Chapter 2 August is young (1)

My name is Weiyang. I have been growing up in southern cities. Before the age of 17, I was on the southern coast; after I was 17, I came to Shanghai.This is a sunny and crowded city, the air is polluted all the year round, but the silent sky between tall buildings has a clear color.At night, the Bund emits a decadent smell, a material decadent smell.Time and shattered dreams are buried together—fermenting unceasingly, which cannot be stopped. There is also a typhoon season every year, in August. At the age of 25, I told myself that I was going to live in the North.I don't know if there will be typhoons in the north. I like the suffocation of death when they whiz by.Unpredictable, free-spirited, and hallucinatory.On the overpass on Shaanxi Road, a game I often play is to lean my back against the fence and slowly lean down.My hair was blowing in the wind, my eyes began to dizzy, and I saw the clouds in the sky spread in large swaths across the city in graceful poses.I began to understand that when a woman looks at the sky, she is not looking for something.She is just lonely.

Worked in an Internet company and just left.I am celibate. I once told Joe that I knew exactly what kind of man I wanted.My judgment only takes 10 minutes. 10 minutes.Will know if my whole life will have anything to do with him. If he can bring me love, then my pain will be under his control.Therefore, there will be a period of 10 minutes in life, and there will be a premonition before the accident at any time.So I believe that every intuitive person can't let go of his fear.