readx; Pei Xiaomiao clicked on one of them casually and came seriously. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"August 13th, cloudy.

How many days has she been gone? As much as I tried to forget, I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't.

The pain in my chest reminded me that she was really gone.

This is the twenty-seventh day.

It seems that since she left, the weather in the east has not cleared, and I hate rainy days, rainy days...... On a rainy day, I made an appointment with her to stay at home and nest together on the sofa.

Actually, I really want to show with her, although I have always vetoed it on my lips and kept laughing at the meaning of that kind of show that has no nutrition, but only at that time will she show a big smile, which I can't do no matter what I do.

Is it because of my boredom that she wants to leave me?

I miss my child so much, but I miss her even more......"

Pei Xiaomiao's writing was sour, and her nose was a little sour.

Then, she clicked on the second one.

"December 1st, snow.

It snowed, and the days passed like this for half a year.

When it snows, I can't help but think of the day I went to the rose garden with her. That day, she begged me to let her go. It's the most hurtful thing I've ever heard in my life.

How I wish I could be a little more shameless and tell her no.

She was the one who provoked me first, so why should I let her go?

However, I couldn't say a word in the pain, and I walked away like that.

I heard that if you kiss your lover at the beginning of the snow, it will be easier to find each other in the next life.

Such ridiculous statements, how could I believe them?

If I could do it all over again, I would definitely not leave, and I would definitely give her a kiss at the beginning of the snow. ”

These logs are like old silent films, and Pei Xiaomiao is projecting the original experience in her mind.

Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth......

It wasn't until all the logs in the folder were left behind Pei Xiaomiao closed the folder trembling slightly, and there was a hint of redness in her eyes.

"Written?" Jiang Junhao focused on official business for a while, and as soon as he raised his head, he sniffed desperately, looking sad.

Pei Xiaomiao was taken aback, these logs, and then this face that has become more and more mean and handsome after years of precipitation, she was a little speechless for a while.

Jiang Junhao frowned, one, more than three hours have passed, and it will be time for lunch after work.

He stood up and walked around behind her, leaning over slightly.

The sudden approach made Pei Xiaomiao can't help but protect the computer: "I haven't written it yet!" ”

"Didn't write it well?" Sensing her inexplicable nervousness, Jiang Junhao straightened up uncomfortably and stared at the computer screen.

After all, her hands are small, how can she block the huge screen?

Jiang Junhao immediately took a corner from the place she had not covered.

It's a log......

It's a journal he wrote!

Over the years, this habit has been like insomnia, accompanying him every day until he is reunited with her......

"You steal?!" At this moment, Jiang Junhao's heart was more not angry, but ashamed.

The sour stuff he wrote...... She actually relished it? Still want to be irresponsible?