The city outside the car window is flowing, and the light and shadow of the neon lights blur into one piece, like an oil painting that has been washed by water. The driver was a silent middle-aged man, and his face in the rearview mirror was illuminated by the car lights. Lu Shiquan suddenly realized that he had never really seen the night of this city - those details that were swallowed up by habit during the day quietly emerged in the silence of the night.
"Have you come here often before?" Lu Shiquan asked the driver.
He smiled: "Almost every day, but tonight the road is a little different."
Lu Shiquan followed his gaze and saw that the traffic lights at the intersection were still flashing, but pedestrians were no longer in a hurry, and the taillights of cars dragged out long light tracks on the asphalt road after the rain. At that moment, she seemed to break out of the set cycle. Time is no longer a streamline, but a meandering river, carrying reflections that will no longer repeat.
But when the car parked at the familiar downstairs and a "7:00" message popped up on his phone, Lu Shiquan realized that a new freeze had quietly begun.
Purpose: True freedom is to be able to live at your own pace after recognizing the truth of life.