"Broken moon..."

She did not know how to comfort him, but felt that all words of comfort were empty and powerless.

I have never experienced it personally, how to feel it.

Just as shenshuizong left her that year, she was too painful to breathe and could not easily say "I can put down".

In fact, it's hard to let go!

They are just ordinary people in the world, not those who are determined to see things clearly.

Life eight bitter, love leave, hate hard to ask, never better.

No one can help, only to come out and release their feelings

"Broken moon." He was called by Xiao Mian, just like a cat's paw, which gently scratched his heart lake and opened the ripples.

Duan Yue suddenly turns around and quickly steps forward, suddenly reaches out to encircle her in her arms, and tightly closes her arms.

This hug has nothing to do with the geometry of wind and moon, but a sense of loss.

The small face paralysis one Zheng, subconsciously will pull open his hands, to open his arms.

But listen to him hang head in her ear, vaguely murmur way, "don't move, embrace one can."

This life is just a hug, that is, a wanton return tonight

In fact, he already knew that to miss a moment is to miss a lifetime.

Even if time goes back, even if the water is recycled and missed Is to miss, this life will never be forced.

……

It was midnight when Xiao Mian collapsed back into the room.

The light in the house is dim, the figure outside the door is dim, the shadow of trees in the window is whirling, and the rustle of rain is accompanied by the wind, which makes people feel bored.

Arbor sat beside the bed for a long time, and suddenly raised his hand and clapped on his leg.

Make you curious to go out, make you can't control your legs.

She plummeted down on the bed, letting herself sink into the soft brocade quilt.

What to do? Going out for such a walk, I couldn't sleep any more.

Small face collapsed on the bed rolled over and over, secretly upset in the heart.

I feel like I can't face him tomorrow at all

That embrace, even if the nerve thick lines such as facial paralysis face, at this time also understand, this man to her feelings in the end how deep, how heavy.

The little guy is in the soft brocade quilt, roll over, roll over, roll over again in the middle of the night.

Finally, I couldn't hold it. I quickly opened the quilt and jumped to the ground.

Take out the paper and pen from the inner boundary, and sit down at the table with small face. After hesitating for a long time, I wrote a few words, knead them, knead them, and then write a few words, knead them, knead them, and then knead them.

So after half an hour, look at the sky, it's almost bright.

After all, there is no way to linger.

The little princess took a deep breath, only wrote a line on the paper, then she covered the paper and got up, and quickly went out to cover it.

But see the morning wind outside the window, a thin paper under the Paperweight, a line of four words on the book:

go home, don't read!

The rain had stopped outside when we went out.

A beach of standing water on the ground has not been dried up.

Looking up at the sky, it's gray and there's no sunshine.

Small facial paralysis did not close eyes for a night, a little drooping of the spirit.

Follow the hollowed out Zanhua corridor all the way to the East, and plan to release flying animals after leaving the palace gate.

But unexpectedly, I turned a corner and stopped, looking at the figure standing under the atrium tree, my heart was filled with inexplicable feelings.

Yes, she just can't help running away.

I didn't think that this man had known everything about her and was waiting for her here!

The little face slumped and hesitated, and the mushroom fell behind the colonnade. I didn't think how to say it.