"I thought we had reconciled, didn't I?" Zhang Yizhe walked over, took the slice of your ham from Ye Xiaohua's hand, looked into her eyes, and said seriously. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If he had the ability to see, he believed he would have cut her open and see through it bit by bit.

Everyone says that women have needles in their hearts, and this is really not groundless.

"We're fine, we're good, I've never had a fight. Why talk about reconciliation. ”

"Are you talking from the heart?"

……

Be. No. What is the words in the heart? Ye Xiaohua did not speak.

"Ye Xiaohua-" Zhang Yizhe gritted his teeth, he already smelled the cold smell of rejection, and he breathed in such a low voice, didn't he do enough, what did he want?

At that moment, she guessed correctly, she would decisively turn around and exit, and leave in style.

Sure enough, he stood up suddenly, and said viciously, "It's okay, I know you haven't taken me to heart, you can do whatever you want, right? Wait a minute, how long will it take? I think I can't bear you. Since you don't want to be together, don't be together. ”

Zhang Yizhe "snapped-" and slammed the door directly.

Ye Xiaohua shook suddenly, and the breakfast in her hand fell to the ground suddenly.

He didn't have the patience for a word from her now.

After a period of silence, Ye Xiaohua raised her head, looked at the blue ceiling, her eyes were hot, she raised her head, and said quietly: "It's not that I have to, so why get up and have to be together." ”

Tears left in the corners of his eyes, day by day, day by day, full of jars, until one day he could no longer be surprised, and the tears were overwhelming.

All regrets are to wait until the later life is bumpy and round, and there is no way to break through, before doubting the original choice, but everything has already become a foregone conclusion.

Zhang Yizhe didn't know that at this time, the next one, when they saw each other again, was already a matter of fact.

Perhaps, she is destined to be lonely. Lonely journey, she thought she had figured it out and could clean herself up, but the situation was obviously all contrary to her imagination after all.

Ye Xiaohua only left a sentence for Zhang Yizhe: If you can't wait, you can't wait, if you can't wait, I'm leaving, if I can't wait for you, I have to leave.

That day, Zhang Yizhe finally regretted coming back, but she left as if she had never appeared.

When he returned, the living room was no longer as soft yellow as usual, and all that was left for her was endless darkness.

At that moment, Zhang Yizhe only felt very uncomfortable in his heart, like blocking a stone, but then he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the place where Ye Xiaohua disappeared, he suddenly thought, go...... It's okay to go.

He was accustomed to the days of her existence, and the existence of the two of them was highlighted by the fact that the days had been quiet.

Their love is like running on the playground, one of them walks slowly, the other snorts and runs, Zhang Yizhe chased Ye Xiaohua in a circle, and Ye Xiaohua avoided Zhang Yizhe in a circle. After a long time, it slowly became a tacit understanding. When Zhang Yizhe passed by Ye Xiaohua, he would look at her with estimation and praise, and Ye Xiaohua also smiled quietly at him.

For him, this is the beginning of an unintentionality, but for her, it is a conscious pursuit. What a romantic thing it is for a man to deliberately create a chance encounter just to see her!

The girl's cardamom heart is a dark cloud that can be associated with a rainbow.

Perhaps the romance of these years is too promising, most girls have this romantic expectation in this world, and there is an inexplicable obsession.

Later, the girl discovers that dark clouds may not have rainbows, and begins to slowly regret her almost obsessive infatuation!

She silently chased the back with her gaze. When the back disappeared from sight, he looked up at the moon. When I was young, the moon was big and full, and the moonlight diffused the heavens and the earth, enveloping all beings for a night of soft and good dreams. I just felt dizzy.

Is it that from the beginning, he was already her person, and you have indeed walked where she walked, but she can never catch up with you.

I also wondered if it would be if it became what he liked, and they would be able to stay together for a little longer.

In the mirror, he stood behind him, carrying a net bag that he had forgotten. The panic on his face has passed, and only indifference remains. He probably waited too long in the rain.

"I know you're looking for him, and I do know where he is, but I'm sorry he won't let me tell you. He said!

He told her he would.

She hesitated, not very resolute, and opened the corner of her memory, and saw a pair of lovers who were entangled in the corner of the dilapidated Buddhist shrine.

They were kissing, their lips rubbing violently, their hands bound each other like ropes, and their chaotic voices were filled with despair and pain, as if they were trapped in the abyss.

They were kissing, their lips rubbing violently, their hands bound each other like ropes, and their chaotic voices were filled with despair and pain, as if they were trapped in the abyss. The rain spun down from the leaky eaves, and it fluttered endlessly. Just like the love they can't hold themselves.

This scene lasted for a long time, and her voyeuristic enthusiasm gradually turned into sadness, because the scene was too much like a funeral.

If it is a funeral for love, the two seemingly protagonists are just martyrs in struggle. When they returned, they held hands together. Mine is cold, his piping hot. The residual warmth in the palm of his hand was still so hot as always.

She was in the clouds, and the pulley was a little bit of tears.

He saw that she was so focused, without gentleness and doting, but full of affection. I heard that the eyes of the flounder are connected, is there only one figure in her eyes?

The frog jumped so high, just to let the swan see it, right? Ye Xiaohua thought that she would not love anymore, but it was so painful again, she worked so hard. She works so hard, she likes it so hard, but ...... When will he know.

No matter how painful it is, everything that has been said will be buried by time, whether you love it or not, or happy or sad, everything is the same, it will be buried and covered by the yellow sand of time, and everything will never be remembered again.

All is unimportant. What can be important than yourself. It's like without him, you still have to eat and drink the same.

How sad is she? She is slow to react, and probably all the pain only starts to hurt when she loses.

Tears flowed down the drain. (To be continued.) )