Everyone has an angel who has always guarded him (her). If this angel feels that your life is too sad and your mood is too sad, then he will transform into someone around you, maybe your friend, maybe your lover, or maybe the person who cares about you. Maybe he is just a stranger you have met, but if this stranger is unforgettable to you, you cannot let go. These people appear quietly in your life, spend a small happy time with you, and then he leaves without hesitation.

They are the angels in your life, playing his role in your life, silently blessing you, and not wanting to disturb your life. Such people are the people who truly love you, they are your angels. With the angels in your life, your life will have happy memories. Even if your future road is full of thorns, making you full of wounds and blood, when you think of yourself when you were young, those things that made you happy, you can still be full of courage and motivation to move forward. The future is too far away, and the most feared thing is that you lose the courage to move.

After I heard Xiao Yi say this, I thought about it and felt that it was reasonable. I am a reasoned person, and I am not the kind of unreasonable person. People like me who are reasonable, and when others say it right, I will say, "Xiao Yi is right!" Even if I don't agree, I will not show it. At that time, I was not deeply involved in the world and did not have so much crying. I felt that there was true love in the world. So I looked at Xiao Yi very seriously, "Is that right? Then I won't make trouble!"

Then, I laughed and said to Xiao Yi in a low voice, "I said I am not mentally ill. You don't believe it. I have received more than 90% of the support from our ward. Everyone jointly supported me and said I am not mentally ill. Now you should believe that I am not mentally ill. I am very confident in myself. I cannot have such a disease." Everyone petitioned me to leave, thinking that I should go to a better place and not staying here will delay me. I signed everyone's support for Xiao Yi. When Xiao Yi saw it, he thought you had a democratic vote. My brother, can you be well?

It was very touching. Not only did everyone sign the signature, but they also wrote blessings to God instructed. "We support you." "It is not scary to be sick. As long as people's spirits are not overwhelmed, come on, and welcome your bright future." "You are a normal child." "You are the most normal in this world." "No one is more normal than you." "I support you to the end." "Even if you are mentally ill, you will always be the most handsome psychopath. No one can surpass your existence."

But Xiao Yi said something and asked me, "Is it the doctor who says it's the final word or the patient who says it's the final word! It's the hospital at this time..."

I was dissatisfied, and I said to her very angrily: "Even if this is a hospital, you cannot be so domineering. How can you limit my personal freedom? I am a free person, and I am destined to fight for freedom all my life."

Xiao Yi did not expect that when he came to the mental hospital, he not only refused to be sick, but also refused to accept it, so others were sick. She has seen too many such people, and I am just one of them, so Xiao Yi said to such people: "Are you not convinced?"

I said, "I won't accept it if I beat you to death. If you don't need to persuade me, I won't believe that I'm sick."

Xiao Yi continued to advise me, "You are quite free, you are too free, you are not free, you are presumptuous. So you need someone to control you, and it means that only you can cure you. I see that no one else can control you, so we will take care of you on your behalf. If you are obedient, then everything is easy to say. If you are disobedient, I will give you an injection so that you can think about your life quietly." Xiao Yi thought he could blame me a few years older than me, so she said, "Young people should not be too impetuous, but just calm down and think about your life!"

She made me think about my life. Do you make me want to be quiet or want to be quiet? You said that her life is a cent of concern with me. Of course, I don’t want to think about her. That makes me feel more uncomfortable than letting me die. Think about it! In the past, who dares to think about my own life? My life is not my own, nor can I control it. What people like me are most afraid of is thinking about their own life. It is because such things are too painful, so I often talk about life, ideals, and other people’s lives. Of course, I don’t talk about my own life, but about other people’s lives. I just want to make others suffer. I can’t always be the pain of me. Let everyone suffer with me. This is fairness. Right? This is also why I have no friends. Talking about life, ideals, and love often means having no friends.

Right, think about a girl talking about life and ideals with you, either she doesn’t want to be friends with you, or she just wants to keep a distance from you. Because she feels that she has ideals, goals, and is full of confidence in the future, so she has the courage to talk about these things with you, just like me, and you are full of confidence in yourself. That’s why I talk about these things with others, but every time I talk about it, the effect is not good, and everyone will think I have pretending. Actually, do I have it? Even if I have it, I don’t have it, I don’t have it. What’s wrong with me? You hit me! Anyway, people like us who can’t chat like to talk about life. I feel very existence and proud of myself.

However, I am quite good at talking about others. When I talk about myself, I can't do it anymore. So every time I think of my life, I think my life is a bug, that's a pit! It's obvious that there is no future. When I think of this, I shed tears of sadness. I think my life is a waste. I looked at Xiao Yi very sadly. If I could still move, if it was not the sedative that made me lose my strength and I could only cry, then I might jump up and say to the nurse sister, "

Sister, can I wait for me to finish my shit and after I finish my bowel movements, I am thinking! The medicine you gave me makes me lose my strength to shit, and you make me think about life. Thinking about my own life will be very labor-intensive, because every time I think of my life, I want to kill myself. Or find a wall to bump into it. You say that I can’t do such a thing, so what courage do I have to think about my life." God sighed and said, my life is a dream. Just think about it, don’t worry about it. There is nothing to say, anyway, nothing can be achieved.

Suddenly, my heart was bleeding. How many people could have such willful people who could hit the wall? I was one of them. Although I didn't think this was something worth showing off. I didn't have any conscience to myself, I just thought that I was funny when I was a child, and that was something that no one could let us do anything, and we were not convinced.

So, the scene came. On a dark and windy night, isn’t this nonsense? In the twilight mental hospital, it is particularly quiet, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The outside is filled with insects and frogs, and everything is so peaceful, as if the world is so peaceful, it seems that there is any uneasiness. But, in our mental hospital, at this time, because of a man, his name is instructed by God, because he came to this mental hospital, it is destined not to be quiet, and it is destined to become bloody and storm.

People are two people, one is a man and the other is a woman. Everyone can see clearly that this is a man and one woman. This nonsense is very good. A heavy makeup is the nurse of this beautiful woman. Although he is just wearing heavy makeup, for God's instructions who has never seen any woman, this is heavy makeup. Compared with her when she was in the countryside, it is too gorgeous. God's instructions look at Xiao Xiaoyi and said, "You have changed!" Xiaoyi has become unable to recognize her. It seems that women change a lot, and they become more and more beautiful. Why do men become more and more vulgar? I feel that this system is really tricky. What's the use of being handsome when you were young, but in the end, they were teased by God. Time is like a mirror, and we will eventually reveal our true colors.

Time is a pig-killing knife, purple grapes, black fungus, soften bananas. Time is a whetstone, flattening the mountain peaks, wilting cucumbers, and santhemums. Experience is a mining plant, digging hills, damaging drills, and blacking the rivers. It is no longer amazing, and still elegant. Looking at me, you, he, and she back then, really makes me feel like things change. I always say that there is no change, but when I was young, I still find that we have gradually faded away with the torrent of time and gradually grew into adults.
Chapter completed!