"Loris, how do you play cards so well?" I was interrupted by a sudden remark from the elven leader.

My hand shook slightly, but I quickly stabilized my position, sat upright, and threw out the last card that was twisted between my fingers.

"Ahh "I was a little scared, I was most afraid of someone complimenting me in public.

In this way, all eyes are on me, and it makes me uncomfortable.

Even though I know that the eyes of the crowd are just a reflection of my own heart. What I'm thinking about, what I'm caring about, will be confirmed in the eyes of others.

Even if the mind transforms it into a cabbage's autosuggestion, it won't help. Is matter relative to ideas, standing on the commanding heights?

Although I was uncomfortable with the sudden compliment, I played the cards quite smoothly this time. Actually, my playing skills are very average.

Well...... It's not so much general as treacherous. I never compare when I play my cards. When it's my turn to play cards, for this opportunity how to play the cards, I will not quickly form a few options in my mind, compare, secretly come up with a more favorable shrewd judgment, and then crooked my mouth to throw out a few cards, as if I have made the most optimal choice, take advantage of it, there is no gap missing.

I don't want to do that, I only play based on subjective assumptions based on the rules. It's not because I think I have a strong sixth sense, it's because I always feel that the results of comparison are distorted.

I once went to the mall to choose clothes, although I was very satisfied with the first clothes I tried on, I was not willing to do it, I had to continue to choose, continue to try on, and then comprehensively consider and choose the best among them, as if this is the only way not to suffer.

However, in the dead of night, I imagined the first dress I saw, and imagined myself wearing it.

I stretched out my fingers in the darkness, trying to grab it, but only the air. Suddenly, I cried sadly, and my dry face became moist with tears.

Sounds a little weird, doesn't it? It's just a piece of clothing, so why bother, why just buy it the next day if you want?

But I don't know why, but I feel sad about it, and the indescribable sadness swallows me up like a flood.

In the dark night sky, only the quilt wrapped around the body can neutralize the coldness of tears. The pretentiousness of the day becomes impossible to hide at night, and what the heart really wants will be revealed one by one at night.

When there is no one else, when I talk to another self in my heart, I probably become my true self.

We had another round. It's a great feeling to play the cards. Draw the cards from your hand and place them in the central deck.

There are fewer and fewer cards in his hand, but his heart is getting clearer and clearer. The tree next to it had scattered a few leaves in the wind.

The leaves swirled in the air and slowly fell to the ground. One of them landed on the back of my hand and slipped down again.

I was drawn to it. In the interval between two plays, I can't help but look at the leaf. Cards and leaves, hard and soft films, I somehow found a little bit of interest in them.

The leaves lay quietly on the picnic cloth on the ground, and I secretly admired them.