There are three types of men around me, seven of them like Wang Xiaojian; one who looks silly but has a mouth that is red from drinking cranes, always exuding a two-hundred-and-fifty temperament; and there is another man who has a long way to go and is broad and profound - Ren Bo.
I found that all the foreshadowings had been written for me, just so that I could get married to him, but the author had no follow-up text. I stood outside the auditorium, and no matter how long I waited, I could not wait for the float to pick me up.
What should I do, wait where I am? Or take the initiative? Or run away.
Should you wait? Move? Or run away?