Chapter 163: Like and Love

Nan Shi rarely cries, no matter how unbearable things he was when he was a child, he was alone in the quilt and sobbed quietly, not being heard. It's only today, so it can be regarded as crying......

She needs to vent and wants to shed tears. It's best to shed tears for the rest of your life, so that you won't cry again in the future, and you can't cry if you want to......

She wanted to say, Liang Beixuan, you are not a shadow, and you don't need to be a shadow! Shadows can only be seen clearly when the lights are shining, but what about night? Without lights, without shadows, nothing is ......

The shadow submerged into the ocean, perhaps melted into the waves, shattered into thousands of snow, and the sea foamed, quietly watching.

What is inseparable is the shadow, but she is even more inseparable from the owner of the shadow!

She doesn't need such humble love, it's torture.

She doesn't need to give while thinking about how to get something in return; She doesn't need to fall in love and kill each other because of some trivial things, she can't be abandoned: she doesn't need to torture herself and embarrass him through all kinds of methods that hurt her own enemies and hurt her enemies......

It seems that in a special period, I understand a process of evolution: from love to love.

Because I liked it before, I was very naïve, I was afraid of losing, and I was worried about the past and the future, and all kinds of suspicions were almost broken.

Actually, wouldn't it be nice to say it calmly? Why drag out time, wait and don't take action to pursue it, delusionally think that others are roundworms in your stomach to see everything, and dryly come forward and stick a cold ass in exchange for an empty ......

Like, is childish, distorts both sides into one-sided, self-centered feelings.

And love is not self-centered, let alone the other party as the focus of every moment, but the continuous transformation of giving and receiving, and finally turning into making the other party a part of one's own heart, and oneself becoming a part of the other person's heart.

From this, love yourself and love each other, and the two do not conflict.

Like, like until both parties are in pain before they are satisfied?

Apparently not.

I like to be too extreme, come too suddenly, go too hastily, and feel too sensitive.

Love, on the other hand, is not.

At least you have to love yourself and think about each other, right?

At least remember the word "we", right?

At least it's all good: love well, live well, go on well......

It's been too long in chaos, and it's time to get right.

Caught off guard, it may have been a momentary slippery hand, because the saltiness of the tears did not enter her lips, and the intense pain and bitterness gradually spread, as if an invisible hand manipulated everything about her......

She remembered, it had been a long time since she had spoken properly.

She didn't expect that the video call she had accidentally made was answered.

She remembered jet lag.

It's noon, it's early in the morning, it's late, why hasn't he slept yet, and he sent a message in the middle of the night, was it for her alone?

However, the screen of the mobile phone became brighter, and then, slowly, she spoke, as if playing a cello serenade, low and elegant, with a long aftertaste, and there was no lack of romance and magnetism, which attracted her...... Caught in this sea......

"You...... See? "I held it for a long time in the middle, and it was probably unbearable guilt and self-blame, and I felt a little more sad.

Liang Beixuan may not dare to open his mouth to ridicule him with the usual "someone in the south", and he replaced you.

Nan Shi choked for a moment, didn't say anything, and thought about how to answer.

The "cool someone" on the opposite side waited quietly, and saw his girl crying under the bright white light......

My heart hurts......

Suddenly, I regretted sending a message at this time to let Nan Shi see it, and I cried again...... The next day I was going to have red eyes again, and I blamed him, yes, it was all his fault......

But the fault lies in the responsibility, and I don't know if it's wrong or right for a while. Find a fulcrum to hold up the world......

Nan Shi may have felt that the other side was also silent, and he should speak out to prove his existence, so he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pretended not to care, and said with a dry smile: "I think too much, I want to see you...... Yes, I just want to see you, I don't know if you're fat or not......"

Nan Shi thought that he had found a good excuse to hide his panic, but he didn't know that everything he did fell into the eyes of others, and his somewhat ridiculous actions were full of distress in the heart of the person opposite.

"You've lost weight...... When you come back, I'll cook for you and make you fat back! Speaking of pride, Liang Beixuan himself added another oath to himself, which is also a responsibility.

"Okay, I'll be back...... Also, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, I'll be back later...... Wait for me, okay? Nan Shi remembered it and felt quite sorry for someone opposite.

Forget it, just think that the tears of a lifetime have been shed recently, and tomorrow ...... She closes the door to rest, sleeps lazily, and then works well, trying to go back as early as possible.

started this video chat unexpectedly and ended the online meeting between the two unexpectedly.

Liang Beixuan was about to say, "The relationship between me and Ling Xuran is not what you think", but finally swallowed it, intending to make it clear in person.

Nan Shi felt that she had probably figured it out, no matter how good the relationship between the two was, Ling Xuran did not have the title of "Liangbeixuan's girlfriend", and it was not good to say it, and she would not be so stupid......

She felt that Ling Xuran was also a person with a story......

Hopefully it's not what she thinks.

She thought about it for a while, and finally chatted with Yi Rui Hagi for a while. The two have a common topic in terms of falling in love.

At that time (Nan Shi): What should I do, I suddenly feel that I don't seem to be very moral......

It's so miserable 100 million Yi (Yi Rui Hagi): Do you believe in men or not?

Nan Shi was stunned.

Does she believe it or not?

She believes in Liang Beixuan, right?

So, he replied: I believe him.

The other party replied in seconds: That's good~

And so the conversation ended.

Since you choose to believe, then believe well, don't think so much. He's different......

Another day, in a daze, passed. Here in Nanshi, he was confused, but on the other side, he was extremely sober.

In school, it was still an art elective, but this time it was not the paintings, but the movies, and it turned out to be Beauty and the Beast.

A live-action version, of course.

Movie appreciation almost became a costume appreciation under the drive of the bearded teacher.

"First of all, as you can see in the opening scene, the blue dress worn by Belle is different from the cartoon, and the specific origin can be traced back to the 18th century in Europe. The pockets of the garment, which look a lot like tool belts, are easy to work and can be said to be a very user-friendly design......"

The teacher chattered on it, and there were students who listened attentively, but the point of concentration was ...... It's not what the teacher says, it's about getting up and watching the movie, especially when the curtains are closed and the classroom is dark—it's the best nap time.

In addition, it was the first class in the afternoon, and the sleepiness was out of control as soon as it came up. Ling Yiqing, who had just returned to school, was still dizzy.

What is it, a piece of clothing has become a representative of the 18th century, a humanized design, and such a good-looking yellow skirt is said to be extremely layered gorgeous and light......

Ling Yiqing also scolded a few words, but did not speak, but she was originally groggy, but she was suddenly hit by a paper ball with edges and corners, and suddenly came to her senses.