Madam Dihao is not good

mom.

Chanel didn't want to say too much, sitting by the window, she felt sad that even her mother had her own circle of life and circle of friends, but she had nothing.

I thought I could live happily with Mu Xicheng, but in the end, I was still alone.

Xia Nai'er couldn't figure it out, does it make any difference whether she stays by Mu Xicheng's side or not?

In the afternoon, it was raining lightly, but Chanel insisted on going out to buy things, and refused to let the servant follow her. [

In fact, Chanel didn't walk very far. She was at a supermarket only three stops away from this neighborhood. She went there by bus.

In the shopping area, she picked out some of her favorite snacks, passed by the vegetable area, and bought some vegetables by the way.

Most of the people in the vegetable area are couples or lovers, in pairs, chatting about homework, while shopping for fresh vegetables... There are also a few aunts and six wives together, noisy.

Chanel stood among them, alone, looking alone.

Chanel didn't understand at first, what was she pursuing after living in this world?

Isn't a person's life all about being happy?And she, in this life, got something.

I am afraid that when I grow old, I will be such a person, walking on the crowded streets...

Thinking about it made me even more depressed.

The coming bus is like a monster, it seems that no matter how many people get on it, it can't fill its stomach.

Chanel squeezed at the door for a long time, because her body was too thin and she had no strength, so she was naturally squeezed to the outside.

Worried that the things in his hands would be crushed, and each hand was holding an umbrella, the rain kept scaring her. Chanel's face was poked by the tip of the umbrella several times, and she was very embarrassed.

The bus left, and Chanel stood nearby to invite a taxi, but because of the rain, the supply of taxis was in short supply, and every time she managed to get one, other people took it first.

Just in time, I saw my own shadow on the opposite window.

His clothes were rumpled, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and his eyes were dark circles.

The umbrella might have been pierced by some sharp object when it was squeezed, and the rain fell through the hole, wetting half of her shoulder.

Chanel walked forward, and suddenly a person came over and bumped into her. She fell to the ground, and the plastic bag in her hand fell to the ground, and all the things fell out.

The ground is dirty and wet, things are spread out, and there are many people walking nearby.