The End of Happiness (Thirty-Eight)

The swing swing was placed before they stepped on the apricot leaf field that I had also walked through, "Bye bye." ”

"Bye."

A few minutes before they left, the boy who pointed to his throat and did not speak outlined the path outside the apricot leaf field.

"Hey, you can talk—" ”

The boy flew along the bushes of the battlefield until the fork could be paved with stones and turned into paradise. He stood singing in his pocket before it ended, and continued to shrink with the green marks.

He was no longer in the frame as seen by the eye, and the girls who had walked away might no longer have a re-sequence. It's a lot of it, and it's not a park that can be shown.

There are people in the park who meet and don't know each other, who have their own footsteps, their own words, the surroundings they want to know, and don't include a approaching so-and-so or: me.

I also didn't have the special courage to get a little bit of specialness that came out of nowhere. Obviously it is cold and calm, obviously it is a lively love, the buildings and streets of this city, my immersion and viewing, are the crumbs that make me happy, and i swell a bottle of wishes. I want to be at ease without being surprised by the contempt, to play some surprise but not to be pessimistic.

I'm in, I'm in.

I came back from the office hiding the quiet of my thoughts and enjoying, and I heard a colleague next to me who was a little bit of a ceremony broadcast, and I could choose a set of sportswear.

It belongs to a prize of perseverance, from the daily walk of five thousand steps and the check-in procedure is distributed by the superiors.

They also sometimes sharpen the theory. The female colleague sitting in the oblique grid for the payment deadline of the property fee and the practice of the telephone debate, the family affairs of a star folded retrospective personal three views, a week of future clerks is a white affair at home, those miscellaneous ecological stew a pot of wilting all afternoon, after the screen and work cut off, turn off the power and page, by some colleagues who also have different shifts to go downstairs for dinner, or carry the subway on their backs and drive - home. Back to a little one with waiting for the little ones and love, a table with dishes, sofas and a TV, as well as WIFI and a rechargeable phone.

The songs I listened to were somewhat affectionate and deep, the rhythm of the jumping beat, the crisp instruments and the voice of the song that played knew the understanding of the lyrics, and the girls who were surrounded by hearts did not suffer from the song.

In the dark winter on the street, there was nothing cold, and my down jacket was still hot, yellow was very bright with the white fur on the brim of the hat, a royal blue and black drop-beaded bow tie was short to the knee skirt, and stood on the downhill escalator at the subway entrance without fear of the cold. A girl stepped on my left from the moving upper steps and took another step, adding seconds from the artificial elevator to my words: "Hey, white sneakers." ”

The girl's feet are a pair of flat white, walking light and pulled flat. I was still waiting for the automatic descent down the escalator, and she was shouldering her short hair into the passage.

This off-duty boom period is full of passengers queuing at the checkpoint. Two young men stood at the diversion pole belt, their rustiness and youth listed in the crowd, watching equally not older young men and women, becoming passengers in the status of acceptance of the prescribed security procedures.

My computer bag was placed on the security checker, slid through the inspector's screen and the instrument, and the bag out of the instrument box was carried up to the male worker standing in the instrument belt, and made a laborious pretense: "Little brother you handsome." I'm your mom. ”

The staff did not have time to say an echo before I took off the computer bag and swallowed in a panic, so every day, every time the courage, let people have no safety.

And I, once again sinking into my own boundaries, thought that the sense of security was probably only to close my mouth, occasionally stick out my beard, and become a hermit crab or snail, and then there was a season of relaxation.

Crowds crowded the security checkpoint, and arrived at the ticket gate, slightly relieving the black leader.

I swiped my phone, and the female passenger in front took a card and took a picture of the induction, quickly introducing the ride segment. I walked down the steps on the right without an escalator, the down jacket hat blocking the shoulder straps of the computer bag like a lazy and stupid bear, clumsily arranging the hat properly, and the computer on the left crotch accompanied me with the folded next step to the subway door wall of the queue.

The four-minute trailer came to the white driving, which was from the sound of the eyes at the same time in the direction of the lights and the image of the subway, opened to the accurate wall door open, the passengers were next to the door into the hard to iron the ground to make up the number of me, turned the subway glass, station to close.