Lost Consciousness

32-Year-old Yao Tao stood by the river. The river surged and roared, and the waves hit the dam heavily, as if it would overflow in the next moment and sweep away everything on the shore. She took half a step back, wrapped her coat tightly, crossed her arms, and didn't sleep a wink all night. She drove four hours to see the sunrise at three o'clock in the morning, but in the end, the sun was already high in the sky. Yao Tao slowly closed her eyes, her eye sockets were covered with fine red bloodshot eyes, and her eyes were also black and blue. She was holding a suffocation in her heart, and laughed at herself: When a person is unlucky, his teeth will be clogged even if he drinks cold water. Now, even wanting to see the sunrise has become a luxury. Yao Tao sniffed, and the salty smell of the river water hit her face in the river wind. She lowered her head, only to find that her face had already burst into tears. She closed her eyes and began to recall her 32 years of life in great detail. She doesn't know, and she can't figure out how she ended up living like this. Her boyfriend cheated on her, her colleagues stabbed her in the back, and her father was in a bankruptcy lawsuit. What was the wrong move? Was it the phone call that my boyfriend made while hiding in the dark five months ago? Or was it the meaningful look in my colleagues' eyes at the dinner a year ago? Or was it the moment four years ago when the board of directors of my father's company began to undergo turbulent changes. It seems to be, but it seems to be neither. Yao Tao frowned. She desperately wanted an accurate answer and an explanation for this sudden encounter, but she overestimated herself and underestimated her fate. It's like a Möbius strip with no beginning and no end, interlocking and interlocking, with nowhere to escape. Yao Tao curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner, having no idea of ​​the answer. Her feet began to randomly kick the gravel on the shore, and the stones fell into the river with a plop sound, like the sudden notification sound in a puzzle game. "Yao Tao! Are you crazy?" A hand with clearly broken bones suddenly grasped her arm tightly. Yao Tao turned around and bumped into a familiar face. The man was no longer as dignified and refined as before, his face was haggard, and his eyes were filled with eagerness. The autumn wind ruffled his hair, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his brows were knitted as tightly as Yao Tao's, his eyes were red, and his eyes were obviously black and blue. His voice was high, and his tone was urgent and rushed: "Yao Tao, are you still thinking about it? Are you crazy? Is your endurance so bad?" Ah, this is Lu Yipeng, It turns out the answer is here. It's Lu Yipeng. The answers to all the questions were put before our eyes from the beginning. Looking back on Yao Tao's 32 years of life, there was no moment when he was truly separated from Lu Yipeng. From the moment Lu Yipeng moved into Yao Tao's house, fate began to throw one problem after another to Yao Tao. – Imperfect characters, women are not men's virgins, mind wandering in unexpectedly Intention: Walk forward with your head held high and your chest high