With a hollow look at the ceiling, Wang Lang didn't say a word or smoke, letting the cigarettes burn spontaneously, and the smoke rose.

When the cigarette burned out and the fingers burned, Wang Lang came back to his senses and snatched out the cigarette butts.

I walked downstairs and walked blankly on the street, watching people coming and going.

The year is about to end. Looking back on this year, I have been going around in circles, and in a hurry, I feel like I have done nothing and achieved nothing. I always feel that this year is fulfilling. But when I think about it carefully, I have not done a few things that are really meaningful to me, and it seems that I have been living for others.

When he walked to the door of a small shop, Wang Lang looked at the sparse pedestrians and laughed at himself. Everyone's life is different. What may be truly meaningful to Wang Lang is to clean up those unforgivable people in the underground world one by one.

Since returning to China, Wang Lang has been living a very depressed life and doesn't want to do anything.

Tomorrow is the new year, so we should do something, and it is time to live for ourselves. Even if we are in prison and cannot help but do something.

People are in the world and cannot help themselves. Living people live to do things for the dead.

Wang Lang said this sentence before.

But from tomorrow onwards, Wang Lang will still live for himself.

He turned around and entered the shop next to him.

Wang Lang touched his pocket. He didn't have much cash and his phone was out of power. He could only order a bowl of ramen, a side dish, and a bottle of beer.

Waited for a long time.

The shop owner brought Wang Lang a plate of hot dumplings, a side dish and a bottle of wine, and smiled at Wang Lang, "I didn't make noodles for you. I'll eat dumplings in the New Year. I'll treat you all, I don't have any money."

Wang Lang grinned at the boss, "Thank you."

The boss replied with a kind smile, "If it's not enough, just say that there is still something in the pot."

Wang Lang smiled.

The boss turned around and left.

He lowered his head and ate the dumplings. Wang Lang first dipped them in vinegar, but later he felt that it was too sour. He poured some hot sauce and the hot dumplings, making his body feel warm.

This is sometimes like this world, with malice everywhere, and everyone is guarding against each other. Wang Lang does not believe that people are originally good at the beginning, but Wang Lang believes that good thoughts and good deeds are only in one thought, even in this thought, they can transform the cold weather.

After eating the dumplings, Wang Lang pressed everyone in his pocket under the plate and left silently.

No driving, walking home.

Passing by a bridge, a young man held a guitar in his arms and sang on the side of the road, with a rough and vicissitudes of voice that was not matched by his age. He sang a song called "The Rest of Your Life".

Wang Lang stopped in front of the young man for a long time and quietly listened to a song. After that, Wang Lang clapped and clapped his hands and touched his pockets, and found that all the money had just been placed in the hotel.

I suddenly realized that there was no cigarette in the young man's cigarette box. I took out my own cigarette box from my pocket and placed it on the young man's stool.

Before leaving, the young man who was so angry that he took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, turned around and lit the cigarette, and his actions were handsome. The young men who were listening to the songs next to him couldn't help but go to see Wang Lang.

After walking a long distance, Wang Lang suddenly glanced at the outskirts, turned his head slightly, and put a hand on his shoulder. Wang Lang came back to his senses. He was the young man who sang just now.

The panting young man smiled at Wang Lang, reached out and pinched ten dollars in his hand, "Brother, your money just dropped."

Wang Lang grinned at the young man, took half of the cigarette from his mouth, and handed it to the young man, "Don't dislike it."

The young man grinned and took half of the cigarette from Wang Lang.

Wang Lang returned the money to the young man, "I just ate dumplings, you take the money to eat dumplings."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The young man held half a cigarette in his hand and looked at Wang Lang's back as he gradually moved away.

"Brother!"

Wang Lang had already walked away, and the young man suddenly shouted, his eyes moist.

Wang Lang stopped, turned his back to the young man, and did not turn around.

"Happy New Year!" the young man grinned.

Wang Lang continued to walk, waved his hand to the young man.

"Happy New Year."

The four words were taken away by the cold wind and sent into the young man's ears. The young man took a sip of cigarettes, held the ten yuan tightly, came back to his senses, carried the guitar, said Happy New Year to everyone who was listening to the song, and turned around and left.

Wang Lang left without any haste.

The wind is blowing.

Not long after, the temperature suddenly rose a lot, and Wang Lang paused his feet and looked up at the sky.

The sky is dark, there are no stars and moons, only bottomless black.

Soon, heavy snow fell, making the entire city crystal clear, like a kingdom in a fairy tale.

Wang Lang walked slowly forward, and the snowflakes fell on his body. Wang Lang did not slap them, allowing the snowflakes to accumulate.

After walking for a long time, there was a layer of snow on my body, like a walking snowman.

Passing an intersection, there was a BMW parked on the side of the road, and a young man holding a bouquet of roses stood beside him. He was handsome, dressed in famous brands, and had a smile on his lips.

A girl with facial modification came from a distance and threw herself into the young man's arms. The two hugged each other for a long time.

When Wang Lang passed by, a gust of wind blew on the girl, and the snow on her body blew on her body. The girl frowned and looked at Wang Lang with a pouting lips.

The young man was very generous and raised his hand to pat the snow that fell on the girl. "It's okay, there's no need to be angry about such things. Besides, the new year is coming soon. Don't get angry on the last day of this year, don't be angry, don't you?"

The girl hummed and rubbed her in the young man's arms, "I've heard from my husband. My husband is right, there is no need to worry about anything with a beggar."

"He is not a beggar." The young man smiled.

The girl hummed and was tired of the young man's arms, "Tonight everyone is a beggar, Hum, you are not allowed to refute this."

The young man smiled and said, "Let's go, I've booked a seat." I heard that there were three famous dishes in that restaurant, designed by the boss who returned from studying, and I finally booked a seat, so we went to try it.

"Good, good, husband, I love you." The girl tiptoed to leave a red lips mark on the young man's cheek.

Then he was fucked in the young man's arms. When he got up, there was a white face mark on his clothes.

More than an hour later, Wang Lang finally returned to the bottom of the building where he lived. Just as he was about to go upstairs, a gust of fragrant wind came from behind him. Wang Lang was about to turn around and covered Wang Lang's eyes with his hands.

"Guess who I am?" A woman's voice deliberately became thicker from behind her.

Wang Lang grinned, and he could tell who it was from this altitude.

Gently patted the back of the hand that was covering his eyes, "Happy New Year."

"Did you guess who I am?" The woman still deliberately kept her voice thick.

"Why did you think of coming to Fuping City?" Wang Lang asked with a smile.

The woman let go of her hand and walked around Wang Lang with a smile on her face.

"Happy New Year."
Chapter completed!