The streets at eleven o'clock

I am a person who likes to go to bed early.

I usually go to bed on time at ten o'clock in the evening, and no later than ten thirty at the latest. Therefore, I rarely appear on the street after ten o'clock in the evening.

Tonight is an exception.

The reason is that my husband and I had a fight.

I was so angry that I slammed the door and walked out at 9:40 pm.

I haven’t eaten since the quarrel. Well, filling my stomach first is the key. I have to find a place to eat quickly.

I thought it was so late that many restaurants should have closed. Who knew that it was just the opposite? Every shop was brightly lit.

I walked into this restaurant and saw many people immersed in eating. I ordered a side of tomato sauce noodles.

Sitting across from me was a guy who was delivering Meituan takeout. He was eating a portion of fried rice. He was picking up his cell phone while eating, for fear that he would accidentally be ordered by a customer who was waiting for delivery. , so he wolfed down the rice and hurried out in less than two minutes.

At this time, a girl came to my right. The girl looked tired, as if she had just gotten off work. Like me, she also ordered a tomato sauce noodles.

Finally, my noodles were ready. I didn’t care whether it was delicious or full, so I just took a few bites to fill my stomach and went out for a walk.

At this time, it was exactly eleven o'clock.

The street lights on the street were dimly lit, and there were very few pedestrians on the road.

I suddenly felt that such a night was particularly free.

It seems that no one has enjoyed the streets at eleven in a long time.

As I was walking, I saw a girl riding a bicycle in front of me. No, judging from her unfamiliar look, she seemed to be a novice, trying to ride a bicycle little by little.

I saw her concentrating on learning how to control the bridle smoothly, and trying to lift her feet off the ground little by little.

Well, choosing to learn to ride a bicycle at night is a really good choice.

Don’t worry about too many people laughing at you because of your embarrassment, and don’t worry about the ill-intentioned looks from others.

Because the streets at eleven o'clock are quiet and free.

As I walked further, I found a girl squatting on the side of the road. Because the night was too dark, I couldn't see whether she was happy or sad.

But I know that she must be lonely.

Otherwise, who would be squatting alone on the roadside at eleven o'clock in the evening, with his head still buried in his palms.

Perhaps, no matter how happy a person is during the day, after all he hides pain that you cannot see. He is always used to squatting in a corner where others cannot see him at night, licking his wounds silently.

Unknowingly, I walked to the gate of the community, and my anger was almost gone.

The streets at eleven o'clock are quiet and free.