The moment Xie Jing opened the door with the fast food, he was suddenly stopped. He heard the conversation between the two boys at the table next to him, a sentence that was so familiar yet so far away. In Xie Jing's memory, there was once such a person who said to him: "Jingjing, don't go up yet, hide in the grass, wait until I beat them to a bloody pulp, and you come up and collect them."
Xie Jing didn't know how he got back to his place. As soon as he walked in, he was completely exhausted. He didn't turn on the light. He lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, and his thoughts couldn't help but start to wander.
Xie Jing felt as if his soul had left his vagina and started wandering around in this empty house, leaving him alone. He didn't know when he started this kind of life of a walking dead again. Everything around him was colorful and bright, shining with the colors that their lives should have. But I seemed to have turned gray, as out of place as the black and white images on the color TV. Like an outsider, I had fallen out of the normal track of life. And the only pillar that supports her survival is probably the memories from six years ago.
During the day, I would work and eat like a normal person. However, every time in the dead of night, the longing rushes toward him like a raging tide. This memory is like poison, eating away at himself, but only memories can make him dreamlike and forget his own situation, as if he was still by his side when he was 17 years old. Xie Jing's thoughts suddenly drifted far away