The sky in the distance is blurred and I can't see anything.
it's dark.
I want to go back.
When I walked to the northern intersection, I looked around, and it was full of vehicles and dense crowds. Finally, I crossed the road, found the stop sign, and stood there waiting for the bus. There was a hustle and bustle around, and the horns of the passing cars were loud, preventing some passers-by who were not afraid of death. In the shop, the sound of the stereo was adjusted to the maximum, for fear that others might not know that the price was being cut here. The women selling leather shoes at the street stall were bargaining with a young woman. Both of them had good eloquence, and it was not easy to compete.
The hustle and bustle is playing.
I frowned and looked at the front frequently, just hoping that the bus would come here soon. As for which car it is, whether it can take me to where I am going is not important at this time.
After about five or six minutes, a car came. It happened to stop in front of me, so I lifted my foot and got into the car. I found a place to sit down and the aunt who sold the tickets said where to go. I thought about it, but I don't know how to answer. After all, I don’t know which route this car takes, where it will pass, or even which car it is. I raised my head and looked at the front glass with a series of place names posted on it, and then I said, to the bus terminal. The bus terminal, this is the only place in this group of place names that I still know.
There are not many people in the car, it is very quiet. I looked out the window, looking calm or expressionless.
The neon lights and food stalls outside the window began to be replaced round by round, but the hustle and bustle has always been there.
Until I got off the car at a place I didn't know where it was.
I am also inexplicable about my move to get off the car. There was no reason, but suddenly because I felt that this place was very quiet, I wanted to get down and walk around, so I got out of the car.
As the car left, the world seemed to quiet down suddenly, and the body felt comfortable. Tonight is not the sultry heat of the past, but a bit of cool breeze.
Today I was dressed lightly without a backpack. I only had a mobile phone, a bunch of keys, a bus card, a ticket to go home tomorrow, and three ten yuan in my pocket. Holding two and a half packs of Phoenix Dancong tea in his hand. This is all my possessions.
I looked at the surrounding environment and made sure I didn’t know it. In other words, I am lost.
If you get lost, get lost.
Perhaps you can find yourself only if you are lost.