Simple people, will not associate with you, although not so high IQ, but know, you are not a good person, since you can't play you, then stay away from you, and you are not necessarily, will make friends with simple people, after all, you claim to be a smart person, how can you afford to look down on these people.

Later, the friends around you are all the same kind of people as you, even the same type of people, they are all smart people, and when there is no conflict of interests, they can coexist peacefully, but once there is a problem of interests, then none of the people around you can be trusted, or even people who share hardships.

Those, the so-called friends of you, will leave you, will betray you, will step on your shoulders for their own interests, and when the time comes, you will have to see who is ruthless enough, who is smart enough, and who is the smart person who acts.

In my previous life, I have seen many such people, and there have been many times, all of them are unclear and hurt themselves, and because of this, I began to force myself to grow up, and began to grow up slowly, becoming strong, but when you have been wearing a mask to live, you will also be tired, you will feel very hard, you want to find a very simple environment, want to meet some, very simple people.

This atmosphere is not found in the increasingly fast-growing, developing city, where there are too many disputes, people are becoming more and more indifferent, and even on the road, there are very few people who smile at you, everyone is very busy, they have their own, distress and helplessness, no one has time to chat with you, gossip with you, listen to your complaints.

Everyone wants to live their little life and make more and more money. When one day, you lose the job that you feel most valuable. You don't know why you're going to continue, stick to it when you find this, in a strange city, you have nothing, no one will. Care about your tears.

No one will, hear your crying, strange passers-by. The paper towels handed over will become precious, and everyone will even be a cold bystander. to the end. You're just the one who is discussed with your family after someone else gets off work.

Some people will think you are weak, and some people will think you are incompetent. Very few people will, find you pathetic. Because everyone has had such an experience, it is like this, you can even feel your pain and helplessness when you come over, but no one will stop to listen to you tell your story, you can find a friend, comfort you, it is already very precious.

At least that friend is willing to waste her time listening to your story and comforting you, no matter what she says, whether it can make you comfortable or not, but we all need to be grateful, at least there is someone to comfort you, at least you are not alone, and there is someone who can accompany you, facing this thing that you feel is going to crush you.

In fact, this is, the saddest thing isn't it, we have lived for so many years, for the future, the so-called good life, we have worked hard for so many years, but it is not necessarily, what can be left, we begin to envy, those who can cry out, at least they don't have to, always be strong, at least they can cry out.

I once was on the subway, I saw a little girl with tears streaming down her face, we were always masked, and we didn't know each other, I didn't know what happened to her, I didn't know if she could come out, I took the tissue in my bag and handed it to her, I looked at her, in fact, I was envious, I don't know when it started, I encountered things, the first thing, not to cry.

Because crying, you can't solve anything, and no one will wipe your tears for you, tears still have to be wiped by yourself, I began to become strong, even independent, everyone thinks I'm mature, friends, they all think I've grown up, but we are forced, we are forced to grow up, we are forced to learn to take responsibility, forced, to be the old woman we once had, we used to be incomparably annoying.

But there is no way, we don't have an ivory tower, we don't have the right to be a princess all the time, even if you have an ivory tower, even if you are a princess, but you still, have your own troubles, you still have, in order to continue to be a princess, the price you need to pay, maybe it's your marriage, maybe it's your freedom, maybe it's your dream, this society, either you grow up, or you will be eliminated, you don't want to be eliminated, you can only keep going, force yourself to go on, since you have chosen this path, you can only stick to it.

I don't know why, I suddenly thought of these things, after being reborn, I have slowly, no longer thinking about the things in my previous life, and even I began to think that maybe the things in my previous life are just a dream for me, I haven't experienced it, that maybe, it's just someone else's life.

But thinking about the things of my previous life, my heart will still be very uncomfortable, and even the feeling that I don't know what to be pressed on, I want to suffocate, that feeling, slowly spreading in my heart, I don't like it, but I can't refuse, the tower presses me, makes me want to shout out, want to escape, but I can't do anything.

I don't know when I burst into tears, after I was reborn, except when I fought wits and courage in the backyard, I didn't cry, I didn't know what it was, it was worth my tears, I didn't know what it was like to cry, I didn't know what it was like to cry, looking at my relatives sometimes, when I shed tears, or when I was in tears, I even had a feeling of envy in my heart.

But now, I'm crying, I don't know if it's for, now I'm back, crying for my past life, my tears are getting more and more, and even at all, there is no way to stop, I feel as if I'm going to finish the tears that have not been shed for a few years.

Wang He was originally, went out to play with Li Qi, he is now playing with the class, the boys inside, because the weather is warm, after class, everyone hurried and ran out of the classroom, Wang He was also pulled away by Li Qi, and now the whistle of the class has just been blown, everyone started, and ran into the class.

As soon as Wang He came back and sat down, he saw me lying on the table, obviously my shoulders, still shaking violently, I was used to silent crying, there was no way at all, crying, I wanted to be like this, let the tears keep flowing, I wanted to tell myself, a qiē has passed.

"Big girl, what's wrong with you, are you having a nightmare" Wang He patted me on the shoulder, because I rarely cry, and even rarely have some, with a lot of ups and downs, I am like an adult, I am very used to hiding, my own feelings, whether it is happy, or uncomfortable.

I didn't answer Wang He, I was still immersed, in my own thoughts, there was no way to get out, "Big girl, what's wrong with you, big girl" Wang He called me up, looked at me and didn't react, so he pulled me up from the table, and naturally saw it, my eyes were already crying red, and they were still there, continue to leave tears.

"Big girl, what's wrong with you, you tell me, what's going on," Wang He saw me crying, and began to say loudly, this class is a self-study class, and the teacher usually doesn't come over, but because the class has already started, everyone is very quiet, and there is no sound in the class. (To be continued.) )

ps: When I wrote this chapter, it was very sad during that time, and I also wrote out the thoughts in my heart, when everyone was sad, there were countless problems, all of them appeared together, and I felt powerless, but things will pass one day, I look back now, those days, in fact, I am not so sad, I am reading the book, no matter what problems you encounter, one day it will rain and the sky will be clear, if it is really difficult, you will cry secretly, and tomorrow will be a new day~~