgotten it for a long time.

The memories are so beautiful, all the sorrows, all the troubles, are swept away at this time.

Like a strange uncle, he stared at it for a while, but he still left.

Continuing his journey, a journey with no end in sight.

Ouyang Banxia doesn't like empty rails, and he doesn't like crowded crowds.

Being in the empty rails, huddled in the crowd, was one of his least favorite things.

A young woman, standing up, wanted to sit down for him, a "disabled person" who had lost her arm.

Ouyang Banxia, who didn't react for a while, paused for a moment, smiled awkwardly, shook his head in refusal, and subconsciously turned around.

At this time, a young man with a tired face and a professional formal suit, ignoring the contemptuous gazes around him, took advantage of the situation to sit down, closed his eyes and took a nap.

The woman rolled her eyes helplessly, a little angry, and wanted to scold, but she had no choice but to turn around and ignore it.

Little by little, time passed.

The place where Ouyang Banxia was going seemed to be far away, and there were not many people left in the carriage.

Looking at the familiar platform, the familiar place name, Ouyang Banxia had forgotten how long he hadn't been here, why, of course, only he knew.

It can only be said that it is a mixture of joy and sorrow, Ouyang Banxia thought helplessly.

Deception and lies, hehe.

Ouyang Banxia thought disdainfully, walking with the flow of people.

No one is to blame, everyone has their own choices, different choices, different outcomes, and they just bear it.

Looking at the young faces, Ouyang Banxia sneered, disdainful, and sighed.

Everything has changed here, although the outline is still there, it is still different, and all the people are no longer recognized.

Walking in the dark path, Ouyang Banxia sighed, the longer and more vague the memory, the more beautiful it seems to be, the continuation of life, but it seems that the pain is constantly accumulating, constantly buried, the happiness and joy of the past.

The owner of the convenience store is still the balding man, Ouyang Banxia rarely saw an acquaintance, but he was not very familiar with himself, let alone recognized himself.

Holding the liquor he had just bought, Ouyang Banxia sniffed it, and sighed in his heart, it was really cheap and not good, mixed with water, and drank it!

Finding a remote and uninhabited step, Ouyang Banxia drank by himself, not in a good mood, even if it wasn't for the guy in his body, it was so difficult to get drunk just by wanting to.

How long has it been since I got drunk, since I met this guy, I've only been drunk once, I really miss it, Ouyang Banxia thought about it, and then scolded in a low voice: "Damn! ”

Looking at the dark surroundings, Ouyang Banxia missed, sighed, and drank tasteless spirits, beauty is always so short-lived, only loneliness lasts forever.

Looking at the empty left hand, Ouyang Banxia had already scolded Hai Honeysuckle and Haishan half to death in his heart, although he didn't blame him, but where could so many people really be so open-minded, at least he wasn't.

Looking at the gloomy sky, Ouyang Banxia sighed helplessly, the heavens are unfair, or there is no heaven, even if there is, how can I care about the small and ugly me.

The cold wind accompanied by the bitter rain kept invading, but Ouyang Banxia, who was wearing a thin robe, had a biting cold spread along his hollow arm sleeves and spread on his body.

Just alone, alone, drinking light and tasteless bad wine.

Ouyang Banxia looked at the once familiar, but now unfamiliar and irrelevant surroundings, a thousand words, only a long sigh.

Tomorrow is Ai Bingtai's concert, "damn it", Ouyang Banxia scolded dissatisfiedly.

Ouyang Banxia didn't understand, she was just a female singer who sang well, but she was fifteen or sixteen years old, why did she come here to hold a concert, why did she have such a strange order, why did she have such a quick order?

Is it true that fate cannot be disobeyed?

I just want a peaceful life, I just want to go on like this, if I have any expectations, it's just to avenge my dead parents, is this too much?

I really regret it...... I really regret it!

On the way home, Ouyang Banxia shed a tear of regret while walking, and then stopped shedding, the first tear in a long, long time.

"Cut...... What is hypocritical, Uncle Ben actually encountered such a soft egg, but my genius is so unlucky. ”

Just when Ouyang Banxia was crying with remorse, in his mind, there was an arrogant and contemptuous laugh.

"You know what!" Ouyang Banxia shouted, frightening the pedestrians around him to cast surprised glances.

"What do I know? …… I don't need to know anything about ......, as long as this thing is done well, you and I will be greatly benefited, if something goes wrong, everyone will be finished together, and even if you are finished, I may not be finished. ”

"The eldest husband should be a hero, if you don't go vigorously, will you be willing? …… If you are willing, you will not meet me,...... You won't be reconciled to ......"

After the voice sounded in Ouyang Banxia's mind, it disappeared again, as if he had seen through Ouyang Banxia, and he didn't want to argue with him anymore, so he wasn't worried at all.

Ouyang Banxia walked back home like a lonely ghost, opened the door, sat on the sofa in the living room, stared at the ground without saying a word, painful and tangled.

At this time, he looked so sad, fragile, and helpless, not at all like Brother Ouyang, who was talking to Yun Xiaotian and cheerful and humorous.

His sister, Ouyang Ruoyu was used to falling asleep, in his room, Ouyang Banxia walked in lightly, looking at the pouting and lovely drooling sister, Ouyang Banxia had mixed tastes, gently asked her cheeks, smiled warmly, helped her cover the quilt, and walked out nostalgically.

Ouyang Banxia walked into his father's former quiet room study and looked at these familiar items, the photo frames of his parents when they got married.

Ouyang Banxia couldn't sleep, and he didn't want to sleep, he just wanted to stay at home for a while.

It's late at night, I don't turn on the lights, I feel dark, and I'm familiar with the bits and pieces here.