"I screamed because of the pain, but no one heard me."
He originally just wanted to have sex before the end of his life. He grabbed the warm hand, and the other party stayed with extraordinary patience.
It was a sweet dream that Zelin could keep forever, and it was also a nightmare that Yu Xiaoyi would think of when she woke up countless times.
Zelin has always been a silent person, and everyone around him knows this. He was never stingy with words, but he couldn't say a single word of truth from his mouth.
Do you want to be that great savior? Maybe.
Do you want that person by your side all the time? Most likely.
A friend said that he always thinks too much. He didn't argue.
Summer is not just about the sun, but also the water vapor from plants, thunderstorms, billowing dark clouds, insects that fly indoors before it rains and scare children, and birds that peck at insects.
Zelin occasionally allows himself to become sentimental - looking out the window, green, pure green. Everything was growing and alive, vaguely burning with the colors and moisture of the lost spring.
He has the illusion that the world is moving forward in hope, moving forward in war and pollution and mental illness. But the four seasons are still changing according to their own rules, summer is as green as ever, and the coming autumn will not be muddy due to the pain in the world. It will hold up the sky without caring about the feelings of others, leaving room for birds and butterflies to migrate, but it will not allow people more room to breathe. No matter whether people living in the world are more miserable or happier, the seasons will continue to change. There is a dull pain under the heart, caused by the friction between crystals and blood vessels.
Somewhat tired.
Through the window, he looked at Yu Xiaoyi silently. Have the people who don't belong here already integrated into the life of the mansion?
Sensing the gaze, Yu Xiaoyi turned around and waved to the leader sitting in the room.
A smile appeared on Zelin's face before he realized it. He tapped on the window pane in response.
Summer sucks… but let's make it longer.
Intent: The impact of troubled times on people lies in all aspects: order and people's emotions. Therefore, people have to understand their chaotic feelings in the chaos, connect with the world, and taste the taste of helplessness. The world rolls forward like this, crushing the vertebrae of every realist or idealist. But at least they lived, and so did we.
