The Portable Space of Freedom in the Apocalypse

The unique writing style is what motivates me to read on, but the author should know that it is easy to fail when writing about the superpower apocalypse. I don't want to lose this book (student party member)

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 drove 400 kilometers overnight and rushed to the downstairs of her house. I saw the word "Happy" on her door downstairs and the lights in the room were still on. I didn't dare to disturb her. I took a few bottles of beer from the car and sat on a park chair downstairs at her house. After finishing the wine and smoking a pack of cigarettes, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew that the car to pick her up was coming. Today she was going to be someone else's bride. Unfortunately, the groom was not. Me, 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 a text message came from my mobile phone. It was... From her. She said, "Don't give it away. I will marry you again in the next life. Just forget me." In fact, she had been watching me drinking and smoking from behind the curtain that night, and she cried all night... My heart hurt like countless needles that day. I cried and was very sad. I wish her happiness. Although the groom is not me, but the bride... I have loved... I have no regrets. Whether it is success or failure, everything is in vain, life or death. Life is only a hundred years old. Why should I be obsessed with a result? The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my mobile phone, but my mobile phone still has power, but the car ran out of gas on the way back. Is there any friend who can lend me 3,000 yuan for gas?

It feels a bit old-fashioned and the setting is not good.

Don't talk nonsense, write a good book and we will read it carefully, and the recommendation votes will not be less. There is also a group where I want to see what your wife looks like and use this to find a good wife!

Keep working hard, we are your strong backing, face setbacks bravely, smile at life, come on!

When the power level is high enough and the reaction speed is fast enough, you can put away all bullets, missiles, etc. When they are close to you, and then blow them back to the enemy (hidden weapons are ineffective against pig horns) Author, come on! ! !

Don't give me the whole group, (make up the number of words)

The beginning is good, I hope it doesn't collapse later, please give it a try, author

Let's not talk about saving my parents. The rescue captain can understand that too. Just go get the sword and start doing various things. The simplest thing is to start suicidal yourself. Started to put it on. Floating

Sad, am I going to give up on this book? I have been chasing books for several months, alas, goodbye.