Do you know, after getting to know you, I fell into struggle. I read in a book that everyone only has one true love. If fortune favors you, you could meet the person who loves you and whom you love in this lifetime. The second scenario is that you could find the person you love, but they may not necessarily love you back. The third scenario is that you don't meet the person you love, but someone loves you. The last scenario is that you never find the person you love or the person who loves you. I tried my best to hide it, pretending to respond without any concerns. Maybe because of the love for snow, we met in winter. In our first conversation, Snow left a particularly deep impression on me. She separated the hearts of two people. After a quiet winter, she bore hope.
But when Anan came down, she slipped and fell, causing Qiao Xuan to break out in a cold sweat. He rushed forward, staggering, and finally held her in his arms. Perhaps, the effect of counterfeits and substandard goods arose; non-full-time means full-time. They were as tenacious and steadfast as cottonwood trees and oak trees. Qiao did not notice Fei's facial emotions in the darkness, his soul wandering in the pleasure brought by animal instincts.
We three chatted aimlessly, from bar culture to personal emotions. Knowing your happiness is enough, a mother's smile and acceptance are so simple and basic, primitive and essential.
He is an enthusiast of literature. He once wrote many essays, poems, and books for her. It was also because of her that he became less fragile than before, no longer the same child. Because of loving her, he changed; he became steadfast for her. Every gesture, every frown, every smile is a moving melody. With such a haze, you are almost perfect in my heart. Even your little temper makes me indulge.
The next morning, looking out the window towards the distance, many people came to the hospital corridor, about twenty or so relatives from our family. I was pushed out of the ward in a wheelchair, passing through the crowd. I was searching, searching for the person who should push me into the operating room. The light in the operating room was on, but that person never appeared. Although our words were few, I could feel your sincerity and slight affection for me. Everything was the same as usual.
They danced gracefully, whispering in the wind. "The ancient Chinese liked to express their feelings with old words, reinterpreting the willow branches."
I couldn't contain my joy and threw myself into my brother's arms. In the days that followed, most of our meetings were before she went to work, lingering around the car city area.
"At a colleague's house playing," does he live well? Is he happy with that woman? There are too many things I want to know, but I can only remain expressionless.
Whether indulgence or degradation, the path is always chosen by oneself. Since every fragrant word weaves a fine brocade, each cloud supports the fiery red of the sunset.
Only then did I realize that the person you love most is the one who has been by your side all along. But can love really start over? Can the heart that I have hurt beyond repair heal? How can a divided heart be whole again?
The feelings left on the fragments give you an unbearable pain. Love is plain and simple! Unfortunately, I realized it too late. Life is strange, after going around in circles, it returns to the starting point. After getting drunk, you don't know what happens, just that after turning around, faces have changed, or perhaps things remain the same but people are different.
Looking at Bai Xi's back, I sat back down.