Accidentally, I broke one side of the frame of my glasses. I had to stay at home until new glasses arrived.

The degree of myopia is actually not high, but it just makes you feel safe when you wear it.

A few years ago, even if I couldn't see the road clearly, I wouldn't wear ugly glasses. Not now.

How do people change? I don't know.

But I know that I can't go back.

I read about it for a long time last night and opened a super meeting. Although I don’t know what it does, I really liked opening super meetings in the past.

Maybe, I have changed. They are still the same.

Zhang Yu’s character when he was a student was exactly my character when I was a student. The same is true for my character later on.

When a person has pessimistic thoughts, she will never be happy no matter what.

If a person comes into this world naked, he will definitely leave naked.

Habits are a terrible thing, and so is the habit of being pessimistic.

The pessimism I write is far less than one-tenth of the pessimism I feel in my heart.

The night before yesterday, I wrote a short story, and I was very anxious while reviewing it.

I haven't written about a small theater here since I came out of my hometown. In addition to wanting to complete my imagination, there is also a fatal point, that is, I can no longer think of interesting plots.

I have never had the intention to write the second authorized work. I really want to finish it, but I still need to adjust my state.

I hope that in this parallel world, I can create more lives.

Once a person's desire becomes too big, he can't do anything well. No desire? It won't work either.

It’s actually not good to write self-pleasure words in eight stations, but I’m thick-skinned.

I wrote this sentence in my memo: Go around in circles to pick up express delivery and take the bus in circles.

When I first came to this city, I stayed with relatives temporarily. The express delivery culture in this community is very special.

It is different from the verification code in my hometown, and it is also different from the express lockers elsewhere.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, which was the rush hour after get off work, I followed the instructions on my mobile phone to the place where the express delivery was stored.

A small supermarket is crowded with men and women. The shelves are full of express delivery, which is very spectacular.

Confused, I held my phone next to the shelf and looked at it for a long time. Finally, I asked the boy closest to me in an uncertain tone: "Are you... okay? All express delivery here is self-pickup.

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The boy nodded: "Yes."

"Oh, thank you!"

After getting the answer in the affirmative, I squeezed in with my phone in hand and scanned the string of numbers that belonged to me along with the flow of people.

There wasn't one here, and there wasn't one there. Just when I walked around a few times without finding my express delivery, I caught a glimpse of a salesperson who was instructing others.

So I secretly moved my body over and finally got the instructions.

I took the express delivery, ran it through the scanner, and then took another look at the men and women lining up in circles, and couldn't help but laugh.

It’s quite fun to go around the circle to pick up the express delivery.

The bus that time was the last one, and it was the first time I took that bus at the terminal.

There were two signboards, and I stood under the one with the most people waiting for the bus.

People around me said there were too many and too few. Buses came one after another, but the one I was waiting for never came.

After the bus circled the square field, it left the dark terminal.

One car, two cars; five cars, six cars. When I counted to the seventh car, I found that the string of numbers on the front of the car was exactly the string that I had been thinking about.

Unfortunately, it stopped at the stop sign opposite.

When I saw that it didn't seem to be coming, I ran over. There was a boy running with me.

Apparently, it was his first time to take a bus here. What's annoying is that he got on the bus before me, even though he was behind me before...

Counting the buses going in circles in an unfamiliar city is actually a very sad thing.

But everything I have experienced is worthy of commemoration.

Things that I have forgotten are remembered for me by words.
Chapter completed!