An Hao said: "I'm always not good at expressing myself, and I'm not good at saying goodbye. It's always a solid woman, why didn't you say it then, you are the wind and I am the sand, why didn't you say it at that time, I will follow you all the way to the end of the world.

Finally one day, waiting for the news of the breakup. He said that I didn't love him, and that in this relationship, he had given too much and was a little tired.

I was dazed for a long time, and I was in pain for a long time, I didn't eat for three days, and I secretly cried. Write a reply to him and send it to a city called Urumqi. The letter didn't say anything, just two words, agree.

Forget about him with selective amnesia like this, as if you never met him. Take a large stack of letters and photographs, put them in a basin, and slowly watch them burn to ashes. From then on, the heavens were separated.

Always not good at expressing himself, and not good at saying goodbye. It's always a solid woman, why didn't you say it then, you are the wind and I am the sand, why didn't you say it at that time, I will follow you all the way to the end of the world.

Finally one day, waiting for the news of the breakup. He said that I didn't love him, and that in this relationship, he had given too much and was a little tired.

I was dazed for a long time, and I was in pain for a long time, I didn't eat for three days, and I secretly cried. Write a reply to him and send it to a city called. The letter didn't say anything, just two words, agree.

Forget about him with selective amnesia like this, as if you never met him. Take a large stack of letters and photographs, put them in a basin, and slowly watch them burn to ashes. From then on, the heavens were separated.

He's handsome, and he's a little dragged into my world. When laughing, it is as clear as the sun, and revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth makes people a little fascinated.

Perhaps it was my disdain and coldness that irritated him, and he followed him like a ghost. Every time he worked late, he would wait for me under the street lights, riding his bicycle on one leg diagonally.

At this time, the female colleagues around him would run downstairs to greet him, saying that I would come down soon. Then, panting and running back to the office, excited. Say, Wenzi, so handsome! Like Qi Qin!

But I didn't know him, and I didn't know his name. He didn't stalk me, but often followed me, accompanied me to work, got off work, and never gave up.

My apathy finally made him explode one day, and he said that he was in love with me. I didn't say anything, I wanted to refuse, but I was reluctant to speak. I said, go see my grandmother, she agreed, just do it.

He did go to see my grandmother, and by some fate, my grandmother was overjoyed. The dusk of that day seemed to be more beautiful than usual, and the laughter at home that day was brighter than usual.

His name is Cheng, and he is a firefighter, not a jobless vagrant as I thought. He loved me, and in the days to come, he used to say. I am always an afterthought and I don't express my emotions.

As a day off, I'm always busy. Too busy to buy what you like. Cheng will always make an appointment with his senior sister as a counselor, buy me foundation, lipstick, and beautiful flower dresses.

I enjoy this love, enjoy his spoiling. I will always think that this is love, and I will always think that this is eternity. I like plain love, like a long stream of water, thinking that he will accompany me to see through the scenery one by one.

When I was going back to the army, I went to see him off. Cheng thought that I would cry like life and death, but I didn't expect that I was very calm. Sometimes I hate myself too, why don't I cry all the way and chase the train for a long time like in the TV series. I was very thin, tall, and had long legs, so running three or five kilometers should not be a problem.

I really blame myself and I should hate myself. When I received the first letter from home, I saw it crying repeatedly. He said that day of separation, he cried all the way with red eyes. He said that he was reluctant to be separated, as if he had lost his soul. He said that he was a kite and I was a line, and I always had the final say on how high I flew. I still hated myself for being so sensible at the time, just writing back to him and telling him, I'm waiting for you.

Always not good at expressing himself, and not good at saying goodbye. It's always a solid woman, why didn't you say it then, you are the wind and I am the sand, why didn't you say it at that time, I will follow you all the way to the end of the world.

Finally one day, waiting for the news of the breakup. He said that I didn't love him, and that in this relationship, he had given too much and was a little tired.

I was dazed for a long time, and I was in pain for a long time, I didn't eat for three days, and I secretly cried. Write a reply to him and send it to a city called. The letter didn't say anything, just two words, agree.

Forget about him with selective amnesia like this, as if you never met him. Take a large stack of letters and photographs, put them in a basin, and slowly watch them burn to ashes. From then on, the heavens were separated.

He's handsome, and he's a little dragged into my world. When laughing, it is as clear as the sun, and revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth makes people a little fascinated.

Perhaps it was my disdain and coldness that irritated him, and he followed him like a ghost. Every time he worked late, he would wait for me under the street lights, riding his bicycle on one leg diagonally.

At this time, the female colleagues around him would run downstairs to greet him, saying that I would come down soon. Then, panting and running back to the office, excited. Say, Wenzi, so handsome! Like Qi Qin!

But I didn't know him, and I didn't know his name. He didn't stalk me, but often followed me, accompanied me to work, got off work, and never gave up.

My apathy finally made him explode one day, and he said that he was in love with me. I didn't say anything, I wanted to refuse, but I was reluctant to speak. I said, go see my grandmother, she agreed, just do it.

He did go to see my grandmother, and by some fate, my grandmother was overjoyed. The dusk of that day seemed to be more beautiful than usual, and the laughter at home that day was brighter than usual.

His name is Cheng, and he is a firefighter, not a jobless vagrant as I thought. He loved me, and in the days to come, he used to say. I am always an afterthought and I don't express my emotions.

As a day off, I'm always busy. Too busy to buy what you like. Cheng will always make an appointment with his senior sister as a counselor, buy me foundation, lipstick, and beautiful flower dresses.

I enjoy this love, enjoy his spoiling. I will always think that this is love, and I will always think that this is eternity. I like plain love, like a long stream of water, thinking that he will accompany me to see through the scenery one by one.

When I was going back to the army, I went to see him off. Cheng thought that I would cry like life and death, but I didn't expect that I was very calm. Sometimes I hate myself too, why don't I cry all the way and chase the train for a long time like in the TV series. I was very thin, tall, and had long legs, so running three or five kilometers should not be a problem.

I really blame myself and I should hate myself. When I received the first letter from home, I saw it crying repeatedly. He said that day of separation, he cried all the way with red eyes. He said that he was reluctant to be separated, as if he had lost his soul. He said that he was a kite and I was a line, and I always had the final say on how high I flew. I still hated myself for being so sensible at the time, just writing back to him and telling him, I'm waiting for you.

Always not good at expressing himself, and not good at saying goodbye. It's always a solid woman, why didn't you say it then, you are the wind and I am the sand, why didn't you say it at that time, I will follow you all the way to the end of the world.

Finally one day, waiting for the news of the breakup. He said that I didn't love him, and that in this relationship, he had given too much and was a little tired.

I was dazed for a long time, and I was in pain for a long time, I didn't eat for three days, and I secretly cried. Write a reply to him and send it to a city called. The letter didn't say anything, just two words, agree.

Forget about him with selective amnesia like this, as if you never met him. Take a large stack of letters and photographs, put them in a basin, and slowly watch them burn to ashes. From then on, the heavens were separated.