164 Riverside thoughts

She was already standing in front of a building decorated with two red doorway lanterns,

It's not far away, there is the singing and dancing of the country, she is here, so, does she want to go in?

Although Slender had rushed forward without hesitation when she shook off the spirit, when she actually came here, she stopped again, as if she felt that it was difficult to move forward. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because, she really doesn't want to go in, and she is not happy to force a smile.

She didn't like that kind of life, but she didn't know where she was going for a while.

Just wandering there, wandering without a goal, wandering without direction, and there not knowing who else to believe,

What kind of use exists there, even if it's just a singer, it's just a toy that sings for people to laugh at, and she hates the feeling of being treated like someone else's toy.

She hated the feeling of being taken advantage of there. However, it is impossible to survive in the country and not be used.

She just wandered there, just there in pain, and then she saw that the bright hall in the pavilion was still a very lively place.

And on the other side of the attic was a river, and there were many boats in it, and the lights on the boats.

The lights that float away in the boat are like those of a wandering heart, and there is a sense of wandering on the river and in the world.

I always feel something difficult to trust there, and I always feel lonely and lonely there.

Always be there to learn to bear, always feel all kinds of difficulties and weights there. It's hard there, and it's so incomprehensible there.

No matter how hard it is there, you will still feel a kind of loneliness and loneliness in that world.

In that world, no one really cared for and loved her.

It's a reality, unless someone needs her, needs her to be entertained, or to do something. It's just a need.

It's just that in that there is a kind of trouble, a constant exchange of troubles between each other, a constant indifference between people and groups in the midst of that troubles.

It's not that I want to be so indifferent, but I don't trust each other, because I already know each other very well, and then, I disdain and disdain it there.

Instead of respecting and cherishing those efforts. The hard work was finally abandoned there.

It was a heartache, but also a sadness, in those long years of life, many, many things,

It's all like there's confusion, it's like there's something that can't be explained. It's as if everything can't be explained there.

It's just that I feel that the world is very desolate there, as if I suddenly feel that this world is so desolate, so desolate that even my heart is very cold.

It's just that in the indifferent crowd, I feel lonely and helpless.

Li Xianxian looked at the bustle and hustle and bustle in the country's heavenly fragrance, she really couldn't see it.

At last she turned around, and she came to the river, and sat on the riverside, looking at the boats that came and went, and the light of the stars on the boats, and the light of the fishing fires not far away.

She just suddenly felt a very desolate, desolate feeling in the midst of it, where she was helpless, and she didn't know who else to trust, and she didn't know where else to place her trust.

Who is willing to take on anything for her. And the reality is that no one will be willing to bear anything for her.

And in the end, she was the only one to bear all kinds of pain and hardships by herself.

She had to learn to be strong there.

Be stronger, stronger, since no one wants to worry and worry about her heart,

If no one really cares about her, why should she bother with all this? She knew it in her heart.

With a disdainful and sour heart, Li Xianxian quietly looked into the distance, as if he was looking at the stars in the distance.

I don't know when she felt the sorrow and desolation of the world there, and there will always be times when she suffers.

There will always be times when people are used, and it is a kind of bitterness and sadness that is used by others, but it is completely rare and uncherished in it.

Just feel sad there, just feel sad there, a kind of sadness and desolation that belongs to the bottom of the heart.

Why is it that the pay is not duly recognized there, and why is the distance from heaven always so far away?

Why is the distance between one heart and another always so far away, so far away?

It's already something that I can't find in it anymore, but I feel like there's something I can't find there.

What kind of gap is that, and what kind of dead silence it seems, as if it were endless troubles in it,

There are always troubles in it, and there is always a feeling of incomprehension in it, and there is always a feeling that those are so far away.

It's so far away that it's like you can't struggle no matter how hard you try. It's just something that feels wrong in it.

Just feel very scary something there. When something starts to come back and get closer, it doesn't seem like a good thing.

When something begins to approach, something begins to become a kind of pressure and responsibility again.

It's just that I feel very heavy crying there, crying but I can't find any reason and reason in it.

It's as if everything is going to be completely shattered and dead there, just to feel the weight on your shoulders there, as if it's going to crush you there,

It's as if you're going to be overwhelmed there. I don't know how to find everything.

I don't know how to answer all these questions, but in them there is still a kind of sad resentment. And in the midst of that sorrow and pain,

I feel a great sadness and sorrow in general, a kind of resentment.

It's just a pain to live there, a very distant distance between hearts and minds, as if it were out of reach.

Something that is always there to be dismissive, something that is always there to be careless.

It's just that they're always being questioned there, and then they're blaming and resenting each other.

It is a kind of detachment from the human heart, a kind of alienation and distance between the human heart and the human heart.

It's just that I feel that there are not many people in this world who really take on anything there.

Her problems, her life's problems, all her problems, in the final analysis, still have to be borne and endured by her.

She didn't want to. I'm so scared, I'm scared.

Because it's so difficult, it's so difficult that she can't help but want to resent and complain there.

It's just that there is a constant kind of trouble that arises in it. It's the endless troubles in it.

The responsibility is so heavy, and it is always not done well, and it will always be hurt there, and it will be hurt there so that it is so scarred that it is not understood.

In the midst of the painful wounds, torn apart,

But in that I felt that when my own blood flowed out of that wound,

There are pairs of flies and mosquitoes to join in the fun.

Just feel a kind of sadness and desolation there, just feel something very cruel and cruel there.

Everything is very heavy there, and you can't help but feel like complaining in it.

I couldn't help but want to stay away, but if I got too close, I felt as if I was going to be eaten there.

It's a kind of eating that almost doesn't spit out bones.