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Chapter Twelve I am familiar with the process of your decline

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    (except as a flower

    A natural plant

    What are you still doing?

    I am familiar with the process of your decline

    At the same time revitalize you

    full of trust

    ¡ª¡ªXi Li's "A Rose": "I'm Familiar With Your Decay Process")

    forty five

    After Qiong arrived at Haida, she was arranged to go to the school hospital.  There are not many people, and there are very few patients every day. Except for some retired professors and their family members who come to get medicine every day, the school hospital is usually so clean that it makes people feel in a trance.  The ubiquitous smell of disinfectant made her lose her ability to distinguish other smells.

    Can't remember when I started to lose my sense of smell.  After losing her sense of smell, Joan felt that she had no interest in food either.  Interest, sensitivity, anticipation, passionate heartbeat and shyness It seems that the hormones in her body suddenly disappeared, and the incompleteness, loss, depression, and indifference enveloped her silently like miasma in a swamp.  Like many people who are suddenly dragged out and thrown into the cold air in the heat of love, a great sense of depression lingers in her heart for a long time.  Even if he suddenly ran to the school to find her (in fact, it was a joke between him and the students), she was still puzzled despite being excited.

    From Joan's home to Haicheng University, it is from one end of the city to the other.  Every day, she travels between the two poles of the city, as if a long life is reduced to one day, and then this day is repeated endlessly.

    This is a hopeless situation.

    Zhang Han once tried to send Joan, but she was determined not to, she would rather take the bus by herself.

    The sunshine in the southern spring morning falls in patches on both sides of the street, how bright and warm those brand new buildings are, passing by outside the car window.

    Joan felt herself falling asleep again.

    Sleepy and sleepy is a happy morning, like a weekend.

    It's been a long time since I've had a morning like this¡ªno start, no action, I'm falling asleep while others are hurrying on

    This kind of happiness has been there before, but it has been a long time since!

    When the bus stopped, some people crowded in again, and Joan felt a little dark in front of her eyes.

    There are more and more people in this city, everyone is in a hurry than before, and there are more and more tired faces. People on the bus keep silent, and no one pays attention to each other.  When there is friction between people, everyone is equally prone to anger.

    Joan kept her eyes closed.

    A familiar breath passed over her, and she suddenly felt heart palpitations.

    This is a pure man's breath, fresh and fragrant, reminding a woman of the sweet forest air and her warm and soft dreams.

    ("Let me smell you!"

    She grabbed his collar tightly, buried her face in his neck, and took a deep breath.

    "I can live as long as I breathe your smell, do you understand?"

    "I see."

    "Look, I'm eating you right now¡ªyour breath is my snack, and I can be full. With you, I won't be hungry, and I can live a healthy life."

    She didn't know if she was breathing or sighing.

    "Let me smell it again!" She grabbed him.

    Luo Zi smiled: "Smelly!"

    "It's fragrant, very fragrant!"

    "What fragrance?"

    "That smell of pine, rosin!"

    He couldn't help but hug her tighter again.

    "Luo Zi, I have no regrets only when I am with you. I seem to have returned to my boyhood, and you are my dream. You are a huge illusion in the small town of Wuga that attracts me.  I don't know how to live if I don't see you there on a market day!"

    "Joan, I didn't know I would meet you! Only when I am with you can I know that I am a healthy man; only in your body, I will not be lonely")

    Every time she recalls this point, she suddenly wakes up and returns to reality.

    This is again the difference between men and women.  When a woman is expressing her emotions, what a man expresses is his sex.

    But her sobriety is actually just an illusion.

    This is the breath brought by someone who does not know, it is fleeting, and it is submerged in the dry, complicated and depressed atmosphere in the car.

    She didn't want to know who brought this breath, she never looked at the man in the bus.

    This breath has been so weak that it disappeared, and she still has lingering fears.

    The long-lost, gave her life with vitality.??This is a building that only existed in her hometown¡ªit was the Tibetan-style windows that made her recognize it.  In my hometown, there will be countless flagpoles planted around such buildings. The five-color prayer flags on the flagpoles are so eye-catching in the green mountains, and they are blown by the long-term mountain wind.  through".  The prayer flags are full of scriptures, which are so meaningful in the empty blue sky.

    "How can there be such a house in the school?"

    She muttered in her heart.  Somehow she came to the top of this house, looking down at the surroundings, there are bushes and trees, and the stone path in the distance, like a stream at the bottom of a valley, glows solid white under the moonlit night.

    She opened her arms and flew lightly, flying over the cyan and dark red roofs in the shade of the trees, and sliding towards the sky together with the white clouds drifting in midair.  Clouds had wrapped around her legs (Joan found herself naked), stars (they seemed to be wrapped in clumps of crystal), past her hair

    As if someone had mastered her direction, she flew back again.

    She doesn't want to fly anymore, she wants to sleep.  The roof was as flat as a river, and she lay down.

    The moon is just above the head, big, bright and soft, and there is an osmanthus tree inside, which is fascinating.

    Joan laughed.  She looked at the moon, and it floated toward her, and she held out her hands to meet itbut in the blink of an eye, it was back in the sky.

    When the moon returned to the sky again, Joan began to dance.

    The wind blew from Lin Xiao, drying the fine sweat on her forehead and face.

    During the non-stop rotation, she saw a man come to the roof and stare at her from a few meters away.

    It's Roz.

    She didn't understand why the person in the dream looked so hazy and far away even though the distance was very close.

    She wanted to call him, but she couldn't make a sound.  Also, she couldn't stop herself from spinning.

    When she was in a hurry, her tears flowed down.

    She had no choice but to try her best to get close to him while spinning.

    As she gradually approached him, she realized that the man was not actually Luo Zi, but Luo Xiaoqi, a student from Chongqing who had been to the hospital during the day.

    He smiled mischievously at her and flew away.

    The moon is getting farther and farther away, and the wind is getting cooler.  She was extremely lonely, she didn't know if this loneliness would end, she hoped that someone would give her an arm and take her away.

    But no, only moonlight and tree shadows, only the pain in my heart.

    This building seems to be getting taller and taller, so high that she can no longer see what other buildings are around it, so high that it is far away from the campus, floating in the night sky (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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