"Where are you not going back?"

"Your house and my house are home in my house."

"Then I have to call him, and I have to call him good night every night at 10 o'clock."

"I'm jealous!"

"hehe."

The girl is out.

But now, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable: "I've left in advance."

"Hey, you guy..."

After leaving the bar, I saw the girl outside the quiet door. I only heard her say to the phone: "I'm at home and ready to go to bed..."

I didn't walk far away, and stood on the curb and looked at the traffic, and felt a sense of loss. I still called him: "Is your girlfriend's name xxx?"

"right."

His voice was very low, which surprised me a little.

"I want to tell you something."

"Needless to say, I'm across from you."

I looked up and saw the man sitting on the bus seat across the street, holding the phone in his hand, but looking at the door of the bar behind me. His eyes were a little red, but there were no tears...

After a long talk overnight, I felt sad for his experience.

That man has never succeeded. Everything he did in front of us is actually just a manifestation of exaggeration. When I thought he really made a lot of money by writing books, his income in two months was not as good as my salary for one month.

He took all the manuscript fees for a month and paid the woman, telling the woman that it was one-third of his monthly income. The woman, with his money, dressed up herself, doing things he didn't know in places and time he didn't know.

I admit that he is a man, but he is just a man. He is not cowardly, but he is not outstanding at all.

That man has too strong self-esteem.

When others sneer at his dream, he slapped his face and pretended to be fat, and he insisted on proving that he was right. In fact, he knew better than anyone else whether he was right.

I feel a little ridiculous. Why is he so naive? I have never understood. What is a dream? Well, the thoughts in the dream.

I was a little ridiculous because I had never seen such a childish man.

I haven't seen him since then.

Maybe he still has a white face, simple short hair, or sparse stubble, decadent face.

This is an online writer who doesn't know how to describe it.

Maybe he started over again. He has not succeeded in two years, but failure should teach him how to be a human being, right?

He wanted to prove himself, but in fact he had no ability to prove himself.

The man was like an ant who had limited ability and could only carry bits and pieces, and he had to make a nest alone where he wanted.

That man may succeed, but the greater possibility is that he will continue to fail. After all, what can he defend a man who can't even be able to defend even a woman?

The man actually said to me in tears:

"In the past two years, my biggest dream is not actually a magnificent and great ideal. In the past two years, I only want to succeed once. Among these countless failures, I only succeed once, just once, and the small one is also considered..."

The man was afraid of seeing his future. He wrote metaphysical novels, but was afraid of metaphysics. He was afraid that metaphysics could really be calculated, and he was afraid that someone would really tell him his fate in advance. Because he knew in his heart that his future might still be failure. But he didn't want to know in advance, because then he would have no motivation to work hard to fail without fail.

The man always pretended to be smiling in front of his friends and family, and always said that he was good. But he had to do something wrong with his body behind his back, but he could only know it himself. He didn't even dare to tell his family what the novel he wrote was called, because in the novel he often revealed his true feelings, and he was afraid that his family would see it. He was afraid that his family would know the truth most.

The man forgot that woman and had no love or hatred in his heart. Now he just wants to live for himself and live a good life for himself.

The man continued to swear for the most time: This time, he really must succeed!!!

...

December 18th, it will be about 16 years, and the third year will be coming soon.

Before sleeping late at night, I got up and washed my face with cold water. Looking at myself in the mirror with dark yellow face and deep eyes. Imitating the man's smile, I said with pride in my bitterness:

"That man is me."

After drying my face, I took a deep breath. After a moment of peace, I used these words to say here again:

"Everything that happened before has passed. Whether it is failure or success, start over."

It's on the shelves today, and I've been since I started over the beginning. Thank you everyone. I hope to support it.
Chapter completed!