3 He just didn't understand why he was so lonely.

Why is it that no matter what he wants to do, he always seems to be there and can't fit into the collective. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Making friends, as if it's not making friends, as if it's always in that with a kind of use, even making friends,

It also seems that there is a very, very big cost there, just there to want others to change.

I just have a kind of dependent heart, hoping that the outside world can change, and I can change there to conform to my own heart.

But I found that I was always lazy there, so lazy that I didn't want to change, I couldn't change there,

But there is a huge contrast between the physical action and the psychological vision, which is a kind of physical delay and effort.

And in my heart, I was looking at it arrogantly from afar, it was a kind of luxury and luxury, it was a kind of feeling that in that world, I felt very far away from each other.

What kind of dreams are there that are far away, what kind of pain there are as if they are struggling and unable to do it there, always hesitating there.

Always there to be yourself. Then, one by one, the souls who insisted on themselves, and then, one by one, they had to go out of their own way.

So I had to walk out of my own lonely and very persistent path. That's a path, not that you don't want others to walk with you.

It's just that he can't sacrifice his own future and interests for the sake of others, so he is unwilling to change his path for others.

And others are not willing to change their own path for his sake.

When no one is willing to sacrifice, the two are lonely and staggered, which is a very painful mismatch in time and space.

What kind of persistence and maintenance is not right or wrong, but everyone's persistence and needs are the same.

They are all different there, and then they are both there and unwilling to take a step back.

And I felt that the demands were so high, and that all the sacrifices were very, very unwanted.

Because what is needed in that is something called sacrifice.

What is there is so important to him that, in the end, he is willing to sacrifice himself for that tangible or intangible thing, sacrificing his own interests.

And the actual reality is that there is nothing, no person, that he is willing to sacrifice himself.

Sacrifice is a reluctant choice, and it seems that it can't figure out others in it, and sometimes it can't figure out itself.

It's just that I feel that what I need and want is still improving, and the difficulty seems to be constantly improving.

It's as if the desire to belong to something is there and will never be satisfied.

It's something I don't want to, but I'm still stubborn there to cling to something, it's a pain of separation between people, and it seems to be a kind of incomprehension of separation.

He walked in the dark shadow of the tree, and he saw in a daze some shadow in front of him, and the shadow jumped up the tree again, and seemed to disappear.

He could be sure it was him.

Although Ye Luokong still has gratitude and sympathy for the skeleton person or the soul in his heart.

He was grateful for what it had done to him, and he was sympathetic to what he had suffered.

But in this world, it is as if there is always something there that makes people feel sympathy, and will make people feel very disgusted and despised.

It's that there are some people who always feel pitiful and contemptible, and then, they can only sigh there, shake their heads helplessly, and then walk away there.

Because I just feel a helplessness and helplessness there, I just feel too difficult and heavy there,

When the weight of life seemed too heavy and overwhelmed there, some looked at them, though pitiful,

However, they themselves did not find a proper way to save themselves, and even carried the idea of dragging others into the water.

It is like a drowning man who drowns, and the people on the other shore stop helping him because they are afraid that they will be dragged into the water and drown.

Even if you go out and shout someone, you may not be able to shout anyone.

The human heart is far away there, and the human heart is indifferent there.

In that indifferent world, it was as if he had fallen into a big hole of coldness between people and people, and he just didn't understand that place.

It's as if every one of you has made a mistake, but you still think about it there, and you can't understand where you are wrong.

It's like you can't explain your mistakes and troubles there, and you need to work hard there.

Some efforts, in addition to the need for strength, still need a direction very, very much, a direction to work in correctly.

And sometimes, Ye Luokong is also there to suspect that the skeleton that led him to the wrong path has made a mess of himself, and he has become a ghost path when he goes mad.

And when he lives on the skeleton of the dead bones that Ye Luokong has, he often has to suffer from regular pain again and again there,

It was the pain of a broken bone, although, the skeleton itself seemed to be used to there, just because it couldn't die,

And because there are too many times, I will get used to every bone crack there, but even this kind of pain has a limit.

It's hard to find it, it's a kind of wandering and hesitating there, as if it's hard to choose there,

Still hesitating there, still wandering there, but Ye Luokong just looked at the shadow of the tree not far away for a long time,

It was as if I was there trying to see through the shadow of the tree, to see the skeleton, to see its direction.

And in the end, Ye Luokong was still there and found that he couldn't see anything at all.

And there he wandered, and there he hesitated, and then, just there he sighed, turned and left again, and began to go his own way.

Everyone's path is different.

Everyone has their own needs, but there are some things that they have in common, that is, for themselves.

That is a kind of self-satisfaction, there will be time with others or alone,

After that hustle and bustle a quiet and very unbearable period of what kind of backwater-like life and time,

What kind of ** is there, like the water in the puddle is already there and about to dry up, and a fish in the puddle is about to die,

But it was still something that persisted and maintained when he was about to die.

That's something that can't be, but it's a kind of strength and effort to tolerate and endure there.

There he endured and endured the pain of his body there, endured the soreness of his body, endured exhaustion as if he were going to fall down there.

He was just hovering on the brink of death, but he wasn't always so lucky, he couldn't always think that he was dying and never died.

How many chances does he have for his life?

And this time everything is still there, and it seems that it is difficult to determine there.

And after that exhausting invasion, he gradually felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred there,

In the moment before he was about to faint, he still thought about the old man, the old man who opened the door for him, an old man he was very grateful for who had brought him warmth......