Tick... Tick... Duan Ming's clock was beating in the table, but he couldn't hear the sound, and he was upset by the work at hand. He hadn't been home for three days. He had been doing well in the company's rest area these days, his eyes were dull, his eyes were dark, and his eyes were looking at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but recall his own night in the Internet cafe when he was in college. However, he was 35 years old, no longer young, and he didn't have so much energy. At this moment, he just felt his body was heavy and heavy. He walked to the coffee machine in front of the window and made a cup of coffee for himself. There were no pedestrians under the office building outside the window. Occasionally, a car passed by Duan Ming suddenly felt that he was very consistent with the night view of this city, just as lonely and lonely