I went back to the underworld and slept for a long, long time, and no one bothered me, and I didn't like red light because it all seemed so weird. The red light in the darkness gives the impression of oppression and horror. Not hopefully.

The dark red color seemed to imply that a female ghost would get into my bed at any time, and then crawl directly next to my pillow from the soles of my feet, her face was blue, I first touched the side of me to see if there was anything more, but I found the woman's long hair, and when I opened her eyes, her face was hideous and she pinched my neck.

But I'm not afraid, because I see too many ghosts, and they are not as mad as in the script, even if they are angry and murderous, life is better than death or something, all of them are just cruel words. Isn't it okay to talk and vent, what is there to be afraid of ghosts, and well-dressed people in the world have also done some murder and arson behind their backs. And the ghost face is hideous, saying that it is better for you to live than to die, but it is just talking. As for the people, they say that they love you, but what you have lost is not due to them.

You see, this world can believe in nonsense, but don't trust people.

I don't know that I'm wasting my time, I always say that attitude is everything, I've heard everything, but the mood is not really something I can control. Every time I feel tired, I know that I can't do anything, so I might as well stop and move forward when I'm really well. Unfortunately, I don't know how long this time is.

I stared at the curtain of the bed in front of me, and the silence around me was another kind of bustle if there were really evil spirits entangled. Unfortunately, there was nothing, no one called me, I dreamed in my own world. When you wake up, you roll over and go back to sleep. Until I can't sleep anymore.

Here I don't know what day and night are, and there is no concept of time, because it is always the same, I don't want to ask Meng Po for a bowl of soup.

Resume.

I jumped out of bed and went to find her. She sat in front of the bridge and scooped it with a spoonful, her face calm, so that she looked like a fairy, and the fairy should not have a sad and joyful expression, and everything was indifferent.

I asked, "Can you give me a bowl of Meng Po soup?" ”

She looked up, and her hair trembled: "If you drink, not only will you be troubled, but those good things will also cease to exist." ”

I was stunned, my mind racing.

She said: "Memory should exist in the first place, you can't choose to remember and forget, memory is natural, in a few years, the people you haven't seen much in your mind have been unrecognizable, I really can't remember, I don't believe you try." She smiled softly at me, "Can you still remember every person you haven't seen in years, or a demon or something?" ”

I thought about it and thought about it a lot, and I was really surprised to find that there were faces that really couldn't be sketched in detail.

She said: "Life likes to watch jokes, so I like to slap others in the face." You once said that you will never forget the things you will never forget, and you once said that the pain that you can't forget is like a joke. ”

I was silent.

She said: "You try to meet your expectations, and then you meet those good people and slowly fill up the good memories, and one day later you find that those things, the stories and so on are all blurred." ”

I said, "I'm actually a little confused. ”

"You'll understand," she said. ”

I said, "But the world is too small, and it's all the old people when you look up."

"Then avoid it, and never see it again," she said. ”

I sighed, "Not yet, I have to go back because there are still things to be resolved." ”

She said: "Then endure it, and if it is solved, it will be completely gone." ”

I frowned and smiled bitterly: "But it's too difficult for me, I can't pass this hurdle, and I feel uncomfortable when I see it." ”

I felt that my bedroom was the safest, I just wanted to lie down, I didn't want to take a step, and Lu Juan knew everything, so he accommodated me and didn't bother me.

The world loves me and compromises for me, not for me. If you don't love me, it's not because you understand, but because it really doesn't make a difference whether you have me or not. So the surroundings are lonely, but not miserable and miserable.

I know that I really love me, in fact, there is a pain that loves me no longer has those requirements, no longer tells me what to do, but compromises for me, obviously used to how to ask me, but retreats.

I was actually more upset because they knew something was wrong with me. So I was given time to slow down.

Memory is not up to itself, because it must exist. Since it exists, there should be a reason to exist.

I said, "Don't forget, don't hide." ”

She said: "I can't forget the pain because I am dissatisfied with the status quo, and the happy days of the happy people can't be happy, how can I have time to recall." ”

I nodded, and then said goodbye. On the way back, there was a man in the middle of the road who was hiding his face and weeping. His face turned blue and he looked like a ghost.

I went over and crouched down and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

He looked at me: "Look at you are not like us, are you a fairy?" ”

I said, "I'm not a fairy, but you can tell me about you, and maybe I'll be able to help you." ”

He sat on the ground and sighed in relief: "How can I, a dead person, be afraid of being laughed at, why not talk about it!" Then he started talking about him.

His father's friend is a medical family in the court, and the prospect of studying medicine in recent years is good, so he was sent to the palace by his father, and began to study medicine after recognizing his master.

There are quite a lot of apprentices, everyone is the same, everything is starting from scratch, and he also secretly inquired about the fact that most of those who studied medicine were also looking for a good way out.

It's all the same, but the difference is that he has a stronger sense of resistance. He really couldn't convince himself, after all, his father and mother paid him to learn skills, and it was so hard to make money these years, he couldn't learn anything with peace of mind, lived in fear, and couldn't study medicine hard. It's a painful thing to look at on both sides, and what he likes is to write books, an illusory future.

His parents often say: The baby should study hard.

But his heart was complicated, and he couldn't help it: I can't learn the skills, really you are ready, I am probably wasting time.

As a child, he could compromise on anything, but there were some things that he really couldn't hide from the world - he really didn't want to study medicine. He really couldn't learn anything.

My friend said, "Oh, there are many regrets, but there are few smoothnesses, and everyone can't do what they like." ”

But this life has passed in a blink of an eye, why is this the year of the weak crown, and it arbitrarily defines a lifetime.

He said: "If I don't accept it, I just don't accept it, don't put your life on me." ”

So he was still very painful, still shaking his head to study medicine, and he didn't have any knowledge in his head. He watched the passage of time and the money paid by his father, but he was powerless. He couldn't say: I don't study anymore, I have to make a living by writing and writing scripts.

So at present, it seems that you can only continue to shake, but if you take a step forward, the knife will cut deeper.

He was depressed, and his father and mother could see it after a long time, so he took a vacation.

He cried bitterly, he was quite obedient, but this time he really couldn't do it perfunctory, he saw that his parents compromised, he never thought that the vacation would be so easy.

He ate at the table and cried while eating.

His father yelled, "Don't eat while crying, eat while crying, eat elsewhere." ”

But as soon as the emotions came up, I couldn't control it.

He knew that the implication of that sentence could be replaced with: I want you to be happy more than to force you.

The threshold of the house was very high, and when he walked back to his room, he tripped and slammed his head on the table, and he confessed to this life.

This kind of death is particularly hilarious, but he died suddenly without saying goodbye in such a hurry.

There are so many accidents, and some deaths are without warning, and they always die suddenly.

So cherish it, time is running out. How do you know you'll live to have children and grandchildren? There's really no way to guarantee this, so why is it a pity to think about it?

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

I said, "What do you want?" ”

He said, "I want to live, but I can't, don't I?" ”

I was speechless, just nodded.

He asked, "There's a bridge ahead, right?" ”

I said, "yes, just keep going and you'll be able to see it." ”

He stood up, tears on his face, but his steps were slow, reluctant to take a quick step.

A lot of things are not said to be solved without thinking about it, that's called forget it, it's a powerless compromise, but it can only be forgotten, things have never been properly resolved, but I don't dare to admit it, because I can't live if I keep thinking about it.

People can let you lose, but no one carries too much for you, they are all fighting by themselves, you should really hug yourself, so strong, and have come to this point.

I was very moved by his story, because I also felt that every subtle change in me was clearly seen by the people who cared about me, there were no demands, it was all compromises, and those compromises really pierced my heart.

The people who care about you are not a requirement, the world cares about how you shine all over, but only those who love you take care of your mood.

You won't know that there is such a nine-tailed me in the world, the road to becoming a god is far and difficult, the process is not important, the result is important, because after everyone knows the result, they will start to talk about your process.

If I can't become a god, everyone will only laugh at me: Ho, I can't do my best. It's just a complaint, it's too realistic, and your height determines how the people around you speak.

Respect itself requires skill. If you want to be respected, you can only become stronger. If I'm the kind of person I can't afford to mess with at first sight, how can I be bullied.

If Lu Juan is really strong enough, how can he be deceived and lose the opportunity. It can be said that those people are shameless, but the iron still needs to be hard.

If you are strong, no one will dare to deceive.

There is no light in the underworld, but the reason why the Hades King illuminates this place is because she is the king, and there is no popularity in the underworld, and the reason why there is a Condensing Soul City is because she is the king.

Why do you want to be a king, because there is no one to protect you, you protect yourself, you lose the most important thing, it really doesn't count, but you can't kill, every time you think about it, you still curse, you still curse. Don't expect others to lose the most important thing, you can also forgive with a smile, it is impossible in life and lifetime. Don't kidnap morally, after all, it's me who loses, not you.