Chapter 145

In the evening, she walked out of the rental house and wandered in front of the street. Every day she lived the same life, but she didn't feel bored. Maybe she was numbly used to the arrangement of heaven.

On an ordinary day, Shen Yuqing suddenly became very angry. She didn't understand why she kept waiting. She wiped the beds, tables, chairs, and even the glass of the rental house. She tried to forget the things that were on her mind. But it didn't seem to work. After she stopped her work, an Yanmo was the first one to come to mind.

She sat on the bed feebly, laughing bitterly, laughing at her weakness, laughing at an Yanmo's leaving, laughing at the marriage that turned her into a person, laughing that she could never get rid of her lonely fate. She thought that being busy in the rental house was just a fake, pretending that she could not see the house or think of the man. But the fact is, 300 meters away, that is the home she has always been thinking about.

After sitting for a while, she seemed to have figured out something. She stood up and dragged her little luggage to the southern city thousands of miles away.

She walked in the streets of the city, one by one are some familiar, and some strange, now, it seems that they have nothing to do with themselves.

She didn't know why she was so decisive. One second, she was looking forward to an Yanmo's return. The two of them had a good life. The next second, she just wanted to run away. But this time, it's no longer just a small run away from home. What she wants to cross is half of China. This is not a short journey. She says she'll leave as soon as she can. Fortunately, she's a person. No matter what decision she makes, no matter where she goes, she's always a person. She has no worries or concerns.

Shen Yuqing decided to go to Shanghai on the way with her luggage. She thought that there were no villas in front of her all day long, no memory of building them up in five years, and no ink. It seems that new things will always dispel the story of yesterday, and there are more places for bigger cities to hide.

She went by train.

In her heart, she still can't bear the city that has been with her for five years. Although she leaves decisively, she wants to slow down and reach the destination. After all, she is not a natural and unrestrained woman.

On the train, she was surprisingly quiet. She didn't chat with the people who were sitting with her. She didn't watch videos and laugh in the car. She just looked out of the window and isolated all the sounds in the car. As the train slowly passed one city after another, the scene of winter was changing out of the window. Half way through the journey, the green breath gradually appeared in the fields, and she realized that she had really left.

She will go to another strange city, which is too big for her.

When the train was approaching the terminal, she thought about the broadcast on the train again and again. Suddenly, she thought of "the old will not go, and the new will not come." she was also surprised, but let herself have no reason to open a heart. She always thought many times, from love to marriage, to an Yanmo's silent departure, and then to her distant departure. Like from heaven to hell, from happiness to distress.

Shen Yuqing kept telling herself: "be optimistic, an Yanmo is still there, you are still there, and your own life will continue. If you go to another city and work hard, you will have a good life. Anyanmo will still come back. The established things have already happened. You must be responsible for your future time. "

The connection between people is fragile, such as Shen Yuqing and her parents, or she and an Yanmo. This connection will suddenly attack your once solid cognitive consciousness in a way you don't know at all.

Some time, you will think, in the torrent of time, you can no longer wait for nothing, can do the resistance is to do their own extremely small force, so that they are not too embarrassed by this torrent.

The train slowly came into the station. It was a long journey, and Shen Yuqing went from the north to the south, so it seemed more like a whole winter to her.

She only dragged a black suitcase, squeezed in the stream of people, the black crowd seemed to spiral like a whirlpool.

She didn't know where to go. She could only look up at countless tall buildings standing in front of her eyes. This is a city that she had never imagined to have anything to do with herself.

In this modern and golden city, during the day, most men habitually wear suits, carry briefcases, and quickly shuttle between various office buildings. In the afternoon, they drink the black coffee made by the coffee shop downstairs, and their eyes quickly scan all kinds of reports on the computer screen. The women are carrying the same valuable bags with their faces, walking in the shopping mall with high-heeled shoes, sweeping row after row of hangers. When they are tired, they just sit in the shop of the shopping mall and have a cup of afternoon tea. In the evening, the whole city is glittering, bright and bustling. Men take off their daytime fatigue and masks, go into bars or nightclubs hidden in many lights, and look at women's wriggling waists and bright red lips reflected in goblets.

On the other side of the city, in the noisy corridor, the clothes with tea stains swayed from side to side, emitting a moist smell of putrefaction. And the clothes in the cold wind in winter are like huge and turbulent waves, shaking the wire to make a piercing sound. The men after work wear baggy pants, swaying in the yard without fear, and occasionally squat in the mouth of a cheap cigarette. Women wash and cook, or breast feed their children, and sometimes their shrill voices reverberate over the yard until early in the morning. It seems that this is also the place where everyone who has just come to Shanghai to seek development lives.Shen Yuqing stood for a long time. She hesitated. She kept thinking about whether she was right to come out this time, and whether there would be any place for her in this big city.

The city's talent market will start to become congested and noisy at 7:30 in the morning, with damp and cold air under the high roofs. One of the most common words of recruiters is "next", which makes people nervous. In fact, they have long forgotten what they looked like when they were looking for a job. It's just that here, they feel irritable, or there seems to be some magic driving them to be mean.