Learns of Crystal's death, learns about the funeral home she is in, and learns that it's an electronic alarm clock instead of midnight mourning. Yarin unveiled the quilt. Outside the window, the sun melts like caramel on the ground.

Recently, I always dream back to the past, like an old man in the twilight facing the golden desert, always lost, where is the origin.

Yalin knew that it was the cloth woven by the golden silk of his and Qin Yan's life, which had been torn into the shape of a swallowtail. The barrenness of yin and yang, she can't cross it.

If there is no Qin Yan. As soon as this sentence began, he immediately felt a sense of guilt, and he jumped into the shape of teeth and claws, hating himself for making him wait too long. It was too painful, and fortunately it was scattered by the ringtone of the mobile phone.

It's not a moving company, it's a night. Yarin did not reject him, on the contrary, he felt sympathy.

"Yarin. "Tentative voice.

"Huh?"

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Arin smiled, and choked up immediately. On the day of Qin Yan's cremation, Ye Qianmo also came and talked about his marriage and his wife's betrayal. Arin's grief was assimilated, and he wondered why we were born in the shape of unhappiness.

"I've already contacted the moving company. She said.

"Have you found a house?" asked Ember.

"Not yet. I can go back to my own home. ”

Yalin told him not to use it, and Ye Qianmo just laughed. His expression when he appeared was like holding a beautiful gift box in the middle of a high school building.

Arin immediately laughed and said come in and have a glass of water. Both of them acquiesced, not in a hurry, and spent a lot of time narrating the first half of their lives.

Talking about the experience after that. Yarin had to think of his parents. Because the talent is not hers, we must remember the good gifts, the good years, and the compensation for the pain.

Sometimes she is also touched by her own human touch. That touching was the sigh of the old man in front of the fireplace of the castle. A nearby window was covered with snow.

Ye Qianmo couldn't say clearly, but he heard that he had moved out of the house, and before Yalin's laughter was shattered, he promised the same: "I will help you find your parents." Oh, and I'll take care of the company's business, too. ”

Yalin smiled and thanked him, and said halfway through the conversation: "Later, I realized that emotions also need to have sustenance, even if they are not good. ”

Ye Qianmo said: "It's not just emotions that need sustenance. For example, for middle-aged people, emotions need more home. ”

Arin was touched by his words, or was broken by a word. His side face hooked up, hooking her past. He is the witness, the only sharer, the appearance of any bottle into which love can be collected.

Yalin immediately realized that this was an infidelity to Qin Yan, and opened the fork and said, "Why haven't you seen Ye Yan recently?

Ye Qianmo's smile was fleeting, and he said, "I'm married." He later loved a girl very much, and he had a misunderstanding before, and in three years, he chased people back from the United States. ”

Yalin only felt a tearing pain, and was about to say something else, but Ye Qianmo immediately said, "He already knew that you were Yarin." ”

"What does the girl he likes look like?"

"Yuan Shaoxi is the same as her. But Nightshade doesn't love her. ”

No then. Ye Qianmo also generalized, and said, "I've been waiting for you to come back, and my thoughts have never stopped. ”

Yalin said goodbye, and even the night Qianmo was aware of her panic. Qin Yan loves her very much, yes, but Qianmo has loved her for a longer time.

Yarin had parted with love as early as her sophomore year of high school. Why are Ye Qianmo so smart, maybe they all failed in their hopes and all need to return.

Arin ordered himself not to think about it again. Ye Qianmo asked again: "Do you have a plan for work, and what are your plans for your future life?" The look of any bottle in which love can be put in.

The directors in the company really rarely bite her anymore. Yalin was watering the flowers on the balcony and went back to the bedroom, not knowing that he was wandering. When I looked in the mirror, I found that my face was almost demented. She smiled. A person's face can actually look like a nursing home, an empty city.

The same goes for the mind. But as long as she cares a little, she will find Ye Qianmo's sentence "I will also help deal with the company's affairs." The premise is that he has known it for a long time and acquiesced to it.

But now she was afraid of the emptiness.

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In the three days when I came back from Z City, Yizhen took oxygen at home every day. I don't know if it's a psychological pathology or something else, but I always suspect that the condition has worsened, and the doctor said that it is related to the swallowing of the medicine.

This is what she secretly consulted. It's never been so painful. It turns out that the suffering is not because of death, but because of the turmoil between life and death. At the beginning, she was almost in the mood of dying, parting, and felt that she should let go of everything. Love shifts from each other to life. It turns out that the subtle romance is the one who moves the most. Now she hesitated.

When I woke up the next day, my eyes were as red as two tangerine peel candies. Ember asks her what's wrong with you. The nose immediately became sore.

"Why are you crying?" he quickly pulled out the paper and wiped it for her while holding her, for fear that it would be scratched, which was a little funny.

Yizhen cried for the first time in three years. The louder you cry, the louder you cry, like tears and urinary incontinence. She covered her face with her hands and said I hate you so much, I really, really hate you, I hate you so much that I can't live forever.

Ember was so grateful that she could say that. But how pale and weak an apology is, if it were him who was lying on the operating table.

"Alright, okay girl. Don't cry anymore. I will be with you until I die. He said.

The crying grew quieter. I'm tired of crying. She collapsed in his arms, a melted snowman, a carrot-like red nose.

"Okay, okay, good. My little friend is very good. ”

When she heard it, she laughed, and her voice was still crying: "Who is your little friend?" ”

"My family's, my family's. Then he freed his hand to smooth her back.

Yizhen stretched out his hand to hug him, small like a newly formed child. He straightened up, still hugging, and gently leaned on the couch. Gently smoothing her hair again, she cautiously asked, "Are you uncomfortable again?"

Yizhen shook his head. As soon as I calmed down, I felt that it was bearable.

His smile is like a marshmallow, and the sweetness of a person is just right. "Don't think about anything. When you are in a good mood, your body can be good. Would you like to eat apples or oranges?"

I really thought about it and said cherry.

"I'll go downstairs to the supermarket and buy it for you. ”

"I'll go with you. "I really don't like to be alone at home now.

I don't know when the supermarket was renovated, but I didn't have any impression before. After thinking about it carefully, I realized that it was not the original supermarket at all, nor was it the original apartment.

Without paying attention, Ember swept the snacks on the shelves into the shopping cart.

Yizhen smiled and patted his arm, "Why do you buy so much? I just like to go to the supermarket." ”

He's so bad. It's the lollipop tone again, sweet to death: "It's okay, buy it if you like it." Bai Xin is coming back soon, she can eat better than you. ”

"How do you and Bai Xin usually get along?"