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It was deep in the night, the wind and rain were rustling, the lightning tore off the wounds of the night, and the whole building was flickering with vicissitudes, like the relics of distant ancient times, experiencing countless ups and downs. In such a night, the insects in the grass were scared to be dumb by the wind. The leaves were drooped and didn’t know whether they were afraid of the lust of raindrops or dare not face up to the bright thunder and lightning. In the corridor, the light seemed insignificant in front of the Lightning. Soon, it went dark one by one like the domino effect. After all, the night was quiet and weird, which melted the noisy noise during the day. However, the cry of the door shaft spread far away, like a soft ribbon wrapped around my fragile heart, although it was not loose or tight, but I couldn’t ignore the sense of restraint it brought to me. I didn’t dare to take a deep breath for fear that I would feel uncomfortable. When asked where he intended to go, he answered lightly: What’s the matter with you? For a moment, the lightning became weak, the wind became hoarse, and only the rain was sighing lightly. Unknown flying insects bumped in and out under the shadow of the light, and the light was as bright as possible. The understated four words sounded to me, but they were sonorous, as if a row of bombs were accurately blasted in my heart, which exploded the loss and scattered in the bottom of my heart and converged into a river of grief. My heart is constantly struggling to gasp, which seems to be torn apart at any time. I what to say? What else to say? Just four words have already sealed the topic. The door was still swaying, and under the lonely light, I was carved with a long and desolate figure. You are like this every time, but I have asked silly times, hurt again and again, and uncovered scars again and again. When I disdained to ask, my scar faded. Those four words were like smoke clouds hanging over my heart, and I didn’t know when it would disappear in the sunny day. I have no intention to disturb your world. I just care about it. I just care about a friend who wants to go out on a thunderstorm night. How many people complain that this society is too indifferent and heartless. If it weren’t for their fervent emotions hitting others’ cold hearts for countless times, who would be stingy with a simple care. Permission permissions, set permissions for everything, even care. What’s wrong with you: Sorry, you don’t have permission to access the other’s heart. Care can come from the heartless smile of strangers, the faint greeting from classmates, or the close concern of friends. Are these three exceptions to my words? What I don’t understand is that if I am not from strangers to classmates to friends, then what am I? I remember you said that you are different in front of everyone, and many different you make up a complete you. Perhaps, what you said is true. But why do I see you so rude? It is inevitable that I doubt that my image in your heart is broken and incomplete. I once thought that this sentence was your pet phrase, but when I saw another person asking you, I found that your attitude was so harmonious. This coldly shattered my childish self-deception. Why? Is it because that person is more beautiful than me? It’s not my fault to be ugly. It’s my fault to care for people who are self-righteous! The sound of kicking and stepping steps was well-proportioned, and I didn’t know how many distance came into my ears. The ethereal sound stepped out of my heart with the same ethereal loss. The door was babbling again, and my heart was wrapped tighter. Your eyes are red with tears, and your gaunt looks old. I really want to ask you: you are so embarrassed and such a man who was tortured by thousands of knives, I don’t know who you insist on? The words came to my lips, and I swallowed again hesitantly. 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