In the soft blanket, the spirit was entangled with her long white legs. Holding a pillow stuffed with cotton, she really didn't want to get up.

It was raining outside, in the early summer. Listening to the sound of the rain, it feels less lonely. Hungry, but unable to eat anything.

Is it just for him to be decadent all the time? The Spirit has not yet had the courage to answer this question.

Her phone has been off for a day. She knows the anxiety of her parents and the worries of her friends. But she really wanted to stay a little longer, even if it was a minute longer, a second longer.

She picked up her phone and walked out. Very simple brushing teeth, washing face, washing hair, blowing hair, combing hair. She didn't even want to look at herself in the mirror more.

Where to go today? Ling is really like the heroine of the TV series, strong and sunny to survive the lost days. It's a pity that she can't, on the contrary, she may not be hurt deep enough. She had the bold idea to go back and see the places they had walked together.

As soon as she said go, she lit the car and drove onto the road.

Is this the last memorial? Who knows.

Sitting on the couch where we used to drink coffee together, the kind in a row. Looking at the milky white tall glass of the same shape, smelling the same strong fragrance. What kind of emotions should it be? I can't remember what I said before. It seems that they don't have anything to talk about eagerly. She remembered that there were some ink stains on his white shirt that day, his seductive eyes were bloodshot, and his long hair was a little disheveled.

He was kind and gentle, and did not seem to refuse any request. But when the spirit asked him if he liked her a little? He was a little overwhelmed.

Hesitation is a gentle refusal, but unfortunately the stubborn spirit does not believe. She wanted to find an answer to her feelings.

The blue and red face is very good-looking. His lips opened and closed. "Is it possible that you like me, even a little bit of pride?" Spirit asked. She knew the answer, but she wanted to force him to force herself, to meet the result of that heartbreak. "I'll tell you when you get back." "Say it now." "Well, we're not suitable."

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Walking on the way back is like a life and death separation, before leaving. The spirit actually said, "Nothing is impossible." Qing looked back and left.

She sent Qing back to the rental house and went to the beach alone. She stood behind a reef and let her tears fall.

She came to the reef again, and seemed to smell the sweetness and saltiness of tears.

It's all over, and I really want to live for myself. Who believes this, her heart is too true.

You can't die. I still have my mom and dad, and people who love me. It's just an opening, bleeding and pus, and it won't be fatal. Regret is regret. I'm not that stingy. The spirit speaks to itself.

Ling has a girlfriend named Feng, and Feng once told her, if you want to die, I will accompany you, if you want to live, I will support you. Is this a friend? Ling didn't want to die, and she certainly didn't want to be topped by her. She told Spirit that she knew a neurologist who could perfectly erase parts of a person's memory. At that time, the spirit thought it was fun, but wouldn't that be the equivalent of castrating people? Why? The wind asked. The spirit said that memory is a unique thing, just like the male and female ones. The wind laughed. Spirit, if you are a man, you must be a peerless rascal. This meat joke is coming. Ling, love concubine, don't pout your little ass yet. The wind is flushed, shit, kill you.

Ling dialed the wind's phone. The wind couldn't be happier. "Why did you call me back when you thought you were dead?" Ling smiled and smiled, "There are so many opportunities that you can't get out of it." "Don't talk nonsense, come to my house right away." "Who are you, I'll go if you tell me to go. Come to the eight sedan chairs to carry me, my aunt and grandmother still have to think about it. "It's so beautiful that you can eat." "Where? Girl. I'm going to look for you. "I won't tell you." "Haha, the coordinates are locked, wait for me for ten minutes."

The wind really arrived in ten minutes, her hair was short, and her facial features were handsome and full of infinite style. "Honey, are you going to hell? How do you look like a bereaved pet. "Look at your eyes, your eyes are not eyes, and your nose is not noses." Ling is really much haggard, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. "I'm fine, what you're seeing is just an illusion. I'm decadent makeup, okay. "Let's have something to eat first."

Sipping cold blueberries, munching on crispy pizza, and watching the wind eat an astonishing amount of food. Inspiration came to warmth. "You know, dear. Your parents have called me no less than ten times and asked me if Lingling is where you are." I wanted to say that your spirits were dead. Ling laughed, "That's good, why don't you really say it." I'm really close to death. "Spirit, since you have died once, live well." "Cheers, dear, for our pure friendship."

The two men dried the blueberries. "Wind, ask you something, can memories really be deleted?" Feng's face was a little unhappy, "I was just joking with you before, how can there be such a thing?!" "I'm serious, I need to delete him for my happiness." The wind was a little uncomfortable, "Can't you forget it slowly?" If you delete the memory, what's the difference between a man and a machine? "I really want to, don't you want me to be happy, don't you want me to be happy?" "I think your feelings are too fragile, you should be the sea, he is just a cloud, occasionally projected down." "But he swept away all my inspiration and passion. I don't want to live like that, then my love and passion for you will be diminished, and I will still hover in that world from time to time. ”

After all, the wind can't wring the spirit, and the spirit gets the doctor's contact information. She gently kissed the wind's short hair. "Don't play hooligan, you don't know and think I'm a lesbian." "Well, Wind, tell you, I'm bisexual." "Get out. Call your parents. They're going crazy. ”