The moon is shining in the sky, and there are piles of bonfires on the ground.

The wind blew across the wasteland, leaving traces like "fish patterns" in places where everyone could not see it.

A song comes with the wind, and the words have blurred, leaving only the lyrical tone, which echoes gently in my ears.

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

From the world of flowers and flowers all over the world to such an isolated place, such a desolate Gobi Desert, such a beautiful moonlight, it seems that in the vast world, only oneself is opposite to oneself. This will inevitably remind us of many pasts, but we feel that we have no way to talk about it, so we can only sing.

Just like some beautiful scenery, when you feel that you cannot express it in words, you can choose to draw it out. When some emotions cannot be relieved in words, you can only use singing to relieve it.

"When you listen, why do you feel like you are crying?" Fang Yingzhi murmured at the cold full moon in the sky.

Xiao Zhijie rarely focused his eyes on her, but also rested his head behind his head, just staring at the moon in the sky.

On this first day, because everyone was still physically strong, they hiked for nearly 33 kilometers in total. When they finally arrived at the camping site, although they were extremely tired, they were very excited.

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

I am used to sleeping late and getting used to various ways of entertainment and entertainment at night, but in such a primitive place, how can there be so many means and methods?

I can’t sleep, and I can only choose to look at this round moon that I rarely see, even if I see it, I will talk to myself, letting all kinds of complex thoughts come like a tide.

When the faint tone is urging, it will really easily turn into tears in your eyes.

"No, I have to talk about it. It's not good that I'm so sad," Jin Ling sat up.

She still felt that when everyone was excited, everyone should sit around the bonfire, talking about their feelings one by one, enhancing understanding and inspiring each other.

"Don't, forget it," Feng Yiping said softly, "All year, how many times do we have to relax ourselves like this? Don't bother, so do you. In the past few days, put your work aside for a short time, don't think about it anymore."

"Okay," 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 all due to her duties.

Leaving work, she is also a girl who has yearning, expectation, so she is melancholy and so she is moved.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly.

"I'm thinking, sometimes, life, or the workplace, its horror is that as you live, and as you are busy, your dreams disappear,"

“Even the passion that makes you so excited that you can’t fall asleep will disappear in the trivial matters after work day after day, without leaving a trace,” he said.

"It is very likely that on a quiet night, you will think of it by chance, and then suddenly feel, Oh, why does it feel so far away?"

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

Under the watery moonlight, the girl who asked the question looked at the person bathed in the clear light and suddenly felt her nose sour.

"Stop talking about the boss, it was okay, but after you said this, you really couldn't stop the tears," Wu Qian raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, and couldn't help but suck her nose.

No one laughs.

Fang Yingzhi next to her was already crystal clear.

Dreams, have I ever had dreams? Maybe there are some! She can't remember them clearly for a long time.

She only remembered that all those dreams later turned into a thought: find a rich man, or someone who is powerful and rich, and live a comfortable life by herself so that her family can become rich as a result.

And this thought has not been realized by marrying a friend, but by relying solely on one's own work.

However, after the results so eagerly anticipated for such a long time have been perfectly realized, how could I think about it, but I feel so excited?

Some things we once pursued often do not feel joy after we get them.

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

It turns out that I am a person without dreams.

Passion, yes, passion, it turns out that there has been.

I once saw a boy, and his heartbeat was rapid and his face was flushed.

But later, when I thought I had seen the essence of life, or the world, from that day on, I seemed to have forgotten what heartbeat was, and I only had calm comparisons and trade-offs left.

This family is doing business, but their parents are too smart. Even if they marry, they are afraid that they will not be able to help the family.

That parent who is in politics should be able to support his sister and help solve family difficulties, but that person is inevitably too dependent on his parents. After marrying, at least his relationship with mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will not be too ideal...

That is, except for the initial inexplicable cultivators, the passion that really keeps me awake at night is afraid that it is for him.

No, at the beginning, wasn’t it the result of calculating him? He just became an adult, but he already had such a rich fortune. He was not relying on his parents, but all his own business income.

When I had more contact and could realize my dream without getting married, I was really trapped in without knowing it, but it was useless!

In my life, I am afraid that I can only look at him silently, close or far, and think about him at night with my eyes closed.

Can I have passion besides him?

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

Some things we once had often only know how to cherish them after we have lost them.

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, but found that even the tears just now were gone, leaving only some moist traces, "Yiping, do you also have the passion that makes you feel so excited that you can't fall asleep when you think about it?"

"Yes, tell me quickly," Xiao Zhijie followed suit.

"That's too much passion," Feng Yiping said with a smile. "It turns out that we are very passionate when we welcome every exam or competition. When I think about writing my name on the first line of the score bar and at the top of the honor list, I will be so excited that I can't sleep at night."

"Later, when I was doing business, I was very passionate whenever I decided on a project. When I went to bed at night, I thought how glorious it would be if I could be the first in this industry, and I would be so excited that I couldn't sleep."

"Stealing the concept," said Wu Qian.

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

"I'm really getting more and more capable," said Wang Changning.

"That's it," Xiao Zhijie said to add one.

This is the rare speech of Feng Yiping, and it has been generally boycotted by everyone.

"Okay, okay, why are you very passionate during school exams or competitions? That's because when I get good grades and get a good ranking, I can go on stage to receive the award under the gaze of a beautiful female classmate. It's because of this that I can't even sleep at night."

"Why did you feel passionate when you decided to do a new project later? That's because when you think about how many beauties you would have who didn't care about you before, they would care about themselves, secretly sending out their own surprises, or pursue them without hesitation? That's why you were so excited that you couldn't sleep at night."

He spoke very quickly, "How is it, you're satisfied!"

"Hahaha," "Hahaha," "Hehe," the guys finally heard what they wanted to hear, and they laughed in a strange and evil way.

But Fang Yingzhi smiled, why did she feel tears in her eyes again?

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

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

"I've been here for a while, and you've been talking too much," said Zhou Xingyu. "I know that all your passion is because of girls. I think this will reassure many people,"

"Do you know, a young man who is as young as a country and rich as a country, has never had any scandals with any female star. Many people are worried about whether you are..., you know, the more outstanding people are, the more they are to the opposite sex..."

"Oh," the girls became disgusted at the same time, and Feng Yiping and the others also had goose bumps. Immediately, several pillows were thrown over at the same time.

"Okay, I'm wrong, I'll leave right away," Zhou Xingyu fled in panic.

The fact that homosexuality is widely known in China. Speaking of which, it is because of Leslie Cheung, who left himself in the most splendid era forever last year.

"Oh, some people are already asleep," Wang Changning raised his head and took a look.

Indeed, some people were already sleeping on the recliner beside the bonfire. Similarly, laughter came from some bonfires.

Their people by the bonfire have laughed for a while, been excited for a while, and are now a little silent, thinking about their thoughts silently.

Passion seems to be a very distant thing. Feng Yiping thought, I was probably when he was in his previous life, when he had a secret crush on Huang Jingping in the beginning.

At that time, I didn't know anything, and I wouldn't think about what would happen if my wishes were really fulfilled. I just felt that her every frown and smile would make me excited.

She looked at herself more and would be much more exciting when she studied that day.

Later, there was no contact with her at all. The only thing that stayed was the gentle smile of the girl who always flashed in front of her at that time.

As time goes by, what I think of again is actually not what she looks like, and I can’t remember her very much. Only the feeling of being moved is faint, but so distant.

Later, when I met and stayed with Zhang Yan, everything happened naturally, just like the destiny of God, just like the marriage set in my previous life.

Therefore, it may be because I had exhausted my passion in my previous life. In that life, my life seemed to be as dull as it could not be as turbulent as it was.

By this time, Huang Jingping, who initially made her passionate, had already become a pair with her and had a lovely daughter. But what about the passion in her memory? Why doesn’t she feel it at all?

On the contrary, whenever I think of those ordinary days with Zhang Yan, I feel that those ordinary days are hidden under the ordinary days.

Is it because I don’t cherish it because I get it, or because I have different ages and mentalities, so I have different experiences about the same thing?

Or, because I have changed my original world now, I have betrayed me? Feng Yiping asked myself.

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

"...When you sit down quietly by my side carefully, tell me how wonderful the future is, so you and I have been locked tightly by love from now on, but can only look at each other's distant sentimentality,"

Wu Qian suddenly sang the TV series that was popular a few years ago, which is also the first youth idol drama in China. The interlude of "Putting Love to the End" and "Looking Away" that impressed many people.

I don’t know if this song is very suitable or because of such a moment, I need to do something to interrupt my conversation with myself, but Jin Ling also hummed, “There are still people coming and going where you and I meet, and there is still love wandering around.”

Perhaps because of such a moment, something needs to be done to divert one's attention, or to help Jin Ling support it, Fang Yingzhi also joined in, "There are still people singing in the place where you and I love each other, and the sadness of youth and ignorance,"

Yes, looking away, Feng Yiping closed his eyes...

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