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Lover resents the night

Lovesickness arises at night

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On the autumn night of the imperial capital, the moon is as cool as water, and the vast waning moon not only adorns Yan Qing's master bedroom, but also decorates a window sill in Courtyard 3005, No. 1 Wanshousi Road.

Zhang Yameng's words became a prophecy, she willingly played the role of Hongyan in the biography of Hongyan, and only a dozen lines of submissions and a demo called a song were delivered to Weng Huaijing in time through her.

Maybe the waning moon is too dark, the master bedroom of 3005 is lit up with an orange desk lamp at this time, with a Bluetooth wireless headset of the same type, Weng Huaijing bowed his head in front of the desk by the windowsill, and she picked up a brush to write a few lines of beautiful and floating clouds.

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2019-09-25

Inarticulate?

The whole song and the phrase "how do I translate I love you" should be inspired by what he once said:

Weng Xiaoge, I have a lot of words that I want to confide in you but can't blurt out freely, I can only use them as metaphors, but I am afraid that the words will not reach the meaning.

It's like I'm saying to you, "IloveyoumorethanIcansay!" ”

Obviously I want to say, "I love you beyond words!" And you translate it as: "I like you better than I can speak!" ”

——

Maintaining the usual reclining posture of the Duchess, Weng Huaijing was as quiet as a delicate flower, a pair of eyes that seemed to be happy and unhappy were like peach blossoms, and her slender fingers grasped the pen holder on the ground and continued to write smoothly on the black notebook:

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… Sitting back and watching unintentionally...

… In my awkward silence...

… I can't convey myself...

… I can't translate myself...

These lyrics correspond to what he explained when we auditioned in Montreal 13 years ago, when I made fun of him for suddenly becoming secretive from the sweet words he had spoken before we were together:

"To be able to express love without shock, sentence by sentence is still not emotional enough, the real like is stupid, idiotic, thousands of words hidden in the heart, lowly, timid and poor words!"

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Weng Huaijing bit her lip lightly, her two slightly sharp eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and her thoughts floated for a long time, and she smiled with relief, her eyebrows stretched.

"Actually, one is enough, I actually understand what you want to express."

Holding a pen with no hand, the handwriting of the line has become more and more freewheeling:

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… Spend a lifetime learning to solve communication problems...

… I also want to build a bridge with you and establish a tacit understanding...

In this passage, he knew very well that I had not a slight social phobia, and he said this sentence on my birthday night in 13 years, full of metaphor and dependence:

"Before I met you, I always thought that the meaning of life was to wander around in exile, three thousand worlds, and I couldn't find a place willing to stop.

Weng Xiaoge, to me, you are the anchor of this world, a bridge, tightly maintaining the meaning of my existence. ”

——

Putting the black pen back in place, Weng Huai's eyes wandered between the open master bedroom door and the guitar beside her.

With the sample accompaniment in the headphones, Weng Huaijing volleyed in the air with her right hand to make a strumming movement, and her left hand pressed the character, and she hummed silently.

Suddenly, an annoying autumn wind came in through the window, and the notebook on the table gently flipped a page:

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2019-9-22

SuddenlyISee, a glimpse.

Theworldalwaysbelongtoyou！ The world you care for will always be yours.

But that's not a reason for you to steal someone's headphones, you don't want them yourself, both headphones are mine!

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With skin like clotted fat and red eyes, Weng Huaijing continued to play the non-existent guitar in his arms, letting the notebook wind turn the pages freely.

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2019-9-15

Soleixing: "It seems that something is different from before. ”

Lina: "What's different, for better or for worse?" ”

Soleixing: "Change is a good thing. ”

Metaphor: Has he solved his worries?

In fact... I don't care so much anymore, when the earth was full of sixpence, only he looked up and saw the moon!

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, and I am willing to share all the beauty of the world with him!

——

The wind continued to blow, and the notebook turned several pages in a row:

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2019-9-11

Inspiration: In the Shining Star Studio, I can barely hold my eyes when I think I have a clear conscience.

Metaphor: He seems to know all my thoughts, everything is settled, and there are responses everywhere.

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2019-09-06

The inspiration seems to have come from Cangyang Gyatso: "The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise." ”

Metaphor: "For so many years, you have been living in seclusion in my heart, I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you." ”

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2019-9-2

The thin shadow will be round, and there will be a few places in the world.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The frost is white from tonight, and the autumn is cool and quiet.

An autumn song, the voice is detached.

For the sake of someone wearing a bloody costume, leaning against the corner of the wall and blowing my name silently, I will write down two good notes today.

How to explain the flower language of kapok? Cherish the people in front of him, he never considered that Miao Miao would have that kind of mind?

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The autumn wind is rushing, and the speed of turning the pages of the notebook is getting faster and faster.

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2019-08-31

Pepe: Shoichi

Shao Qing: Just right

Soleixing, I love to hear what he says!

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2019-08-23

He really shaved like Sister Qing said, monk-like, his eyes are still so clean and clear, and he has no complaints against me.

Why did you want to transfer it to Wang Yunxi? According to his temperament, most of them flatly refused, but during this time, it was indeed much gentler, and it is still difficult to explain that he has changed.

But anyway, I don't like to help him sing!

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At the end of the song, Weng Huaijing's gaze stopped on the last line of the blue handwriting in the notebook, and she couldn't help but be ashamed and annoyed.

"Anyway, it's not me who broke the oath first, and the manuscript back to him is just this one..."

After thinking about it, Weng Huaijing picked up his mobile phone and sent a submission that had been stored in his favorites for a long time to Hongyan.

……

Talent Co., Ltd. program group, I want to share my story with a girl.

This girl is a girl from southern Shaanxi, Shaanxi is in the northwest of the country, and her home is south of the Qinling Mountains.

She is a tall girl with a northern girl, a straightforward personality, and a southern daughter with a beautiful face and a heroic look in the corners of her eyes.

As I typed this paragraph, I had more than 3,000 words in my mind about her beautiful appearance.

She is a doctor and also works part-time as a model.

178cm as tall as me, 30 pounds thinner than me.

I met her in early 2014.

At the end of 13 years, I was single for more than half a year, and my friends who met in whispering pulled me into a group of nonsense.

It is said that there are a lot of little beauties in it.,During that time, everyone was very active in chatting.,I can pull 300 trillion traffic a day.,So you generally have to make up for it under the condition of WIFI.。

After about two months of nonsense, forty or fifty people in the group are basically acquainted.

During this period, there were a few girls who expressed interest to me, but none of them were my favorite type.

At the beginning of February '14, it should be around the Chinese New Year, and everyone discussed the type of girl I liked.

So a hazy frame in their eyes was outlined.

The leader of the group, that is, the literary young man who pulled me in, patted his head: "Brother Xiaobei, I met a sister at the Chang'an Pineapple Music Festival last year, and it was really what everyone said." ”

So, a group of people began to heckle and kept shouting: "Pull in! Pull in! ”

The group leader said: "My sister is not very good at talking, and her personality is a little cold, so I'll go and find out first." ”

After a few days, the phone vibrate, and he circled me to leave a message: "My sister said that she has been bored recently, you can come in and have a look, but she may leave the group at any time." ”

Then the tassel girl joined the group.

Then the two of them started a diving competition.

I am occasionally approached by someone who will talk to me.

She basically depends on her mood and says three or two sentences a day or two.

We didn't talk to each other, but we all knew that there was one person.

On March 15th, I went on a business trip to Shanghai.

A few days later, I just returned to Pengcheng from Hongqiao Airport, I used to arrive at the airport early, Gate 72, late, boarding time to be determined.

Just as I was leaning on my suitcase, leaning next to the charging pile to charge, I was reading an e-book called.

Suddenly, there was a group message circle for me, it was tassels.

…

Her: Are you at Hongqiao Airport?

Me: yes, I'm late and waiting for the board.

Her: I just came back from Malaysia today, and I was late when I got back from a transit in Shanghai!

Me: Pudong Airport is also delayed in a large area?

Her: I bought a ticket from Hongqiao back to Chang'an!

Me: What the hell?

Her: I just saw that there was someone who looked like you, and I wasn't sure before I asked you.

Me: Where?

Her: Turn your head, this side of Gate 71!

…

Then I turned my head and looked to the right:

A particularly tall girl, wearing a pair of 8cm stiletto heels, looked at me, her eyes squinted, and she had a shallow smile on her face.

To describe it vulgarly: that glance is ten thousand years!

When I looked at each other and smiled, I knew a story had begun.

It's a pity that after chatting for a long time, the boarding radio didn't understand the amorous sound, I flew to Pengcheng, and she flew to Chang'an.

After landing and WeChat, we continued to chat on the taxi home from the airport.

There's no hook-up kind of chat.

Maybe everyone felt that they were not young at that time, even if both parties felt good about each other.

But it is not so hot-headed that they will fall into the whirlpool of long-distance relationships.

After chatting for about 20 days, the content of the chat was limited to the normal state of friends, sometimes talking about work, and sometimes listening to each other's complaints.

At that time, she knew that there were two little girls in that group who chased me very fiercely, and even chased me to Pengcheng.

One of the little girls told me with certainty that the tassel should like me.

The reason is that a girl chased me to the company once, because the business relationship is not very good to tear my face, Tassel said in the group, willing to be a shield, pretending to be my girlfriend.

The girl said that girls are generally willing to stand up for a boy, probably because they have a good impression of him.

I didn't believe it at the time.

At this point, I would like to insert a gossip that I have seen in the whisper, when a girl is grateful for a boy's help, if she is interested in him, she will say, "The little woman has nothing to repay, but to make a promise." ”

If she didn't like the man, she would probably say, "The little girl will repay you by being a cow and a horse in the next life." ”

Well, now I think so.

However, our chats are still infrequent, but we always go back and forth several times a day in our free time.

I was well aware of her attraction to me, but I could restrain myself.

And the reason for restraint, I have always thought so:

I'm mature enough, after all, I've swam among thousands of flowers, and no matter how much I attract my own girl, it depends on the cost of time investment and whether there is a possibility of a future.

I didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

Since the night of April 9th, we have inexplicably lost contact with each other for more than ten hours.

The next day was my birthday, and I didn't wait until nine o'clock in the morning to see a message from her that she had lost her phone, and then she asked, "When will you ask me for my phone number?" ”

I didn't think much about it, I reported the number, and she called:

…

Her: Do you dare to come over for an interview with your boyfriend?

Me: What the hell?

Her: I think you like me, and I've made it clear that I have a crush on you now.

Me: What the hell is an interview?

Her: I don't think the relationship between the two of us is a big problem, my sister wants to talk to you about sex, this matter is as important as the relationship.

Me: Orz!

She: So everyone comes to Chang'an to sleep, it's not suitable for everyone to be friends.

Me: Okay!

…

I am scheduled to pass by the Shenzhen Airlines plane at 7:45 a.m. on Saturday, April 12, 2014.

It was about 8:30 p.m. on Sunday, April 13, 2014.

She had to get off the all-night duty on the morning of the 12th to catch the train from southern Shaanxi to Chang'an.

We met at the exit of Chang'an Railway Station at around half past twelve.

She wore a black and white houndstooth jacket, worn-out ripped jeans, stiletto heels, and sunglasses.

She patted me and said, "You have twenty-eight hours left." ”

Twenty-eight hours later, I didn't disgrace Aries.

I got the offer perfectly.

Even though I had a hunch that it wasn't going to be a long-term offer.

I know that there are some things that you have the ability to do well, but you don't do them, and you may regret most of the rest of your life.

I don't want to regret it for the rest of my life, just like some people you have the opportunity to hug but you don't dare to touch.

And then we were together.

Yes, long-distance relationships!

Two people who are nearly thirty years old, separated by 1,000 kilometers!

See each other once every 20 days, three days at a time.

From April 12, 2014 she was in my pajamas...

By July 09, 2015, I was persuaded by her...

We haven't had a quarrel for more than a year together, but I just didn't go to the end.

After the breakup, I couldn't get out for a long time, and I would always think about things that didn't make sense.

I feel that this desperate love is destined to happen, and it doesn't matter when it happens.

I know that some things are like bubbles, the more beautiful they are, the more untouchable they are, but when you have the opportunity to touch them, ask yourself who can really restrain them?

I would regret that I didn't do a good enough job, and that there was still a lot of room for improvement when I got along, but then I thought that even if I did my best, the ending of the story might not change at all.

In April and May, I actually had a strong premonition that we would not make it to the end.

After the breakup, I met a lot of new friends, and I was lucky enough to be loved by other girls.

But it was still hard to get out, and I kept telling myself that I had a gap of half a year.

Half a year later, it was half a year, and I met countless girls and missed many people, so I was relieved.

Because of the attraction of hormones, so after the first phone call, we decided to try to be together across the shackles of 1,000 kilometers, and from then on, you and I were extremely happy.

Because of the disappearance of dopamine, after the last phone call, we said that we would not contact each other again, and let each other go to find happiness that can be with us at all times, so the physical distance of 1000 kilometers turned into a moat to block all feelings.

"Tassel, I miss you very much, we said not to contact each other again, it's been almost five years, are you okay?"

ps: To contribute, it shouldn't be considered to be the initiative to contact you.