Some people may actually be harming others, or someone will always hurt others unintentionally, even if she doesn't know it, but that's a simple truth. Someone gets it, someone will lose it, Lu Jing's gain and possession is a way of plundering, even if she doesn't know it, but she has already done it, Wen Zixin and Zhen Wenxin's side has lost Zhen Hua, and because of her unilateral possession, Zhen Hua can't come back, a period of hardship, maybe it will eventually dissipate, but now there can only be ordinary resentment, nothing else, maybe they also hope to have other, but no one gives them extra options, and they can only be forced to be stuck in a single option, This is sorrow, and it is also the inevitable cause and effect.

There are many unknown secrets, especially in Zhen Hua's body, there are many secrets shared with Wen Zixin, purely in terms of life, they are the most familiar people with each other, Lu Jing can't remember every detail of life, but Wen Zixin can, this is the precipitation of the years, the details imprinted in the bones, can not be forgotten at all, so the two of them can't be separated at all, they have known each other for too long, they have relied on each other for too long, their friendship is no longer pure, and the sprout of feelings has long been fermented, broke into each other's hearts when no one cared about them, and left each other's footprints on the deepest heart, how could they give up? Even if Zhen Hua is ruthless, he can't erase the experience of the past thirty years, it is a life, the mixed feelings in life are inseparable from life itself, so they are even more inseparable, each other's hearts have long been blended, so why bother to separate? What good is it to force it?

Lu Jing knew that she could forcibly take possession of Zhen Hua's body, which came from Zhen Hua's guilt about herself, but she understood that she couldn't get Zhen Hua's heart in her life, and the person in Zhen Hua's heart was a mountain that she couldn't climb in her life, and she never tried to climb it, because she knew that it was just hitting a stone with an egg, so she never thought about it, but she stimulated Wen Zixin again and again, since seventeen years ago, her existence is constantly challenging or frustrating Wen Zixin, Her appearance is so plain, even if she has a bit of a look, but she is not enough to see in front of Wen Zixin, but it is she who has completed the plunder of Zhen Hua, and Wen Zixin is still powerless. There are too many stories of the ugly duckling, but Lu Jing is definitely not one of them, Zhen Hua has never fallen in love with her from beginning to end, but she is simply possessed, at first the reason was anger and extreme, but now it is guilt and kindness, but no matter what kind of emotion, there is no love mixed in it.

Some friendships will be like a starlight in the night, even if there is no temperature, but it can illuminate the softest place in each other's hearts. Just like at this time, even if you are in two places, but when you think of each other, your heart is warm. What kind of romance do you like? Actually, no, even if you lose it, it's not a big deal, a simple encounter, but it is a lifetime of memory. A journey of encounters, a continuation of a love song, no prediction, no paving, just the right collision of affection, this may be the result of fate, always at the right time, in the right place, met the right person. This is the right key to unlocking the code of love.

So there is such a kind of thought, wandering in the midnight dream, there is always a figure, looming in the dream, looking at each other, is already a thousand words. Deep love is in the heart, and shallow love is in the eyes. I really miss it the most. It's in a dream. Like a person. It is the waiting for the autumn water, and it is the longing for a thousand turns. It is the crowd looking for him thousands of times, suddenly looking back, the melancholy in the dim light, and the waiting without regrets in the past life and this life. There is a love in your hand, there is a love in life, there is a dream, there is a hidden tear that has no fate, it is a broken thread, and it is also a scattered dream. Looking back, the pattern is broken, the vicissitudes of life are slow, a wind chime breaks the love line, and a fate breaks the memories of life. Write off the pattern, don't understand the tears of life, write about the vicissitudes of life, don't see the cherishing of the past, just the one who turns around and becomes the inadvertent of life, and misses every smile that looks back.

In fact, no one wants to separate, all leaving is a choice of desperation, but as long as you take this step, no matter how helpless you are, it is still, it becomes a lost memory, a fleeting dream, in the contemptuous flow of time, gradually dusty, but from time to time in the dead of night quietly floated to the heart. So it can only be to dust those pasts. A pale flow of melancholy, scattered to the end of the world, the pursuit of perfection, but left scars, the gorgeous slender look through the autumn water, boiled with the fragrance of ink, thousands of sails of the pen tip recorded the beauty. It's just the remnants of the memories of the memories, in this life and this life, should the sunset be allowed, and the sky is barren? During this arduous journey, I saw the brilliance of the fireworks, but I could see the pain of the fireworks landing.

There are too many mistakes, so the heart has been close, the love has something to rely on, the perception of love is a hidden heart, the soul has a habitat, understands what to say, the soul has intersection, the interpretation is the joy and sorrow of the heart, the heart has listened, life is limited, don't leave too much waiting, bosom friend, bosom friend, informed, love lasts, feelings are not equal, to cherish a love, heart understands, heart with the same heart, sincerity, precious in the bosom friend, fate, go with the flow, fate, you keep, I wait, will not leave with the years, heart for heart, can forever, feelings, will grow old with time, because of each other and attract, enough to wait, light pick up the dance rhyme of the years, those songs that come from treading water, because of the heart and understand the heart, it is enough, the love of each other, those who hold the end of the world, indifferently keep together, honest relatively, indifferently into a smile in the back, stained with clouds, holding hands with the heart, nourishing life, even if there is no sound in the ears, wake up the sleeping ripples, the red world, there is love in the heart, the heart will be warm, the love has been happy, love has been mulberry.

Maybe you will love the wrong person or cry bitterly about something that is not worth it, but one thing is certain, that is, mistakes can help you find the right person, and that can also make people do better next time. Who is infallible? Everyone has had a painful experience, just to find their final destination. It's just that I'm afraid of the years, but I don't know how sad it is to be alive. No one thinks that survival is boring anymore, and many people are struggling between life and death. When will they be grateful for what they have? Maybe it was once, they did have everything, but those were given to them by Zhen Hua, and they themselves have nothing, maybe they have many things that ordinary people envy, but the things they can't afford to lose the most, once they lose them, they naturally ignore those that ordinary people envy.

Yes, Wen Zixin is a public goddess in front of the world, how can there be anything missing? Shouldn't she be the favored darling of the world? What qualifications does she have to sigh, but no one knows, where did she get everything she got today? It was Zhen Hua's initial support, and Zhen Hua has always used all kinds of manpower and material resources to escort her, where is she favored by the world, which is clearly Zhen Hua's preference, but when the object of this preference is no longer her, then how does she feel? It's that the whole world has abandoned her, she is helpless, she has become alone, it's so simple, but she can't show it, so it's extremely painful.

The heart-rending pain was enough once, and she had no strength to be hurt again. Last time, it was the loss of family affection, all her emotions were almost paralyzed by pain, but Zhen Hua fished her out of the bottomless abyss, but this time what she lost was Zhen Hua, so she finally had to slowly learn to get used to being sad alone, like to cry alone, like to be heartbroken alone, everything is used to being alone. Although I don't want to, I can't help it.

I once thought that the world was eternal, but it was just the prosperity of a strange road, the gentleness of the light dance on the fingertips, the sympathy of the autumn breeze in a window, and blurred the eyes. Love is at a dead end, and it is difficult to recover when covered with water. What happiness is, in fact, is very simple, but that person cares. has always been in love, but the fate is shallow. The once intoxicating atmosphere has become uncomfortable now, and only words are used to keep warm. She thought about it a lot, in the sadness of the end of the song, quietly forgetting Zhen Hua's appearance, and being safe and sound in the years without Zhen Hua, but this was obviously impossible, and her efforts were just in vain. Maybe only by being hurt, hurting, and crying can the heart lose its warmth. The more times it hurts, it becomes a habit. The extreme pain will also become numb in the face of habit.

There are some stories that no one will leave except memories; There is some helplessness, and no one will say anything except silence; There are some things that no one will understand except yourself. There were some things she pretended not to know. There were words she pretended not to hear. Some people, she pretends to smile at you. Those things, those words, those people she knew, then there would be no so much sorrow, and there would not be so much sadness.

Now she doesn't need to wait, the time of waiting for Zhen Hua to come back is so tormenting, the madness of waiting is draining her happiness day by day, just like a spring silkworm spinning silk, only abandoning an empty skin bag to suffer in pain. But now it is not needed, maybe it is also a relief, maybe, there will always be something left in the deepest part of life, deep and shallow traces, beware of brushing, no longer feel pain. Only one serving of numbness. Drinking coffee, the bitter taste made her slowly bitter to death, but it was a pity that the cup was not bitter coffee, but mellow red wine.

In fact, I know that some fantasies can never be realized, some questions will never be answered, some stories will never end, and some people will always be just familiar strangers, but they will still be hard to pursue, wait, fantasize, in the bustling strange road, destined to be lonely and dependent, everyone can understand, the pain when lonely embrace, the story is sleepless after all, the ocean of quicksand, only in tears at the moment of turning. Therefore, drinking lonely wine, blowing the wind of freedom, waiting for a person who has no return date, and dreaming only of himself for the rest of his life, is also a kind of peace of mind.