Vol 5 Chapter 646: Quiet night thinking

There are few stars in the sky and moon, and there are bonfires on the ground.

The wind blows across the wasteland, leaving traces like "fish patterns" in places where no one can see.

There is singing with the wind, the words and sentences have been blurred, and only the lyrical tone echoes gently in the ear.

In the moonlit night, the singing that flows quietly and quickly dissipates in the endless desert will always make people feel a little sad for no reason.

From all over the world, to such an isolated place, such a desolate Gobi, and such a beautiful moonlight, it seems like in the vast world, only oneself is opposed to oneself. This will inevitably remind us of a lot of the past, but also It feels impossible to talk about it, so maybe I can only sing.

Just like some beautiful scenery, when you feel that you can't tell with words, you can choose to paint it. When there are some emotions that cannot be expressed with words, you can only use singing to dispel them.

"Listen, listen, how does it feel like weeping," Fang Yingzhi muttered looking at the cold full moon in the sky.

It is rare for Xiao Zhijie not to focus his eyes on her, but with his head resting behind his head, he looked at the moon in the sky so stupidly.

On this first day, because everyone was still full of energy, they walked for nearly 33 kilometers. When they finally arrived at the camp, although their body was extremely exhausted, they were very excited.

But the final result of the excitement is the way everyone is now, sad.

But they are all used to going to bed late, and all kinds of entertainment and pastime at night, but in such a primitive place, how can there be so many methods and methods?

The only thing left is that I can’t sleep, I can only choose to look at this usually rare sight, even if I see the round moon that I don’t care about, I talk to myself, and let all kinds of complicated thoughts flow like a tide.

After being reminded by the faint tone, it really easily turned into tears in his eyes.

"No, I have to talk about it, just don't need to talk, it's not good to be so sentimental," Jin Ling sat up.

She still felt that when everyone was excited, everyone should sit around the bonfire and talk one by one how they felt today, to increase mutual understanding and encourage each other.

"Don't, forget it," Feng Yiping said softly, "At the end of the year, how often do we relax ourselves like this? Don't bother, the same is true for you. These days, put the work down for a short time. Go aside, don't think about it anymore,"

"All right," Jin Ling didn't have much resistance to Feng Yiping's words, so she lay down again.

Feng Yiping was right. What she said just now and what she did just now were due to her duties.

After leaving work, she is also a girl who yearns and has expectations, so melancholy and so grateful.

"What are you thinking?" She asked softly.

"I'm thinking, sometimes, the scary thing about life, or the workplace, is that when you live, you are busy, your dreams disappear."

"Even the passions that make you hard to fall asleep when you think of it in the past will dissipate in the trivial things one after the other, and will be spent day after day work without leaving a trace,"

"It's very possible that on a quiet night in the middle of the night, you accidentally think of it, and then suddenly feel, oh, how does it feel so far away,"

Feng Yiping's voice was soft, but it happened to have deep-rooted power.

Under the watery moonlight, the girl who asked the question suddenly felt sore in her nose when she looked at the person bathing in the light over there.

"Quickly stop talking about the boss, it was okay, you can't stop the tears when you say this," Wu Qian raised her hand and wiped it at the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but sniffed.

No one laughed.

Fang Yingzhi next to her was already crystal clear.

Dream, did I have a dream before? Maybe there is it! She had already remembered it clearly.

She only remembered that all those dreams later turned into a thought: to find a rich person, or someone who is also rich because of the right to marry, and live a comfortable life by herself, so that the family can become rich.

And this idea has not been realized now by marrying someone, only by relying on one's own work.

It's just that, after such a long period of time, the result that was so eagerly anticipated has been perfectly realized, how do you think about it, but it is not too exciting?

After some things we have pursued, we often don't feel joy after we get them.

What do I want to do most now? She could not answer.

It turns out that I am a person without dreams.

Passion, yes, passion, I used to have it.

I once saw a boy and couldn't help his heartbeat speed up and his face was flushed.

But later, when I thought I had seen life, or the essence of this world, from that day on, I seemed to forget what my heart is, and only calm comparisons and trade-offs were left.

This family is in business, but his parents are too shrewd, even if they married, they can't help the family much.

That parent who is in politics should be able to help her sister and help solve the difficulties in the family, but it is inevitable that that person will rely too much on his parents. After marrying, at least the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will not be ideal...

That's the passion that really keeps oneself awake at night, except for those unexplainable sprouts at the beginning, I'm afraid it's for him.

No, in the beginning, was it not the result of calculation for him? He has just grown up, but he already has such a wealth of wealth, not by his parents, but by his own business.

When I had more contact later and I didn't need to rely on marrying to realize my dream, I didn't know it, I really fell into it, but it was useless!

For the rest of my life, I am afraid that I can only look at him silently at this distance or close, and close my eyes at night thinking about him.

Besides him, can I still have passion?

It turns out that I am still a person who will no longer have passion.

Some things we once owned, often only after losing, we know to cherish.

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, but found that even the tears just now had disappeared, only traces of moisturizing remained, "Yiping, you also have that kind of excitement that makes you hard to sleep when you think of it. Passion?"

"Yes, talk about it quickly," Xiao Zhijie snarled.

"That kind of passion, too much," Feng Yiping said with a smile, "I used to be very passionate about every exam or competition. I thought that if I could write my name on the first line of the score column, write At the top of the Hall of Fame, I’m so excited that I can’t sleep at night."

"Later in business, every time I decided on a project, I was very passionate. When I went to bed at night, I would still think about how beautiful it would be if I could be the first in this line, and I would be so excited that I couldn't sleep."

"Secretly change the concept," Wu Qian said.

"Too fake," Jin Ling said.

"It's getting better and better," Wang Changning said.

"Yes," Xiao Zhijie said plus one.

This was a rare speech by Feng Yiping, which was generally resisted by everyone.

"Okay, okay, why do I feel so passionate in school exams or competitions? That's because when I get good grades and get a good ranking, I will be able to accept the award under the watchful eyes of beautiful female students. It’s because of this that I can't sleep at night."

"Later, when I was in business and decided to do a new project, why did I feel so passionate? That was because I thought about how many beauties who didn't care about me before would care about myself if I could be the number one in this field. Sending off to yourself secretly, or embarking on a passionate pursuit regardless of it? That's why I can't sleep at night with excitement."

He speaks quickly, "Whatever, are you satisfied!"

"Hahaha," "hahaha," "hahaha," the guys finally heard what they wanted to hear, and they laughed strangely.

It's just that Fang Yingzhi smiled and laughed, how could she feel that she laughed again?

"It turns out that all your passion in Yiping is because of girls," someone said while standing in front of them.

"President Zhou, when did you come, didn't you?" Feng Yiping said.

"I have been here for a while, and you talked too much," Zhou Xingyu said, "Knowing that all your passions at Yiping are because of girls, I think this will reassure many people."

"Did you know that you are such a young and rich young man who has never had a scandal with a female celebrity. Many people are worried about whether you will be..., you know, some more An outstanding person is more towards the opposite sex..."

"Yeah," several girls became disgusted at the same time, Feng Yiping and the others suddenly got goose bumps, and immediately, several pillows were thrown over at the same time.

"Well, I was wrong, I will leave immediately," Zhou Xingyu fled in panic.

Homosexuality is widely known in China. It is because of Leslie Cheung who kept himself in the most brilliant era last year.

"Oh, some people are already asleep," Wang Changning lifted up and took a look.

It is true that some people have already fallen asleep curled up on the loungers by the campfire. Similarly, there are laughter coming from some campfires.

The people around their bonfires had laughed for a while, and had been excited for a while, and now they were a little silent, silently thinking about their thoughts.

Passion, it also seems to be a very remote thing, Feng Yiping thought, maybe it was the time when he secretly fell in love with Huang Jingping in his last life.

At that time, no one knows anything, and I don't think about what will happen if I really want to be done. I just think that her smile will make me excited.

She looked at herself more, and she would be more energetic in her study that day.

Later, there was no contact with her at all, and all that remained was the gentle smile of the girl who always flashed before her in the night at that time.

With the passage of time, I think about it again. In fact, it is not her appearance in many cases. In fact, I can't remember her appearance very much. There is only the feeling of heartbeat, faint, but so far-reaching.

Later, when I met Zhang Yan and stayed with each other, everything was a matter of course, as if it was destined by the sky, just like a marriage set in a previous life.

It may also be because the passion was lost in the last life, and the whole life seemed to be dull and unattractive.

But this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Huang Jingping, who first made her passion sprouting, has already paired with herself and has a lovely daughter, but what about the passion in the memory? I don't seem to feel it at all.

On the contrary, now I always think of the days when I was with Zhang Yan, and I feel that there was so much passion hidden under those days when I was with Zhang Yan.

Is it because you got it and you don't cherish it, or is it because you have a different age and mentality, so you have a different experience of the same thing?

Or is it because you have changed the original world now, and the original world has turned your back on me?

Feng Yiping asked himself.

His initial passion, initial dream, initial appearance..., looking at the round moon, listening to the crackling sound of the firewood burning in the bonfire, he felt at ease and at a loss.

"...When you sit quietly by my side carefully, telling me how exciting the future is, so you and I have been tightly locked by love, but you can only look at each other's intertwined sentimental,"

Wu Qian suddenly sang the TV series that was hit a few years ago, which is also regarded as the first youth idol drama in China, which impressed many people with the episode "Looking Away".

I don’t know if this song is very suitable, or because of such a moment, something needs to be done to interrupt the conversation between himself and himself. Jin Ling actually hummed along with him, "There are still people coming and going where you and me meet. There is still love wandering,"

Maybe it’s because at such a moment, you need to do something to divert your attention, or to help Jin Ling cheer, Fang Yingzhi also sang along, "There are still people singing where you and I love each other, and they are still young and ignorant. Sentimental,"

Yes, looking into the distance, Feng Yiping closed his eyes...