Late at night, Fang Yuan sat on a chair in the study, holding a brocade handkerchief with the word "Yixi" embroidered on it.

Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, tonight is the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Aunt Xia is gone, Uncle Bai is gone. There are only two people left in the whole family, Fang Yuan and Fang Cun, they have all gone home for the New Year, but their parents are still outside.

Fang Yuan suddenly felt very lonely, although he had had such an experience before, the refrigerator had quick-frozen dumplings and instant food. Aunt Xia and Uncle Bai each had their own families, although they were the "retainers" of the Fang family, but at this time of year, Fang Yuan would let them go home.

"Brother, give out red envelopes."

"Huh? Are you going to rob it? ”

Fang Yuan looked at Fang Cun who came in at some point, holding a mobile phone in his little hand, shouting for Fang Yuan to send out red envelopes.

Fang Yuan opened a WeChat chat with Fang Cun alone, and the two of them played to grab red envelopes, one hundred or two at a time, and whoever grabbed less continued to send them. The two of them have a lot of pocket money, especially Fang Yuan, just to relieve boredom.

Fang Cun said: "Brother, why don't you post it in the group of classmates?" ”

Fang Yuan was happy, what did this kid want to do, he thought a lot. He generally doesn't like to give out red envelopes in the group of classmates, although his family's money is recognized by the whole school, the city, and the province, but Fang Yuan still wants to keep a low profile.

However, it was really boring to be alone, so he casually sent a red envelope. Forty people in the class, forty red envelopes, 10,000 yuan. This number is also randomly clicked by him, and many zeros are 100,000 yuan, and maybe one less is 1,000 yuan.

As soon as the red envelope came out, the group immediately fried the pot, many people immediately came out to grab it, and Fang Yuan himself grabbed one.

"Fang Shao, what's the situation?"

"I'll go, and I'll give out benefits."

"Come again, I didn't grab enough."

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year."

"Thank you boss, business is booming!"

There were all kinds of words, Fang Yuan sent another one, casually clicked a few zeros, and then immediately went to sleep.

That's right, it's sleeping, he feels so bored, Fang Cun is still playing with his phone, but he has no interest.

Fang Yuan was like this, he would always be invaded by a sudden loneliness, and at that time he felt that the whole world could be abandoned.

Lying on the bed, Fang Yuan did not sleep immediately, but covered his face with the Fang Jin handkerchief that Dongfang Yixi gave him, closed his eyes and sniffed the aroma that was already vague.

Fang Yuan wanted to get out of this world a little, he thought that if he stayed in the spirit realm and was with Dongfang Yixi, he didn't know what it would be like.

Fang Yuan didn't know what love was, maybe he had loved before, but he was getting more and more confused, he hoped that Dongfang Yixi could be with him. But the heart is the only one, but he has had a lot of women, and he doesn't know what's going on.

So what kind of heart is his heart, Fang Yuan doesn't understand, maybe he is a person with a heart. Fang Yuan picked up his mobile phone, he didn't know who to call, he originally wanted to leave Liu Ziming to celebrate the New Year together, but Liu Ziming said that he still had something to do, and he came back.

Fang Yuan had asked countless times in his heart, even tortured himself, whether everyone could only fall in love with one person. Maybe he's that kind of scumbag, but his feelings for everyone are different, and if he can, he hopes to go back to the past.

If the world is materialistic and life is realistic, then a person is idealistic.

There are too many things in life that you can't ask for, and there are too many things that are difficult to give up. After tasting the ups and downs, in the end, it is actually the reaction of our own hearts.

Some people say that they are doing well, and some people say that they are doing badly. Some people want to beg, some people want to give up. And all this, it is not the materialistic ** who makes the decision, but the idealistic soul.

When I was young, there were many happy times, but more often than not, there were pains that I never delved into.

I don't know the taste of sorrow when I am young", this is true, but it does not mean that "there was no taste of sorrow before the year".

There are too many worries that are suppressed in the heart of teenagers, and the most troublesome of them is the quarrel between parents.

Now it seems that they are getting older, and they can get along with each other. But when I was young, when they argued, it was tantamount to feeling that the sky was falling.

That's in my heart, and this home is the whole world. Every time I go home, I slow down before entering the door, praying for the peace of my home. Parents don't quarrel all the time, just occasionally, but this occasional is not what I think I am willing to bear.

Until one day, I felt as if someone lived in my heart. One day, I knew that there was a person living in my heart. One stay is for many years.

Not two minds of the same person, but a completely different person. She was gentle with me in my heart, and I confided in her heart. She's not one person, but she lives in my heart.

If it were now, I must know a perfect way to express it, and that would be "the goddess of the heart". When I was young, I only knew that she was a friend, and communicating with her was like the wind blowing through the streets.

In a hazy way, this is not any love, it is the expression of all the emotions in the heart. Until one day, when I said goodbye to her, and even when I said goodbye, I couldn't see her clearly.

It turned out that before I knew it, I was eighteen years old; It turned out that I was in love with a girl; It turned out that someone had unknowingly replaced her. Two years, or even less than two years, can destroy a person's youth. It's simple, fall in love with her and lose her.

Regret, regret your decision. Pain, pain her clouds are light and light. Perhaps, she is also sad, but when you are sad yourself, where will you care about anything else?

The whole heart, as if it had been strafed into a sieve by machine guns. The whole heart is like being clenched by a sad hand. I never thought that a person like me would cry in front of others with a quilt over his head in the dormitory.

The devastated execution ground, the ever-present sadness will always dissipate one day. But when you get closer, it's okay to smell heartache.

All at once, I lost two of her. One is far away from me, and the other has nowhere to return. All that's left is the beginning and the end. In everyone's heart, there is a person who has been treasured and guarded by you, and when that person is combined with reality, you have met your destiny.

But when reality is broken, just as a person is killed, ** and the soul will dissipate.

Fantasy and reality, when you pursue fantasy and go away, you will return with a body of scars, and you will find that reality will not be able to accommodate you.

And vice versa.

Never give up on your soul, that's life.

Lonely people are two-faced. Embrace the pain of loneliness and enjoy the freedom of freedom.

In Fang Yuan's heart, he kept thinking, his consciousness became more and more blurred, constantly descending, and seemed to be asleep. I want to talk about "Soul Monument" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~