316 Love, never let go

-Enchanted Garden-

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year

02: 10 AM

"You will be blessed today: that you can fulfill your true wishes, and then you will know that the wishes you have made now are not your true wishes. The voice of the angel echoed in the air, softly, faintly, as if from time immemorial.

Minseok and Suka looked at each other, reminiscing about his words.

After the angel left, the two found that the garden had returned to its midnight appearance. With his departure, all this magic seemed to be tired, tired, and bored, so he went to rest for the time being, and the magic was like a sleepy woman, retracting her behavior and appearance, closing her eyes, and gradually falling asleep.

He was here, not here, and both of them felt that the angel had not gone far, and although he could not see the angel's figure, his voice was very clear, and there seemed to be an echo, and the language seemed to be particularly thought-provoking.

Minseok thought about the angel's words and felt that it was very reasonable. He really doesn't have any real wishes now, as for what he said, it's just a temporary number, people, are looking forward, are looking forward to the future, sometimes, on the road of life, walking, walking, how the past was, is not so important.

"What happens in the world is melancholy, don't ask Hengtang about the old tour. "The old days are no more, often like the bleakness of autumn.

For the past, he has been light-hearted. When he saw that girl, his heart was already light, the breeze and the moon were clear, the two had nothing to do with each other, and he didn't have so much attachment.

Seeing her, not seeing her, the past is gone, time can't go back, and those regrets can only be regrets. It's not so much that there's anything left, I'm afraid it's only memories.

For Minshuo, his heart is not engraved with vicissitudes, but because of premature independence and hard work, he already has annual rings in his heart.

The smile of the past, and the youth that once came to the face, perhaps, are just the red dust dyed by the ink on the edge of the forgotten river.

You say that it is picturesque, my Tao is like a dream, and in the end the prosperity is gone, but it is like a year of water, who still remembers that year?

Write a love note and tell a story about the past.

The blue sea, smiling lightly, desolates the face.

Loess, guqin, vain fireworks.

Ice jade, boundless, sent away the spring breeze.

Moshang, plain clothes, hasty for a thousand years.

Unharmed, white bones, Xu Banzuka is out of chaos.

Ink fragrance, prosperous, half blue and half falling flowers.

"But you also have to know that there is no perfection anywhere. So, no where, there is no perfect love of Cinderella. The angel's voice came again, and both of them were a little surprised, thinking that he was gone.

"Love?" said Minseok and Suhka.

"Why are the pink arrows so desperately chasing, have you ever thought about it?" said the angel.

"Since you still have something to ask us, why did you leave so early, you are a thousand miles of voice?" asked Minshuo.

"Sometimes it comes and goes, there is a degree of relaxation, and there is a way to lie down. The angel's voice was more ethereal, Xiuxiang listened, her brain made up his expression, she felt that if she couldn't see the angel's person, only listen to the voice, she would definitely feel that this was a very unfathomable person, because of his appearance, both of them ignored his voice, just thinking about it, Xiuxiang thought again, she was confused again. The angel said that the voice comes from our cognition.

It's your own cognition, which is improving.

Xiuxiang felt that these theories were still not easy to master, and it seemed that it was not easy to learn magic.

"That's because love is the hope of this world. ”

"Then, if we are not shot by the arrow of love, is it good or bad? Hideka asked.

"It doesn't matter if it's good, it doesn't matter if it's bad. The angel replied.

"So, what exactly are we supposed to know?" asked Min-suk.

Min Suk felt that Xiuxiang's questioning always failed to grasp the most critical point, rather than going around and saying so much, it was better to say it in one sentence.

"As long as you live, never lose love. The angel's voice seems to be singing, "Love will never forsake anyone." If love is water, then whatever form it takes, it will follow you for the rest of your life. There is no one who has no love in his heart, and there is no person who is full of love in his heart, no matter the ends of the earth, even if the water turns into dew drops and raindrops, it will eventually return to your heart, from the heart, and finally to the heart. ”

"Where there is love, there is light, where there is love, there is hope, where there is love, there is a future. Love can heal pain, love can be renewed. ”

"Red Arrow, is it our love?" asked Sukka, and Minseok shook her head and asked, "Which color arrow is the love of our hearts?"

"You need to understand it for yourselves. ”

"Just tell us. Xiuxiang said.

"I don't want to tell you what love is, but I can tell you what kind of heart can have love, a steady stream of love. The heart there, the heart of the blue arrow of the future, is your true heart, only the heart with the future is your true heart, I want your heart, always red, hot, beating, without a trace of dirt, I want you to be happy, in the way you want to be. ”

Xiuxiang couldn't help but feel the itch in her palms, so she tightened her fingers and wanted to scratch it with her fingers, only to find that there was a pink note in her hand, and when her fingers touched the note, she instantly understood the words on it, which said, If you want to return here, just a mark is not enough, you need to be reborn.

Xiuka clenched her fists, and the note disappeared.