What are those people who work at night going through?

I have never imagined what it would be like to work at night if staying up late to write a manuscript is not a night shift. I thought the night shift should be quite free, so I'll sleep it off.

The first formal night shift in my life, at the front desk of a hotel, it was still peaceful at eight or nine o'clock, and the guests dragged us to chat with melon seeds. Before ten o'clock, I began to feel sleepy. I had to cheer up and check in.

After twelve o'clock, the girl who accompanied me said to go to bed first. If there is anything to call, it's just me and uncle security.

The crazy and lonely night shift officially began. Basically, every guest in the back is full of alcohol, joking and talking loudly, which is nothing.

Caught off guard, there was a muffled sound outside the door, and the white car braked suddenly. When I looked up at the sound, I saw a man lying in front of the white car outside the door through the glass window, wearing gray clothes, and his thin body was as dim as the color of the road. He should be quite old, slightly bent, just lying motionless on the ground without any struggle. Then there was the sound of the car door closing and everyone in the room went out. I didn't dare to look too carefully, and bowed my head and continued to do my own thing, but my heart was beating a little fast, but there was nowhere to tell anyone. Everyone was asleep, and those who were not asleep should be very busy.

In this small town, the activities at night are either drunken people, such as these guests at the front desk, or people who make a living from it, such as uncle security and me. The traffic accident outside the door is obviously an extreme encounter between drunken people and people who make a living from it.

The night shift itself is nothing. Most people are more like a night watchman, guarding a whole night. From the beginning to the official arrival and then to the departure, time flows as much as during the day. But the sadness and tragicomedy of these nights are particularly heavy and lonely because of their thin popularity. The modified car engine crashed dully this night, and the policeman on duty at night didn't know where to drive. I can't help asking, I can't change this desolate world, why do I have to see it so clearly?