Valentine’s Day has not yet arrived. Christmas is over. New Year’s Day also passed. The Spring Festival is over. I’m dumped.
Valentine’s Day will be spent alone.
A person’s Valentine’s Day should be fun. At least more interesting than two people.
But I was in a low mood until I went out to relax. I keep smoking camel cigarettes at home. Drink cappuccino coffee. Play video game CS. Watch Wang Zengqi’s novels. These are his favorite. I want to digest them all at once.
I don’t want to have residual memories. This is too heavy for me.
I am on vacation now.
I write at home when I am not in school. It is a pseudo SOHU.
I think this kind of life is very good. Free and sick without having to think about being late. A friend on the Internet said this. Because of the relationship of broken relationships, I often go to QQ these nights. Encountered many girls.
I usually go to QQ at two or three in the morning. A friend recommended that people’s hearts are the easiest to get at this moment.
But when I told them about my love affair, they didn’t take care of me any more.
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They basically got me in three sentences.
They like to call these numbers when they leave: 3166.
I never understood what this meant.
Later, I gave up the illusion of finding another girlfriend in QQ.
I have been to many cities, and relatively speaking, I actually like Beijing. Click to view weather forecasts for Beijing and more cities. Not because I live here, Beijing is not my actual hometown. Probably because of the subway. Beijing’s subway is broken and old. Especially the stairs to the subway entrance. Deep and long and steep. The wind is particularly strong. It makes people feel uncomfortable, depressed and suffocated. I often secretly guess that someone died here.
Girlfriends are always very strange, and my perception of things is different from him. He was disgusted with the subway. I like Beijing because he has a subway with a smell of death. This is not surprising, just as sometimes a very ugly thing always makes people want to look at him a few more times. Obviously, at this point, I got a so-called obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Death. everywhere.
I am not afraid of death.
When I was a freshman, I saw a teacher popping out of a car when he was hit by a car. She died without struggling. Many people exclaimed in horror, but I did not. I often dream about such situations.
One night my dead teacher who was not very familiar came to me. She said she had nothing to eat. She is poor in another world. No money to buy food. In the dark, I see clearly. So I took out two apples from the drawer and gave him. She bite with a smile. There was blood on her mouth. All the apples are dyed black. I said don’t worry, I’ll wash it for you. She thought I was going to grab her apple to eat and turned away.
I think there will be another life after death. Although I don’t know what it is. Some people say it is the soul.
I think so.
I see a girl every time I take the subway entrance. Not very old. It’s cute. With long hair, the comb is not very neat. Wearing a red short coat. A pair of knee-high boots reveal a piece of skin.
The girl sat on the fence at the entrance of the subway, swinging her legs.
Sometimes she smiles at me. The smile can’t tell the meaning. The corner of the mouth bends into a beautiful arc.
After a few encounters, she waved at me, wearing a fur-woven bracelet on her hand. very beautiful.