"Haha, young man, if you really get that kind of opportunity, you have to take advantage of it."
Before the old man finished speaking, he looked past Lu Sheng and looked behind him.
A middle-aged woman was standing not far behind Lu Sheng. She saw the old man looking in her direction, so she slowly came over. She looked haggard and sad, and she must be a person with a story.
She had been listening behind them for a while, and now she had the urge to do some calculations.
Seeing another person coming to tell fortunes, Lu Sheng knew that it was not good to stay too long, so he wisely got up and left.
"I think..." The woman's voice came from behind. Lu Sheng overheard other people's stories and quickened his pace.
Lu Sheng walked aimlessly on Handan Road. The shops on both sides of Handan Road were bustling with activity, and the store's signature products were displayed in the windows. There were delicious food and beautiful clothes. Lu Sheng looked at these and couldn't think of anything.
of interest.
Lu Sheng stopped in front of a display window, and the bright glass reflected his shadow. The shadow was like a person, staring directly at Lu Sheng. Lu Sheng thought of staring at the mirror at home at night
He would always feel scared when he saw it, and he would always have the urge to take a look.
The wind started to get stronger, so Lu Sheng raised his hands and crossed them across his chest. He didn't look at the window anymore, but his attention was attracted by a plastic bag.
This black plastic bag must have been thrown away after being used. As long as a gust of wind blows, it can be dragged around at will. Its humble life is completely incapable of autonomy.
Lu Sheng looked at the plastic bag and began to think randomly, what is the difference between living people and it? Aren't living people also in control from beginning to end?
When you are young, whether you can survive or not depends entirely on the protection of your parents. Even if you can cry as you like, you still have to accept discipline in the end. The reason why a plastic bag becomes a plastic bag cannot be decided by itself.
When I was young, I worked hard to have the life of my dreams, but in the end, everyone turned out to be what I hate most. Packaging, wrapping, the most important thing is always protected by it, it will
Be the one being protected?
It is not an exaggeration to say that middle age is the most difficult stage. Unless you are alone, the care you take when you are old and the care you take when you are young are all affecting you. You are exhausted and exhausted. You are dragging heavy objects around your body.
And being controlled by others, a plastic bag that is in service may break at any time and may be abandoned at any time.
When you are old, you feel like you are back when you were a child. You go through life once, and all your experiences are just like this. How did you come about? You can’t be independent. You don’t want to leave. You can’t be independent either. If you delay in leaving, you will only add endless suffering to yourself.
, just like plastic bags that cannot be biodegraded, or are repeatedly rubbed on the ground by strong winds, or become garbage, which is annoying.
Lu Sheng was thinking about this. He watched the black plastic bag fly over and cover the window in front of him. However, it only covered it for a while and was quickly blown away by the wind. Lu Sheng saw his own face on the glass again.
He looked at the shadow carefully and got closer. It was almost no longer human.
"Brother, is there a fire?" A man taller than Lu Sheng came over, holding a cigarette in his hand, and asked Lu Sheng softly.
Lu Sheng looked at himself in the mirror intently and didn't hear anyone talking next to him.
"Hey, come here, come to life."
A louder voice came from a distance, and the shout was coming in the direction of Lu Sheng. He didn't hear the words of borrowing fire just now, but he heard this louder voice coming from further away.
Lu Sheng turned his head and looked at a tall figure walking away, then slowly approaching a thin man on the far side.
The man had a festive face and a silly smile. While looking at the tall man, he directed a car to back into a parking space on the roadside.