The second ninety-ninth round of helpless love

Murong Tianyu stood there in a daze, watching the figure on the boat gradually get smaller, gradually blurred, and gradually there was only a little black shadow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he knows what he has lost. Strange, can you say that you have lost something that you have never gotten at all?

He chuckled twice in his heart, just let them be together, Xingzhu will not have a hard life in the future, and finally a lover will eventually become a family!

From this moment on, Xingzhu will never belong to him again! It will never belong to him again! Twenty years ago, he didn't get her, but God also gave him a chance for twenty years.

In the past twenty years, he still can't touch her heart, he still can't win her favor, he still can't carry more weight in her heart than another man. What can a man do if he has failed so much? What else can he say? Today, he still can't get her, and he has lost that little hope forever!

Alas! he sighed.

Xingzhu is his whole world, losing her is equivalent to losing the whole world, is there still a place for him to stand in the world?

Alas, yes, there is no place for him in the world!

So, where should he go? Death? What is death?

He gently raised his head, rested his head against the trunk of the tree, squinted, unconsciously looked at the sky through the leaves, and gently replied to himself: "Death is a relief, a long sleep, a state of chaos and ignorance. ”

"Is it beautiful?" he asked himself again.

"It should be beautiful, at least more beautiful than the world. Ignorance is beauty--- because there is no worry, no desire, no desire, no trouble. ”

"Are you sure, then, that the other world is chaotic and ignorant?" he asked himself.

"No, not sure!"

"What if the other world is more complicated, more distressed, more full of contradictions, more full of pain than the human world?"

He laughed to himself.

"Then you should never think of 'escaping'! The greatest escape in life is to escape from this world to another world, and if you escape to another world but it is more disturbing and painful than this one, isn't it too much sad?" he felt his heart contract and tighten and ach sharply.

Twenty years ago, he also thought about death, but he didn't die, because he still had hope, he still had to take care of her, he still had to love her!

Now, she really doesn't need him, she doesn't need him!

He had lost her completely, whether he had ever had her or not, no matter how stubbornly he had hope, and now, it was all gone, even the last bit of hope.

How can a man lose everything, and lose it cleanly, like him?

He closed his eyes, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

A person gently handed him a silk scarf, he took it, opened his eyes, and it was the young man named Lu Longjing.

He couldn't help but be a little confused.

"A knot," Lu Longjing said softly, "You have to untie it slowly, Mr. Murong," he sighed softly, "There are many things in life that no one can help. ”

Helpless!

Murong Tianyu looked at the young face in front of him for a long time, that pair of eyes was deep and sincere, and that tone was sincere and gentle.

He frowned slightly, yes, helpless!

Yes, yes, helpless!

Although these four words seem to be plain, they are actually the greatest sorrow and pain in life. Anyone encounters such a thing, you can't struggle, you can't struggle, you can't resist, even if you cut your body apart, and your heart is cut into thousands of pieces, but you are still helpless! Even if you would rather turn into ashes and fall into hell forever, you still can't get back what you have lost--- maybe you haven't gained it at all.

Murong Tianyu sighed lightly, looked at Long Jing's all-knowing gaze, and said in a low voice: "I understand, but," he sighed helplessly, "I still love her, even at this moment, I already know that there is no hope, I still love her." I love her, a desperate love--- a love that has no choice. I've tried to let go of this obsession, but I still can't help but love her. He shook his head helplessly, bitterly: "I can't help but love her!"

Long Jing nodded.

Murong Tianyu looked up at the river, and the boat had turned into a small black dot.

He retracted his gaze, looked at Long Jing, and smiled bitterly: "Thank you." I know you're also a man of temperament, and I hope you will get what you want. ”

Long Jing smiled: "As long as she lives well and can be happy, isn't it your greatest wish." So, you can also rest assured. ”

Murong Tianyu smiled.

Nanjing Zhongfu.

Nangong Shaoqiu, Qingxu, and Shui Rou wanted to say goodbye to the Zhong sisters, but Zhong Mengshuang kept them in every possible way.

It's late at night.

Ji Youyang sighed for a long time and couldn't calm down his heart, when he first met Bingshuang, he was so amazed at her elegance and dustiness, the white clothes like snow, like clouds, like flocculent, like a white swan with its head high, under the background of the wind and snow, floated away, like a Lingbo fairy.

It was so profound, so clear, so long etched in his mind, in the deepest part of his heart, that he could not forget, let alone erase.

In the short three months after meeting Frost, in the dead of night, he would involuntarily think of her, and the lovesickness became deeper and longer, making him feel that these three months were longer and more difficult than the twenty-five years he had lived. He let out a long sigh, looked at the night sky, looked at the empty courtyard, and whispered:

"When the sun sets, the sun is gradually turning away,

It becomes a desolate court.

Listen to the cold,

There is no shadow of geese in the clouds.

Deeper people go to silence,

But according to the shadow of the wall,

The lonely lamp reflects each other, and the wine has woken up,

How do you spend the night?"

After chanting, he let out a long sigh again, and was about to go back, but he heard someone sighing in the dark, and he hurriedly followed the voice. There is a rockery in front of the house, and there is no human figure in sight: "Who is it?"

"You only know that you have infinite sorrows," a woman's voice floated faintly, "but I don't know what is even more sad is that 'the soft intestines have been broken for no reason,'" the woman sighed and groaned:

"It's hard to be the most,

East-west flowing water,

It's hard to meet in the end.

Shallow affection is like the end,

uncertain,

It's still in a dream.

Poor people,

thinner than clouds and water,

Jia will be more difficult.

Pondering has never,

Broken intestines in many places,

Not the same as the fan. ”

Ji Youyang's heart moved, he had already guessed who she was, and hurriedly said, "Who is the girl?"

"Don't care who I am," said the woman, "as long as you know that there is someone more miserable than you." ”

"Why do you want to be like this," Ji Youyang heard this, and was even more sure that she was the person he guessed: "Doesn't it make me more uneasy that you do this?"

"I'll wait patiently. The woman said.

"No," Ji Youyang walked towards the rockery: "Miss Yushuang, listen to me." As he spoke, he had turned to the back of the rockery, but it was empty. He was stunned, and only after half a sound did he sigh deeply: "Miss Yushuang, why do you want to suffer yourself like this?"

Why did she suffer herself like this, he silently thought to himself: Why do you want to suffer yourself like this? Why are you still so obsessed, still so stupid, knowing that you will not have a chance?