Some people describe the city as a market town of purgatory, full of sin. Human desires? Hope has made it happen. Then squeeze out what little good thoughts are left, and cast heaven.

But compared to hell, heaven must be depressed and barren, and many people have forgotten that it existed, or perhaps it did not exist at all.

Life is painful. Happiness is like a very accidental mutation, and at all times, it always grows on the soil of pain, surrounded by sadness. But it's obviously more like a color refracted by some kind of light, just an illusion on the part of the observer.

Its essence does not change due to the added value of life, such as wealth, power, fame, etc., all that human power can do is to fill the mirror, just like building a castle on the beach, the sand is still sand, and the castle only has a lifespan between the ebb and flow of the tide.

At about eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Yuan Yuan received a call from home, and then asked Yun's mother and family to resign, and the shopping trip came to an end.

Originally, Yun's mother was going to send her home, but Yuan Yuan claimed that her mother was on her way to pick her up and insisted on waiting at the entrance of the mall. Before parting, Pepe made a gesture to Yuan Yuan to pay attention to answering the phone, with an intimate expression. Yun's mother looked regretful that she was not happy.

The car was wandering on the endless road, the steel jungle on both sides flew by outside the window, Shan Wangshu was holding a set of skin care products in his arms, his head resting on the car window, looking out of the window.

Like a sea of clouds, her life is always monotonous and boring.

Studying, reading, sleeping, and occasionally watching TV shows are all she has in life.

When she was very young, she wanted to be like those boys, playing football and basketball outside, sweating, releasing vitality, and expressing joy, anger and sorrow.

But my mother's illness took away all this possibility.

Mom is a very gentle woman, very patient, willing to listen to her stories in books and dream with her. But day by day, Shan Wangshu no longer wants to have those unattainable dreams that are premised on "growing up". Her mother's illness crushed her courage. Later, when no matter how devout her prayers were answered, she realized that she was really just one of thousands of ordinary people.

The father, who has always been gentle and elegant, drunk that day and told her that life is like this, fighting for it, and it is empty.

But Shan Wangshu knew that as long as there was money, a little more money, his mother would not leave.

The increasingly depressed father made Shan Wangshu determined to be a scholar and prevent the tragedy from happening again.

But this seems to be ...... injected a sad tone into his life.

Eating is no longer so delicious, reading is no longer so focused, watching a show, I also feel that the people in it are very contrived, sitting in the classroom, looking at the carefree classmates around me, I feel that the world is going to destruction.

Probably the same as the countering violence with violence mentioned in martial arts stories, it is usually tragic characters who save tragedy.

The savior, she thought, must be lonely.

for the world did not understand her.

It wasn't until she found out that she needed to spend several times as much effort on a certain group of people to barely keep up, and after a period of research—the situation seemed to be getting worse year by year—that she woke up a little: loneliness exists, but she doesn't seem to be the savior.

At that time, her world had lost all its color. All is calm, and there are no more demagogic mystical calls. Then, the strange gravitational field quickly disappeared, and he was reduced from the core to a spectator with little sense of existence.

This level of realization made her more tired than depressed.

Eating, sleeping, having fun, the pride that has been cultivated for a long time, the budding sense of responsibility, the little fantasy that has never been objectively confirmed and can be remnant, these messy things maintain her little vitality.

Holding thousands of sets of skin care products in her arms, looking at the sea of clouds above the steel jungle, she felt that she had seen through the world.

There is no savior.

Everything was arranged long ago.

What an individual can save is limited to what she can do with all the resources of her life.

The same bowl of rice, resting in the distance, is destined to not be able to eat, starved to death and can't eat, running up to eat is just accelerating death, if she runs to that point, it can only prove that she is not hungry to that extent, or that a certain part of her experience and brain circuit has stimulated the potential of the body or something, there is no possibility outside the arrangement. People are born with the allocation of accessories and tools, and they can do whatever they can do, but the compatibility is relatively high. There is a shortage of people in a certain position, and she happens to have this experience, qualifications, consciousness and opportunities and other prerequisites that can be regarded as qualifications, and it is not something that can be achieved by her own imagination alone.

You can't do it on your own.

Extremes must be impatient, because they cannot tolerate the "contradiction" between the two natures, which is ambiguous, so the patient is particularly attractive.

But this kung fu is too difficult to cultivate. Most people tend to choose to ignore it, and when they can't get around, they just taste it, as if they are afraid that they will accidentally puncture the layer of color film that they paste.

It may sound ironic, but who is exempt from vulgarity?

Even if there were, it was certainly not a normal person...... Seven emotions and six desires, birth, old age, sickness and death, if you are detached, can you still be considered a human being?

Shan Wangshu's thinking touched the so-called "contradiction", pushing forward and backward would fall into a dead end, and thinking seemed to have lost its meaning, making her feel extremely tired.

Melancholy is a description of mood, she is not in any mood now, she just wants to empty her brain, as if following some instinct, returning to a state of "selflessness".

"Hey~ Are you home?"

"What are you doing?"

"Did my uncle and aunt say anything?"

"Oh...... That's into. Come back one day, I'll call you. Class appointments are also available. You sing pretty well. Hey...... I'm not complimenting you, but you're my cash cow...... It's okay, young people, you have to have confidence in doing things, and you can practice your ability slowly......"

Pei Pei called Yuan Yuan, her tone was soft, sweet, and emotional, and Shan Wangshu was inexplicably a little sour in her heart.

Last night, Pepeco called her a little sweetheart...... hugged so tightly, as if he wanted to fit with her.

She shook her head, immediately stopping the urge to think deeper. That's just ridiculous to say, everyone is still young, Pepe must be joking, or...... Must be kidding......

When I was supposed to sleep last night, I suddenly got out of bed and ran to Yuan Yuan's side, squeezing into the same bed with others or something, it must have been a joke.

Shi Shi, who was sitting quietly like a lady, noticed her eyes and smiled, which seemed to make her find the most suitable position.

Pepe, who looks a bit contrived, is actually quite a complicated person.

Shan Wangshu can find a trace of the same kind of taste from Pepe.

If it weren't for the fact that the election for class president has been coping, the two might have become friends a long time ago.

Pepe's life must also be monotonous and boring. Money can't change that tone. Like most people, there are few surprises, and it is often the patience of oneself that is piled up little by little, creating surprises for others and for oneself.

After hanging up the phone, Pepe had a forced smile on his face, which somewhat confirmed Shan Wangshu's speculation.

Although Pepe has a good academic performance and likes to talk big, she must be a little sad in her heart. usually looks pompous and thunderous, eighty percent is pleasing himself. She must have often doubted her own talents. Now like this, it must have been the trouble of last night's post.

A well-known martial arts writer, what about the characters at the level of physical publishing, where is a female student in the first year of junior high school who is qualified to challenge.

When Shan Wangshu thought about it, he sprouted a sense of responsibility. She temporarily played the role of Shi Shi, placing her right hand on Pepe's left hand, although she was a little nervous, but she tried to show a calm demeanor. With his chin resting on the top of the skin care product box, tilting his head slightly, and smiling softly at Peipei, in the fleeting street scene outside the window, he created an eternal landscape and conveyed the power of "with you".

It seems to have overturned.

The corners of Pepe's mouth raised, slowly turning from a smile to a bad smile, his left hand was withdrawn, and then he rubbed it all the way down Shan Wangshu's forearm, climbed to his shoulder, and drilled into the cuff......

Shan Wang stretched his neck, bowed his head deeply, his face was red, and his snort made a snort. Pepe is just putting on a show. Shan Wangshu found that he was far from being as calm as Shi Shi.

(To be continued...) ）