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Chapter 112 Standing on the highest point of the city, looking up at the common people

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    I wiped away my tears vigorously, gritted my teeth, and went over to touch her photo

    After returning to school, I stopped thinking about other things and concentrated on preparing for the exam.  But when he is free, he always misses Yan Nan.  Although various reasons make me stop missing her, I would rather deceive myself and let myself believe that I will come together with her.

    Missing, I don't know when it will end, but the time to end will eventually come.  That moment seems too sudden, but it seems very natural.

    I called Yan Nan's good friend Ma Nannan.  In the telephone booth next to the teaching building, the newly purchased IP card, after entering a series of numbers, dialed.

    Using a lot of words to set the stage, when she talked about Yan Nan, she paused, "Yan Nan didn't go to collegeshe was already engaged after graduation."

    I was very quiet: "With whom?"

    "With the boyfriend she has been passionately in love with."

    "Oh, bless her." After an unknown amount of time, I hung up the phone with a crisp "click", and I didn't know how to say goodbye to her.  I stood, raised my head, and cried, I want to cry!  Why no tears.  I have always been calm, sitting in the classroom reading books, taking notes, walking, and doing questions.  Calmly got up from the bed and walked into the vast night.

    High roofs should be the easiest way to touch the starry sky. In the deep night, the lights of the damn city are not dead yet.

    I'm going to die.

    There is nothing to love in life, because I did not succeed, did not get what I deserved after giving, did not get any joy, did not get any brilliance on the road of life, did not feel that I am the happiest person in the world, and did not feel alive  What kind of happiness is there at all, not gaining a little favor from Yang Yue, not being able to read her mind when she was around, not making an affectionate confession, even a hug, in the last meeting with her before she was alive?  ?  Or just some relief, even if pretended

    No one cares about me, no one cares about my tears, why am I crying, why are I crying, tears are so worthless, and I cried so much, Yan Nan, Yang Yue, you all left cruelly.

    Let me go and end everything for me.  Crying and crying, let the body fly down, fly down from this tall building.

    I stood up from the edge of the building, and the campus under my feet lay peacefully in the night. In this peaceful night, an inconspicuous life is about to fly away from you. Goodbye, parents. Goodbye, my life, don¡¯t cry  , Jun, don't cry, it's not worth crying.  When you were young, you often cried, and it was your mother who coaxed you, "Xiaojun, let's not cry, don't cry, Xiaojun."

    "Xiaojun!" It was where my mother called me.

    "Mom, I'm leaving, Dad, I'm leaving."

    The street lamp under my feet flickered alone.

    "Xiaojun!" It was my mother calling me, "I'm leaving, Mom."

    "Xiaojun! Come down for me!" A deep voice stirred in my heart.

    Why are you?  You should live a good life for her, show her your strength, make her regret, regret not choosing you.

    "Come down! Come down!" Where's Mom?  I turned around and fell off the ledge, hitting the floor hard.  When I had had enough crying, I curled up in a corner of the roof and fell asleep quietly.

    When I woke up, when I opened my eyes, the dazzling light stung my eyes painfully.  When I tried to open it again, a heavy lead-colored sky fell down and covered me head-on.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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