The third option: I am uncle control

There are no curtains because he feels that his world is small enough, and he needs a window to see outside.

I deliberately gave up everything I had in the past 40 years, including old colleagues, old comrades-in-arms, old classmates, parents and relatives, and came to a city with no support at all alone, made a settlement decision during the trip, and soon bought a hardcover hotel-style apartment check in.It took 120 days to spend a fraction of my savings, and then rely on my qualifications to find a job in the city and get income to start a new life.

He believes that the number 120 is a kind of destiny, much like the password he shouted in the barracks, it is a forward rhythm, a brand new start.

He likes a new beginning, which is a kind of courage that cannot be exercised and a temperament that is difficult to cultivate, and it is something that flows in the blood and soul.He couldn't understand that most people maintain the present day after day, have as much as possible, and then take good care of and store everything they have, trying to ensure its stability and avoid impermanence.

Impermanence is the rule between heaven and earth, in the game, you must follow the rules.It is futile and exhausting to artificially maintain the relative balance.

For this reason, in a completely unfamiliar environment, he did not have the slightest confusion and worry, neither possessed nor lost in the true sense.

A little hermit in the wild, a big hermit in the city, and a half in another country.

He tried his best to downplay himself, not realizing that he would be noticed and even visually sniped.

He didn't know what was special about his window at night, and he didn't expect that the absence of curtains would become the only display within a certain range.In an exquisite apartment of [-] square meters, the large windows on three sides reveal the inner peace of a man.No concerns, no privacy, and in a way, no self.

He firmly believes that the world is relative, just like heaven and earth, day and night, likes and dislikes, and dirt.In the daytime, there is no trace of truthfulness in the necessary decoration of clothes to show people in the daytime.The key card of the apartment gives him the authority to stay at this height and step out of the delicate transitional space of the elevator.When the thick oak door is closed behind, it is a kind of double isolation of spirit and body.

Only that window has become the only peeping port for others to isolate this side.