Chapter 324

Since Xia Yuhan went to the Municipal Education Bureau for a meeting last time, Yang Chen's heart has permanently lived a beautiful woman.

Over the years, I have been busy with my studies and my career after work. I have never felt that I also need a woman to walk through my life with my wind and rain.

Yang Chen, who is still single in her thirties, is said to be a pervert man by the outside world and a homosexual for a while. It seems that she has never cared about it. However, since she saw the certificate photo filed by Xia Yuhan in the Education Bureau, Yang Chen feels that her heart has been occupied by the beautiful principal.

But this woman seems to have never caught a cold to herself. She is always looking for all kinds of high sounding reasons to refuse her hot heart thousands of miles away.

It's the weekend again. Yangchen has no courage to ask Xia Yuhan. In Yangchen's opinion, Xia Yuhan is the embodiment of holiness. He is afraid that he will chase too close or recklessly let this beautiful woman leave him.

The autumn sunshine is sprinkled on the golden nanmu desk in Yang Chen's study. This doctoral student specializing in Chinese thought of a special way of expression.

Take out the manuscript paper and pen and start writing to Xia Yuhan. In such an era when information has been flooded and all kinds of QQ microblog Internet are common, perhaps only Yang Chen will use this old-fashioned way to express his feelings!

"Yuhan: first of all, please forgive my recklessness, but I just don't have a better way to pour out my feelings that have been brewing for 32 years, so I have to borrow the bald pen in my hand to spit out my love for you."

Dear Yuhan, no one has ever affected my heart so much, and no one can affect the tenderness at the bottom of my heart so much. Apart from you, how long did we look at each other that day? One Minute? What can a minute count in a person's life? Some people together for decades is not as good as an accidental encounter. I feel that in this life, you have been fixed in my morning memory. I can no longer forget you and delete you from my heart and memory. You sit opposite my desk, I see your beautiful face so sincere, smile so bright, my heart beats for you. I saw you and noticed me. I saw a flash of light in your eyes.

At that moment, I fell in love with you! I miss you all the time. I don't want to see you all the time. When did I suffer this pain and suffering? When I wake up in the middle of the night, I always think you can't sleep anymore, so I always look at the window at midnight, and then seriously and painstakingly think of you.

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. The accidental meeting that day made me want to cherish each other and remember the beauty and sweetness in each other's life time. If there is no fate, there will be no regret.

No one is right or wrong about feelings. Maybe it's just ruthless years!

Sometimes, love is so. Sometimes, life is the same. I used to be a strong person, a wise person and an independent person. I can't lose myself. In order to love more and love longer, sometimes love needs reason. Is the intersection of moments and the beauty of moments eternal? If there is endless darkness and loneliness and endless sadness behind eternity, is this eternity meaningful?

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. The endless yearning can't stop, but it can't stop. Imagination and memory are also a kind of sustenance. I just hope you don't hurt yourself too much in the tearful night.

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. 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.

From the day I saw you, for me, every 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 my tears, my thoughts can't be independent, and my memories linger relentlessly. Day after day, I kept asking myself why. Pain continues to spread and life lingers. Am I waiting for the answer? Maybe I'm waiting for you to refuse me and die?

Try to force yourself to a dead end, try to break the dream like past with your own hands, but when you say stop, your heart can't stop. Yuhan, you really can't understand my pain and my helplessness. Maybe we really don't know who we are.

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, my friend said to me: I changed and said I was like a different person. Even if I was happy, I still had helplessness and sadness. I have changed, just like you and my love, beyond recognition. Therefore, 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 it contains. 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?

After Yang Chen wrote this writing, he carefully folded the letter paper into the shape of two hearts. Like a hairy boy in love, he put the letter into the envelope with uneasy mood, and then wrote the address of Xia Yuhan kindergarten and the words of Xia Yuhan's personal enlightenment on the envelope.

Looking at his masterpiece on the desk, Yang Chen smiled bitterly!