Sniffing smoke Before going to work in the early morning, he looked in the mirror on the sink, put on beard cream, and shaved his beard. He wanted to hide the dark circles and puffy bags under his eyes among the birdsong, leaving no trace behind. On the street corner, people come

Sniffing smoke

Before going to work in the early morning, he looked in the mirror on the sink, put on beard cream, and shaved his beard. He wanted to hide the dark circles and puffy bags under his eyes among the birdsong, leaving no trace behind.

On the street corner, people come and go. He was squeezed into the crowd, his steps heavy and weak. As the lights begin to turn on, the journey home from get off work becomes long.

"My life keeps spinning like a top." He patted himself and joked.

"The customer will be here soon, our plan is ready!" Lao Yin reminded with a smile.

"Yes, no problem." He replied angrily.

However, things were not as expected. He slumped in his chair.

Faced with Old Yin's qing expression, he waved his big hands and kept talking: force, resist, fight for...

He didn't hear a word, as if there was a wall between them.

He only stared at Lao Yin's round, hairless head, as if hairs were sprouting out, standing upright, and argued with him.

"Old Yin!" He shouted, the words stuck in his throat.

Tossing and turning, he picked up his phone from time to time to check the clock. It was two-ten, three-twenty in the morning... With his sober mind, he could hear the honking of car horns and the hissing of crickets in the distance.

Hoo ho ho, the wind is blowing outside. He felt that he had entered a nuclear submarine. The crew was very considerate and put a white sheet on his back to prevent him from getting cold. The white hull just accommodated his body and he remained motionless.

He closed his eyes habitually, and the darkness covered him, letting him float in the boundless sea.

The sea breeze whistled in his ears, The seagull spread its powerful wings and called for its child. He has been sunk by the sea. He tried his best but still couldn't make a sound.

The waves beat against his body, and many colorful fish surrounded him, trying to lift him up with their bodies; but he had entered the bottom of the sea, and his body was slowly relaxing. There was a tear in his eye, hanging on his eyelashes, refusing to fall.

The alarm clock danced the swan dance on time. He hurriedly pressed the bell and almost flew out of the window with the alarm clock in his hand.

It started to rain when he came home from get off work. On a gloomy night, he hid under the umbrella of the bakery and seemed to see a familiar figure in the crowd, exactly like himself. That was his old self. His newly opened mouth was covered by Keep out the rain.

Ring Ring Ring opened the phone and saw the message that the mortgage was due.

Midnight, quiet. He is like an owl, looking around. He felt that he had arrived in front of a huge machine. The white body had a thin green strip flashing as the machine rotated. There were rectangles, spheres, and hemispheres rotating around the body, flashing with thin red light, like Snake's letter. When he closed his eyes, it seemed as if his whole body had been hollowed out. He could only listen to his own breathing, traveling to the distant grassland and running in the desolate wilderness. He remembered that when he was a child, on a hillside, the breeze was blowing, and white dandelions were floating everywhere. He caught one and blew it with his mouth. He watched blankly as the dandelions floated away in the wind.

A tear in his eye has dried. The alarm clock rang on time in the early morning, which sounded a bit harsh, but he still got up from the ground, not letting the bed hold him down.

He stood in front of the window on the eleventh floor of the company, looking down at the cars of various brands, styles, and colors downstairs. There is an impulse. The size of the window opened under his eyelids cannot accommodate the thickness of his body. The width is enough. As long as he gently pushes forward with his hands, climbs up the guardrail and jumps, he can not only see the scenery of the ten-story room below. , look at their normal or abnormal life, and the scenery along the way when their bodies fall, look at the tall buildings, look at the white clouds, look at the crowds looking down, look at the girls in the crowd with surprised eyes and covering their mouths, see the eyes of their parents tears in. Of course, he had never thought about the last item, maybe it was too late to think about it.

He reached out to close the window and pressed the window button, as if he had escaped a disaster. Pedestrians downstairs were coming and going as usual. But his heart was surging, and he stood motionless in the middle of the room like a wooden man. I could only feel tears welling up in my eyes, flowing down my cheeks to my mouth.

After get off work, it was already dark. It was still this street, it was still the flow of people coming and going. He was squeezed in the middle and almost drowned. He did not go home directly, but went to the drugstore and lingered in front of the drugstore. There was a long line in the pharmacy, holding the same medicine as him. He looked up at the sky and smiled slightly as he looked at the white medicine bottle in his hand. The white medicine bottle was hidden in the corner of the briefcase and wrapped in a tissue. At this time, the cell phone rang, and his mother told him that his brother, who suffered from manic depression, had not returned home all night.

In the early morning, the cuckoo chirped in the distance, indicating that spring was here. He took out the medicine bottle from his briefcase and held it in his hand. The bottle kept spinning in his palm like a top...

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