"Xia Shiliu, why are you dressed like this?"

Su Xue teleported to the side of the window of Xia Shiliu's bedroom, and happened to see Xia Shiliu lying on the table.

"Whew, why am I so unlucky."

Immediately, Xia Shiliu cried very aggrieved.

"I don't know why Sister Xue is here for me?"

So immediately after that, Xia Shiliu continued to move her lips slightly and asked.

Su Xue is Ye Chen's first wife, according to the ranking between themselves, Su Xue is the first, Yan Hanyu is the second, and Xia Shiliu is the third.

Now that Ye Chen has taken Yan Hanyu away, he has left the two of them alone and dependent on each other. These two women with a hard life are really envious, jealous and hateful of Yan Hanyu. After all, the gap between being a woman is so big.

"Speak human words."

Su Xue actually objected directly. That's right, Xiao Baiwen said something so esoteric. I don't understand what these four words mean.

"Sister Xue, did you come to me for something?"

So, Xia Shiliu had no choice but to change to another way and continued to ask.

"Xia Shiliu, if you have time to go out for a walk with me, don't be bored in the house all day. After a long time, it is easy to produce mental illness. By the way, Xu Yingluo and Jiang Jiumei, these two are about to have a baby, do you have any good ideas and what gifts to give their babies. ”

It turned out that Su Xue came to Xia Shiliu for this matter, because Su Xue didn't know what gift to give after Xu Yingluo and Jiang Jiumei's baby was born, so at this moment, Su Xue came to Xia Shiliu to discuss.

"Sister Xue, this matter! I don't know what gift to give to Xu Yingluo and Jiang Jiumei, the baby they gave birth to. It's just right, Sister Xue, you wait here first, I'll go take a shower and change clothes. ”

After Xia Shiliu finished speaking, she stood up directly and walked towards the right side of the dormitory. To the right of Xia Shiliu's dormitory is the place to take a bath. Why the bathing place, on the right side of the dormitory, there is a drop in between. Because the man is left and the woman is right, it is on the right. That's right, that's the truth.

After Xia Shiliu left, Su Xue sat on the position where Xia Shiliu was sitting before. After Su Xue sat down, she immediately picked up the pen and tried to write:

In the blink of an eye, it was already a matter of fact.

You look back at me, the blue is faint, the vague outline, the eyes like the night river, standing in the wind graceful time, gentle memory.

I looked at you gently with a smile, and quietly walked past your side, your green clothes shook and swayed, as if in a trance, I was about to touch your hand, but I couldn't help myself with the fragility, tears fell like rain in an instant, turned around and hid myself secretly, not let you find it, not let me see, the corner of the night was filled with a breath of sadness.

Petal by petal, tearing off the branches, pieces of red zero, floating to my tip, falling in the water of the white moon, how beautiful the red is brilliant, how sad the haggard, and my tears are buried in the dust heap of flowers.

Raise a glass of clear water wine, toast your beauty, toast your fragrance, sprinkle the silk, dripping marks, and deepen the bright red of the flowers.

In the eyes that have disappeared, there is still your figure, your voice, swirling and swinging, far and near, fading away, sad me, still in love with your tenderness at the moment, I am afraid that I will sleep like this, I will secretly run out of love with you, turn around and hide my face and cry ripples, I am afraid that you do not love me, so I told myself, I don't love you, I don't love you.

Wrap my eyes in frost, wrap my body with thorns, let the wind and sand and waves come against me, let thoughts and pain separate me, don't let you come near, don't come near you, I know, I don't love you.

Even if you are alone, even if you are indifferent, even if you don't see each other, you can't know each other if you don't see each other, you can't fall in love if you don't know each other, and you can't miss each other if you don't fall in love.

Let me rejoice and be lonely alone, sad in the night of roses, until death, the black phoenix butterfly gently wrapped around my fingertips, emitting misleading fireworks, like clouds, like roses, like dreams, hissing and lit, dancing, jumping, burned to ashes, the wind blew, floating on the sea of roses swaying in the fragrance.

Roses, roses, it's you singing the sadness of butterflies, why is it raining red in the sky, drop by drop, the seasons shake off the flowers, the story breaks the wings, I sleep in the sea of red flowers, I don't want to wake up.

If you love, you can love. If dreaming, you can be. How nice it should be.

If the moon is no longer full and missing, the flowers no longer bloom and fall, there is no more separation in the world, and all lovers can fulfill their wishes, will we no longer have pain and joy?

However, when the moon is really full, how can we look forward to the full moon again, the flowers are not grateful, and we will not expect the day when the flowers bloom, there is no parting in the world, how can we know the joy of getting together, all the suffering is not just to meet you and begin, all the mutilations are just for your most beautiful moment.

Fingertips picked up petals, blowing gently, floating gently, how beautiful the roses were, how far away the blur, I finally trembled and tearfully admitted that I fell in love with you. Including all my cowardice and fear, desperate avoidance and withdrawal, sadness and loneliness without a trace of the night, all, all, the way and expression of my love for someone.

I am who I am, who loves you.

Gently close my eyes, tears slowly slipped down my lips, miss you, is my lonely gaze, miss you, is my whirling wind shadow, the white moon in the sky illuminates my melancholy, stretches my sadness, the wind at night outside the window, extraordinarily cool, the night of the night, extraordinarily dark, reflecting the bright eyes of the stars and the shadow of roses.

The roses are extremely beautiful one by one, blooming all over the sky, and red to the heart.

Su Xue wrote quickly, and when the pen touched Su Xue's right hand, it seemed as if she was alive. When Su Xuedu had finished writing and stopped writing, Xia Shiliu hadn't taken a shower yet.

Whether Su Xue wrote too fast, or Xia Shiliu took a bath too slowly.

"Hey, this sister-in-law is cool, the bath time is really long, if you live with the emperor every day, you are not afraid that the emperor will rush in directly after he is in a hurry."

Su Xue sat at the table, and then said with a sigh.

"Forget it, forget it, since she hasn't washed it yet, then I'll continue to write for a while to kill time."

As soon as Su Xue's words fell, she immediately picked up the fountain pen that had just been put down for a long time.

I saw Su Xue pick up the pen and continue to write:

All the while, I was always afraid of the night. In the endless night, the past is restless.