Fucking mood map (don't surrender to this fucking world)

The hour hand points to 1 1, and the night is already deep.

There is only one hour left, and the day will be over.

1 He saved the document and turned off the computer. There is already a light outside the office window. This day has passed again, revising the plan, revising the draft, and limited thinking. It makes people tired and anxious. Under the light, people come and go, so lively. It's a pity that social animals don't deserve weekends.

He sighed and suddenly felt very tired. The day is coming to an end. The accumulated sense of powerlessness surged in a second, and it was by no means a straw that crushed the camel.

He got on the bus, and the dazzling lights blurred with the shaking of the car. He wants to talk to someone. Parents can't speak, can't understand, just worry. Friends around me can't speak, can't talk, and have subtle self-esteem that they don't want to show weakness. Colleagues can't even say that the first step to maintain a friendly workplace relationship is not to interfere with each other after work, which is the tacit understanding of modern people. But it doesn't matter, everyone's social software secretly hides a few strangers who can communicate with each other. He sent a string of messages.

Go home, recharge your batteries and take a shower. I walked out of the bathroom in a fit of pique and picked up the phone. The other party had already returned the message. Some of the same little complaints, some trivial things in life, and some words of refueling. He likes this kind of dialogue, where two people talk to each other through mobile phones, support each other and keep a safe and intimate distance. "well, come on, duck ~" he replied, thinking: it will be a new day soon. Why not get up early and go downstairs to eat powder?

He closed the shop door, wiped the sweat, and couldn't help but reach out and beat his waist. You may delay, but time will not. I'm over forty years old, so I can't stand a busy day. I have opened this noodle restaurant for several years, and I get up early every day for 365 days a year. I want to get up at four or five and start cooking soup. After six o'clock, I will open the store door, let out the fragrance and heat, and begin to welcome the guests of the new day. A busy day is a whole day.

Locking the door, he got on the electric car. The sun has started to get hot and dry in June, but it will be fine at night. The electric car shuttles through the busy traffic, and the wind blows from the ear, which is a rare quiet moment. When you go downstairs, park the car. He is in no hurry to go upstairs. He stood up, reached into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes and shook out another one. Bang, light the fire Take a deep breath and slowly spit out a white mist. Upstairs, a lighted window, that is his home. My wife is still waiting for him to come home.

The pressure of middle-aged men comes from all aspects, but they have to bear it. There are old people and little people in the world. He is not dissatisfied with his present life, tired, but full. My parents are still in good health, but they are old and occasionally have minor illnesses and pains. My wife is a virtuous and capable woman. She has been married to him for more than 20 years. Although she often nags, she keeps the house in good order. The daughter is the apple of the couple's eye. Now she is studying in a university in other places and will graduate soon. That's good, he thought as he smoked. Who is not tired alive? Just bear it.

He stubbed out his cigarette and strode upstairs. Go to bed early and get up early tomorrow morning to get busy in the shop. By the way, calculate the time, it's time to give my daughter living expenses. Girls should not be short of clothes and food when they are outside, lest they be cheated by some bad boy for three or two times. Thinking, he took out his mobile phone as he walked.

The party broke up and she walked on the sidewalk. It's getting dark and there are not many pedestrians on the road. Street lamps drag vegetation and people out of long shadows. Even after seeing the city for several years, at night, there is still a sense of strangeness and alienation. After all, she is not a native of hometown, but a college student who is about to graduate.

The screen of the mobile phone is still flickering. Chattering at the party doesn't seem to calm a friend's lovelorn mood. She still holds her tirelessly, telling her sadness and indignation, as well as countless accusations against her ex-boyfriend. Just like when they were together, their friends talked endlessly about how good that boy was.

It's been the same in Weibo recently, she thought. Breaking up, divorce, marriage, all emotional problems are crowded in a time node, and they break out together and are vigorous. What a bother. Skipping all the gossip hot searches that have been hung up for several days, she skillfully took some photos of the party. Incidentally, as a graduate, she once again DISS Zhai Moumou, then praised Weibo and vented her feelings like a friend.

After a cursory glance, I locked my phone and sighed. In the night sky in June, the moonlight is bright, reflecting the surrounding clouds in a hazy and chaotic color, and the night sky is deep and desolate. I like her mood at this moment. Compared with all kinds of emotional problems flying around her recently, she is more concerned about the unclear and overwhelmed future.

The phone is connected again, this time it is dad's message. Just a few simple words, a transfer. Her heart suddenly warmed up, and all the vacant things that had just been born suddenly faded a lot, as if suddenly a force had been injected. Why do you think so much? Let's do it step by step. She said to herself. Thinking like this, my mood seems to be much easier. Even the lights in the roadside convenience store seem to be on at home.

He happened to see a little girl walking briskly when he came out of the convenience store. The tied ponytail swings with the footsteps and is full of youthful and lively atmosphere. It is full of youth and vitality. That's great. If he has a daughter, will he grow up like this?

He went to the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes and walked into the elevator of the hospital. Men who want to be fathers for the first time are always anxious and nervous, and can only vent their inexplicable emotions through tobacco. After smoking, he obediently stood back to the door of the delivery room and paced back and forth, unable to stand steadily.

There is no moment's rest in my mind. From the acquaintance with his wife to the screening all the way, I have been imagining what the child looks like and the future fantasy of a family of three. Freshmen always bring infinite expectations.

But when the nurse came to him with a red and soft baby in her arms, all her thoughts suddenly went blank. Small, weak, but hopeful. For the first time, it was difficult for him to control the impulse to cry.

A new life. At the moment when today is coming to an end, at the moment when tomorrow is coming. Great, he thought. His baby, the future will be a warm little sun.

A pregnant woman in bed 5 8 gave birth to a full-term healthy baby girl. She carefully scrubbed the newborn baby, wrapped it in swaddling clothes and picked it up. The man who was waiting anxiously outside the door was so red that he was about to cry when he saw her push the door open.

After dealing with all this, she went back to the office to have a rest. I am working the night shift today, and I am very tired. Working in a hospital is really tiring. I have seen all kinds of doctor-patient relationships and human feelings. People are always nervous, and when they are busy, they are dizzy and trivial.

But sometimes it is also satisfying and joyful. For example, watching a new life with mental health, a cry came to this world. This is the future.

The screen of the mobile phone is lit up, which is a message from a WeChat friend who has never met before. As always, familiar tone, nagging daily life, with some complaints and melancholy. She smiled and picked up the phone to reply. I also talked with each other about the trivial things I met at work, spoke out the thoughts hidden in my heart, and encouraged and praised each other.

"Tomorrow will be better. Come on, duck! "

"Well, come on, duck ~"

Time is not moved by anyone, we walk every second firmly according to the rhythm.

The pointer has reached 12.

The day is over and a new day has begun.

Everyone, you and I, will usher in a new beginning.

All beings are busy, and things change. People are intertwined and interconnected, extending countless, infinite and brand-new futures.