Suzuki said that she had braved the heavy rain just to walk the same path as her sweetheart again.

Carving a boat for a sword is not a fool's story, it is a sad story. How much reluctance and despair is contained in it?

But it had rained so many times during this time, and I never saw who she had ever seen.

The more sober the pain, the more touching it is.

She said that sobriety and sanity were bought back with half a life. Because it's useless to collapse, she has to clean up the mess by herself, and no one will wipe her ass for her.

But didn't she take a leave of absence to accompany me? Why?

Thanks to her, my memory reappeared, and I had another big dream at night.

In my dream, I met him in a sea of colorful flowers, and he was smiling at me in front of my eyes, hunting in white under the wind.

Gentle as always. Only the gentleness that is given to me.

And I don't know how to cherish, I am aggressive, and I ask him why he is avoiding me, avoiding me, to whom is he kept?

The fragrance of flowers is blowing, it is his smell, and I can't forget it even in my dreams.

"Who are you thinking about? Answer me. ”

He looked at me, and his eyes were the warblers and grass growing in March, the guiding star that I did not dare to pluck.

"You." He whispered.

I can only hear the neighing of the horses in my heart, the cold under the perennial frost is dispelled by the warmth of his Chinese New Year's Eve, thousands of miles of falling colors, finally this moment, related to me.

On the day of the hangover alone, I buried everything I had with him in my heart. Hiding is easier than releasing it, and I don't have to spend courage when I am timid.

But I forgot that it was a seed that could not be buried. Seeds take root all the time, and then, at a moment that no one could have imagined, sprout up.

"Is that really going to be the case?" He asked, "Would you rather regret it than forget me?" ”

In just eleven words, I was enlightened in my dreams.

Heaven and earth meet, and there are years. The years met and there was eternity, and when I met him, I really had life.

All intentions, a hundred generations from joy, in the cycle of love and loss to persevere.

I began to love him without telling everybody. In a dream.

Remember what he looked like, and then hide in the crowd, and it was worth the trip.

What's in the picture? Don't want money, don't want to be happy, and even if you're together, you don't want to figure it.

"Can you not leave?"

"Are you still there?"

"Will you always be there?"

"Can you keep it?" I couldn't stop shaking.

"I don't want to wake up!"

"Ding! Alipay received 350 million yuan"

Sitting up in a dying dream. I woke up. How could the stories of martial arts novels happen to me in the 21st century?

I couldn't understand why a person who only occupies one in ten million of his memory would be so unforgettable.

I seem to be stuck in some kind of God's bug, coming and going, and there is no way to escape. But I can't do that, I can't be wiped out by the system, I don't want to mix with the virus.

"Hold on one more time, shall you?" I try.

Soon, I gave up.

Suzu is right, sobriety and sanity are exchanged for half a life. I've lost half of my life for now, how can I touch it again and damage the last half of my life?

I deleted the unintelligible code words from my phone's memos. Shredding the wad of paper with his name written on it and flushing it down the toilet.

There is a thing in this world called the wordless tablet. Most of the heroes are nameless, and there are very few who can be remembered in the proportion of history.

And a big man like Wu Zetian, who voluntarily has no word monument, has always won my admiration. And I finally have the opportunity to get close to this first Chinese woman. Like her, I set up a wordless monument at this time, and I don't have to leave anything.

I don't want anything.

From the immortal to the world, I now need to be a good layman who eats and drinks Lazar.

Three pieces of wheat and five pounds, two yuan and one pound of parsley, two pieces of shallots, two pieces of three pounds, two pieces of zucchini, seven cents of potatoes, one piece of green pepper, forty-five pork ribs, and seventy ...... of beef

In this city far from home, housing prices start from 6,001 square meters, and there is no upper limit. A takeout meal, no matter how cheap it is, costs fifteen yuan. The electricity bill is 5 kilowatt degrees, and the water bill is 5 yuan a ton.

Now, I have a rent of two thousand a month, and a show ranges from one hundred and five to three hundred and five. Sometimes in the peak tourist season, four or five performances a day are not a problem, although I am tired and dizzy, but Alipay's income is still very gratifying.

When the off-season comes, everything is not optimistic. Maybe I won't be able to get a show for two or three days, so I have to pick up some cameo or etiquette work. Then I took the time to help out with a few classes in the studios. Nowadays, most studios only need full-time teachers, and part-time jobs are becoming more and more difficult to do.

I seem to have found a new motivation again. To be alive, you always need a motivation, don't you? Don't I really like money? I don't like money, so what should I like?

"Ding!"

As soon as I arrived at the office, I went straight to the rehearsal hall. There's nothing to choreograph, it's good for me to practice on my own. But when my phone rang, I had to interrupt my "motivation" first.

"At work? Remember to call your parents back, they are thinking about you. ”

It turned out to be a WeChat voice sent by my brother.

"I just spoke to my mom on the phone. She said she didn't know what you were busy with every day, and she didn't dare to disturb you. She asked me if you were doing lately, eating well, and if you could get enough sleep. ”

"You said you, the girl's family, don't run around every day, how good is it to stay home? It's comfortable! Mom worries about you all day! Other people's daughters are mother's little padded jackets, just you, let our mother worry about it. ”

"You're different from me! I'm a man, my mother told you not to fight so hard, she called you when you had no money, and the family didn't miss you. Don't talk about Mom, if you want to lose money, I can't lose you anything! ”

"Hurry up and tell Mom to be safe! I've been a little busy these two days, you come to my tavern at night, I have something to explain to you, do you hear! ”

"Okay...", with a cute emoji, I replied to my brother.

I opened my mother's dialog box again, and the chat content stopped two weeks ago, and my mother taught me not to eat takeout all the time, to go out with friends more often, and not to be busy alone. Not bad money.

Not bad for money... It's not bad for money again...

Pressing the voice button, I spoke: "Mom, my brother told me, you can send me WeChat directly next time!" Also go around in a big circle. I can't answer the phone when I'm performing, I can see you send a voice! I... It's good, it's all good..."

The voice was dragged to the deleted position by me and was not sent.

Tears smashed onto the phone screen, and I hurriedly brushed it with the back of my hand. I can't let my mom hear the sobbing sound, who knows, the sound of happy bubbling will break the credit on that "it's good".

Isn't it bad for money?

Why not run out of money? Why not run out of money!