The North

In Beijing, the subway that I often take is line 14 and 6. The place where I live is near subway line 4. Perhaps, any subway line is not as prosperous as line 4. No matter when you take Line 4, you will feel squeezed meat pie. I even found the most suitable reason for myself to take line 4, which is suitable for losing weight. If I take the subway every day, I think I can definitely cultivate the devil’s figure. There was a long queue waiting for the car to approach. When the door was opened, my legs and feet no longer belonged to me. The craziness of the crowd behind me pushed me into the carriage, and the earphones on my ears were squeezed out. When I put them back, this is the next stop. I like listening to music in the subway, which is deafening. In this way, I can think about my own things in the noisy subway. Sometimes, I will conceive a short article, if my hand could reach into the bag and take out the mobile phone, I would write the essay of the idea into a talk, and then put it into a text after going home. I wrote a lot in the subway, but when I finished writing, I found that I had already taken the station, so I returned. Many of my articles were completed in such round-trip carriages. It has been nearly three months, and my sleep time is getting less and less. Especially after receiving the draft, it often appears that the whole night is spent in checking the materials. I just like to write in the middle of the Night. The more reason is that the silence at night can make me talk with myself. The unrestrained thinking gradually becomes clear, as if there are stories and self in front of me. The first section of “Beijing subway” started in summer and ended in summer. I thought I could continue my second section in the season of long skirt fluttering, which was really unexpected, at the beginning of the second section, I wore a long woolen dress with a long scarf wrapped around my neck. There was cold wind outside the window. I have always known consciously that I am belongs to laziness, just like a lazy cat huddling in the corner of the wall in winter, just waiting for sunshine to touch my white hair and lazy eyes. The subway is still the same. I am on the subway of Line 4, leaning against a window diagonally, and there is NO boiling in the headphones. ONE Sea, I suddenly forgot which station I would get off at, and clearly remembered that I would go to a hotel in Haidian to attend my friend’s wedding. In a panic, I looked through the address book of my mobile phone. Fortunately, there was an uncle who knew my grade of road insanity. Uncle, I’m going to the gold and silver hotel in Haidian. Which stop should I reverse? With two or three minutes of waiting, I was no longer in a panic. I knew that there were text messages pouring in from my mobile phone, and the content was the exact bus route and the left-to-right turn after leaving the station. At that time, I felt a kind of warmth. Thank you very much for having such an uncle who can give me directions to go home anywhere in Beijing. There were more and more people in the subway. A child who looked like a student carrying a guitar began to play while singing. I turned off the music on my mobile phone and began to listen to this child singing Xu Wei’s Blue Lotus. I think this child is just a singer, not humble or begging. He just sings quietly there and sings the songs he likes. I don’t know how others treat this singing child, at least, I am like it. Even, in the next bus, the child playing the guitar was still in front of me, and the Blue Lotus sang by him was still beside my ears. Suddenly I really wanted to talk about the thing ten days ago, which was just like a piece of glass, stimulating my fragile nerves. On November 16th, I took subway line 4 to line 6 to visit Mr. Li Dazhong, a painter of calligraphy and painting. In the corridor leading to Line 6, the mobile phone in the bag rang. There were photos received by WeChat, on which were injured arms and blue legs. To be honest, seeing these photos, I am angry. I even stopped. I stood in the corridor of the subway, and there was a kind of liquid called tears flowing down my cheek, dropping down the corridor of the subway. I clearly know that the protagonist in the photo is my best friend, and what kind of violent beating she suffered at home. I leaned against the wall of the corridor feebly, and the collapsed cold sweat soaked my clothes, which instantly became cold and moist again. I called my good friend again and again, but no one answered. It seemed that I could hear her crying in fear, but I could do nothing. I didn’t want to transfer to the subway or visit the master any more. I turned around quickly and went back to the subway of Line 4 at an extremely fast speed. I just want to know that my good friend is safe, and the station I want to take is called Ping An Li. The subway of Line 4 is always crowded. It seems that there is only the distance between gloves between people, but it is strange, Is apathy. I was pushed into the carriage by people behind me, and I only occupied one part of my body, as if to be squeezed into biscuits and unable to breathe. The subway was listed as the destination at the New Palace station. I got off the bus again in the crowd of hula. What moved me was that the phone rang and it was called by my good friend. She didn’t cry, but told the whole story calmly. Her peace scared me. She seemed to be telling a story that had nothing to do with herself, but my heart was already painful. 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