The relationship between people is very delicate. Sometimes it is like two parallel lines. No intersection point can be found even if it extends far away. It is impossible to even get close to each other. Sometimes it is two cross lines. After the intersection, they extend to their respective directions and become more and more far away. But sometimes, the entanglement between people is like a mess of lines, intertwined with each other. Chen Feng stood in front of the window, let the cool wind blowing open shirt, cold in the chest, light looking at the distant dim lights, listening to the traffic outside, singing and dancing, as if standing in a pot of boiling water ups and downs, all over suffering, but it seems to be far away from all this, does not belong to this event, do not know what to do here, what to want, what to pursue.