Whoever is emotional, and who is sad.

The world is not a place to be reasonable, and there is no right or wrong at all.

She once heard that in ancient times, there was a great tsubaki, with 8,000 years old as spring and 8,000 years old as autumn.

If the tree is like this, how can a person be worthy?

Thousands of years of life are indeed lonely enough.

So, perhaps, she felt that she was just too lonely at the time.

Until later, she never knew why she followed him like crazy in the first place, wanted to get him, and even did such a thing for him.

But she didn't remember it either.

Perhaps, it was just greedy for a little pleasure at that time!

Since she was born, she has never been so happy.

In the evening, when the birds in the sky were gone, he took a small boat and slowly reached the other side of the river.

After a while, she also arrived on the other side of the river.

When she went ashore, she could already see the lanterns flying in the sky.

The lanterns in the sky shone dimly yellow, warm like a childhood dream under the stars in the middle of summer.

Countless rays of light filled her eyes.

Even though the people had seen it before, they gathered happily.

It was as if she had already seen it, but she still ran over involuntarily, followed him involuntarily, and looked at him involuntarily.

She didn't know why.

There are words on the lanterns.

Actually, there was one last night.

I don't know where to start, and I always fall in love.

A deep love.

He turned out to be confessing?

But to whom?

She stood in the goose-yellow light, looked at the lanterns, walked forward, and found that he happened to turn his head to look at the photo.

He's — looking at her?

As if yes, he was looking at her.

She blushed all of a sudden, and hurriedly lowered her head.

And when he looked up, he was still standing there.

The long wind blew his clothes, and he looked like a jade.

His eyes were particularly bright, like starlight, looking straight at himself like that, which made people a little breathless.

I don't know, it's the starlight under the eyes or the lanterns in the sky.

The bright moon is bright and flawless.

It was as if the ground was sprinkled with silver, and the silver was shaking, especially dazzling.

And he walked down the long street, walked through, every corner.

And she still followed him, neither near nor far.

However, this night, she always wanted to be closer, closer.

It's just that she didn't dare.

I don't know why, she didn't dare.

There were only a few people between them.

However, it seems that there are tens of millions of people.

She didn't dare to move forward.

Maybe it was the fear that disturbed the lively scene, or maybe it was just because I didn't dare.

I've imagined countless times what it would be like to like someone like this.

Will you be as addicted to it as that sister?

Will it be sad?

Will it be painful?

She is finally so happy to be able to live so happily.

However, it takes a lot to like someone.

She was afraid of being unhappy.

In this world of fireworks, she just wants to be plain and happy, listening to the river flowing every day, and watching the sunset every day.

At that time, she realized that she was such a person.

She turned out to be such a timid person who had always lived in her own world.

However, she was not very surprised, but felt very happy to accept it.

She doesn't want to live a beautiful life, but just wants to live a plain and simple life.

In this life, she doesn't want anything to bother her, she doesn't want to be fettered, she just wants to live carefree.

However, she looked at him with such a blank eye.

Maybe she's really emotional, she thought!

She just stood there, watching the people around her,

Suddenly, I felt like I was lost in the crowd.

There was always a voice in my heart telling me to walk over, go over and tell him.

However, she is very timid, has been resisting, has been resisting.

It wasn't until later that she burst out of the crowd.

She told herself that as long as she rushed out and he was still in sight, she told him.

So, she rushed out one by one.

There were countless people around her who cursed and disgusted, and she ignored them all.

When she finally came out of the crowd, she looked in front of her, and there was no sign of him.

She thought that she was finally liberated, but she didn't feel liberated in her heart, yes, she didn't feel liberated, but felt that her heart was sour.

It was like an empty place.

This feeling has never been felt before.

When I was a child, when I first knew that everyone else had a father and mother, and she didn't, she just stood by and muttered, oh!

And later, when everyone else went home, she was eating alone in the school, and when she watched other people's parents fly kites with them outside, she just glanced at it lightly and didn't feel anything.

But this time, there was nothing that should belong to her, but she stood there, slowly squatting, feeling something sour in her chest, as if something was missing, and she could no longer breathe as usual.

Is there something missing?

Or are you too hypocritical?

However, it was true that he lost the bet.

Walk slowly down the street, just wait until the wind is gone.

Only a bright moon shone brightly, and the whole land was bright.

She walked slowly towards her little inn.

The inn was still far away, but she was not in a hurry.

She walked idly on the street, looking at those who hurried home, but she was very envious.

Inside the home, there are dim and warm lights waiting for you to come home, and in the house, there are wives and children, and there are delicious meals at home.

And she, none of this has to worry about.

Because, she didn't have any of them.

All she has is herself, just by herself.

Walking back, the number of people on the road gradually became scarce.

A bright moon hung lonely in the sky, and there were a few birds perched on the flower tree next to it.

They may have sensed the demonic aura in her, so they jerked their heads up, and then saw a woman walking idly on the street, so they went back to sleep.

Even the birds can sleep peacefully, but she has no intention of sleeping.

There were fewer and fewer people outside, and finally she was the only one left on the long street.

The long wind blew from one end of the street to the other, as if there was no hindrance.

Perhaps, she is nothing to the wind, or, to the world, she is nothing.

She is just her, her own.

The distant wind blew off the petals of a tree, and she stood under the flowering tree, just remembering what he looked like at that time.

Especially that faint smile, which made her especially unforgettable.

Perhaps, she is just suitable for living alone.

The wind on the road gradually dissipated, and the surroundings were completely quiet.

She walked, watching the flowers and trees in the distance get farther and farther away from her.

When I walked to the inn, the whole inn was dark, and the guys in the store seemed to be asleep, even the guests were asleep, and only the night watchman sat at the counter and was drowsy.

She didn't wake him up, and went upstairs alone.

Lying in bed, I didn't think about anything, I closed my eyes tightly, and I was about to go to sleep.

It's just that I haven't fallen asleep for a long time, but I'm more awake.

She didn't force herself anymore, she just lay there, thinking about nothing but looking at it.

After a long time, she fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

Golden daylight poured in through the window.

She never closed the window when she slept, because she liked the morning sun shining on her, just like when she lived in the woods with her people, every morning, when the dew was still shining in the treetops and grass, the golden sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves, and the dew shone brightly, and when she opened her eyes, she could see the crystal dew crumbling on it.

After leaving the tribe, she didn't miss her people very much, the only thing she missed was the golden sunlight of the morning.

And today, the sun has been shining for so long before she woke up, maybe she was really tired last night!

Now that I think about it, last night's events felt like a dream.

And he was just a scenery under that moonlit night.

After walking and seeing, the rest is just a picture, and then, that picture must gradually dissipate.

What is left behind is nothing after all.

She stood in front of the window and saw that the pear blossoms had fallen one after another, and the rest was nothing more than some residual flowers.

It's just that there's still a burst of fragrance.

The flowers have already fallen, and the reason why there is still a floral fragrance is only because, the time is not long enough.

If another month passes, the flowers will compete for beauty, who will remember the snow-white pear blossoms that bloom in early spring?

In fact, humans and demons are the same, they are both good at forgetting.

Forgetting is always very simple.

And she's better at forgetting than more people, so she's not very worried.

She is destined to see the scenery alone, however, what should she not do alone?

In the past few hundred years, she was alone, didn't she come over like this?

So, she wasn't unhappy.

She didn't feel like she was missing out.

Because if she really wanted to catch up with him at that time, then even if it was across a galaxy, she would be able to overcome all odds to find him.

I can't find it, just because, she doesn't want to find it so much!

That's what she thinks anyway.

Perhaps, I don't like it that much.

It's as if my sister likes that mortal.

This is the loneliness of that night, which is always unforgettable.

She was like a tree that suddenly sprouted in a moment, and it seemed that she was no longer willing to spend time in solitude.

She wants to live a good life and live like a real person.

However, she didn't dare, she didn't dare to do anything, she didn't know it herself.

It's just that she didn't dare.

Push open the door, and the inn still ushers in the send-off.

The guys are already busy.

And usually, she is usually drinking tea and reading books, so today, the guys still think she is reading books and drinking tea.

There is a consensus among the guys, that is, don't bother the boss casually if there is nothing to do.

She slowly walked downstairs with her pomegranate skirt.

The streets had already begun to be lively while she was still asleep, and at this time, the people coming and going, the carriages coming and going, the noise and noise, filled the whole street.

And that's what it looks like.

It's just that she doesn't know why, she has always had a feeling of being missing.

She doesn't have any dark psychology, she feels that the world owes her, or her parents owe her, or her race owes her.

Never, she never had those thoughts.

She just wanted to stand still for a while.

It's just that I always feel that something is missing.

And what is missing, she herself can't say.

The days passed like flowing water.

The flowers on the peach trees on the street had withered, and the flowers on the pear tree in front of her window had already withered.

Nowadays, people gradually forget the snow-white pear blossoms and the red peach blossoms, because in the middle of summer, there are so many flowers competing with each other that no one remembers the only joyful color on the streets in the early spring.

Forgetting, indeed, is what everyone is good at.

However, at this time, she especially could not forget.

It's not like she.

She has never been one to like to forget.

When she was a child, she picked up a kite outside the school that others had forgotten, and she flew happily with the kite.

The kite was broken, there was only a shelf, no string, and she finished the afternoon happily.

In the evening, the man who lost the kite probably remembered the kite, so he hurried to look for it, and just happened to see her flying around happily with the kite, so he snatched the kite and asked her why he had stolen it.

She stood there and quietly replied that she had picked up the kite here.

The child looked at her with angry eyes, then threw the kite to the ground and stomped on it more than ten times until it was trampled to pieces.

She stood there silently, watching the kite shatter little by little, without saying a word, until the child left with a smug smile.

Standing in front of the kite, she looked at the child's distant back, saying nothing, and without any expression on her face.

Later, when night fell, she picked up the broken kite on the ground, and then went out into the woods, dug a pit, and buried the broken kite.

By the next day, she had stopped thinking about the kite.

She went to the school to listen to the teacher's lectures, and when she went to eat after class, she never remembered the kite a little.

It's just that I always see the child who stepped on the kite yesterday always looking at him with a triumphant expression.

And he didn't know it for a long time, in fact, she had forgotten it a long time ago.

She likes to forget because, she knows, there are some things that are not worth it and cannot do anything about it.

It's not hers, she can't get it.

Because, she has never had the privilege of crying with her parents.

So, simply forget.

If you forget, you can not be entangled, not distressed, not worried, and not sad.

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