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She had just come out of prison. In 2007, she was in a bar. Someone at the table opposite me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. This stab lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, there were people all over the street. It's about praying to Buddha, it's cold on a lonely sandbank, etc. It's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. , My heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy. I was also very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago. Familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar one. Man, I woke up crying in the dream. The past cannot be taken back. Now all that is left is nostalgia. I am almost 30 and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone. I don't know how to take the road ahead? The night before her wedding, I secretly came to her house. I saw the words posted on the window at the door of her house and the lights in the house were on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I squatted downstairs and smoked one after another. Soon it was daybreak, and the sound of car horns and firecrackers could be heard in the distance. I knew it was to pick her up. The wedding car came, she was going to be someone else's bride today, she looked very beautiful today, I watched her get into the wedding car, the firecrackers went off, and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy, and suddenly my cell phone rang, it was a text message from her, don't send it, I will be yours in the next life, okay? Forget me, I cried heartbreakingly that day. Not long after, she told me that she saw me squatting downstairs and smoking non-stop that day. She also cried all night and didn't sleep. I have no regrets anymore. Whether it is success or failure, everything is in vain when I turn around. Life is too short for a hundred years. Why should I be obsessed with a result? The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't continue editing.

The subject matter is acceptable, but the writing style needs to be studied.

I like it, but it won't take so long for the stars to align.

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