I always thought that it would be taken for granted that it would be natural to keep going, but it turned out to be all wrong. It was caught off guard, but it was surprisingly quiet, and the silence really let it pass like this, and left like this. I don't know if I've really left, if my heart can really get rid of that dependence. When I was young and naïve, I complained and hated me, but then I realized that I was so ridiculous and asked myself what it was to hate? Why bother?

I used to regret it, regretted what I should have said, but now I find that it's a good thing not to say anything, even if it's so far away. I began to believe that this should be called fate. Fate is a terrible term, and no one is immune to it, so our hearts are scattered in this result.

If you don't think about it, don't think about it, think about it, and let each other understand, what will everything be like at the beginning? There are some people, some things, perhaps, once you miss it, even if you miss it for a second, it will be a lifetime. The very vague figure in my memory, I have always missed him, always, all the time.

But he was gone.

I can't see each other, but I miss it. Thankfully, I can still miss it.

At the same time, Magic Red lingered in this back garden. Mo Hong, looking at those flowers, couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

Suddenly, magic red, stroll in this back garden. Then, Mohong, deep down in his heart, thought: When life is endlessly reincarnated, there is one more station in the world. The ordinary philosophy of life often falls with the stars, the north wind is howling, the west wind is raging, the southeast wind is blowing, and the misdemeanor does not bring the good scenery of dreams to the fantasy people. In this way, the realm of people's reverie has an empty shell that makes Gizaar nostalgic, and the wind and snow outside are still there.

Finally, Xia Shiliu, Xia Shiliu, is a little out of place. Jiang Jiumei is accompanying Zhao Dezhu. Su Ling is accompanying Su Xue. And Xia Shiliu is just one person, hiding in the corner of this garden.

Today's world makes Xia Shiliu feel very strange. Xia Shiliu, I always feel that everything has changed, and everything has become unfamiliar.

Flowers bloom and fall, and things are not people.

Ye Chen's sudden disappearance, the most unacceptable person is Xia Shiliu. On that day, Ye Chen just had a clear relationship with Xia Shiliu. Xia Shiliu has not yet enjoyed everything that love should have. Ye Chen suddenly disappeared.

Later, when Ye Chen couldn't be found, Xia Shiliu always felt so lonely and helpless. Sometimes, Xia Shiliu, I really want to go home and see. However, Xia Shiliu was afraid that after Ye Chen came back, he would not be able to see Ye Chen for the first time. Xia Shiliu, I'm still afraid, wait until I go home. Then, what awaits Xia Shiliu is a political marriage. By the time Ye Chen came back, perhaps he had already become someone else's wife.

It was for various reasons that Xia Shiliu did not choose to go home. Even if he goes home, Xia Shiliu wants Ye Chen to accompany him home.

On the 30th of December of the Bloodthirsty Year, the Bloodthirsty Dynasty was fine. On this night, Xia Shiliu, alone, stayed in the dormitory, looking at the stars outside the window.

So, Xia Shiliu took out the pen, inkstone, paper and ink from his space ring. Immediately afterwards, Xia Shiliu, sitting at the table in the window, began to write:

The night was dark, incomparably silent, and I could hear my own heartbeat. In the dark night, the thoughts are simple, and the slightly swaying thoughts flow in the night, which is so smooth. This is a good time to write some words and listen to your own heart. The heavy dark night, like thick ink, overflows, wraps, and engulfs all the busyness of the day.

The night is as black as silk, dotted with diamond-like stars, and the moon is like a lustrous jewel, becoming the embellishment on the chest of the night. There are some dark clouds in the sky, the shadows of the trees in front of the windows, the buildings are faint, and the lights are swaying in the distance.

At this moment, Mo's thoughts also rolled, surging in his heart, and the undercurrent was surging. So, between the pale papers, it was instantly filled with black words. The thick night that can't be dissolved, like a piece of brocade, really wants to tear it open, looking at the hiding behind the night. I saw the darkness, the silence that hid, peeling away from my heart.

There are some waves in my thoughts that are lapping, and the daytime episodes are staged one by one, and these hazy episodes make me seriously examine my own right and wrong. The stars winked at me in the sky, and the mischievous appearance warmed my heart. Distant dreams drift off the horizon and move forward in the moonlight.

The silence of the night is broken by the chirping of insects, telling bleak stories in the night. The sadness of the night smudges the tears, so that the tears melt into the hazy grass tips, the thoughts are in a silent gladiatorial battle at the moment, the tumbling thoughts are knocking on the window in the night, an orange lamp, illuminating the memory of return, love and hatred, joy and sorrow, swarming, so the dream in the night, there is a color, that is a colorful color that presents the colorful glow, churning in the dream, refusing to leave.

The road in the distance is hazy and graceful, and the jasmine under the window is passing a leisurely fragrance. My mind was also confused, and the wandering pen made the words on a piece of paper a messy shape. In the ink-stained night, the ears can become sensitive, and some low cicadas can be heard, and insects are listening to Suosuo's whispering.

As a result, between the wings of the nose, it also becomes sensitive, and you can smell the faint fragrance of grass and the fragrance of a jasmine flower. The deep night, the surging thoughts, the wandering pen, the moonlight gently flowing down, covering the desk in front of the window, some streamers, jumping between the papers, the pure silver glow, hard to tear the dark night, tearing out the white cracks, the words go along the silver light, to pursue the dissipated memories.

The shadows of the night were stretched for a long time, and the light in the eyes became hazy and confused in the silence. The phantom that emerged in the dark night made time pause and let the sadness ripple out, so in the shadow outside the sky, there was a cat, quietly crying, tearing open the black curtain and leaking the paleness of the heart.

Surrounded by the ink that someone willfully spilled, the whole world was blackened, and there were some sticky thoughts, flowing and spreading. The night crept over my head, and I was now talking alone with the night, hiding the most desolate scenery in my heart into the darkness of the night.

I was in the dark, and I found that I was very peaceful, without too much noise and noise, I could think quietly, I could sort out my thoughts, I could write my own words, I could miss and imagine.