Sword burns the sky

Chapter 481 Outer Chapter——"Sentiments" by Bits of Time

A heavy rain suddenly fell, just like that, running in the rain, laughing all the way.

I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I always walked by with an umbrella because I was afraid of catching a cold and falling.

Once, a friend told me: the rain in the city is seriously polluted, and it does a lot of damage to the skin. If you soak it for a long time, you may even lose your hair.

Therefore, when I was afraid of catching a cold, I was more afraid of hair loss, and I was afraid that my long hair would disappear because of a momentary willfulness.

I remembered the scene of walking in the rain with Nan and Lin when I was in high school.

I can't remember what I said at that time, but I only remember that it was the season when the willows were green and the drizzle was like smoke. We walked in the rain until it was dark.

Many years later, it was also Xiahui, and it was also raining heavily. The old friend at that time was gone, and the trees on the roadside were walking together.

Hehe, in a few years, there will still be people who, at this time, think of those people who have been drenched in the rain, walked through the green grass, or shuttled through the busy streets in those years.

Time is passing.

We are moving forward.

Those memories that pass by each other are temporarily put in the bottom of my heart and slowly settle down. .

I think of the good brothers who used to live together, the goddesses who work together, and when I think of their companionship, I suddenly feel sad. Now they no longer need me, and many relationships are only warm at a certain stage.Now, each has its own world, each has its own warmth, and I don't need to disturb them anymore, which will only increase their worries about me.

No matter what, I still wish my brothers and sisters happiness and longevity in my heart.

A sister-in-law's old boat descended from the sky, it replied to my comment and asked me: Have you found your position~
I suddenly felt embarrassed.Reply to: still don't know. .Still at a loss. .Still adrift. .

I'm embarrassed because I don't know what the meaning of my efforts are now.When everything is in vain in the end, any hot blood will slowly cool down and gradually solidify.Apart from living for the sake of living, I no longer know the meaning of struggle.

What is my dream, I don't even know.

There was a time when I wished I could be a successful businessman.

But I want to retreat back to the concrete forest, and I want to use exaggerated words in exchange for life.

I still describe this dream me in my heart, and I can do whatever I want.

But when I found out.

People are like this, after procrastinating for a long time, worrying too much, becoming timid, and finally let things go with the flow.

We, us at this age, struggling between reality and dreams, how much of ourselves are left?How much enthusiasm is left to retain?

Reminds me of the little girl I ate snacks with in kindergarten and followed my ass all day and called me brother. .

Thinking of the people I secretly liked. .

Think of my lovely deskmate. .

Think of my good brother Wen. .

I think of so many people. .

We haven't been in touch for a long time. .Even lost news.

I keep changing my phone number all the time. .

And then don't tell anyone. .

I always wish to be remembered. .But keep forgetting. .

Who still remembers me now. .

That fat boy back then. .

Who's talking about me now. .

That domineering boy back then. .

Who knows me now. .

Now choose the silence of the lambs. .

It's 15/9/2. .now. .

Soak a cup of tofu flower, and it is very clean to form a slurry. .It's still the same taste. .Just 10 years ago. .

In a blink of an eye. . No.20 five Mid-Autumn Festival. .The little boy grew up to be a big boy. .Another 20 years. .Big boys are about to become old men. .time. .

I like to drink black sesame paste. .Grandma cooked it once when I was very young. .And that was the only time.The strong taste of black sesame is still lingering in my mind. .later. .Always brew for yourself to drink. .Occasionally make a cup for grandpa. .Just that smell. .It's not what it used to be. .There is always something missing. .

Later, I like to drink tofu flower. .Because grandpa loves to drink. .So I also like to drink. .after that. .I'm used to drinking a cup before going to bed. .Drink it warm. .It's still a little hot. .I always believe. .That way I won't catch cold at night. .

We no longer feel how long the years are. .Instead, it turns out that time goes by too fast. .In a blink of an eye we will grow old. .

Warm tofu flower. .too sweet. .

Quiet years. .a little cold. .A little silent. .There is also a little anxiety and helplessness.

It took me 140 months and 9 days to write a novel of 10 million words. I am a newcomer, a new writer, not a master, not a writer, not an author, very simple.It's just a writer who writes in order to conceive a dream, a dream of his own novel.

Thank you for supporting me as always. I hope you don’t mind this short article.

(End of this chapter)