Everywhere there are imaginary scenes, but something is missing. One person was somewhat silent.

The roommate who lives together, a big man from Beijing 176, a female doctor. The other is a big French boy, who always felt a little inappropriate and bad form when he first saw him, but later heard that he was a gay and didn't believe it at first. Later, when she and her big roommate Jiang Qian saw him kissing with a muscular man on the side of the road, she let go of her heart, fortunately, this is a foreign country, she really can't think of this kind of scene in China, to the point of the news or everyone shouting and beating...... It's such a beautiful boy, but it's a crooked, and I can't help but sigh God and make people happy.

The neighbor on the other side of the door is the senior sister of the same school, in a place like London, where every inch of land is valuable, she lives alone, and her family is really deep, and she looks good and is not loved by everyone. Simon, a gay, once commented, "Very beautiful girl."

Jiang Qian said to Jialuo: "Song Xun is the kind of girl who looks very beautiful at first glance, and then becomes more and more beautiful, and can make men struggle for 10 years less at home, and has good character and emotional intelligence.

Simon couldn't understand Mandarin, so he had to nod his head wildly.

"Jialuo, your hair is longer than your waist, it's time to cut it." Song Xun told Jialuo that she also wanted to cut her hair.

"Jiang Qian, are you going?"

Jiang Qian, who was sitting on the upside-down computer, shook her head: "No, raise it for a few months first, and then cut a round inch." They all thought she was joking.

"How long have you been with your hair and it looks like it's been five or six years?" The two of them sat there flipping through the photo album of their hairstyles.

"It's been a long time, in high school."

Song Xun pointed and showed it to her: "It's good for you." ”

The barber spoke in English, and the young lady's face was perfectly shaped.

Jia Luo smiled: "You look good when you cut it." ”

The two of them came out with the same hair cut and looked at each other.

"Wow, Jialuo, your boyfriend like this will definitely be fascinated by you." Song Xun said.

"I don't have a boyfriend, I feel a little weird, my neck is itchy, I have long hair since I was a child, and I'm a little unused to it."

Song Xun smiled: "You are so beautiful, why don't you have a boyfriend, do you need me to introduce you to one?" It's all from unaccustomed to habitual, so take your time. ”

Boyfriend? He may not remember the existence of Lin Jialuo in this world.

"Isn't there a saying that the best way to heal emotional wounds is to have a new relationship?"

That's how time passes, from unaccustomed to getting used to it, from beginning to end, from letting go of the countdown. We are all the same, and the process can be sad or joyful.

Here it is

Time

Since then, there has been no more you in my world. Break free and let go, and never give it away.

I waved my hand to the past, and Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

[End of Memory]