Tear Love to Pieces

Before I start again, I want to say something that I really want to say in my heart. I had been away from home for several years, and suddenly I felt very attached. Being alone is very helpless, especially at night. An energy-saving lamp that emits white light, a bed that is larger than a single and smaller than a double, a simple cloth wardrobe, a washbasin, a suitcase, and a TV have become my nest. This is quite frugal! It's been a long time since I've been this confused, just lying on the bed quietly, leaning against the bedside. Holding the pen, holding a notebook that was brought back from nowhere at that time or place. After a pause, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it. Inhaling and exhaling the smoke, I am confused, but I don't know how to hold the pen and move my face. Turns out I'm just a clown. Thoughts kept swirling around in my head. Oh, flicking the ash, it was very bitter after taking two strong puffs, so I just extinguished it in the ashtray. Yes, it's time to write something. I don't know how many nights I've passed,... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.