leave this sad place

Chapter 97 Poetry ([-])

Night began to fall, and one or two stars came out reluctantly, exuding hazy starlight, giving people a feeling of indifference.Ouyang walked back to the dormitory slowly, but he didn't feel any joy in his heart.Because the dormitory is still the same dormitory as before, and only Feng Xiaohua and Xu Jie are relatively familiar in the dormitory.

In the past few days, Ouyang looked at Feng Xiaohua and Xu Jie who had been separated for about two months, but he didn't feel the joy and excitement after reuniting after a long absence, but a faint feeling of strangeness in his heart.

"Maybe I was born to be lonely." He walked to the window and sighed softly, looking at a twinkling star in the night sky.

"Hello, Ouyang. What are you looking at?" Feng Xiaohua's curious voice came from beside my ear.

Ouyang turned around and saw Feng Xiaohua looking at him with strange eyes.With a somewhat unnatural expression on his face, he said, "I didn't see anything."

Feng Xiaohua walked to the window and looked out of the window following Ouyang's example.In the dark night, apart from the moon and the stars, there is only boundless darkness left.

Feng Xiaohua turned his head to look at Ouyang, and asked, "I really don't understand you. Is there anything to see in the dark night? And you just looked very lost in thought."

"Hehe." Ouyang smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his heart.

"Okay, I won't talk to you about this anymore, you can continue to post your stupidity." Feng Xiaohua walked away after finishing speaking.

Ouyang glanced at the bedroom.Li Ting and Wang Hao read books and did their homework conscientiously as in the past. Seeing their seriousness, Ouyang felt a little moved and depressed.Ouyang's gaze moved slowly again, and he saw Xu Jie lying on the bed reading the novel, and Feng Xiaohua sitting on the stool and continuing to play with the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

Ouyang frowned slightly, and couldn't help but glance at Zhang Wenqiang.Seeing Zhang Wenqiang chatting on his mobile phone, there was still a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth.

Ouyang felt a slight pain in his heart, feeling a sense of loss.He shook his head slightly, then turned around and looked at the stars outside the window emitting hazy starlight.

"What else can I miss?" There was a trace of loneliness in his eyes, and he stood there for a long time.

A trace of cold wrapped around Ouyang's body and penetrated into his body bit by bit.The stars in the night sky became more hazy, like tears hanging high.

"Teary eyes? Are there tears to shed?" His heart moved slightly, and his body couldn't help shaking.This quiet night touched an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He turned around and made his way to his own bookshelf.His gaze swept across a book list, and then his eyes were fixed, and he hesitated again.He hesitated whether he should take down the book of Haizi's poems.

"What's there to be afraid of?" He whispered softly, shaking his head slightly, amused at himself.He said that he would let her go, and he seemed to have already let her go, but now he saw something that easily brought back memories about her, but he was timid.

He flipped through the pages, that long-lost emotion was brewing in his heart bit by bit.

"It's been a long time since I wrote a poem. It's been so long that I've almost forgotten it." He closed the pages of the book, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe it's time for me to write poetry too." He thought quietly, thinking of his dream of writing again.

"Writing poetry may improve my writing skills." He muttered in his heart.Only he himself understands that the real purpose is to express his emotions, to vent out all the depression in his heart, so that he will not shed tears so easily.

"I'm a science student now." His eyes darkened slightly again, and there was a trace of helplessness in his voice.

"Science, I still have so much time to write articles, do I practice my pen?" He looked around in the dark, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, this was the first time he was worried about his dream.

"Don't think so much!" He blamed himself for always thinking about it inexplicably, and always worrying about it for no reason.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep!" He muttered hypnotically, a trace of irritability welled up in his heart, and that trace of worry miraculously became heavier.

"What if I really don't have time to write in the future?" Such a thought popped up in his head again, which made him unable to suppress it!

"Oh, I'm sleeping." He covered his head under the quilt, like an ostrich hiding.

"Ah." He couldn't help but stick out his head again, and buried under the blanket made his breathing a bit difficult.

A wry smile slowly emerged from his mouth, he looked at the night sky outside the window, and then looked at his phone, it was already late at night.

"Isn't it possible to write poems and practice pens?" A sudden thought popped out of his head again, and he felt a little restless heart slowly calm down.

(End of this chapter)