Lord of the Nation: Draw Night Elf at the start

My name is Nightstar, and I'm an ordinary person.

At least...... I used to think so.

My parents were just ordinary members of this society, and the family was not rich, but they were not poor either, that is, they did not need to be like those who were higher or poor, and they did not need to run around all day long to make a living.

My mom and dad loved me very much, and they taught me a lot, both the teaching and the knowledge were useful, and I am proud to have such parents.

It's a good life for me, I don't want to change it, it's not good for me.

I don't envy my peers who flaunt some precious things all day long, because I don't experience the excessive thirst for wealth, I think that money is a tool for people in the final analysis, and it is enough to use it well. If you rely too much, you may have problems.

When I was in elementary school, one of my classmates stole money from his family, and stole hundreds of dollars, and then he took all the money to the stationery store and bought a bunch of bells and whistles of stationery for the people in the class

At that time, they all seemed happy, and the classmate who stole the money seemed to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by everyone, with a smile on his face, and he also looked happy. And I just silently stayed in my seat, reading my book.

I don't have any concept of money, but I never spend it indiscriminately, because I don't want anything fancy and expensive, just use it properly and comfortably.

Maybe this kind of thinking is a little unsociable in the eyes of my classmates, but I don't care, I don't want to make myself uncomfortable to join someone else's big group, and I don't really want to follow the idea of the masses, because sometimes, that's not a good thing.

When our homeroom teacher noticed something was wrong and contacted his parents after questioning her, the news of him stealing money spread among his classmates.

For a moment, he was spurned, despised, and sarcastic, but no one cared if the pen he was using now or anything else was the one he had given him, and no one had ever spoken to him of a word of advice or comfort.

Their performance made me very uncomfortable, but at that time I was not mature enough to understand why I felt uncomfortable in my heart, and I just chatted with them in a small circle of friends who were in tune with me as usual, blowing the uncomfortable feeling out of my heart.

After several years, I was promoted to the best middle school in the city with middle and upper grades, and I was exposed to more people and saw more realities.

Especially after that incident....

It was a normal afternoon for me, I was just passing by the school building to go to the library to read books, which was one of my daily activities, and I went to a boarding school. Although it is a high school, it has a lot of facilities, so there is a library, and I like the quiet atmosphere of the library, so I often go there.

But after that incident, I wasn't in the mood to go to the library.

A group of people gathered at the bottom of the school building, looking up and talking about something.

Out of curiosity, I got closer, and then I didn't know how to describe what it was like to hear something in my heart.

"Who is that girl above??

" "I don't know, it seems to have been transferred from before, right

?" "Is this going to jump off the building?Do you want to call the police?

" "I don't have a mobile phone, why don't I go to a teacher or go to the student management office

?" "Cut, she definitely doesn't dare, I think she probably wants to use this as a reason to do something, right?"

"Is it that the cafeteria meal is too unpalatable and angry?" Don't you want to run up and scare the headmaster?"

"Hahaha, your idea is too weird, isn't it?

Listening to the mostly nonchalant comments of these classmates, I looked up and saw that it was time for the sun to start setting, and the setting sun was setting towards the back of the school building, and from my point of view, it was right next to the female classmate.

She sat on the edge of the roof, her hair disheveled, too far away to see her face, her front body shrouded in shadow in the setting sun, her head hanging as if she were still clutching something in her hands.

I couldn't see it really, but for some reason I felt that extremely suppressed despair and sadness from her, and I felt like I couldn't breathe in my chest.

I stood there at a loss, the scene hit me so hard that I wanted to say something, but my mouth could not open as if it had been stitched together with a needle and thread, and I could only stare at her, silently praying in my heart that she would not give up the idea of living.

The crowd downstairs was a little impatient, they came here to have fun, but there was no movement for a long time, and some people were even afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

"TM, you're jumping, coward!" "

Jump, it's a jump!" "Don't dare to jump to climb any building, waste Lao Tzu's time

!" "Jump!" "Jump!" "Jump!" "Jump

!" "

Jump!"

The

noisy discussion and swearing gradually turned into the same words, and the situation began to get out of control, and the rational plants and trees were ignited by the irrational sparks, which gradually turned into a fire.

I was standing not far behind them, suppressing the herd mentality in me, knowing full well that I couldn't do it, that I was kidding someone else's life.

The still sensible person called the teacher, and the teacher, realizing the seriousness, began to call the other school figures, while pulling the other teachers to call 110 and 119 respectively.

Thankfully, the police and fire police arrived in time and were preparing to save lives.

The orderly teacher and the police dispersed the crowd, and then one of the policemen picked up a megaphone and began to counsel the girl.

"Child, what can you say, don't joke with your own life, think about your relatives, think about what you care, don't give up hope!"

said the policeman with a megaphone said comforting words, trying to save the child who had committed suicide, and at the same time buying time for the rescuers who were climbing the building.

The funny thing is that the crowd that was driven out of the distance did not leave, they were still saying all kinds of irresponsible things, as if they had nothing to do with themselves, as if other people's lives were insignificant in their eyes.

At that time, I subconsciously stayed away from the crowd, I couldn't believe that they could be cold-blooded to such an extent, everyone was an adult student, but this kind of appearance can no longer be justified by being young.

Just as I felt a chill down my spine because of this, the crowd let out an exclamation, and I subconsciously raised my head and watched the girl fall down from the sky, and the firefighter on the roof tried to reach out and grab her, but after all, it was a little bit close.

When the girl jumped off the building, she staggered the life-saving air cushion at the bottom of the building, a life that was originally alive... And just like that, it passed away.

I didn't dare to look at her body, not scared, but sad and sympathetic, I don't know what she had gone through before she finally decided to die, but when I think about it, it must have been suffocating despair.

Just as I was about to leave with a heavy heart, something fell into the bushes beside me, and for some reason, I rummaged through it, and it was a necklace, a necklace that had been broken and barely glued together with duct tape, and there was a picture of it torn into several pieces, although the photo was destroyed, but at least I could see that it should be, a picture of her mother...

The police department sent quite a few people to investigate the incident, and her family situation and the school bullying were also dug up.

His father died in an accident, his mother died of illness, and he was tormented by staying with relatives.

At school, she was bullied by the daughter of a school leader, and until today, she finally broke down...

Maybe that necklace was the last straw that broke the camel's back, or maybe she gave up completely when she saw the bad words of the lively crowd, but no matter what, she finally chose to die and end everything.

What I didn't expect was that this kind of bad incident, which I thought would be dealt with seriously, ended up being over, the teacher warned everyone not to talk nonsense, and the police in charge of this case also unknowingly stopped investigating, it seemed that someone had suppressed this matter, and the broken necklace was left in my hand.

What did her death pay for?, I thought silently in the library.

No, nothing was gained.

The terrible thing is that a person's death can be buried so lightly, which makes me doubt the reality of this world.

I was shaken, maybe it was because the circumstances I grew up in were so beautiful that I thought the world was also beautiful, but after experiencing all this firsthand, I was no longer so sure.

My parents taught me that reality might not be as rosy as a fairy tale, but as a young child at the time, I naturally couldn't understand it.

Children prefer to believe in beautiful fantasies rather than cold realities unless they see it with their own eyes.

Since then, I've learned to disguise, to smile and pretend to be friendly, silently examining everyone's true colors and discerning who can be friends and who should be used to deal with them.

I seem... I understood a part of society prematurely, but it didn't hurt me, did it?

A week after that incident, I came home from vacation and told my parents about it, and I took out the necklace to show them.

Obviously, my parents are a little distressed by my premature understanding of reality, and children of my age should live carefree lives and should not understand the truth so quickly. But they can only warn me to be cautious, not to be deceived, and not to be bullied by others.

I don't think it's a bad thing, one day I'm going to face the sinister of this society, I just saw it all before my peers.

Perhaps, it will be a little tired.

After inquiring, I learned that the funeral home where the girl slept was with my grandparents, so on the day of the Chung Yeung Festival, after giving flowers to my grandparents, I lied that I had come to lay flowers on behalf of her relatives and got the key to her locker.

Ironically, when I opened it, I found that the locker where her urn was stored was a small paper crane in addition to her urn.

It seems that no one cares about her death except the owner of this thousand paper cranes.

I offered a bouquet of chrysanthemums and placed the necklace in a small box next to her urn. When I was done with all this, I closed the locker.

Hopefully she can live a less miserable life in the next life....

Actually, I don't know why I'm here to mourn someone who is a complete stranger to me.

Maybe...... , just out of sympathy.

"Well, may I ask who you are?"

a girl's voice sounded behind me, and I turned around to see a girl in a white dress, who looked to be the same age as me.

I looked at her and said, "Are you here to mourn her?"

she nodded, and then asked with confusion, "I haven't met you, and Xia Wan hasn't mentioned that she knows a boy."

"I didn't know her, I just came to give her her back the necklace.

"Yes, no wonder I didn't find it. Anyway, thank you for coming and giving her flowers. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Shen Nan, and it's a pleasure to meet you. "

My name is Nightstar. "

Night, Chen, Star..."Shen Nan muttered to himself, as if he was memorizing the name.

"If it's okay, I'll go first. "

Ah, okay, goodbye. "

After saying goodbye to this girl named Shen Nan, I left the funeral home and took a taxi home.

Sitting in the taxi, I looked out the window at the rapid reversing scene, and for no reason I felt a little relieved that the girl had at least cared about her.

As a stranger, I was just passing by, and this tragedy was very close and far away, perhaps because Pisces is naturally more sensitive, and I didn't feel overly sad for a stranger.

How do I know that nothing will happen to me in my future

life that will make me sad? When my parents are old and they die, I will feel sorry for them, but I will live the rest of my life with the instructions they gave me, I don't want to think how wonderful my life is, I just hope that it is not too bumpy.

...... Unfortunately, God doesn't seem to hear my prayers.

Even such a simple wish has become a luxury...