He was recently promoted, and his relatives and colleagues came to congratulate him.
He looked full of interest in front of people, saying thank you, saying you're welcome, and saying he was very happy.
He lazily threw his body into the soft quilt and covered his eyes with his arms, as if this would prevent him from feeling the tears overflowing his eyes.
The air is filled with fatigue. No one in this city has seen enough sunshine in recent days, which is probably the most suitable life for a vampire. He sat up and shook his head. The gloomy weather outside the window made him feel even more irritable. He stretched his arms and took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took out one and lit it, then sat on the bed and looked outside and started puffing away. In the mist, he vaguely saw a young man wearing sunshine with a sullen face, shouting to him: Didn't I say I won't smoke anymore?