Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 38 (Old Boy)
The night in the city is unwilling to be lonely, facing the lights of thousands of homes.

Iron teeth and copper teeth, just rely on a mobile phone.

There are still days to live to make a living.

Shuttle in the network, helpless.

A cigarette, forget about a few worries.

Hide bitterness behind a smile.

Open a bottle of Tsingtao beer and meet some friends.

Needless to say, worry poured into my throat.

There are too many joys and sorrows in the dark corners of the city.

A rusty wok, a bowl of instant noodles into the throat.

What will happen in the future, I have not worried too much.

Not good at calculating whether life is worth it or not.

A lonely boat under the moonlight, and the cold wind blows into the bones.

The lights of the car shone through the cloud sleeves, and the road tree swept the Konghou.

What a passionate speech, what a dream chicken soup spiritual Taoism.

Can't lead me through thorns and bumps.

The rain sword pierced into the body, and the wind knife slid across the face.

The vicissitudes of years have created a strong self.

The starry sky flickered faintly, not as mottled as the lights.

No need for external approval to glow and heat.

Heaven and hell are intertwined.Confused between choices.

Losing happiness is due to too much desire.

I am here in this magical land.

Desire several times, lost in a trance.

A shackle is not as wide as the sky.

There is still a lot in life, but helplessly turned into free and easy.

To cater to all parties, it is better to stick to yourself.

Don't look forward to starting over, don't want to be obsessed with if.

Yesterday we dined and slept in the open air, and tomorrow we will be exposed to rain and dew.

Why don't you taste the hot and sour taste tonight.

There are various angles in life, and who knows what the radius is.

The fate is born and the fate is destroyed, who can see clearly.

The street lights are fading into the morning fog, and the fragrance of birds and flowers is revealed.

Crowds of people, set foot on the journey.

Take a bite of pancakes, and put eight wolfberries into the cup.

Facing the breeze, began to the sunrise.

(End of this chapter)