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    This week it was my turn to work the night shift. Due to power cuts, the working hours were delayed by half an hour compared to the past, but it was only 30 minutes, which felt very long.  Especially with the advent of winter, it gets dark earlier.

    At 8:30 in the evening, there were a lot fewer people in the market.  The moonlight is hazy and shrouded in brilliance.

    The wind blows from all directions, and it seems to have no foundation, and it goes straight into the human body.

    There is no special scenery on the way to work.  In addition to the indifferent high-rise buildings built of reinforced concrete, there are asphalt roads that smell like expired milk sugar. Because it is an industrial park, there are very few pedestrians.

    However, in such a desolate situation, one or two elderly uncles and aunts can still be seen, pushing electric tricycles along the street and selling fruits.  They were wearing shabby coats, and their backs looked lonely.

    A city always has traffic extending in all directions, with one street connected to another.  Like I don't have only one way home.

    I also like to go to lively places after get off work.

    Two years ago, when the city hadn't remodeled the old neighborhoods, streets full of fireworks were everywhere.  Many small vendors push tricycles through the alleys, and the things they sell are also very cheap, just like the market in their hometown.

    I am not familiar with this city, I have visited few places, and I am very vague about the directions.  I can't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

    There is a mountain not far from where I live, called Huishan.  Every holiday, I always hear people say that I have time to go climbing.

    I don't know how high that mountain is, anyway, I have never climbed to the top once.

    A long time ago, Shuanghe and Huilong were the places I visited the most, because they were very lively, and although the streets were narrow, there were people coming and going.  Different sounds mixed with the sound of air flow came to my ears, and the fruits and vegetables I needed to buy were placed on the stalls.

    The aunt who sells vegetables will always call me a little girl kindly, which makes me flattered.  Maybe it's closer to life there, so I'll hang out over and over again when I'm bored.

    Later, in order to be rated as a civilized city, the city refurbished all the old streets. The bustling streets of the past are no longer there, only the white painted walls shine sharply under the sun.  The newly paved asphalt road is indifferent.

    after.  I rarely go to these places.  These places are actually pretty close to where I live.  It seems that there are only a few steps away. When there is no more worldly fireworks, I have already lost my sense of intimacy.  I would feel overwhelmed, and I would feel abandoned.

    If someone asks me what is the most impressive place in this city.  I will still answer Shuanghe and Huilong without hesitation.  Until now, the scene of myself walking among small vendors still appears in my mind.

    Reminds me of the scene of holding my mother's hand and walking in the town market when I was a child.

    Mom took money out of her pocket to buy me delicious snacks and toys.  At that time, my mother was still very young, with black hair and dark eyes. Even wearing cheap clothes could not hide her vitality.  I bought a lot of things, but she was reluctant to let me carry them. She pulled me with one hand and held those things in the other.  At that time, I didn't know that time was the most ruthless thing. I just wanted to grow up quickly and earn a lot of money.  I don't want my father to work so hard, and I don't want my mother to worry about money, but when I grow up day by day, what greets me is my mother's aging body.

    Family affection is infiltrated into the bone, and no one can change it.  My acting skills are not outstanding, that's why every role I have in this world is interpreted in a mess.

    Dedicated to the dream with full enthusiasm, what was left to yesterday was a blank regret.

    There are many ordinary people like me on the street.  Running for life, running for the future.

    The rusty dream soaked by the years is hidden in the beating heart.

    I am doing the hardest work, seeing the faces of many people, hearing the worst sarcasm, envious of people who live better than me, and resenting my self-love

    I was born ordinary, living a hesitant life, living a vulgar life, loving purely, neither fighting nor grabbing, neither humble nor overbearing.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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