There is no love between Qiu Lang and Leng Qian, Qiu Lang is prejudiced against Leng Qian because of his bad memories, and Leng Qian seems to want to be forgiven and understand.

A lot of feelings end up being sorry, which is very common.

In a relationship, what makes people feel deeply is that they often hear: I'm sorry to wait, I'm sorry I'm busy, I'm sorry I don't have time, I feel that the whole relationship is made up of countless sorry series, and even the final breakup is a sorry ending. A sentence that seems to be sorry but is always worthy, it seems that it doesn't want to hurt people, but it is always hurting people, and in the end, how many feelings really become sorry in sorry

A lot of memories, knowing that it is painful, but still can't let go; Many things, knowing the ending, still can't stop if they want to.

How much love can start over, how many feelings, and finally become sorry. How much I'm sorry, in the end it all doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how much you have, and finally said thank you.

Sad love, there is also sad beauty: from I love you to the end of sorry. From saying goodbye to thank you for loving you.

Love is extremely complicated but also simple to death, and it's just: I love you, it's okay to be sorry, thank you.

Thank you, a word of sorry makes people understand that no one in this world is anyone's person, and we will only belong to ourselves after all.

Some people live in their memories, and Churon just holds a grudge against those who have hurt him. There are some people living around, the world is very big, even strangers who pass by, when they meet, there is a faint edge, so the fate is you, I regret it; If you go, I'll let you go.

Some people meet inadvertently; Some things start inadvertently; Some words, inadvertently promised; Some people, inadvertently separated; Some things disappear inadvertently.

If one day, I am light on you, please remember that I have not been kind to you, my enthusiasm in exchange for only your boredom, my sincerity is only your perfunctory, I am tired, I don't want to be so sad anymore.

In the feelings that have been experienced, in the feelings that have been given seriously, it is difficult to forget each other.

If one day, I am far away from you, please remember that I have not worked hard, I tried my best to get close to you, trying to warm you, I swallowed my bitterness, I put away the tears in the corners of my eyes, I just hope to give you a smile and happiness, and you, don't care at all, and break my heart again and again.

If one day, I become indifferent, please remember that I was not without enthusiasm, I did not have a strong psychology to bear your escape, I did not have a broad mind to tolerate your rejection, I can't pester you with a dead face, and I don't want to please you without self-esteem, I just want a person who has me in my heart, cherishes my dedication, and feels sorry for my tears.

If one day I change, become selfish, and become like two people, please remember that I didn't love you, I exhausted my energy, I paid sincerely, and in the end all I got was a one-man show, I entertained myself, directed and acted by myself, and you, what I gave were either indifferent or no response.

If I

It's really changed, it's far away, it's gone, please remember how I used to be, so kind, so naïve, I don't ask you to wake up, I don't ask you to turn around, I just want you to remember me, a person who has loved you with your heart, has appeared in your life, paid in your world, and finally, passed by with a smile.

If one day I completely change, please don't blame myself, I just put a mask on myself, only pretending to be indifferent, I will not be scarred, as long as I hide my sincerity, I will not shed tears again.

Time always flies quickly, and it is scary to be in a hurry, and the most important thing is that the world can't stay, and many times we haven't lived seriously, and we're going to get old. Life is a journey, you don't know what you can meet, we only have to face, face to leave, can only wave goodbye calmly and quietly, cherish each other.

The days are always like this, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes lonely, sometimes lively, but they can't stop the rush of this road, it seems that the years are ruthless, but there are also traces of vicissitudes. Sometimes I want to thank myself for my perseverance and let my life become more and more abundant in the experience.

I remember a little poem that says, the day is very short, the short is too late to embrace the morning, already holding the dusk, a year is very short, the short is too late to taste the early spring Yin red Dou green, it is necessary to play a little plain wrapped in autumn frost, life is very short, the short time is too late to enjoy the years, it is already late "Yes, time is always too hurried, as if the handwriting written last year has not been dry, this year's chapter, has been in the cold and summer, there is no way to send, last year's flowers on the tree have not bloomed, this year the branch is no longer that one."

Many simple overlapping days are scattered like this, life does not treat others, between raising the head and raising the hand, some things are separated to the other side of time, and we are used to counting the falling flowers in time, thinking of the past, but in those familiar years, how much of the past can be repeated?

I don't know when I started, I no longer covet some things that are too bright, I just want the days to be slower, slower, the sun is warmer, warmer, and I like things with time more and more, such as ancient books bound in threads, such as porcelain with time, probably this is the so-called old state of mind, how old I was disapproving, so casually came, some people say that when your heart is really close to yourself, maybe you are really a little old.

The ideal life is to have like-minded partners, to have friends who appreciate each other, to have relatives who will never abandon them, not to seek abundant food and clothing, but to be physically and mentally warm. The days will eventually return to the true nature of life, if you can embrace the time with a flower attitude in the clear and peaceful fireworks, why not get old!

When people reach a certain age, they will no longer be attached, those who have been unable to let go, begin to learn to let go, those who have experienced the past, will also turn out from time to time to sort out, but it is like stroking an old object, there is no too much color in the heart, but the collection, began to crave warmth, like to sit in the sun, sit for a long time, began to become less careful, friends and relatives, can be with the side of the good.

began to feel the importance of health, liked the things that lasted longer,

Looking at everything around me gently, secretly nostalgic, shallow and deep love, I began to learn to be grateful, know how to live plainly, true love, healthy life, and even those who are busy, are a kind of happiness.

The strength of life is not to expect every ray of sunshine to illuminate itself, but to know how to open a window for yourself when you are desperate. Life may bloom beautiful in the most bitter and difficult times, but it is not that you can gain profoundly, nor if you hold yourself tightly, it will be smooth all the way from now on.

In the depths of time, the mountains and rivers are a journey, always picking up, discarding, the rest of the life, there is always an unclear time, the vicissitudes of the world, how can it be as expected, a person's maturity lies in, no matter what kind of setbacks and ups and downs you have experienced, what kind of life experience, in the end you can smile, at the intersection of time, say, years, hello.

There are thousands of people in the world, there are scenes everywhere, drinking tea under the flowers, the heart is fragrant, listening to the rain under the eaves, the heart is poetic, running in the wilderness, the heart is broad, if you have a gentle insistence on love and beauty, life will be beautiful enough. There are too many things that ordinary people can't let go of in their lives, in fact, no matter how low the emotion, it is just a moment of joy and sorrow, and the clouds flow and go with it, the next intersection, you will still see the flowers in the spring, the green and cool in the summer, the moon in the autumn is full of the west window, and the snow in the winter is falling into the city.

If you have a beautiful heart, the quiet and beautiful red dust is the elegant flowers, the branches that ripple in the clear years, the reincarnation of gathering and dispersing, the rhyme of the peak and the loop, the joy of the fireworks on the plain day, and the pure beauty of the breeze and the moon given by time.

Every day wakes up, it is a new starting point, every day of the sun will have warmth, the years of rushing, are the time that comes and goes, under the eaves of the world, the days, has been on the road, every beginning and end of life is to enrich the experience of their own life, far away, there is no need to chase. Although the water outside the window is thin and cold, the heart can also be dressed all the way, live life with joy, face the ups and downs with a normal heart, live every moment calmly, accept gently, send it gently, you smile, life will smile at you.

The days are in a hurry, and we are drifting away in our feelings, although we don't like to say goodbye, there will still be a parting, because only by letting go, will there be a new beginning; Although there are hesitations at times, only by facing them can we see new scenery.

The post station of life, maybe not forever, but at the intersection of the years, there will always be new encounters, the road walked, there will be loneliness and helplessness, but also joy and understanding, after all, the years have not spared us, and we have not spared the years. Gently stretch out your hand, say goodbye to the passing years, pin the blessings and hopes on the placket, may the time be smiling, the years will be fragrant, the passing years will be quiet, and cherish it.

Leng Qian said a lot of drunken mantras, Han Yi was standing outside the door, what Qiu Lang said and didn't say, he knew it now.

(End of chapter)