Chen Yuan has been in the library for a semester, and he still knows what he owes himself, he is twenty years old this year, and he will lie in bed to comfort himself, and there are still many days to go to the committee.

Chen Yuan thought, when watching fairy tales, you must remember not to limit yourself with the logic of adults, and look at the kindness and beauty of the prince and princess in the cartoon, so as to get back the fun of reading stories to her mother before going to bed. After watching the cartoon, all I sighed was that people's hearts were good and bad, and magic was illogical, Chen Yuan still became numb and forgot to say that the wizard who destroyed the prince and princess together was really a big villain.

I'm afraid that I'm not gregarious with others, and I try to eat, drink, and dress as little as possible to become different from others, but I'm really afraid of being said to be afraid that I won't be able to blend into the circle. It's not easy to enjoy solitude, and it's not so convenient to integrate. Be grateful that the other person can take time out to spend time with you, and slowly learn to find something. Chen Yuan hadn't forced himself to write the words well and memorize the words by himself. Chen Yuan is still looking for a reason to say that the two catties he grew today will be able to lose it tomorrow if he eats less. Laziness smoothed out everyone's sharpness little by little, and the alarm clock that wanted to get up early changed from one to five, and when all of them rang, Chen Yuan was still awake in bed.

A chaotic life can slowly bring you troubles and hopelessness. It's like Chenxi left, it's like the exams are coming one after another, it's like the pendant around Chen Yuan's neck is broken. It's been a long time since I've asked a friend out for a drink, because Chen Yuan found that it's cheaper to drink alone and don't have to let everyone else take care of it. Talking is a way, but it can never become the norm. Not everyone has the right to choose suicide, at least there are many things that need to be taken into account. You know? Many times it is necessary to bring happiness to someone because he is important to you. In fact, the person who brings happiness to others is also sad many times, he will also lie to you that he is carefree at all times, hoping that when he is uncomfortable, when he chooses to rely on you, give him your shoulder to lean on for a while, if one day, he is cut off from the world, no matter how many tears and shouts are pale.

While thinking about life and himself, Chen Yuan slowly became detached from many things, many things are a bit false, and many things are a little bit unclear. Chen Yuan was originally white, isn't it, little by little dyed the color, the paint has not dried will also dye you a new color, just like this, many people become bad-tempered, many people become indifferent and numb, and slowly become mentally confused and prematurely on the verge of death. There may not be as many stairs as there is to go from a tall building to a flat floor. But remember, not all stories can be restarted, only once things are cherished, especially precious.

Since the day Chen Yuan started to have nightmares, Chen Yuan has especially longed for the sun, no matter how scorching, at least during the day, there will be people around Chen Yuan to talk, laugh and make trouble, not like in the night, cranky, afraid of being disturbed. Nothing more will be answered.

Thinking about it just appears over and over again in Chen Yuan's name, so Chen Yuan will feel inexplicably afraid of a road without a car, and Chen Yuan will feel lost on a road with no destination in front of him. Therefore, Chen Yuan is looking forward to Chenxi, just like the name of the girl Chen Yuan loves, called Chenxi.

The weather has been good lately, hopefully I will be able to get up early tomorrow.

May there be no evil sleep tonight.

Chen Yuan turned the lamp in front of the table to dim, and the sound of rain outside the window suddenly dripped. Chen Yuan didn't care when the wind blew from the mountains, Chen Yuan didn't care when the clouds flew above Chen Yuan's head, and when you asked Chen Yuan to set up an umbrella for you by Chen Yuan's side, Chen Yuan realized that the heavy rain was coming.

It's been a long time, and I've been in this small town for nearly two years. Chen Yuan once said that Chen Yuan hoped to meet a girl in this city who was like the magnolia flower in front of the window when he first came. Later, Chen Yuan met Chenxi. It's rare to see such a quiet night, and there are fewer and fewer days to miss Chenxi like this. Chenxi, you know what? Whenever Chen Yuan thought of you, Chen Yuan went to the balcony to light a cigarette, and wanted to pinch it after two puffs, but Chen Yuan still endured the cough and continued to smoke, and every puff of smoke that Chen Yuan swallowed, there was a thought of Chen Yuan for you, and a pain that Chen Yuan wanted to spit out. Where are you in this rainy night?

Canon's music fills every inch of Chen Yuan's body, and Chen Yuan sits here quietly thinking about you. There are no stars in the night sky tonight, just like since the day you woke up, Chen Yuan never played the guitar and sang your favorite songs for you. Perhaps, Chen Yuan's hearts chose death on the day they met each other, because for everything in this earthly world, death seems to be a symbol of eternity more than living. Chen Yuan tried his best to avoid all flowery words to describe you, but Chen Yuan couldn't escape falling into the cliché. The sleepless man is similar to Chen Yuan, who talks freely about his heart through a mottled but unabated heavy rain, Chen Yuan looks at the neon mottled outside the window, thinking that the rain and dew of the next morning will be sprinkled on that corner of the earth, and in that corner will grow new shoots in that morning light.

I don't know how long Chen Yuan's plan to read books has been delayed, but Chen Yuan still remembers that Chen Yuan promised to read thirty books. The plan can never catch up with the change, just like Chen Yuan met one after another the love of his heart at a frivolous age, telling each other that Chen Yuan would never leave, and what was left in the end was what was sung in the song, using the cigarette butts that left to burn a round period on the curtain of the night. On the day Chen Xi came back with his luggage, Chen Yuan was sleeping under the quilt at home, and Chen Yuan remembered that when the door opened, he slowly turned over, and suddenly there was a fluffy thing in his arms.

Sitting on the pillow, Chen Xi's long hair fell softly on the side of the bed, the thread that connected Chen Yuan to her memories in her dreams was this kind of warmth that made Chen Yuan unforgettable.

"Have you finished reading the book?"

"Not yet..."

"Don't read it, I'll tell you."

Before the heavy rain, Chen Yuan can still take your hand and walk in the winter wheat field. The wind blew, and the ears of wheat danced with the wind and shook their waists, spring passed, and I don't know if summer is coming, Chen Yuan asked you, you don't speak, your white skirt is inlaid with golden wheat, and it is covered with golden sunlight little by little. When your hair was blowing in the wind, Chen Yuan used Chen Yuan's nose to meet it, and just like that, even Chen Yuan's eyebrows collided with it. You listen to Chen Yuan tell Chen Yuan's story, after you leave, every song that Chen Yuan plays, you say that Chen Yuan's voice is getting more and more hoarse, Chen Yuan does not admit that it is the cigarettes that have exhausted its life, Chen Yuan quibbled that this is the only trace after the years have precipitated.

The starry night in front of Chen Yuan's desk was very quiet, because it had lost its original bright color, and now it was frozen into a movie poster as dim as the light and placed in front of Chen Yuan's table. Chen Yuan hadn't drunk the two bottles of red wine at the table for a long time, one was when you came, and the other was after you left. On the day you came back, Chen Yuan wanted to open the bottle after you left, because Chen Yuan missed your beauty, and you also lost Chen Yuan's attachment.