I've been here for a lot of people, and every time they come there, it's when they're in a bad mood, and I feel like I've taken refuge here.

I'm annoyed.

Just want to find a quiet place to stay alone, what do they do to run over and bother themselves?

The last person who came was Wen Beihong, who was more annoying than every refugee.

He came to tell me that Qu Zhiming was no longer good.

"You're really not going back? Whatever you say, it's your ......," he wanted to speak.

I picked up my surfboard and caught the waves.

Qu Zhi would have died a long time ago, wouldn't he?

To this day, I haven't been able to let him go, let myself go, otherwise why would I move here away from Beijing?

I don't care at all about his guilt and remorse, it's not fair that my mother and I will pay for the mistakes he made when he was younger.

I don't ask for fairness anymore, I just ask them not to bother me.

When I was a child, I watched an old TV series with my mother, in which Nezha returned his father by deboning and removing his flesh to return his mother, I just felt shocked when I watched it at that time, but I didn't understand why Nezha did it so miserably.

And now, I also want to drain the blood of this body and return it to Qu Zhiming.

But Wen Beihong said: "It's okay for you to hate him, but your life has always been given by him, unless you have never been grateful to you in this life, otherwise, he is not so unforgivable." ”

Grateful?

Should I be grateful that I met Su Tang, or would I rather never meet her at all?

I'd rather she didn't save me outside the bar that day, and let me be beaten to death, I went six feet down first, opened the way for my mother, and didn't let me go to Beijing like crazy with an obsession, and don't meet her again.

Maybe then I'm a complete rotten person, dying in a corner that no one knows, like all ants, born and dead.

Actually, that's not bad, it's better than living to suffer.

But a good life never belonged to me.

So I can only choose to be grateful?

Wen Beihong stayed with me for two days, and he didn't say much to persuade me, just quietly waiting for my reply.

Two days later, I still hadn't changed my mind, and he had to go back first.

Then I bought a ticket to the North Pole and took my camera to the farthest place in the world.

Why is the earth round, walking around always going back to the original point, I thought, as long as I stay there and I don't go anymore, I shouldn't go back to the place where the story began, right?

The scenery of the Arctic is beautiful, the glaciers are thick with snow, the aurora is gorgeous, and even the polar bears are cuter than people.

Everyone wrapped in thick clothes covered their heads and faces so tightly that I didn't have to face any more faces.

And it's so quiet that you can only hear the wind.

Everyone in my company thought I was a weirdo, and I had been together for almost three months, and I was afraid that I would say no more than ten words to them.

I've almost forgotten that I used to be quite pushy.

I took a lot of photos of the aurora, and then deleted them one by one, and those magnificent scenes were naturally beautiful, shocking, and exciting, but they were meaningless.

It occurred to me that I hadn't seen a rainy day in a long time.

Suppressing this thought, I took a sip of the cold spirit, wrapped myself in a sleeping bag and fell into a deep sleep.

But all of a sudden, the thought went wild, and I had never had such a strong desire to see what was going on.

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