Hearing the sound of rain resurfaces on your face, remembering that you suddenly feel sad. Talking to myself and calling your name, muttering to myself to the white wall that I miss you, just thinking of your name, my mood becomes even more melancholy, just because you are not by my side, I am very sad, very heartbroken. Today, I am once again caught in the memories, unable to extricate myself, self-absorbed in the bitter sea of longing, full of melancholy days, without you by my side, how can I do anything? But I only have you in my heart, but my mind is full of you, and my mood is like riding a roller coaster, ups and downs, making people's moods go up and down. It's hard to endure until now, but my hands and feet have never stopped, every journey, every station I am trying to find your figure, today is a little dangerous, because I miss you more and more intensely, I feel almost uncontrollable, almost crazy. Sitting alone in front of your dumpling shop in a daze, always vaguely expecting to meet you, trying to catch you who has become blurred. Watching the rain dripping, getting through a frustrating day, constantly encouraging myself, I hope everything will be fine tomorrow, I hope to find you again, I hope to find you. Let this daydream expectation become a reality.

Maybe it's not particularly revealed, obviously my heart hurts so much, if you were me, would I be like this? In the days without you, would you also fall into the same intense thoughts as me? My heart is tingling, but I can't cry, and now it's like this, I can't get used to it. You've tried hard to keep your distance from me, and I'm trying to muster the courage to come near you, and now if I can see you once in a while, I'll give you all I have, and I'll do a good job to keep your heart. Ever since you left, I've been alone in this silence, and the world I have has turned black in an instant compared to when I'm together, and there is no other color embellishment, and my world is not bright at all. It looks even more desolate and lonely, since it has something to do with you leaving, I love you too much, the more I miss you every day in my head, please come back soon, my heart is gradually becoming more empty because of you.

If I can survive the long night, maybe I will be omnipotent and courageous, and you, like my dream that is close at hand but will be shattered, have become a sky full of stars, shining on me as I move forward. When the road ahead becomes confused and helpless, you, like a lighthouse of light, radiate light everywhere, and with the sound of the waves rushing up and down, you will become new and reborn. For unspeakable reasons, I burst into tears, and even though you are not saying goodbye, I firmly believe that I can still find you.

Xu Xialan glanced at her watch, it was almost eleven o'clock, and Song Shiling never went home. As early as six o'clock, she was woken up by the sound of Song Shiling cleaning up her things, and in a daze, she woke up and asked what Shiling was doing, and the girl replied very perfunctorily, just cleaning. She didn't suspect it at all, she really turned back to the bedroom and continued to sleep, unaware that Song Shiling in the other room was actually secretly packing her luggage to leave, because it was too dangerous in the city, and it was very uneasy to live in an old friend's house, she just wanted to follow her grandmother and want to spend the rest of her life with the old man.

Only her grandmother is her true love at the moment, and although Wu Shaoyang is, she is reluctantly giving up on him. If you love someone and give the best to each other, then for Song Shiling, letting go is the best, even if Wu Shaoyang knows what she has, but everything comes down to one sentence: I don't want to drag him down. It is because I love him that I love that person deeply.

Taking advantage of her good friend's deep sleep, Song Shiling lightly carried the small bag she bought yesterday and left home. When Xu Xialan woke up, she saw that Shiling's room was still closed, and she didn't ask anything, so she plunged into the kitchen and enjoyed the fun of cooking. I was really hungry, and I looked at my watch again, it was already eleven and a half, Xu Xialan knocked on the door and hurriedly told Shiling to get up, but ten seconds passed, and the people inside did not give him any response.

It didn't feel good, pushed the door in, everything in the room was neatly organized, just like that Japanese game, she said goodbye again, but this time, Xu Xialan didn't find the parting letter left by Song Shiling, maybe she would see you again, because she was reluctant to sever this contact. With tears in her eyes, Xu Xialan silently closed the door and returned to the kitchen, alone, eating a lunch for two, lonely and sad.

After walking a long way, I carried three bags of things and waited for a taxi by myself. Song Shiling was very anxious with clothes and snacks in her hands, no taxi was willing to go to the nursing home, either she felt that it was too far away and easy to get stuck in traffic to attract too much business, or she felt that the driver was too expensive to take the bus.

If you don't set off again, I don't know if Xia Lan has caught up and forced herself to live with her, but the time is really urgent, and there is no time to spend any more.

When she was in a hurry, a continuous horn sounded behind Song Shiling, and she immediately looked back in fright to see that a white car had slowly driven to her side. She was still surprised, the woman in the driver's seat quickly lowered the window, poked her head out, and said in a soothing voice: "Child, are you going to a nursing home?"

Fortunately, it was not Xu Xialan, Song Shiling breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the comer, and then said vigilantly: "Auntie, how do you know?" She has simply seen too much of this kind of disappearance of teenagers and girls, the same methods, the same routines, there is no novelty, it is completely to deceive people into getting into the car, and then abduct boys or girls to barren mountains and mountains.

She won't be easily deceived.

"You're standing under the sign to the nursing home, aren't you?" The woman felt that Song Shiling's reaction was a little funny, could it be that her good intentions were misinterpreted?

Song Shiling suddenly raised her head and looked at the stop sign, and sure enough, she was so busy with nervousness and vigilance that she forgot that she was at the bus stop. She was thinking about how to excuse herself, but the driver had pinched the right time to get out of the car, snatched the clothes and snacks in her hands and put them in the trunk, "I am the director of the nursing home, my surname is Xiao"

Song Shiling couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when she heard this title, took Dean Xiao's work certificate, and immediately apologized: "I'm really sorry Dean! I thought you were a bad person." When talking about bad people, her voice couldn't help but be lowered, but the dean had good hearing, first laughed, and then praised Song Shiling's caution, after all, in contemporary society, bad people always wear the skin of good people and murder innocent and kind people.

The driver drove very safely, and after a while, the car had already driven into the nursing home, sent Song Shiling to the door without any mistakes, and took the lead in getting out of the car and going to the trunk to get the bag for the child.

Thank you again and again, and Dean Xiao said again and again that you are welcome. Song Shiling's restraint was seen by the dean, she let the girl relax, saying that she was a very good woman, and although Song Shiling nodded in agreement, her body was still very nervous, and even hurriedly stepped forward to shake the hand of the hospital director, and asked very uncomfortably: "Dean of the hospital, can I work here in the nursing home?"

The dean put a smile on his face: "Wait until I help you set up your things first, and then we will discuss this matter, good boy." The woman shook the bag in her hand and signaled, Song Shiling immediately understood, quickly let go of the dean's busy hands, bowed and quickly apologized.

The woman asked Shiling to wander around at will, while the girl was shopping purposefully, she was looking for her grandmother, a relative she hadn't seen for a long time. Finally in the backyard, she saw the old man in a wheelchair with his back to herself, time was passing quickly, her grandmother, with a few more strands of white hair on her head, her grandmother was still the same, holding her beloved doll, shouting "Shiling" and "Xiaojie" to it.

Warm tears flowed down again, fortunately, time has not taken away all the memories of grandma, the old man is still thinking about himself and his sister, Song Shiling slowly walked to her grandmother's side, squatted down and raised her eyes, her voice choked: "Grandma, I came to see you." "

Although the voice is so familiar, even if she is really Shiling, her grandmother's tone is calm, but her eyes are sharp, and she always gives people a sense of distance.

"Who are you? Do I know you?"

One sentence made Song Shiling droop her eyelids.

......

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Su sent snacks to the company to Wu Yu.

The moment he opened the door, the little ancestor was still sitting on the ground as he had done in the morning, and he didn't eat breakfast or lunch on the table, so he kept a motionless posture, quietly looking at the gloom outside the window, his eyes were stiff and confused, and he didn't know what he was in a daze.

There was a sudden uncomfortable feeling of suffocation in his chest, which made Xiao Su's blood all over his body coagulate. Isn't he sad, although he usually bullies Song Shiling, she is like his sister, like a little white rabbit and cute. Her resignation letter was sent to him by text message, and at that time, he was still sleeping, so he must have found the right time to leave so that neither he nor Wu Yu could find her.

Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling! Do you say that you are so hard-hearted? You can leave when you say you go, and you will disperse when you say you, without any psychological preparation for people, and this will bring a huge impact.

"Xiaoyu, don't feel bad. Let's eat something first, we'll have a notice to catch up later, let's go to work first, let's talk about Xiaoling's affairs later, okay?"

Xiao Su here is talking endlessly, the whole topic is inseparable from work and making money, how can Wu Yu on the other side have the mind to think about this, his thoughts are occupied by Song Shiling, he can't erase it, and he is reluctant to forget it, he is holding a fragile glass in his palm at this time, for some reason, Wu Yu's hands suddenly trembled for three seconds, and with a "bang", the cup broke, as if his heart was broken. There was no reaction, just staring blankly at the debris all over the ground, he was like a dry corpse, no emotion, no emotion, but in fact, he knew very well what he was doing, what he was experiencing.

Seeing the man's disgraced expression, Xiao Su's face also changed suddenly, he was very angry, so he banged on the table, "What are you doing Xiaoyu! Everything needs to be done in moderation, do you understand? I am also sad that Xiaoling is gone, but since I am an artist, don't forget my own job." "

Wu Yu still had that indifferent and even cold expression, hooked his lips lightly, glanced at Xiao Su, laughed fearlessly, and said sadly: "If you want to make money, you have to go by yourself, you are Wu Yu, I am not." "

After finishing speaking, he silently turned his face away and continued to be in a daze, Xiao Su was so blocked in his throat that he couldn't go up and down, which was maddening.

After a while, Wu Yu was stunned, and stood up in the next second, Xiao Su didn't know what he was going to do, so he followed behind the big star, looking at him suspiciously, and after a while, he only saw Wu Yu frantically dialing Song Shiling's phone, endlessly.