Late at night, I walked on the road

The midnight of June was already hot, and the moon was hazy and distant. At 1 o’clock in the morning, the city did not sleep. There were a lot of hot air in the food stalls along the road. A stall owner with a full face of oil was frying fried rice with eggs while greeting me: Girl, see what to eat. I shook my head with a smile and walked away. A middle-aged woman nearby shouted loudly with a strong Anhui accent: fried powder, fried noodles, fried rice, and then heard someone saying, hehe, Anhui, fellow villager. Then there was a burst of noisy laughter. There were two young guys playing barbecue in that house, who liked playing music with the stereo. Maybe it meant soliciting guests, just like that woman from Anhui. Some stall owners were very quiet, just like the one selling duck necks, who just leaned on his car quietly, waiting for his guests. He is very enthusiastic even if there is business. I like the stall where there is a Santana doll, and the inside and outside of the car are filled with large and small cloth dolls, which are very cute. The stall owner is sometimes a young woman, sometimes a young guy. Occasionally, a couple will choose in front of the stall. Every time I passed by it, I couldn’t help looking at it. I am thinking that I will bring a big doll home someday. There are several stalls with fruits, all of which are crowded together. The stall owner was very enthusiastic and greeted everyone. I feel embarrassed every time because I have never bought their fruits. I am not used to buying things late at night. But today I suddenly want to buy something. I stopped in front of a fruit stand and someone handed me a bag to introduce seasonal fruits. But I chose a few apples. I like apples. I always stubbornly like something. Just like this apple, I didn’t want to eat at that time, but I still bought it. Maybe this is the habit. A girl was drunk, squatting on the roadside and spitting wildly. An unpleasant smell pierced into the nose. Women who don’t go home late at night are mostly tired. Another woman passed by me with high heels. The strong smell of perfume and powder slightly covered up the unpleasant smell. It seemed that I was tired to walk, so I slowed down. An old man who stepped on a tricycle greeted me and asked me if I wanted a car. I shook my head. For the sake of life, they are so busy, and I am not? The street lamps in the community are different from those outside. The lights on the road outside are flashing yellow, while the lights in the community are pale and pale. A couple hugged as if no one was near the street lamp. An orange taxi drove slowly past them, dragging their shadows long. The shadows of the two are intertwined, like ghosts. Ha ha, how can it be a ghost? I think to muck. This city is still strange after all. Just like this phoenix tree beside me, I knew him, but he definitely didn’t know me. There are too many people passing by him every day. I know what he can’t remember. In the past, every time I went to a fun place, I tried every means to keep my footprints and engraved my name on the wall of the tree and any possible place. It seems that if you carve your name on it, it will not be forgotten. At 1 o’clock in the morning, I was walking on the road. I know that many people have fallen asleep peacefully at this time, and those who have not slept are also leisurely lying in bed watching TV. I also know that there are people walking on the way home like me at this time, and there are still people who don’t go home. In fact, it takes five minutes to get home, but I always like to walk the five minutes in ten minutes. It seems that only these ten or five minutes are truly mine. When going to work, the leader would say that he should be careful about what to do. 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