Did the old man announce it? That was impossible, unless he got someone's permission. Ouyang felt that Dongya was hiding something from her. She looked at him with some disappointment: "Dongya, what's wrong with you lately?"
"That's right," Dongya decided to tell her, "I have decided to quit too."
Ouyang looked at him. Linglong and Fenwu must have had the same expression as he did when they left. She hadn't expected that a group of people would actually leave one after another. What was he doing this for? His family? His job? His future? Or something else? She didn't want to ask. If he wanted to leave, then he should leave. She didn't need anyone's pity or sympathy, and she didn't need to force anyone.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Dong Ya continued, "Ouyang, you can actually become different from what you are now. Other people's lives are more like life. We all live in a world of nothingness, and even live in the midst of death."
She was indifferent. She had originally thought that Dongya was someone who understood her. But now it seemed that she was wrong. She had mistakenly believed that she could gain someone's trust by just doing things without saying anything. "Go away."
Leaving had long been brewing in Dongya's mind. Perhaps, once, he had hoped to enter her world, but he knew clearly that no one could enter it. He turned to his room, quickly packed up his things, and left hastily.
The next day, when the old man went to work, he saw Ouyang lying on the sofa and called out, "Why are you sleeping here?"
"Donya is gone," she said, "and you don't have to come anymore."
"Is he really gone?" The old woman looked around in disbelief. Sure enough, his usual pair of shoes were gone by the door. Seeing that Ouyang was in no mood and unwilling to disturb her, she placed the basement key on the coffee table and left.
She was so heartbroken, without anyone to accompany her. This is why lonely people always seem incredibly sad. She didn't like to express her emotions, and even when her friends left, she didn't know how to keep them. She had always had a problem: a self-esteem problem, and the best medicine for it was loneliness.
She stood up, walked into the kitchen, and told herself that even if the whole world left, at least she still had herself. So, she would take good care of this lonely, pitiful person.
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