Night falls.
She got off the subway at Babaoshan as usual and got on the 527 bus bound for Yongwang Mansion. The air after the early autumn rain was filled with scattered mist, which filled the west gate of Beijing and unknowingly clouded her heart. Why are you here? Gotta come to this place. She didn't know either, she just listened to the song and looked at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window, with neon lights flashing.
She knew that everything was meaningless and she could only walk this road alone. Because probably not all things will have results, it is already rare to meet them. So why? Why did she still come, again and again... She thought about it for a long time but couldn't answer it, so she put it aside. Because it seems that not all questions must have an answer.
I habitually get off the bus two stops in advance, go to the bakery and supermarket, just walk around, maybe buy a bottle of Centennial Mountain, and then walk through the community towards that place. As if she had finally found inner peace, she took every step with determination as her heart beat. He was there, her heart was there.