Tang Yao's luck has not been bad since she was a child. Of course, the third cousin is an exception, Tang Yao sees it as a kind of training, whether it is fighting monsters and upgrading, or cultivating immortals, fortunately, the third cousin has never stepped on her bottom line, after all, brother and sister, there is no afterlife in this life, so you have to spare people and spare people.

Tang Yao's women's table tennis doubles match dramatically advanced directly to the finals. It's not because of the level of her and her sister Zhang Xiaoqing, it's really luck that can't be stopped.

The girls in the second class of the preliminary round of the duel with Tang Yao did not appear in the game time, and Tang Yao's third class won without a fight and successfully qualified. Tang Yao has a total of five classes in this grade, and the two classes that are decided to win by drawing lots will fight for the first, second and third places with the last class that was lucky not to draw the first game. In this way, isn't the third already firmly in the pocket? Tang Yao felt that she also had a good idea, so she proposed to Wang Meizi, "Now that we have guaranteed the third place, we should not follow the example of the second class, but also play a disappearance, we can get a ranking without competing, and we also avoid the possibility of qualifying and fighting again with the second junior high school girl." How is it? ”

Wang Meizi expressed her disdain for Tang Yao's idea on the spot, "Since we have participated in the competition, we should have a sportsmanship, how can we extinguish our prestige in advance." So until the end of the game, Wang Meizi dragged Tang Yao, for fear that she would sneak away alone.

Tang Yao thought to herself that she didn't just make a suggestion, if she agreed, everyone would naturally be happy, and if she didn't agree, it didn't matter, Tang Yao just felt that what she could get without effort why she had to spend this unjust effort.

But the world is so annoying, God gives everyone a very different talent, every broken road, every fork in the road, leaving too many possibilities for you to decide. You're going to make the wrong choice, and you're going to be wrong again and again, and you're constantly wandering around the starting point, watching the person next to you get farther and farther away from you until you can't see it anymore.

You will then become irritable, eager to move forward, and the more eager you are, the more likely you are to fall, and eventually you will lose yourself, trapping yourself like a barrier, or wantonly hurting those who pass by you.

In fact, everyone's trajectory is different, even if you have been in the same place, even if you have been wrong, but the time spent by everyone is the same, and in the end everyone can reach the end, the important thing is the scenery along the way, the people you meet, and your happiness.

I remember once seeing the story of a leaf, the leaves have spent the green spring and the gorgeous summer together from the beginning, and in the autumn a slightly more tender leaf asked the old leaves on the side, why you have all turned yellow. A few days later he asked why Paul had fallen to the ground, whether he would be cold, if he would be lonely. One day the old leaf also left him, and before leaving, the old leaf replied to the young leaf, "This is death." Every leaf dies. Until we are not afraid of this, alone. It is precisely because of our birth that we have experienced the charming posture of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and have met so many partners who know each other and cherish each other. The meaning of life is not to die, but to the scenery along the way, even if we end up in the mud, it can turn into spring mud to nourish the tree. In the coming year, new partners will be born to continue our story. ”

The young leaf felt very reasonable, he was the only leaf that still hung on the tree when the northwest wind came, and his color was also yellow at that time, but he was not afraid at all, it was always necessary to come, and the only thing he could control was his own state of mind.