I haven't seen her for a few days, I really want to see her, I'm afraid of meeting her when I go in, but when I think about it, the light inside is dim, and it's not easy to find out. Thinking so, I walked up and followed him to the door of the bar, but he stopped and said, "I'm not going in." Zhang Ming kicked him and said, "Go back and be a good person." He went in by himself, Fang Qiang left the door of the bar, and walked around alone. From time to time, I looked at the door of the bar, and people from all directions gathered to walk there, groups of young people, and lonely teenagers, old men who walked, and women who were late, entered the door, and people came from afar. He estimated that the wine table inside was full of people, the strong music, the women with bare breasts, and the crowded footsteps on the dance floor. He silently prayed to God, to bless the girl he loved not to be hurt.

It was just after nine o'clock, and she wouldn't leave work until after midnight, and there were still a few hours left. When I was tired of walking, I went over and sat on the steps and looked at the door of the bar. Life has gone a long way, thinking that my high school classmates should be graduate students, exploring science, creating miracles for human happiness, thinking about being on the streets without a future, struggling for survival, and the good times of youth walking away from the eyes, but not being able to keep it gone, at the mercy of fate. Regret is useless, time can't go back, so there will be no regret medicine, it can only be said that it is not too late to make amends, at this moment fate to grasp the backbone of life, in a limited space, do not let the candle of life dim, even if it is a firefly-like light, but also inject enthusiastic hope.

That one look can bring you into love, you can't come out, enjoy romantic feelings in love, and also mess up the empty cloud of love for love. Expect her to come out of that doorway, oh God, you give God the power to call the wind and the rain, and not wait long. God is a cold-faced god, he is not easy to be emotional, and he knows that men temper men in the grind, but God is easily swayed by women, because he is also a man.

There is always something in and out of the bar, it is a paradise where thousands of people embrace, with money you can grow wings to swim, dancing girls, holding your hand, touching your chest, dancing on money, in the twisted joy, if there is a loss, if there is something gained, in the memory of life left a time that cannot be looked back.

The sky was illuminated by the lights, like clouds in the western sky, covering the sky, with no stars and no moon. Cars come and go, and there are fewer pedestrians. The spring breeze was blowing at night, and he felt a little cold, so he stood up and walked around. He looked at the door of the bar, and people came out one after another, like bees in the morning. He couldn't stand at the door, he was afraid of meeting Zhang Ming, and he couldn't meet Love, he walked away slowly, walked towards the night market, stood in the light and shadow, and looked at the door. About half an hour passed, and fewer people came out, and the wine girls also came out.

Zhong Qing came out, followed by the two sisters left and right, she looked to the right, and walked again. Her sister laughed and said, "Your boyfriend didn't come tonight, could it be that he was scared away?" Zhong Qing smiled and turned to look to the right, and said, "No way." They walked over and walked towards the night market, Fang Qiang was afraid of being discovered, so he hurriedly hid in the corner and watched them sit in the night market. A man looked at her silently, with her head half-bowed and sullen, and her sister brought the potato chips to her mouth, and said, "Eat, what are you thinking?" Her sister smiled and said, "Miss the man." Her sister said, "Between people, especially between men and women, as long as you shout your lover's name, his heart will hear it. She smiled, sat up straight, and shouted with her hands in a loudspeaker: Fang Qiang, I miss you, where are you?