There is no mobile phone, in order to cut off the connection between herself and Handong, her parents ruthlessly smashed her mobile phone, the mobile phone card was collected, Qingyang can only read, she hasn't read for more than half a year, tonight, it's so boring, Qingyang opened Nalan Rongruo's "Drinking Water Words": read it carefully, only to see that it was written,

"Linjiang Immortal

The little banana is heartbroken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I still have old books. The small characters of the mandarin duck still remember that the hands are unfamiliar.

Tired eyes are low and confused, and half of the re-viewing is blurry. The dark window is cold and rainy, and the light is lonely. It is expected that the situation should be exhausted, but is there any affection? ”

Suddenly felt that he seemed to be very wronged, so he gave him the happiness of his life, did he care? He doesn't have news from me, nervous? Thinking about it, tears slipped down from those charming eyes, did he know how I suffered? He didn't know what to do, and he heard Deng Xiulan say that he had to be accompanied by a different woman every night, and he would be a groom every night, so what am I?

"Alas! Xia Qingyang, you're just making yourself amorous! ”

Qingyang sighed with tears in his eyes, Lin Handong, he has too many women, too many resources, too much power, too much applause, he shouldn't fall in love with him, he is all the men and women who beg him, he is all the women who love him and the women he loves, and I am just one of these countless women......

Maybe her parents are right, for them, she is ready to marry herself out of Lu and be their favorite bride, because, otherwise, my mother will be angry......

She remembered her father's hateful gaze, and remembered her father's decisive decision when he hung himself up and whipped him with a belt, yes, what I did was really shocking, and anyone would think I was incredible, but who could understand me? Love is coming, and the helplessness that can't be extricated will be like a flood over people's heads, and I'm going to suffocate to death......

Gently opened the book, and a sad Nalan poem rushed into my eyes again,

"Qing Pingle"

The wind and rain are uncertain. Tired of leaning on magnolia to see the moon halo, it is easy to speak low and fragrant.

The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart period is at the end of the world. Since then, the spring has been sad and farewell, and the dusk is only for the pear blossoms.

"Bodhisattva Man"

Xiao Xiao has a few leaves of wind and rain, and it is more bitter to be away from others. The pillow counts autumn, and the toad goes down the morning chord.

The night was frightened, and the tears and lights fell. Everywhere is sad, light dust in Yuqin. ”

"The night is cold, and the tears and lights fall." Repeatedly scrutinizing this poem, Qingyang's heart is broken, she really loves him, how can Lou Ye compare with him, thin body, childish remarks and expressions, even if it is a layer of gold plated by studying abroad, it makes Qingyang unbearable no matter what, a marriage without love and hate, it is really a grave!

The night is as cool as water, the autumn leaves are fluttering, and the sound of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves also knocks on the heartstrings of Qingyang, she can't help but look out of the dark window, how she hopes that his figure that makes her heart beat faster appears outside the window!

"Qingyang, it's time to turn off the lights, go to sleep!" There was a mother's shout downstairs, as long as she gave in, her mother still cared about herself......

Qingyang immediately replied to her mother, "Wait a while, Mom, I'll read a book for a while!" ”

Boredom tossing and turning, still unable to put everything away, scolding himself in a self-muttering manner, "I, I'm going to forget him, he's so much older than me, he's a villain, he's not worthy of my love!" ”

The god babbled around, still feeling bored, gathered to the bookcase, found the book he liked to read in the bookcase, found Xi Murong's poetry collection, overjoyed, I didn't read it for a long time, a layer of dust fell on it, carefully found a rag, wiped it for a long time, and read it carefully......

The most worrying thing is the song "Mistake", Qingyang is about to explode, and she can't delete him who she loves with all her body and mind! She shouted in her heart, no, it can't be like this, how can she live a life in such a leisurely and boring day, she kept putting the poetry book back, and then pulled a book, and then put it back, and then smoked another book, and after repeating it several times, she threw herself back on the bed heavily, she didn't want to go downstairs, and when she saw her parents, they would still nag as before......

She rummaged through the mountains of poetry books at the bedside, knowing that she couldn't find anything, and was still rummaging through them boringly...... Suddenly, Qingyang's eyes lit up, and she was attracted by a poem, this "love poem of tea", which greatly mobilized her feelings of taking the initiative to dedicate herself to that night, just like last night, like a fairyland......

"If I were boiling water

You are tea

Then your fragrance

You have to rely on my tastelessness.

Let your dryness be soft

Unfold in me, Shu San

Let my soak in

Stretch your face.

I have to be hot, even boiling

Only then can they be compatible with each other.

We have to hide

Looking at each other in the water, entangled with each other,

A cup of tea

We just decided on one color.

No matter how you rise and fall

Uncertainty

You'll be slowing down

(O, gently)

Fall, gather

In my deepest recess

Then

Your most bitter tear

will be my sweetest

A sip of tea"

Handong, can you understand your daughter's heart? I seem to be big, in fact, with you, I was thinking, that day I saw you, I knew that I would never be able to leave you, of course, my brother has a plan, but I really love you, but unfortunately, you don't belong to me......

She suddenly had an impulse, she wanted to break out of the siege and go to see her beloved Handong, does he remember that night? Everything was like last night, where he kept repeating itself, gasping rhythmically, and what a tear I dedicated, dedicated to him......

However, in the dark night, he has a wife and children, how can he come out for her? He's just chasing the thrill, but I'm taking it seriously, I shouldn't be taking it seriously......

The window was crackling with the autumn wind and falling leaves, which made Qingyang even more thoughtful, and she kept asking herself, can I leave him? Is he willing to let me go? If I don't show up and he doesn't look for me, it means that he doesn't care about me at all, and I'll leave him! But what should I do if he hadn't forgotten me and came to me?

Suddenly, in the dark, the flashing headlights were particularly eye-catching on the road in front of the high-rise building of his house, Qingyang approached the window, almost screamed, under the street lamp, the person waiting to look here alone, who is not Handong? She quickly put on her clothes and looked at the balcony on the second floor, from which she was about to jump out......

"Handong, wait for me, I'll be here soon!"

I can't leave him, I will always be his bones and flesh, how can I be willing to let him wait for myself all night under the street lamp?

Quickly putting on a sportswear and carrying her backpack cross-body, she tiptoed open the window, which was about three meters above the ground, and if she jumped, she could be injured, and she carefully looked for a place to jump......