There are faces like this on the street, and they all firmly believe that tomorrow will be better.

My wife, who is not very beautiful, is making porridge. She travels between home, vegetable markets, and people's shopping malls. She budgets carefully and has a lot of savings.

But life is like a train that rumbles forward and does not wait for passengers who have missed it.

It moves forward indomitably, with the collapse of faith behind it.

[Crazy people's mall at the octagonal counter

Buy a fake gun with a fake bill

Defend her life until the building collapses

Night covers the North China Plain, and sadness soaks into her face]

Restraint is most vividly reflected in Luo Chen's singing.

He was like a bystander, telling a story he had heard.

But those who sing are ruthless, but those who listen are fascinated.

A music critic who is in his forties this year, heard this, his hands were trembling.

The cigarette butt fell into the gap of the keyboard, but the man could only delete it repeatedly and typed a line: "Romanticism is dead."

Tang Yue turned her head. She had never thought about whether there were sad stories in the joking memories of her relatives.

All she knew was that every time she returned to her hometown, she saw fewer and fewer young people.

This land seems to have lost its life.

[The table tennis boy from the High School Affiliated to Hebei Normal University turned his back to me

Silently looking at the classroom that cannot be left

Live in experience until the building collapses

Ten thousand runaway horses galloping in his mind]

When Luo Chen roared out, many spectators could no longer bear it.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

All that's left is sadness.

What appeared in Luo Chen's mind was the last words Zhou Yiyang said to him while sitting on the chair that day.

"Brother Yang," Luo Chen shook his head slightly: "It's really difficult for people who have experienced that time, right?"

"I think the saddest thing is that from the perspective of development, the original decisions were all correct. And those sad people are just caught up in the times and are not able to keep up with the times. But all of us will grow old.

, will there be a day when we can’t keep up with this era?”

After singing this song, Luo Chen felt empty in his heart. If possible, he would like to drink a glass of wine now.

"However," Zhou Yiyang finally said: "After labor pains, things always get better. I hope your singing is not always negative. Look at it now, life has gotten better. If you don't believe it, think about Tang Yue's family.

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Chapter completed!