Today's mood is a bit dull, like the sky overhead, dark and low.

Everything was so dim, like an old movie from the last century, muddy and lifeless.

It's like a shadow of this world.

There are almost no people passing by on the streets, and no one likes to walk through this dim shadow, as if they are hiding.

But there is nowhere to hide.

If it weren't for that girl, I would have gone back to my room.

I kept my eyes on her because she was the only pedestrian on the street, the only one walking in the shadows.

The heavy shadows of the trees pressed down on her, burying her deep in the darkness, and seeing the light of day.

She was like a drowning person, surrounded by something called despair, and she couldn't get through.

Like a shadow, lifeless.

But I know no, and the shadow will have its desires.

Besides, she's not a shadow.

She can often find some bits of sunlight in the shadows of the trees, and she also enjoys the brief brightness in the intervals between the trees.

It's small and slim, but it's hopeful.

She paced in the thick shadows of the trees, she hesitated in the dim light. She struggled to leave despair behind and find a glimmer of hope.

The road was not long, but she walked for a long time, and it was difficult, as if she was struggling.

There are two ancient trees in front of the tea house, and the dense foliage blocks all sunlight, even if it is a wisp of darkness, there is never one.

She stepped into the shadows of the trees, her form getting darker and darker.

She lost her shadow.

"Is the girl here for tea?" she bowed her head, and I couldn't read her expression.

"Hmm. She nodded, but kept her head down.

"Please. I led her into the tea house.

The lights at the tea house were bright enough for me to see her clearly.

She wasn't as depressed as I imagined, nor haggard as I imagined.

She's strong.

"Phew, it's so stuffy today. The girl took a deep breath and exhaled again, breathing air like a suffocating person.

"What would the girl want to drink?" I asked her and walked over to the counter.

The girl was suddenly stunned, and the brilliance in her eyes dimmed.

I suddenly understood something, and reached down to remove the tea basket.

"Floating. "The girl's voice was a little erratic, a little evasive.

It's like, back in the darkness.

Until I offered the girl a floating life, the girl was silent, as if she had lost her mind.

Empty.

-

This must be the first time I've written down the story between me and her.

My name is Yu Yan, and her name is Wushu.

Drifting away, there is no book.

I am a cheesy person who does not want to see mountains, seas, and flowers.

It's no different to me.

But it wasn't until I met her that I suddenly realized that the wind can melt snow and ice, and the rain can nourish all things.

And she can capture my heart.

-

The girl held her cup and smiled. Smile sweetly, smile sadly.

But she didn't shed tears.

I didn't open my mouth because it was a float, not a mayfly.

-

In fact, I didn't think that the person I loved would appear in front of me in this way, and I didn't think that I would reciprocate my true feelings to her who I thought was a passerby.

Perhaps, it's just the wrong time.

At the right time, I saw the right post, met the right people, and made the right decision while visiting the tribe.

There was a mistake in the accident.

I'm a superficial person, and I was attracted to her at first sight.

She looks like the smoke and rain in the south, delicate and soft, soft as silk, just by looking at it, she can't extricate herself.

It seems that she was born to be liked.

The word "like" should be the two cruelest words in the world. For these two words, I have persevered for so long and paid so much.

And because of these two words, he fell all over his body.

Wushu's character is diametrically opposed to her appearance, if her appearance is the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, then her character is the cold wind of Mobei, cold, stubborn, pedantic, and rigid.

It's frustrating, it's frustrating.

But she is also gentle.

If I was only attracted by her appearance at first, then I was imprisoned by her tenderness, unable to break free, and did not want to break free.

Her gentleness is natural, unmistakable, and absolutely impossible to pretend.

It's the gentleness I love.

I like her.

I pursued her.

I did everything I could, and finally won a little favor from her.

This is tantamount to the excitement of winning the grand prize.

I reveled in the tenderness she gave, and she was willing to give me her tenderness, which was a happiness that belonged to me and her.

But there is one word, called good times do not last long.

This should be a catastrophe that all couples can't avoid.

I had a fight with her, and it was very fierce, very noisy, and very decisive.

That was her determination.

It's the first time I've cried so badly, the first time I've lost my temper so much, the first time, I'm on the verge of breaking down.

I was reluctant, I kept it, I called her and cried into the phone for more than forty minutes, which was a plea I had never had.

Someone has said that your reluctance to give up your pleading, in front of someone who doesn't love you, will only bore her.

And this crying probably exhausted her already thin good impression of me.

But it's a blessing that it's finally back together.

After getting back together with her, we started a club and covered some songs.

After that, we broke up again.

But I wasn't sad, I wasn't very happy, it was as if everything was just as expected.

I accepted her breakup, but I couldn't bear to disband the club because I really invested too much in it.

After that, we got back together again.

This time, she is no longer as reluctant as before, and there is no strangeness and estrangement before, as if she likes me.

It's a dream-like memory, a sudden beauty.

It was also a sudden despair.

One day, she told me that her mother asked her to find a boyfriend.

I'm really, really, powerless!

I want to get her out of the pool, I want to be far away from her, but I can't.

I even lost contact with her.

I was like an outsider, and everything about her could only be heard from other people's mouths.

Even if she committed suicide by taking medicine, I could only listen to my friends.

This is a kind of pain that cannot be helped!

I didn't go to class, I didn't go to exams, I only had her in my head.

In the snow, I knelt down and begged my mom to take me to the city where she was.

Fortunately, the first thing she said when she woke up was my name.

How sad it was, when she woke up, she told me that she had another girl in her heart.

That's supposed to be it, the Hades Palace has been gone, how can you not see the person you love the most in your heart.

I didn't cry with her, I didn't mess with her.

This is my last stubbornness.

During that time, my world was gray, a kind of despair that collapsed.

My friend couldn't stand me like this, so she went to her and asked for an explanation, and only got four words.

I'm confused, sorry.

I'm sorry?

One of your apologies made tears drown my heart! You know what? You know what!

When I went to her with my last hope, she told me that we couldn't even be friends.

Two people who have seriously liked and been together very seriously can't be friends.

She gave me a list of all kinds of mismatches, and the inappropriate ones of the lists.

I think about the beginning, she always said that I was too young to understand what she wanted, that I didn't agree with her.

I thought it was all going to be fine.

But the facts destroyed my naivety.

In the days that followed, I often couldn't help but want to see her space and see her happiness.

But I held back.

I can't live in her shadow forever.

-

"It's all over, and I will live happily in the days to come!" the girl laughed and cried.

The tears in the corners of his eyes reflected the light outside the door.

The clouds receded.

And I took the glassware, and took off the teardrops, and put half of them into the cup, and half of them into the altar.

I looked out the door at the growing brighter world and lowered my eyes.

"Thank you, sir, for your inconvenience today. The girl shook my side and turned around.

Girls still look better when they smile.

I returned to the tea house and saw a memory card that the girl had left on the table.

I don't know what's inside, her picture, her voice, or her video?

But I know, it's her.

(Idle Tea House, Mr. Ming's private emotional platform.) Sometimes I will send it to everyone to see, if you like it, you can leave a message)