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Photosynthesis
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In the sound of the wind, he heard the echoes of fate.
In September, Jinghai was bathed in bright blue skies and white clouds, a vibrant city alive with dreams. This was a place where all young souls yearning for the horizon would eventually converge, clinking glasses decorated with laughter and pain, shattering the essence of youth and vigor, only to part ways in solitude once their youth had faded away.
Tomorrow would surely be better than today—Sun Xinming lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and let his mind drift. The soft blanket and warm bed were enough for him.
He didn’t want to work day in and day out. It was too exhausting.
Jinghai was vast, filled with countless people, all seeming insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Without effort, one couldn't even hope to reach the threshold of their dreams; maintaining dignity in life would be a struggle.
Jinghai was a bustling metropolis, teeming with talented and hardworking individuals. Sun Xinming felt like a drop in an ocean, unable to make a splash. He worked at a hotel, once serving in a Western restaurant, where he tackled an array of responsibilities—endlessly washing glasses and folding napkins.
The Lao Jinghai commercial district was prime real estate, home to four upscale shopping malls and numerous luxury hotels. The Jinghai Hotel, where Sun Xinming worked, was among them.
Even so, during his free time, he preferred visiting the zoo over wandering through malls or alleys—taking leisurely strolls to clear his mind and escape the human world felt liberating. This was his secret; he had an intense dislike for people. Animals possessed wildness and strength but were also pure-hearted. He enjoyed interacting with them and often found himself drawn to the Lao Jinghai Zoo whenever he had spare time.
Strolling aimlessly felt extravagant; despite lacking time and energy, he couldn’t suppress his desire for freedom.
"Please grant Jinghai some rain," he thought.
On sunny days, the heat was unbearable; everyone seemed like firecrackers ready to explode without needing a lighter—tempers flared under the scorching sun. Only when it rained did Yun Bar reveal its true night ambiance; on chilly rainy nights, sipping a light drink while wrapped in a fluffy blanket felt refreshing yet chilling.
He grabbed a handful of Rice Crackers and angrily stuffed it into his mouth, unsure who he was trying to take revenge on by nearly choking himself.
Sun Xinming hadn’t submitted his resignation; instead, he had merely inquired about transferring departments with HR. He had only been at Yun Bar for about a month, yet that month had been enough for many stories to unfold. In another month, as the weather grew colder, the outdoor bar would close for the season.
That month felt like a fleeting dream—eyes open or closed, blue skies and white clouds mingled with red flowers, yellow flowers, purple flowers, and green grass; guests came and went like brushstrokes on a canvas. Familiar scenes often presented unexpected yet understandable challenges.
Recently, Yun Bar had introduced a new flavor of Rice Crackers that overwhelmingly outperformed the original taste in popularity among patrons—everyone loved it except for Sun Xinming. The complimentary bar snacks were distributed based on the number of guests; each serving required three different snacks without specific combinations. Thus emerged a common mathematical problem of permutations.
Currently, Yun Bar offered four types of snacks: Nori Rice Snack, Spicy Rice Crackers, Shizi Peanuts, and regular peanuts. Each combination of three would yield twelve possible pairings.
While others randomly assigned snacks, Sun Xinming always fixed the positions of three specific snacks whenever he prepared them: peanuts were always placed in the top left corner because good fortune mattered most—he even paid attention to color coordination for the porcelain bowls used to serve them.
Blue-green-blue or green-blue-green; harmony was crucial at all times—it represented an attitude for Sun Xinming.
It seemed that as one grew more fatigued and overwhelmed, the sound of the wind grew louder until it drowned out everything else. After three seconds of evening breeze passed by him,
he firmly believed that everything would eventually pass.
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