sinovels Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Missing you, we can only relive the beautiful moments we have experienced through memories.I am constantly reviewing those happy pasts, but sleepiness never knocks on the door.Lie on the right side of the bed where you slept, hugging the quilt you used.Momo, I am trying to adapt, to adapt to the days when you are not around and you have not left me all the time.Momo, I miss you, do you know?
May 5 Momo, do you remember today's day?Until now, there is no news from you.Momo, you now probably think that I am with her again, right?Is she really the only one standing between us?Perhaps, all of this can only be blamed on me, and I cannot let you see any hope for the future.I am a person who is afraid of committing feelings.I'm afraid that after making the promise, they will all become a debt that cannot be repaid...
Momo on June 6th, tonight in Shanghai, it rained again, endlessly, dripping on the glass windows.The poet said that after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, the joys and sorrows are irrelevant.Yeah?Will it be the same as me, the rain before the steps and the tears beside the pillow, and listen to it dripping until dawn?The melancholy colorful clouds fly, what does the blue sky know?There is no Albizia julibrissin, but the acacia tree is empty.It's always different, that's a clear language.The sentence is the longest night, and the rain is exhausted.A sound of rain, dripping on my heart.Is it raining over there?Think more, at this moment, I can hold you and enjoy such tranquility.
On July 7th, who would like to think that the west wind is cool alone, and the yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed.Contemplate the past and set the setting sun.Don't be surprised by the wine, Chun sleeps heavily, and the gambling book disappears with the fragrance of tea.At that time, it was only normal.
Looking back today, I can vividly remember that the joy we had was no longer unusual.
On August 8th, Momo, I have to leave because of some realities that I have to face.The day after tomorrow is the day of the opening ceremony.Originally, I wanted to go to Beijing with you.Now, I am alone.After a short stay in Beijing, I will go back to my hometown.What the future will look like, I can't make a good plan for myself.If you can come back and the company will be handed over to you, I will be relieved.I really want to call your phone and listen to your voice, but in the end, I gave up.The swan geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water, so it is difficult to send melancholy.You Yu Xiaoshi is important, I understand.Because I understand it, I try to let myself learn to be compassionate.More than four years ago, you by the green lake attracted me so deeply... and your happiness, I have counted them carefully and treasured them in my heart.
The diary is here, no more.At the back, there is a poem, the handwriting is blurred, as if it has been soaked in water, and it is vaguely legible:
Wind catkins have turned into duckweeds, and mud lotuses have just lingered; treasure a petal of the incense, and remember the previous life.
When people become passionate and passionate, now they are really regretful and passionate; and when they are heartbroken and looking back, tears are stolen.
At the end of the year, I simply arranged the company's affairs. I bought a ticket and went all the way north. The terminal was Shenyang, and then I turned to the city where she was.
The weather forecast said that there will be a long-lasting heavy snow in the past few days.
Before leaving, I turned on my phone and pressed the warm number one by one: Yueyue, two days later, under the snow of the northern country, in front of the highest Jade Buddha in the world, goodbye.