Still in the dark night, still on the outcropping balcony, Xiao Haoran drank wine again and looked at the starry sky.

"What is the meaning of human life?" It's not the first time he's asked himself. What's the point? Maybe being alive is where the meaning lies, or maybe being alive is living, and there is no point in living...... He thinks a lot, no matter how he thinks about it, he can always paradox himself, what is meaningless and meaningless, in fact, it exists, it seems to be a contradiction, but it exists in this world...... Drinking and drinking, looking at the bright moon in the sky is still as ancient as before, in this case, Xiao Haoran can't help but think crankily again...... Night, quiet, cold wind blowing, drunk alone, comfortable, haha.

Xiao Haoran likes the night, likes to drink at night, to be precise, he likes to get drunk at night, so that he can relax a little, feel a little more comfortable, and feel a little better......

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