After completing the optometry, I was already downstairs. I looked at the time and it was not even five o'clock yet. So I walked out of the community again, this time heading south.
The sky was like an old piece of cloth, and the wind was the wind of spring. There were only a few people in front of me.
After crossing the intersection, there was a bus stop. The starting station gave me the feeling of a county's passenger station, but there was no security check or ticket sales, and there were no buses passing by.
The flowers on the roadside are very beautiful.
You need to be careful when looking up to appreciate the flowers. I still can't forget, one morning last year, walking in the park, the air smelled of rain, mud, and dog poop. Underneath these beautiful flowers, there was also a pile of dog poop. The good news is that it dried up in the afternoon.
Then I passed by the park I usually go to. The park is distributed on both sides of the river, with a peony tree planted every few steps on the bank. Unfortunately, I don't like white peonies.
Further ahead is a school, next to it is a skewer restaurant. The last time I ate there was four years ago. There is also a newspaper office, the last time I read news here was about Jiang's death.
Then it's a road I've never walked before.
The trees on both sides of the road have become towering trees. I looked up to see the full view of the trees, but my neck made a creaking sound. Unconsciously, I have already walked into another district, where I lived with my friends last year.
There are many more buildings, like some kind of unit, I don't understand. But those buildings look like iron rice bowls. The security guards are also here on weekends, so they should be much more relaxed than usual.
There are some elderly people sitting in the small square at the intersection. There are also some parents accompanying their children, who are playing games. I didn't pay much attention. Then, I passed by a ping pong court. The players inside looked older than me, but they had more energy. There is a Border Collie waiting outside.
I am too lacking in energy.
Not long ago, I read an article on a public account that said there are many people who commit suicide in spring. Today, looking at the flowers on the roadside, I suddenly felt depressed.
These flowers bloom every year!
But I didn't see them last year.
What was I doing last year?
I was studying in my room during the day and going out for a run at night.
How about now compared to last year? Are you happy?
Not really.
Why is that?
The flowers will bloom beautifully, no matter how I am.
When chatting with friends, I always feel like they don't want to talk to me.
I'm not happy with my work either, and there hasn't been much progress in my skills.
I feel like I'm not needed.
Suddenly, a light rain fell on my face. I originally wanted to take a bus home. But when I thought about wearing a mask, I ran off in a fit of anger.