After eating hot pot with Ye Yincheng, he was sweating hotly, and the pain in his heart eased a little.
People say that they like to eat and drink when they are sad. In fact, it's just that when people are sad, they often feel empty inside their bodies, and they need to eat something to enrich their bodies. The more fulfilling you are, the more secure you will be, and you will not be afraid.
I bid farewell to Ye Qingcheng, and walked slowly on the way back to the apartment alone, looking up at the starry sky above my head.
For some reason, when I was young, whenever I saw the starry sky, the sea, and other vast existences, I wanted to cry, as if I was moved by something, and tears flowed down my face. The charter once said that I was too sentimental. In fact, some tears have nothing to do with sentimentality. Sometimes, just for a moment on something, you suddenly feel familiar, as if you have seen it in a dream, and the touch of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country will make your tears come out.
I suddenly missed my parents, peaches, and those who left deep marks in my life. Those beautiful days flashed through my mind like frames of movies, so tears fell involuntarily .Who doesn't shed tears? No shame. I comforted myself like this, and simply wept happily all the way to the apartment.
When I got back to the apartment, I turned on the desk lamp and wrote a letter of resignation by hand seriously, about the relationship I felt I was dying (maybe the surgery was successful, if I was really one of the lucky few, but this is almost equivalent to White lies like hope can't stop my pessimism), I start to be serious about anything I do. In fact, I take death very lightly. I don't understand why so many people are afraid of death, it's because they are afraid. I was just worried that so many people would be sad for me after I died. Thinking of this, I didn't dare to mention the word "death" lightly. What would death matter if there were no people who loved me? After all, it's just an imaginary fear.
Write your resignation letter. I took a hot shower in the bathroom and fell asleep.
When we sleep, we are all like babies returning to breastfeeding, leaning on the warmth and falling asleep, there is no sorrow or trouble there.
When I woke up the next day, it was raining lightly outside the window, and the rain water hit the glass of the window, making a soft rustling sound. The sky is wet and sleepy, but it is not lifeless and gray, but like an ink painting, there is a hint of agility in the monotonous and gloomy dark clouds.
I tidied up a bit, put the resignation letter I wrote last night into my bag, and went out.
When he was going downstairs to hold an umbrella, Qi Chenguang suddenly ran back from the outside in the rain.
"Why are you here?" I asked. I remember that Qi Chenguang has moved out recently.
Qi Chenguang swept the drops of water from his hair, and said, "Say yes to Mr. Mana, come this morning to pick up some things that haven't been taken away."
I nodded and said, "Then I'll go first, I have something to do."
He nodded.