The purple jasmine on the ground, Nan Nan watched, lowered her head, and stared. Right in front of his feet, not far away, just a few centimeters away, as long as he stretched it slightly, he could touch it. It's just a little distance, it's just a little bit, not much, even humble. It's like, deliberately, begging, expecting, hoping to get some mercy or sympathy from it. Even if it was just a glance, even if it was cheap, not worth mentioning, it could even be called a pitiful look of contempt and trampling. These turned out to be the only way to comfort the miserable purple jasmine, and it seemed that it was already a great comfort.

The purple jasmine, which is so noble, mysterious, and gorgeous, can completely grab people's attention and attract people's attention. However, now, it is completely a different look, which is simply a world of difference. This is something that no one can easily believe or recognize. Who would have thought that a noble, noble and elegant aristocratic woman would be just a blink of an eye overnight. The astonishing Purple Jasmine had turned into a beggar who was so downcast, lonely, desolate, depressed alone on an empty ground covered with dust. What awaits is no longer admiration, appreciation, and compliment. Rather, it all transforms into nothingness, an insult, contempt, and disrespectful treatment that defies its reserved self-esteem. It's a kind of opposite, a complete opposite. After bearing the treatment of the royal family, getting used to etiquette and nobility, when facing such a down-and-out environment, no matter how bad it is, it will not be so bad. There is no better way than to accept it, and if you can't resist, it's better to bear it alone. Blood and tears were mixed together, blended, blended, and fully became one. It's a complex, filthy, filthy liquid. The uproar is from the petals of the purple jasmine, the branches and roots are flowing out continuously, and slowly, little by little, it seeps out from the whole purple jasmine. It shook people's eyes and panicked people's hearts, but it was alienated and could not be approached, and there was an inexplicable barrier that hindered all the connections between this purple jasmine and its outside world. People can't help but be daunted, it's not that they don't have pity, it's just that there is no way to get close and close.

It's a mysterious resistance, a cold breath, it's cold, like an ice cube. In addition, it is still a freshly formed ice cube, which is not so hard, and it may still be similar to a smoothie. All in all, it's still somewhat soft, not so strong and hard. In this way, this kind of impact is particularly lightweight, and there is no such impact feeling, which makes people cold and forced by the air conditioner. However, even so, even if the edge is reined in, even in such a lonely state, even if it seems so humble, it has even reached a state of wagging its tail and begging for pity. However, it is still impossible to get closer, or to be estranged. Even sympathy, compassion, is still useless, and does not give rise to a point of lifting them up or comforting them. Just stood by and watched, watching the fire from the other side, and then went in. looked at each other coldly, except for the useless pity in his eyes, everything else was all. After a glance, he also left, leaving nothing behind, only sympathy at most. seems to sympathize with a beggar, but passes by and dislikes it, and that kind of look has to be regarded as a charity. But it was still just such a hurried glance, and then, it was just such a hurried departure, taking nothing with it and leaving nothing behind.

However, this does not seem to be the case with Nannan. She looked at the purple jasmine on the ground, and it was such a wagging tail and begging for mercy. I always feel a faint pain in my heart, and for a while, it seems that my heart is being pierced by tiny silver needles. Again and again, the tingling sensation just now is still faint, but it is obvious and clear, so that people can't ignore it at all, although it is weak, but it still brings a painful feeling. After all, this is an undeniable fact, but just as the pain is slowly subsiding, it is also about to recover, and it is about to dissipate. Next to each other, it was another time, and the same tingling sensation seemed to be in the same part, piercing the same part with the same force. This goes on and on, and it goes on and on, and it seems that it is not tired of it, and it is not boring, and it is going to continue like this. It's just that I don't know when I will be able to stop, as if, it is putting on a posture of refusing to give up, it is unwilling to stop, as if, it is going to follow it like this, until it reaches a point where it can not be stopped. Anyway, it is destined to be endless, and it can't be seen at a glance, and it can't be stagnant, so it continues crisply. There is no end, it is continuous, it stings.

Not for anything else, just because I can't see this purple jasmine so unbearable. It seems that it is not just for the sake of this purple jasmine, but more importantly, it is only the owner who originally owned this flower. I can't see it all the time, so I'm ruined by someone. It seems that only by cherishing can it be matched, and the rest is false, a kind that cannot exist at all. It is lowly, and it does not deserve to be stagnant, to stay.

Nannan's heartache seems to be because of this reason, the kind of empathy and consideration for it. It's because I can't bear it that I feel uncomfortable. It is not sympathy and compassion, such feelings are cheap, the most useless, the lowest. In a way, sympathy seems to be a kind of existence similar to a sharp blade, a kind of harm, a kind of undesirable. Even so, it may be the most fundamental emotional existence of human nature, which is something that must be possessed, and it is the kind that will be easily revealed. Naturally, this is also irrepressible, it cannot be restrained, and chasing its root is nothing more than an instinct. A strong person is accustomed to a kind of nature when he looks at a weak person. It can't be changed, it seems to be superior, it seems to be the law of the jungle, and it seems to be the kind of characteristic that is derived from this society.

The weak don't necessarily need sympathy, and the strong don't necessarily have to be in the limelight.

In this way, Nan Nan didn't feel any compassion for Zi Jasmine, she was just sad. Whether it's Zi Jasmine or that person, there is no need to be so clear, there is no big difference between the two in Nan Nan's eyes, but they are fused together. It seems that it has long been unconscious, and it has completely become the same form, a oneness, an existence of the same living form.

The humble flower is not just a flower, the person who is trampled on is not just a person. The noble flower has become a person who is humiliated, a person who is despised, a flower on the filthy ground at this moment, and has only become an object to be slaughtered. Sadly, this is how it became, and the affectionate person can be discarded at will. Amorous people can play with them at will. It is such an existence, which is poignant, but at the same time, it is also helpless. I don't know what caused this situation, but the fact has been there for a long time, and it can't be changed, and nothing can be changed. It can only be regarded as the best way to survive by stopping there and doing nothing.

And only in this way, maybe some pity and sympathy can be captured. Otherwise, these lowly emotions will eventually be destroyed, no longer exist, and will be reduced to nothing. Even if they are the most useless and unworthy emotions, they may bring a little relief at some point. Yes, it will always be much better than nothing. Even if it is an emotion that is no longer needed, it will bring some harm to yourself, or it will affect the emotion. But with such emotions and such charity, it will no longer seem that you are so lonely, or a kind of loneliness.

It's the feeling of loneliness when you're alone, like falling into a dark place, struggling powerlessly, and you can't see the black of your fingers. But on the contrary, he is not flustered, and he may still be able to accept it very calmly, he is indifferent, he doesn't care, and he won't feel any fear. There is nothing more desperate than not struggling, powerless, falling willingly, without a strong desire to live. I can't wait to forget it, I don't care about anything, I don't care about anything, I don't care about it, I don't care. Even if you include yourself, you don't care what you will be.

Loneliness is just loneliness, force next to each other, it's good to survive, it doesn't matter if you don't be understood, anyway, it has become a habit, and you don't want it anymore. There is no feeling of disappointment, and everything is gradually becoming a habit little by little. The contempt and trampling of others seems to have become an extremely inconsequential, and nothing matters. Only in this way, because of this, Nan Nan felt it, and she was moved by heartache and discomfort, powerless struggle, and no desire to resist, which involved Nan Nan's heart even more painful.