Let's tell the story of another man today.
He will be synonymous with our long conversations in the future. Because there are too many of these people in life.
This is most likely called an emotional lazy cancer patient.
Today's protagonist is a lonely man who left his hometown eight years ago and took root in a southern city. A thirty-five-year-old man who is no longer impulsive but still angry.
Angry youth is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you have no ideals.
The man was a man with a beautiful face called a belt. When he left home eight years ago, he also left behind a virtuous woman who had been newly married for only a week.
Virtuous heard it from the collapsed and sad mouth with her mother in high decibels. The night before the new marriage, the belt was extremely resistant, and his mother threatened him with the tragic attitude that he would not marry and force her to die.
With the belt looking at his mother, looking at the books scattered on the ground, he made a tragic compromise.
What is compromised is also the stubbornness of his life, the youth of his romantic feelings.
The night was long and tragic. The fierce, bloody heart was cut open, and it was allowed to tick and flow to the unknown place.
The belt was only able to look at the woman in the gap between bending down to clean up the study. The body shape is very ordinary, the appearance is also the same, a pair of thick lips dotted on the ordinary face, at a glance to the front of the blunt feeling. People are also timid nono, always lowering their eyes. But the hands and feet are busy.
With the belt in the mind to think, is a virtuous woman.
But how far away she was from the ideal partner in her heart. Two people on different tracks are forcibly twisted together, and there is nothing more desperate in this world.
A month after the marriage, he resolutely stepped on the train to the south.
He resigned from his mother, and resigned from this woman who had been married to the door for a few days but had never looked closely.
Some people say that the road of life is long and winding. Some people choose to continue to crawl forward on the original track, some people choose to put the place of death and run to the life they yearn for, what they don't know, behind them is an invisible backwater battle.
With a slight bitterness, I said that in fact, I made up this sentence myself.
Belt said that the woman he was most sorry for was this woman. He mistook her youth, her beautiful yearning for life.
If we can, let's be alone for life.
May you be well, friend.