Chapter 290

After hanging up the phone, Lin Kaisi wanted to go. He had no reason not to agree to his mother's request. From childhood to childhood, his mother was his mother.

But now there is still some time before noon. After answering the phone, Lin Kai is no longer in the mood to go to work.

After turning on the computer, he wanted to see Xia Yuhan get the news. In fact, when he got up in the morning, Lin Kai vaguely remembered that he was with Xia Yuhan. Last night's madness was due to the beautiful woman. His dreams were full of the woman's figure and Jiao Chuan, but when he got up in the morning, how did he become Li Xin?

After some wishful thinking, Lin Kai opened the woman's space that let him always have a new discovery, and there was an update.

"Dear, if there is no you in the sun, I will not love myself;

Dear, if there is no you in the years, I will not cherish myself;

Dear, if there is no you in the waiting, I may have gone with the wind;

Dear, if there is no you in the expectation, I may cry all my life.

Time is the memory of any stage. When you calm down and listen, time will go back and stay in a corner and perform the story in your heart again in a certain time and space. You and I once met, once cherished, once in each other's life time, let me remember that beauty, so sweet. Although there is no fate, there is no regret.

There is really no right or wrong about feelings, but the ruthless years.

In fact, the world in my heart is composed of countless lines. There are countless stars in the sky, and each star has its own track. Everyone in the world of mortals corresponds to a constellation. The track of stars is fixed. Is the track of life doomed? There is only one star whose trajectory is unpredictable, that is a meteor. When a star cannot resist the gravity of another star, it will break away from the original track and emit a dazzling light in the friction and burning of each other. In perhaps magnificent, perhaps tragic combustion, complete their own destiny. And I'm not your meteor, right?

In fact, sometimes, love is really so. Sometimes, life is the same. As you, my brother, a strong man, a wise man and an independent man, you must not lose yourself. For your love more, your love longer, sometimes, love really needs reason. Our momentary rendezvous and momentary beauty are not eternal, are they? If there is endless darkness and loneliness and endless sadness behind eternity, is this eternity meaningful?

I know, the flower years are very beautiful. I know, eager smile and spring breeze, passing eyes, do not need to deliberately dodge. I know, clearly in love with two people, helpless feeling of separation. Can be separated, but can not stop endless memories, can not be seen, but can not stop constant missing. Imagination and memory are also a kind of sustenance. Just don't be too bitter at night with tears.

Brother, you know what? There are two lines called parallel lines. No collision, no rendezvous, no separation. Only each other's silent company, as well as bright gaze, not close or not far away, is also a kind of balance. Each other is independent and clear, and each other is clear and certain. This is a kind of freedom and independence. Do you think my life is like a parallel line?

I know that true love doesn't need to go too close. We all have our own personalities, our own goals, and a common direction. Meteors are gorgeous and burning, even short; Stars are quiet and bright, even eternal; All my life.

In this life, there is really no choice that cannot be respected, no loss that cannot be tolerated, no thousand que songs that cannot be sung together, and no fleeting years that cannot be let go. True love is the earth connected under the sea surface of two isolated islands. As long as we are willing to feel and find it with our hearts.

Some people say that our meeting is actually fate, because it often ends at the beginning, some say it is sad, because the heart is always unwilling to be silent in the story, some say it is brave, because the way to taste the pain is love, some say it is melancholy, because the heart can't stop at the end of the mouth. In the diversity of opinions, love has changed a thousand ways, I always thought I understood it when I was thirty years old, but it turned into dust after I was thirty years old

Girlfriends say that there is an emotion that can be interlinked; I prefer to believe that there is a kind of life that can be connected. On the way to love and relatives, we feel together, share, encourage and support each other. This is love in the eyes of time. Life, the real may be gorgeous, bit by bit, precious without deliberate.

Love or not depends on whether it is worth it, and my love is like a flower separated from its branches and stems, floating in the wind. Our dreams have disappeared, broken and destroyed. The past is past, but as long as it really exists. If love can never, I'd rather be me, but you are no longer you. Maybe you and I can only be the most familiar stranger.

This day is as long as a century. I can't sleep at night. I live like a walking corpse. I'm locked in my room all day. I can't help crying, my thoughts can't be independent, and my memories linger ruthlessly. Day after day, I kept asking myself why. Pain continues to spread and life lingers. Am I waiting for the answer? Is it more likely that you are waiting for your heart to die?

Try to force yourself into a dead end, and try to break the dream like past with your own hands. However, when you say stop, your heart can't stop. I know that it's not what we think of each other at all, but you really can't understand my pain and my helplessness. More probably, none of us knows who.

Looking at the joys and sorrows around me, there was only a faint smile. Once I was so happy. No, I was more happy than others. One day, Jia Yao said to me: I have changed. He said that I am like a different person. Even if I am happy, I still have helplessness and sadness. I have changed, just like you and my love, has been beyond recognition, so I believe that people can't change things, but things can change people.

I will never forget the promise I once said and what happened in the past. Even now, I still hope that one day, you will find that I have always been with you.

No matter who asks me how many times, who is my favorite person, there is only one answer, that is, you, each other want each other to be happy, but how much heartache and heartache do you know what I love most? Don't you know my happiness is you, don't you know how much I love you? Can't you really understand all my feelings? "

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