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Near night, a person walks on the way home or in the street, smelling the same breath every day, staring at the men and women in front of him. The rhythm of footsteps drives the tired body, and the bag in his hand is tighter, but he is very weak.
I am in a trance and my eyes are dark.
By the way, what to eat? Whatever. I can't talk to myself.
Or that restaurant?
It's too noisy and dirty Everything tastes the same. I can't laugh at that smiling boss every day
I am depressed and helpless to continue chasing the footsteps!
After being in a trance for a while, I still walked into the familiar restaurant, still smiling.
Yo, there you are! ! !
I managed to smile, but it still smells like that!
Still sitting in the corner, the menu is like a worksheet, so familiar.
Close your eyes for a long time. ......
It seems a lot quieter around today.
I'm glad that I can finally eat quietly.
The phone is still so kind, I bend my head and fiddle with the buttons.
Can I sit down? A woman's voice interrupted me.
Someone's coming! I don't look up and respond sarcastically. I hate being disturbed.
Oh, forget it! The soft voice rang again!
I hardly looked up for fame.
She is thin, beautiful, of medium height, wearing a dark woolen coat, wearing perfume, having long hair and carrying a bag like mine. It's just yellow
Please confirm and adopt.