Closed the bedroom door and lay down on the bed in the morning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a daze, I remembered the conversation between Mrs. Zhang and her daughter, and even remembered the gaze of my daughter looking at her with her eyes squeezed.

Tear mole again.

It was his Han Qiushi who had a small round mole under the tail of his left eye.

I remember eating grapes with my mother, and when I was watching TV, I suddenly remembered it, and I was shocked at the time.

How can it be?

Although he is close to himself, it is only a sister-brother relationship between lovers who is higher than colleagues and lower than that of lovers, and he has never thought that there are other possibilities. Even when Manli was infatuated with him, she felt uncomfortable, mostly because she was obviously close to herself, how could she be caught in her Wang Manli's way, and her heart was unbalanced.

Besides, this is just a myth and legend, why are you so surprised? Even if it is true, there are more men in the sky with tears, who knows which one is?

But now, now, now, he Han Qiushi, I Xiang Chunzao, but they are all divorced again, is it a coincidence or fate?

How can this still be the case?

Now, when I'm single, do I have to fall into the cliché, find a similar master, and remarry? Or, as Manli said, put a satellite and meet love around the corner? Think about how funny it is? In a few years, I will start living as a fifty-year-old lady, and I still feel good about myself here, and I am not hypocritical?

Turning over, Xiang Chunzao lost his sleepiness, turned on the lamp, got up and got out of bed, sat at the desk, turned on the computer, and found the hidden folder.

I'm going to create a woman.

What kind of person should she be, what kind of story am I going to unfold, and where should I start writing?

Thinking for a moment, the mouse swiped, the thoughts flowed, out of control, Xiang Chun Zao gradually forgot himself, "crackling", and typed:

The old man who told the fortune said, "Alas, the time is also ......."

At that time, I was in my early thirties, and in the blink of an eye, it was today.

Time flies, ups and downs, staggering, looking back, in the sunshine, you can clearly see the woman looking into the distance.

The loneliness in the bones is deep-rooted, even if you drink joy and indulge in love, you can't help but be invisible, many times, like a lonely time alone, quiet and natural.

Immersed in the splendor, or calm, or blurred, in the face of all love, I would rather endure the pain of the skin than the soul wandering in the tangled grievances of the red dust.

Turning away from the hustle and bustle, burying those pains and sorrows quietly on the road of the past, your inadvertent afterglow may be the mound I built with my own hands.

The lonely woman said to herself, others think that you are miserable, endless tribulation and separation, and the green lantern is accompanied by impermanence, in fact, I understand and accept fate.

Therefore, I am willing to go to bed early when I am discouraged, because there is still my world to aspire to in my dreams, and I am also willing to see the blue sky and the shadowy mountains and rivers in the distance, because I believe that in addition to suffering, there is more joy. As long as the heart is full of love, there will be a bright brilliance in the lonely loneliness.

If you know how to feel, you will gain power, right?

I still remember that afternoon after the rain, the trees were fresh and rich green, the road was wet with light and shadow, and the birds were singing happily. Walking alone on the noisy street, the beauty that was given to me in an instant was like a kind of belief, which gave me the courage to chase the happiness that flickered and flickered.

So, although I am lonely, I will not be discouraged, I want to write my own story, although lonely, but also colorful......

Stopped, seriously modified, finally it's okay, finished saving, stretched out his arm to Chunzao, straightened his waist, and was just about to turn off the phone, "Knock knock", there were two gentle knocks on the door.

The door was pushed open a crack, and Liu Miao poked her head in: "Mom, it's midnight? You are still typing? I was woken up by you." ＂

"Oh, I remembered something, and I was afraid that I would forget, so I quickly wrote it down. "Oops, how did you forget that your daughter was at home, in a hurry, turned off the computer, Xiang Chunzao turned her head to look at her daughter, "I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you sleeping." ＂

"Cut, are you still embarrassed to talk to me?" Liu Miao rubbed her eyes, "I haven't seen you for a few months, my mother is too powerful, I don't use paper and pen for notes, I use a computer instead?"

"Go, go, I'm tired, but I have to sleep, you should go to bed quickly. "It's so dangerous! I almost let my daughter find out the secret, went to the door and chased her away, turned around and went back to bed.

I turned off the desk lamp, looked at the dark ceiling, and was still thinking about the names of the heroes and heroines, what kind of names should I come up with? Where do I start the story? If you start the main line of the story based on yourself, Manli, Lanni, Lao Li, as well as Qiu Shi, Lao Bai, and Gangzi, should you also melt into it as prototypes?

Does it work with bitter moles and tear moles?

Tear moles?

Han Qiushi!

Oops, Xiang Chunzao suddenly remembered that the day after Mrs. Zhang found out that she had a bitter mole, Wang Manli occasionally noticed it, and she also went to the Internet to check and shout, and talked endlessly.

At that time, Lannie was reading a novel, and she was attracted to check it on the Internet, but for some reason, the more she read it, the worse her mood became, she fell and stumbled, and her tone of voice was not friendly. Thinking that she would lose her temper from time to time, she didn't care about Wang Manli, and let her temperament go.

Now that I think about it, it should be because of Han Qiushi, right?

Although it has not been confirmed whether they have ever been skin-to-skin, after all, the two have been in love, Lan Ni should know that Han Qiushi has the tears highlighted on the webpage on his face, and it is understandable that he is unwilling to listen to Wang Manli and throw his face that day.

It's not right, they have already broken off their relationship and gone their separate ways, how can they still have such a big reaction? Is it jealousy? Or can't let go of it in their hearts? How should I understand it correctly? Xiang Chunzao turned sideways, curled up his legs, moved his body, hugged each other, closed his eyes, and continued to think.

Oops, Lan Ni wouldn't associate herself with Han Qiushi, right? Maybe she thought about it at the time, so she was unhappy, and she should have been relieved later, right? Otherwise, after so long, how could something unpleasant not happen?

However, this is good material to write into a novel, and if you think about it, many people and things in front of you can be turned into stories in books.

It was a night of inspiration, and if it weren't for my daughter's home, I would have been typing until I had no strength.

Sleep, sleep, nourish your spirits, and when you are alone, talk freely about the article. Xiang Chunzao hypnotized himself: sleep, have a good dream, tomorrow will still be a sunny day, no wind and no rain. Halfway through the night, people have slept, only a crescent moon hangs quietly in the sky, watching over people's happiness and sorrow, speechless and speechless.