In the long and chaotic dreams, he had many desires and was eager to tell others, but he couldn't express them, and others didn't understand. He can't direct himself, and others ignore his requests. No matter what he said, no one responded, which made him extremely anxious.
He often feels that the communication of modern people is actually superficial, and it is difficult to communicate at a really deep level. Loneliness is an eternal fact. Even if it is two lovers who have temporarily released the shackles of loneliness by going deep into each other's bodies, each other's souls are still wandering behind their respective doors, and one soul cannot see the true face of the other, let alone overlap each other.
The reason why people are lonely is because of the self that cannot be changed.
Everyone's self is a dark and solid nucleus, and the center of the nucleus is a seed. The seed may germinate to form a fresher life, or it may rot silently.
Every modern person is struggling to find his own way of expression and his own way out.
In urban life, there are more and more paths for self-realization. There may be parallel lines between people, or they may cross at a certain point, and then they are quite different, each with its own thing. Loneliness exists because of the existence of individual consciousness. If the individual consciousness is not understood by others, loneliness will become a permanent barrier.
We long for the understanding of others, and objectively others are also understanding us. We take the initiative to let people understand, but we have already blinded most of our souls. This is why sometimes people don¡¯t even believe in themselves. But what we are understood by people is always only the part presented by our clothes, facial expressions, and words. Our clothing, facial expressions, and speech, which one is not carefully crafted? They are our equipment, either for defense or for the fulfillment of some desire and purpose.
Wang Ying asked himself: Why am I always single?
He stubbornly waits for an honest soul that can overlap with his own soul, looking for a transparent trajectory that can overlap with his own journey. However, he knew that this would never be possible.
He has always had an indescribable experience and understanding of loneliness.
In the long time, a wanderer who burns in the core of his thoughts but is on the edge of life, looks at each other with the world alone, and walks alone on the road.
Once, in Kunming, Yunnan, an old Burmese woman who wandered to China and always basked in the sun outside the flower shop, grabbed his hand and said in stammering but very powerful Chinese: "You can't end your lonely and wandering fate unless , you have your own beloved girl."
He read the history of her lonely life in the wrinkles of the old woman's face. Her words hurt him, and he bought her a blue rose for it. The blue enchantress made the old woman's withered eyes glow green, she looked at him shyly and smiled "hehe", and said: "The flowers are so beautiful, no one has given me beautiful flowers for decades, how unfortunate it is to be a woman , they are always destroyed by time early on!"
He comforted her: "Time did not destroy you, because of your wisdom, time gave you something else."
"Really? You are such a good person, a rare good person, I haven't met a good person for a long time." She grabbed his hand tightly, "I have no other gifts to give you, but I can tell you some facts I know , I believe it will be useful to you."
She carefully looked at his palm prints, and pinched his cheek again, "You Chinese all believe that you are transformed from animals, and twelve kinds of animals can control you. I know, you are a horse. Yes. You will meet a strange woman, but it will be a fatal encounter for you."
He is really a horse.
"What should I call you?"
"Call me Mammy, just like the people on the prairie call their dear nanny, call me Mammy!"
"Mum don't you know that my ancestors grew up on the grasslands and on horseback?"
"Your ancestors were, but you were not."
"We met by chance, are you so sure?"
The eyes of the old Burmese woman glowed green again: "Ah, even I don't know, sometimes, some people and things appear in front of my eyes at the same time, there are always several times in a year like this. Right now, your past, Your whole life is before my eyes."
Although he didn't believe it, his tall body still shook involuntarily.
"Auntie, then, please tell me about my future life"
"I can't tell you, my child, of course I can't tell you!"
"At least, you have to"
The old woman smiled shyly: "You are a handsome man, there are people in the world.louder. He knew that it was all because of his lateness, which made the long-awaited carnival stymied. He was always on time, the whole band was always waiting for a gesture from him, then the synth blared, the drummer hit the first note, the bass player went crazy But he was late, and he was nowhere to be seen . Without him, the whole band would be crippled! He came quickly, soared lightly like an eagle, and glides to the stage, ready to play for them. But they shouted, and he distinctly heard them say to him, "But we don't understand horse language!" He was in despair.
He saw Aha, who knew horse language. She once flew in the air, hugged his strong and warm neck, rubbed her cheek against his smooth brown hair, and whispered to him. But right now she is in the corner of the crowd, looking up at him indifferently
"Aha" He ran towards her, but she suddenly disappeared. When he found her again in the crowd, she clearly looked like his mother, looking at him from a distance, but she couldn't hear him calling.
He was anxious and struggling, whether it was his mother or Aha, including the strange crowd, they all disappeared quickly, he stood in a strange place, feeling chills, the gray sky slanted down (Remember this website URL: www .hlnovel.com