The way back was easy and there were no landslides and traffic jams.

I didn't want to enjoy the scenery along the way, so I was in a hurry, wanting to rush back early.

He Bin's words last night have been haunting my heart, and I am also very puzzled, to solve this mystery, the only way to solve this mystery is to find some way to understand it after I go back.

Halfway through the drive, a phone rang suddenly, it turned out to be Han Bing calling, I looked at it, it was broken, I forgot to take my clothes, alas, it was all caused by alcohol, I drank too much last night, and my mind was not bright.

Han Bing said on the phone, I went to my room just now, only to find out that I had checked out, they didn't expect me to leave so quickly, what should I do with those clothes?

I said, when I get home, send you the address, you can send it to me. I'm really sorry to forget about it.

It's okay, I know you drank too much last night. Don't dare to disturb your rest in the morning. Alright then, remember to send me an address. You drive slowly, and the journey goes smoothly. Tell me when you get home. She whispered softly on the phone.

As I listened to her voice, I suddenly felt a wave of warmth.

After driving for more than three hours, I finally got home.

After parking the car, I sent the address to Han Bing. She didn't reply, which was a little strange.

I went up with my luggage, and when I walked to the platform on the first floor, I saw Xiaoyong.

"Big brother, long time no see. Where have you been? He looked haggard.

I glanced at him and nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Brother, you don't seem to be resting well, and your face is ......" he lowered his head, "Then I'll talk to you another day, and you can rest early." ”

"Hmm...... You too, don't think about it so much. Things will pass. I comforted him.

I walked forward with my luggage and looked back at him, how did the boy who used to be powerful, sunny and handsome, enthusiastic and sincere, suddenly become a middle-aged man who was extremely haggard?

These days, because I don't have to go to work, I sleep until I wake up naturally every day, but sometimes people are so cheap, when they don't have to sleep lazy, they always want to sleep late, and they can sleep lazy in the morning, but they wake up early and can't sleep back.

Perhaps, there are too many things in the heart.

By about six o'clock, a ray of sunlight was already shining through the cracks in the curtains and reflecting on my face. At that moment, I suddenly thought of a lyric: "The sun turns on the light in the room."

The spider plant on the windowsill is happily welcoming the new day.

I suddenly thought: it's actually good to be an orchid, it's like that every day, facing the sunrise, watching the sunset, even if the growth rate is very slow and slow, but it is always there, not sad or happy.

In a daze, I got up, opened all the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, and at that moment, I suddenly felt an incomparably powerful force, going down from my head to the meridians and blood veins throughout my body.

After so many years of ups and downs, this little thing is nothing. Get up, go outside, do something meaningful—a voice rises in my head.

I put on my tracksuit and shoes and got ready to go for a run in the stadium.

At the entrance of the community, I found a public bicycle and rode to the stadium. On winter mornings, the sun is warm, and pedestrians and vehicles on the road are rushing to take their children to school or work.

When crossing the zebra crossing at the traffic light, I glanced at the traffic and the crowd, and suddenly thought: I have lived in this city for so many years, and I have never looked at the morning street like this, and every day, I am one of the crowds, stopping at the traffic light, and seeing a few pedestrians who are jogging or relaxing in the morning, I always show envious eyes.

Life always keeps us in reincarnation. Occasionally, stopping and letting yourself stop repeating and being monotonous may produce a lot of different feelings.

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As I pedaled my bicycle and passed through those familiar streets, I saw those sanitation workers, vigorously sweeping the fallen leaves on the road; Further on, I saw a large group of aunts dancing excitedly in the square, the music was loud and the movements were very chic...... Seeing these scenes, I suddenly remembered a sentence: a square dance aunt once told me that if she danced fast enough, her loneliness would not catch up with her; An aunt who is a sanitation worker once told me that she has been sweeping these streets every day for more than ten years, but she has not cleaned the flaws in her heart; An uncle once told me that if he rummaged through the garbage carefully enough, he could find his lost self. An uncle who touched porcelain once told me that as long as he acted realistically enough, he could cheat the time that passed in a hurry......

Yes, everyone who walks on this land, who doesn't have their own inner story? Who doesn't have their own loneliness and loneliness? Those vicissitudes of life, there are unbearable, there are joys, there are tears, there are regrets...... But it only belongs to everyone's own heart, and they never want to mention it to others.

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Thinking about it, I came to the stadium.