That night she cried loudly, and Huo Jianghuai went to knock on her door. The door was locked, and she only heard her say, "You don't understand me."

He was outside the door and lit a cigarette.

After a few years, he felt that his health was getting worse and worse, and sometimes he would suddenly feel dizzy as he walked.

At some point, Huo Jianghuai suddenly understood the meaning of this illusion.

He watched himself grow old, gradually compromise for life, and gradually run around for the firewood, rice, oil and salt, becoming an annoying, vulgar adult.

Huo Jianghuai looked at his gray temples, wrinkles on his face, and crutches, walking by the table, opening his former classmate record.

A passage is written in front of me.

"What is the meaning of living? I used to think it was freedom and being able to choose the current life, but now I simply don't think about it anymore.

There are always something waiting for me, and I don’t know whether it is good or bad. At this moment, I am standing here and someone is waiting for me to go out. What I do will affect others, and my existence will make sense.

I'll probably understand in the future."

Huo Jianghuai shook his head.

Continue to turn in, the young faces gradually emerged, and unexpectedly, there were some familiar faces.

Yan Wushang, Gu Ningyue, Xue Rumeng, Yun Manyan... There is even Muyuanshanren who was once the director of the teaching.

Huo Jianghuai laughed loudly, revealing his bare teeth.

This life—

"Bang!"

He fell down, and for the first time he felt so close to death.

Memories are like a revolving lantern in the brain, spring, summer, autumn and winter, time flows, dreams I had when I was young, and girls I like, those scenes gradually emerge...

Spoken sounds sounded in my ears, time passed, and several teenagers sat under the stars, talking about their dreams...

At that time, there was still light in his eyes.

"Boom boom!"

At this moment, the illusion suddenly shattered!
Chapter completed!