"Infinite distances and countless people are all related to me."
When I read this sentence from Lu Xun, Wei Man was in great pain because of the obstruction of her breasts.
Song Yuan turned up the TV volume in the living room. The pain was accompanied by irritability and grievance.
Wei Man felt his blood boiling, rushing from his chest to Tianling Gai,
"Song Yuan, please turn down the sound!"
The world suddenly became quiet. Wei Man put down the book and lay empty on the bed, his chest rising and falling.
"You're not sleeping. Do you want to eat? I just made some noodles." Song Yuan opened the door and only poked his big head out, which was a little funny.
Wei Man sighed softly, "Bring the baby over, it's time for her to eat."
At this moment, Wei Man felt that she had finally reconciled with her mother. Life seemed like a dream. Some things and some people were better than nothing.
Concept: Life is like a dream, life is like a dream. Life is more afraid of monotony than death. This alone can guarantee that it is invincible. In order to escape monotony, it must enrich itself, regardless of whether the result is in vain.