There are many things in the world that are difficult to see. For example, the potted holes in the moon, the fine windswept sand blown by the wind in the distance, the veins in the trunks of trees, and ...... A blurred face in the dark.

But it's not impossible to see clearly, you only need to use tools. Through the satellite, you can clearly see the annular pit on the moon, and there is no Guanghan Palace that the ancients longed for. If you cut down the tree, you can see the rings that are scattered, not the hundred years and millennium that you are boasting about. Permeance...... Light, it can see you.

Luo Yuqing looked at Jiang Che on the stage, the light illuminated his figure extraordinarily wide, his right foot was on the ground, his leg was on the guitar, and his face was hidden in the dark. The slender fingers that were stretched out in front of me and the gentle smile that I used to have in front of me are the beauty that I and others envy. And now the beautiful melody that pops up, no hair dyeing, no smoking, can play auspicious, and polite such beautiful praise, but it is a prison that imprisons oneself and is lonely.

I have interrogated myself countless times in my dreams, why it is so difficult for friends to be friends even if they are not together.

Because you don't understand?

I know too much!

Not far from him, there was a girl in a long white dress, with a clean smile like a princess. Luo Yuqing knew her, and she also remembered the topic of the wind that once ran out of her mouth or the heartbeat. Jiang Che, who knew more about leaving her world, became more vivid day by day.

In fact, it's not that I haven't seen him vividly, but every time I see him, I will have different feelings. Just like when he saw his cousin Su Xiaoying that year, his face was full of rich senses and unprecedented vividness. And after meeting yourself, it is more of the kind of breath that can be clearly perceived without frowning with a cold face.

That warm and sad tune.

It is like a cloud that floats motionless in the sky after dusk, assimilated into darkness by the twilight that comes like a tide.

That beauty slowly left her world, and when he left her world, it was shattered in an instant, and the sadness that was rooted in her heart once again erupted, like a never-ending black hole, silently absorbing everything around her.

……

Have you ever hated yourself? That missing courage is stubbornly dominating the beating heart again.

Jiang Che raised his head, countless thoughts exploded in his mind like fireworks, and the strong light that he was not used to could only be vented in an increasingly high-pitched rhythm, so he gradually saw his face in the darkness clearly.

"The brightest star in the night sky, can you hear clearly, the person who looks up, the loneliness and sigh in the bottom of my heart."

Chen Pan walked towards Jiang Che who was sitting on the stool step by step. She thought about how this song began for a long time, and finally decided that Jiang Che would sing it all instead of one person. Because she knows that she can't sing that kind of emotion, and Jiang Che can, maybe after the college entrance examination, she can sing the real emotions behind this song.

Because it was had, because it was lost.

"The brightest star in the night sky, can you remember the figure that once walked with me and disappeared into the wind."

The first scene Su Xiaoying saw when she returned to her seat was Chen Pan walking towards Jiang Che, just like seeing her walking towards Jiang Che step by step. The difference is that the boy has grown up, and may have only planted a seed, but time has allowed it to break through the ground and sprout, but it has not been able to blossom.

"You're not a magic pen Ma Liang, you're just a cloud."

"But you're not really a cloud, so you'll just tear off a corner stingily, because the cloud isn't a marshmallow, so you're not sweet. And I call myself a magic pen Ma Liang, and I want to paint with colorful clouds and paint the honey family to give to the world, but I can't paint the cheeks that make the white clouds red. ”

In the dark, Su Xiaoying slowly closed her eyes.

At that time, whoever was soft and soft, who smiled like a flower, and whose land was barren. But he fell down, leaned on the railing alone, and looked at the moon and broke his bowels.

At that time, who swore an oath to the sea, who spoke sonorously, and a few lines of sadness and ink fell? It's hard to think! Wearing a pen for red makeup? Get drunk.

"I pray to have a transparent heart and tearful eyes to give me the courage to believe again, to go beyond the lie and embrace your ......."

is no longer a deep voice, but a clear female voice, but it makes more people silent. Who hasn't really liked someone at the age of seventeen or eighteen, the kind of liking that is very hard and very attentive. Many times we are all moved, hear a song, watch a movie. Leave your own tears in other people's stories, because you have loved, because you have never had, and because you have had and missed.

Chen Pan has never liked this song more at this moment, maybe someone will notice her ulterior motives, and maybe it will also arouse his sadness, but she has never been so close to him, not sitting next to him, but the little soul hidden in her body.

"The brightest star in the night sky, do you know where the figure that once walked with me is? The brightest star in the night sky, whether it cares, whether it is waiting for the sun to rise, or whether the accident comes first. I'd rather keep all the pain in my heart than forget your eyes. ”

Jiang Che knew that there was a girl sitting under the stage where he couldn't see him, but he had no reason to continue. It was like he asked himself, or maybe it was just an accident.

An acquaintance he only had because of Jiang Wen and Su Xiaoying.

Perhaps, time can really forget everything, just like they were inseparable in the past, going to and from school together, just like they are each okay now. But Jiang Che clearly knew that this time the wall in his heart could only be destroyed by himself.

No one else can replace it.

……

Zhou Bian sat under the stage, Fang Xin sat on his left hand, still holding the flowers he gave just now, because the contestants did not have to sit in a fixed position, and because Jiang Che was on the stage at the moment, the seat was vacant. He can clearly feel this kind of careful thinking hidden in his body, just like the "winter beauty" he ran to the stage to send, Fang Xin who gave up hugging because of his weight.

"At this moment, you shouldn't send flowers again?" Fang Xin put the flower heavily on Zhou Bian's hand, rubbed her sore hand, and looked at Zhou Bian viciously, making her ugly.

"Ha, we can't spoil people's hugs, after all, we've been planning for a long time." Zhou Bian smiled knowingly, and when he reacted, he quickly shut his mouth.

"Oh! So you sent me 'Winter Beauty' to destroy my hug, and it's been planned for a long time! ”

“…… Shhhhh ”

The so-called "winter beauty" is not actually a flower, but has the shape of a flower, which is like a fingernail, light purple in color, and has thick and juicy leaves. Also commonly known as "henna." ”

Because of its dwarfness, several flowers are symbiotic, so it can only be made into a potted plant.

So, have you ever seen someone send flowers along with a pot?

Well, I've seen it.