In this long night, I thought of you again in a daze. Looking at my phone before falling asleep, my mind is full of wonderful memories, and everything is approaching like a nightmare in the early morning. As for your memory, it has been monopolizing my brain, destined to not be able to sleep soundly tonight, but so far, it is the first time that I have lost sleep because of you. It was still a room with the lights out, and I was heartbroken, trying my best to collect all the bits and pieces about us, and I wanted to go back to the time when I stayed up late to talk again, listening to each other's loving and familiar voices, only today's long night, we could no longer hear each other's beautiful voices.

On the night of the first snowfall, every time I quietly look out the window, I miss you very much. Is it snowing there? If it snows, you're watching, right? I miss you more today than ever, and if I lie down and sleep, then my thoughts will be like snow pouring down, stretching endlessly, even covering the whole city, the whole world, and the endless galaxy, I miss you so much, I want to see you immediately.

While looking at the sky, while walking in the middle of the wide and empty road, ten years have passed, you and I have now grown into adults, although I only accompanied you for a period of time as a child, but I want to be able to walk with you through everything. Even if there is no trace of us for a long time, but now we are strong and invincible enough, and we will still move forward bravely under the warm sunshine.

Although I know that you are hiding, I will not give up, although I have no plans at the moment, but I know in my heart and I can't wait. I really want to know what you're doing right now? If it's me, it's very simple, I'm thinking about you, are you safe on the other side? Is there anyone who wants to plot against you? Is there any place today that I've been getting hurt because I've been naughty? I've been thinking about you all the time lately, no matter what you're doing, either in a daze or thinking about you.

I know you, I know your mind, even if you are wronged, you are like me, you don't say anything, you are alone in the corner and miserable. I know I don't understand anything, and I can't dispel your inner sorrow, but you are my fate, my destiny, my fate, a lover as fragile as snowflakes. The wind is blowing, the wind is always blowing at an inopportune time, you are in the distance, I see you as if you are going to be taken away, I want to pray to the heavens, my prayer hope can be reached, I want to guard you by your side, I hope, stop this stupid plot quickly.

Countless seasons have flowed, and I just want to spend it with you. I don't know why, as if we are now, to the moment of farewell that should not come, as if it has become a farce, a joke, even so, I still want to walk with you again in countless dreams, I believe that we are only a temporary parting, I believe, I will find you again, agree to meet next time.

You have been lacking energy for a few days, you should be asleep now, right? Always ignoring my text messages, always ignoring my calls, you don't reply to anything, don't say anything, only a burst of busy sounds. All busy people, in every expressionless street, in a hurry, always every day, I stop and go on the way from work, looking forward to meeting you unexpectedly. Waiting for you many times, always light up the phone and look at the phone, although every day is the same daily life, but I have learned to comfort myself, my day, spent in comfort and waiting. If you were there, it might be more beautiful, always looking at your selfies, always thinking about you many times a day. Between the street lamp and the forest, your traces still stay by my side, but I can't sleep, because you have disappeared without a trace, leaving me with only the clouds and firelight of the night, and only the indifferent passers-by, mercilessly watching everything about me.

In this world, some people are destined to be like extroverted lonely patients, who seem to be laughing and charming on the surface, but if you carefully make friends and taste them quietly, you will find that there is no color in their eyes, only a dead silence. Song Shiling is exactly like this.

The air was cold, December had arrived, hastily and without warning, and the rain had been pouring and irritating.

Song Shiling walked out of the department store, stood at the gate, and stopped her steps to continue to move forward. This is the Nth day of her running away from home, she can no longer count with her fingers, Xiao Su's salary has now been used very little by herself, and now, she still has not found other part-time jobs, only relying on the only savings, living day after day.

With nowhere to go, she either sleeps on the streets or lives in a fairly cheap youth hostel, like an abandoned child who can only support herself and support herself. The frustrations of life, the pain all over her body, Song Shiling can't continue to laugh, easy-going, she is tired and sleepy, she doesn't want to fight anymore and persists and pretends that it doesn't matter, it's a big deal to let go of herself, what is there to be afraid of.

While I still have some money, why don't I go to my grandmother's, maybe I can volunteer in a nursing home, and just live a simple and peaceful life. Such thoughts always flashed in her mind during this time, but the worried Song Shiling was always entangled and unable to make a final and clear decision. But she also has to live again, after all, she is still in P City, and in the letter, she completely stated that she had left the city where she was born and raised, as for why she didn't decide to leave ruthlessly, it was not that she was reluctant to be raised by the Yang family, but more reluctant to her grandmother, and reluctant to Wu Shaoyang, who was still looking for her. As long as you open the mobile phone call history or mobile phone text messages and WeChat, Wu Shaoyang is sending her messages every day, every word is full of thoughts, all of them are deep likes for her, and they are all promises to her - he must find himself, take her home, and protect her well.

Her heart was moved by Wu Yu's words, as if a man was trying to dig out a big hole, giving her the warmth she longed for, making the woman breathe heavily, making her burst into tears, wanting to vent her inner dissatisfaction, but the tears couldn't fall. For some reason, her feet suddenly didn't obey the call, and Song Shiling walked into the rain as if she was enchanted, stupidly drenched, without feeling cold and cold, not dodging, not hiding and not avoiding the behavior caused the confusion of the people who avoided the rain.

"What's wrong with this girl? Fallen out of love? Then you can't torture yourself like this!"

"Isn't my boyfriend there yet? Look at her big bag. "

"Girl, it's still raining outside! Come back!"

The rain flowed down Song Shiling's cheeks, mixed with rare warm tears, dripping cold, dripping into her heart, very cold. She trembled uncontrollably, and to passers-by, this appearance was simply masochistic, looking for happiness in the rain that ordinary people did not understand. Yang Jingjing's hysterical words reverberated in her mind when she stopped in the rain: "She is nothing!"

was wandering in such a state of stagnation, a pair of women's white sneakers suddenly appeared in front of her, a shadow with an umbrella blocked Song Shiling's light, she raised her eyes with teary eyes, it was her former friend Xu Xialan, I saw my friend stretch out his hand to herself, "Xiaoling, go back with me." "

As early as a few minutes ago, Xu Xialan was also wandering around this department store, and when she walked out of the store, she had already seen Song Shiling walking in the rain, staying in the rain. At that time, Xu Xialan stood too far away, couldn't see it really, and felt that the back image was not like Yang Ling, and at the moment her curiosity was troubled, so she wanted to step forward and see it more clearly, when the umbrella approached quietly, as expected, it was indeed an old friend, but what happened to her?

......

"Why do you say you're so stupid!" Xu Xialan pulled Song Shiling into her car and couldn't help but scold. She has never seen Song Shiling like this, usually Shiling is really lively, she is completely the team's pet, pistachio, what happened?

Song Shiling didn't answer, but said to herself: "The rain outside is really heavy." "

"Where are you going, are you going home?" asked Xu Xialan, but she didn't tilt her head.

Song Shiling leaned lazily on the back of the chair, rubbed the mobile phone screen, and said leisurely: "I don't have a home." "

A sudden brake did not frighten Song Shiling, who was sitting in the passenger seat, as if she had been drained of her soul and was unconscious. My good friend hurriedly turned around and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about! You don't have a home!"

"My home has been destroyed. Song Shiling told the truth.

Ruined? The dumpling shop is still thriving, how could it be ruined? Xiao Ling is really talking nonsense! Xu Xialan obviously did not understand Song Shiling's words, thinking that he was joking and was having a conflict with his family. While waiting for a long red light, Xu Xialan glanced at her slightly, cleared her throat and suddenly asked, "Why do you say that your home was ruined?"

Song Shiling felt that she had no need to hide it, so she confessed, "My surname is Yang, I am Song Shiling, and Yang Ling has never existed." "

Seeing her friend's serious eyes, no wonder she always felt that Song Shiling was a girl with a very story, and it turned out that her identity was a big secret. There was a moment of silence in the air, and after Xu Xialan found out, she didn't ask any more, but sent Song Shiling back to her rented apartment.

"Shortly after I came back, my parents sold my old house, so I had to rent an apartment in P City for a while. Xu Xialan opened the door and explained to Song Shiling behind her while changing her shoes.

Song Shiling followed Xu Xialan back home in a daze, she sat on the sofa with her buttocks, very grateful to her friend for saving her life, "Thank you for not sending me back there." "

"Don't say more, Chong is my friend, help others to the end. Xu Xialan sorted out the clothes and snacks that Song Shiling bought, skillfully walked into the bathroom to put the water, and when she came out, she held a bath towel in her hand and handed it to Song Shiling, the soup chicken, "Xiaoling, go take a bath, otherwise you will catch a cold." "

She looked up at Xu Xialan's worried and distressed eyes, got up slowly, hugged the person in front of her without hesitation, and broke down and cried.

Although Xu Xialan doesn't know anything from beginning to end, her friends are so unbearable, she is very sad, she must have experienced some incident, Shi Ling is like this, as long as Xiao Ling wants to live here, she is willing to share a house with her friends and live together, she is willing to take care of Shi Ling, just like when she was in the team, Shi Ling took care of herself, she could also share the best with Song Shiling.

Gently letting go of her embrace, Xu Xialan looked back at Song Shiling calmly, without a trace of expression on her face, and then smiled, laughing so much that tears flowed out, "Stupid, I'm here! Go take a bath, I'll make something for you later." He grabbed Shi Ling's arm and insisted on pushing her to the bathroom.

Entered the room designated by a friend, only to feel that the tired body seemed to fall apart, just now I hurriedly took a hot bath, Song Shiling was paralyzed on the bed, suddenly Zhou Gong attacked, Xia Lan was still cooking dinner outside, but, the only consciousness was finally wiped out, she no longer waited for Xu Xialan's food to be served, her dream was deep, sweet and sleepy.

It's just that not long after the sweet dream, Song Shiling was woken up by Xu Xialan's phone call.

"Hey Jiang Chuan?"

"What's the matter?"

"Yang Ling, she's not here, she hasn't contacted me for a long time. "

"Okay, I'll help you find it. "

The sound insulation effect inside and outside the house is not good, Song Shiling listened to it in her ears and remembered it in her heart, thank Xia Lan for protecting herself, at the last moment. Song Shiling got up and opened the curtains, night had fallen, the night had painted the entire universe, the shadow of the lamp pole on the street was long, the surroundings were very quiet, there were few pedestrians, it seemed to be very quiet like enlarging the lonely space, she took a deep breath, changed into the clothes she bought, and muttered to herself reflected in the window: "Song Shiling, the new life has just begun." "