Bu Yanxi believes that listening to songs can reflect a person's current emotions.

Because she herself is like this, when she is in a good mood, she likes to listen to cheerful light music, when she is leisurely, she will listen to elegant blues, and when the night is quiet, she always prefers love songs, whether it is lonely, healing, quiet, or sad......

The time of the single loop, the silence is lost.

I don't know how many times she listened to "Nathan", she listened to the sad melody, looked at the bitter lyrics, and felt that Ming Yuyan was in love.

And it could be unrequited love.

What kind of girl would he like?

What kind of girl can make him like it?

He always looked arrogant and unapproachable.

Could it be that the abnormality in his physical education class today is also because of this?

Maybe at this moment, he is doing the same thing as her, listening to the song, thinking about the heroine who doesn't know who it is.

And she can only be regarded as a classmate who has had an unpleasant quarrel with him at best, and she can't even remember her name.

For a while, she had mixed feelings in her heart.

Deserve.

She even gloated and scolded with a little sadness.

You're so arrogant, and you're so venomous, you deserve that the girl you like doesn't like you.

She used to think that love was as simple and delicate as poetry, just like the passage in "Lolita", which could fade and wither, but as long as she looked at the person she liked, there were thousands of tenderness welling up in her heart.

She had always thought so.

It wasn't until later that she discovered that love is more like a song, and it often doesn't know where it starts, and it's often out of tune.

It's a dream that comes and goes in the bottom of my heart.

In a trance, there seemed to be the sound of pulleys speeding in my ears.

There were also vague hearings, a few voices that couldn't tell who was who and where they came from, as if they were calling her name, but they didn't.

The lights in the operating room are on.

In a coma, Bu Yanxi recalled over and over again the scene before the accident, the chilling missile fell straight towards her, and finally exploded behind her, the strong shock wave spread, and she fainted almost immediately.

The debris cut through her arms and chest, and Qin Wen and a male reporter rushed to her desperately, desperately dragging her away from the danger zone.

There seemed to be a thick smell of blood wafting through the air.

She seemed to have returned to the hospital ward that year, Wu Yueyao was pushed out of the operating room by the nurse with a sallow face, holding her hand tightly and not letting go, as soon as she opened her mouth, the tears in her eyes fell, "Please...... Help me...... I can't tell him about that. ”

The picture in front of me turns from real to virtual, fades to gray and white, and then gradually becomes transparent.

A figure scurried through the images, and before she could see the face, she vanished.