Chapter 339: The Harbor of Escape

'She once had sex with that man for three years. Three years! '

I have been reminding myself of the loneliness in my heart. As the Chinese New Year is about to come, I am walking in a remote and uninhabited suburb. The dark light of the evening falls on the horizon, and the cold wind hits me. It makes me feel that the world has been so rude to me.

When he woke up, his brain was drowsy, and most of the consciousness in his head was still in his dream. How lonely he must be to wake up and look at this: in this pitch black world, only the street lights outside pass through. After walking around the forest, the semi-transparent glass that could not be wiped off fell on the outer layer of ground glass and the inner layer, falling into the already dark and murky strands of the room.

The memory of the previous moment in my mind seems to be deeply imprinted in my mind at this moment, making my mouth and tongue so dry that I can’t breathe, but my body My tiredness told me again that I really didn’t want to get up,

He glanced at the woman lying beside her, her appearance was also blurry, and he still sneered: "What's the difference between sleeping for one year and sleeping for three years."

That nightmare bothered him several times. When he woke up, he found that the reality was like this. The sadness in his heart did not ease at all. Thinking about everything that happened in this world, he could no longer There was no trace of sleep, and I was thinking desperately,

Obviously there are still heavy things to do tomorrow that don't make the soul feel any happiness, but he still has to think about things that make the soul collapse.

He had to accept his fate. He was already trapped in the shackles of life. He didn't see any openings through which he could escape through hard work.

When the light from the misty sky came in from outside, the discomfort in his heart almost reached its extreme at this moment.

I took a look at the time: 6:11, from 4:34 to now. I was already overwhelmed by my consciousness, as if I had just escaped from a day's work. In the blink of an eye, I realized that this was just the beginning.

When I got up to drink water and breathe, Qihui moved and turned over.

"Hey! I'm so tired." I took a breath and felt a lot more comfortable. I couldn't see the future, but I was just enduring the time.

Instead, the cold wind outside the window calmed his consciousness.

As soon as the feeling of fatigue came over, he found that the small space under the quilt was a very warm place.

I sat by the water ditch at the entrance of the vegetable garden. All the reed fields in this area were cut down this season. I stood on the higher ground in the reed field and read this book called "College Students' Reading". The book is placed on the grass in front of me. I feel that the wind here can easily calm my mood.

From the time I can remember, the thatched hut next to me became the place where my grandfather lived.

However, more than ten or twenty years have passed, and Grandpa has long since turned into a handful of dust. It is still there, but the roof of the small thatched house has long since turned black and the thatch has been lifted from the middle. When we got inside, the rotten wood that supported it fell horizontally, vertically, or vertically in the small room.

In such a small space, the height of the roof doesn't even reach the top of his head when he stands up.

He imagined the midsummer, autumn and winter he spent here,

While I was concentrating on the knowledge in my books, several students wearing Lin County Middle School uniforms walked past me on the path next to the garden.

When I looked out of the hut towards the old road where my house was, I saw a long queue of students extending from the front of my second uncle's house.

The familiar dark cyan geometric stripes paired with the printed white patterns,

These students are several years younger than him,

When they pass by here, many students will look towards me.

I just thought, in this ordinary middle school in a remote place like my hometown, only a small number of people can go to college. When some students see the words in the book in front of me, even I feel a little narcissistic. If they feel that they are an excellent senior who is worth learning from, they will have some different sense of pride in their hearts.

I felt that it had been a long time since I had felt like this before I would have such thoughts when I looked at these students more than once.

A young long dragon stretches into the distance on this path. The wanton freedom makes me even immersed in this landscape and feel the beauty of their youth for a long time.