Finally, the real, unquestioned, utter failure was achieved.

Although he had expected such a result, when it appeared in front of him, the young man still felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

Nearly half of his life's hard planning, four years of constant back and forth, and even a few times almost fell to death, but in the end, in exchange, it was undoubtedly a failure.

This is why there is no madness and hysteria among young people - when failure has become the norm, no sane person can lose his temper like a madman in the face of another failure.

Even before this last attempt, the youth had already realized that they had failed. No, it's better to say that for the results of this **** trip, he almost didn't have any hope of success, and the reason why he came over was just to have an attitude of giving it a try - to put it bluntly, it was to do his best to obey the destiny of God.

So, he wasn't disappointed. If you don't have hope, why be disappointed?

It's just that there is some emptiness and congestion

Nothing more.

A deep exhaustion and powerlessness enveloped him, and the various negative states accumulated from the long journey of dozens of days were also fed back to his body due to the suppression of the lack of firm will, with sore muscles, dry skin, and weakness in his limbs

"Let's go."

The whole person leaned on the back of the leather seat in the passenger seat of the car, and the young man who closed his eyes waved weakly, and whispered to the friend who came to pick him up in the car as agreed.

Seeing that he was in a state of disheart and lovelessness at this time, the woman who came to pick him up. The sexual friend probably guessed that the purpose of his trip was not achieved. However, because she did not know the purpose of the young man's trip, she could not comfort the young man - neither of them was a child, and casually saying something that did not hurt or itch and had no effect would only make the atmosphere awkward.

thereupon

Do you have to divert the subject to get his attention?

Thinking like this, the woman opened the topic while starting the car.

"During your absence, a fax from the publisher in the UK asked"

"Leave it alone."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man with his eyes closed waved his hand weakly.

"Hmm." The woman nodded, and continued with a normal face, "There are several elders who want to inject capital into our company"

"Just look at it."

“”

"Someone from your family" The speechless woman still wanted to work hard.

"Let them wait."

“”

So capricious.

Such a barrage silently appeared in the woman's heart.

However, she can also understand the other party's mood to some extent - before leaving, the other party has even made a smile and last words of 'If I don't come back this time, the property on the **** side will be given to you'.

Of course, from his tone at the time, it didn't seem like it was a last word, but like just giving a friend something that he couldn't use anymore - thinking of the other party's reputation in the mysterious world, the woman felt that the purpose of the other party's trip was probably to 'ascend' or 'become a god' or something, and then contact the other party's whereabouts of the white clothes like snow and the wind over the years, maybe this is also the ultimate purpose of his life.

It has to be said that, to some extent, the woman's guess was quite close to the correct answer.

But that's not the point.

Over the course of several years, the woman became friends with young people she didn't know - or even if she was a friend. The other party, whether it is private morality or IQ talent, is quite satisfactory to her. Of course, what satisfies her the most is the looming and huge network of relationships behind the other party.

So, seeing that the young man seemed to be in danger of slumping, it was only natural that the woman should do her best to prevent this from happening, whether it was out of her duty as a friend or out of interest.

Moreover, she has one last killer feature.

"Someone sent you this from Japan."

Shaking her head a little helplessly, the woman took out a beautifully wrapped box from the small satchel placed next to her and placed it on the young man's lap.

His eyes opened slightly, but then he couldn't close them - and the young man's tired face was stunned when he saw the side that the woman had deliberately placed on top of him with a rank on it.

The slender and powerful fingers trembled several times, and the young man with dark eyes sighed, and finally slowly opened the box.

A row of wishing bottles the size of half a drink bottle appeared in front of him, and inside was full, one after another thousand paper cranes.

The white paper crane that looks like a swan, the red paper crane that symbolizes good luck, the solemn black paper crane, the vibrant green paper crane, and the warm yellow paper crane

Looking at the delicate or clumsy paper crane in the bottle in a daze, a soft spot in the bottom of the young man's heart was hit so hard that he could barely breathe.

In the country across the sea, a thousand paper cranes are not only a prayer for the sick to be cured or a successful event, but also a prayer for the return of wanderers from afar.

Those who care about themselves are waiting for their return.

Go back?

The thought flashed through the young man's mind, but then, a wry smile broke out in his heart.

What can you do when you go back?

Not only can you not respond to their expectations, but you will waste their care, and maybe it will bring them danger and trouble.

Not at all.

So

"It looks like you've made a not-so-good decision - if you don't mind, can you tell me your reasoning?"

The woman's voice came to his ears with a hint of curiosity.

In the blink of an eye, the woman's gaze was still looking straight ahead, but the slender and good-looking Xiumei was slightly provoked, and at the same time, a trace of afterglow from the corner of her eye also paid attention to the reflector in front of her, obviously observing the change in her expression from inside.

"I failed."

With his mouth open, there was confusion in his eyes, and the young man said concisely, with an indescribable sense of loss and nothingness in his weak voice.

"So, you don't think you have the face to go back?" The woman asked, half speculating and half asking, and at the same time secretly bowed her head in her heart, and finally opened a gap from here.

"It's not." The man closed his eyes and shook his head, and continued to say in his weak voice: "This is my own business, except for me, no one knows the real purpose of my trip to ****." ”

"Is it because you don't want to go back and make them sad?"

The woman made another guess that bordered on nonsense, and she didn't believe it could be the reason at all—she had no additional curiosity about what the real cause was.

Distance is also needed between friends.

And as long as this guy can communicate with the outside world, there is basically no need to worry that he will continue to be depressed.

"I don't think I'll be able to live a long life, but I don't think it's a problem to live at least the same time as my current age."

The young man replied with a wry smile on his face.

If it is really a short life, it is really a relief for him - as long as the will is written, he can leave with peace of mind. And not as dazed as it is now.

Draw your sword and look around, dazed.

"That's"

After two temptations, the third time, the woman finally asked directly.

She believed that the other party would definitely give her a plausible answer - judging by the other party's style all along. Of course, it is also possible to directly ask her not to ask again.

In either case, she has a way of taking the conversation to the next level.

Not escaping her expectations, closing her eyes, and after a moment of hesitation and thought, the young man spoke.

"This failure has had a great impact on me."

Isn't that nonsense! Looking at the way you look now, can it have much impact?

"When I go back, I think that the state in which I am now close to collapse will cause them to worry and worry - but this kind of behavior will not help my recovery, so it is better not to let them know than to make them do that useless act."

Although his voice was still low and his eyes were confused, these logical words undoubtedly showed the woman that the young man had recovered his ability to think above the level.

It was good news for her to be in good spirits.

"And how can I get you back?"

She continued.

"I don't know, do you have any good ideas?"

"Well, how about a relaxing trip around the world? Taking a look at the beautiful scenery of nature and feeling something might make you feel better, right? ”

Slowing down the car, the woman thought about it and recommended it for the man.

"It's a good idea—but not for me." There was a hint of self-deprecation at the corner of the young man's mouth, "Seeing those beautiful scenery, I may have the idea of burying myself in that feng shui treasure." ”

"Then find a psychiatrist for treatment?"

Blinking, the woman continued to suggest. This is also the most useful method in general - if you are sick, you should go to a doctor, and if you are mentally ill, you should naturally go to a psychologist.

"I don't think the so-called treatment of those people will work for me, and I don't want to let irrelevant people peek into my heart."

The decisive words were direct and sharp, but they were also a different style of honesty - if you ignore his tone, this is simply a young man without any problems.

"Is there any other way?"

Slowing down a little more, the woman took the steering wheel with one hand, clenched her fist with the other, pressed her thumb to her rosy lips, and seriously recalled a solution to this psychological problem.

Judging from his answers, the solution to this problem should not be pinned on external forces, but should allow the man to get out of the predicament by himself -- the bell must be tied to the bell, and if the young people cannot be allowed to give full play to their own subjective initiative, no matter how good the plan is, it will be in vain.

And I want this guy to show his own initiative

The woman's eyes lit up.

"How about teaching a few disciples?"

"What?" The young man was a little confused.

"Since you are in a very bad state right now, why don't you put down your work and concentrate on teaching a few disciples - in this way, you can not only leave a legacy for yourself, but also feel the joy of family from the growth and progress of your disciples (?). You can also enjoy the warmth of family life, and even, if you are a female disciple, you may be able to enjoy the fun of cultivation."

――Teacher's love is like a mountain――

Looking at the woman who was inexplicably excited as she spoke, the young man was confused + black line.

However, if you think about it, it's better to simply teach the juniors than to get tired of the intrigues between adults—although in this case, most of the work that should have belonged to you this year will be handed over to the three thousand.

However, it still seems like a good idea.

-- Even though it may not be useful for your own situation.

PS: As the title suggests, the magic revision is back.