I picked up my pen, but I can't write it in your heart anymore

There, it seems that I have planted thorns, and the things you said have planted are also connected to the heart, and the hysteria of pain is when you pull it up.

Feeling Xu Qing's silence, I tried to hold her hand, Xu Qing raised his head and looked at me: "Li Da, sometimes scenes in life are repeated, but do you know. ”

Xu Qing pointed to his stomach: "You once planted a seed here, but now you are going to pull him out, it has taken root in my heart, your sensibility has brought you only hesitation, and it has hurt us again and again." ”

"Don't force me to make a choice, that's cruel to me, don't do this to me, I'm really uncomfortable. ”

After listening to what I said, Xu Qing picked up his bag and turned around and left.

It was only after that night that I realized what the seed I had planted was, and I always thought she was just telling me how she felt. The phone in my pocket rang suddenly, and I answered it.

"Hey, Ziming. ”

"Dar, do you have time to talk to me?"

"I know what you want to say, you don't have to persuade me, we are all the same people, we have never heard persuasion, otherwise there would be no such ending. ”

"Dar, I'm even more uncomfortable when you say that. ”

"Actually, we don't have to feel bad, we just need to live well. ”

I think of me many years ago, Ziming, and of course, them.

I also remembered the woman I will never forget in my life, it was she who gave me the regrets of life.

"Time for me to carve the annual ring" is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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