The computer turned on, a little dazzling, and An Xiaoxue reflexively closed his eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoCompared with before, when he was holding the computer and scrolling through Weibo every day, An Xiaoxue suddenly realized how happy he was at that time, and now he suddenly opened Weibo again, what does it mean?

On the computer screen, Xiao Xiaoduan, who she liked, smiled slightly, as if it had never changed. Time, if you stay in that most beautiful time, how much happiness it should be, but unfortunately, too extravagant things will never be realized.

opened Weibo, An Xiaoxue clearly remembered that the last one was about the last drama about the cooperation between Ouyang Qianwu and Xiao Xiaoduan.

The last drama, although it has a relatively perfect ending, is just in a hurry, and the final explanation is not so clear, so An Xiaoxue is in his own small world, and he has a coquettish.

Weibo wrote: For us who are loyal to the drama, no matter how outstanding the idol in our hearts is, not the ending of every drama is the ending we want in our hearts, therefore, there are a large number of writers, regardless of age, use their fingers to tap the keyboard, write down the ending they want most in their hearts, or perfect, or regretful, after writing, everything is still starting from scratch, continue to chase the drama, those writers who have no purpose, have been entangled in the male gods and goddesses in the play, perfect at their fingertips......

Weibo is attached with a still of Ouyang Qianwu and Xiao Xiaoduan, with An Xiaoxue's own PS text on it: Even if the play is not perfect, it doesn't matter, perfection in reality is always the most important (smiley face).

That period of ignorant youth, that period of carefree campus life, Xiao Xiaoduan and Ouyang Qianwu, the fairytale love between the two people, is a specimen, and it is the most beautiful yearning in everyone's hearts.

Seeing the words he once wrote, the past scenes were clearly reproduced, and just when An Xiaoxue was looking forward to the new works of the two of them, the rumors of the breakup covered the headlines of the entire entertainment industry.

Since then, An Xiaoxue's Weibo has stopped updating, and all the dramas she chased later have nothing to do with these two people, she hopes to see Xiao Xiaoduan's works again, even if she will only appear alone, but there has never been.

time, can heal, but not heal......

By mistake, I saw Ouyang Qianwu's new drama again, the space in An Xiaoxue's heart that she had deliberately avoided seemed to be gently knocked on the door, what did she want to record, or rather, what did she want to recall, even if she knew very well that all her expectations were just in her illusory dreams, and would never appear in the sunshine of reality, even so, she was willing to guard the most beautiful love in her heart, and smile and look forward to chasing innocence in her heart......

An Xiaoxue had a lot of words in her head, but she didn't know where to start.

It's late at night, and my thoughts are inevitably a little unclear.

An Xiaoxue sighed, tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and wrote quickly:

We are not from the same world, but I can look at you quietly and analyze you, you are a very good person, loving husband and wife, and cute children. But your uninhibited will show your childishness at any age of you, and if you can live long enough, I believe that when you can't grow old anymore, your lonely figure will tearfully hold her hand, because there will be no more disagreement at that time, only deep love......

After writing this, An Xiaoxue didn't take another look at the computer, directly pressed the shutdown button, and immediately got into the quilt, trying very hard to forget all the information that appeared in his mind just now, until the alarm clock jingled the next morning.

An Xiaoxue rubbed her eyes and struggled to get up, she suddenly realized that writing something casually can relieve many things that are psychologically entangled to a certain extent, and the effect is good, only she can know, if you don't even want to know, then no one will ever know.

However, from this moment on, she never looked back at everything she wrote down casually, but when she wanted to write, she left it there after writing.

This weekend, I could have slept in and make up for the lack of sleep yesterday, but I can only blame myself for forgetting to turn off the alarm clock the day before, so early, when I open my eyes, I can't sleep again.

Get up, wash, eat breakfast, look at your phone, there is still no movement on WeChat, it seems that Xiao Ai and they are still sleeping like pigs, so An Xiaoxue got back into the bed and continued to chase dramas.

At the end of the play, the ending was perfect, but An Xiaoxue was not so happy, she saw the vicissitudes that Ouyang Qianwu had now, and knew that the time had indeed come quietly.

The calmness and melancholy in the play reminded An Xiaoxue of Ouyang Qianwu in reality, she didn't know what he was like in reality, whether he also had such a deep voice, or was melancholy and fascinating.

However, for Ouyang Qianwu, An Xiaoxue's likes and dislikes for him still stay at Xiao Xiaoduan's affirmation of him, and she firmly believes in her heart that the person Xiao Xiaoduan can be sure of should be excellent.

It's just that this trace of melancholy in the play suddenly made An Xiaoxue have some inexplicable strange thoughts, if, just if, if Ouyang Qianwu in reality really has such a trace of melancholy, will it have something to do with Xiao Xiaoduan many years ago?

The answer is definitely impossible, because the happiness of the beauty can be recorded in history, but no matter what thoughts are made, what An Xiaoxue's mind can never erase is the existence of Xiao Xiaoduan.

The more I think about it, the more chaotic it becomes, just turn on the computer, quickly write something, and then quickly forget about these tangled little details, I guess it will be better.

It's a good idea to move your fingers and pass the time next weekend.

Speaking, the computer has been turned on, Weibo, yesterday's update, I really don't want to look at it again, it seems that this small world is really a good place, the troubles in the future, stuff it big, haha, think about this, An Xiaoxue is secretly happy in her heart.

Click to write a new Weibo:

Why, in my happiness, I see your melancholy; It's obsession, let me, lock you, in perpetual memory; Yawning, tears, snot, that's just your memory, my insistence, I shouldn't remember it again; Once, earning enough, my tears, of the goddess, there are your memories.......

Writing this, An Xiaoxue himself doesn't know what he wants to express, perhaps, just a stupid guy like himself, he has been holding on to such a thing that no one cares about anymore.

The inexplicable incoherence made An Xiaoxue's mood confused.

Unconsciously, her finger clicked on the new Weibo again, but this time what she wrote was confused, and when she glanced at it after writing, she found that these words also scared herself......