Decadent, I Stood Up

Eight years ago, I was still a decadent writer with nothing. In addition to writing articles, life is about working, or going back and forth on the way to find a job. The days seem like a wilderness that can be seen to the end at a glance, boring, lonely, without direction and expectation. At that time, I always felt that life was probably like this—— A deserted place with no variables. But fate, just not it. I still remember clearly that it was a particularly bright sunny summer afternoon. Right across from me, A girl moved in. She was bathed in the sun and smiled at me—— "Bang, bang, bang" At that time, there was only one thought left in my mind. Done, My heart is beating so fast. The thoughtful and innocent uncle (30 years old, writer) × the good girl (26 years old, kindergarten teacher) A short piece of abuse. If you don't like it, don't come in. Intention: Seize opportunities and determine the direction of life