It was rainy and rainy in autumn in Shanghai. I looked at the pedestrians on the road. There were couples hugging each other under umbrellas, people walking alone on the road with umbrellas, and people running around to avoid the rain. I always felt that I was incompatible with this scenery. I just had an argument with my boss. I was very determined to kill him, but I regretted it when I ran out. My parents are abroad, and I swore that I would never go back until I have achieved something. But here I am. . . . . . .