quiet.

silence.

Deadly silence.

It’s not that no one is willing to accompany him, but that he wants to walk through this moment quietly.

He was lying quietly on the bed as if he was just staring at the ceiling, no, that was a memory, a memory of his life...

My memories when I was a child seemed to be blurry, but I still vaguely remembered the young face of my father and mother... I remembered that I casually held my fingers and poked them...

I couldn't remember the memories of my childhood, but I felt like I could still remember my aloud reading sound... I still remember my close friend who I had not seen after separation...

I don’t seem to have much memory when I was in school. It seems that there are exercises and homework in my memory... But in a trance, I still remember my proud and proud expression when I was ranked among the top grades...

When the college entrance examination was completed, I seemed to be cursing something... But when the notice from that second-rate university came, I seemed to be so ecstatic...

The days of youthful joy in college were so beautiful... and the first love as bright as summer flowers...

The confused and proud mood when I first left society is still worth remembering... and the heart-wrenching pain when I was heartbreaking still feels vaguely...

The depression of work has gradually become confused... Is it necessary to spend my life in constant work and work...

The pressure of life is gradually oppressing myself, and even the gentleness of my wife after marriage cannot relieve a trace of pain... I have long disappeared...

The death of parents makes me feel pain... The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to support his parents but he does not wait...

The burden of the family, the future of the children... everything makes you dare not complain anymore...

...

...

Time flies, life is endless, and life span is counted.

Finally, I was lying here and savoring the moment of my life alone.

What is the most common thing in my memory? It seems to be studying... it is work...

What besides these? What else...

His name is Xiao Yao, but his life is not free, just like a million names without millions.

"In a person's life... there is less joy... there is more sorrow... if there is a next life... I just want to be free and carefree... If there is a next life... I just want to be free and carefree..."

The next moment, there was silence...
Chapter completed!