Chapter 188

After reading the email twice, Xia Yuhan had no impulse to reply. He opened his blog, jumped his fingers on the keyboard and wrote something of his own again.

Restless late at night, often prone to insomnia. A person sitting in front of the computer, looking at the colorful screen, can't help sorting out his flying thoughts again and writing a dreamy text for someone. It has always been a deep and trivial memory of some fragments, for fear that if you are not careful, you will lose a small paragraph and can no longer spell it into a whole. Think about your life and recall the road you have traveled. Time flies. I didn't realize that thirty spring and autumn passed, and I had nothing to do. In fact, what remains in my memory is only a few short paragraphs, but I deliberately weave them together and end the flowing day in a hurry in just a few minutes.

Outside the window, there were traces of the wind, which made me shiver; Cold and thin night, heavy and confused. It always makes people shake their hearts. At this time, the long past is like a gurgling brook, with beautiful and persistent ripples flowing from the bottom of my heart. Although the ripples follow and disperse, they condense the purity of Che Che. They can't help entangle their unforgettable thoughts and pursue hard in the misty night. In the quiet night, colorful clouds are floating in my heart; Long night, the heart trembles with stars; Affectionate night, filled with the past.

I often wonder why people in the world of mortals have been looking for this pain if memories only increase pain. They often want to hold something in untouchable places, but they are unable to grasp a trace. The Buddhist language says: look back 500 times in previous lives, in exchange for passing by in this life. As the saying goes: the cause and effect that has been repaired for 500 years can only be exchanged for the same boat in this life. If it's true, I don't know how many times to look back and how many causes and effects to exchange for this rare fate, it's a kind of search; Wandering in the passing time is a kind of missing; Meet you in the vast sea of people. Become an eternal moment. There is a strange question for thousands of years: "ask the world what love is, and teach life and death"? I don't know how many lovers there are in the world.

Although I can't really understand "what is love"? But suddenly, if you know something: if you think, love will sprout. The yearning sprouted in my heart is the tenderness that worries me. In the dead of night, I know that the warmth of the past will always evolve into the desolation in front of me. In fact, this is just helpless. Who can really understand their bitterness, who can really control their feelings? Perhaps we can only sigh in helplessness, chew the joys and sorrows in emotion, and shake our hearts

The night went to sleep, the moon left, leaving me empty and speechless to the screen. My fingertips jumped on the healthy plate. My thoughts stayed in the vicissitudes of life. When I opened the books in my memory, every page was as transparent as water. There is always no reason to worry and miss. A song, a scene, or a familiar figure will touch the strings in your heart. Accustomed to wandering like a night owl at night, let your thoughts drift. I'm used to laughing and watching others play on the spot. I'm born in clean and ugly water sleeved green clothes.

Carefully pick up the once promise, like holding an untrustworthy rumor in my hand. In fact, I already know the result, but I still find an inappropriate reason for this result. The calendar you turn over can be turned back page by page, but the time you flow away can no longer return to the original moment. Then let's flow away in this way. If you don't touch the sadness in your heart, you will be the greatest happiness for yourself. Life is just a play. The world is just actors. They are dispensable. They sigh and cry. The actors who watch the play and the actors also watch the play. They are just people walking in the cold tea, bleak and empty.

Collect melancholy and loneliness in the cold of the night. Whether it's rising or falling, I will touch each day carefully to make it warm and delicate. Quietly through the silent season, I only collect the past bit by bit. Women who indulge in words are emotional and sad; People's hearts are like the sea. Sometimes they are quiet and sometimes they are surging. I don't know what type I belong to. I only know that when my mind calms down, another kind of thought will grow mysteriously and diffuse around me. Not deliberately pursue the artistic conception, affectionate thoughts, always wake up in the quiet night, spread, confused, hesitating and grow madly.

Night, it's really cold. Someone has woke up from his dream

In the morning, melancholy and scattered words, fragmented thoughts and unforgettable memories will sink gracefully in my rough words!

When turning off the computer, Xia Yuhan looked up at the lights gradually lit up outside the window. The eastern sky seemed to be a little bright, and he was in a better mood unconsciously.

Call Xia Xiaoxu after washing.

"Sister, what's wrong with calling so early?" Xia Xiaoxu was nervous when she received Xia Yuhan's call.

"It's all right. Today, you and I go to see and get a piece of land, and then find a construction company to make a plan for us as soon as possible. Try to put it into use when the contract expires. If we can't catch up, we'll renew the contract in the first half of the year, but it's best to put our new factory into use when the contract expires." Xia Yuhan seems to have regained his previous ability.

"OK, sister! How were you yesterday? Otherwise you can have a rest and I'll pick you up! " Xia Xiaoxu said with concern.

"It's all right. Come here in half an hour! By the way, come directly to Yonghe soybean milk and I'll have some breakfast there. " Xia Yuhan hung up after saying that.

After seeing the empty home, Xia Yuhan is no longer sad. Now she wants to leave J County as soon as possible. There are too many sad marks left here.

I asked for a portion of soybean milk and a portion of bean paste bag. As soon as I finished eating, Xia Xiaoxu came in.

"Xia Xiaoxu, here." Xia Yuhan greeted with a smile.

After drinking the last mouthful of soybean milk, they went out and drove to the suburbs of J county.

"Sister, have you really thought about it? This land is where you have to prepare to build your own villa. Besides, this land has appreciated, and there is a lot of room for appreciation in the future. " Xia Xiaoxu still doesn't believe that Xia Yuhan really gives up the incense factory and this land.

"Xia Xiaoxu, when did my sister cheat you? Remember what my sister said and do it well! This place left too many sad marks for my sister, so I decided to leave here. I want to forget the past unhappiness and start my life again. " Xia Yuhan said.

Xia Xiaoxu understood Xia Yuhan's words this time. In fact, Xia Xiaoxu knew something. She was hungry. Her sister hid too much pain in her heart, but she said everything to her family. Everything was carried silently by herself.

"Sister, Xiaoxu knows!"