Once Upon a Time There Was a Story

In fact, it is difficult for people to read this kind of books, after all, they don't have the excitement of similar books. But it's really a coincidence. I just ran out of books and wanted to catch up on the rest of Lingjian Mountain I had read before. Then I searched for "once upon a time" and accidentally saw this book. At first, I was just curious about the title and what kind of content would be written with such a title. Then I felt like I had discovered the door to a new world. It felt like I had turned into a thief and sneaked into someone's room. I wanted to steal money. I looked around, but I only saw a diary on the table that was blown open by the wind. I couldn't help but be curious and read it under the moonlight. It's a bit like I had nothing to talk about during the epidemic, sharing my trivial matters, my happy events, and my troubles with everyone. Sometimes I would pretend to be profound and make a long point of view, and sometimes I would express my sadness without any reason. After all, I was still young and didn't know what it felt like to be sad, so I would always delete those unnecessary moaning posts the next morning because I felt like I was good at it. But to be honest, it is very refreshing to speak out what is in my heart. Even if my words are not actually liked by many people, especially those sad contents, some of the people who like it are just some marketing accounts, but it still feels very refreshing, because subconsciously I feel that I am saying what is in my heart to someone, who is my confidant. , Listening to my pain and my joy in obscurity, he will laugh for me, he will cry for me, even if that person does not actually exist, but all I want is the spiritual comfort, because I found that there are some things that I can say casually when I was a child, but when I grow up, I have to start thinking about what can be said and what cannot be said. But on the other hand, I'm looking forward to growing up, not only because it's damn anti-addiction, but also because this way I can get a summer job. Growing up, I've always envied others for spending a lot of money on their favorite games, but I was embarrassed to ask for money shamelessly, even though I knew that as long as I asked for it, they would definitely give it to me. But after all, I am not practical and spend my parents' money to waste my time. I always feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, my mother's friend opened a restaurant during the summer vacation, and I happened to go to help. Although I only served the dishes and cleared the tables at night after finishing the work during the day, I heard that I would still be given some wages at the end of August. During those days of helping, I also met many types of people. I met one table who looked down upon others, and there were a lot of cigarette ashes and beer bottles on the floor after eating. There were five tables where customers said "thank you" when the food was served, and three tables where I was curious. It's easy to explain but I can only remember so much. Sometimes I even think about quitting studying and just come to work. Work is so easy and I don't have to use my brain too much to remember things, what kind of food it is, and which table it should be served to. I can do it with ease within a week, and I don't have to struggle every day like English. I really hope that I can go to the third year of high school soon, so that I can experience the happiness of studying science all day long. "It's getting late," the thief thought. He quietly closed the diary and walked cautiously toward the window. Just as he stepped on the window sill with one foot, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something. "Money? Oh, no, it's better for me to do something more meaningful." He walked to the table again, and looked for money in the dim moonlight before the moon was swallowed up by the horizon. When he got a sticky note, he wrote, "Good morning. I hope your worries have gone away with your dreams. Don't force yourself. No matter you are poor or not, happiness is the same. No matter how bad today is, the dawn will rise tomorrow." The thief tore three sticky notes in a row before he could write these words. He frowned and thought it would be better to write smaller words in the future.

It's really amazing that I can hold on for so long.

I'm glad to meet your words in the vast sea of people Also let me see your emotions, both big and small. I also watch you slowly become stronger and happier. Slowly it seems like you are becoming a very familiar friend. The real world is too painful I hope you can find a little peace of mind in the virtual corner Listening to the rain at the window and thinking of Jun'an You don't need to rack your brains to think No need to talk so much about it Just tell me and I'll listen Come on I hope you will be strong in heart one day