But I do all this for Yan Nan. Although I clearly know that it is impossible, I am not willing to give up.
Even if there are girls pursuing, they are excellent girls in the eyes of others, I am numb and indifferent. After I cruelly rejected one after another, I was amazed at my numbness, but I just couldn't convince myself that I love Yan Nan.
In six years, only six nights are unforgettable for me. December 5th is Yan Nan's birthday.
In six years, there are six sleepless nights. A few red candles have always accompanied me when I was lonely. I want to accompany her, and I want to bless her. Even if it makes me suffer a little more, I want Yan Nan to live happily and live every day well.
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Every time I surf the Internet, I always search for her name first without knowing it. After several years of news, there are suddenly more, such as the student union of a certain college, Mandarin grades, and resume. I know she's fine, so I'm relieved.
I love Yan Nan and love her for the rest of my life
That's the way it is. In fact, love is just a pile of waste paper. Once written, it becomes a love letter and a diary, and becomes a beauty. Pick it out from the garbage dump of memory and hide it well. If you can't write well, you can't wait to tear it to pieces. I watched helplessly as it burned to ashes, but my heart was still knotted.
Six years after the incident, he was willing to reminisce and record the past. He was not lazy before, but he dared not face it. He was extremely sentimental about the falling leaves flying all over the sky in autumn, and he couldn't bear to see them. Spring is here, and there is a lot of vitality, but he can't be happy again.
Summer's sleepiness and he refused to rest. The winter is very cold, and he is willing to suffer in the ice and snow. What's up with him? During these years, he wanted to forget her and tortured himself in various ways
He doesn't think he's stupid. Instead of making him unbearable with the uncontrollable pain in his heart, it is better to let his body fatigue and his sensitivity recede, so that he will feel better. But he cherishes his body very much, so he is often trapped in the quagmire of spirit and cannot extricate himself.
He likes her, but she doesn't like him. He often drives his soul to the edge of the cliff, in a trance, and feels that life is really meaningless every day.
What a complete tragedy
Most of the world is full of talented men and women, who fall in love with each other, and the happy ending is passed down as a good story, but I often think that after their happy ending, it is just a sentence "they lived a happy life"? Will they be stumbling and making noise? Or is it like the high probability of various modern marriages: divorce?
From a good storyteller to an enemy, or a passerby?
But after thinking too much, I suddenly felt that my heart was too dark.
For pure love, if you think too much but can't get it, a person will be crazy like this.
I am indeed crazy.
Tormented by something that I want so much but can't get, I have to split myself into several petals.
One is herself, the other is the person who loves herself, and the other is her.
But after consoling myself for so long, it is always inevitable that I will be overwhelmed by my own tragic love.
Always thinking, when I am moved by heaven and earth, she will suddenly stand in front of me, smile at me, and wave to me: "Hi! Long time no see! How are you?"
How would I answer her?
"I am fine, and you?"
Too hypocritical.
"I'm not good, it's all your fault!"
Is it too hypocritical?
Ah! Delusional again! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com