"I'm tired of walking! I'm tired of walking! Although it is so ordinary, it is ...... to describe the long road of life"

The song played on a loop in the headphones has been looped for a few rounds, the tears on his face have long since dried up, his voice is a little dry, and the voice of talking in the living room has disappeared without a trace.

Everywhere quietly, the moon outside the window showed its head at some point, and it was said that the moon of fifteen was sixteen round, open the window, look at the full moon outside the window, and the moon of fifteen was actually very willing.

The big moon with white flowers, like a big white marble ornament, exudes dazzling light.

The little girl dragged her head, took off her headphones, looked out the window in a daze, and smiled stupidly, as if her sadness had disappeared at this moment.

The rest, is loneliness.

The mobile phone screen next to his arm lit up and lit up, and the blessing messages for the Mid-Autumn Festival were sent one after another.

Nineteen Nian didn't have the heart to read the messages sent by the group, and was too lazy to click on the group blessings, and replied to the blessings with others, at this time, she felt that it was good to be lonely, a quiet person, and there were no more ridiculous words.

The message rang again, but this time it was not the kind of message sent in groups, it was a blessing that Fufeng had written for a long time.

It's a pity that it was ignored by Nineteen Nian as a group message.

Fufeng [What are you doing!] Why don't you reply to messages? Well? 】

Fufeng [Is the Mid-Autumn Festival meal so delicious? Didn't even reply to messages. 】

Fufeng [Hey, hey, at the same table, you have to reply with a message, where is the friendship at the same table for many years. 】

It wasn't until he sent one message after another along with the shaking window, and he was impatient to send it to Nineteen Nian.

Nineteen Nian picked up his phone irritably and replied [You are very idle→_→]

Fufeng almost dropped the mobile phone in his hand, he held his head with one hand, and replied with the other [I don't know who shouted about the hot ÷ book club in the afternoon a few days ago, how many days have passed, have you forgotten? What a fickle tablemate. 】

Nineteen thoughts [[○?'Д′?○] You are fickle! 】

Fu Feng put down the hand holding his forehead, he thought, he originally sent her a blessing tonight with good intentions, and he couldn't collide with her because of this, so, in order to avoid confrontation, he brewed in his heart for a long time before replying to the nineteen messages.

Fufeng [Yes, I'm just a fickle boy. 】

Seeing the message he sent, Nineteen Nian didn't hold back his laughter, covered his mouth and laughed.

[So what?] Did you admit it yourself? Nineteen Nian typed these words and sent them over.

Fufeng [What?] What are you talking about, the wind is so strong that I can't hear you. 】

Seeing this news again, Nineteen Nian suddenly became curious.

She said, "What's wrong with you all this year, have you been poisoned by this sentence?" 】

Fu Feng looked puzzled, and he sent a questioning emoji.

In his heart, he was still wondering which people had said this before him.

[At the end of the military training the day before yesterday, Gu Zijun also said this. Nineteen Nian sat on the bed with his mobile phone and sent another message, [I thought I would stay this sentence during this time! 】

Fufeng replied, "No, I just said it casually, and I just talked about it. 】

After typing this series of words, Fufeng stretched his waist, and there was still a box of moon cakes on the desk that he had not opened, thinking that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival when the family had a reunion dinner, he opened WeChat again, and the family still kept the message sent to him by his father and mother the day before yesterday.

[Fufeng, have you received the moon cakes? ] This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, your dad and I are busy with work and can't come back. You remember to go back to see your grandparents and bring them back a box of mooncakes by the way. 】

Fufeng didn't reply, he remembered that his father called him that day, and he went back to his hometown to give mooncakes to his grandparents.

originally thought that he would stay in his hometown to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with his grandparents this year, but when he saw that his uncle's family was all gathered together for a reunion dinner, and thought that he would come to his grandparents' house alone to deliver mooncakes, he suddenly didn't want to stay.

His uncle's family asked him to stay and have a reunion dinner with his grandparents, but he found a reason to refuse at random, and when he saw that everyone else was a family, he always felt sour and unpleasant.

Thinking of this, he sent a message to his parents in the crowd of his family wishing them a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

I didn't hear from my parents for a long time.

Maybe they're really busy. He explained it to himself.

After explaining, he reached out and picked up the mooncakes on the table, and the moment he tore open the box, he didn't want to eat them.

What's the point of spending the Mid-Autumn Festival alone and eating moon cakes? It's better to learn from Li Bai's practice.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

He picked up his mobile phone, put on his headphones, walked towards the refrigerator, took a bottle of ice Coke from the refrigerator, stood in front of the balcony, looked at the full moon outside, and clicked on the QQ phone.

Nineteen Nian, who was typing and replying to the message, saw the QQ call from Fufeng, her message hadn't been sent yet, it was all disrupted by a call from him, there was no way, she had to put on headphones and accept the call from him.

"Hey!"

When Fu Feng just opened his mouth to say the word "hey", he immediately heard a righteous voice from Nineteen Nian's side.

"Why are you suddenly sending a QQ call, I haven't finished typing yet! It's all messed up by you. ”

Fu Feng's face was full of black lines, and he especially wanted to say, Nineteen Nian, why are your brains so unenlightened, my voice is open, can you just say no, why do you have to spend time and effort typing.

"My voice is turned on, do you still need to type?" There was some helplessness in Fufeng's tone, "Don't you think typing is a waste of time?" ”

"I'm halfway there." Nineteen Nian said that she has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, that is, once she insists on doing half of the thing, she will definitely finish it, otherwise she will always feel very uncomfortable in her heart.

"I'll wait for you for a while, and you fight slowly." Fufeng preached.

In fact, he thought in his heart that Nineteen Nian was playing something, why is the speed so slow, can't it be faster.

Of course, he would never say this to his face.

In less than a minute, Nineteen Nian quickly typed the message, and she clicked on the send column to send the message.

[How was your Mid-Autumn Festival? I'm having a bad time, alas. 】

As for why she was so slow, because she thought about it for a long time, and she didn't think about whether to send the message or not, she wanted to find someone to talk about her bad mood today, but she didn't want to bother others.

After struggling for a long time, she still sent this message, because she was indeed very aggrieved tonight.

Fufeng asked softly, "What's wrong with you?" Criticized? ”

"It doesn't matter if you are criticized, the key is more uncomfortable than being criticized." Nineteen Nian sighed, "Alas, if I ask you a question, you have to think about it before answering, and you are not allowed to lie." ”

Fufeng moved the microphone to his mouth a little and said into the microphone, "Isn't that just a problem?" What can I do, you say. ”

Nineteen Nian asked in a low voice, "Do you think it's a shame to be in a high vocational school?" ”

"......" Why did she suddenly ask this question? Fufeng thought, is it because of the school's troubles?

After waiting for a while, but not seeing the other party answer, Nineteen Nian sighed again, "Alas, you also think it's a shame to be in high school." I feel that my grades are not good, and I am really tired of living, and those relatives at home always mention your grades and ask you which school you went to during the holidays. I feel like life is so hard! ”

Fufeng moved the microphone, "Life is not difficult. But you complained about it...... It's really hard. ”

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