Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

The pen is sad, and the pen is thin and cold. Stretching out his hand, he can't grasp the fate scattered around the world. Looking at you from afar, it's hard to think.

Singing those ancient stories in a low voice, the years have grown old, and the past has rippled. A pot of sadness will drink the past. Can I allow me, with the help of the cool breeze, to compose the flat rhythm into a lingering tune, with your distant figure, drift away, and then drift away.

Xue Jie sighed at the helplessness in her heart, and wrote a farewell letter "Goodbye" with a stroke of her pen, and after a certain sound was published, she hid all her poetry works and uninstalled a certain sound.

I write with desolation, with despair. The first time I saw it in my memory was like an oil-paper umbrella that had never been put away in lovesickness. Those storylines that grow old at any time, leaning on my lonely soul, with the agility of the tip of the pen, are layered and tasteless, grinding into dust.

Tears erode bones, sleeves dyed. How much prosperity has turned into smoke. Time is too thin, the vicissitudes of time, how many swears, has been light and light.

Time is shallow, can the scorching heat that burns in the depths of the heart no longer be sad? Can those pasts that have been alienated by time be written into the most beautiful lines of poetry in the world?

"I was so scared to cry and cry that I stopped crying." The shiny eyes rolled down the shiny things, and Xue Jie covered her head with the quilt sadly. I breathe in the warmth you have left, and I bow my head, bow my head, bow my head and bow my head again, kissing every inch of land you walk.

"Na He"

The years are like a shuttle,

Chisel through chaos and melancholy.

It's hard to guess the floating life,

Bitter wind and cold.

——Tang Tang (Le Yun)

"Xuejie, I saw the farewell letter you sent, just quit that circle, and I won't have to worry about it anymore. I'll send you all the screenshots of the chat that the master sent me, and you'll be able to see why we're doing this. Xue Jie was still thinking about herself, and suddenly, Chen Shuai sent a message,

"Okay, you send it to me, and I'll see what the hell is going on." Xue Jie still wanted to know why all this was going on. With dozens of chat screenshots sent to Xue Jie, Xue Jie was stunned after reading it.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say to you, but I've never lied to you. Since you believe them or not, I don't have anything to say, so be it. After reading those things, Xue Jie sent a message to Depression.

After thinking about it, Xue Jie deleted the depressed WeChat.

I've done my best to toss and turn for you, like Thomas, dozens of times. When trust is gone, then I think the whole world is a liar.

Because I know that I will never meet again, I love and care for you with all my heart. However, your trust in me is like a bubble slowly floating in a sprite, transparent and fragile.

In the twilight, Xue Jie suddenly remembered how sincere her depressed worries and worries were when she was in a coma, and she went to the temple to pray for herself, which was not a lie.

Xue Jie felt so sad in her heart, even if she wanted to leave, she should at least explain it to Depression, am I too stupid.

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