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Since her last conversation with Ouyang Hao, Xia Yuhan had felt as if she was living a long time. Ouyang Hao's absence throughout the night had left Xia Yuhan in complete despair.

He didn't answer her call that day. He hadn't called her back for two days. That familiar feeling came again. It turned out that I was just a passerby in his life, really just a passerby. "This man had only accompanied him a little bit when his feelings were empty, but that didn't amount to much.

The transfer of work had mysteriously been stranded, and so had the lover, who had left himself stranded on the beach, leaving himself to fend for himself. Lin Kai, who thought he was a close friend of his, or at least a good friend, had disappeared just like that. Suddenly, he felt that his life had been a failure! There was not a shred of power that allowed him to feel upward, nor any passion from his work. Was he going to continue to be depressed just like this? He really wasn't me!

None of this was what he wanted, but why did he feel so helpless and dispirited?

Returning from work and opening up his house, he felt inexplicably overwhelmed by the lonely air. Opening up his computer, he felt an inexplicable sense of panic and frustration. He actually didn't know what to do? Think about sending an email to Lin Kai.

Although Xia Yuhan University studied pedagogy, it had a unique affection for Chinese literature. He had studied Chinese Literature in his spare time, so when Xia Yuhan graduated, she was awarded a double degree in glory.

Maybe one day he didn't like some kind of job where he could be a freelance writer, that was what he thought at the time. However, after graduation, this dream had long been drowned by the flood of life. The firewood salt oil rice sauce vinegar tea had long since turned the dreams of youth into dreams. It was truly a dream that could only be imagined.

After clicking open the email, he suddenly felt like he had something to say to Lin Kai.

In fact, Xia Yuhan had always been a person who didn't like to talk, and liked to use this method to communicate with others, including Ouyang Hao and Jia Yao. In this era where communication technology was very developed, the most primitive way to communicate with people like Xia Yuhan had almost disappeared.

"On such a quiet night, a cup of fragrant tea is in my hand. I miss you so much! Sometimes, when you miss something, there's an indescribable pain. In this cold winter night, when I miss you, I will also feel a kind of bone-piercing cold, cold to the point that I want to give some warmth to me. In this kind of night, I can only hug myself, I need warmth, even if this warmth is from me, it will make me no longer feel cold!

When I was calm, I had a strange feeling that there was someone watching me at the place where Genghis Khan was sleeping, hoping that I would be happy, so I tried to hide my unhappiness, and I tried to live every day of my life. But who can be carefree every day? No, you know? What kind of pain was it to have to force a smile in front of others every day? I can laugh at everyone when my heart is bleeding, but I can't shed tears on a single night when I'm the only one with my arms around myself. I am not strong in the face of myself, I can not be strong!

A year is about to go by, early spring is about to arrive, facing the morning sun in winter, I try to smile as I walk to the branch full of millet orchids, feeling that you are the busy little bee, flying towards me leisurely, are you lyrical to me? But I really can't go with you to that green grass, because in my world, there are too many loneliness accumulated, I can't infect you with my sadness, even though that green fragrant grass is filled with the fresh air I desire to breathe. I still can't fit into your life, as Shu Ting said: you have your copper pole, I have my red flowers, we live in their respective world! It was just that they now had a lot to do with each other!

There was a time when I secretly waited for you, waiting for your QQ picture to brighten from the dark; waiting for your remote email; waiting for you to dial my phone; waiting for you to knock on my heart; waiting for you to throw me a wistful look … Even so, your shadow wore away in my long longing, and my waiting crumbled again and again, tears breaking again and again. Then do I have to wait? I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you one day!

Do you know, in the desolate landscape, in the night of flowing fireflies, I once took your hand and went to a dream, we forgot to be together, I fell in love with your moment of warmth and love. It was a long, long memory. But after awakening from the dream? The tide of heat slowly receded, but my mind still could not find a place to rest. What dominated me was still the same state of mind, the same dripping with blood.

I often think that if one day I meet you again in the sea of people, I think that the memory of Qian Mo may have already begun to erode, my undependable emotions may no longer be hysterical, your long and hopeless concern, may have already fallen asleep, I am still the sunny me!

Do you know that when I think of you, I am like a lost lamb. Halfway up the hill the haggard bell had rung, and I could not find the village with the poplar, my heart repeating the wandering in the ruins. Lost the road also lost myself!

The tea is cold, and Doon will go! I should look for myself, lost as long as I want to find myself! It was because he was tired, and also tired!

Tears were streaming down his face, and he could not sleep at night. With a cloud of melancholy, I think I will no longer be lost in this peach blossom season, in this season you will be fixed in my memory of the only memory!

Such a night, alone hold has become cool Longjing, wandering in their own or sad or happy thoughts, grieving thoughts intertwined, as if every such midnight is a story of years of separation.

The memory of the beauty as long as a painting on the flagstone path, with the familiar footsteps to such a quiet midnight infuse a thread of life and a clear heart pulse, my heart in this moment has become no longer entangled, no longer bored, and has also grown the feeling of the flagstone?

Regardless of the blooming of flowers, the season of reincarnation changes, there is always a leisurely look of anticipation in my life journey, little by little will like to become mutual concern. You and I met in the vast sea of people, completed my thousand years of searching for you, found you is my life fate, is a previous life agreement, but our fate has created a kind of mistake ah!

In this life, I can only think of you in my heart, forever can only think of you in my heart. Sometimes I think you're really beautiful! Maybe I was a mole on your palm in my previous life. Accompanying you day and night for so long in your previous life, so in this life the heavens deliberately let us meet and know each other, but we cannot love each other. In your days I have felt your sorrow, your happiness, your smile, your tears.

You are a beautiful existence for me! Whether lonely or injured, you will always maintain the warm feeling on the other side of the computer, always let me pour out as much as I can, you will always say to me: Ya Xin, I have always been here, yes, this life we may only be in each other's hearts.

In my heart there is a place for our feelings, that is my heaven, I do not expect to have, this is very good, really very good! Hide you in the softest place in your heart and don't disturb your life. Let the best thing be in my heaven. This way, he wouldn't be overwhelmed by reality.

I forget how long I walked in the strong camouflage, never daring to let my tears, afraid to reveal my sadness to you, I just want to show you my happiest, do not let my sorrow superimpose your melancholy.

Often intoxicated in your happiness, those cherished in the memory of the memory of the fragments, those pressed in the heart of the yearning, by your voice: "elegant heart" gently aroused, flood into tears. Actually, I don't want to walk into your story nor do I have the heart to open up this relationship. I just want to keep the most beautiful distance and look at you from afar. I miss you, admire you, and wait for you.

In life, it is inevitable to cry for love, hatred, conflict, sorrow for those lost years, waving through the road, fated to pass by the eyes do not dare to look back. I just need to remember that you once held my heartache, I will always remember your warm warning, cherish everything you have, love you is to love myself, we will just walk like this for life, okay?

After sending the email, Xia Yuhan looked at the words "successfully sent email" and felt a lot more at peace.

Xin Ya's words: Actually, up to this moment, Xin Ya felt a kind of heartache. In the palace battle, when the CEO drama was still popular, perhaps no one saw the true meaning behind those words. Their hearts were just as they wished, just as they wished …

In the future, I hope that you can like it. Etiquette is Etiquette. You will not be disappointed if you fall in love with Etiquette. You will try your best to be Etiquette.