His only impression of July was that the rain was cold.

How cold is it?

Probably he was sitting there, wearing the same shorts and short sleeves as the others, but his body was shivering, and it was terrifyingly cold.

"Boss, five more beers." He howled, and his cheeks were still crimson after drinking too much, and his body was swaying, full of drunken appearance.

There weren't many people around, and the little couple passing by would hold hands and look at him twice, probably saying that he had drunk too much, right?

He didn't think he had drunk too much, or else......

Why remember her.

Her bits and pieces, her cuteness, her coquettish anger and even the appearance of sex.

He remembers it all clearly.

It was as if his heart had been crushed by a knife, and he was so painful that he didn't want to breathe.

"The beer is here, little brother, I'm going to close the stall here, why don't you hurry home?" The boss was a fat uncle with a kind face, wearing an apron with oil stains, looking at him with a little sympathy in his eyes.

He didn't understand, why was he looking at him like this?

He doesn't need sympathy!

He just broke up, he didn't need it.

But he didn't say it in the end, he just smiled, his eyes were a little red, and the boss who saw it shook his head and sighed: "It's very common to break up in love, you, go home first, wash and sleep, and tomorrow will be fine." ”

Will it be okay tomorrow?

Are you sure?

His dull eyes gradually became a little brighter, yes, maybe ...... Tomorrow will be fine?

But he thought of what she said, so resolute, so decisive.

It's been six years......

She easily threw their past aside as if nothing had happened.

He would even think that she would be as uncomfortable as he was, and that there was no light in the world.

Or...... She felt relieved......

He didn't want to think about it anymore, the bits and pieces related to her were like Ling Chi.

He got up and looked at the clock on the wall, it was twelve o'clock.

The next day, tomorrow is coming, but ......

He looked at his swarthy arms, and then at his flip-flops-clad feet, and chuckled, laughing, and choked in his throat.

Behold, the rain of July is frighteningly cold, or else...... Why were tears blown out of his eyes by this cold wind?

He didn't know where he was going, probably ...... Will you go home, right?

It was alcohol that paralyzed his brain, and he staggered up to high speed.

It's high-speed, cars are coming and going, maybe......

Extrication.

The word appeared so abruptly, but it was so rooted in his mind that he couldn't wave it.

The rain was also falling heavily, and it was pouring on him, and as if he was unconscious, he held his wine bottle and sat down at a large intersection.

He's thinking about her, yes, he's not promising, he just does.

I always feel unreal, doesn't it mean that people will wake up from dreams after experiencing great pain? But why didn't he?

Is it because he doesn't hurt deep enough?

Heaven seemed to be against him, and no car drove up to end his dream.

He felt bored, so he simply lay on the ground, and the cold rain soaked his face completely, and his whole body was soaked, and he lay like a corpse.

Maybe......

Wouldn't it be nice to be a corpse?

He laughed out loud and watched a car drive by, and he didn't blink his eyes, but was a little lost.

Didn't hit him.

He was so confused that he began to lose sight of reality and dreams.

He seemed to see the driver stop the car and chatter with him a lot.

Was the driver trying to persuade him?

This came from the kindness of the stranger, as if, it also warmed his body a little.

He doesn't remember what happened, only when he woke up again.

It was early in the morning, the sun was shining overhead, the green leaves and grass had been washed by the rain, and the air was mixed with the scent of earth.

And he ......

Lying on a park bench, covered with a piece of clothing, wrapped in the sun.

It seems like......

Such a dream is not bad.