Life is unsatisfactory, nine times out of ten. Weng Jingliang stood quietly by the window and stared at the long night. The neon lights flashed in the dark night. In fact, he could not see what was outside the window at all. The night is quiet, and people are tired. No matter how tired they are, they can't make Jingliang sleep peacefully. I feel restless, I don't know what I am thinking, or I am not thinking about anything at all. The things in my heart have been accumulated for too long and too much, but I still can't sort them out, let alone where to start.