Chapter 28: Wang Sen's Diary

There was a howl of "deal", Alain's voice came from the corner of the west head, and the long English word "DEAL" swirled over the office.

Wang Sen, Bing'er, Wu Xiao and Sun Jian hugged each other, showing knowing smiles and long tears. The long "deal" cuts through every corner of the Hangzhou-air trade.

In the office of Tong Ping, the governor of the east, Wu Tong and Tong Ping drank tea together. Hearing the cheers of this "DEAL", they all walked towards Wang Sen and them, Wu Tong looked at the contract in Wang Sen's hand: "150,000 US dollars", Wu Tong gently shook Wang Sen's hand, "Congratulations, Wang Sen." Tong Ping continued: "Wang Sen, congratulations... ”

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The moonlight tonight is very bright, Wang Sen sat quietly at the head of the bed, tears couldn't help but flow, the curve of life is too tortuous,

Sometimes, there are big ups and downs, and when you suddenly understand that moment, life is like a blank slate, making you feel powerless. No matter when, no matter where, the deep layer of the core is always in the wandering to break the status quo, and the pursuit of the avenue is often at that moment!

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 Those years of thoughts, the polishing of the years, have been blunted......

On the day when the wind rises, it beats the heart full of melancholy.

Accustomed to standing alone in front of the window and staring, and also accustomed to walking alone on a strange journey, those strange scenery, blurred vision, let him wander in place.

Sometimes, the years go by, and the sad music is remembered.

The kind of inscription that goes deep into the bone marrow, just bit by bit, plus a little entanglement of memory,

The moment of departure, leaving a pale aftertaste.

No, by no means, that's the prelude to life, the title page of the poem.

Perhaps, a lifetime of watch, a little pen and ink faint portrayal.

In the face of reality, this quiet, washed away the flood of minds, full of expectations, are fixed in front, although a landscape painting, but tranquil, sincere, a little sketch, but full of charm.

Fleeting time------

Years and months, at this moment, I wonder if you are hovering at the crossroads with the wings of your heart.

When I looked up at the sky, the clouds flew over as before, in that clear sky, how many dreams were carried, but I didn't see your colorful activity. So he traveled alone through unfamiliar deserts or cities, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and across the galloping bloody years and youth. Lonely, passing years, just like that, in waiting, one person one day and one grave. In the long reverie, there will always be people who have become who's who·····

This kind of entanglement comes from a kind of psychological "unfortunate" realism!

Wang Sen wrote, "

Unfortunately for me, it's always a philosophical pain.

Unfortunately, she is always imaginative.

Unfortunately, he always misses purity.

We have all lost so much, but what we have gained is the simplest misery

In the depths of memory, a brief time together, and then it is wasted........

Wandering, leaving that deep self-reproach

Once, the good memories make us look back frequently, and the love and hate of Xuanming have rippled a few times

Now, it's more of a decadence, creating a faint apathy.

Now, she needs my pure once embellishment, because she's too young.

All he needed was an educational totemic worship of church prayers.

Staring into the distance, the sky in the sky, is it blue?

On the horizon, in the depths of the white clouds, who is most concerned?

No wind, no waves,

There is wind, there are waves,

Windy, no waves,

No wind, no waves

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Looking back indifferently, the evening breeze is blowing,

It's just that the evening breeze doesn't know sorrow, and a little reverie is in the heart.

Reverie is passed on or not, who knows...

Who do you think of?

Who's at the end of the world?

Wang Sen is an emotional person, and he will be sensitive to the things around him, and he is also very suspicious of my inertia, but in the eyes of others, this is just a kind of pretentiousness, a deliberate fake.

I remember when I was young, a casual smile left behind the charm of the words. A gentle question will pull the beating heart. Those dream blues woven with heart will always hang in the blue sky overhead, calling for the passion of yearning all the time. In those days when the catkins were flying, there were always some unclear and unclear sorrows infiltrating some love.

Once upon a time, life could have a little sorrow, laughing at the dark, passing through the dawn, facing the rising sun! Maybe the standing posture was too isolated, maybe the seat position was not rooted enough, before the storm of life came, it was not like a boat roaring in the rushing waves, or it was crumbling with the waves.

Years later, Honghu Dazhi is nothing more than a joke, breaking his head, still wandering at a crossroads. Between tomorrow and today, still a little dazed and lonely,

Xiao Xiao, who dreams of the end of the world, is crying, mixed with some sorrow, but there is always a deep passion that has nowhere to release, or cannot get rid of.

Can he take a touch of nostalgia and chase today.......

Standing at the crossroads of life, how to choose?

Ask the sky, ask the earth, ask me, or ask 。。。。。。 ？

Countless nights, all kinds of possible focuses, chases, carries, lost, forgotten,.......... All of them are turned into faint outpouring and orientation in the reverie of music.

------- alone in the lonely night, removing the armor of reality, listening to the inner voice, finally, unscrupulous, quiet, stealing, sad, high-pitched, silent.... , to make everything so realistic, without a mask...

Perfect him, inner her, once liked her, now him, imaginary her, legendary him...........

After all, she is just in the dust, and the years have washed away her beautiful figure,

But the beauty that is absent is no longer important, only his deep sigh and more affection.

It turns out that he and she are not only chivalrous and tender, but also the emotional derivatives that embellish the journey of life.

In the dead of night, Wang Sen's mind conjures up a bustling snack street in a university town. Time passes, many of the past fade like clouds of smoke from another world, but that street is more and more real. She savoured it fondly, chasing that unforgettable memory from afar. He was willing to caress her smiling face and indulge in the satisfaction of intoxication.

After countless struggles, I feel tired and haggard, and as a result, I have lost a lot. As the years passed, the bustling street in his mind blended with his life.

Life is like this, looking forward to, disappointed, waiting, longing''''''' sorrow is coming. N years later, I found that life is a painful process of maturity, and when I have the illusion of wanting to succeed, in the end, I don't know what success is, I only remember that the original needs are not needs, and I always wander like this''''''

That forgotten or forgotten footprint, in the endless sky, leaves a faint color.

Perhaps there is a stubborn seriousness about beauty. She is a sign of life, an end to the pursuit.

In the twilight of the setting sun, the thoughts are not only a romantic heart song, but also a prose essay that others cannot understand, with the poetry of painting and the warmth of poetry. The sky, the sunset, the grass, and the leaves are all intoxicated, and the glass of water reflects her speechless smile, but I have collected all the subtlety.

For many years, she and him had never been defined, but there were too many of them to be separated.

Recalling those times together, turning over the dusty softness, those carelessness, those casualness, those happy words, those wordless tacit understandings, the wisps, bits and pieces, warm this bitter time, accompanied by the silence of the night. suddenly understood that behind the beautiful lie, he deceived her, but he couldn't deceive himself who was still attached to her, and behind the smile, loss would sell his soul.

"YESTERDAY ONCE MORE", the nostalgic tone lingers in the ears, counting the memories of the past, with loneliness and loneliness, embellishing the bits and pieces of the past, revisiting the memories of time over and over again, chewing over and over again, and the distant ones will not come back, only the eagerness of longing is as good as yesterday. Say goodbye, say goodbye, say look forward to tomorrow, but who can easily erase the marks of the years, how can the scabbed wound be healed?

Why do I always miss it, why do I always feel sad easily? If love can come back, will I laugh with her and see tomorrow? If time can be turned back, will I go with her? Thoughts are scattered in the depths of my heart, pain spreads in the bottom of my heart, and only on such nights, I can only sit quietly!

I finally understand that the poverty of emotion, except for her, I really can't think of who I would like to walk with!

I don't want to deliberately embellish such uncertainty and confusion. My mind was a blanket of thoughts, aimlessly circling a jumble of thoughts, a puddle of dead brains in my head, but it only knew how to absorb what little nourishment I had.

Maybe life does not have beauty and grace, and you will faintly realize that there is also a beautiful existence in his dependence with her.

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The cold and beautiful face evoked the emotions that were not enthusiastic in my heart, and there was a hazy pain----- it was indeed because I had lost too much of her, and I deeply hated the immature behavior at that time. But I don't know where the pain is, and I feel an inexplicable suffocation in my heart. Unconfident and suspicious, always tugging at the nerves in my heart.

I think that recording this decadent state of mind in words allows me to feel that they are still the same after N years, but I have the ups and downs of the vicissitudes of life, which is a final choice for myself and ---her in my heart.

------------ Let it be, she is still in my heart, the only difference is that I have the composure to experience the beauty of life!

Alone in the middle of the night, quietly savoring the loneliness, my world has also been noisy and crazy, crying and laughing. This lonely night was so long, and occasionally, the croaking of insects added to the quiet.

---------- will think about the passing youth and the footprints of the watery years, I will think of many people, and think of those who used to be with me, who have existed but are also vague, they are no longer real, no longer so persistent. Endless melancholy, everything is just an untitled caprice. I don't know where those who have been with me are now, or what they are doing. We have crossed paths in this finite life, and we have become irrelevant because of ignorance and naivety. Maybe it's just that on a sleepless night, I think of those people and things that may really exist for no reason. Existed? maybe!

IF YOU WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, YOU MAY BE A FAMILIAR STRANGER AFTER GOODBYE, AND WHEN YOU ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE, YOU WILL JUST SAY HI, WITHOUT THAT KIND OF FAMILY AFFECTION AND LOVE SUSTENANCE.

In such a casual mind, many people and things will only appear in our artistic conception, just for fun at a certain moment! In fact, many people and many things we don't want to mention again, nothing about happiness or sadness. Even if it is a mistake, it will not forget the beauty of the mistake because of the mistake, and leave a moment of memory - the past is unbearable. When we calm down, there are those dusty things that we don't want to mention, which are often the most precious things in our hearts, and often what you have pursued, which you want to pursue after the passing of youth written in blood, but I still give up. Nothing about her qualities, her identity, her appearance, just the pursuit of the endowment.

I used to suppress this feeling to pursue madness, and it became a moment of nostalgia tonight-------------

The most terrible trace carved by those times is not decay, but the oblivion and obliteration of the master. So I began to miss my childhood.

This is a tangle that I can't untie, and even begins to entangle indistinctly. At the end of the road, he began to laugh at the naïve things of the past. Now I don't dare to have that pride anymore.

I know: I am fragile, as pure as the first snow, but I have to be packaged like a warrior, a warrior who is calm in the face of everything. I want to insist on myself, but who can defeat the reality that everything has to be faced? endure, retreat, close, but, ''''Look at the bruises all over my body.

It is decadent like this, like the stubborn rock by the lake, and an ant can make obscene movements on its body.

Standing at the intersection of dusk, watching the fallen leaves and wind leave the branches, just like looking back on the old past, the cold wind penetrated through the bottom of my heart, blowing away my once smiling eyes, blowing away the ambition of the man, the past is vivid, unbearable to look back, cutting the constant sadness entanglement in the heart, wandering alone at the intersection of the past, looking back again and again, seeking again and again, the once had, difficult to find, drifting like water, just like the fading of time, I can only see the changes in reality, the past can not be retained, slowly drifting away with the wind...... Silently counting this incomprehensible function of life, the extrema of my derivative?

Sitting like this, everything is like water drifting, and it comes to naught.

It was when I was a junior in college, and I took her hand and went around looking for a gluttonous snack, and I was very poor at the time, but that kind of wandering was affectionate and realistic.

When the hawker shouted and shouted, an innocent smile appeared on her thin face. Once. As I gazed intently at the emotional cries of the popcorn vendor couple, her gaze fell silently on me. When I suggested that I was going to sell popcorn after graduation, she used the logic of the medical profession to say, "Your cells are in the development stage."

And then, I laughed, and she smiled, actually, she smiled really sweetly~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She asked me, I'm going to work in the hospital after graduation, don't you leave me, okay? I gladly agreed.

In the years that followed, there was too much of her and lost her,

Similarly, because there have been too many of her, I think she is the best~~~~

The change in personality, I don't dare to think about the days together that year. For 6 years, I have been in the dust for many years before the moon and her stroll, in the city far away from her, so obscure, but who knows if I gave up in the bustling city and returned to a remote city like this, is it reminiscence, repentance'''''''?

On this special day, I just want to say to her:

~~, at this time, you won't know that someone is thinking about you, the report says that you have a long-term and large-scale drought there, will you have water to drink?!

Perhaps, seeing each other is relatively silent, the passing years are sleepless tonight, and the result of nowhere to escape is to precipitate the past, calm days, I don't marry, Waiting for our trip to Sanya after many years, but ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How far away forever ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Let everything go with the wind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

--------------------------- Wang Sen's diary