A man walked into the building elevator almost dejectedly. The cold elevator door slowly closed, gradually releasing his weakness. Quiet sadness overflowed in the metal-colored confined space. He was so lonely in a corner of the world.
The elevator is coming, and soon, he will leave. A casual look was right next to this man. He was a young man wearing a black jacket, tall, slender, and elegant.
The man took out a cigarette from his pocket, but the lighter could not light up. It was so natural that the young man handed over his fire. The two strangers had a tacit understanding like old friends for many years.
Then we went drinking together.
Drunk, sober again. The man was already lying on his bed. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the thorns filled the entire bedroom. The oil and gold murals hanging on the walls are particularly brilliant.
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