In the middle of the night, a crescent moon hung in the treetops, and the silver-white moonlight poured down. In the quiet study room, Cheng Miao held a pen and kept writing something on the straw paper.

The young man's head was buried very low, and he seemed to be very engrossed, and the middle finger of his right hand had been calloused by him, but now, he didn't seem to care so much.

There wasn't much homework during the day, but Cheng Miao liked to trap himself in a sea of questions, precisely because he could think of nothing when he was doing questions, and focusing was a natural thing for him.

Of course, Brother Miao was not like this a long time ago, and he didn't like to do questions at that time.

Like most children, he had a carefree childhood, he didn't have to think about anything, and it was a happy time, but it was also short-lived, and in the blink of an eye, he grew up.

The current life is not as beautiful and free as he imagined, on the contrary, Cheng Miao feels that he is pressed by reality and is about to step over.

How many times he tried to escape, but had to hold on. And life is like a dead loop, once you get busy, it will be endless. Whenever he couldn't walk, he would always see his companions still speeding up.

Cheng Miao was really tired, but he didn't dare to relax at all, if he could, he hoped that he could sleep well, and just like so fluffy and slumped on the bed, doing nothing, thinking about nothing.

If he could, he really wanted to live such a life, even if it was only for a short day, he would feel extremely happy, but unfortunately, there was no such opportunity now.

"What qualifications do you have, you are tired, so many people are not the same as persevering."

Zhao Yan's words made Brother Miao feel very daring, but it was not unreasonable, he had to walk according to the route arranged for him by this world, thinking that this was a stupid thing.

However, there is nothing Cheng Miao can do, only by following the trend will the young man's psychology be better.

"Don't let yourself relax, don't have a reason to give up, in fact, you don't have to hold on for long, really Cheng Miao, in less than a hundred days, you will be very grateful to yourself for your current hard work."

"At that time, there will be a very wide road in front of you, and you can choose the city you like, the major you like, and the people you like, but not now."

Anna's words will sound motivating, but they are easy to say but hard to do. In the persistence day after day, it is easy to get bored.

Even if it is a thing you like, after gritting your teeth and persevering every day, you will have a sense of confusion about encountering a bottleneck. And for coping with the college entrance examination, it is a test of a person's full endurance.

Cheng Miao knows that he is not a smart person, or his IQ is not very good, and many times, he can just endure it.

It is precisely because of this that he can be admitted here, but he doesn't know how long he will last with such a stupid insistence, and sometimes, Brother Miao will feel very difficult.

No one knew that he didn't like this kind of life behind the scenery, and this feeling of being bound or suppressed was not what he wanted.

Whenever he has a little leisure time, he prefers to be alone to do something that interests him, even if it is just quietly plugging in headphones and listening to songs, which is also a rare relaxation for him.

It's just that now this school doesn't even allow mobile phones to be brought, and all that stands there is only a cold telephone court, and where is there such a thing as headphones.

But Cheng Miao didn't want to think about such an overly emotional thing, all he had to do was to disguise himself as an emotionless machine.

He doesn't cry, he doesn't laugh, more often than not, he just has a numb and silent face, he's just a puppet, a puppet without feelings.

Even if he didn't want to think of himself like that, it was just that he hadn't felt that happy for a long time, and it seemed that he shouldn't have to ask for it.

It's just that when he comes back to his senses occasionally, Cheng Miao forgets his appearance, and sometimes he feels very strange when he looks at himself in the mirror.

Who is the person standing there? Since when did the expression on his face become so indifferent? What did he expect? Where did his thoughts about the world go?

It seems that the world when you grow up is nothing more than that? It's just that there are too many burdens on my shoulders, and sometimes I can't breathe, and I have to pretend that nothing happened.

It's as if nothing happened, and I'm afraid that others will see my jokes, so those worthless tears are hidden in my heart.

The people who live in this city are in a hurry every day, no one knows what they are pursuing or expecting, but they are busy day after day like a spinning top that has been whipped.

As for the old self, they have long forgotten it, and they will not talk about any old dreams.

Now for them, filling their stomachs is the right thing to do, and as for the rest, they don't want to think about it, and they don't have time to think about it.

Cheng Miao hated this suffocating life, but what could he do, he couldn't do anything, just pursue those things he didn't like all living beings, and use this to prove his worth living in this world.

How long had it been since he had called home, and how long had he not laughed happily, he didn't know, it was a long time ago.

"As long as you don't die, you will learn to die, and you must know what you come to school for."

Every day, wearing glasses like beer bottles, listening to Zhao Yan standing on the stage chattering, he felt very tired.

People who live in shackles, but there is no way to break free from the shackles, if the world is not what he loves, then why is he so desperate.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, but Cheng Miao, who is sitting in the study room, doesn't notice it at all, maybe it's because he is numb to such a tired life, it's like being burned by a flame to the nervous tissue, how can he feel pain.

It's just a relief to let yourself go down like this. The boy's fingers were getting more and more sore, and the refill of the water-based pen was about to be used up by him.

"Cheng Miao, Cheng Miao." I don't know what time it is, suddenly a crisp voice sounded in my ears, and the boy's movements looked extremely stupid, he slowly raised his head, and only felt the pain in his cervical spine.

"What's wrong?" He watched Su Wenbin walk towards him, but his brain was hesitant and didn't know what to say to him.

"Why haven't you slept yet, and you don't plan to go to class tomorrow?" Wen Bin looked at Cheng Miao who was sitting there and couldn't help yawning, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"I'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow, anyway, I'm not sleepy now." Brother Miao looked very relieved as he spoke, his body was a little sore, but this seemed to be a normal state for him.

"Are you mistaken? If you don't sleep anymore, it's almost dawn? Wen Bin couldn't help but sigh as he spoke, as if he was very helpless to him.

Looking at Brother Miao again, the young man turned the pen in his hand and looked careless, "It's lit up, it's not like I haven't seen any fuss at dawn." ”

The heart said that Su Wenbin, this kid, just likes to be nosy, and he even has to ask about staying up late, which is inevitably too lenient.

"Cheng Miao." Wen Bin called him dissatisfied again, "You are endless, you stay up so late every day, can you not be so willful?" ”

Brother Miao looked at him with very dissatisfied eyes, in fact, he didn't know what he had done wrong.

"Why am I willful, let's listen to it, I'm not a plaything, I'm just doing something here, you say I'm willful." Cheng Miao said and looked a little angry.

"Okay, okay, you do the question, it's so late, what kind of temper are you playing? Have you ever thought about what to do tomorrow, and what about the test, you are so overdrawn by your body. ”

The boy couldn't help but start counting Brother Miao as he spoke, but Cheng Miao didn't eat him.

"I'm not having a temper, I'm normal." The young man said and looked at him quite indifferently, his eyes showed a little disdain, he had been disciplined enough at school, and now even his good buddies are standing here to criticize himself, which really makes Cheng Miao a little unacceptable.

"Besides, my body is my own, and if I collapse, I will collapse, what does it have to do with you?" There was indescribable indifference in the boy's words.

He doesn't often talk to him like this, but at this time, Brother Miao has no time to take care of other people's feelings.

"Cheng Miao, I'm kind enough to remind you, if you don't sleep, it should be cold, don't fall asleep again in the exam room tomorrow, and drag the average score in the class."

Su Wenbin really reluctantly confided what he really thought in his heart, but Cheng Miao's attitude became more and more indifferent.

"Then you go to sleep by yourself, I don't need you to remind me." The boy said and buried himself in his homework again, and didn't look at Su Wenbin again.

"Cheng Miao, Cheng Miao, you are so unwilling, I see what if you fall asleep in the examination room tomorrow, Zhao Yan will not punish you to death."

Hearing Brother Miao say this, Su Wenbin should have left, but the young man looked unwilling, and he had to say a few more words. Such words really disgusted Cheng Miao to the extreme.

"Did you say enough was enough? I don't stay up late, I can't sleep, what does it have to do with you, don't you think you're annoying right now? Brother Miao looked at him and said a little unceremoniously.

"Okay, I don't care about you, you just toss yourself like this, see who is uncomfortable in the exam tomorrow?" Wen Bin also seemed to be angry with Brother Miao, slammed the door and left.

The empty study room was quiet again, and he sat there quietly, his eyes becoming more and more dull.