Share a little story, I remember that when I first joined the work a few years ago, I was full of spirit and pride.

For some specific reasons, the people around me are also deliberately pleased.

Although I had just graduated from college at that time, I still had the subtlety and youth of my student days, but I felt that life was really good at that time.

Time always turns around, and when a specific reason doesn't exist, although I have become a little more mature and become more bent and welcome, the people around me can't avoid it.

However, there will always be a but in life.

There is such a girl, when you are proud of the spring breeze, every time you meet, you don't speak, and you always walk past you with a wooden expression.

When you are spurned by thousands of people, she can smile and simply talk and laugh with you in front of all the people who spurn you.

I still don't understand why the girl is like this, we don't know each other well, and we don't have a work relationship.

The only commendable thing I've ever done to her is to help her do a tiny, insignificant thing.

People are indeed different, and the people I used to help now have a cold and unsmiling expression on me.

This girl who seems to have no intersection at all can smile at me in front of everyone in front of the world, and that smile is the most beautiful I have ever seen.

I don't know if she was grateful, sympathetic, or just in a good mood at the time.

But that laugh ignited my heart, which was gradually cold, in an instant.

According to the bloody drama at eight o'clock, we will slowly get to know each other, fall in love, and marry me after helping me out of the predicament.

But life is life, and there isn't so much to fantasize about.

We didn't have much to do with each other, just the occasional laugh and chat, and each conversation didn't last more than three minutes.

In the end, I left.

And so the story ended without an end.

According to the process, at the end, there should have been some sensational chicken soup, but because the writing is too bad, I really can't stir up anything.

I would like to end with a bad poem that I wrote in junior high school that is not a poem, and I remember that I was the king in vain.

Today, the smile of the world is indifferent, and the lonely ruins are secretly smeared.

PS: Thank you Zhushuyi and Jade Emperor God for your support, at least I know someone is reading this book, thank you.