No matter how many stories describe how many special people, ordinary and mediocre people still account for the majority, and among this group of people, there will occasionally be a few protagonists who are called ordinary but stand out, making the ordinary people who play mass roles even more vulgar.
Ian just had a deeper impression of a mediocre person.
Ian analyzed the man thoughtfully.
Watch him with a bad name trying to live a smooth life, with neither good nor bad qualifications; watch him worry about ordinary things, watch him work hard on extraordinary things, watch him fail in a way that is all too common, watch him finally want to become special Only after seeing other people did he fully understand that extraordinary people could never belong to ordinary people like him; from beginning to end, his life was as dull and boring as reading a secular novel. Sometimes it looked like a stormy sea, but it was just a small wave that did not make too many waves.
Ian can easily find more ordinary people like that person, and just put him in the crowd and he will never find that person again.
"Everyone has a black hole, and he also has a bottomless black hole; he is too ordinary." Ian said to his friend.
"It's ordinary, but you must not understand! If you break in rashly, even you will be crushed." A friend with silver hair and silver eyes from an ancient race warned. "Ordinary means inconspicuous and extraordinary."
"Yes, I know very well that ordinary people are the hands and feet that push the world forward." Ian replied. For a moment, he couldn't help twisting his hands, clenching them into fists and then letting go, as if expecting something.
"Can I reach in and find the ordinary things that belong to me?"