leave this sad place

Chapter 72 Sleeping (Part [-])
He froze for a moment and looked at the sky outside the window.

The blue sky is like a mirror reflecting the sea, without waves, without wind and waves, only the usual silence.

"Why are you silent?" He murmured, with a hint of confusion.

"Why are you silent?" He said to himself, with a trace of self-blame, remorse, and unwillingness!
"Why!" The roar of the violent wind and waves on the sea sounded in his ears, and the endless surging waves were reflected in his eyes.

He settled down, the sky outside the window was still high and clear, everything he felt was just his illusion.

His heart was a little depressed, and he asked blankly: "Why is the sky the color of the sea?"

"Is it because of the sea water? Rain is the tears of the sky. It is because the sky dyes the sea blue, but the sky itself is blue? If I cry, will it turn your heart red?" He was talking nonsense, feeling a little melancholy.

"Damn it! Stop thinking about that!" He scolded himself again, hating himself for always being so emotional and sad!
He wanted to come up with a set of math problems to do, so that he could calm down and be more rational.But when he was about to do the questions, he found that he had no thoughts and no desire to do the questions.

He put down his pen and began to meditate again.

I thought of going for a walk on the playground, but I didn't have the courage to do so.Because he was afraid that seeing her with him there, such a scene would deeply irritate him, and he couldn't bear to think about it, let alone witness it.

"Let's read the novel." He murmured to himself, took out his phone and read the online novel again.

Maybe only the virtual world can give him a little virtual comfort, let him relax, and let him stop thinking so much!
All of this is not because I don't want to face the reality anymore, but because the reality has too many joys and sorrows, what I do is not only to escape, but also to feel helpless and sad.

My heart slowly became silent in that virtual world, and I no longer had so many worries and melancholy.Time is also in that virtual world, passing by bit by bit, without making a sound.

The night began to cover the world, Xiao Chonger became restless and fidgety, screaming hysterically, as if facing the end.The night can easily bring fear to the world, but what we fear is only fear itself.The unknown endows it with imagination, with negative and negative imagination, and it is our imagination that we fear.What is this?Is it irony?Is it necessary to put an end to imagination because we are afraid of imagination?Then why do you feel uncomfortable, but refuse to face it, but overcome it?Ouyang didn't understand, his eyes became confused again.

Everything in the world seems to be born in contradiction and die in contradiction.

And his pain unknowingly grows in the contradiction.

The people in the dormitory came back one after another, and Wang Hao and Li Ting were still reading and studying in the dormitory.Zhang Wenqiang was on the phone in the corridor, and Ouyang knew who he was talking to without guessing.Xu Jie and Feng Xiaohua were frolicking in the dormitory, but miraculously, they stopped talking about Zhang Wenqiang and Yushu.Maybe there is nothing new, or there are other reasons.Ouyang didn't want to guess anymore, as long as he didn't hurt himself and made himself uncomfortable.And other, why bother to think about it?
"Everyone has their own world, why should we integrate into other people's world? Everyone has their own freedom, why should we restrain others and care about other people's eyes?" Ouyang comforted himself, letting himself be in the virtual world that belongs to his heart. swim in the world.Shaking slightly, he continued to read his novel.

The night slowly became deeper, and Li Ting and Wang Hao had already fallen asleep in bed.Feng Xiaohua started snoring even more, the snoring sound was like billowing thunder, disturbing Ouyang again.

He looked around and found that Xu Jie was still reading the novel just like himself, and he felt a different feeling in his heart, not so lonely anymore.But Zhang Wenqiang chatted on QQ there, which made Ouyang feel uncomfortable again.

"Could it be her?" Ouyang felt that he was almost suspicious.

Slowly, Zhang Wenqiang fell asleep, Xu Jie's cell phone stopped glowing, and Ouyang sat on the bed feeling a little melancholy again.

Insomnia has long been a habit, and that habit makes him depressed, haggard, tossing and turning, helpless and lonely.

As he groped in the dark, he thought of the unfinished bottle of wine last night.

"It's a good thing there's still wine, it's a good thing - it's a good thing -" he murmured, not knowing what to say, his head was a little heavy.

It's not sleepy, it's drunk, but it has the same effect - making people fall asleep!
So he fell asleep, just like last night.

(End of this chapter)