I'm not the only one in the mountain

Xiao Greed sometimes felt that it was fine to live alone.

I commute from [-] to [-], occasionally buy some dishes I like to go home, watch movies and read books when I am free, stay at home on weekends or during the day to pass the time, go out with friends at night, or buy a ticket and find A place close to mountains and water for recreation.

For him, nature is easier to live with than people.

After returning from Gu Donghe's office, he took annual leave, which happened to be from Monday to Friday, and even the next weekend, so the calculation was clear.

Colleagues said that he was happy to enjoy himself, and he didn't look at the face of the leader. On weekdays, he clocked in every day and night as if he had completed a task. He didn't feel wronged when he should take a day off.

Xiao Greed smiled and said that he didn't have such ambitions, he just had enough to eat and wear warm clothes, and he also found work for himself, are you tired?

Colleagues were amazed, this salary is too tight for me, and the clothes that Xiao Lie wears are not as affordable as this salary. Could it be that the rich second generation come to experience life?

Xiao Greed shook his head and did not answer.

The rich second generation is not, but it is true that there is no shortage of money.

Song Lan was an executive of a certain company before his death, so Xiao Greed's family life is considered affluent.The inheritance left by Song Lan after his death, the shares and others were all sold by Xiao Greed, and after leaving a few properties, he bought two with the exchange money. The old house was left unmoved, and he chose one to live in , and the rest are all rented out. Originally, several houses had their own advantages, but the two added houses were later divided into school district houses due to policies. When they are free, they can speculate in stocks, and they can add up to a small monthly income of [-].

Xiao Greed has no seniors and no juniors, personally, he doesn't have the habit of a swinger who spends a lot of money and throws money like a piece of paper, that is, he doesn't pick the best food when he eats, he doesn't care about the price when he buys things, and he doesn't mean to wrong himself when he goes out to play. , In this way, breaking the smallpox every month is less than half of the income.

And his father has always felt guilty towards him, and the monthly living expenses are also a lot of money.But Xiao Greed always has a single card, which he never moves.

Xiao Greed's request for annual leave was just a whim. One was thinking that this year's vacation hadn't been used up so don't waste it, and the other was that he also wanted to stay alone to digest the recent earth-shaking life.

He didn't tell Gu Donghe that when he got home in the afternoon, he asked for leave and bought a ticket to reserve a room in one go, and took off directly that night.

After getting off the plane, we went straight to the accommodation - we booked an ordinary hotel, close to the port, and waited to take the boat to the island directly the next day.

Xiao Greed put his luggage away and went out to wander, wandering here and there, eating his fill.During the period, I answered a few phone calls from friends who were friends about going out to play, saying that I was on vacation, and I was far away, but I don’t mind opening a video to chat with them.

A group of people made a fuss for a while before he left to play, Xiao Lian hung up the phone and continued to shake.

The sea breeze was blowing head-on with a fishy smell. He was standing on the side of the road, with the brightly lit downtown behind him, facing the sea, which was said to make people "warm in spring and flowers bloom".

Nonsense.

Xiao Greed unreasonably thought that the poet was lying.Of course he knew that it was just the poet's unrealistic expectations, and he didn't really believe in this self-deception-like self-persuasion.

I just want to temporarily put aside all self-cultivation and thoughts, and be a barbarian who looks down on the sky and the earth.

Making trouble for no reason at myself, and I don't know what to despise.

Xiao Greed walked along the road and came to the beach, there were many people.Although it is winter, the temperature in this place is not low. There are children "jumping waves" with their shoes on their hands. The sea water is mixed with sand, and they are dancing happily. With the night, people can take off the layers of camouflage of the day with peace of mind.

Carnival of emotions.

Xiao Greed walked forward without stopping, the sand was blown by the wind and his face hurt, and when he touched his face, it felt like he had touched a hollow skin.

Not very happily skinned.

After returning to the hotel and turning on the phone, there was a message from Gu Donghe lying on the top of the chat app.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleep." He replied perfunctorily.

Unexpectedly, Gu Donghe made a direct phone call, but Xiao Greed didn't react for a while, and the call was connected.

"Xiao Greed." Gu Donghe was very noisy, like in a place like a bar, the deafening music mixed with the cheers of the crowd, making it a headache.

"I'm going to sleep, I'll hang up if I have nothing to do."

"Wait a minute, don't hang up."

Someone tried to persuade someone to drink, someone asked, but Gu Donghe refused one by one, as if he had gone to a relatively quiet place, and the noisy voice was cut off with the sound of closing the door.

Xiao Greed didn't speak, Gu Donghe should have gone to the bar to have fun, there were many girls coquettishly coquettishly calling "Mr. Gu" in the background sound.

Sweet and greasy, soft.

"When friends gather, they like this kind of place." Gu Donghe explained.

"Heh," Xiao Greed laughed softly, "Mr. Gu doesn't have to tell me this, it's your freedom to go wherever you want."

"But I don't think so."

"Gu Donghe, we are friends with benefits." Xiao Lian lowered his face, and his voice was slightly cold.

He would agree to Gu Donghe because he is a person who knows how to measure, no matter what kind of thoughts he has, if he doesn't show it, Xiao Greed can ignore it all.

This is Xiao Greed's ability, if he is determined to shut out other people's thoughts, then he really won't take a second look.

"Xiao, you are afraid."

Someone once said that to him.

"I just don't want to waste energy."

Xiao Greed denied it, but he himself didn't know how much this denial was.

"I know." Gu Donghe seemed to have taken a sip of wine, and the sound of a can being thrown and hit the ground came from the microphone, "But Xiao Li, I won't stop at this step, Xiao Li, I can reach you In front of you, I can also walk into your heart."

"You're drunk." Xiao Greed leaned against the head of the bed expressionlessly, playing with a small ring that he just picked up from the side of the road.I don't know what material it is made of, and it's not very exquisite. The simple ring with five five-pointed stars lined up in the middle, Xiao Lie just suddenly remembered the night sky that he saw in the office that night, the city was full of stars.

"Xiao Greed, I have loved you for so many years."

After a long silence, Xiao Greed was planning to hang up the phone, but when Gu Donghe seemed to have a premonition of his movements, he suddenly spoke.Xiao Greed's pause gave him a gap to continue talking.

"In the hospital, in Song Li's circle of friends, I just watched like this until now." Gu Donghe said slowly, only his voice flowed quietly like running water in the empty room, "Xiao Li, you Look up and look at others."

"Look at me, look at me."

Xiao Greed hung up the phone with a "snap".

Who doesn't long to be loved, everyone in the world is looking for love, so is Xiao Greed any exception?

But he was afraid, he was in pain.

When he was young, he was ignorant of the world, and when he saw his mother was in a bad mood, he went up to comfort him clumsily, but in return he was furious and beat him up. But when he gave him a hug again, the innocent boy still went up to him time and time again without holding grudges.

Then I grew up slowly, and grew up in the gap between "Mom is for your own good" and "you bastard". Finally, I learned to be silent, to ignore, to protect myself, but day after day, I was kept under pressure. In the mood of "guilt", I can't lift my head.

The woman called mother taught him to hate the world, to be ashamed of his mother, to be used to being alone, but never to be loved.

He exhausted all his energy to fight against the sharpness and cowardice of women buried deep in his blood. He learned to live for himself and indulge himself, but he still couldn't learn to be loved.

How pathetic he is.