It's really hot. Too hot to go out. I deeply understand the situation of going out for three minutes and sweating for half an hour.
I am not a person who is afraid of heat. But this year, unexpectedly, I am afraid of the heat.
I can't wait to stay in the air-conditioned room for a few minutes. Hide in that shade.
Before the freshly washed hair had time to dry, beads of sweat oozed from the back. Coming back from the market was like taking a hot bath.
Life has become chaotic and out of order. While struggling with the wasted time, I scrolled through the news endlessly on my phone. Where is my dream? Where is the strength that supports me to keep moving forward?
? I remembered that a few days ago I heard that my brother fell from a height and his right leg was broken and he needed to rest. Tears just flowed down without warning. I have never experienced that kind of pain, just thinking about it makes me cry uncontrollably.
He chose to return to his hometown for treatment. Because there are still waiting for his wife and children at home. It is impossible to imagine how a pair of immobile legs can maintain a nonchalant expression after the bumps of the long-distance bus. He didn't call to tell me about his injuries. Even when I heard that he fell from a height, he asked me loudly, who told you.
He doesn't want me to worry. So every time I talk on the phone, I say something happy.
"No matter who told me, anyway, I already know"
I knew that he was lying in the hospital receiving treatment, that his right leg was in a plaster cast and could not move, that the reason he was injured was because he wanted to make more money and forgot to protect himself. Lucky psychology
I know a lot, but what can I do. There was nothing I could do other than express concern on the phone.
He is my only elder brother, and I once disliked his inaction. He can't beat me in quarrels, and he can't beat me in fights. In my eyes, even though he is two years older than me, he still looks like a child who can't grow up.
I know that my illness is getting worse. Regarding the future, I am a lot bearish. How high life can reach, how to live without wasting, is not so important anymore.
Parents gave birth to me and raised me for many years. And I have been living in the eyes of others, in the discussion. Trying to change myself for a certain sentence. I tried to cater to everyone's temper and gradually lost myself. I was wrapped in a hard shell. Dust of the years.
Life is constantly advancing, slowly transitioning to the next cycle. I have no memory of "evil", I only remember the best parts of human nature.
Due to the nature of the job, I get a lot of yarn wrapped around my shoes. There are also pieces of rubbish on the surrounding ground. Some people were willing to bend down and pick up the yarn garbage, while others picked up the garbage and pulled out the entangled yarn from my shoes little by little. Maybe it's just a little effort, and there are so many people around, not everyone is willing to do it. When others do this, they will feel extremely grateful and remember the graceful posture of others bending down.
Entering the 30-year-old ring, everything seems to be heading for another journey. People who have seen and experienced things will have different opinions.
Less fear and fear of loneliness.
I know I am no longer young.
I know I have to persevere.
Persist in the pursuit of dreams.
I will never forget the elder brother who cried when he saw me at the train station many years ago, and the unspeakable sadness when I was separated from my parents There are always many helpless things in the world.
Some things, I want to forget with a smile. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com