To leave a city is to forget a person.

I couldn't let go of my heart at all, and then I chose to leave, and that year I went to the imperial capital, hoping to keep up with the bustling rhythm there, and hoping that the huge city could drown out my little sadness.

No matter where I went, I couldn't give up writing a novel, just as I couldn't refuse to look at the sky in a daze every night. Even the first job I found was next to a publishing house that often submits articles.

Here I felt the taste of broken love, just a wall away from the work I loved, but I could only send emails to it, occasionally get a reply to a few false praises, and get a pitiful fee.

The girl who lives with me is envious of not wanting, I told her, in fact, writing things is very simple, anyone can do it, and you don't need any great thoughts, find a book to change a few words and copy it again You can go to the publishing house to exchange money and spend, this era only needs writers, no writers.

The girl who lived with her tilted her head and blinked, indicating that she didn't understand, in her eyes, it was already great to have a manuscript fee, and I realized that all the people living in our dormitory were stupid and sweet.

The first dream of coming to the imperial capital was to become a professional writer, but he became a teacher by mistake.

Probably because I wrote English level 6 on my resume, in fact, I don't know anything about educating children except for doing questions.

During the training, the trainer told us that we should just read according to the textbook, because the children here are easy to deceive.

As a result, I was the number one star teacher in every quarter. I think I'm probably better at coaxing children, telling my own sad stories to them like jokes.

Those who understand will shed tears, but the children are very innocent and listen to them as jokes.

Work is more or less like this, life is a terrible mess.

Sitting on the subway, driving from here to there, there is no space for anyone to squeeze in, but the heart and heart are separated by the distance of Tianhe.

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The most heartbreaking thing is that I received phone calls one by one, and other classmates have blossomed, but I am wandering in the imperial capital, a senior Beipiao.

In the future, who am I so-and-so, I wanted him to be happy to see me in a wedding dress, but now I can only live in memories.

At that time, my favorite thing was to turn a song into a single loop, and then quietly sink into the music and write my own script, Bandry, Chopin, and even Beethoven were my friends.

The only thing I am not interested in is pop music, because I used to write lyrics for people, and I thought that those lyrics were too fake, and they could not be adapted to my ears as pure music.

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Biologists say that the squid has three hearts, and when it is distressed, it needs eight hands to comfort it.

Xiaoqiang has two brains, and they think about who they are thinking about together late at night. The fish only has a seven-second memory, and when it turns around, it never remembers again. In fact, the imperial capital is a huge fish tank, and some people, after saying goodbye, are gone for the rest of their lives.

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I don't have the ability to fish, and I can't forget many things. I didn't have eight hands, so I had to cover my eyes with both hands to keep the tears from flowing, and I couldn't comfort myself with three times the pain when I recalled.

I miss it all the time, and it must be longer than two brains. I don't want too much anymore, I just want to wake up in the morning and see someone and the sunshine.

Some things are not written down for the purpose of writing down anything, but I just hope that one day, someone, and myself can see it, at least at that time I will understand some of the joys and sorrows of the present.

1. Every girl is *, and angels are not to be harmed. When you meet her, you have to hurt her, because in her previous life, her wings were broken, and she kept it here, and sooner or later, he would fall from the sky and come back to take away the other half that belonged to her.

2. It's been several years, and the wound of failing the college entrance examination is still my unhealed scar.

I still always remember the dreams of that time, the impulses of that time, and the boy in the depths of my memory. He looked up at the sky and was the most handsome, and I could still see his face brushing my eyes.

As beautiful as the stars in the darkest night sky.

The boy I remember is always very deep, and at that time I looked forward to seeing him every day, looking forward to his voice, expecting him to pass every footprint in my heart.

At that time, there were many boys chasing him, and I was always the one who hovered outside his heart, like the moon, which was bright but could never reach it. But I was still stupid, and I still ran to the door of their class to peek at him.

Xiao Y is in the same class as the boy, and every day he describes all the good things about the boy and tells me that he needs to queue up if he likes him.

3. Xiao Y didn't know that this joke was really sad, and I was actually sad for a long time because of a joke. Luckily, these were all things a long time ago. It's not mine, I haven't forced it. Xiao Y said, if you like it, chase it, even if you line up, I can register for him.

4. I said forget it, let it all be.

I've also thought about chasing it if I like it, even if I fail, at least the boy will know that he has been liked like this. Sometimes, I feel like I'm lonely now, then

5. A person, a love, a word, you can't forget a quilt.

6. Places we've been to, skies we've seen together, burgers we've eaten together. Together....

7. Xiao Y is a person who can be so good that he has no heart and lungs, in his eyes, it seems that except for the sky of the ancient city, it is all the purity of mineral water.

He would wake up naturally in a particularly cold winter, and then call me outside the dormitory building with a smile, and I wouldn't tell him that I had been waiting for him outside for a long time.

It's silly every day, but it's silly and cute.

8. The song I like to listen to is called red beans. Walking on a strange street corner, suddenly hearing it, I will squat down and cry sadly, Xiao Y said, there is a soul hidden in every song. The more similar they are, the more sad they are, and the sadness in the song is the tears that this person hides.

9. It's been almost a year since I became friends with Little Y, and it's really fast to think about it. How did I chase the male god into an ordinary blue-faced friend. It's amazing to think about.

11. Can't stop his giggles. It's like I can't quit listening to songs and writing novels.

12. His smile is always silly, people who know him say that he doesn't look at walking and doesn't listen to talking, and he is indeed a handsome and quiet little brother from a distance. In fact, I know that he is quiet, which is really moving. Because that's his nature, natural beauty is unadorned.

And he is a complete funnyman, only smiling in front of me like a wonderful flower.

13. His foolish things are like paint, decorated with simple white paper. He felt that he had broken the lock on the cabinet, and he was so sad that he ran to the building management room to borrow tools and still couldn't get it. As a result, Xiao Y looked at his lock, and it was done in a few clicks, and Xiao Y sighed, like Brother Y, his IQ will say goodbye to the lock.

14. Little y, a name that often appears in my high school notes. At that time, it was just a crush (because Xiao Y said,The object is to queue up.。。 Why didn't he write him into the poem, because he hadn't stepped out of my notes yet.

15. I like that he is silent, like the stars like the touch of the wind. He often has a headache over a small thing, and his memory is so good that it is not easy to forget. I remember one day in my third year of high school, I went to class 19 to look for Xiao Y, and I saw through the back door that Xiao Y was the only one sitting there in the class. He first crawled on his seat and sobbed, without crying at all, only seeing his little body trembling slightly, like a bird that had just fluffed its wings. I watched him slowly walk to the window and look at the sky in the distance, the stone in my heart instantly withered and shattered, maybe this little bird felt like I was too far away from the sky.

16. I still like to listen to the songs we have listened to together, and I still look at the sea alone, but now the sea in my eyes is no longer the sea we watched together, and I still sit alone on the beach and fantasize, auditory hallucinations.

I feel that I have no self-confidence, I don't know if the original choice is right or wrong, listening to the song for a walk, the road is so long, will I suddenly think of him, at a certain intersection where this song suddenly ends.

This is a sentence I wrote to Xiao Y at the time, and it is said that someone has reprinted it. At that time, I felt that Xiao Y was like me, and there were many sentences written to him, just like lust, and I felt that there was his world.

17. I wish there was a place where there were not so many desires and not so many ties. Lived in a house facing the sea breeze with a large bed facing the rising sun. When I look at the stars, everything is quiet, just like the two of us are the only ones left in the world, tired, I have a shoulder to lean on him, sleepy, I hold him and bite his ear. It's simple, but he feels distressed.

18. I know that now my mood is starting to become simpler, and waking up in the morning with the sun and him is a good day. Suddenly I felt like a single-celled creature, I didn't want to do anything, I didn't do anything, I just wanted to be stupid with someone. I don't know if I'm unproductive like this. All I know is that where I am, he is not allowed to be lonely, and where there is him, it is sunny every day

19. It has been said that when you dream of a person, you are thinking about him because the person is thinking about him.

20. At that time, Xiao Y had not yet come to the ancient city, and the two of us learned about each other's lives on the phone almost every day, from the tuition fee that was related to the fate of the students, to the small dog that the aunt next door had. There is nothing that cannot be discussed, nothing that cannot be discussed. Chatting together until three o'clock in the morning, maybe just chatting about one topic. Xiao Y would rub his eyes and tell me pitifully that he would go to sleep after chatting for half an hour, and he would have morning self-study tomorrow.

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If you find it boring and you can't read the previous one, please skip to the last line and read as if the stories were written for me.

Music, novels, and little y, an addiction I can never quit.

If one day, a bad girl walks by with headphones and doesn't laugh at her ruffian, maybe he is not listening to popular songs, but quiet light music. Remember to say hi to her because she is really lonely.

(This chapter was borrowed from my second aunt...) Wood has a way, it's too busy for the New Year, woo woo (┬_┬))