leave this sad place

Chapter 150 Dull
"I don't know what it's going to be like when I go back tonight." He sighed again, feeling that he really had nothing to do these two days.

"Let's go to the classroom and get some sleep." He shook his head, not wanting to think about how they would evaluate his behavior just now.

There were not many early arrivals in the classroom at noon, and most of the students came only when they were about to start class.Ouyang looked at the empty surroundings, a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes, he could finally have a good sleep.

Maybe it's because people don't fulfill their wishes, or maybe it's because things have become a habit recently.When Ouyang was about to fall asleep, two laughing classmates came in.When talking, he didn't look at the situation around him, and he didn't control his volume, which made Ouyang feel a nameless anger.

He raised his head angrily and glanced at the two girls with obvious disgust.Such selfish behavior made him very upset!
He wanted to make a sound to stop it, and then looked at the other sleeping students who were still lying on the table without paying attention, with their eyes closed.He shook his head helplessly, thinking about it or forget it, after all, why should he care about these things if he is a classmate?
"I hope the two of them can see the situation clearly and calm down." He comforted himself, closed his eyes again, and slept on his arms again.

But some people don't seem to know how to think about others by nature. The two girls are still laughing and having fun, but their voices are getting louder and louder.This made Ouyang's depressed heart even more depressed. He felt that his forgiveness to others was the indulgence of others.After all, people with strong self-consciousness are rare, but selfish people are common.

He shook his head again to wake himself up, watching those students who were sleeping on the desks get up one after another and consciously read and review at their respective desks.This made Ouyang sigh inexplicably again.

"Life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, the key is to see how you look at it." He recited these words silently, and his bored heart felt slightly better.

"Review, review, the exam will be in a few days." He said to himself, thinking of the upcoming major final exam, he felt dizzy again, and felt that his recent life rhythm was completely disrupted.

He flipped through the textbook and yawned twice from time to time, his head felt groggy from time to time, and his eyes became more and more wandering while reading, which made him want to sleep again.

He raised his head and glanced around, his face full of bitterness, sleeping at this time is simply whimsical.Most of the students have already come to the classroom, and the classroom is boiling like a pot of water, and the class will start soon.

"Hold it up." Other than that, he couldn't think of any other good way.

The afternoon seemed to slow down a bit, but it finally passed.

When Ouyang went back at night, he became a little hesitant, and he felt a little dislike for that place.Because everything like that is still not what he likes or wants.

He had to muster up his courage again and let himself get used to that as much as possible.

When he opened the door and went in, he heard some voices coming from the room.Walking quickly, I found her sitting on the bed watching TV.

television?He was slightly taken aback, and then remembered that she had mentioned to him to buy a TV to watch, so as not to be bored at home.

"Are you back?" She put on her slippers, walked up to him and asked him, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

He changed the shoes silently, and did not answer. What happened at noon today made him unhappy all the time.

"You said it, so I can do it." She reminded.

He put the books away and ignored her.I opened the rice cooker and looked, there was still some rice in it, but it wasn't well heated, lying there cold.A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, thinking that she was too busy watching TV at night and didn't even get food.There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of the mouth, even if she didn't cook, how can you blame her yourself?It was never her duty.

"It's cold rice, it's not hot yet." Seeing him casually picking up a pair of bowls and chopsticks and about to scoop up the rice, she hurriedly stopped him.

He glanced at her, ignored her, and scooped up the rice by himself.

"Wait a minute, I'll warm it up for you right away." She persuaded him again.

"I like to eat cold rice, and I used to be used to eating cold rice." He said coldly, still feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"So stubborn, why don't you wait a few minutes? Eating cold food is bad for your stomach, and you will suffer when you get old." Her tone was no longer soft.

"If it's not good, it's not good. That's my own business. I don't want you to take care of it, and I don't want you to do it!" He felt a little angry again.They have never cared much about their own affairs since they were young, and they have never understood or cared about some things in their hearts.Why do you have to ask yourself at this time?Do you really think it's not too late to fix a dead sheep?How can it be so easy to make up for those lost things and get them back in exchange!

"You guys never cared about it anyway!" He muttered and said it out loud.

She was slightly taken aback, and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"Okay, you'd better watch your TV." He said coldly again.

"You—what do you think?" she asked blankly.

"How did you think of it?" His brows were slightly frowned, a little puzzled.

She hesitated, and didn't know whether she should speak, and how to speak.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." He looked at her hesitant to speak, coupled with the resentment in his heart, he no longer had the extra patience to continue talking to her.He took the rice bowl and walked to the table.

She sighed softly, turned off the TV, and walked towards him.

"I'd better warm up these dishes." She said softly to him again.

"No, I not only like to eat cold rice, but also cold dishes. Anyway, I'm used to it before." His voice was still cold, as stiff as the food.

She pulled up a stool and sat down, looking at him.

He picked up vegetables and grilled rice without turning his eyes, as if she didn't exist.And there seemed to be an inexplicable taste in the cold food, which made him a little choked up and a little uncomfortable.

She quietly watched him chewing carefully, as if letting herself know him again.She didn't know what she should say to him now, but she felt a little ashamed of him.Seeing him chewing cold rice earnestly made her feel very uncomfortable.

I don't know how he lived for so many years?She sighed suddenly in her heart, her eyes dimmed.

Cold meals, cold favors, and that frozen heart.His gaze became a little cold again, and he suddenly found that he seemed to know what warmth was.

Warmth, have you owned it yourself?When is it?Where?Why can't I remember?His heart welled up with the feeling of loneliness again, the loneliness of being abandoned by the whole world!I feel like a lone wolf wandering on the grassland, eating and sleeping in the open, blowing the biting north wind.

Maybe I was born to be lonely and indifferent!He thought secretly, feeling even more depressed.

"Let me do it." She watched him finish the meals, then got up to clear the dishes on the table.

He took his own bowls and chopsticks, grabbed the dishes on the table and walked to the sink, carefully washed them and put them away.Then he went into his room, closed the door, turned off the light, and lay motionless on the bed.Let the darkness that comes at that moment wrap yourself up.

She stood aside and watched all this, without saying a word in silence.Turning around, he also entered his room, turned off the light, and didn't know if he was sleeping or thinking about something.

With a faint sigh, Ouyang opened those bright black and deep eyes.

In the quiet surroundings, the moon still swayed with soft light.He slowly took out his phone and started reading a novel.

In the dark night, in the lonely night, besides the company of novels, what else can he have?

(End of this chapter)