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Chapter 47 Red Sleeves, Red Sleeves, Tears

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    Besides, he withered like a dead wood and rusted like scrap iron.  Sitting in the classroom, he had nothing but silence.

    People don't understand why this child is so lonely, and he can't learn well by squatting in the classroom every day.  Don't speak, don't laugh and don't cry, a dull person.  He was very bitter. People didn't understand him, let alone want to understand him, and annoyed him even more.

    Once he speaks, he is irritable.  Mood-changing, a grotesque¡ªwhat is he: a figure of tragedy.  He is finished!

    A tragic character is destined to be lonely.  Loneliness makes him more tragic, but in his view, it is tragic.

    On the playground, after the gymnastics training, free activities, the team dispersed.  Boys play football on the lawn together with girls, leaving him alone to stand in place. In the empty playground, he is a benchmark. On the sea, he may be able to act as a lighthouse, and it is still somewhat useful.  He stood, feeling humbled and humiliated.  He couldn't complain when he was suffering, and it was meaningless to stand for a long time.

    It's cool under the willow tree at the railing.

    In summer, the high temperature will squeeze the oil out of people, roast the flesh, and make the spirit sleepy.  He holds the railing in his hand, it is covered with dust, he doesn't care, the weeds in his mind are spreading wildly, does he still care about this?

    ? Drowsy one after another, arched vigorously, eyelids pulled and raised suddenly.  Slowly pull it down again.  He simply sat down, leaning his back against the railing, on the concrete floor.  The heat immediately climbed up, and he couldn't bear the drowsiness. It had been a long time, and he didn't sleep well at night.

    Surrounding sounds: boys yelling, football being kicked and beaten, muffled sounds, girls' laughter, birds chirping, willow branches being blown up by the wind, car horns  ¡¤¡¤Circle, surround, he thinks of the geography he learned in primary school, the earth revolves around the sun, the moon revolves around the earth, he is the earth, and suddenly he is the moon, turning, turning, turning in the free and uncontrollable universe  ¡¤¡¤¡¤

    When he woke up, his eyes were already red and swollen, and he lacked sleep for a long time. Once he was rested, all the fatigue appeared, and when he was baked by the high-temperature ground, the fatigue intensified.

    The sun is too strong, and the strong light makes the earth dazzling.  Trying to open his eyes, his eyes hurt, and his tears flowed out quickly.  The tears were hot, rolled down the cheeks, slightly scalded, and ironed the skin.

    If Yang Yue was here, or Xiaoyun was here, he would not be so lonely.  How much he wished that they hadn't left him, as long as one of them was by his side.  He buried his head in his embraced arms, tears streaming down his face.

    When the world is not happy with him, he can only find it by himself.

    At that time, there was only one place where he could get spiritual comfort: the Red Sleeve Bookstore.  That one can sell villain paintings, sell the four major classics, sell all kinds of chicken soup for the soul, and sell some books with beautiful girls in simple clothes.

    Only when he is in the Red Sleeve Bookstore, holding his beloved books, can he get a trace of living spiritual comfort and breathe the fresh air of living.

    Why are people born and what they are born for; why do people have sorrows, why happiness is hard-won; why do people suffer so much inner suffering, and why do they have to suffer emotionally.

    In the sea of ??books, he wandered alone for a long time, and gradually understood that what people are born for is nothing more than the word "temperament".  Most of the men are the former, and most of the women are the latter.  And indecisive men will involve more of the latter, such as him¡ªa big boy who is deeply saddened by infatuation!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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