Anne stopped talking and focused on her work. Maybe the business was too busy, and the food I ordered didn't come out for a long time. I was a little bored and didn't want to disturb Anne's work.

When I saw the tablet Annie put on the table, I took it over and opened it. It was filled with her photos. I scrolled through them one by one to appreciate them.

I have to say that Annie's professionalism is really strong. Even a layman like me can see that she has done the best in terms of the angle of finding the scene and the use of light.

She takes photos of almost everything, bustling street scenes, empty night skies, vast grasslands, rolling mountains and rivers, almost everything.

In addition to these, there are also some photos of people's lives, such as a photo of a skinny child driving a herd of cattle with no upper body, a photo of a working woman carrying a bamboo basket, a photo of a child crying in the bamboo basket, a photo of a wrinkled face

A photo of an old man with a weathered face sitting at the base of a dirt wall basking in the sun.

Looking at these photos, I can't help but feel that every time Annie presses the shutter, it is not only a photo, but also a life.

Looking at these photos, I suddenly realized that when I was drunk on the street, Anne had quietly traveled to so many places and experienced so many shocking natural scenery and warmth of the world.

I had the same dream once upon a time, but now it is rotting slowly in this city.

I think I envy Anne. She can slowly get closer to her ideal step by step on her own. Although the road is bumpy and her steps are staggering, she has never changed her direction.

But I chose to go with the flow and let the torrent of life rush me to unknown places. The original dream was already the other side that I could not return to.

I flipped through the photos one by one, looking at the scenery in the photos and mentally appreciating the feeling of being there, as if I had been there too.

When I turned to the last dozen photos, my mood seemed to be suddenly affected by some unknown emotion. I saw the Gobi Desert, Populus euphratica, and the snow-capped mountains with white tops and gray bottoms that never melt all year round.

, I saw the colorful prayer flags stretched across the road from one hilltop to another.

My breathing suddenly became rapid, and I suddenly knew where this place was. I also knew that there was a man who abandoned his wife and children and left his hometown for decades without hearing anything from him. I remember this since I was four years old and have never heard of it for a moment.

The place I have forgotten is Tibet.

My emotional changes finally caught Anne's attention. She seemed to realize something all of a sudden and took the tablet in my hand. After seeing the photos on the tablet, she instantly understood the reason for my emotional changes.

"So you went to Tibet!" I looked at her and murmured, but her appearance was blurry in my eyes. At this moment, my pupils could no longer focus, and my thoughts had flown to a distant place.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you see these photos!" Annie's tone was full of remorse and apology. Apart from my mother, she is the only one in the world who knows my taboos.

"It's okay Annie, you know, it's not your fault." At this moment, my heart felt like a grass was growing. It was growing and spreading rapidly, almost tearing my heart apart.

The suffocating hatred slowly grew into a towering tree as the weed grew wildly.

I thought my expression must have been so scary that it frightened Anne. She closed her notebook and put her hand on me.

Hands clenched into fists.

"Brother, don't be like this. It's been so many years. Why can't you forget it? I know some things are difficult, but if you are willing to try to forget, there will always be..."

"Annie, please stop talking!" I interrupted Anne. "You know there are some things that are difficult to live with. How could I try to forget them? I remind myself not to forget them almost all the time."

"..."

"Annie, you have been to this place. Can you tell me what's so good about this place? It's just a desert with no grass growing. Why is this place worthy of a person abandoning everything to pursue it?"

"elder brother……"

"Annie, I will definitely go and see this place. Some things must have a reason and a result! My mother is dead, and I have to give her an explanation!"

"Brother...if you must go, I will accompany you...You have to understand that you are not alone. There are people in this world besides mother who care about you...You still have friends, and you still have us!"

I just felt a wave of hatred piercing my whole body, and I could no longer hear Anne's words truly.

The whole meal was spent in a dull mood due to this little episode. I couldn't bear it when I saw the sad look in Anne's eyes. I originally wanted to treat her to a nice meal, but I didn't expect it to end up like this.

But I really couldn't be happy, and Annie seemed to be affected by me and lost her appetite. She only used her chopsticks a few times and then put them down. I felt a little regretful and felt sorry for Annie.

After this depressing dinner, Anne offered to take me home, but I refused. I really couldn't stand the silence between her and her because of the conversation just now.

She no longer insists, she understands me, she knows that what I need most at this time is to be alone, and she has always been like this for so many years.

She drove her red Toyota car out of the parking lot in the backyard of the hotel. When she passed me, she stopped, rolled down the window and smiled at me and said, "Brother, I'm leaving!"

Thinking of what happened tonight, I said hesitantly: "Annie, I'm sorry, I'll treat you to dinner another day!"

Annie didn't speak but looked at me with her eyes, then smiled and shook her head. I knew what she meant, she was saying that we don't need to be so polite. I waved my hand to her, and she rolled up the window.

Drive away.

After Annie left for a long time, I still stood there blankly. I took out a cigarette to calm down my mood, but I couldn't find a lighter. My mood suddenly became irritable and I felt nauseous for no reason.

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I suddenly want to have a hangover. I have forgotten the last time I was drunk.

I have seen too many people behave badly when they are drunk, so I always stop drinking before I get drunk. I don't want to be as ugly as those drunkards.

But I really want to get drunk tonight, for no other reason than to end this long night as soon as possible.

So I walked into a convenience store and bought a bottle of liquor, and sat on the steps under a big banyan tree by the roadside. The shadow of the banyan tree gave me a dark place, just enough to block the eyes of passers-by.

I opened the bottle cap and took a few sips. The hot wine burned from my throat to my stomach like a ball of fire, making me feel a little happy. Then again

I raised my head and took a few sips...

If a person deliberately buys drunkenness, he will definitely get drunk very quickly. I drank up a bottle of wine in a short time.

I began to feel my head spinning and the ground beneath my feet shaking. I quickly got up. I had to get myself back before the alcohol got too strong. I knew that if I couldn't go back tonight, I would have to sleep on the streets.

This is just an ordinary night. No one will notice that I am not home at night, and no one will turn on the light to look for me. Maybe Annie will give me a call when she gets home, but I am probably too drunk to answer it.

I walked to the side of the road with empty steps and stopped a taxi with my hand. After telling him the address, I couldn't sit still. I couldn't really hear what the driver said.

It was like being in a floating space. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find my center of gravity. It seemed that even the earth had lost its gravity. I knew that I was getting drunk as I wished.

I almost don't know how I got out of the car and returned to my apartment. It was already half an hour before I woke up. I sat up from the bed and found that I had slept in clothes all night. I quickly checked the room, but luckily I didn't find any vomit.

When I came to the bathroom to wash up, I realized that in addition to my dark complexion and blood-red eyes, I also had a large bruise on my forehead.

I vaguely remember that I bumped into the door frame when I opened the door. I didn't feel any pain at the time, but now it seems that the bump was really serious.

This incident also proves from the side that alcohol can indeed relieve people's pain, whether it is physical or mental.

I looked at the time and thought I was already late anyway, so I wasn’t in a hurry to rush to the company. At worst, as she said before, one day’s salary would be deducted for being late. Anyway, I’ve lost my watermelon. Why do I care about sesame seeds? Just deduct it. Damn it.

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Sure enough, Mu Xichun walked out with a gloomy face as soon as she entered the office door. She stared at me with a stern expression and said nothing, as if she was waiting for my explanation.

It seems that my saving her that night did not change her attitude towards me. Perhaps this is a common problem among all young ladies. They are always self-centered. It is natural for others to treat them well, and they never treat others well.

There is no debt.

I didn't even look at her. I nonchalantly walked to my desk and sat down leisurely. Then I opened the folder and looked at today's schedule. I found that there were no other plans except for an internal meeting in the afternoon.

Then I turned on the computer and started organizing some project progress reports. I deliberately prepared for the day's work in an orderly manner as usual, deliberately pretending to completely ignore her existence.

Although I didn't look at her face, I knew that her beautiful face must be turning blue a little at this moment.

"Shouldn't you explain something to me?" She finally couldn't bear my attitude. She seemed to know that I, a scumbag, would not speak before she spoke.

"Something happened, I was delayed!" I said lightly.

"What can be more important than work? Can you have the serious attitude that work should have?" Her tone was cold.

"I had a fight with an underwear thief. Do you think this can be a reason for me to be late?"
Chapter completed!