The sloping rain, the rain stopped for a while, and I heard that it was the rainy season. There are endless magazines, some of which are from 2011, 12 or 13 or earlier. In this way, it can be seen that some of them are butterflies and shrimps, which are proved by the future.

At noon, typing on the mobile phone, like rain, like a dull one. My old classmates called me and asked me if I wanted to change jobs? Now that the economy is so bad, will I always be selling my house? What can I say? From the beginning to the end, until my job abandons me! But by that time, I must have been obsolete by time!

The sloping rain was pouring down again, and I couldn't sleep, but I still fell asleep quietly, and in the last shift of my former company, the noisy sound of talking could not stop my sleepiness. Woke up, saw a message and asked (Actually, I once received some questions, but I didn't say it because I thought it was not special, this is a bit non-slang, and it's also a little philosophical.) "Brother Long, you have read countless people, what kind of person do you think is a person?" It can be seen that this book friend knows me quite well. It's not quite a talent in the eyes to ask this question.

Most of them are not people, most of them are private people, there are very few people in heaven and earth, there are a little bit of first-class people, and everything else is private, but why do I want to express my own opinion? Just stop there, admit it! This is a world full of private. Just like my book is full of personal feelings, it is okay to say that it is love.

In the end, I waited for the last one, the one who existed in the world, Yao. I have read countless people, but I don't know what kind of person is Yao, who exists in the world. But I knew he would definitely come, because I was leaving, and my process was over, just as life doesn't last forever. The world exists zài - Yao.

I was replaced by the wrong person, I was replaced by the person who learned this wrong judgment and went through it, and I was ready to be born again.

He was hit, and he didn't flatter him in a crazy posture, and his overly perfect life would definitely be unbearable, unable to love, and unable to escape. Love to say that if there is no regret, I will give you regrets, and if I don't miss it, I will meet it.

He whispered to me, people can't believe it, because real people are too difficult, and too little, he told me to escape, to escape from this false place.

There are too many people who gather money for hegemony and gather people to call themselves kings and gods, and they have no one to rely on, and if they don't go up, they can't stand it.

In the end, there is only yourself, and in the end, the last thing that remains with you is your best friend, your lover, your family, if you are the only one, there is no one but you, a unique smile, how!

There is no one in the world, the same is speechless, the silence of the world is just unbearable to compete for survival, and your unbearable harm yourself. 100 people want to escape, and when it is limited to ten, you refuse without shaking your head. I laughed, screamed, roared!(To be continued......) R1292