My whole family is the protagonist, and I am the only cannon fodder!

Xie Huinian in the photo looks very gentle. Under the sunlight above his head and the sea water reflected in the glass, he looks like a young man with no burden and warm eyes. Although there is no smile on his lips, there is peace in his eyes.

The camera lens is truly a magical thing. Humans lie about many things, speak insincerely, and say cruel words with a hideous look on their faces, but the accidental recording of the lens can just happen to capture the most real and unconcealed moment of human beings.

Lu Zao Zao smiled and deleted all the photos with Xie Huinian in them.

If it were in the past, I might have excitedly saved and backed up all these photos, created a separate album, and given them a name with special meaning.

But Lu Zaozao doesn't do that anymore. What bothered her the most in the past were the sunset and the ring that was thrown into the trash can. Lu Zaozao would occasionally dream about these two scenes in the middle of the night. The memory engraved in her bones and blood, accompanied by emotions of embarrassment and sadness, would stimulate her from time to time - and then make her obsession grow deeper and deeper.

Sometimes, what makes people obsessed is not the depth of the feelings, but one or two things that hurt them in the process of love.

Now it has been completed, and the unforgettable regrets can also disappear - there are too many regrets in life, and these things are actually the most insignificant little things. Compared with life and death, they all seem so insignificant.

There is a very faint moon in the sky, like a blurry tear on a piece of letter paper.

Xie Huinian was feeling a little irritable. After dinner, under the active watch of his grandfather, he drank two cups of horribly bitter medicine in succession. A thick layer of bitterness was almost constantly lingering in his chest and mouth, but he was unwilling to suppress it with sugar.

After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, the bitter taste still lingered, as if it spread straight down my throat and flowed through my limbs and bones.

He almost had the urge to finish a whole pack of cigarettes, but he didn't have any cigarettes on hand. The last pack of cigarettes he bought at school was thrown away somewhere after he finished smoking one, so he gave up.

Recalling the last time I had a severe craving for cigarettes, it seems like something that happened in my previous life. No, it’s actually unfair to say that because it happened in my previous life.

In fact, Xie Huinian had no addiction to smoking a long time ago. It can even be said that he hated cigarettes, alcohol and everything else that symbolized interpersonal relationships. This was because his life was going so smoothly, everything was easy and effortless, and he did not need to rely on these two lowest things to relieve his fatigue.

He became addicted to smoking and often got himself drunk when he was twenty-two years old.

Nothing shocking happened that year, the Xie family was still prominent, and there was an endless stream of people who wanted to get on board this big ship. He successfully graduated from business school, completed a financing of hundreds of millions, and founded a company of his own with He Feng. The momentum was very strong and the limelight was immeasurable.

That year he also saw the Northern Lights in Iceland. In fact, the probability of seeing the Northern Lights that day was not very high, but Xie Huinian still drove there and finally saw it. It is said that all wishes made under the Northern Lights can come true, but the world is so vast and the sky is so huge, how can the tiny voice of human beings be heard?

The world goes on as usual, and so does Xie Huinian's life. He is like God's favorite, with a wealthy family background, handsome looks, and a smart brain. From childhood to adulthood, he has been showered with flowers and applause, and the last thing he lacks is the love of all kinds of people.

His life was incredibly smooth and easy, yet it also seemed as if it should be so.

In this world, people die every day, and people are born every day. The old and the new alternate with each other, and things keep changing. This is the consistent rule of the entire human society, including the vast natural world. There is nothing special about it, and naturally there is nothing great about it.

Xie Huinian has always taken life and death lightly.

But the tossing and turning at night ruthlessly killed his unrealistic fantasy. Xie Huinian began to suffer from frequent insomnia. In the end, melatonin and sleeping pills had little effect. Under the persuasion and even coercion of a group of friends, he finally had no choice but to see a psychologist.

In fact, he was the same as he is now in one respect: he clearly knew that the diagnosis and treatment of a psychiatrist would not play any key role. What he needed was not intervention and help from the outside world, but an absurd miracle.

Even if it costs him death and injury.

As expected, based on Xie Huinian's understanding of himself, the psychologist's treatment did not have much effect, but he was still very active in going for consultations at the agreed time every week, completing questionnaires, answering questions, accepting intervention from precision instruments, and taking medication.

It was not until the form gave a relatively normal and healthy data that he was officially "released" from the hospital by his family and friends.

Xie Huinian's insomnia gradually improved, and later he fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed. He returned to the enviable and praised life of a favored son of heaven, pure and noble, and even after years of being trapped in the world of fame and fortune, he still looked noble and arrogant.

Apart from a severe smoking addiction and occasional drunkenness, everything was back on track.

At the age of 24, Xie Huinian began to frequently go in and out of the temple. When human beings are in despair, no matter how devout materialists are or how deeply they believe in science, they will eventually place their hopes on the illusory and unrealistic power of gods and Buddhas, begging God for mercy and a miracle to happen.

It was also that year that he started doing charity work. He became busier and busier, to the point where he had almost no time to rest. His rest time was squeezed out of his work.

At the age of 28, approaching thirty, Xie Huinian was still very busy. At this age, with such power and status, there was nothing he needed to struggle for. Xie Huinian could handle all occasions with ease, knowing what to say and what not to say, and was precise about the tone and pronunciation of each word. It was so perfect that there was no fault to be found - he asked for nothing, so naturally others got nothing from him.

Living is like a robot with the most sophisticated program, but even if the machine keeps running, there will come a day when it will be worn out and scrapped.

On his 28th birthday, Xie Huinian once again suffered from severe insomnia. He was still not sleepy at four in the morning. However, he had a multinational meeting at half past six the next day. He tossed and turned in bed and worked up a sweat. Xie Huinian took a bath in the bathtub and took out a few sleeping pills and swallowed them.

He was staring at the deep sky outside the window in the bathtub, still not sleepy. For some reason, he simply poured a handful of milk into his mouth, swallowed it all with cold water, and then sank his whole body into the bathtub.

His nasal cavity was filled with water, but Xie Huinian did not feel any pain. Perhaps death was actually a relief.

In a daze, Xie Huinian seemed to see a bright sun rising outside - and then he returned to the day he was born.

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