Night Falls

In Harbin in early winter, the lights were on at five o'clock. People were in a hurry, waiting anxiously, waiting, and then disappeared into the night. I think they returned home like me, lit a bright lamp, and waited for the return of their families. If I could ignore all material things outside myself, after five o'clock, I would float back to my small home, lie on the bed, and look out the window at the red roofs of tall buildings in the distance without any distractions. Then I would have distractions, and I would just go on being vulgar. It was past five o'clock, and I was waiting. Like so many people waiting with me, I only felt anxious. "To be together, we need to be considerate of each other. If we can be together, we can't pull each other away..." "Wait and see what it means. Can you find someone better than me..." Love is in full swing under the night. At around five o'clock, two boys were slowly running past me. Looking at the sportswear they were wearing and the middle-aged man riding a bicycle behind them, and listening to their even breathing, I was sure that they were middle school sports students. They ran past me with great vigor, but it was a pity that this vigor was not left behind. It's past five o'clock, and there are primary school students on the road. Youth is a stimulant. They are chirping around me, but I am like a monk who has practiced for decades, watching the noise indifferently. Once upon a time, I was so energetic. Looking out the car window at the slowly changing scenery, I began to have no distracting thoughts again. Under the streetlight in the distance, three boys of about ten years old were standing in a row under the dim streetlight with schoolbags on their backs. They all had a book spread out in their hands, reading carefully and carefully. I smiled lightly like an old man and began to guess what the books in their hands were. It's past five o'clock, and the huge poster hanging on Hongbo Shopping Center is still attracting attention. Fei Yuqing, a sissy in her forties, is still smiling tiredly, and her heart starts to get angry for no reason. The damn sissy is here to get money again. It was past five o'clock, and I began to laugh secretly when I thought of my chat with Ami. I have a great plan to commit suicide and become a benevolent person. I will starve myself to death in the glitzy and prosperous age that has just celebrated the 60th anniversary of the motherland. Then the central government will know that it is really difficult for college students to find a job, and then they will solve it and stop expanding enrollment. Then countless junior brothers and sisters will always remember my name. The driving force behind this plan is my courage, but my courage has long been lost, and I have forgotten what this courage looks like. It has become impossible to publish a lost-item revelation. The plan is shelved, waiting for the destined person to complete the plan. After the plan is implemented, my name must be written in the column of the planner. This is called protecting intellectual property rights. It's past five o'clock. I should give you a perfect sheath, but where does perfection come from? Perfection can only be imagined. The night fell darkly, the lights at home were lit, and it was time for me to go home with joy.