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Late spring, when everything is at its most luxuriant.

The buds of the new year have grown stronger and stronger, and the original baby-like has now transformed into a young girl, dancing briskly with the spring breeze in the embrace of the earth. It's like a large green carpet neatly spread on the ground, rising and falling like waves.

And among them, clusters of bright red roses are surrounded, compared to them, like rows of charming dancing girls, in the bright sunshine, to all the flowers and trees unreservedly show their enchanting figures, people can not take their eyes off greed.

On the side of their dance hall, under one of the dense towering trees, a man in a white shirt was sitting on the rough roots of the tree, leaning against the trunk of the tree, squinting lightly, looking at all this, admiring each rose, reluctant to move away

The dark eyes are deep, the face has long faded from the immaturity of youth, and the facial features are even more profound and upright, just like a jade pendant that was simply carved out of the outline not long ago, and now it has been carved more perfectly, and more of this is the temperament that people can't help but be in awe.

He didn't know how many times he had been to this garden, he only knew that when he closed his eyes, he could accurately depict every scene in the dark, as if he had taken a picture in his mind.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, he can't bring his smile, all he can see is the happy figure of the girl running between them.

Only in that moment would he have a moment of real feeling, she was back

And what has supported him for so many years is only these sparkling memories

Seventeen years ago, she pretended to leave forever so that he began to learn to wait; Ten years later, she reappeared in his world, and when he happily thought he was going to have her again, she gave it to himself, but waited endlessly.

He had waited for her for seventeen years, and he had loved her deeply for seventeen years. And she chose to leave ruthlessly again and again, and she also chose to hurt again and again.

She hurt not only him, but also herself.

He hated her, but he loved her; She loves him, but she chooses to let go of it countless times.

She said she was for him, it's just that when will she really think about it

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Tired, closed eyes.

I've repeated the action countless times, and I'm used to it.

Got up, gently helped the tree, felt the old cracks on it, and looked at the crooked name on one side that had been deepened countless times. Turn around.

With the wind, step away.

Night.

The noisy and disorderly street market is brightly lit. Countless stalls line the street. The whole road is full of pedestrians, and all that is left for the cars is the narrow "gap" in the weight of the road

Although it caused inconvenience to most people, no one shouted or blamed. On the contrary, from time to time on the street stalls on the side of the main road, a few customers can be heard skillfully haggling with the vendors for a few yuan goods, and in the eyes of everyone, everything seems to be so happy.

And in such an ordinary and popular occasion, a handsome young man in white was unsurprisingly particularly eye-catching among everyone. All around him was the constant whispers of talk and undisguised greedy gazes

He was accustomed to all this, and he didn't care, and walked along the route that was too familiar to be more familiar, bypassing all the shops, until he heard the loud cheers of people around him.

Stopped, and walked straight into an old shop.

"Handsome guy, it's here again today, it's still the same two dishes, right" As soon as he entered, the aunt who came out to greet him smiled and familiarly led him to a position against the wall, "This position is reserved for you here."

"Thank you."

Everything seemed so familiar to me, the wooden table that had been repaired a few times but never replaced, the gray-yellow walls and oil-stained chairs.

This time, without a trace of discomfort and disgust, he skillfully pulled out a chair and sat down, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, and sat quietly and waited.

What came to my ears was the different laughter mixed with the sound of stir-frying, filled with endless noise, and the aroma of incomparably cheap beer wafted into my nose.

Sitting alone at the moment, he is enjoying all this so much.

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