Chapter 313
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Fu Yao was finally about to reach the end, and he felt a little sad. As a third year high school student, it was shameless of him to wait for updates on his phone under the guise of looking up information during the night study. But he still couldn't stop, and waited tirelessly every day. To me, Fu Yao was like a small stone, causing a little ripple in this dull and peaceful life.
Everyone was alive, and I was moved. It was as if I could find some of my own shadow in every one of them. I could see the little things that I couldn't reach. Joy was joy, sorrow was sorrow, and pain was pain. Because it was like a mirror, reflecting my paleness, insignificance, and weakness.
Every day, he would slowly become a walking corpse like a machine in the boring exercises. When he was gradually polished in the river of life, those shining people and shining dreams were like a sharpened knife, ruthlessly cutting his heart. There was a kind of slow and dull pain.
There was no way to simply like or hate a character. The life they walked was their own choice. Many times in life, it wasn't simply right or wrong that could be summed up in a sentence. There was no need for other people's words, as long as you had no regrets. To be able to choose your own path, even if your head was broken and your bones were crushed, how lucky you were.
It was a pity that in our long lives, we gradually lost ourselves, and our first dreams were lost in some corner. The persistence that belonged to us was covered in a thick layer of dust. We became the people that others expected us to be, but where was what we wanted? We marched forward without looking back, but whose life were we stepping on? It was like there was something roaring in my heart, wanting to break through. I wanted to be myself. I didn't want to be a good student in everyone's eyes, I wanted to at least leave something behind at the end of my youth. I wanted to write my own words, have my own dreams, and walk my own life.
What I wrote wasn't a comment, okay, I was just complaining. But I was really thankful that Longan's Fu Yao could accompany me during this period of time.
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