The city became annoying immediately after the rain. The traffic was rushing, splashing water and verbs on the pedestrian road, and the smell of vomiting overnight remained in the alley. The afterglow of the sunset did not add any color to this tired street, it was just a blind noisy, but also cold.

As usual, the factory on the edge of the town once again delayed the get off work time.

"Fuck it rains!"

"Fuck overtime!"

"Fuck this world!!!"

No one can be more calm than being exploited by the boss in such a ghost weather. Except for him, the workers started to squirt without any cover, they didn't care whether their boss could hear it. In fact, even the boss himself didn't care. He knew how annoying bastard he was, and he was also happy. He also knew that those people could only curse themselves, but they would never quit!

This is how the world is.

And among this group of people, only one seemed out of place with the irritable atmosphere.

That is Bai Xiong. He is the one who can resist cursing. In fact, he has not endured it. He just doesn't want to, doesn't care, or is unable to have such a strong emotion.

In short, one of them is so quiet. If it weren't for his overly majestic figure, he would have almost no sense of existence.

......

It has been like this for so many years in the factory.

......

The wind is blowing,

The white bear pulled up his collar and tried to resist the cold wind and moisture. People outside the bus were crowded with people, like arteriosclerotic blood vessels. The white bear sighed and turned around and decided to walk home.

"There are only four stations, maybe you can walk faster. I hope you don't meet that homeless man again."

As he thought this way, the footsteps echoed among the gloomy buildings, like heavy and depressed moans, which made everything not very real.

go ahead

A street...

Two streets...

At the corner of the Third Street, Bai Xiong deliberately slowed down. He looked to one side tentatively at the edge of a dilapidated apartment building.

"Why!"

He sighed again.

Sure enough, the strange homeless man was still there.

He was there every day, leaning his thin body in the corner, motionless, and seemed to eat or drink, because every time he saw him, he was in the same position, and he thought he had never moved. If he hadn't been by him every time he passed by, he would stare at him with his slender eyes, and Bai Xiong would have thought he was a dead person.

The white bear didn't like being stared at by him, it felt so weird, especially the guy's mouth, and the two disgusting scars that made him feel uncomfortable every day for dinner.

But so what? He is just a homeless man. He can't go up and beat him up just because he doesn't like him, right? So Bai Xiong could only shake his head helplessly and quickly pass through this corner.

"Look, that guy is staring at me again...will he stare at everyone who passes through here? Or is it just me? It's so annoying, forget it, just a lunatic..."

The white bear withdrew its disgusting gaze and hurriedly disappeared on the other side of the building.

......

Five minutes later, Bai Xiong pushed open the door.

"I'm back," he shouted as usual.

The sound of kitchen utensils hitting the same as usual came from the kitchen, and the same smell came from the same as usual. Without thinking too much, she must have been wearing that ugly apron and making the same meal as usual.

It has been like this for many years, and there will be no change... This is the case in this world, and it will continue like this!

The white bear changed his shoes and threw his briefcase onto the sofa.

At this time, the kitchen door was also pushed open.

She walked out with a plate.

Song Xuan...his wife may be due to congenital physical deficiency or acquired malabsorption. In short, her body is particularly thin, like those patients who have been lying on the hospital bed for a long time, which makes people feel distressed.

Bai Xiong can no longer remember why he married Song Xuan, love? Or was destined? It was casual. He had never recalled these questions. Just like this meal, it was the same taste, eating, or nothing worth savoring, but it was precisely because of this that life could continue.

"Have you met that homeless man again?"

Song Xuan skillfully unbuttoned her apron and asked as if nothing had happened. Then again, although she looked unscrupulous, she was actually in good health and did everything very quickly. I remember that once again, Bai Xiong accidentally knocked the bowl off the edge of the table, and Song Xuan caught it with a quick reflex. Bai Xiong was stunned at that time...and afterwards, Song Xuan was also a little confused. She said that she didn't know what was going on at that time.

However, this is just some episodes in life.

"Yes, it's still around the corner, the cat is by the wall. I don't think he has moved at all. I saw that he was in the same position the day before yesterday, and the same is the same a few days ago. Don't he have to go out to find food?" Bai Xiong muttered in confusion and sat at the dining table.

"Maybe you need psychological effects, no one will really not eat."

"Well... Maybe he has a brain problem and doesn't know how to be hungry. This can explain why he always stares at me. Maybe he has such a disease." Bai Xiong still seemed to want to stick to his opinion.

"Okay, you are so tall, it's normal for someone to stare at you, so don't worry about him." Song Xuan certainly didn't want to listen to his nagging and handed a bowl of rice to the other party: "At least you are a little better than him now, you still have food to eat."

The white bear shrugged: "Well, maybe I'm just a little suspicious."

As he said, he did not start the topic again.

Eat, chat, sleep, wake up, work, get off work, eat... days go on and on, from a photocopier called life, they are spit out page by page, stuck to the endless time from birth to death. People have also accepted this setting. What else can it be like? This is the world.

Plain, happiness... Maybe this is happiness, but even if it is not, what can it be.

The day passed again, and the white bear lay on the bed.

At night, it was suffocatingly dark, and the white bear didn't know if he was opening his eyes. Everything was quiet and uneasy, without the sound of wind or insects. If it weren't for the faint breathing of Song Xuan next to him, he even felt that he was dead.

During the day, the traffic was like being wiped cleaned by a rag, disappearing without a trace. However, he didn't doubt anything. It should be like this at night, everything was normal...

Except for the homeless man on that street corner.

"Why do I think of him again!"
Chapter completed!