This city is ruthless and indifferent. House prices will not fall because you can't afford them. Wages will not rise because you don't spend enough. Hotels and hotels must have enough money to spend. Of course, credit card is fine. Wechat alipay is fine.

But it was warm. You would see a boy sweating hard to make a promise to a girl. You would see the joy of a father who worked all year round coming home to see his child. You would see the warmth of an old man walking in the park with each other at dusk.

The cold is the city, the warm is the person.

But some people ignored the essence and went astray.

They were immersed in the glory of the city, feeling the enthusiasm and boldness of the city. The concrete and reinforced glass were cold and there was no temperature. But the smell of money made them warm. It seemed that only the things in these cities could make them feel warm.

They wanted to pass the warmth to the people around them, but they gradually cooled the hearts of the people around them.

...

I glanced at Li Xiaowei next to me, then at her bulging belly and asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Li Xiaowei shook her head. She still looked a little out of shape, not sure if it was physical or mental.

I asked again, "What about the yellow hair? Won't you be with me at this time?"

When I mentioned yellow hair, Li Xiaowei didn't seem to want to answer the question. She turned her head out of the window, and I sighed, not continuing the topic.

The atmosphere in the car was not very good. It was a bit depressing and awkward. We rarely talked along the way. Not long after, I sent Li Xiaowei home.