What I have to do has exceeded my ability to cope, so what I can do is to be firm in my choice, even if the consequences are catastrophic... because I am just an Avenger who is still alive in the world.
——Shaosi
"The scariest thing in the world is that the future is unfolding before our eyes, and we have no way of knowing it or foreseeing it."
When I thought about this sentence, I realized that I had wasted too much energy and time.
The afterglow at half past six can always capture the scene of jumping out of the bus door. Clouds are floating on the long and narrow building. The bright red broken clouds cast alternating light and shadow, exposed to the gauze-like mist.
Shaosi suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart, as if he was facing the altar of death with the withering Jin flag waving.
Shaosi knew that there was a blade called time hidden in the clouds.
Shaosi raised her eyes and stared, and what she saw in her eyes was virtual and empty freedom. However, she didn't know when the red clouds would be disrupted by the wind into broken light and shadow, and what would bloom behind them would be a flash of dazzling daylight, swallowing up everything in an instant.
Pixel, in her confusion, she had no time to wake up, she could only feel the blade slashing hard at her pale pupils!
Only the shadow of chaos was left, and she knew that it was called twilight, also called evil consequences, the slow poison that devoured the years.
The people with her had tired faces. In their bleak eyes, she could not see her own face clearly, but she knew that her face must be even uglier than theirs at this moment. When she lowered her head and retreated under the eaves of the platform, her chest suddenly rose.
A layer of aversion to cold, depression, fear, and panic, which is probably called "hysteria", feels like a powerful poison that has integrated into the blood vessels and engulfed cells.
Shaosi walked into the school with them avoiding the time, and slowly returned to her dormitory. Then she frantically took off her black formal clothes and put on slightly outdated casual clothes. At this time, she only had one place.
I want to go to the sports field below the apartment, where there is no color at all in the evening. The increasingly strong exercise trend there may give me some comfort and resist the residual cold in my chest.
The sunset quietly reflected the red sky, but when it reached the runway, it was blocked by tall buildings until there was only a triangular corner. Beside the corner were several girls who pulled ligaments on time every day. They were in refreshing plain clothes, with beautiful and slender silhouettes, harmonizing with their white calves.
Skin is another pleasing scenery that always makes people look at it.
The only unpleasant thing was that there were several eyes of the opposite sex staring at her in that position.
Walking on the track on the white line, swaying forward from behind her were a group of sports people who were jogging and walking fast. There were old people, children, women, and most of them were college students who smelled of youthful sweat, with silhouettes like the wind.
Everyone who ran by seemed to turn back to look at her subconsciously, but her eyes had always looked through nothingness indifferently, because she had been used to this since she didn't know when.
At the corner, the flow of the world line seemed to have changed, like watching different lives over and over again. It was in sharp contrast to the relatively familiar people she had come into contact with in the past. Many of those acquaintances included those who complained.
decadent, cool, muddy
Unconsciously, they seemed to have the same aura, as warm and sad as the sunset. Many times she would hate herself for being reduced to one of them, because she didn't have much time left, but she still had a lot to do.
Things haven't started yet.
She put on her headphones, zipped up her zippers, and followed a group of boys in camouflage uniforms. Even though her body was already exhausted, she ordered herself not to fall behind.
When you try to persist like this for a while, you will gradually find that there are many ways to control the process of things, one of which is superior to the others, and that is to control the distance between you and the runners, and constantly try to catch up with them. If you continue
If you work harder, you will find that you and them will eventually deviate. However, what changes you is not the road that continues to stretch under your feet, but their figures that continue to disappear behind. They are like an external force involved, stirring up
Ripples in your heart.
In the midst of exhaustion, time stretched, but slowly. She ran as hard as she could, raising the volume of her earphones even more than her heartbeat. She knew that she had made a decision in her heart. From now on, she must stay close to such people.
Run with them and experience the same difficult but hearty breathing with them, because in this process, you will gain extra wisdom, which may be excitement and forge ahead, or may be cautious and vigilant.
Long and far away, the confusion will become less and less.