Song Yi felt that he needed to write something. He had recalled many things before this.
He lived a life of reverse day and night, which he had always done since leaving school, but sometimes it was too much.
Just like today, he got up from the computer desk at two o'clock and went to bed, putting eye drops into his red bloodshot eyes. There is nothing to do in the dark with your eyes closed except remembering. This lasted for more than an hour, but my sleepiness did not increase much, but my chest became more and more tight.
At 3:14 in the morning, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and drove the white business car to Riverside Park. It was just a place he randomly decided for himself, and it was also the first place that came to mind at this moment.
Fortunately he had a car, otherwise he would have regretted it while waiting for a taxi on a deserted street.
Listening to Duran Duran along the way, when he arrived at the bridge entrance, he stopped the car on the side of the road, lit a cigarette, and looked at the black river illuminated by the gray street lights, and he began to reminisce.
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