Chapter 151

Shen Yuqing and satisfactions finish the hot pot. Satisfactions take her to her neighborhood. It's not far from the neighborhood, but it takes seven or eight turns to get there. It's like a place hidden by the city.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it suddenly seemed like it was going to be dark, just like soy sauce accidentally spilled on the beige shirt and quickly fainted.

Satisfied into the corridor, called the landlord, the landlord will lead them to a room. Shen Yuqing looks at the dark corridor, can't help but feel sad. Watching the landlord open the door of the rental house, all she saw were a wooden bed and a small bench. There was a hot water kettle beside the bed, which was all the belongings, not even a table. "Girl, all the people who come here are from other places. The place is a little rough. If it's suitable, we'll sign a contract. You're satisfied with it. Naturally, the rent won't be charged with you." She didn't care to listen to what the landlord was saying. The scene in front of her always made her think of the house in the north, the house where she was alone, and the rental house outside the house was at least better than here. At least, she could always look at the house not far away.

However, she couldn't go back. She wanted to stay in Shanghai. So she didn't say much. That night, Shen Yuqing signed a contract with the landlord.

Satisfied happy said: "that elder sister returned the hotel room to come to live, I have a little thing in the evening, do not accompany elder sister, another day I come back to play with elder sister."

Shen Yuqing guessed that something in the satisfied words must be going to KTV, but she didn't ask much, just nodded.

At about seven or eight o'clock, Shen Yuqing left the hotel and walked into a convenience store with her suitcase. Instead of buying food, she bought only a can of beer. Then she went back to the rental house. The cool night breeze poured in from the window. Her stomach was mixed with the beer she bought in the convenience store, and she rushed into her head.

She was thinking, will time forget some memories? Like even in sleep, there are some gossips never fall asleep, always stirring her. She once held countless guesses and walked slowly alone in the black cave where she stopped and turned for a while. She always thought that the end of the cave was a world where flowers could bloom everywhere even with heavy snow. However, everyone knew that she was wrong, and only she thought she was right.

Shen Yuqing seems to be able to see the world wrapped in silver. Time is getting old quickly. They will not reincarnate again in the constantly expanding space. The past is the past. They bury their youth with the most unharmed years, their stories with the most regretless years, their lives with the most fearless time, and they bury them With the most flawless snow.

She sat on the bed of the rental house and looked out of the window. Outside the window, there were only the trees of the community clock. She couldn't see further. But she also felt that in the dark night, someone was waving to her, but she couldn't see the figure all the time. He seemed to be saying some nice love words, or talking about the past, or just talking about some unimportant meeting. After

, she seemed to be able to see the end of the time. She was still talking about her or saying that she would return the world to the world and give herself back to herself. Some of the inextricably involved things were like the bubbly floss of cotton candy soaked in the boiling water without taste. The water forgot the water, and the cotton candy melted into the water. It's those girls who smile like stars.

At that moment, will an Yanmo say to her: "thank you, let me feel love and happiness. Thank you for your company Whether she will answer an Yanmo: "I am willing to thank and forgive you for your good or bad, just because we will never meet again, never miss again, never care again."

An Yanmo, no more you.

Perhaps in the end, forget the coldness of the northern city, forget the desolation of the city, forget the failure of the city, or forget the beauty of the city, forget the happiness of the city.

It's much easier than forgetting you, an Yanmo.

Shanghai's sky, birds transit, December in Shanghai, as if waiting for an unforeseen snow, they may be soft, may also be cold, like a woman standing on the steps looking at the back of the distance.

The next morning, Shen Yuqing got up. She dressed herself up in a hurry and went to the talent market again. Yes, she had to live.

Not surprisingly, there was still a lot of noise in the meeting hall. She was crowded in the crowd in high-heeled shoes that she was not used to wearing. As soon as she sat on a stool, the recruiter said in a high and impatient voice, "next." The woman standing behind her pushed her to the side of the stool before she got up.

She couldn't help being disappointed. She found one family after another and began to despair.

Finally, Shen Yuqing limped out of the noisy meeting hall and sat on the steps in front of the door. She took off her shoes, and her left ankle had swollen and bulged up a big bag, probably because she was pushed by the crowd, sprained her foot in high heels, and walked around with strong support. Now it's swollen like this.

Shen Yuqing is very upset. Why didn't she work much at the beginning? She was thinking of an Yanmo. Now, an Yanmo left, and she had to live on her own. But she found that life was much more difficult than she thought. Now that she has twisted her foot, she has to bear the pain. Maybe she will spend money to go to the hospital. However, she didn't bring much money when she came to Shanghai. It seems that she hasn't been in Shanghai for a week, so there is little money left. If she can't find a job, how can she continue to live in this city.She sat on the steps and continued to pinch her ankles. She walked barefoot in the cold winter and went back to the rental house step by step.

Back to the rental house, Shen Yuqing heated a pot of water to soak her feet, thinking about her future life. What should she do?

The night in Shanghai seems to be silent in the bright starlight, and a layer of water marks fall on the cold tiles beside the pool. On the square of the Central Park, there are fountains rolling up and down in the daytime, which become much quieter in the night when no one is there, but the lights under the water are still flashing with colorful light.

It began to rain again in Shanghai. Shen Yuqing's work was still unfulfilled. The rain came to her like the tip of a thin needle, flying into her eyes, but she couldn't shed tears.