painless gl

I was walking on the road, and the lights were on.

This is a small city, and it gets dark very early in this season, so it is not bustling and busy, but there are also people struggling to make ends meet.

The lights on the side of the road are a little old, and they are on and off, casting sparse shadows of leaves. When the wind blows, they will sway and sway all over the ground.

I can't say whether I like or hate this city, it's just too familiar and I'm just used to it.I have long been used to this city, the rhythm here, and this kind of life.

Too many people pass by each other and meet each other by chance, and encounter and parting are staged every day, but recently I always think of that figure and that strange woman.I am also used to selectively forgetting many things, forgetting when I forget, this is my life principle, but occasionally I still think of her sitting by the window inadvertently.

Maybe it was because of the first such request, the first time someone wanted me to sit quietly with her for a while, saying that being with me felt at ease.

It's ridiculous, I may not be able to forget her who I've only met a few times and is destined to never meet again.

She is so special.But I want to hang on and continue this kind of life.Perhaps it was because this kind of life was too dull like stagnant water, she added a touch of surprise.

She's different from everyone I've ever met.

Shaking his head and smiling, he laughed at himself for thinking too much, half of the journey back was over, because he had no money, and the rented house was far away from the coffee shop.

So being poor is not the original sin, thinking about it makes me want to laugh out loud.

The result I got was that I really laughed out unconsciously. With such a sincere thought, passers-by looked at me like I was a fool.

Well, the second fool is the second fool, then I am also a second fool who sees through the truth of life.