Chapter 309

Since Lin Kai left, Xia Yuhan has an extra job. After coming home from work every day, she needs to accompany her daughter to finish her homework, reading and piano practice.

Seeing Lin's mother sleeping so peacefully every day and seeing Lin's mother's face, Xia Yuhan thinks of Lin Kai. Lin Kai and her mother look so alike! Sometimes when Xia Yuhan touches Lin's mother's face and speaks, he will have an illusion. He feels that he is not touching Lin Kai's mother, but Lin Kai himself.

Xia Yuhan even thought that if one day Lin Kai also slept by his side, he could look at Lin Kai so closely and touch Lin Kai so intimately!

After cleaning Lin's mother, Xia Yuhan talked with the old man for a while. Xia Yuhan got up and left the hospital. After returning home, he sat in his study and saw Lin Kai's almost obsessed face that he missed. It even seemed to see Lin Kai's angular wife's lips. When Xia Yuhan wanted to touch it, he found that what he touched was only the cold display screen.

Some embarrassed took back his hand. Today is the fourth day that the man left himself. As before, there was no news, just like this man had never been in his own world.

Lin Kai! What kind of man are you? How can you torture such a tired woman who loves you?

I don't know where to see more text: "you know, if a man really loves you and has you in his heart, he can't help but want to talk to you, listen to you and figure out your mind all the time. A man who really loves you, no matter how busy he is, he will make time to send back and forth your information, and will also chat with you in the gap between eating and going to the bathroom. In fact, those men who always disappear and always say they are busy, in fact, you are really not important in his heart. " Xia Yuhan's heart is full of sadness when she misses Lin Kai.

Is it true that he is not very important in Lin Kai's heart? But why does Lin Kai give himself hope every time he meets? Xia Yuhan opened the QQ log. The woman found that she had begun to be infatuated with it. She recorded her feelings and feelings in QQ. She really didn't know where she would look for her feelings and feelings if she didn't have QQ that day.

Everlasting longing for each other, the silent moon, the silent autumn, and the yearning of the fallen leaves, I have lost my whole life's yearning, perhaps in the wilderness waiting for the legendary longface. I feel sad for the troubled children. In the decline of autumn, I inadvertently fell into the confusion that the world could not interpret.

Once roamed on the grassland of love in my dream, once sighed deeply and lonely in the depression of grass and blue sky, watched the stars, listened to the cicadas at night, and once spread their wings in the holy imagination

Time is expanding, love is growing and growing slowly, and the air flow around becomes colorful. Looking at the ups and downs of nature and the joys and sorrows of the world, there is an unconscious sadness tightly intertwined. There is a world to follow the romantic world in a hurry, and tears shake and bump on the moss of the diary.

How many feelings have vanished, and how many shadows have passed by, but in front of the lonely window, there are still my hands with their residual temperature, and my numb eyes. The night is so bleak that I want to cry, the warmth of kissing, and the cold heart. The figure under the light snuggling up falls in my sight, rippling with sadness, Mood, moonlight in the crying rain water, naked escape, that quiet sky, no longer clear and no fantasy, suddenly scared of this empty starry sky, worship brown, "when is the bright moon, ask the wine to the blue sky, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this night."

I'm intoxicated

How many vicissitudes has a person gone through, and where does his soul return? Emotional dependence; The wandering heart is almost disappointed, the rain falls Acacia tears, and the moon rises with sadness and joy. Counting the rain is a step, ignoring the sadness of parting. My heart is shaking in the wet wind. I swim in the indecisive memory.

The deep night is boundless, and the heavy air suppresses the suffocating breath. There is no spirit in the sky. My wet eyes are full of desolation of memory. On a muddy path, only my injury can't find the direction of exit.

My heart has dried up, but I look for it in the forest.

Tears have been haggard, but wandering in the desert.

The long sky, long years, the tide of heartache in the emotional river. I know that I met another sleepless night, and saw unrelenting love, leaving flowers and full moon, writing for hundreds of millions of years. The pen in my hand is hidden in the traces of the long night.

A diary in front of the window stood at the corner of the wall, depended on me, looked at the wandering sky, poured heavy gloom, a small raindrop, scattered and mournful.

Melancholy is the net of life, but I am the fish in the net.

I was so pitifully hiding in the corner, quietly thinking of you, that shallow month quietly in the air, shining on the figure wandering in the text. The smeared lines are either deep or shallow, or thick or light, and the heart fluctuates with the extension of the lines. The tears I have hidden for a season, such as the broken bead curtain, fall on the plain text. The lines have become blurred, the paper pages wet the whole body, and the surging thoughts are hard to hide in the autumn night. The tangled scars of distance are faintly read in the heart, and the scattered hair whispers melancholy in the air.

Time always likes to find stranded thoughts. You are still the deepest collection in Yuhan's heart. Since you have chosen the distance, let the cocooned heart watch at night!, Even if it is a half hook arc, it is also the grace of God. I miss the chance encounter in fate and cherish the minutes of encounter. Even if you spend your life checking your feelings, it is also a choice without regret

After typing this text, Xia Yuhan's tears have soaked the desk, and the tears on his face are still dried by the cool autumn wind.

"Lin Kai, do you understand Yuhan's heart? Do you really have the heart to let such a infatuated woman haggard in every night when you miss you? " Xia Yuhan opened the head of the wolf in the north, knocked down this message, and silently deleted it.

After turning off the computer, simply wash and go to bed. Lying on it, Lin kaijunlang's smiling face appeared.

"Ding Dong" SMS prompt of mobile phone.

Xia Yuhan even felt a burst of joy. He thought it was Lin Kai's. he happily picked up his mobile phone and saw that it was Yang Chen's. He was very disappointed!

Reluctantly opened the message: "Yuhan, beautiful woman, have you rested? Miss you sleepless at night! " Simple love words made Xia Yuhan smile bitterly, closed his eyes and shed two lines of clear tears from the corners of his eyes