Ever since her parents divorced, Bai Huanhuan came home from school every day. There was no one at home, no hot meals, and no lively sounds from the family. The whole house was cold, and she was like a walking zombie every day. She went to and from school according to the established life route. There was no entertainment life, and she didn't want to talk. She would lie down when she was bored, and sleep when she was tired.
Perhaps the greatest pleasure in life is reading novels, looking at the tragic people and things in the novels, and comparing them with my own life, and suddenly I feel a sense of psychological comfort. It turns out that there are still such miserable people in the world, so I am not dead yet, I still have money, and my life seems to be okay and I can live on, so I am still doing well now.
Bai Huanhuan has always felt that life is boring and boring, and nothing can arouse her interest. She is a person who takes the word "mourning" to the very end, so she has never understood why some people have so much energy and can do so many things every day. For her, she goes to and from school every day, cooks and eats at home, and washes her own clothes. These small things alone have consumed all her energy. Doing one more thing is not enough. Her favorite thing every day is to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling in a daze, to relax herself. She can stare at the ceiling for up to 2 hours.
As the days went by like this, what Bai Huanhuan was thinking about was if he died now, what would he be most reluctant to part with, his family? It seems not, money? It doesn't seem like it, a novel that I haven't read? It seems not, my friend? There seems to be one, no, there seems to be more than one.
Purpose: Live hard and don't lose hope