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Sikong half language smiles and nods: "goodbye." Watching Liu Xia go out and get on the car, Sikong Banyu takes back his eyes.

The night is lonely, and there is a little sunshine in the daytime, but the cold wind will be very cold and sharp when it starts near dusk. Outside the street, although the lights are still on, but the pace of pedestrians has become a lot faster.

Hand in hand, the young couple, looking at each other and then sweet smile, ha ha heat in the hand, even if the shoulder has a little shivering signs, but the pace still maintains the slowest speed. The cold wind couldn't move the expectation that they all wanted to stay a little longer. The tacit mouth said, "are you cold?" Maybe both sides are waiting for that.

Street vendors selling clothes have begun to set up small stalls. From a large plastic bag, orderly took out all kinds of clothes and trousers and put them on the stall. There was a little melancholy between the eyebrows, and the waxy face was slightly red, as if it had been blown red by the cold wind. In his heart, in fact, such a cold does not have much significance, because this life meaning is difficult to do, just a little cold is nothing.

But he does not care, but does not mean that others do not care. When it's cold, the number of people is gradually less, and the business is much dimmer. Then the income tonight will be greatly reduced. I'm afraid the harvest of a busy night is not optimistic. What about tomorrow? The consumption of the whole family tomorrow is still looking forward to the business supplement tonight.

Night market snack stalls, also began to float smoke. The cook's waxy face, against the backdrop of the fire, looked even darker yellow. His forehead was covered with sweat. It seemed that he had forgotten where he was when he was serious and focused. In front of the iron pan shaking in front of him, the cold seemed pale. No matter the temperature of the fire or the heat felt by the chef boss, of course What's more, they would like to take a lot of food when they want to go back. What's more, they would like to take a lot of food when they want to go back.

Almost all the shops on both sides of the street were turned on. Except for a few shops which had already closed for work, the rest were still open. But now the industry is not so easy to do. With the advent of the information age and the emergence of electronic money, more and more people can do what they want to do without leaving home, and they can also deliver goods to their door.

Stay at home comfortably and get what you want. This is the most comfortable thing. What's more, after the baptism of the world catastrophe, the competition among industries is much more fierce. The owners of these open shops do not know what their expression is now. However, the receptionists in those shops are slightly locked, looking back and forth at passers-by passing by the door, and their eyes are full of expectation and worry.

They expect someone to go into the store, and the business of the shop will be better. Because there are not many shops closed down in this street. The closing of shops means that they are unemployed, which is the result they do not want to see. After the disaster, the world economy is decadent and the demand for jobs is expanding. It is much more difficult to find another job after unemployment.

The tramp in the corner of the shop door, curled up, shivering, eyes full of hesitation at passers-by. Most of their eyes were on a fancy nightclub in the middle of the street.

At the door, there were many valuable cars, brand new as if they had just left the factory. Under the exaggerated neon lights of nightclubs, they are not only the bodyguards in suits and shoes, but also the receptionists at the gate of nightclubs. Even the etiquette Miss at the gate, the gorgeous cheongsam, the proud figure and the beautiful face are also the objects of yearning.

The people who get off the expensive luxury cars hold a beautiful and charming lady in one hand, throw out bills with pride in the other hand, enjoy the envious, awe and looking up eyes around them, and the proud smile on the corners of their mouths, which has become the ideal future life in everyone's heart.

Sikong Banyu sits in front of the window, looking at the scene calmly. He holds a cup of hot tea in one hand and shakes it gently. It seems that he wants to blur his sight and gradually adds a layer of water mist to the glass water in front of the window.

Everything in front of us seems to form a picture of the survival of all living beings. He is like a look down, quietly looking at all of this, that look forward to a good life in the eyes, even if such a well-informed Sikong Banyu, the eyes also filled with hesitation.

As the vigorous growth of grass, struggling to break out of the ground, after hardships, finally saw the sun. But forget the cold, ignore the scorching sun, more underestimate the storm, but it is still growing strong, even if the wind and rain will it on the ground, bent down, but still efforts to stand up. But is the withering of autumn and the decline of winter really deserve to bear such a hard time and again? Maybe it's only green grass that knows why they stick to it.

"They live for a better life. But don't know what life is and why? But Is it really necessary to understand what life is? "

Sikong murmured to himself, yes! Is it necessary to understand what life is? Some people have said that life is born to live, so simple. In fact, some people have thought about why people are born and whether they are endowed with special mission by mysterious things. This is the reason why people appear? Where are people born and where do they go after death?Maybe there are many people who seek the answer, but in the end, they are in the trouble of survival, and gradually become hard to live, and there is no need to pursue in-depth. Even the monks are the same. They expect to live longer, so they try to cultivate and improve their realm. Just as ordinary people are working hard to earn money and hope they can live better and have more economic ability, they gradually ignore the meaning of human life and death.

A touch of white quietly across Sikong half language in front of his eyes, let him from the meditation in the mind. My eyes fell on the white floating goose feather under the dim yellow light, which was as exquisite as a work of art. I felt that the temperature of the teacup in my hand had fallen to the extreme, and I could not feel it any more.

People on the street, at this moment, like some kind of tacit understanding, slowly raised their heads to look at the sky.

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