4. [I suddenly felt sad, so easily, that a fresh life was lost. 】

Time flies, we are isolated in this chaotic world, and Kotoko friends begin to work hard to run to her Wuhan, occasionally drawing a few sketches, which is called an after-school pastime.

I started looking for manuscripts I wrote when I was 12 years old, planning to send them all in, and occasionally checking the scores of Zhejiang University on the Internet, and counting my attendance rate with my fingers.

The neighbor girl was in the same session as me, making up for the east and the west every day, maybe to make up for the problem, and suddenly took advantage of her mother's inattention to leap down from the sixth floor, like a withered butterfly, wanting to sleep for a long time.

She didn't die, but her feet were broken, and when I went to see her, my expression was flat, and I couldn't imagine how bold she had been.

She said that she was about to be depressed, she wanted to cut her wrists, she was afraid of pain, she wanted to take medicine, but the doctor didn't prescribe it, and she wanted to understand her life in this way, but she didn't expect to fall into such a tragic situation now.

She smiled a little reluctantly and asked me if I wanted to write a manuscript of youth, I peeled an orange and put it in the palm of her hand, and deliberately replied indifferently.

Write me in, at least I survived.

Her face was pale, and she pleaded with me, like a dying old man who gave an account of the wealth she had told.

I said yes, and she talked to me a lot, and there was frustration between the words, and I remembered that I had only asked Mr. Qin for half a day's leave, and when I said goodbye and left, I found that her side face looking out of the window was beautiful.

She gave up trying to survive after all, and her mother did everything she could to prevent her heart from withering and dying.

She slashed her wrist with a hospital needle, and no one heard her cry out in pain in the middle of the night.

I suddenly felt sad that a life had been lost so easily.

5. [How easy we are to grow old]

My mother was busy with work, and since the hot water in the dormitory was not available 24 hours a day, as advertised, she let me rent a room outside the school alone.

It's eerie to stay alone in the room, sometimes sleep with Kotoko's friends, chat and chat until what time in the morning, no sleepiness, a few cold water on the face, and eye bags ruin the good mood of the day.

There are a few sketches of Wuhan University in Qinzi's room, I have asked her to draw people, she shrugged her shoulders, saying that the painting is not good, there is nothing to do, I also have a few more photos of Zhejiang University in my mobile phone, we will still be separated after all.

Luoyang came to the phone, and asked me in a dumb voice where I want to take the exam, I said Zhejiang, he was silent, I knew that he wanted to take the exam in Nanjing, he asked me, can you accompany me to take the exam.

I said no, no, I'm not too lonely.

He said yes, see you later.

The sky was bright, and I smoked the "520" that I loved in junior high school, and in the fireworks, I obviously saw tears in each other's eyes. One by one, they burned until dawn.

How easy we are to get old, the children began not to call us "big sister", and the little polite sentence "Auntie is good", stroking his face, a tear of vicissitudes.

Mrs. Qin did nothing, and he still didn't lose weight between the shuttle floors. The couples in the class died a lot unintentionally, and they were all angry in the book, who said that lovelorn women would be lazy, this time it was obvious that the lovelorn crowd began to block the lonely soul with lonely books.

In the season of flying fire meteors, the smell of Huoxiang Zhengqi water is everywhere.

Mrs. Qin said that she had a three-day holiday to review well, and sent it one session after another.

We roared forward with great pride, and books were scattered everywhere, like youth that we couldn't pick up.

6. [Scattered, faded, forgot]

I think it's over, the name of the test paper is a little dazzling, the sound of the "rustling" test paper in the examination room is endless, the temperature drops quickly, and the summer wind moistens the eyes.

After the last exam, Qin Ziyou and I folded the books in the desk into a hill, without asking each other about the grasp of the grades, people slowly came in the classroom, and their faces were more or less excited, Mrs. Qin said a lot of touching tears, we made a noise to let him have a song, Mrs. Qin sang "Rolling Yangtze River", and also said "There is no one with a hundred red days." ”

The phone vibrated and Luoyang called.

A text message, and cut off his phone again.

- You're going to fly farther into the sky after all. I can't restrain you, all the time.

It was a text message from the boy I had forgotten.

The class leader bought beer, a glass of wine was not intoxicating, and the song he sang in his mouth penetrated the campus.

- Lin Xi, I will always wait for you in Nanjing.

Luoyang.

"Who marries you who is sentimental, who comforts you who loves to cry

Whoever reads the letter I wrote to you, who threw it in the wind. “

Mrs. Qin is very cute when she claps her hands, and she is a cute and flexible fat man. Holding books in his arms and singing old songs over and over again, the freshman high school student strangely poked his head out to look at our madness, perhaps because he didn't understand how sad we were.

Kotoko handed over a piece of paper, a painting of me and her smiling faces as they parted, and I thought I was crying, the sky was gray, obscuring my vision for direction.

Whether it is Mrs. Qin, or Qin Ziyou, Luoyang and the young man of dear, they have all disappeared one by one, and my unwilling youth is still over.

In the years of youth for you and me, it was still scattered, faded, and forgotten.

Best friend, we're gone.

Luoyang, we have faded.

Dear teenagers, we, forgot.

The youth is over, and there is no one left in the audience.

7. [For you who still love everything]

What kind of day is today, it is not sunny and sunny, nor is the sun shining.

Today, heavy rain, strong winds, thunder.

As for why I suddenly wanted to insert this paragraph, there are two reasons for exactly, the first is that the book needs to slow down the plot, and the second is that I talked about the topic of depression with a friend.

Then I thought about this girl I had actually met, and that's why I wrote this story.

Although this is my story, it is also a story that has been sublimated with oil and vinegar.

So today's story is not very good.

At this point in this story, I just want everyone to understand that no matter how sad you are, there are many more people in this world who are sad than yourself, you have to come out on your own, sad at night, and you are still full of vitality when you wake up.

Although it is actually useless to persuade depressed people in this way, I really understand it deeply.

After all, I've stood outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and thought about a relief.

In fact, depression will also be afraid of death, but it is too painful to live, so it will leave this real world without hesitation.

I want to say that maybe God is not fair, but if there is a ray of light, as long as you are willing to take a second look, it is hope.

This is the most depressing part of the book, and I won't write about it after that, I want to show you the best of me.

After all, in the future, we will all be energetic and lovely people.

May everyone's youth not experience what happened to the girl in my story.

I hope that everyone, life is another village.

I sigh again, it's really beautiful to be alive, and it's good to have hope for life.

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