The lights on the street shone through the window into the room on the third floor. Jiang Xun silently leaned on the back of the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

Faint sounds of joy and laughter kept coming from downstairs, but here she was in silence with only the remaining light from the lights outside the window.

"Mother seems to be very happy...also, if I don't make her angry, she will naturally be very happy."

Jiang Xun's head lowered even lower, his pale hands suddenly clenched the quilt, and he wanted to get up, but because his body was too weak, he fell to the ground. Jiang Xun punched the ground, and his whole body seemed to be shaking, deeply

Keep your head down.

In my ears, I could still hear the laughter and laughter from below.

Long time, long time, long time.

Jiang Xun's mood seemed to calm down, and he just sat on the ground leaning on the bed, raised his head, and slowly looked at the sky outside the window.

The flying bird flies over the lonely moon and disappears into the distance.

Jiang Xun suddenly smiled: "Isn't it this way since childhood, Jiang Xun?"

My body is a bit weaker than last year.

Jiang Xun felt it clearly.

"Why are you sitting on the ground!?" At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door. Jiang Xun was stunned for a moment, and turned his head unconsciously. It turned out that it was Lin Ye who walked in with a frown.

Jiang Xun smiled casually and said, "I just want to see the moon."

"You can't sit on the ground then, get up quickly!"

Jiang Xun smiled, turned around and continued to look out the window: "I don't."

Lin Ye: "...You are so annoying!"

Jiang Xun glanced at Lin Ye out of the corner of his eye and said, "Why did you come up all of a sudden? Aren't you going to accompany your friends?"

"Auntie He is here, how can I be used?" Lin Ye also leaned on the bed and sat on the wooden floor, looking at the moonlight outside the window, with a similar feeling to Jiang Xun just now.

Jiang Xun smiled unconsciously and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, you look so melancholy. Are you worried about something?"

"What's on your mind? Who doesn't have something on their mind?"

"Hahaha, I thought a genius like Senior Brother Zhao wouldn't have the troubles ordinary people like us have."

Lin Ye waved his hand: "Bullshit genius, a charlatan! I don't even know how I became a genius. Maybe I really hit a ghost."

"Really..." Jiang Xun was a little silent, and suddenly asked the question again: "Junior Brother Zhao, why did you come up suddenly?"

Lin Ye turned his head and looked at Jiang Xun, his appearance reflected in her eyes. Lin Ye quickly looked away, remained silent for a moment, and said softly: "I'm just afraid that you'll be bored up there alone."

Jiang Xun said helplessly: "This is my home, what's the point of being boring? Senior Brother Zhao, why are you more sentimental than women? I think we should change our genders."

Lin Ye just smiled and ignored Jiang Xun's sarcasm. He seemed to be minding his own business and said, "I used to be quite lonely when I was at home."

Jiang Xun: "Then you go out to play?"

"It's... more lonely outside."

Jiang Xun: "...Senior Brother Zhao, are you also sick? Dr. Ba Nian is very good. Do you want to ask him to take a look at you too?"

Lin Ye still ignored Jiang Xun and continued to mutter to himself: "At that time, every day when I went out, I always had to think about tuition and food money. I always had to think about Old Lin's illness and collect money to buy medicine. Once something happened,

Men, besides money, there is only money in your mind. You are money in the eyes of others, and they are also money in the eyes of you. If money could talk, you might not be lonely."

What did you do in the past?

Jiang Xun looked at Lin Ye in surprise and wanted to ask, but Lin Ye was still mumbling:

"After returning home, Old Man Lin is never at home. He comes back very late. I want to look for him, but I don't know where to look. He doesn't want me to know where he is, and he doesn't want me to see his embarrassment, so

——”

Lin Ye slowly lowered his head, with a complicated look in his eyes: "Every day, I sit at the door, look at the sky, count the stars, and wait for Old Man Lin to come back. Every time he comes back, he is always happy.

, whether you make money or get scammed, you will always come back happy."

"Who is Old Man Lin?" Jiang Xun asked softly, but Lin Ye didn't reply. After a while, Lin Ye suddenly shook his head and stood up: "I'm just kidding you. Do you really believe that a person as talented as me can do this?"

Short of money? Get up quickly!”

Jiang Xun shook his head helplessly, but still said stubbornly: "I don't."

Lin Ye: "...Then don't blame me!"

Lin Ye directly lowered his body and hugged Jiang Xun. Jiang Xun screamed but did not struggle: "Brother Zhao, you are acting like a hooligan!"

"Just being a hooligan!"

At this time, Luo Xuan and Su Jia had already said goodbye to He Zhixun at the door and slowly walked into the street.

Suddenly, Luo Xuan stopped and turned around to look at the third floor.

Lin Ye's figure was faintly reflected there. She stopped and looked for a long time and lowered her head.

Then she turned around, and Su Jia was standing in front, waiting for her quietly.

Luo Xuan slowly smiled and said softly: "Let's go back."

"Um."

(I love you, Li Yuran.

Even though I have almost forgotten your appearance, even if we only said one sentence from beginning to end, but...but...

This feeling, this feeling of despair, I really can't speak.

There has been no news from you for ten years. You should have fallen in love with someone else or even married. I can only silently bless you here, then lower my head and continue walking my own path.

In the past, I always thought of being able to stand out and then tell you I love you openly, but now that I have been in society for many years, I have gradually understood a lot. It turns out that there are so many helplessness and so many struggles in the world.

And what I like may never be you, but the beauty I imagine.

Nowadays, I no longer want to be known by anyone, I just want to quietly improve my world.

In this world, there is the most beautiful you in my memory.

However, I am still far from it. After writing these five hundred thousand words, I have thoroughly seen my level, whether it is a fantasy in words or myself in reality.

The beauty in dreams can never be written down and turned into reality.

I turned out to be such a lazy useless person who loved fantasy but had no practical actions. The world I wrote turned out to be so rough, pretentious, and weak.

After all, I am just an ordinary person, silently writing about my self-righteous world, a world that is slowly withering in my dreams.

Maybe my energy has been slowly polished away by society, and I no longer have the mental energy.

However, I still have to write.

I don’t know why, even though this world is very, very imperfect, I still want to write.

Because I have gradually come here, and after every word is typed, there are my feelings and my support in it. In this way, I slowly miss the beauty of the past.

My past seems to have never been beautiful, and my world has never attracted people.

As each word falls, I tell myself that I am still here.
Chapter completed!