After an hour, I wrote about 20 postcards, but my mood went through the ups and downs with the content I wrote on the postcards. I almost used my lifelong cultural accumulation to convert my mood into lyrics and verses, and wrote them on these postcards. Although I was very satisfied, I didn’t know if I would understand these many messages that were pretentiously profound or sincere when I received a bouquet of celebrity films in the future.

Xiaojun carefully tied up the postcards I wrote with rubber bands, and then asked me for the address of Mi Cai in the United States, and helped me take care of sending the bouquet. I said: As long as I have time, try to make time to send it myself, I feel that the ones I sent out were sincere.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Xiaojun closed the flower shop as usual. After spending so long this night, I finally felt hungry again. So on this old street, Xiaojun was pushing a bicycle and I was smoking a cigarette again.

We walked very silently along the way. After all, Xiaojun, who was pushing the cart, couldn't type on his phone at this time, so I smoked and turned the lighter between my fingers in boredom. I was indeed a master of lighter, so Xiaojun was always interested in watching the lighter change all kinds of non-repetitive patterns on my hands.

I finally asked Xiaojun, "What do you want to eat?"

Xiaojun looked at the noodle shop opposite and asked me for my opinion whether he would like to eat a bowl of water with eggs.

......

In the pasta restaurant, we sat in a position by the window, waiting for the good pasta. Xiaojun took out his notepad as usual to settle today's accounts. I looked at the night view outside the window in a daze, so my eyes were full of dryness and dilapidation in the old city, as well as the earth press that was still working!

I finally asked Xiaojun opposite me: "Xiaojun, do you like this old city?"

This time, Xiaojun directly wrote on the notepad and communicated with me: "I don't like it, but I belong here..."

I nodded, turned to look out the window, but the world seemed to present the artistic conception of this old city on this night. So a beggar holding a bamboo pole and looking for food in the trash can appeared in my sight, but he flashed past and walked towards another trash can that I could not see. Only the bamboo pole and sack dragged a burst of dry dust on the ground.

The world has become three-dimensional in my mind again. A few hours ago, I met a group of people who are prosperous in the entertainment industry, as well as the golden boy and jade girls Le Yao and Cao Jinfei who were born with a golden key. I never thought that in the neighborhood, there were people who were wandering on the edge of life and didn’t even know what loneliness and loneliness were. The meaning of their life was just to find food residues in the trash can that can solve the feeling of hunger.

I pinched my nose, which was a little itchy because of the dryness. After lit a cigarette, I was no longer willing to speak... I suddenly disliked this world that was divided into different levels in the burst, and I didn't want to think of Le Yao and Cao Jinfei, the golden boy and jade girl who shone with the sharpness of the upper class... So, my world became silent in the boiling noodle soup around me... Finally, I cursed "This world of pretending", and the shop owner sent two bowls of clear soup egg noodles.

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I took my own bowl of steaming noodles and came to the beggar who was still flipping through food in the trash can. Although it was winter, he still had a nausea-inducing smell on his body. I took a sip of cigarettes, trying to cover the odor, and said to him: "Brother, let me turn around and give you a bowl of noodles."

The beggar turned around and looked at me timidly. He thought I was going to hit him. He quickly turned back and continued to search in the garbage can. I realized that his nerves might be a little abnormal, so I put the surface on the ground and sat not far away, watching him by a repair shop full of worn tires.

My departure made him feel no danger. Finally, he turned around, looked at the bowl on the ground, and then lay on the ground and stuffed all the eggs and noodles into his mouth with his hands. I had to approach him again and told him: Actually, you can sit up and eat with chopsticks!

But he ran away...

I don't know what I feel, and I kicked the bowl with noodle soup to smash... I feel that living in this "pretending world" is extremely painful... Isn't this world pretending? Since it has the kind of sorts of living people into different levels, advanced and vulgar, why didn't it give those advanced people a life that will last forever?...

So according to my logic, this is a world of pretending to behave, because it gives a specific group the ability to show off, but it arranges the same ending as that beggar. In the end, we are just a bunch of soil lying in the urn! But our descendants are still thriving in this world of pretending to be...

In the cold wind, I gasped in the roar of the roller...

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Xiaojun came to me at some point. She seemed to have seen this scene and asked me with the words typing on her phone: "Are you in a bad mood?"

I calmed down and rubbed my temples heavily with my palms, saying to Xiaojun with some apology: "I just hate some phenomenon!"

"I always feel that you are living a very uneasy life and are very scrambling... Could it be that you are suffering from anxiety?"

Xiaojun didn't understand my true reaction at this time, so he suspected that I was suffering from anxiety. In fact, I didn't. My actions just now were like throwing the guitar angry when performing songs with some rock singers. This was a similar expression. Once upon a time, if the guitar that Jian Wei gave me was not too precious and too caring my own emotions, I would have been thrown into pieces when singing in a bar!

Xiaojun looked at me worriedly again. I shook my head at her and signaled that I was fine. Then, in the heat of release, I took off my leather jacket, unbuttoned all the rings and necklaces on my hands and neck that gave me a sense of restraint, and then extinguished the cigarettes in my hands in a breath... Looking at the giant hotel standing in the distant new city area, the brightly lit... On this night, how many people who live a sense of high-end life in this world will look for the most primitive physiological pleasure in the luxurious rooms that reflect the twists of human nature.

Who else would lie on the glass and see the beggar who buried himself in a trash can looking for food residue under the broken tire?

The night became deeper in the sound of the roller!

......

My phone in my pocket, in a vague manner, ripped through the depth of the night. I wiped away the cold sweat from my hand and took out the phone from my pocket, but I felt that the world and the neon lights flashing in the distance were frozen at this moment... This call was called by Le Yao.

I loosened the buttons on the cuffs of my shirt again, answered her phone, and asked, "Is there anything?"

"You came to the restaurant in the empty city and sent Jin Fei and I to the hotel. He drank too much!"

"Where is Robben, you ask Robben to give it away, Wei Manwen!"

"I've drunk too much... You not only want to send us, but you also want to send them back safely... This is a pre-marriage party held by Jin Fei and I, everyone must go back safely... Come quickly!... Hurry up!"

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Chapter completed!