Author: Depressed Child

"Xuejie, do you know who I am? I'm handsome, Xuejie, can you hear me? ”

"Xuejie, do you remember that we said that we would write poems and play games together? Our games haven't been played yet, Xue Jie, you can't talk and don't count. ”

"Xuejie, can you hear me? I'm handsome. Xue Jie, do you remember that time when you danced for me, I wrote a song for you. Do you remember? You still say the beautiful poem, I'll read it to you. After speaking, depressed for Xue Jie.

"Linjiang Immortal"

@雪洁

The mirror contouring is still haggard, pitiful and unfounded

When it will be in your eyes

I remember that I hate, but my heart is the same as you

Who is lovesick and can't send it, but I'm afraid that a good dream will not come true

Let his spring fade into haze

Only the little woman, counting the sound of falling flowers

- Depressed Child

After reading the poem in a depressed mood, he couldn't hold back his tears and continued: "Xue Jie, Xue Jie, are you okay?" Do you remember me? Xue Jie, do you remember when you once sang Chengdu to me? I was so touched at the time, I also said that your voice is so good, I like it very much, Xuejie, do you remember? By the way, I also learned this song today, and I'll sing it to you. After speaking, depressed began to sing "Chengdu".

"It's not just last night's wine that brings tears to my eyes. What makes me reluctant is not only your tenderness. How long is the rest of the road, you hold my hand. What makes me feel embarrassed is the freedom to struggle. Separation is always in September, and memories are the sorrow of longing. The weeping willows of late autumn kissed my forehead. In that rainy town, I have never forgotten you, Chengdu, only you can't take away. Take a walk with me on the streets of Chengdu...

Until all the lights go out, you'll hold my sleeves and I'll put my hands in my trouser pockets. Walk to the end of Yulin Road and sit at the door of the tavern.

Respectively, I always remember the sorrow of missing in September, and the weeping willows of late autumn kiss my forehead. In that rainy town, I never forgot you. Chengdu, only you ,...... you who can't take it away"

Suddenly, a weak "handsome handsome" came to the depressed ears.

"I'm here, I'm here, Xue Jie, you finally spoke, Xue Jie, are you okay? I'm so glad you opened your mouth to talk to me. Xuejie, why wasn't it me who was hurt, I regret it. Depression can't hide the sadness in my heart, "Silly girl, I've made you suffer." ”

"Seven didn't cut her wrists, she's a liar." Xue Jie tried to make her voice louder. "I want to tell you about it, but I can't find you." Tears slowly slid down Xuejie's pale face.

"I know, I know, Xuejie, I've always known. Then Seven is not a good person. And somehow, how could she cut my wrists for me. I thought that photo was a fake at first glance. She hurt you like this, and I feel sorry for me, I'm sorry. Depressed and helpless, he said, "I really regret knowing her, and I regret teaching her poetry." By the way, Xuejie, is there anything else wrong with you? You have to tell me. ”

"I'm fine, don't worry." After saying this, Xue Jie gently pulled the quilt on her body and bit her mouth tightly. No matter how painful it is, you can't let depression worry.

"Xue Jie, you have to take care of your body, and when you get better, we will play games together. By the way, isn't it hard for me to sing, don't laugh at me, it's the first time I've sung for a girl. Depressed seemed to feel Xue Jie's pain, and pretended to be calm.

"It's a nice song, I'll listen to it again." Xue Jie endured the pain and said slowly to depression.

"Okay, then I'll sing it to you again, if you don't dislike it. Oh, I suddenly forgot the tune. Depressed scratched his head, "Oh, remembered, I started singing." ”

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