When he was studying, Yun Xiangrong liked to imagine himself working in society while shopping with his friends. I raised my neck to look at the tall office building, blocking the reference objects next to me with one hand, and counting the floors one by one with the other hand, thinking about the people in each cubicle, what kind of stories would they have? That is the rest of her life.
Later, she began to experience that kind of life. I squeezed nearly two hours of bus and subway rides to go to work every morning, and nearly two hours of subway and bus rides to get off work at night. I fought for my own cubicle in the city's high-rise buildings. Gradually, I began to miss the student life of eating skewers in alleys and counting tall buildings.
People, can they never live in the moment they expect?