Eternal Burning

Sensing the scorching gaze of everyone, Shang Muxiao raised his head and let go, the metal silver spoon collided with the porcelain and made a soft sound, which was especially prominent in the quiet environment.

Shang Muxiao, a sophomore in the Finance Department of Qingwan University, is 20 this year. He leaned back and introduced himself briefly, casually.

Oh, both of them are from Qingwan University, what a coincidence. "Sister Liao controlled the rhythm and asked the rest of the people to introduce themselves one by one.

Housewives, white-collar workers from foreign companies, retired elderly people, bald men, delivery anchors, high school girls... plus Sister Liao, there are exactly nine of them.

Next, Sister Liao asked everyone to talk about their current situation in turn, some changes this week compared to last week, or all kinds of big and small things that people care about.

My son is not sensible at all, and this week I was called to school again by the teacher, and I lost all face. "The housewife complained that her husband was completely useless no matter whether he was in the bed or in the bed. He complained of being tired as soon as he got home, and he had nothing to talk about except eating and taking a bath with me. It was another week when I wanted to abandon my husband and son."

The work pressure is very high. I worked overtime every day this week, and the dark circles under my eyes were almost on the corners of my mouth. My boss kept urging me on the progress of the project. My parents didn't understand me as before, they thought I deliberately didn't have a girlfriend or get married, and called me all day long..." The white-collar scratched his head irritably, I felt like I couldn't hold on anymore."

The tumor in my lung has grown. But I am not going to have surgery, and I still plan to carry out conservative treatment. It's almost my age, I don't want to make trouble anymore..." After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he jokingly said to the white-collar worker, "In fact, I have a granddaughter who will be 30 this year. See if you are interested. , I can connect you with each other."

There were sporadic laughter at the scene, which eased the somewhat depressing atmosphere.

Shen Luoyu was not mistaken, this is indeed an optimistic and uplifting psychological mutual aid group. Everyone seems to be abandoned by happiness, removing the superficial solid camouflage, and the word "bad" is written on their faces.

Soon, it will be my turn to tell the story in order. In fact, I didn't know what to say, so I hesitated for a moment before talking about the reason for coming here.

My family thinks I'm not positive about life, too pessimistic. They wanted me to change and be happy, so they signed me up for the group. "I looked up and looked at everyone, but I didn't mean to be unhappy. I just firmly believed that... life should be full of pain and all kinds of unsatisfied desires. Optimism is an illusion, and misfortune is the norm. I have no intention of changing the status quo. Thinking about it, I think it’s good to be like this.”

Live alone, eat alone; far away from family, no lover; lonely, but enjoy loneliness.

Others think I am pitiful, but pitiful" is just an object label. As a subject, my life is not affected by this label.

If you can choose to restore your body to the healthiest state, don't you want to change? "The protracted ending echoed in the empty gymnasium.

The healthiest state... should refer to the time when I am not paralyzed.

This question is quite embarrassing.

I looked at Shang Muxiao who was asking the question, met his gaze, and did not back down.

This question doesn't make sense. "

There is no way to turn back time, nor can my body return to its healthiest state. And even if I am not paralyzed, human beings are born to die, and from the moment of birth, they are doomed to decline step by step. Physical defeat is inevitable, and immortality is only a dream of Qin Shihuang.

No one spoke for a long time, Sister Liao coughed lightly, smoothed things over and said: It's not necessary to say too much for the first time, you can listen to others first. "

Going clockwise, the bald man confides his troubles about being bald, saying that he is always teased by his colleagues and can’t get a girlfriend; because the host who brings goods is attacked by black fans all the year round, he can only take sleeping pills to sleep every night. He is 1.65 meters tall The height is only over eighty catties; the high school girls have been good girls since they were young, they have always been excellent in character and learning, and are loved by teachers and parents, but they have no friends.

All kinds of beings are displayed vividly in this gymnasium, in front of the ping-pong table.

When it was Shang Muxiao's turn, everyone was looking at him. He tilted his chair, his eyes fell under the table, combined with the slight tremor of his arm muscles, I guess he should be playing with his mobile phone.

Shepherd owl. "Sister Liao had no choice but to call him out.

My sister asked me to come. I listened to her, so I came. "Shang Muxiao didn't raise his head when he spoke, and still maintained the appearance that it had nothing to do with him.

Since Shang Muxiao was not very cooperative, Sister Liao had to act as the questioner.

So, your question? "

My problem is that I don't think I have a problem, but my sister thinks I have a problem. "

If it weren't for the fact that Liang Zi has already married, I really want to shake hands with him and sigh "sympathy".

So what does your sister think is wrong with you? Sister Liao continued to ask.

The chair shook twice and fell back to the ground. Shang Muxiao finally raised his face, threw the phone on the table, and dropped a thunder: She thinks I want to kill her boyfriend. "