The First Half of My Life on the Way Home

She smiled, with a bit of bitterness in her smile, "Go back quickly, it's getting dark soon." I walked down the dimly lit stairs filled with clutter, and heard a soft click of the door closing behind me, cutting off the brief warmth and reality inside the door. Get on the bike and leave this dilapidated but vibrant old city, rejoining the well-ordered main road where the lights are on. The city's neon lights are still flashing and dazzling, but they seem to be separated by a transparent and cold film, and they can no longer shine into the heart. He knew that he had just returned from a real but unbearable world to a decent world filled with hypocrisy and depression. But his heart seemed to have been left behind in that small house that was full of musty smell, but also had the aroma of home-cooked food and dim light.