Last night, my brain was still very clear. In order to be able to sleep, taking a chlorine-gasy yellow-min tablet (cold medicine, which has a sleep-enhancing effect), was useless. So I simply got up and read "The Sea of Life" and read it until dawn - is this book poisonous? Why is it so attractive to me?
After dawn, I remember to run. The man stopped me and said that you didn’t sleep at all last night and you still wanted to go for a run? You are not going to run, but to be your own killer!
The man pressed me on the bed and helped me massage the back of my head. I don’t know how long it took to press, but I fell asleep unconsciously.
At noon, the man called me up to have a meal. I most disgusted with others disturbing me to sleep (sleep is too scarce for me). I sprayed the man with blood. The man quietly accepted my scolding, looking innocent and pitiful.
I had no appetite, so I took a few sips of the soup and hurriedly threw down the bowl. Turn on the computer, enter Qidian.com, and reply to readers’ comments on my novels.
About half an hour passed, and the headache was almost exploding. I still wanted to persevere, but the man snatched my computer and said that you want to exhaust yourself. What should your parents do? What should I do?
I don’t even have the strength to argue. Throw yourself onto the bed. The man came over to massage my stupid "pig head" (others can code tens of thousands of words a day, but half of what I coded others would be so tired. It's so pig head). The man really had a few tricks, and soon I fell asleep again.
Sleep until five o'clock in the afternoon. It is dark early in winter, and the dusk outside gradually fades down and closes, like a huge net slowly covering the world.
My bed is close to the window, and the high building with more than 40 stories has not been able to eliminate the traffic at the bottom of the building. This world is bustling at any time, and it is so different from the quietness I need in my heart.
The mood is particularly bad (I have this kind of virtue every time I wake up during the day.), as if I am walking alone in the boundless desert, without direction, and no matter how I walk, I can't see the oasis of life.
So I thought of something related to death - if I stop breathing at this time, it would be a good thing! Yes, how good is death! When a person cannot continue, death is the most correct way out!
Want to listen to some music to drive away the desolation in your heart. But at this moment, music is nothing - the more I listen to it, the more I want to find a knife to dig out the wrist artery.
The man came in silently several times and went out silently. I looked at me with pity, doubts, and helplessness. My mouth moved several times, but I was shocked by my gloomy expression so hard that I dared not speak.
What's wrong with me? No one in this world owes me, why should I let innocent people be hurt because of me?
I stood quietly in front of the window. The street lights outside flashed one after another, like countless dreams that appeared and appeared faintly.
Yes, life is like a dream. In the long river of life, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot control the beauty and evil of his dreams.
What a passive life! What a helpless person! Living alone, what is the meaning of this life?
I looked out the window and looked down at the vehicles coming and going south and the crowds like night insects, as if everything was blindly busy, floating and without any refuge.
I am also a soul with no conversion, invisibly hidden into the surging night, and cannot find a bright spot.
Yes, I can't find myself.
The man came in again and sat down next to me carefully. My hands fell on my shoulders. The warm breathing is stable and even. It only makes me feel unforgettable and does not disturb my peace.
I turned around and stared at the person silently. The man stared at me silently, too. I was deeply ashamed when my eyes met. What I bring to the people in front of me is also confusion, fatigue, and doubt.
In my life, I can never warm others, nor can I be warmed by people with heat?
text, don’t ask too much about yourself, you are enough for me to look up to you, but you are unwilling to be content. If you are not satisfied, you will suffer.Aren’t you reading “The Sea of Life”? Maijia in the book, don’t you tell you that people should learn to reconcile with themselves? Only when a person learns to reconcile with himself can he abandon some old things from his heart and put new things on it. You are new and full of vitality every day in this way.
text, no matter when, as long as you don’t dislike me, I can be by your side at any time. When you feel nothingness is coming, you can hug me, or ask me to hug you, to warm you with the truth, and to warm you with warmth. I believe that as long as you are willing to do so, the soil of nothingness will bloom and bear fruit.
text, sometimes I think you are too selfish. You clearly know that your joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness will affect my joy, anger, and sorrow, and you also know my physical condition, but why can't you abandon anger and sorrow, and only keep joy and happiness, so that I can't get along with you, how many good days can I get?
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That person murmured, murmured, his eyes were desolate.
I picked up "Life Sea" again, I must understand this time!
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