One day in June, I was alone without friends or family.
This is my choice, no cigarettes, no beer. I know, this kind of life. I was sure that I needed to live like this. This is indeed the case. Write every day. Self-deprecation every day. Then, pain. No cigarettes, no beer. No friends or family. I think like this and live like this.
The scorching sun shone on my back, making it scorching hot. Fingers are cold. Maybe one day there will be such a person, hold a parasol for me, and then look at me and smile, the corners of his eyes will be slightly raised. Saying words that I can't hear, at this time, I will say to him, thank you.
Then leave.
This is my life, constantly looking at the hypocritical faces of others, showing their disgusting looks. Then he left awkwardly. My heart is clear. Fingers tremble slightly.
I expelled those guys who were talking nonsense one by one. They said, how could you do this? How could you do this? The next second, they began to wander, wandering in the hearts of others and me. I watched without making any sound. A kind of Mi Fei's breath spreads out. In everyone's heart, a huge shadow is painted. They are poisonous.
After the nonsense, I heard their fierce words, curses, sarcasm, and insults. I listened and listened. He moved his fingers in the sun, blushing.
Finally, they left my sight, like this, like this. ． ． The past started to get ugly.
It was a phantom, that's all.
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