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silent watch

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    Does true love exist in the world?

    Maybe there is.  Maybe not.

    She was walking in the city shrouded in night.  It's a bit cold.  She wrapped her coat tightly.  There is a woman under the bus stop sign with exquisite makeup.  She is smoking.

    That was the first time she saw a woman smoking.  a beautiful woman.

    She wanted to get close to that woman, understand her, and walk into her heart.  Listen to her tell her story.

    But she walked away.  Just looked at her side face.

    She wants to leave a place.  Search for a suitable location online.  Find the right job.  Self-defeating thoughts come up every day.  It's decadent.

    2020.  She clicked on the calendar on her phone.  Didn't go out of my way to find a date.

    She is waiting for a result.

    Waiting for another return date of life.

    Many people passed by her.  She is proud and willful.  I think someone will take care of her.  But just the opposite.  No one will tolerate her petty temper.

    Slowly, she put away the sharp edges and corners, grinding them together like a mirror.  Hide your sorrows and joys behind the mirror.  That's the dark side.

    No matter who you get along with, there is no need to show an unnatural side.  Because she doesn't owe anyone anything.  No place to feel guilty either.

    She wants to do everything well.  But every time she did it abysmal.

    When she is free, she just stays at home.  Not going anywhere.  Reading a book, in a daze.  Do boring games.

    There will be no soul-connected people in the world.  Even if it takes a lifetime.

    Where she stays is just to stay.  When she comes to a new place, she forgets everything there.

    She is bad.

    Also very hypocritical.

    I only get inspiration when I am in a bad mood.  My grief is the source of my creations.  When I deeply analyze myself.  I saw another side of myself.  Restless, on the verge of love and pain.

    The characters in my pen are all pathetic and hateful.  I create broken aesthetics for them.  Like picking up messy pieces of glass on the ground.  I know it hurts.  But I can't help but want to touch it.

    Yes.  I'm that bad.

    I am very timid.  Always afraid of many things.  Escape is not instinct.  It's a sign of weakness.

    Don't like being asked about things other than work.  I am just me.  It was extra heavy when I was given other roles.  Because I hate other identities.

    2020 is not a special year.  The only difference is that I am no longer taking a long-distance bus back to my hometown.  I will spend the whole Spring Festival in Wuxi.  until work.

    Began to enter the state of adjusting the body.

    After New Year's Day is over, it is a little closer to the holiday.  Imagine a deserted street, a deserted supermarket, and a snack street.  If you don't have time to see the city, can you wander around in style during the few days off?

    There is no endless meal.  There are no relatives visiting here and there.  Lying on the bed and sleeping until the sky was dark, I finally had time to check the unwritten manuscript paper.

    do you know?  I was so eager to have independent time.  You can take the bus for a day.  Listening to the crowd on the bus speaking in a dialect I don't understand.  The place where the bus passes is unfamiliar and belongs to the breath of winter.  Hopefully it will be cold enough for a snowfall.  The white snow covered a city, and everywhere it went was a piece of pure white.

    I will spend my 30s in this city, which I thought was the most important turning point in my life.  Standing on the tail of the 29-year-old, go back and stare at the road under your feet.  Some choices are wrong, but can't be changed.  I took a different path and was destined to pay the price.

    Because I am afraid of losing, I will be stingy with feelings.  Never give affection easily.  As long as you don't pay, you won't think about rewards.  there will be no harm.

    I silently watch my own square inch.  Work hard to plant flowers and plants, and accept the rain from the sun and the moon.  Don't let the darkness and loneliness soak in.  Slowly they will bloom, beautiful and coquettish flowers.

    There will be those who appreciate the flowers that grow when they are longed for, nourished by hope.  Although they are incomplete.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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