Chapter 770
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It was the first month of the new year. Originally, I wanted to update more, but I caught a cold two days ago and wrote some things. When I looked back, I realized that there was a major problem with my logic. I could only wait until I was clear-headed before updating.
I only came here to wish everyone a Happy New Year. In the blink of an eye, the old year had passed. I recently moved to a new house, and it really felt like I was in a new place and experiencing a new life. When I moved, I lost a lot of things. Sometimes, those things were still fresh in my memory. In the past few years, when I was single, I often went out with friends. For example, the author Ye Tiannan, Dream Teller. When I moved, I found a photo of me going to Mount Tianmu when I held an author salon a few years ago.
Now that I think about it carefully, it really was right in front of me, but in reality, it has already been a few years. Before I moved, I lived with my parents all year round. After I moved, I would occasionally see them, and I felt that my parents were getting older. I am also gradually getting older. Ten years ago, I would never have thought that I would become a 50kg fatty. In fact, if I don't look in the mirror, my image in my mind for the past ten years is still that of an introverted, skinny man wearing black-rimmed glasses.
I also saw some old classmates. The day before yesterday, I reunited with a middle school classmate for the first time in ten years. He actually graduated from Peking University. Peking University! In the past, he was a rotund fatty. Now, he is thinner than me, thinner than me, thinner, and works in the IT industry. Well, I feel like I have suddenly turned from a teenager to a middle-aged man.
After dinner, I went out for a walk. I bought a bunch of fireworks and set them off. The last time I set off fireworks was already more than ten years ago. In order to set off the fireworks, I even lit two cigarettes. As I lit them, I saw a few children of unknown origins jumping around. I was once a child like that.
Just now, I sat in front of the window and imagined how I would look like when I was forty years old. When I was fifty years old, the world must have changed a lot. The world is really cruel. It really doesn't want to stop for anyone. The world is really interesting. Every minute and second, it becomes more precious, more important.
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