leave this sad place

Chapter 86 A New Journey ([-])

"I have to go home again." Ouyang sighed leisurely, and the faint joy in his heart gradually calmed down.Because the word "home" will give him endless reveries and fantasies every time, but after waking up, there is only loneliness and melancholy.

"Maybe it will be fine if I go to college in the future." He comforted himself, thinking that he would be able to justifiably run away from home at that time, and he would never worry about it again.

He returned home with mixed feelings, with a touch of joy in his heart, but a deep heaviness.Because he knew that he had to face the quarrels between his grandparents and grandparents again.That kind of feeling will not be used to it after hearing it too much, but will be very boring.

During this holiday, Ouyang locked himself in his heart again, and read novels every day when he was free, almost all day long.Because adults will never let him do housework and busy with those trivial things.Ouyang felt as if he had returned to that dark time.

"Isn't this very decadent?" In the somewhat dark room, he looked around the empty surroundings and murmured.Unfortunately, no one could answer him.Because others don't know at all, so if he wants to answer his question, he is the only one.

"Maybe." He shook his head with a wry smile, not knowing what to do.He wanted to go out and do some farm work with his grandparents, but they refused to let him go, thinking he was in the way.He didn't like going out to find some friends to play with.If he wanted to say some reasons why he didn't like it, he couldn't say it, it was just a feeling anyway.He felt as if he only had novels to keep him company.

"Fortunately, there are still novels, maybe this can be regarded as a kind of accumulation." The inexplicable emotion for novels welled up in his heart again.

"This shouldn't be considered decadent." He comforted himself again, thinking of his dream, thinking that this was just laying the foundation for writing novels in the future.Who can deny that reading novels is worthless?Maybe it's just subtle and not easy to see.

"It would be great if the school started now, at least I wouldn't have to be so depressed." He thought of the school again, and thought of the new class he would spend two years in the future. He still didn't know what the situation was. .

"Time, why doesn't it go faster?" There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, he never thought that he would say such childish words.But he couldn't stop himself from having such thoughts.

Time flows meticulously and silently with its unique rhythm, it will not speed up, and of course it will not slow down.

The day of the start of school has arrived so unhurriedly.

Ouyang came to the school with great interest and came to sign up for this new class.The long queue has already been lined up, and many small groups of three or four are excitedly talking about their holidays.Seeing them beaming and beaming, Ouyang also felt a little happy in his heart.Twittering and chirping are like piles of little sparrows screaming happily on the campus.

This kind of atmosphere made him show some enjoyment. After all, he stayed at home alone for about two months, and Ouyang felt that he was going to be moldy.This kind of environment is full of youthful vitality, and this kind of atmosphere should belong to their age!

(End of this chapter)