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summer

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    Don't know what to say?  I walked back and forth restlessly.  Trying to divert attention to cover up the panic inside.

    I am very tired and very busy.  The hair didn't have time to wash, and it was messy and draped over the shoulders.  Game with hay.

    I don't want to write anything.  I feel that life has passed to the most overwhelmed age.

    The pair of shoes in the window are very nice.  I like things that are simply decorated.  Several black ribbons are tied into a pair of shoes with a unique personality.

    The price is not expensive.  Near the end of summer, 50% off.  I read it three times.  Never made up my mind to buy.  While I was staring at the pair of shoes, the clerk looked back at me with a half-smile.  I probably guessed that I was hesitating, but she didn't come forward to advocate this pair of shoes. Maybe I will buy them without hesitation if I work harder.

    But she didn't.  Looking at me from afar.  That indifferent expression seemed to see through my poverty and harshness at a glance.

    I don't have a pair of sandals yet.

    The environment where I work is not suitable for wearing sandals.  People who have been dealing with scissors for a long time will be afraid of hurting the exposed skin.

    I lived a decadent life.  Stop thinking about reading and writing.

    I am suitable for living alone.  What is loneliness?  Even with a young body, the occasional burst of female hormones

    The new factory building built by the factory department is located in a secluded corner.  You have to go through there to eat in the cafeteria.  In the newly built house, the cold and hard smell of reinforced concrete has not dissipated, and the outer wall has cracked untimely, and is covered with an ugly black liquid. Under the sun, it looks like crawling bugs.

    Shocking.

    That new factory building is not the territory I should enter.

    Maybe you will be curious about the decoration and furnishings inside.  Big and empty.

    Go with colleagues.  The screeching sound of machines can be heard in the distance.  In the vast space, it appears deep and lonely.

    Especially in the dead of night, the wind covers up all the sounds, leaving only the endless darkness, scattered people, and the pale time passing by.

    We are not regular customers, nor do we have the right to enter at any time.  If it says "No Entry for Idlers" posted on the door, it probably belongs to the idler.

    Remembering the previous few times I came to visit because of some trivial matters, I knocked on the transparent glass for a long time, but no one responded.  The colleague who came with me stood there alone. Just as I was about to leave in dejection, my colleague mustered up the courage to find someone who was not familiar with the work here to open the door.  We are outsiders cut off from the outside world.  Maybe I tried my best to stare inward, but what I saw was nothingness.  It is not as beautiful and tactful as the brain imagined.

    I am not familiar with many people.  Just keep the most reasonable distance.  When I'm quiet, I don't say a few words a day, only um, ah.  Talking non-stop all day long.

    A colleague called an acquaintance to open the door.  I should say thank you for my polite way of treating people.  But in the end nothing was said.  Walked in front of him indifferently.  Didn't even take a look.  When working together, there was no deep hatred, and no conflicts occurred.  Not even people understand.  There will be no guilty conscience.  I didn't do anything to shame him or disturb his life.  Why did he become like a stranger.  Perhaps he had paid a little attention to him.  But just pay attention.  Can't make any waves.  I will not disturb other people's peaceful life, and I will not break into other people's life easily.  Keep one-third of your favorite things in the world, and only want to please yourself for the rest.

    I am not as perfect as others imagined.  My growth trajectory has no template.  I would struggle with a hundred yuan of shoes, but I never hesitated to buy a book.  Regarding the diet, it is suitable to be light.  But my stomach has already reached the point where all poisons are invulnerable, and I don't like spicy food.  I love the stickiness of tahini and the taste of hot dry noodles.  In a foreign land, I always want to find something that can comfort my soul.

    I have had enough cynicism from other people.  Why should I care about more people trampling my dignity under their feet.

    I stand at the beginning of my 30s.  30 years old.  Unabashedly 30 years old.  Baptized by the years into the cleanest dust, there is no beautiful appearance, no proud capital.  I don't even have a decent dress.  Standing in the lively crowd always panics for no reason.  The inferiority complex in my bones always suddenly occupies my brain, making me feel at a loss, I just giggle blindly, forget how to speak, and even forget the space I am in.

    I am not free.  Trapped here by the world, playing the most reasonable role in the world.  Be sad for someone else's sadness, be sad for being sad, be happy for being happy.  Even laughing became cautious.

    It rained heavily for many days in a row.  The rain watered the dust of the yearscigarette.  I was influenced by the surrounding environment and deeply integrated into it, forgetting the responsibility and strength I carried.

    August.  I haven't done many things yet.  The blank months kept me busy and fulfilling.

    The idea of ??[Blue Forest] has not yet started.  I spend a long time thinking about it.  I will also put my heart into writing this story.  This is the environment in which I live.  It is something I should write and pursue.

    Any love is an illusory thing on the surface.  Only a sincere and devout heart can illuminate the future.

    summer.

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