The Black Humor I've Seen

I really like your collection of essays. From the age of 20 to 40, I can still feel resonance or be inspired at every stage. I really like that you have very simple desires and life concepts. I am now 19 years old and feel that what I want is a real and simple life and life. I don't understand why after adulthood, everyone seems to wear a mask and pretend to be worldly, as if I am too green compared to them. But I don't really care what others think of me, or what direction the world requires us to grow in. I don't quite understand what I am like, so I'm exploring that maybe my real self is a very ordinary, mediocre and boring person. But I think if I try more and experience more, I will calmly accept that I will also be very precious. I don't seem to have much expectations for this world, but I hope to live happily. I wish you can live a simple and happy life every day, and hope that everything goes well for you

Haha, don't offend the writers

It was really strange when I was a child. I was different from other children. Other children would laugh non-stop when they saw something embarrassing happening to others. I really hated it, as if I could understand the mood of the person involved, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

When I was little, I was a little crybaby. Although I cry often now, I don't cry in front of others. Some people have bad tastes and like to bully me, watch me cry, and laugh at the same time. One day, when I was walking on the road, I was stopped by a group of people who refused to let me pass and pulled my hair, so I started crying. An older brother who was somewhat related to me saw it, scolded them loudly, grabbed my hand, and ran away with me. Since that incident, that brother has been my hero. That brother had bad grades and hated studying. Before I graduated from junior high school, I went out to work with my uncle. And I have been studying in the town, and the two families are also far apart, so it is difficult to meet each other. I haven't been masked for many years, but this year I learned that my brother was at home and got married. When visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year, he greeted me. But I recognized him as his father. I used to be thin, but now I have a big belly. He used to be a handsome young man wearing a white T-shirt, but now he is wearing a gray coat and a gold chain. He said he wanted to introduce me to someone, and he said that the person's family background was good. He is right, he has worked hard in society for many years. And I didn't want to hear it. He was sophisticated and sophisticated, but I was still naive. We were at a crossroads before and he and I went in different directions. I didn't understand his maturity and sophistication, and he didn't understand my naivety.

What's sad is that as adults, no one seems to be sincere and say the right things more often. From my point of view, in fact, we don't agree with secular concepts, but most of us are not understood when we say it, so we have nothing to say later.

I still have contact with a classmate from elementary school, but I am also tired because I am the one who is rushing to find him. Even if the other person doesn't ignore me, I will still be disappointed and feel useless. I thought I couldn't survive without her. There are only a few friends in my life who I have known for so many years. But then I thought about it, and there was actually no need to contact her. Everyone has their own life, and I have my own world. Maybe she doesn't understand me as well as I thought, and I don't need her as much as I thought. It's just that I'm afraid of losing and want companionship.

Life is really shitty. I used to think that my family was ordinary and happy, so why did I always feel depressed? I always felt that my mental state had nothing to do with most of the common explanations on the market, such as the influence of my original family. Suddenly one day, I learned a lot of things that I had been kept in the dark about before, and I realized that maybe everything had already begun to take shape when I was gestating in my mother's womb. Maybe you already knew it subconsciously, but you just never explored it in reality, and maybe you just ignored the occasional doubts. Maybe a girl's sixth sense is sharp enough, but she is not sober enough. Maybe the people around you have been suppressing pain, but you don't know anything. Real life is so bloody and boring

The author is such a lovely person

At the corner of the provincial road in my town, there is a family selling fruits and drinks. Because it is a transportation hub, it earns a good income from the flow of people. However, misfortune and blessing depend on it. There are always many times a year when a car rushes into the house while I am sleeping soundly. No matter how many traffic signs are put up, it doesn't matter. Later, the government asked them to move away and made the curves less abrupt, so there were fewer accidents.

I have lived in my silly innocence for more than 20 years. When I am sad, a piece of candy can comfort me. My family treated me like a child and wouldn't tell me anything important at home. ( ??? ? ??? )