The leaves fell.
Cheng Zhi breathed out a deep breath.
The bus is coming.
She followed the crowd into the car.
On weekdays, there were few people at lunch, so she chose a seat in the last row. His body slumped, his head pressed against the car window, swaying, his eyes half-closed, and his arms resting on his legs. The whole figure looked like a well-fed house cat, nestled in the sun, its body was warmed by the sun, and its eyelids were lazy and closed after a while.
Easy, really not easy.
You can sleep peacefully, no longer have to work hard and feel the days when there is no light.
Very nice.
It would be better if he were alive.