you are the minutiae of the world

Liu Yueming felt that he was himself only when he was himself, in the dead of night, in the bedroom where there was only room for a bed, a table and a wardrobe. Only in this way would he be able to relax a little bit. The humble, flattering, hypocritical smile was slowly put down, and then, that bland face would not show any expression, it was just so cold and relaxed.

Loneliness and emptiness have always been with Liu Yueming, since he can remember, when he was about seven or eight years old?Maybe at that time I didn't know what emptiness and loneliness were, but I just felt that the world was separated from him by a layer of tulle, which seemed blurry to look at, and I didn't know if it was real when I touched it.

Liu Yueming got off work very late today as usual. He has experienced too many times the appearance of twelve o'clock in the middle of the night in S City. He dragged his heavy body and walked step by step to the rented room. Although S City is a first-tier city, it can be late at night. There are still very few pedestrians on the road, and even if there are, they are still in a hurry.There are still cars passing by on the road under the bright street lights, and there is no daytime congestion. At this moment, the wide road allows these cars whose speed is limited during the day to run fast, and they are speeding.

There are occasional 24-hour convenience stores on the side of the road, but they are quite deserted. Those shops of various colors during the day are also dark at the moment. Walking through the residential area, there are sporadic lights in the tall buildings, either in the shape of rectangles or squares.

Occasionally, Liu Yueming would look up at those rectangular lights with somewhat blurred borders, and then wonder, are the people in these lights a family, and can they all feel happiness?

Liu Yueming never knew what happiness was, he didn't even understand what happiness was.

The resettlement house in the back of the bustling urban area is, of course, rented. His financial strength does not allow him to buy a house of his own, even though he has had countless thoughts about owning a home.

However, he knows that he is not worthy, how can a pervert deserve to have these?

After walking to the towering buildings, the light of the street lamps can no longer penetrate the layers, and the place immediately becomes dark. The further you go, the more it feels like an urban-rural junction. The asphalt road is no longer visible, only the cement pavement remains. Just the road, and occasionally there are dim lights in the seven or eight-story dilapidated buildings beside the road, but they can't illuminate the road.Liu Yueming has been walking this road for five years. With his eyes closed, he can describe the shape of this road. Without lights, he can walk home safely and without hindrance.

Stopping in front of the last building, Liu Yueming took out his keys, only to find that the big iron door downstairs had been broken at some point, the lock was pried open, the big lock was pulled out, and hung on the door , Liu Yueming didn't have the intention to study it, he didn't even look carefully, he opened the door and went upstairs.

Almost all of them live in this house who come to work in City S from other places. They may be a family, or single men and women. They may look different, but they are equally poor. Because the rent here is cheap, it attracts many poor people like him. Of course, these people are not very particular. Not only are there no lights in the corridor, but there is even a faint smell. It is the garbage these people put at the door. The weather is too hot, so they did not put it away in time Clear away, there will be a natural taste.

However, Liu Yueming was already used to it. He shrugged his shoulders, slightly arched his back, and slowly climbed the stairs, depressed and depressed. He lived on the third floor, in the middle of the building, and he couldn't go up or down.

Back in the rental house, turn on the lights, turn off the door and lock it, take off the shoes on your feet, throw them at the door, put on slippers, drag your tired body and turn on the lights, all the lights in the house, living room, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom .

The night is too dark, Liu Yueming is afraid, he is afraid of the dark, only the light can give him a little bit of comfort.

There is no furniture in the small rental house, a dilapidated folding table in the living room, a few folding chairs with embroidered traces, an old-fashioned electric fan covered with dust, and the scattered garbage that was not picked up. There is nothing else in the room, it is quite deserted, only the slightly yellowish and mottled walls are illuminated by the lights on the roof, highlighting the temperature from the human world.

To say that the only place in this house that has a breath of life is probably Liu Yueming's bedroom.The bedroom is very small, there is only room for a bed and a chair under the closet.There was an unfolded quilt and a lone pillow on the bed. Clothes were piled on the chair, unworn. The curtains in the bedroom were opaque, and the room would be plunged into darkness when drawn.

Liu Yueming took off the clothes on his body, took them off cleanly, and went into the bathroom with sweaty clothes in one hand and clean pajamas in the other.