leave this sad place

Chapter 87 A New Departure ([-])

But after a while, Ouyang felt a little melancholy, because he found that he had no acquaintances at all.Occasionally, I saw one or two former classmates, but it was just a classmate relationship.Only then did he realize that he had no true bosom friends at all, and some so-called friends were just casual acquaintances, and most of them were just acquaintances.

"Is it too much of a failure to be a man on your own? You don't have one or two bosom friends." He asked himself, feeling a little heavy in his heart.The friend he wants is a friend who treats each other honestly, who exchanges my heart for yours, a friend whose sincerity makes people feel very real.If not, he might as well not hand it in.But in this case, how could he not be alone?

"Is it because I am too demanding that there are not many such people; or is it my bad luck that I haven't met such people?" He asked himself, and then thought of Li Ting—the honest man who treats others Very sincere person.

"But I have already missed him." He felt emotional in his heart, really wondering why he didn't explain clearly to Li Ting at that time?Why let Li Ting misunderstand him?
"Maybe everyone has their own difficulties and their own disguise." He comforted himself, feeling that everyone seemed to be wearing masks, all kinds of masks.Smiling masks, indifference masks, humble masks, and submissive masks are either to please someone and get closer; or to stay away from someone and prevent yourself from being hurt.Such and such masks, such and such purposes, made Ouyang feel a little dizzy after thinking about it.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked with a soft sigh.If a person switches between masks of one kind or another, won't he really feel tired in his heart?When you are free, think about your previous self, and then look at your present self, can you still tell which one is your real self?

Why do you have to become like this? Why do you sometimes have to change into something you hate and say things that make you sick?Who persecuted it?life?Sad world!Who persecuted it?yourself?Poor myself!
Ouyang thought about it, feeling a little disturbed.

"Don't think about it like this again! Stop thinking about it like this!" He warned himself again.These questions that he didn't seem to be thinking about, these questions that he didn't seem to be imagining, let him strangle him in the bud again!
This kind of thinking is not liked by other students at all, and this kind of thinking is not loved by the teacher at all. It will be considered by them as cranky, and they will be politely said as "you think too much". It seems that things should not exist in the school at all.

what is schoolIt is the place to learn, the place to learn from the so-called teacher, and the place to learn the so-called book knowledge from the so-called teacher!And others should not exist at all!Ridiculous and sad, but it goes on like this.

Ouyang's mind was also unknowingly stained with the imprints of the school, so he always confined himself, strangled those so-called wild thoughts, and warned himself again and again.Who really cares about this?
Imprisoning thoughts is like breaking the wings of an eagle. It is not only the wings that are injured, but also the heart that longs to fly!Who would really realize this?
"Maybe I really shouldn't think about these things anymore. What are these things if they're just wild thoughts? It's useless, and they won't help me." He comforted himself, but he felt a little confused.

"But why am I always like this? Is it really because I'm too sensitive?" He was puzzled at a loss.But no one came to answer him or guide him in the direction.

"Next." There was a hint of indifference in the flat voice.

Ouyang was slightly stunned, only to realize that it was his turn to sign up, and he took a slight look at the new head teacher sitting on the chair in front of him. In his 40s, he is not tall, estimated to be only about 1.6 meters, and he is relatively thin.A horse face, wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses, the eyes under the lenses are full of indifference.The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly, showing his impatience and dissatisfaction.Holding a form in one hand, the other hand tapped the table with a pen slightly hastily.

"Put the homework over there." He said without looking up.

"Teacher, I just transferred here, so - I don't know what homework to do." Ouyang said apologetically, this head teacher seems not as good as he imagined.

"Oh." He stroked his glasses slightly, glanced at Ouyang and said, "Name?"

"Ouyang Ming." Ouyang said with a smile.

"Six of 170?" He asked Ouyang Dao with a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah." Ouyang still smiled and said, but he clenched his fist slightly and let it go again.

"Put the registration fee here." He pointed to the table next to him, and handed Ouyang a form and said, "Record the number of the money you paid yourself on it."

Ouyang took it casually, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart.

The head teacher watched him finish writing, gave Ouyang a receipt and said, "Okay, you can go."

Ouyang walked out of the crowd, heard the indifferent voice "next" behind him, and shook slightly.

(End of this chapter)