Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Bitterness of Life

NO.1 "People's Thoughts Can't Be Easily Changed"

I was a restless person by nature, and this was evident when I was a child, when I used to fight, inexplicably in a daze, and often caused accidents that adults could not imagine. My elementary school principal always looked at me worriedly, suspecting that I had ADHD. Later, after I broke the nose of the number one who usually likes to be arrogant in front of me, and launched a class strike. The kind principal visited my mother at home and reasonably suggested that I be taken to the hospital for a check-up, which eventually forced my mother to decide to take me to the best children's hospital for a full body check-up, and the doctor finally came to the conclusion that he was over-energetic. But the doctor's diagnosis could not change the good principal's reasonable judgment, especially after I smashed the window glass of their house. But even so, I still graduated, although I was at the top of the school in math and Chinese, but I only scored 64 points in English, so my graduation message included this passage he left: this child is very smart, but too hyperactive, naughty, if treated in time, it is still quite potential, I don't know why he used the word therapy, and I don't know why he is so stubborn and convinced that I have ADHD, but I know that he must not like me. Since then, I have learned that it is difficult to change an idea, even if it is a wrong idea, even if you have a certificate from a provincial tertiary hospitalใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚

NO.2 "I am a soul wanderer in the city"

I once ate at a restaurant near my community, and I accidentally saw the park behind the community through the curtain of the restaurant's shutters - a place with a breeze, a pond, and fragrant grass. I can't help but sigh: this place is beautiful! The owner of the restaurant didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard this, and snorted; Isn't it like this every day! Not every day, right? Doesn't this park exist like this in the back of my house every day? But I've never seen it in the eye.

It is true that we are residents of a city, but it is not just those streets and doors that we are really familiar with in this city. Over the years, the life of school-home-school or unit-home-unit has filled the scenery around us. We are accustomed to being on the road, watching asphalt, steel, cement, and rush by, but we forget to look for everything else, we exist in the city, but we forget the existence of the city. It's as if an ignorant child is willful and blindly taking, but forgets to give all this to the person who is called the mother.

I remember when I first entered the university, I talked about my hometown with a few brothers in the dormitory, and we took turns talking, and when it was my fellow student's turn, he talked for hours like a few treasures, and I could only pop up a few stiff nouns and adjectives like a foreigner, and I didn't dare to say anything, I didn't dare to say anything... It's an awkward thing, especially about one's hometown. It's like a passer-by who has lost his ID card and lost his mark of life. I know the places of interest in our small town but I've never been there, I know the snacks we have there but never really cared about eating them, I know that we have the birthplace of Huai Opera, and the theater only needs to take bus No. 5 and then bus No. 1 at my house, but I've never heard of it... So in this way, I was imprisoned and wandered in the city. But I am not even worthy of being called a vagabond, those real vagabonds, who constantly measure the existence of a city with their footprints, and the walls of the city surround me, and I surround my heart with it. I am the soul wanderer of this city ...

NO.3 "Wait, Boy"

A few days ago, I browsed QQ news, but unexpectedly saw a photo of my friend Xiao W snuggling intimately with a handsome boy, and attached a title that only wished to have one person's heart and head inseparable. Go without saying! This guy is hopelessly in love. Although I still carried forward my usual style of laughing at her height, I was happy for her from the bottom of my heart and silently blessed her. I don't know if her ears were hot at that moment, but at that moment my fragile neurons were tinged with soreness. A few days ago, the female man from the Northeast who was still united with me found her entrustment in a blink of an eye, but I have been lonely. Although I can't ask for such a thing as fate, and I can't rush it, but watching the friends around me turn into pairs of happy lovers one after another, I can't help but shout, the one in my life is in that parallel space for me to wait...

Wait! Teenager, believe that on the horizon she will appearใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚