"Bai Mo! Are you sick in the head? Call the police? In case he is fine, it is illegal to report false police! And who do you think you are? Who are you? Not even the most basic family relationship! What qualifications do you have to go to the police! Why should people tell you news about him!"

looked at her with a look of hatred, and when he heard her thoughts, he couldn't help but shout.

Xia Wei, who knew the real situation, how could she allow Bai Mo to report a false police.

"And, you say he's missing, do you have proof?!"

A deep sense of powerlessness spread in the bottom of my heart, and tears rolled in my eyes.

Throwing my phone on the bed, I walked to the balcony to the side, watching the sunset in the sky gradually obscured by dark clouds, and my thoughts drifted farther and farther away...

Her mind was filled with memories, and little by little they were constantly playing in front of her eyes like slides.

His eyes were gradually blurred by tears, his heart was like a knife, and the strength in his body seemed to be gradually withdrawn, and finally, he sat down weakly in his chair. Glancing over the notebook on the table, she pushed away the chair and sat down, picked up the pen and quietly wrote down her mood at the moment.

I thought that the meeting of two people was on a parallel line, even if the front was full of fog, but there was still no hesitation.

However, as I got closer and closer, I suddenly realized that they were two intersecting lines, staggered past each other, walking in two different directions, so far away that there was no end in sight.

Sure enough, life is like this, every time it starts with the best story, but it doesn't end with the best story.

Vigorous love comes and goes quickly, once the passion fades, what you get in exchange is nothing more than a void after all.

If it is simple, the water will flow for a long time, maybe it will be noisy for such trivial things as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, maybe that is the real life!

The so-called love, but seek peace of mind.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

It's a pity that they met the right person at the right time, but maybe, in the wrong place.

Perhaps, as the book says.

Don't forget, don't expect repercussions.

If the edge comes, it gathers, and when it goes, it disperses.

And I will bury you in the bottom of my heart and gradually forget about you......

After all, when I'm sad and sad, there will be other people who care about me and will be unhappy with me. ’

Xia Wei stood next to her and looked at her side face distressedly, "I'm sorry, Xiao Mo, you will meet the one who will be better to you in the future..."

......

Young and immature, you smile like a flower.

Ignorant and confused, affection sprouts in the bottom of my heart.

Never forget, hard to let go,

for thou art my concern.

The sky outside the window, the night rain is dripping,

It tells the beginning and end of the story.

At the right time, caught off guard,

Two flowers bloom, and the sky is on one side.