The girl lay quietly on the bed, and what she saw with her eyes was the snow-white ceiling of the hospital, and the bursts of fluorescence coming from the magic potion along her arms. A huge sense of helplessness and grief attacked her all the time. A scene happened half a month ago.
The accident made her taste the harshness of the world, and she also experienced what it means to be ruthless and unjust.
Every time I am cared for, asked by a patient, or asked by a doctor, I can only feel sad. I look at others who are sick in bed with envy. There are people around to ask for help. There are people who are so worried that they cannot sleep.
Dude, everything is too small. But I don’t know where the person I rely on is, my pale greetings are so light and indifferent, the courtesy visits from friends, and the routine visits from partners are all superficial and perfunctory. p>
Night owls were circling around the dim street lamps, and Rikka was sitting under the patio, sipping tea. The cold wind was blowing in the night, and the girl's figure stood quietly by the window of the building.
Half a year after she recovered from her injury, she came to this strange world of ice and snow alone and lived alone in the alley in the west of Qunzhai.
The slender arms slowly raised, and the half-hidden curtains could not hide the moonlight. The cold whiteness instantly covered the whole body, and along with the sad melody in the mind, endless melancholy poured out.
Holding the almost extinguished cigarette between her fingers of ice and jade bones, the girl recalled the past few years and thought of those irretrievable things. Even though there is too much reluctance and attachment, it is of no use now. Maybe what is lost is
Destined not to have it again, too many memories will only increase the sadness in the heart.
The people we can most rely on when we are in trouble are also the people we are most likely to ignore when we are proud, such as spare tires, parents, and kind but not excellent friends. And those who treat us like the plague are like shadows in the night, appearing at any time.
They are all likely to disappear and leave. Only when people are at their most vulnerable can they understand what it means to be touched, and only when they are most isolated and helpless can they know how to cherish.
As for spare tires. If possible, everyone wants someone to help them uncork the wine bottle; if possible, everyone wants someone to pick out the coriander from the dish; if possible, everyone wants someone to pick them up after get off work. If you work overtime, someone will bring you supper; if possible, everyone would like someone to help carry their bags when shopping, and someone to accompany them when they are worried.
But most of these are privileges only for beauties, and beauties have always been a rare group at the top of the love food chain. For some men, it is a delicacy that they are willing to risk their lives to get.
Don’t eat coriander, don’t eat folded ears, don’t eat cauliflower, don’t eat Houttuynia cordata, don’t eat hot and sour noodles. I don’t like food with too strong flavor, and I don’t like food without taste. Similar requirements are for the “privileged” people
It is commonplace, and most people will take it for granted and never know how to be grateful.
But feelings are like a scale. Only when each other pays the same amount can the balance be maintained. The spare tire is always giving, just like the warm man in the bard's mouth. Although it looks harmless on the surface,
But he spoiled one after another, even turning slightly ironic words into full of praise.
As far as parents are concerned, at first we were like a hedgehog, huddled in a dark corner, guarding our position tightly and not allowing anyone to get closer. Then we gradually turned into an ostrich, digging our heads deep into the
inserted into the soil, thinking that the defense was perfect, but in fact it was full of loopholes.
Then we become a migratory bird that refuses to migrate, using the humblest strength and the humblest attitude to covet the past that we are never willing to let go of, and finally transform into a despicable mosquito and fly that only cares about sucking blood, acting unscrupulously.
The ground clings to our parents' bodies, and we eat happily without fear. But our parents still can't bear to slap us to death, just because our blood is flowing in our bodies.
With less money and less care, staying close to home, with a lazy mind and a light body, no one cares about the title of nobility, and parents take care of big things and small things. This is how we live shamelessly, asking for things humblely and selfishly. Many people forget about their father when they hold their heads high.
After a lot of hard work, many people are well-dressed and behave like dogs, forgetting their mother's instructions, and how many people have exhausted their parents' coffins while having fun with their friends.
However, when we realize that our parents seem to be really old, they have always been giving silently. They will be happy because of our happiness, and even sad because of our sadness. For those of us who have just stepped out of the hospital and are still very immature,
It is said that parents often feel depressed due to unsatisfactory work, or they have not contacted their parents for many days, so parents will write letters to express their condolences, for fear that their children will be wronged.
But as time goes by, the thick and tough bodies of the parents gradually become bent and shrunk, as if a gust of wind can blow them down. They are no longer strong, no longer majestic, and will habitually look at the faces of their children, just like in the principality.
Apprentices in front of the college tutor. Only then did we realize that we had already unknowingly passed through the age of ignorance and the years of coquettishness in the arms of our parents.
Parents try their best to leave the best to us. Now that our parents have reached the age of hearing, it is natural for us to become their support. What’s more, all we have to do is to pay more attention to the clothes in the change of seasons.
Shoes and socks, companionship and care when sick, that's all.
For friends who are kind but not outstanding, many years later, we have already been covered with scars, we have adapted to intrigues somewhere, and we have seen too many human relationships. Having experienced many things, we naturally
It's easy to see, but sometimes you still feel at a loss, especially when faced with that kind of indifference and indifference, which makes people fall into a quagmire of anger and powerlessness.
Saint Joshua once said that friends gained through wine and food will become passers-by in a blink of an eye when the wine bottles are empty; as soon as a winter cloud appears, these flying insects have already disappeared without knowing where to go.
The so-called true friend is the one who shares happiness with us when we are happy, who doubles our happiness when we are happy, who resolves difficulties when we are in trouble, who greets and accompanies us when we are lonely, and who encourages us when we are down.
The friendship of calling each other brothers and sisters at the wine table, exchanging glasses of wine, and hugging each other when things are going well is not true friendship. However, the kind words of advice that are harsh to our ears when we are at the peak of our lives, when we are most proud, or the words of concern that we give when we are down.
, is the testimony of friendship. Because true friendship will not deteriorate due to fame and fortune, let alone fall apart in times of difficulty.
However, profit comes first and the world of materialistic desires is such a reality. All we can do is to seek happiness for ourselves. No one understands the truth that "all snakes are cold and all fish are fishy". To live a good life, you need to focus on
In the future, work hard to make yourself live a better life; if your life is just enough, you will naturally develop in a better direction; and if you have problems with food and clothing, you will not be able to take care of others.
The silver moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, and the girl's slightly lame back became more and more lonely. Perhaps only when a person becomes a dog, will he care about the bone discarded on the roadside, and when the spring breeze is triumphant, his ambition will expand.
At that time, that bone was just for satisfying selfish desires.
Rikka stood coldly across the street. The dim lights lengthened her figure, but could not reflect her face. The spotless snow bear skin robe danced slightly, and the creaking sound gradually faded away.