In order to help the soaring eagles heal the gibberish caused by their mental disorders and restore their happiness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info was walking on the road on the shore of the lake with her arms on her shoulder, she looked at the big lake next to the road, and her heart couldn't help but ripple, the big lake was different from the past, it was so beautiful, she was like a huge and beautiful landscape painting. The sky was blue, like a great mirror, shining on the great lake: in the north there was an endless grassy pond, surrounded by weeping willows and cattails, hanging down soft and silky branches, which looked like clouds of smoke drifting in the wind in the distance, blown by the breeze.

They haven't been anywhere, they are all talked about, soaring eagles under the cover of flying catkins, where it looks like a sick, holding arms against the chest, but like a loving little couple, what a good couple!

If you don't get into a conversation, who's to say that the soaring eagle is a gibberish madman!

However, these are superficial phenomena, in order not to add further pressure to the thinking of the soaring eagle, so it is not allowed to outsiders to see that he is a mental patient. Only the catkins fly in their hearts, the pain is pressed in their hearts, and tears can only flow to their hearts. It's not that I'm amorous and nosy, and it's not that I can't find a man, it's just helpless. Because, the soaring eagle is sick for the love of catkins flying, and lost consciousness for love.

I can't have no conscience, and I can't abandon him, so I can only continue to hold his arm and look for memories along the places I went that day.

At this time, the two came to the ordinary and beautiful river in the middle of Dongguan Street in Zhugen City.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight was reflected in the clear and transparent river, the river water was crystal clear, and the water flowed quietly as it did that day. The difference is; More beautiful than that night, more gentle and sweet. As if the moon and the flowing water of the river were also sympathetic to the catkins flying, it was silently illuminating itself and bringing us joy.

At this time, the two came to the bridge of the river, standing at the head of the bridge, holding the railing, the evening breeze blew slowly, the river flowed quietly under the bridge, splashing from time to time, sometimes jumping a small fish, that white posture, under the bright moonlight, as if deliberately performing for them.

The catkins immediately stretched out his sleek little arm, revealing his slender fingers, pointed to the splash that had just risen in the river, turned around, faced the soaring eagle, and asked; "Do you remember? That night, you sat on the railing of the small bridge, I snuggled in your arms, and the radio revealed a beautiful music, which was the moving music of Chaoyanggou Yinhuan going to the countryside, and I hummed along with the radio in my mouth; Walk up a ridge, climb over a mountain, the air in the ravine is so fresh......"

"What nonsense," the soaring eagle glared at its round eyes, which were terrifying, as if it was going to eat the other party, and denied it: "There is nothing at all." ”

She looked into his frightening eyes, listened to the answer, and felt very uncomfortable, "Alas," she had to sigh, what can be done! He is a mentally ill person, he can't be bothered with him, if he is a normal person, dare to say this in front of his girlfriend? It's too late to brag about it. However, now it is different, encountering white eyes and denial, I have to ask myself: why are mental patients all shown on their faces and eyes, so that people can see that they are either stupid or neurotic, because they keep muttering: "She died, I killed her." She died, and I killed her. ”

"You can't say two heart-warming words, why do you keep cursing people."

He didn't react, he wouldn't talk sweetly to please his girlfriend, he held on to the railing, he was stunned, and he continued to mumble in his mouth.

It seems that relying on persuasion to find memories cannot achieve the desired effect, so what about the effect of playing music and listening to opera?

Music is the most evocative way for people to evoke memories, and I know it deeply, when I was at school, whenever the group sang the Internationale: "Arise, hungry and cold slaves, arise, people who suffer all over the world!" The blood is already boiling, and we must fight for the truth! The old world is falling, and the slaves are rising! Don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world! This is the final struggle, unite until tomorrow......" The voice seemed to bring people back to that era.

She decided to give it a try, and immediately turned on the radio, tuned to the music channel, and looked for the moving music of Chaoyanggou Yinhuan going to the countryside, so that the soaring eagle could listen to it well, so that she could recall the situation at that time.

However, the tune came back and forth, and it didn't come out, the opera that was played that night.

Without the same music, you won't get the same effect.

However, the tune of Henan Opera, the geographical location is the same, and it is also at the bridgehead of Xiaohe, if tonight, or according to the way that night, continue to sit on the railing of the bridge, sit in his arms, snuggle, his ears close to his chest, listen to the breathing sounds, and continue to fiddle with the buttons with his hands, you can still evoke memories.

So, she immediately pressed the soaring eagle to the railing of the bridge, sat on her lap, and collapsed into her arms. But he couldn't do it, because he didn't cooperate, he kept dodging, and no matter how he pulled, it was difficult to complete the action of sitting on his lap and falling into his arms.

He timidly pushed away the catkins and stared at the round eyes: "Who are you, a strange." ”

"Mean woman......" She was so angry that her head was about to explode, this was the first time in her life that she heard someone scold herself for being a cheap woman.

"Alas," she sighed, it was impossible for her to sit in her arms.

Because, he lost the passion of that night, the romance of that night, and the happiness of that night.

She is the same, because the soaring eagle has nothing to make a woman happy, except for insensitivity, or curse and hurt, so some are just sad and lost.

Looking at his fool-like movements, he could only secretly shed tears, hating his own life and God's injustice.

At this time, God seemed to see the catkins flying in her mind, sympathizing with a woman's plight, and the bright moon covered half of her face. The sky changed, it was overcast, and it became foggy with the cries of the catkins, and the breeze blew and drizzled. It's like a girl's tears.

Although the breeze was light and the drizzle was fine, the green grass by the river was still so green!

However, she couldn't erase the pain in her heart, and with the drizzle, her heart became even more miserable.

She was also afraid that the soaring eagle would see the pain in her heart, and her thoughts would add pressure, so she deliberately turned on the sound of the radio, although the radio station broadcast an excerpt from the Chaoyang Ditch of Henan Opera, but the taste changed, and she became painful and sad, and she could no longer hear the beautiful silver ring and the excitement of leashing up the mountain.

The rest of the tracks, which sound like they've been out of tune.

She had to choose the station again and transfer to the local station in Zhugen County, but she didn't know why, once she was unlucky, she stuffed her teeth when she drank cold water. Unexpectedly, it was played that Yinhuan went to the countryside and encountered frustration and was shaken by his thoughts, and Yinhuan was upset when he saw everything. She is determined to leave the poor ravine, aggrieved and resentful, sad and painful singing; And the singing is euphemistic and emotional, which makes people sad and tearful .......

The radio made the catkins fly, the more sad they listened, and the more sad they listened, the more they cried, and at this time they were already crying like rain.

God moved, and a misty drizzle fell, and the rain was mixed with a breeze.

She stands under the drizzle, let it drip, and wash away the pain!

Let the breeze blow on your cheeks and blow away your sadness!

I only hope that God will help the catkins fly, retrieve the memory of the soaring eagle, exchange for the happiness of the two of us, and let the lover finally become a family.

However, despite the catkins flying and crying in her throat, although the bangs on her cheeks were blown up, there was no sign of improvement in the soaring eagle.

At this time, the catkins finally realized what it means to be sad and what is pain. It is the psychological venting of people when they are in distress and despair. I thought; Love can overcome everything, and who knows that sometimes there is no power. I thought that love could fill the regrets of life, but it was love that created more regrets. The clouds and sunny days are short, and they are constantly repeated in a love. If you change a person, it won't be evergreen.

At this time, the opera of Chaoyanggou Yinhuan returning to the city appeared on the radio, which was deliberately played by Zhugencheng for the catkins to fly.

When she heard that; "Where am I going? Where do I go? ”

The bank's singing is sung to his heart.

The catkins flew and began to reflect; "Yes! If the soaring eagle's mental illness can't be cured, the memories are ineffective, and his memories can't be awakened, what should I do next?

So, she had no choice but to shed painful tears as Yinhuan sang, "I ask my heart, my heart asks...... Where am I going? Where do I go? ”

It seems that these words are deliberately sung to the catkins Feiyang, do you stay to fly the eagle, or leave him?

If you leave him behind, you will have to guard a ruthless, unrighteous, crazy, crazy and crazy lump of wood for the rest of your life, and you can only hear muttering: "She died, I killed her." I could never hear the second warm words again.

When I was a child, I heard a story, "Wood said to the fire; "Hug me!"

The fire embraced the wood, and the wood smiled and turned to ashes!

The fire cried! Tears extinguished their .......

When wood falls in love with fire, it is destined to be burned. The consequences .......

How many days and nights are there in a lifetime? The result?

"Alas," she sighed again, what a wretchedness! Why is life so difficult to ....... At this time, the drizzle also stopped, and the mischievous wind blew, blowing her long shawl hair to dance to the "rhythm". When the breeze blows, it is said that he should be intoxicated, but where is he intoxicated, there is no sign of admiring nature. The persuasion of the old mother came; "Life is hard! Even if married couples, it is difficult to guarantee that they will grow old, as the saying goes: husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes, not to mention that you are not husband and wife! Is it really a madman to live a lifetime? There are many good men in Zhugen City, can't they look down on any of them, and if they have to marry a madman, what is good about him? ”