As always, another night is coming. In late autumn, the night in Chongqing also came early, and the colleagues had already left one by one, because there was a place called "home" waiting for them. I turned off the computer, said goodbye to my mother-in-law who was cleaning, and walked out of the office with a briefcase that was not heavy.

The damn elevator is always so slow, it takes a minute to get from 1F to 6F. But once I got used to it, I got used to using this time to think about where I should go and what I should do after work. It just gave me a space to imagine freely. Today's weather is not bad, and the rain that has been lingering for more than ten days has stopped, but unfortunately I was busy in the office when the sun was shining. But it doesn't matter if it's raining, the rain is very light anyway, so it's nice to take a walk and enjoy the rain scene. The stomach is singing "Empty City Strategy", or think about the actual problem. There seems to be a plate of ham left over from yesterday in the refrigerator, dinner should be enough for me, and there is no place to buy vegetables at this time, tomorrow is Sunday, there is nothing special this week, you can go shopping without working overtime and have a good sleep.

The elevator finally went from 1F to 12F and then back to 6F, and I couldn't rush it, and I didn't care about waiting for this little time, there was still so much time to arrange in one night. Rest for me seems to be torturing myself, funny, many people have been looking forward to the rest time since Monday, many times I hope there is no Sunday, some say I'm a workaholic, I don't know if it's yes or no, but I really enjoy the fun of concentrating on work, but sometimes there is still a feeling of helplessness, as if only the busyness of work can forget a lot of things. There was already a lady in the elevator, and she smiled at her, not knowing whether her smile was stiff or friendly, but she smiled, and she felt the muscles of her face shake a little unnaturally because of this smile. They all work in the same building, and they are a little polite, and they are used to the smile she reciprocates, and who knows if they are really smiling at me, just like I don't know if I am really smiling, and sometimes it is really ridiculous to think about it. Hypocrisy is what people are accustomed to doing and accepting. It's so weird in this world, it's not strange that nothing happens. It's almost 19:00 when I look at the watch, why does she only get off work at this time, as if I remember that all the offices in this building are our company at the latest, and they get off work at six o'clock, don't you know where to go like me? It's unlikely, who's like me! God, I just noticed that the lights on the 1st floor are on, what am I going to do, I don't have a car, but people go to the parking lot. No wonder, maybe it's the CEO of that company, but unfortunately it's not my boss, otherwise I have to say something if I don't see me working so hard! In fact, who knows that there are many reasons why I don't have a place to go! Forget it, don't think about it, it's already on the 2F, hurry up and press the button on the 1F, or you will have to take the elevator up again after a while, and it's strange not to be laughed to death.

The concierge at the gate is always very polite, and will open the transparent door for me when I am about to walk to the door. But I don't know what's going on, if I want to say "thank you" in Chinese like this, I really don't know how to choke on the position of my throat, but I can say "Tha."

k you" seems to be very smooth. People who don't know still think how good my English is, but in fact, I only know that I have been returning English to the teacher for more than ten years since I came out of school, and I can still remember a few simple words. I always feel a little ashamed to look at these concierge ladies, why do my parents give us this short figure, everyone can be more than 1.70 meters, plus high heels to set off a tall figure, ashamed, ashamed, ashamed! So often you can only pass sideways and keep a certain distance. Hehe, fortunately, there is Lao Pan's sentence "Science proves that everything that is concentrated is the essence", or I can't find a suitable reason to laugh at myself.

After a day of office shutdown, the air outside is much better. He let out a long breath and released all the foul gas in his body that had been provided for a day, and his mood seemed to be much lighter.

Although the "no honking" rule has long been implemented in the main urban area, it is not only the horn that makes the car noise. Now there are many people and cars on the street, lazy to wait for the traffic light to cross the street, Chongqing has been good in recent years, there are many places to cross the street, there are a lot of pedestrian bridges, there is an overpass and two sidewalks from the company to the station, and then cross the street where there are fewer people and fewer cars. I am most afraid of hearing the sound of sudden braking when the traffic light changes, as if I am trembling in my heart. Chongqing is a place where people are in a hurry, and there are always good feelings and bad feelings, which is the personality of Chongqing people! Sometimes what's the use of thinking about being in a hurry, why are you really in such a hurry! Hey, that's the way the humanities are, doesn't it mean that the more national it is, the more valuable it is, but I think the people who say this probably see the good side. When outsiders come to Chongqing, they can't always adapt to the swear words, but in fact there is no malicious intention, but it may have something to do with the cultural origin. If you have friends coming to Chongqing, don't think you're scolding you, there will be such language between really good friends. This form of respect may be strange and hard to accept, but it's a local characteristic. But now there are more and more people who speak Mandarin, and there is no such nickname in Mandarin, so there is no need to worry about accepting or not accepting.

There were already a few bewitching women sitting in the lobby of the hotel next to her, saying that they were women because they didn't know whether to say "women" or "girls", and they couldn't see their specific age with heavy makeup. The night had just begun, and it was not yet dark, and these people were too "industrious" to give them any reward for this. No matter what "work" has to come step by step, but "hard work" should always be praised, otherwise where do so many people go to spend time at night, and part of the country's policy to ensure cash flow still depends on these to implement the flow. No one knows how long this situation will last. Money always has to be spent to develop the economy, and when the money is put into the bank, who will drive the sustained growth of the economy? Haha, the phrase "what exists must make sense" seems to be particularly obvious in this regard. I just don't know how long this existence can exist, and one day without corruption, all this may not have a reason to exist. This night, I don't know who is drunk, and who is buying and who is selling. The hateful thing of money has always grasped the vulnerability of many people, and they are willing to be the "captive" of money and bury their hearts. When the devil of money devours the soul, the living body is actually an empty shell of the walking dead. I really don't know whether to be sad because of the loss or to cheer for the loss of care, the contradiction is not just the two people who trade, it seems to fill every corner of the whole society, whether it is in the sun or in the dark shadows.

To the opposite side of the station but still don't want to cross the street, or walk better, really don't want to go when you take the car again, now the means of transportation is always growing much faster than the development of the road, who called us a big country with a population of more than one billion. Although there is no rain in the sky, and there is no gentle caress of the rain, in this crowded street and crowd, in addition to my own heartbeat proving that I still have life, the surrounding crowd can also give me a real breath to prove the existence of me and this society.

The bright lights on the street and the darkness in the alleys behind the street are in stark contrast, the night has come, the charm of the night begins to unleash at this time, and the faces become real but also a little terrible under the cover of the night. The insidiousness behind the hypocritical smiling face is always ignored, after all, there is such and such danger in the night charm is the real human nature. Merchants who open shops and traders who do small business actually have the same intentions, whether it is the era of market economy or not, consumers are always weak, this law is eternal, Einstein's theory of relativity seems to have become a wrong law here. "Zhumen wine and meat stink, there are frozen bones on the road" These poems from hundreds of years ago are still reflected in the same way now, just look at the person who is looking for something in the garbage can, no one knows what he is looking for, a mouthful of leftovers to survive or clean up the white garbage for the city, maybe there are any hopes and dreams, who really understands!

Chongqing still has a lot of local characteristics that have been stubbornly preserved, which is often debated in newspapers and magazines. It used to be like a middle-aged man eating hot pot in the sculpture of the most prosperous Liberation Monument pedestrian street in the city center. With the simplicity and satisfaction of shaking a fan with an open face, this is the most representative appearance of a Chongqing person when eating hot pot. But some people say that this affects the image of Chongqing people to the outside world, I don't know what the people who say this think, but I don't think that's right, or the children who pee in the city of Rome will also damage the image of Rome? This is the characteristic of a city, at night, as long as the street is not a busy section, there are always some roadside hot pot restaurants that are thriving, and although many people go to decent restaurants or restaurants to eat hot pot, but it is the small hot pot restaurants on the street that are really prosperous and affordable. It is said that in Chongqing, hundreds of hot pot restaurants open every day, and at the same time, hundreds of hot pot restaurants are closed, and the competition is too great, just like most people in the Northeast can make good dumplings, most people in Chongqing can also make good hot pot. But it may seem incredible to outsiders that it doesn't feel as good as it does on the street in their own homes, but this is the local culture of Chongqing.

The way home was always unfeeling, maybe I didn't care about the loss of time, but my steps were always sticking to the usual rhythm. People's habits are not formed in a day, so it is difficult to change, and I have not thought about changing, the fast pace seems to be the life of modern urbanites. Sometimes it really feels funny, and why can't you slow down if you're not in a hurry or anything, even if it's a deliberate reminder to return to the existing speed for a while! I prefer to let the work be done one by one in my hands and then adjust my rest time, I feel that there is no burden in this way, which also determines that I always like to live my life clearly. Look at the old couple on the street and think about it, I really envy such a feeling of affection, and I hope they will not only grow old together like now, but also be together for a long time. The aroma of hot pot has always accompanied my itinerary, I like the tempting taste, but I don't feel anything when I eat hot pot alone, even if the beer is bitter in my mouth, there is no mellow feeling of wheat aphid at all.

This street is not the most lively time, but this street is the most real street, and the pedestrians on the street will always have a sense of relaxation in their leisure walk after dinner, just like I haven't gone to fill my "Five Organs Temple" now, but my mood is relaxed, and I can think about a lot of things that I can't usually think about without being disturbed a little. In the past few years, working in the company seems to have no such relaxed mood in the early years, only at such times I will think of letting my singing voice sing softly along the way, although not completely let go, but I don't care what passers-by think, say I'm happy, sad or bad, anyway, I want to go there and sing there, from "how can you still be so gentle" to "the third day", from "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" to "sunset drunk" each is not a special mood, but each capital is full of my true feelings, This kind of song may not be very good, but I believe that this kind of singing can make you intoxicated by people who are attentive.

It was already getting dark, and the newly built "Egongyan Bridge" was just ahead. I can tell that I have walked about four kilometers, because in the morning I changed trains from here, and when I was too late, I took a taxi to the company, and a few dozen meters before the company just jumped the lowest starting mileage, but there was no way to get off before the jump, which was a section of the road where parking was prohibited. Private cars can also be seen when there is no police, stop and go, taxi you give him the courage he doesn't dare. And there is a viaduct here that you can't go to the front to sit, or walk through the pedestrian tunnel under the viaduct, then it is better to take the bus at the station, and the time may have to be saved, because this viaduct really takes a bad time to pass from below. I can't afford to pay nine cents more for a taxi, and I want to be a day's salary when I first go to work. It's been more than ten years in a blink of an eye, and people don't know if it's really old, anyway, if you forget to shave your beard that day, you can't do it, or you can't go to work.

The bridge is really long, and I don't remember the specific length, but it takes about ten minutes to walk through, and it is faster than me, but the bridge is still relatively quiet, and few people walk over the bridge, because it is not the main traffic artery for the time being, but slowly many vehicles will pass by, and it will be lively enough at that time, and I will be miserable, because my home is on the side of the road on the approach bridge of the bridge, and now I sometimes have to get up in the middle of the night to close the window. Standing on the bridge and looking at the bridge, I suddenly felt that the Yangtze River is not very wide, although the traces of the river are so wide, but that is only during the rising water, and more than half of the year is only half the width of the river. At night, I don't know if the water is clear or muddy, but now the pollution is not small, and I don't feel the same as when I was a child. The dry silt on both sides of the river is even more blurry in the night, and the edge of the river can only be seen faintly in the reflection of some lights.

The whole city may not feel much about the wind, but in some places it is crazy even if it is not strong, and this is the case on the bridge, the clothes are already attached to the skin of the body, and it will be best to draw the curves of the body, no need to think about it, no need to guess, and no need to worry about the clothes covering up the curves, all the lines are obvious in the wind. I like the feeling when it's windy, at least I feel that the cool wind gives me sobriety, not addiction and impulsiveness. On the bridge I was able to sing louder, to say everything in my heart out loud, because no one could hear it but myself, and even if I could hear it, it was no longer complete. There are few cars and few people, it seems to be another world or a space that is not so polluted for the time being, I like this kind of space, there is no interference, no fighting, only a few people walk by occasionally, there is no hostility, no love and hate.

The bridge is getting shorter and shorter in sight, but the mood is getting longer and longer, and the time is always very short. Home is not far ahead, and that's just a place for me to rest and be tired, the roadside pastry shop is still open, buy a bag of toast tonight, forget it, and save the plate of ham until tomorrow when you want to cook.

The night is really coming, the quiet people and the not quiet streets and the heart that can't be calm will be the most real words in the pen.