Maybe the years have grown old, and what has precipitated is an unspeakable emotion, and now, love is to meet on a bridge called fate, drink a bowl of soup called acacia, have an unchanging heart, live a simple life, and then hold hands with each other and walk a road called a lifetime. Then he whispered a love sentence and wrote a love painting. Bloom a love flower and cover a green tile. Drink a cup of tea and study a bowl of green sand. Pull up a light veil and see the crescent moon on the horizon. Love is like ink and blue flowers, why not be afraid of the moment of beauty. Hard-won love is worth cherishing, but getting an impossible love is panicking, because the parties have never had such extravagant hopes.

It's like the beginning and end of love, which is always unexpected. Lu Jing has always been clear about her position in Zhen Hua's heart, just a substitute, or just a tool to vent, she will not have too much weight in Zhen Hua's heart, at best, it is only a little heavier than the passers-by who meet in Pingshui, even if she has always insisted on what she loves, but she has always known that she is just deceiving herself, even if this time Zhen Hua's trip, she forcibly followed, she also obtained the identity of an official girlfriend, but she understands, Zhen Hua is a man she can never get, that heart has long belonged, she can't get it, and her efforts have never been to get it, but a miracle happened, she seems to have completely gotten it, this man she can't even think of is already her man, this time not only the body, but also the soul is also possessed by her, is this a miracle? For her, yes, indeed, and she couldn't even believe it.

After Zhen Hua fell asleep, she also carefully withdrew from Zhen Hua's arms, put on a gauze coat and walked out of the tent, looking at Zhen Hua who was sleeping soundly, it was inevitable to feel false, Zhen Hua's mature face actually appeared with a smile close to happiness, it was so unreal, she couldn't imagine it. The evening breeze blew wildly on her face, as if she wanted to wake her up, but she had always been sober, what she saw was also a fact, she did get Zhen Hua, whether it was body or soul, Zhen Hua was already her person, and the falsehood she felt was only from the inferiority complex in her heart, because she didn't plan to get it from the beginning, and after she really got it, she would be even more uneasy.

So there are only two kinds of romantic love in the world, one is the love in the TV series, no matter how numb, it can make you cry, and the other is the love you are experiencing, even if the other party is a pig, you can be so painful that you can't sleep all night. Is her love the former or the latter? Maybe Zhen Hua's glorious life is enough to make her love the former, but Zhen Hua's blandness and cowardice still make this love mediocre after all, but what she is looking forward to is such a peaceful love, because peaceful love, like a beach without waves, all she wants is to stay by Zhen Hua's side, in addition, there is actually nothing to ask for, plain, simple, what's wrong?

And there are only so many places around a person, and there are only so many things that can be given, and in this small circle, some people want to come in, and some people have to leave. She never thought that she would be able to enter Zhen Hua's heart one day, because she never had the confidence to force Wen Zixin's heart away, but she did it, she did it miraculously. Before tonight, she knew clearly that Zhen Hua had no place in her heart, but Zhen Hua's fiery kiss made her feel love, not a substitute love, but a love exclusive to her, and at that moment she knew that from that moment on, Zhen Hua really belonged to her.

Therefore feelings without fruit must always fade away; Those who can't have it, will always forget. There is no eternal pain in life, no hurdles that cannot be overcome, and no feelings that cannot be forgotten. Don't be anxious, don't cry, don't be afraid, believe in time, believe in yourself, and believe that God will be kind to every life. You must wait, one day, a pair of hands will gently hold her hand and take her out of the memories. She did it, although before this, she never thought that she could really wait, but the man in the tent, after all, still forgot that woman, he had become his woman, it was a wonderful feeling, it was like having an umbrella, it lasted for a long time, and the rain stopped and refused to accept it, there was a bouquet of flowers, smelled for a long time, withered and refused to throw away, when the sun went down and rose again, everything changed, but this change was what she liked to see.

But what a pitiful pair they are, those they like can't get it, they don't cherish what they get, they doubt together, they miss it, they miss it, they hate to see each other, and they are full of regrets all their lives; What is the best love that doesn't assert that you don't love me because of an unanswered text message, an unintentional word, an insignificant friend. But when he walked through the woods, over the mountains, and across the ocean, he was relieved to let him go far away, no matter what he was thinking, doing or saying anything, he knew that he would not abandon himself. So I gradually learned that there are many things that can be met but not sought, and if they don't belong to themselves, why bother to care.

Feeling the coldness of the mountains in this season, accompanied by a trace of guilt, a trace of concern passing, and looking at the quiet starry sky, it is as if hearing the sound of heartbreak in the distance. She knew that she was wrong, just like every silent night, it was different. In the midst of the chaos of life, if you can be alone in the gentle night, you should cherish and remember. In those years, she has been following in Zhen Hua's footsteps, but she has forgotten why she loves this man so much, and why? She seems to have forgotten that she is all obsessed, so she follows in Zhen Hua's footsteps, so she loves Zhen Hua, but what does she want? Is it just a love? If so, she should let go of these seventeen years, because no man is worth a woman's wait for seventeen years, since she has waited, what she asks for should not be just a simple love, but what she is asking for, in fact, even she herself can't say it, because she doesn't love Zhen Hua as much as she imagined, just a man, in fact, for her, over the years, she can get too much, just a Zhen Hua, I'm afraid she can't convince herself, because she got it, So these seventeen years seem to be wasted, the price is too tragic, and what you get is so unreal, anyone will doubt themselves.

In fact, some losses are doomed, some fate will never have results, loving someone does not necessarily have it, having a person must love him well. Sometimes, it is for love that she quietly dodges, what she dodges is the figure, but what she can't hide from is the silent feelings, maybe this is fate, she shouldn't have this feeling, from beginning to end, she is not qualified to get, but she is forcibly possessed, unscrupulously obtained this feeling that does not belong to herself, she spits on herself, looks at the night, silent, like herself, helpless but not worthy of pity.

It's like someone says parallel lines are the scariest thing, but she thinks the most terrible thing is the intersecting line. Obviously, they have crossed paths, but they will always move away from each other at some point in the future, and they will go further and further. After many years, in the autumn when the white clouds hang in the blue sky, in the afternoon of the sunset and red leaves, when she reopens the page, she will still feel the damp marks, and everything is no longer what it was back then, how simple she was back then, if I got this feeling, she can simply love and guard this feeling, but now she can't do it, she knows too much, and she hates such an unscrupulous self even more, this does not belong to her, she has no reason to accept it, even if she is reluctant, she should give up, So she's pushing herself, but it's just too hard for her.

She knows that love can only be happy if she is free, but she would rather stay by Zhen Hua's side, accompany and accompany Zhen Hua through this tragic life, but she asked herself, she has never been just a meddler, what qualifications do she have? There is never a right or wrong in love, only whether it is suitable or not, willing or not, happy or not. When they couldn't be together anymore, it wasn't that she didn't choose Zhen Hua, or that Zhen Hua abandoned her, but that happiness didn't choose them, happiness didn't choose them, and love didn't choose them. When love comes, she will become naïve, simple, that is, she cares about a person for no reason, whether that person eats well, sleeps well, cares about whether that person is in a good mood, no matter what others say about him, but in his heart he is flawless, but even so, she still loses, because when she gets it, she understands that no matter whether she gets this feeling or not, she is doomed to be a loser, because she loves the wrong person, the person she loves is never Zhen Hua who loves herself, is Zhen Hua who persistently loves Wen Zixin, that kind of Zhen Hua is the Zhen Hua she loves, and the Zhen Hua who belongs to her should not exist.

In fact, this is very contradictory in itself, but she knows that what she loves is that persistence, the same attachment as herself, she didn't choose to let go, but Zhen Hua has already let go, so what reason does she have to love Zhen Hua like this, Zhen Hua she is obsessed with shouldn't be empathetic, even if the object of empathy is herself, she can't tolerate it, so she suddenly felt like a gorgeous puppet, playing all the joys and sorrows, but there are always countless shiny silver threads on her back, manipulating her, is indescribably paranoid, her view of love is crazy and distorted, so she understands that when the gorgeous leaves fall, the veins of life can be seen. Whether it is their love or not, it must also be frost-dyed and green silk, and time passes, so that it can be like the branches of the northern winter, clear, brave and strong. Ren Nianhua is like water, like water, her eager face, like night rain, disturbing her dream soul. How much she hoped to grow old with Zhen Hua, but she was told by reality and paranoia that it was impossible.