Chapter 116 Chapter 116: How are you?I'm very good

Who said that lazy days, once gone, never come back, the No. 16 bus, from the wheat field to the steel, those jingling songs, I remember, I can't sing. When the leaves turn yellow, they will fall off. When the wind blows, they will not find them. When the sun is tired, they will fall asleep. The moon will be left to wait for the dawn. Winter is coming, I feel cold, the water stops flowing, you are gone, the music is playing, it makes me cry, my heart is lost, does it still hurt? Ding Wei's cruel nursery rhyme.winter is here. Recently, I always find so many nursery rhymes, so many nursery rhymes that make people feel cruel.I used to feel that the innocence of childhood was far away from me, but now I find that we are actually learning to be sad since we were young.

I have always felt that I am an aging person, but time forgot to give me wrinkles and forgot to give me gray hair.Everyone can see my young face but not my desolate heart.Standing on the cliff with pockets in it, looking at the infinitely falling into the infinitely bright blue sky, black and red lava surged in his chest. A stranger texted me.He asked me, Siwei, are you still standing under the sun? It’s already snowing here.It seems that snow can be seen just after summer.It turned out that winter came unknowingly. Qinglong Henhen said: I look at you smiling, silent, proud, and lost just like now, so I am happy with you and sad with you, but I am always standing in the present while you stay in the past forever.

"People laugh at me as a wild child who can't be controlled, and I don't even mind not being happy." I've stood for too long and talked for too long and I'm tired, why don't you understand?I've written too much and I've written for too long and I'm tired, why don't you understand? I have always wanted others to know my feelings, those heavy, unspeakable sadness and desolation.However, how can I draw all my life wheels for you on shallow paper?How can I make you understand?Forget it, forget it, whether you think I am a farce, or you think I am happiness, close the door, each has its own happiness or tears.

It is almost always in the early morning when I write.I spent many early mornings writing in my room until I could almost see dawn.In the middle of the night, I feel a little cold and get up to turn off the air conditioner. The moon in summer is very beautiful, I regret that I have never seen it. Sometimes I go out to the 24-hour convenience store to buy things. I was alone in an empty supermarket.Footsteps echoed empty under the fluorescent light. Like a story with no beginning and no end. Writing the ending has always been my biggest headache.The originally planned plot was that Gu Xiaobei died and Lin Lan and Lu Xu were together.But it was guessed by many people, so the ending had to be changed.But after changing it, even I feel too sad when I read it.Those characters who had appeared in the past all dispersed like a cloud of smoke.The day after I finished writing, I told Hen that I had finished writing the ending.Henhen said, I just watched the ending of "Doraemon" online.The story that accompanied me almost from childhood to adolescence to the present ended suddenly.I feel sad.Why do things always have an ending?

In fact, I used to have a very ridiculous dream.That is, I want to continue the serialization. After a long time, after a long time, those children who read it at the beginning have grown up, and those people in the series have also grown old, as if they have experienced a double life.endless. But this is just a dream.It's beautiful, but it can't be realized.This is the cruelest part of dreams. From a long time ago, I liked to sit on the chair at the bus stop, read the newspaper lazily, and watched the cars drive past me, countless people gathered around me, and then And left violently.Until my own car came too, and then I got up and took my own story with me.

This habit has been brought to Shanghai by me.Shanghai has rich tree shade.I stood under the shade of the tree, looking up at the fine sunlight.I think life is good.everything is fine.I only owe trouble. I am a person who likes to watch falling snow. I like the feeling of standing on the empty black land and watching the snow cover the whole world bit by bit.Just like what XJ said, she said, countless blizzards fell on my eyebrows, and I knew they would scatter in some corner of my body.Once I gave you an infinite escape until you panicked.Panic will not see me.It turns out that you can learn to miss.When I finally forgot how to miss you.

I like the snow in Otaru.Clean and not polluted.In my memory, Fujii rode a bicycle through patches of snow.She was wearing thick clothes and a thick scarf.Shuttle in the thoughts of a man who will never change until his death.But this kind of longing can only be understood at the end.We are waiting for each other, and the white hair is still waiting.But still no match for the palm prints of time.Turn your hands into clouds, and turn your hands into rain.When humble people stand under the great sky, they must be able to hear a huge roar.Finally, death comes to end all mottled performances. Fujii tree shouted to the end of the snow, how are you?I'm very good.

Fujii replied, I am fine.Are you OK?