He finished his dinner in silence and went back to his room.
I locked myself in my room and did nothing, just lay on my bed with my eyes closed and rested. The images in my head go back and forth between a bleak fantasy of an unemployed future and the scene of a female murderer who had mitted suicide by jumping off a train that morning.
It was like I fell asleep for a while, lost in my imagination, and during that brief moment, the two scenes that appeared in my mind actually overlapped.
This life is shit... Oh, curse of the person who jumps on the morning train, why not me?
Thinking of this, he imagined himself jumping onto the railroad tracks. In this scene of time and space, his parents and friends behind him, as well as Zhang Xiaoxiao, the female college student he had met that morning, all called out to him, begging him not to die in fear and despair. I saw a glow. . Light from his surroundings. The white train was approaching at great speed, like a ruthless metal beast.
His vision darkened. He had never even experienced the near-death experience described in the novel. He didn't even have a chance to take a last look at the world. He passed away so quickly, as he had not experienced any turmoil for the past 23 years. Life is the same as lifeless...even death is meaningless.
Xin Junmao felt a sense of regret, and at the same time, a soul-piercing thrill welled up in the depths of his heart.
Xin Junmao suddenly woke up at home in the middle of the night. When he touched his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, it swelled greatly, and he slowly regained his posure.
This nightmare made his mouth dry. Xin Junmao got up from bed and was planning to go to the living room to get a drink of water.
However, when he pushed open the hall door, Xin Junmao was stunned outside.
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