As night falls, the noisy streets become quiet, tired people no longer come out, the room gradually lights up with candles, the breeze blows the windows, the heavy body feels extremely relaxed, and the darkness makes people fall asleep quickly.
brush!
A mouse crossed the threshold, looked up and ran towards a room. He climbed up the pillar and looked down. There was a young man sitting at the table and reading a book. Under the young man's left foot was a bucket of clear oil.
Very excited.
The mouse slowly walked down the pillar, hoping to steal the oil while the boy was not paying attention. However, before he could reach it, he was frightened by a figure and stopped running out of the house with a wild scream.
This figure was standing behind the young man, but the young man didn't know it. He was just looking at the book in his hand and thinking. Through the firelight, the young man gradually revealed that he was young, had an honest face, wore white clothes, was slightly fat, and had beautiful features.
People feel very smart.
brush!
The young man suddenly frowned, put down the book and slapped himself in the face. He became more and more angry, tore the book into pieces, punched the wall again, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
The young man's face was red, and there were tears in his eyes. He looked very irritable. He punched himself several times and said angrily: "Why do you force me?" Then he cried: "Why am I such a waste!"
The boy laughs and cries sometimes, gets angry sometimes and is quiet. If others look at it and are frightened half to death, he stands up again, eats the torn paper into his stomach, and sighs: "Maybe I was born meaningless! I only live for a long time.
It will add to your troubles and will only disappoint you! Father, I have not lived the way you desire! Mother, I am in pain, I am so scared! I don’t know how to face you, let alone how to face others!”
brush!
The young man sat down slowly and looked at the candlelight, feeling increasingly sad. He was full of memories. Many people regarded him as an alien. He did not talk to others and kept to himself. He even studied alone. He was filled with emotions and sadness suddenly emerged.
He said in despair: "I, Zan Mengqi, shouldn't live in this world! I shouldn't have any friends. My life is just a joke. I will only embarrass my parents and make others talk! My family is poor, and I am not popular even when I study!
I am doing nothing, and I always force a smile when I talk to people! There are not so many good people in this world, and there are not so many stories. My life is superfluous. I feel sorry for my family and my expectations. I am so lonely and helpless, as if everything is meaningless!"
Zan Mengqi cried, curled up and squatting in the corner. No one knew the pain he experienced and the sadness in his heart. Only the candlelight could see it clearly. In the world, Zan Mengqi was just one of them. He was so smart in his good years.
People have such a bad side, how many people would be surprised if word spread!
Zan Mengqi is a scholar in the ancient town. His family was poor since he was a child. His parents died early. He read and wrote by himself, looking for teachers. However, fate manipulated people. Because of his family background, he was disliked by others. In the end, he couldn't extricate himself from it! Whenever he wanted to change his destiny
I was always ruthlessly crushed, and from then on I became indecisive, autistic and irritable, sometimes had thoughts of committing suicide, and started to become depressed.
Many people regard him as a joke, but only one person regards him as a treasure and is standing aside happily looking at him, hoping that he can continue like this and it is best to be close to death.
Zan Mengqi couldn't see him. As the moonlight dissipated, this man loomed, with green eyes, blue hair, a crooked mouth, a rotten nose and black eye circles, red ears, a red neck and blue arms, a red upper body and purple trousers, and his tongue was twisting and uttering gibberish.
A black heart emerges to instigate human life, a "depressed ghost" is placed on the waist, and thousands of men and women escape.
brush!
The depressed ghost moved and shook his hand towards Zan Mengqi. The surrounding atmosphere became lively. Zan Mengqi stopped crying and saw a young man standing in front of him. He felt completely ashamed.
"Are you here to see my joke?" Zan Mengqi lowered his head.
"Mengqi, I am your friend, how come I come to see your jokes?" the depressed man asked.
Zan Mengqi raised his head slightly. He was a little panicked because of his introversion. Others regarded him as a joke. No one regarded him as a friend, so he said: "How can I have friends!"
The depressed ghost said: "Mengqi, you have friends, but you haven't noticed me! I have always been by your side, but you are very serious about yourself. I tried to talk to you several times but couldn't find the chance. Now it's better.
I can talk to you now."
"But I don't know you!" Zan Mengqi was confused.
"I know you will say this. Introverts always doubt what is right or wrong. I understand your heart because I am your friend. You have been so heartbroken that you have lost yourself, and you don't even know the people around you.
I want to believe it, but if you believe me, I am really your friend."
"Are you really my friend?"
"Mengqi, my name is Lianxin. I am by your side, but you do not belong to this world. You should be a cheerful and lively young man, living a happy and happy life. Your parents are proud of you, and so are you.
It’s time to get back to reality.”
"Isn't this reality?" Zan Mengqi longed for the answer.
The depressed ghost laughed wildly in his heart and pretended to say: "Mengqi, believe me, this is just a dream of yours, and I am here to take you back. Your parents are waiting for you, and many of your friends are waiting for you."
, I also long for you to come back, my friend, wake up!"
Zan Mengqi was a little confused in his heart, and he also accepted the words of the depressed ghost. How much he hoped that this was a dream. Maybe it would not be like this when he returned to reality. The fire in his heart gradually burned, and the lost confidence came back, so he said: "How should I follow
Are you going back?"
The depressed ghost was overjoyed and excitedly took out a red rope from his waist and handed it to him, saying: "Mengqi, you can use this rope to strangle your neck and pull it hard and you can go back with me."
"Really?"
"You have to believe me."
Zan Mengqi took the rope and put it around his neck, smiled at the depressed ghost, and began to pull hard with both hands. He felt out of breath and one step away from death.
brush!
"Enlightened! Child!"
The depressed ghost was about to succeed, but unexpectedly the door of the house was kicked open. The shocked depressed ghost disappeared instantly, and the two people immediately stopped Zan Mengqi's actions.
"My son, why are you so stupid!" the man sighed.
"God, what evil has our Zan family done that makes my son so troubled?" The woman held Zan Mengqi in her arms with an indignant look on her face.
Zan Mengqi foamed at the mouth and fainted instantly.