Chapter 349

Looking at the figure of Lin Kai turning away, Xia Yuhan's heart was lost.

The moment Lin Kai closed the door, Xia Yuhan's heart door had been closed and locked.

Open Lin Kai's notebook, build a word document and rename it: funeral of love - give me the lost love.

Lin Kai, my love! In such a beautiful morning, in a world as white as snow. I am so eager for your figure to come into my eyes again! In fact, sometimes when I miss someone, there will be an indescribable and unforgettable pain. For example, at the moment, I will hold myself tightly. In such a sunny morning, when I miss you again, I feel a bone cold. Cold, I really want to have a little warmth for me, even if such warmth is in the memory... In such a sunny morning, I'm cold only hold myself tight, I need warmth, even if this warmth is given by myself, it will make me no longer feel cold!

Sometimes when I calm down, there will be a very strange feeling. I feel that in the place where Genghis Khan slept, someone has been paying attention to me, hoping that I will be happy, healthy, out of depression, and sunny... So I began to try to hide my unhappiness, and I tried my best to live my every day. But who is carefree every day? No, you know what? What kind of pain is it to force a smile in front of others every day? When my heart is bleeding, I can laugh in front of all people, but in a person's midnight, that loneliness comes from all directions. In countless such midnight, I will be swallowed up by this loneliness almost completely. In the end, I will stay in bed. At that time, I was the only one to wrap my arms around myself. But I can't do anything without tears. I'm not strong in the face of myself. I really can't be strong in the face of myself!

Autumn is about to pass. The cold winter is coming. Facing the sunrise in late autumn, I try to smile and go to the branches full of chrysanthemums. I feel that you are the busy little bee flying towards me. Lin Kai, are you expressing your feelings to me? But I really can't go to the green grass with your dance, because there is too much loneliness in my world. I can't infect you with all my sadness, even though the green grass is filled with the fresh air I long to breathe. I still can't integrate into your life. As Shu Ting said: you have your copper branch and iron rod, and I have my red and big flowers. Let's live in our own world and be well! Just, two people's world may no longer have each other's concern!

In fact, for a long time, I really secretly waited for you, waiting for your QQ avatar to turn from dark to bright; Waiting for your remote mail; Wait for you to call me; Waiting for you to knock on my heart; Waiting to be your bride, waiting for you to gently lift my veil, waiting for you to throw me a long look, waiting to be gently wrapped with you on a big wedding bed... In spite of this, your shadow is gradually worn out in my long thoughts, and I can no longer remember your face. My waiting collapsed again and again, and my tears burst again and again. So do I have to wait? Do I still have to wait? I'm really afraid that one day I can't wait for you. I will collapse and leave the world and my lovely little daughter. Therefore, I decided not to wait any longer!

Lin Kai, do you know that in that small town in the desolate northwest, in the night of flowing fireflies, I once carried your hand to a dream. We were together oblivious, and I fell in love with your tenderness and tenderness at that moment. That is my long and lasting memory forever. But after waking up? The tidal heat flow slowly receded, and my soul still couldn't find a place to rest. What dominated me was still the same state of mind and dripping.

I often think that if one day I really meet you again in the vast sea of people, I think at that time, the memory of the paths may have begun to weathering, my feelings that I can't rely on may no longer be hysterical, my long and hopeless concern for you may have fallen asleep, and I am still the sunny me, So will we abandon all worldliness and noise, and then forget ourselves together

Dear people, can you know that every time I miss you, I am like a lost lamb. I am so lost every time. I can't tell the direction every time, and then I can't find the way home. Every time, the haggard bell has sounded halfway up the mountain. I still can't find the village with Populus euphratica. My heart repeats its wandering in the ruins. Lost the way, also lost myself!

Cool tea, let's go! The sad late autumn has passed, and the cold winter is coming. Yuhan should also look for myself. After being lost for too long, I want to find myself! Maybe it's because I'm tired and tired!

Tears in the daytime and sleepless nights. With a solemn melancholy like a dark cloud, I think I will no longer be lost in this rainy season. In this season, you will freeze in my memory and become my only memory!

In such a beautiful morning, intoxicated in such a white world alone, entangled in their own thoughts of sorrow or joy, the thoughts of sadness and resentment are intertwined with each other, as if each such morning is a story of years of exile.

The beauty in memory is like a long picture on the path of bluestone slab. With the familiar sound of footsteps, it injects a trace of vitality and a pulse of purity into such a beautiful and quiet morning. My heart will no longer entangle and be bored at this moment because I really put down the beauty that belongs to us. 1

No matter how the flowers bloom and fade, and how the seasons change, there will always be a long look forward to accompany the journey of my life, turning love into mutual concern bit by bit. This beautiful encounter between you and me in the vast sea of people has completed my Millennium search. Finding you is the fate of my life and the agreement of my previous life, but what kind of mistake has our fate created!

Dear people, in this life, you can only read in your heart, always in your heart silently, and then there is endless missing you and waiting for you! Sometimes I think you are really beautiful! Maybe I was a mole in the palm of your hand in my previous life. Day and night with you, the previous life with you too long, so this life God deliberately let us meet, know each other and can't love each other. I have felt your sadness, your happiness, your smile and your tears in the days with you, and then I will bury you and my feelings for you after the last miss

Lin Kai, you are a beautiful existence for me! No matter lonely or lonely or injured, you will always keep the feeling that makes me feel warm at the other end of the computer, and always let me talk heartily. You will always say to me: Yuhan, I have always been there, yes, you have always been there, but we may only be in each other's hearts in this life.

In my heart, there is a place to store our feelings. There is my heaven. I no longer expect to have it. It's already very good, really good! Hide you in the softest place in my heart, don't disturb your life, and let the best thing exist in my heaven, okay? So we won't be swept by reality.

Forget how long you walked in the disguised strength, and have been afraid to let go of your tears. I'm afraid to reveal my sadness to you. I just want to show you my happiest, and don't let my sadness superimpose your depression.

Often intoxicated with the happiness you give, those fragments treasured in the depths of memory and those thoughts pressed at the bottom of your heart are gently aroused by your "rain Han" and surge into tears. In fact, I really don't want to walk into your story, and I don't want to develop this feeling. I just want to keep the most beautiful distance, stare at you from a distance, miss you, appreciate you and wait for you.

Dear people, in life, it is inevitable to cry for the entanglement between love and hate, sad for those lost years, and the flashy smoke and clouds of the road waving are destined to pass by. As long as I remember that you once hugged my heartache, I will always remember your warm advice to cherish everything I have. Loving you is loving myself. In this way, I buried my dear you in my heart and inserted the most beautiful chrysanthemum in late autumn in front of your grave!

Xia Yuhan finished typing these words with tears, saved the document, put the notebook, got up to pack up his things and left the ward silently. Really h, he needs to find himself and accompany his lovely little daughte