Chapter 270: Waking Up (6)

Tie Wunian smiled slightly, helped Hou Ye up, and after placing him on the sofa steadily, he took out a blanket from the study, shook off the dust on it, and draped it on Hou Ye's body!

After doing all this, Jian Wunian stood up, slowly walked to the window, looking at the dark world outside, he sighed, although he had forgotten a lot, he had not forgotten how to smoke, and took out the "expensive cigarette upstart"

After lighting it, he took a puff and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and his eyes became a little melancholy!

Time flies so fast in the blink of an eye, but I am afraid that turning around will be a lifetime, I only dare to look back, looking back and savoring the taste of happiness and bitterness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info life is very simple, simple and boring, but the experience is extraordinary, but also complex and annoying and upsetting.

It feels like living in a dream, although it is far away, there are good memories and happiness. In this corner you can be whimsical, like walking into a fairy tale, as you like, with relish. There are happy smiles, silent crying, and senseless shyness. Imagine what you should think and what you shouldn't think, what you should have and what you shouldn't, imagine if you could start all over again, just think about it, think about it.

And the dream will eventually wake up, life is still the same, enjoy the beauty of this dream, taste the happiness, only at this time can you enjoy it. The happy past in this world does not need to be fruitful, as long as there is this process, it will be forever. It is enough to think that time stands still, even if it is eternal in an instant, and it is already memorable and infinitely happy......

Hou Ye found it and woke up, but what about Jiang Guo and Fan Chou? Where are they?

What else can they go to besides here? The clouds outside are so heavy, where will they sleep tonight?

Jian Wunian was very worried about them, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt in his heart, what if something happened to them!

It turns out that we are just passers-by in the red world, there are deep traces of fate on the Sansheng Stone, there is no you and me, fate is why there are so many people seeking above, with the transformation of the annual ring, the alternation of time The river flows slowly, is the regret that the years have changed life? Or does life change the years? The flow of time has made me forget everything in the world, but it has prevented me from having the most beautiful encounters I have ever had.

Fate has left us with too much sorrow, but we can never forget, forget that faint sadness

In the sad years, I wandered silently alone in the dark night. Looking at the stars in the night sky, the painful memory came to my heart

Memories of happiness and sorrow. Leaning alone in front of the window and reminiscing about the past, there were nameless tears in his eyes. A feeble sigh in this quiet and sad night.

How many joys and sorrows in the world, unsatisfactory staggering, leaving an unforgettable memory, and then scattered in the wind and dust, and the unforgettable pain has become a kind of long itch, inadvertently uncovering the scars left by the years. People are learning to forget all their lives, but there are so many bodies that can't help themselves, when the light crosses the loneliness of the night, and the wisps of light sadness that emerge from the faint sadness, always infected with a helpless emotion. Reminiscing, old years, lonely yourself.

I will always be confused about an emotion, why do those careful cares become dusty, whether they can't bear the vicissitudes of time, or can't withstand the polishing of time? The handwriting engraved on the Sansheng Stone, why is you and me only missing? Those poetic chapters are not a continuation of sadness with a turn of the pen. I often meditate on myself, whether I am not warm enough, I am not good enough, or I am too emotionally fragile, and I will die if I experience a little wind and rain. And after all, we didn't give the years a grip, and a play was taken apart to act, but we became each other's bystanders.

How far are hearts from each other, and why are they always unable to see each other's positions? In a thought, it is already the end of the world, and it is so simple to turn around, and the barrier of a chasm has finally become an embankment that cannot be ferried. Time is getting old, so can the memories be dried? Those pictures that were inadvertently spliced together touched someone's pain and torn someone's sadness. I often interpret all my thoughts in the rain, and the raindrops hit the glass window strongly, and the drops of water are shocking to a kind of heartache. The rain intertwined with troubled thoughts and twisted into a knot. I really want to open the window and run into the rain, for an intensive baptism, and let the rain wash away all the heartbreak and peel off all the loneliness.

Often unwilling, a staggered encounter is so poignant, if all the heartache is too persistent, do not know how to let go freely, then who will appease the loss of time? I always wonder if the years have failed me, or have I dragged them down? Otherwise, why can't you get out of the whirlpool of your own turmoil? Always silently reading in paragraphs of text, looking for chapters with the same mood, only to find that all the sentences are not deep enough. I also wrote late at night, scribbling the outline of the happy encounter at the beginning, but I was infected by sadness again and again, it turned out that a person's dialogue was so humble, and a one-man show without an audience was so pale and powerless.

A love affair always takes a lifetime to be complete, so how to direct a perfect ending? We all lost to endurance and became each other's spectators in various evolutions. Memories are like floodgates that cannot be closed, always pouring out in the lonely midnight, and the sad tentacles are stretched, tearing the night mercilessly in loneliness. The meteor has passed by several times, and the stomach is full of words on how to pour. Always wondering, in the lonely midnight, have you ever had the same loss? The moment when a meteor slips down can be amazing?

Gradually, I learned to disguise, shuttling through the hustle and bustle of the world and wrapping myself with a smile, but I couldn't hide my sad eyes. If a smile is the antidote to sadness, I'm not always looking for a reason to be happy. In the face of the current of thought that often arises, he always admonishes himself not to be too stubborn, and he will not get any comfort from the one-man show he writes and acts, and he always tries to get rid of the faint sorrow that fills his heart, but he can't find an excuse to forget.

Often silent and a corner of time, counting the years to see the smoke and rain, the drifting clouds and clouds, have you ever understood the loneliness of the sky? The far-fetched retention can't grasp that wisp of tenderness after all. There are always so many feelings in the world, for a heartbeat, but in the midst of separation. I always wonder if there is no such gorgeous encounter, and you are still you, and I am still me, then will each other live a comfortable life, waiting for a simple. If we meet again, then can we leave behind the prosperity of the eyes, pick up a piece of fragments and splice them into the amazing spring flowers.

(To be continued.) )