leave this sad place

Chapter 155 Gap
But can the virtual world really bring him what he wants?Can it really make him not feel lonely?This question has always existed in his heart, and he has always known the answer.I just don't want to think about it, just admit it.

"Could it be that I can't even distinguish the virtual from the real? Could it be that I really like reading novels so much?" He asked himself silently in his heart, a trace of condensed melancholy lingering and inseparable. go.

Silently turned off the phone, lay on the bed blankly, quietly.But his thoughts were unsettled like a tide, and he was as depressed as a cuckoo.In fact, he has always been clear in his heart that he doesn't like those virtual worlds at all, but he often stays in them.Sometimes it's just to fill the void inside of me, sometimes it's just to escape.

Slowly opened the door, and did not see her busy figure. "Maybe you're going to play cards again?" He said with a somewhat mocking tone, but there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Looking at the world outside the window, the sky is so gloomy that it looks like a face that is about to drip water, and even the air seems to contain a bit of mystery.

Ouyang's heart became even more depressed and emptied.He didn't know what to do anymore, and the loneliness penetrated into the bone marrow like a bone-eating toxin, and there was also such an inexplicable sadness.He feels that he is a person who should not be idle, only by being busy or entering those virtual worlds can he no longer be so empty, lonely, and even sad.

But now?I don't want to read novels at all, and I don't want to learn to do homework at all.So what else can be done?Or force yourself to do something to pass and waste this rare leisure time?And after that?Will you regret the time you wasted?Such and such thoughts resurfaced involuntarily, and I stopped myself from thinking about them.

There was another sigh, he wanted to just stay quietly for an afternoon like this, without thinking or doing anything, like a piece of dull wood, like a stubborn stone.

"Maybe the pain in my heart only comes from myself, from my own mood. If a person can really not care about anything, don't care about anything, then what else can make him sad and sad?" ?” His overly sensitive feelings made his thoughts fly again involuntarily.

"If the sky has love, the sky will also grow old. Is this really the case?" He murmured subconsciously, his eyes became a little obsessed.Gradually, it was like being possessed by a demon.

The whole afternoon was spent by him thinking wildly, but his heart became more depressed, as if a stone was placed on it.

The sky gradually darkened, but he still stood quietly, like a statue.

A blinding white light lit up, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

"It's dark, why don't you turn on the light?" Her voice came from next to her ear, with a trace of reproach and a trace of concern.

He was slightly taken aback, not knowing how to answer himself.Could it be that I like the feeling in the dark?Or did you forget to turn on the light?But does it all matter?Then why bother to answer?

He glanced at her silently, and some wanted to ask her if she went to play cards again this afternoon, but he couldn't ask her anyhow.Isn't she allowed to play cards to pass the boring time?What's the point of such a question?

So he walked into his room silently again, into a room full of darkness.

Seeing him standing blankly in the aisle, the dark mass did not turn on the lights.Subconsciously asked him a question, but he walked into his own room again without paying attention.Her brows were tightly frowned, his lost soul-like performance made her secretly anxious.All things have their own reasons, but what happened this time?She was puzzled and puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask him directly.

He warmed up the meals carefully, knocked on his door, and called him to come out to eat.This approach made her want to make up for some of the emotional debt she owed him over the years.However, she didn't know that once some things were missed, they could never be made up for. Maybe she knew it too, but she just didn't want to admit it.I always feel that he is so indifferent to me now, but it's just that he hasn't communicated too much in these years.If you don't get together often, it's inevitable that you will be unfamiliar, maybe the same is true of family affection, but it's hard to detect.

Or maybe after staying like this for a year, everything will be fine.

But what about him?He didn't even know why he became like this.And for them, does he really care about those so-called family affection?If he cared, he didn't want to think about it now; if he didn't care, why did he feel so sad about it a while ago, and even thought about committing suicide?Is it all just to escape?
He left the room like a puppet, looking at the hot food on the table.I still don't know what kind of emotion I should feel in my heart. Seeing her doing everything like this so conscientiously, what else can I ask for?Although I don't like the life of Yi Lai stretching out her hand and Fan Lai opening her mouth, how can she be indifferent to what she has paid?Could it be that he really has the heart of Shi Zuo, wouldn't he feel a little moved?It's just that there is a touch of sentimentality besides being moved.

All of this, to be honest, I don't need it, and I don't like it.But what can be done?Do you want to throw all her good intentions into the wind?Or should I just tell her that I don't need or want these things?But will it really work?It's not that I haven't tried it.If she really did this, what else could she do at home?Are you going to ask her to return to the way she was before and go out to continue working?Is it really necessary to look at her like this, and not even let her have a good rest for a while?Could he really be so cruel and say such vicious words?
What else can I do?What else to do but accept it?What's more, everything he accepted was still given by her, so what righteous reason could he have to criticize her?Silence, apart from accepting silently, I don't know what else to do.But his heart became even more depressed, as if there were small stones stuffed inside.

"Looking at your gloom today, do you have something on your mind?" She asked cautiously.

He looked up at her, why he became like this today, in fact, even he himself didn't know the real reason, and he didn't want to think about those reasons, because it was already like this now.So he replied blankly, "I don't know."

Such a sentence is cold and has no warmth.This made her feel a pity in her heart, but she couldn't express it, after all, she was his mother.

"Silly boy, how can I not know if I have something on my mind?" She spoke in a gentle tone, trying to adjust the atmosphere that had become somewhat depressed.

But he seemed to be specifically against her, and kept silent.But again he was helpless and didn't know how to answer.Maybe saying some insignificant and brisk words can ease the atmosphere that is a bit frozen like ice, but he is unwilling to talk about boring topics and say some seemingly useless words.His heart was still closed by himself.

"Then, do you have any plans for this vacation?" She tried to change the subject and get him to talk.

Ouyang pondered, if he said that he planned to make himself review well every day, but he probably couldn't do it at all.After all, just got a little relief from the heavy study, who doesn't want to take a good rest?And how can there be any thought to plan the specific arrangements?
"I haven't thought about it yet, and I don't want to think about it." He still said calmly.

"When you have time, it's better to think about it. After all, there are still more than ten days left, which can easily pass by in a flash. When you have time, you should read more books, review and review—" She couldn't help it Advise.

"I've eaten, and I'm a little tired." He didn't want to listen to her talk any more. Although it was all for his own good, he didn't like it.

(End of this chapter)