Chapter 115 Chapter 115: Silent together and sinking together

Baihu XJ said: Sometimes seeing the coming and going in life is like a sky light, lost in the whiteness of the years.So I always used to take out those memories and read them over and over again on a certain clear day, looking at the direction where the setting sun disappeared, seeing that our clear loneliness had been closed on another hill. I don’t know if people are nostalgic animals, but when I was walking on the streets of bustling Shanghai, I began to miss my life in my hometown instead.I don't like to hear some Shanghainese comment in an article or on the website in an arrogant tone, saying how hypocritical I am when I look at the sky, because Shanghai will never have a clear sky.But they don't know that when I came to Shanghai, I hardly looked up to see what kind of sky was above my head.

That day I was bored on the plane flipping through those gossip magazines and saw an interview with Ah Mei. Ah Mei said that as a country kid, although others were full of curiosity or wondered about us, they always lacked respect. In the big city, I couldn't find anyone I could trust, and the people around me went around, but I was always lonely. I looked out the glass window, those floating clouds, all the time, all the time, didn't speak.I think they have forgotten, or like this endless silence. After I got off the plane, I sent these words to Hansey, and he texted back, ah, my dear Ah Mei Dian. Hansey likes Zhang Huimei very much, and I do the same. Every time I hear her sing "I have been brave for too long and decided to live for you alone", I feel very sad in my throat.

I have thought countless times about how I am living.Live in the imagination of others, or live in your own freedom.In the past, I always didn't like my parents to arrange everything for me in the future, but when one day, my parents had already smiled and said to me "as long as you like it", I suddenly felt sad.Seeing my mother's gray hair is sadder than seeing anything.Many times I have a dream. In the dream, I was only seven or eight years old. At that time, my mother led me and walked in those old alleys. I went to class and my mother went to work.In fact, it is a kind of happiness to have someone else arrange your life, just like not having to think, it is also a kind of happiness.When I can already smile and say to the reporter that I feel the happiest thing is to sleep, who can tell me how many angels in the sky are silent together?

This kind of life is not heavy, at most there is confusion.And those black heaviness that walks through the hall every night will never appear. Silent October is a mottled dream of solitary joy in the unknown. Silent October is a mottled dream. October is a dream. Those stories sleeping in my head finally came to a complete end this month.I showed the finished novel to Henhen, and Henchen said that it was like going through a storm.Those people who were familiar with us and thought they really lived in our lives suddenly disappeared like the last sunshine in October, in a certain morning, in a certain light blue sky, they suddenly disappeared.The trajectory of their life, the sadness and joy they once spread out, are like the snow falling into the withered yellow tall grass, melting silently into the black soil.From now on, be silent with the earth.sank together.