Walking Snow

This novel is an abbreviation of a stream of consciousness essay. Tears, don't be so hasty, let it go home The wind picked up, and the raindrops hanging on my eyelashes slowly dissipated. The drunk man glanced at the raindrops on the ground. She thought he understood, but in fact he didn't. He still walked away with drunken eyes. Last night, he said: I'm sorry, I didn't know you would do so many things for me and write so many things. It turns out it wasn't like this. How could it be like this? We are just friends. At that moment, she wanted to say, tears, don't be so hasty, let them go home. Get it home quickly. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.