leave this sad place

Chapter 118 Late Greetings

He stared at him with a sense of sadness in his eyes again, and a slight pain in his heart, and those sorrows hidden in the corners of his heart surged out again.

The mechanical and rigid bell rang again.

"Oh." Ouyang sighed softly, some thoughts finally flew back, but he felt a little lonely in his heart.

"Everything is in the past, and everything will start again." He thought again in his heart, his eyes were a little dazed.

"Forget it, what's the difference if you forget it or not?" He glanced at the blue sky outside the window, the blue sky was as silent as him, and seemed to recall those previous memories like him?

Blue sky, white clouds, a woman's company, a happy time, but unfortunately there will be an end.

"Don't think about it anymore, she doesn't belong to you anymore. She has her direction, she has her pursuit and happiness, all I can do is to bless her silently in my heart." He comforted again Looking at myself, the yearning for her in my heart is no longer as strong as before, so heart-piercing and heart-wrenching!

The heart is only so big, if one person goes in, another person is destined to come out.

It used to be Sun Xiaohong, but now even Yushu is in his heart, because the shadow of another person involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Jieer!The girl who could easily warm his heart had already been deeply imprinted in his heart at some point.

"What is this?" The corner of his mouth raised a bit of sarcasm, he didn't cherish it when he had it, and felt heartache when he lost it!

"Would such a self be bothersome?" He had too many worries, but he couldn't forget about Yushu, and his heart was swaying.Don't dare to love, let alone love deeply!In the deepest part of his heart, he was already afraid.

"What are you thinking about?" He felt a little impatient in his heart, and those melancholy coiled around his body like silk.It made him unable to straighten out his hair, and made him feel depressed, even suffocated!He really didn't want to think about those anymore, but his thoughts were beyond his control, so he always felt disturbed for no reason.Such an unreasonable feeling is only because he has already planted a seed in his heart that will germinate, but he still doesn't realize it.

"Okay." He wanted to take back his thoughts, sighed again, and said silently in his heart: "What will happen in the future—let's talk about it later." Feeling weak like an ancient scholar.

He withdrew his gaze from the window, only to realize that there were very few students in the classroom.

"So it's time to have lunch." He smiled wryly, and he actually forgot about eating—a major event in life.

He looked out the window again, got up slowly, collected himself, and walked towards the door of the classroom.Under the sunlight at noon, the figure somehow gave off a feeling of loneliness.

He passed by the door of Yushu's classroom slowly, stopped in his footsteps, and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.He resisted a stubborn and impassioned impulse in his heart, let out a heavy breath, stepped forward with feet that had become somewhat heavy at some point, and walked firmly and persistently step by step.

He finally didn't look back again, he was finally able to walk past the door of her classroom without looking sideways!

"All this is finally really over!" He looked up at the blue sky again, feeling that the blue sky seemed to be much brighter, and the invisible haze was finally dispelled by a kind of courage that endured pain.That feeling is like scraping out the poison attached to the bone without anesthesia, it hurts, it hurts!
He looked down at the dishes in the bowl, but his eyes were empty. These dishes, which he usually likes most, made him feel no appetite today.

Of course, the culprit that caused all of his problems was not the food in the bowl, but an emotion, an emotion that he could not describe but did exist.

He swallowed it mouthful, as if mechanically executing the instructions in his brain, the taste was chewy, but his heart was full of bitterness.

Suddenly he felt like crying, and the circles of his eyes were slightly red.

You must know that today is his birthday, yet he feels so lonely and heartbroken!How can this not torture him who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside?

After what seemed like a century, he finally finished his first birthday meal this year.This is not because he wants to savor it carefully, but because he really can't swallow it.It's not because those dishes are not to his liking, it's actually what he congratulates himself on his lonely birthday!

He didn't get the greeting he wanted, not even the simplest blessing that he didn't care much about.

"Maybe I care too much." He looked at the blue sky again - the still silent blue sky.

I don't know when he got used to talking to himself like this, comforting himself, even entertaining himself!

Oh, how sad and helpless!It's just self-fantasy, self-deception!

Time passed slowly, and it watched all this silently, without disturbing, let alone making any suggestions.

The star opened his eyes lazily, and looked at the world with his hazy eyes-it was pitch black without a ray of light.It looked, looked, resisted the timidity in its heart and looked for its companions around.It doesn't want to be so alone, not even for a moment!
Where will the first star to open its eyes find its companion?So it cried, crying like a child lost in the universe.

Maybe it was crying too sadly, one, two, three stars were called by its cry, they surrounded it and comforted it together.Even the lonely and deserted moon couldn't help running out to find out.

"Is it dark at last?" Ouyang looked at the starry sky outside the window, feeling an indescribable loss in his heart.

Today is his birthday after all, and he still hasn't received any greetings.Although he didn't seem to care about these things, he couldn't stop feeling lost in his heart. Who could really not care?It seems that there is a fiery beating thing that is sinking into the bottomless abyss, and sinking again, even the fiery breath is gradually cooling down.

The corners of his eyes became a little rosy again. He wanted to cry, but he didn't want to make a sound, and he didn't want to cry.

He has shed too many tears. Although "the eyes become clearer because of the tears", he doesn't want his tears to be stained with cheap breath.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he has not yet reached the point of sadness!
It was too easy to hurt him, a casual word might cause his wound to burst and blood flow.

"I'm crying, who would know?" He looked at the stars outside the window again, twinkling like rubbing his teary eyes.But his tears just wanted to flow in his heart, he didn't want people to know, but he was eager to let people know.So contradictory yet so real.

The phone rang, and he took out the phone a little slowly, and it showed his mother's number.At this time, she will only be calling him.

"Hello." He said wearily, without calling his mother.In fact, mother, father, these two words are rarely, seldom spoken out of his mouth.

He grew up with his grandparents since he was a child, and the words "parents" were engraved in his bones, day after day, year after year.But the bond between his parents is getting weaker and weaker in his heart. It's not that he doesn't yearn for these, but that he enjoys so little maternal love that he can count it with one hand, and the so-called fatherly love is in his heart. There was never any left in my heart!All that is left is the unforgettable pain and hatred.He hates his father?
Yes, he hated his father!If you hate it in your soul, you will bring it to the coffin when you die!
He is not a dutiful son, nor does he want to be a dutiful son.He is a villain!A born villain!The villain in his bones!

But who made all these evils?Why let him bear this natural pain that does not belong to him?What should he do when his parents can't give him a little happiness, but can only bring him endless pain?He closed his eyes, feeling a slight pain in his heart again!

"Son, today is your birthday. I'm busy during the day, so I don't have time to call you. I have to wait until night to call you." The mother's voice brought back Ouyang's wandering thoughts.

"Oh." Ouyang responded lightly, there was actually not much in common between him and his parents.

"Did you eat meat on your birthday today, did you go out to have a good time and have fun?" She asked some trivial things, but Ouyang didn't really care about these things, and took them very lightly.

He didn't know how to answer, he just responded with "Oh".

"I work very hard outside, I go to bed very late every day, and I have to wake up very early in the morning. You must study hard at home." After she finished talking about those trivial things, she did not forget to remind her.

Ouyang was silent for a moment without saying a word.She just complained to him about her hard work outside, but she didn't know the little bit of grief in his son's heart, and didn't know that he stayed up late and stayed up more than her in the past two years.Because he never told her.

"I will work hard!" He said this sentence that he had never said to her before. He would never say such clear and affirmative words as "yes" to her before.Because what he said were promises, the relationship between him and her was too serious!So serious that he would think several times before saying each word.

"Well, that's it. You should rest early." She didn't feel that when her son said that sentence, his tone was serious.

"Oh." He didn't use the word "um" to answer, because as soon as he used this word, he agreed, and then he couldn't stay up late tonight, which even he wouldn't believe.

He waited for her to hang up the phone, feeling even more heavy in his heart.

The relationship between him and her was too serious, which made him feel a little depressed.But she didn't know it, and she still put pressure on him, letting him push herself time and time again.

As the night gradually deepened, Ouyang lay quietly on the bed, not feeling sleepy at all.Today has not yet passed, and his birthday has not yet passed, not to mention that he has no habit of going to bed early.

He heard the sound of a text message alert from his mobile phone, and he opened it to take a look.

It reads: I'm too busy today, I only have time to send you a text message until now.Happy birthday to you!Well, go to bed early, good night.

This is a greeting from sister Xiaolan.She has never broken contact with him, this is something that those former classmates did not know, and Li Ting did not find out at all, otherwise how could he have misunderstood him until now.

"Oh." He thought for a while and answered a word, then looked at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock.

He wants to read novels for a while, which is his habit since he was in junior high school.

The moonlight was shining outside the window, and only his mobile phone was still on in the whole dormitory. There was an indescribable feeling of loneliness swaying in the dark night.

(End of this chapter)