Next, after careful consideration, Jiang Xiaobai really didn't worry about Xia Mingyu, so Jiang Xiaobai took Xia Mingyu with him.

That is, since Jiang Xiaobai stepped into the space tunnel with Tang Xiaomeng and Xia Mingyu today, Jiang Xiaobai has started a new adventure.

They had to go to World One, then World No. 2, then World No. 3, World No. 4, World No. 5, World No. 6, World No. 7, World No. 8, World No. 9...... Hundreds of thousands of worlds, have been adventuring like this, to find the lost youth.

It's over this book.,In fact, if you want to write, you can continue to write.,But this book is too bad.,A new 10,000 words written down are more than my million words clicks.,I don't know what I rely on to get to a million words.,Maybe I've been numb for a long time.,So the writing is getting worse and worse.,More and more can't write.。

But even if it's all rubbish, more than a million words have fewer hits than 10,000 words?

I once wrote a book of tens of thousands of words, and the number of hits was more than the number of hits of my book and the book of the strongest god of slaughter combined, and the two books together were already more than two million words, so low the number of hits, I don't know how I persevered.

They all say that millions become gods, and I am millions?

But I won't give up, I will continue to work hard, I have opened a new book, a new book and a new beginning, so that I can write more carefully, carefully polish the beginning, just for a better time.

There is never the best, only better.

Next, I naturally want to say a few chapters to cheer myself on, and there is no need to read the rest of it, unless you are as overwhelmed as I am and feel lost about the future.

See you in our new book......

Someone once said: "After going to college, there is no spring and autumn in my hometown, only winter and summer." ”

However, people who work will say, "I really envy you, and there are holidays." ”

Yes, the older I get, the less I go home, and the more uncertain the time I go home. Wu Jiu Literature

I don't remember when it started, but I used to search for my ticket home when I had nothing to do, to see the temperature at home every day, and although I occasionally laughed at myself, I knew that it wouldn't make my day home faster, but I got used to doing it. There is no way, there is my home more than 1,000 kilometers away from my current location, and there are too many memories and worries for me.

Lonely? Lonely. Is it hard? Laborious. Homesick? Think. But I think everyone who has left their homeland knows very well in their hearts that solving all problems by ourselves is a necessary ability for people like us. At this time, we must learn not only to adapt to the new environment, but also to learn to turn the reluctant life into a handy life, and the helpless self into a strong self.

In Haruki Murakami's collection of essays, he says, "What a difficult society we live in! Maybe we'll put our arms together and scratch our heads. But like it or not, this is the world we live in. We can only survive here. ”

After I left home, I didn't dare to expect too much from many things. Because I am experiencing the hardships of life, because I don't know where the next problem is waiting for me to deal with, because I know in my heart that those friends who used to accompany me can only comfort me from afar on the phone for a while, so the simple thing of being able to sit on the bus and eat a hot dinner when I get home from work is enough to make me happy for a long time.

The helplessness of life makes us always do what we don't want to do, but we have to do it because of life. In order to go to school, we had to stay in accommodation; We had to leave home in order to work.

In fact, sometimes I can't help but wonder if my choice is right, I also doubt my own value, and I am afraid that I will not get the desired result at all. But when I think that there are many, many wishes in my heart that have not been fulfilled, and that I have not become a better version of myself, the courage to hold my ground has returned

There is a saying: desire is the driving force of life. When I am surrounded by many people who are better and harder than me, when I realize my insignificance, when I realize that I can really see a wider world when I go out, I also want to be better, and I also know that I have made the right choice.

Then I began to believe that it was not that life was too hard, but that we were too vulnerable. But I think you must have the same belief as I do that one day, we will go home with our good and strong selves.

In the past, we longed for the distance, but now we yearn for the distance but begin to hesitate, and when we choose the distance and want to look back more, it is more of a last resort. Maybe this is growth, we are growing, and the distance from home is getting farther and farther away. The holidays changed from weekends to winter and summer, and finally there was no fixed winter and summer.

I hope you can really live a little sooner like you say to your parents every time you call: "Don't worry, I'm here, everything is fine."

The peach blossoms are gone, and the flowers are all over the ground, who disturbed the peach blossoms and swept away the flowers?

A quiet song, half a cup of tea. The sleeper in front of the window, a few strands of hair, a little fragrance. Pink peach blossoms, smiling like flowers, and Junhe. There are a few flowers blooming, there are a few good days, and the concubine answers. The beautiful scenery of the good morning, the love and honey, the envy of the mandarin ducks, the beauty of the peach blossoms. The king dresses up for the concubine, and the concubine dresses the king. Lang is a concubine, only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals. The flute sound is faint, and the gentleman is harmonious, and there is a little love...... Empty joy, unwilling to Sauvignon Blanc, empty waiting for sleepers. A thousand years of attachment, the cycle of time. A blank wait, a staring in the air. The infatuated person has an empty boy's head and a white heroic dream. How can you cherish the edge of your eyes and hug the sleeping person? While the east wind is still there, take advantage of the green time. Acquaintance is fate, and acquaintance is separation. Even if there is no beautiful scenery, the beauty is on the side, simple and unpretentious, tranquil and peaceful. Even though there are no high-rise buildings, there are delicious foods, but there is a peach blossom source, and it is also quiet and leisurely. Even if there is no good wine on the side and a feather fan in the hand, you can still have a childish face, a fairy bone, and a flute sound, waiting for good news.

A simple man, crazy, stupid. Maybe a clear light, but a heart, is warmth. The sword eyebrows frowned, and with a long roar, it was a chivalrous bone; A line of turbid tears, two pearls, is tenderness; Half a cup of turbid wine, a bowl of wind and dust, is pride; A line of sake, a half-billet of loess, is fate. Since ancient times, the red dust years have urged people to grow old, so can there be no flowers and empty branches? Red dust, unloved. The love of right and wrong, the entanglement of grievances and grievances, and the bond of life and death. Perhaps, there is "drunk and lying on Songshan and reluctant to wake up, when will he rest when he provokes his face." The sound of the wooden fish and the green lantern urges, why is the master delaying his return" such self-deprecation and sneering. The hero is short of breath and easy to grow old. As soon as you enter the red dust, how much can you add to the tranquility, and how many wisps of tenderness can you add?