I remember a beautiful and quiet summer night eight years ago. I, and three other buddies, faced the bright full moon in a dark room, forming an alliance with blood and forming brothers. In the next few years, we played ball together, picked up girls together, watched horror movies together on weekends and then got up in the middle of the night to pee together, changed our bikes to something beyond recognition, went to the game room to play Journey to the West, and went to the billiard room for a round. Play for an hour, watch the Hong Kong version of Dangerous Boys together and dream of joining the legendary Axe Gang, happily doing unrealistic, low-powered and mentally handicapped things like Rod. .
Today, eight years later, we have no contact with each other.
It's not a quarrel, it's not a contradiction, but the Lord in our hearts is dead.
Rhodes is sad, stupid, and stupid.
But when we laugh at his ridiculous clothes, unrealistic performances, low-powered and mentally handicapped teammates, we will silently think of ourselves once full of illusions.
We have all had dreams of this or that, and we have all been like them. Rod has worked so stupidly, and we often miss those days
when we do our own way and don't care about other people's opinions ~ but don't know when we gradually become normal people, ordinary and mediocre normal people. Although we all know that we must be obsessed and crazy about one thing to succeed, but we can't help but take care of the trivial things in life, but we can't help trying to figure out the minds of others and calculate the trivial gains and losses. We can no longer be desperate like before.
Of course, this kind of life will be easier. Decades properly, married and provided housing, gave birth to children, smiled and lived a life that was once disdainful.
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