Chapter 1490 Quiet Night Thoughts

The moon and stars were sparse in the sky, and there were piles of bonfires on the ground.

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

There is a song coming with the wind, and the words have been blurred, leaving only the lyrical tone, gently echoing in the ears.

On a moonlit night, this kind of singing that flows quietly and quickly dissipates in the boundless desert always makes people feel a little sentimental for no reason.

Coming from the colorful world around the world to such an isolated place, such a desolate Gobi, and such a beautiful moonlight, it seems like we are the only ones facing each other in the vast world. This will inevitably remind us of a lot of the past, but at the same time, I felt like I had nothing to say, so I probably could only sing.

Just like there are some beautiful scenes that you can't express with words, you can choose to draw them. When there are some emotions that you can't express with words, you can only use singing to relieve them.

"Listening to this, I feel like I'm going to cry," Fang Yingzhi murmured, looking at the cold full moon in the sky.

Xiao Zhijie rarely focused his eyes on her. He rested his head on the back of his head and just looked at the moon in the sky stupidly.

On this first day, because everyone still had plenty of energy, we hiked nearly 33 kilometers in total. When we finally arrived at the campsite, although our bodies were extremely tired, our hearts were very excited.

But the final result of the excitement is that everyone is now in a state of despair.

We are all used to going to bed late and having various forms of entertainment and entertainment at night, but in such a primitive place, how can there be so many means and methods?

I couldn't sleep, I could only choose to look at the round moon, which was rarely seen, and I wouldn't care about it even if I saw it, and talk to myself, letting all kinds of complicated thoughts come in like a tide.

When urged by that faint tone again, it would really be easy for her to turn into tears in her eyes.

"No, I have to talk. Even if we don't have to talk heart-to-heart, it's better to be so sentimental," Jin Ling sat up.

She still felt that while everyone was excited, everyone should sit around the campfire and talk about their feelings today one by one to enhance understanding and encourage each other.

"No, forget it," Feng Yiping said softly, "At the end of the year, how often do we have the time to relax like this? Don't bother us. The same goes for you. These days, put down your work for a short time and relax. Step aside and stop thinking about it,"

"Okay then," Jin Ling didn't have much ability to resist Feng Yiping's words and lay down again.

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

Apart from work, she is also a girl with yearning, expectation, melancholy and emotion.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked softly.

"I'm thinking, sometimes, the scary thing about life, or the workplace, is that as you live your life and get busy, your dreams disappear,"

"Even those passions that used to make you so excited that you couldn't sleep every time you think about them will dissipate into the trivial matters one after another, and in the work day after day, leaving no trace."

"Most likely, in the dead of night, you will accidentally think of it, and then you will suddenly feel, oh, why does it feel so far away?"

Feng Yiping's voice was soft, but it had the power to penetrate deep into the heart.

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

"Stop talking boss, it was fine at first, but when you say that, I really can't stop crying," Wu Qian raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes and couldn't help but sniff.

No one laughed.

Next to her, Fang Yingzhi's eyes were filled with crystal clear light.

Dream, did I ever have a dream? Maybe there is! She couldn't remember clearly.

She only remembered that all those dreams turned into one thought: to find a rich man, or someone with power and wealth to marry, and live a comfortable life, so that the family could become rich.

And this dream has been realized now without getting married, only 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, why do you think about it, but you don't feel too excited?

Some things we once pursued, but after we actually get them, we often don’t feel the joy.

Now, what do I want to do most? She couldn't answer.

It turns out that I am a person without dreams.

Passion, yes, passion, it turns out there was it.

I once saw a boy and couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster and his face turn red.

But later on, when I thought I had seen life clearly, or the essence of this world, from that day on, I seemed to have forgotten what heartbeat was, and all that was left was calm comparison and weighing.

This person's family is in business, but his parents are too shrewd. Even if they marry him, they won't be able to help the family much.

That parent is in politics, so he should support his sister and help solve the family's difficulties. However, that one will inevitably 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 is, apart from those inexplicable emotions at the beginning, the real passion that often keeps me awake at night is probably for him.

No, in the beginning, wasn't it the result of a calculation against him? He has just grown up, but he already has such a rich net worth, not from his parents, but from his own business.

When I had more contact with him later and realized that I didn't need to marry to realize my dream, I fell in love with him unconsciously, but it was useless!

I am afraid that I can only watch him silently from a distance or near, and think about him with my eyes closed at night.

Apart from him, can I still have passion?

It turns out that I am still a person who will never have passion again.

Some things we once had, we often know how to cherish only after we lose them.

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, but found that even the tears just now had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few moist traces, "Yiping, do you also have the kind of passion that makes you excited and unable to fall asleep when you think about it?"

"Yes, tell me quickly," Xiao Zhijie followed and cheered.

"There was so much passion," Feng Yiping said with a smile. "I used to be very passionate about every exam or competition. I would be so excited that I couldn't sleep at night if I thought about having my name written on the first line of the score column or on the top of the honor roll."

"Later, when I was doing business, I was also very passionate about every project. When I went to bed at night, I would think about how glorious it would be if I could be the best in this field, and I would be so excited that I couldn't sleep."

"It's a substitution," Wu Qian said.

"It's too fake," Jin Ling said.

"It's getting more and more pretentious," Wang Changning said.

"That's right," Xiao Zhijie said.

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

"Okay, okay, why do you feel so passionate when you are taking exams or competing in school? That's because when I get good grades and rank well, I can go on stage to receive awards under the gaze of beautiful female classmates. That's why I can't sleep at night."

"Later, when I decided to start a new project in business, why do I feel so passionate? That's because when I think about how many beautiful women who didn't care about me before will care about me, flirt with me, or pursue me passionately if I can be the best in this field, I will be so excited that I can't sleep at night."

He spoke quickly, "How about it, are you satisfied?"

"Hahaha," "Hehe," "Hehehe," those guys finally heard what they wanted to hear, and laughed in weird ways.

However, Fang Yingzhi laughed and laughed, and she felt like she was laughing to tears again.

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

"Mr. Zhou, when did you come? Aren't you?" Feng Yiping said.

"I've been here for a while. You guys are too into the conversation," Zhou Xingyu said. "I think it will reassure many people to know that all your passion is because of girls,"

"You know, you are so young and rich, but you have never had any scandals with any female stars. Many people are worried about whether you are... You know, the more outstanding some people are, the more they are to the opposite sex..."

"Oh," several girls were disgusted at the same time, and Feng Yiping and the others also got goose bumps all over their bodies. Immediately, several pillows were thrown at them at the same time.

"Okay, I was wrong. I'll leave now," Zhou Xingyu fled in a hurry.

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

"Oh, some people have fallen asleep," Wang Changning stood up and took a look.

Some people have indeed fallen asleep on the recliners next to the campfire. Similarly, there were also laughter coming from some campfires.

The people around the bonfire had laughed for a while, and had been excited for a while, but now they were a little silent, thinking about their own things.

Passion, it seemed to be a very distant thing. Feng Yiping thought, it was probably in the last life, when he first secretly loved Huang Jingping.

At that time, he didn't know anything, and he didn't think about what would happen if his wish came true. He just felt that her every frown and smile would make him excited.

If she looked at him more, he would be more motivated to study that day.

Later, he had no contact with her at all. What remained was the gentle smile of the girl that always flashed in front of his eyes at night.

As time passed, what he thought of again was not her appearance in many cases, and he couldn't really remember her appearance. There was only the feeling of being moved, faint, but so far-reaching.

Later, he met Zhang Yan, got to know each other, and stayed with him. Everything came naturally, as if it was destined by heaven, as if it was a marriage set in the previous life.

This may be because the passion was exhausted in the previous life, and the days in that life seemed to be dull and uneventful.

This time, Huang Jingping, who initially made me passionate, has become a couple with me and has a lovely daughter, but what about the passion deep in my memory? Why can't I feel it at all?

On the contrary, every time I think of those plain days with Zhang Yan, I feel that there was so much passion hidden under those plain days.

Is it because I don't cherish it because I have it, or is it because of different ages and different mindsets that I have different experiences of the same thing?

Or is it because I have changed the original world and the original world has turned its back on me? Feng Yiping asked himself.

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

"...When you carefully sat down next to me quietly and told me how exciting the future would be, so you and I were tightly locked in love from then on, but we could only look at each other's scattered sentiments,"

Wu Qian suddenly sang the episode "Looking Away" from the TV series that was popular a few years ago. It was also the first youth idol drama in China. It impressed many people.

I don’t know if this song is very suitable for the occasion, or because at such a moment, I need to do something to interrupt the conversation with myself. Jin Ling actually started humming along, "There are still people coming and going where you and I met. There is still love wandering around,”

Perhaps because at such a moment, you need to do something to divert your attention, or to support Jin Ling, Fang Yingzhi also joined in, "There are still people singing where you and I fall in love, and there is still the sentimentality of youth and ignorance. ,"

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