triumphant sister

Chapter 12

Well, why have you been going back to the dormitory these days without waiting for me, or calling me for anything. "

Gu Chengen lowered his head and lay down on the seat, writing and drawing in his notebook.

"The pencil in my hand, back and forth on the paper, I use a few lines to describe who you are to me."

She suddenly raised her head and bent her eyes and asked, "What are you waiting for? Who are you to me?"

Liu Xingnan leaned against the desk, with dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Gu Chengen, that's the only thing you're not good at. You never say what you want to do, and you don't say what others offend you."

When Liu Xingnan got angry, he used his first and last names.

"You suddenly said to me that Qilixiang's name is beautiful, but I just want to kiss your stubborn mouth right now."

Gu Chengen looked at Liu Xingnan who was leaving with his mouth pouted, and said, "You're so funny."

You're so funny, Gu Chengen thinks her expression must be very rich now, she knows that Liu Xingnan will run over from Jiang Yuan's class the next day during recess, lying on her lap bored, it's really helpless, teenage This is the first time for her to love someone regardless of her mind. This person will come back after loving someone else, and lie on her lap to be bored. This person makes her think that love without helplessness is the normal state of lovers. Well, the teenage Gu Chengen couldn't say anything, he just thought this guy was really humorous.

Chapter 6

Seventh letter:

After five years, a dream just now made my heart ache again. In the dream, I seemed to have the perspective of God, watching you walk from the west of town to the east of town. The sun was shining on your head, and the shadow was extremely small. When I came to the yard, I didn’t even knock on the door. I looked at the celosia and impatiens that I grew stronger and stronger. I seemed to have just taken a shower, and I was still not willing to turn on the air conditioner. The electric fan is turned on, you are lying on my bed, I am leaning on your side, watching a movie that we have watched together a long time ago, the repeated part in the dream is the only one that impressed me deeply, Xuezi asked Master Hongyi: "Love What is it?", the mage replied, "Love is compassion." Xuezi said sadly and puzzled, "Sir, you are merciful to the world, why do you hurt me alone?"

Whether I love you is really just my own business, too selfish, I want your smile, your time, your love, I also want the proof of your death, whether love is a disguised stealing, after all, most people After giving comes taking, and it must be one-to-one in nature.

While watching the film, I secretly glanced at you, thinking that I must, to avoid such mistakes, I can’t achieve the realm of selflessness, but at least I realized that the love that everyone wants most is Powerful but free, for so long I have learned not to pick and choose, what I offer with both hands must be what you want most, no matter what kind of you you are, it is you.If you are a slob who lacks love, I will be your tamer until you are spoiled; if you just stare at the furry eyes hard to impress, I will be absolutely honest and tougher than you imagined, until you are also afraid Shot in the ankle.

My heart is beating like a drum, but you just concentrate on watching the movie. After watching the movie, you leave without saying a few words. It really is a dream. It was a big sun when I came, but now it is raining. I hurriedly got out of bed Come down, I will find you an umbrella, but I can't find it, it really is a dream, I actually asked if you can't leave, can you wait for me.

I'm by your side, you don't need to hold the umbrella in your hand tightly on the way home, I'll help you cover the rain and sun, you have to believe that my fingers have amazing power, they can smooth the eyebrows and you can't even untie them dark wounds.

You said it was too late, so you walked into the heavy rain with your eyes so cold.

In my dream, I'm always coveting, coveting your back that I cherish so much.

In fact, what I want to say is that when I deal with life, I want to live by your side.

I always think that there are three types of lovers, the last one will only imprison you, will prostrate on the ground, and say with tears: thisishowIlive, thisisallIknow.

Ordinary people may not care about you that much, she will say to you with a puzzled face: Idon't knowhowtofight, allIknowhowtodoisstayalive.

And the best lover wants to help you earn a different tomorrow even if you are stuck in a quagmire. She will say to you: Idon't wanna survive, I want to give the best for the love of my life.

I will love you like this, and I will love myself like this.

Waking up, I know it's not us, we've never been together like that, I know it's us, you love it, I love guessing, I think about what I did in the dream, and I'm still so ashamed, For a moment, I was very afraid of getting old. I was afraid that I would not have you in any latitude of my life. I am not afraid of you getting old, because every latitude of you is integrated with my memory.

I think of a sentence I once saw, if you dream of a person, it means that person is thinking about you too. The underlying scientific explanations such as brain waves, consciousness energy and so on made me secretly happy. I even followed this line of thought. Think, let yourself immerse yourself in the pleasure of not me but you who loves too much, well, in fact, I know, this doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a coincidence, you need to pay a price if you can’t take it or let it go. Over the past few years, your flamboyant fangs and claws and flowery smile in my dream are the little price that must be paid.

When practicing guitar and climbing the grid, my hands hurt and I gave up. I picked it up for the second time and wanted to stick to it. When I first ate coriander, I thought it tasted absurd. , thinking that if you survive this pain, it will be regarded as a lifetime benefit. The first time I saw my childhood sweetheart, I was in a fog, but the second time I was hearty. I dare not try to love the second time, only you.

Today is the first time I saw your eyebrows and eyes so clearly in a dream. Most of the other dreams are when I saw your strange face on a strange subway, and I hurriedly got off to a strange station with my head down.I really don't know how long I want to hide from you in the two worlds of dream and reality.

Sometimes I wonder, the ambiguity with others has not never happened before. If I change places and stop contacting, the other party will be disappointed but never sad. I am always easily let go by others or easily let go of others, so if I can When I meet you again, I must be more solemn, more solemn.

When it was still dark, I turned on the music to help me sleep. The more I listened to Lao Chai's "Russian-style disturbing heart", the more disturbing I became, thinking that a genius can use any of human senses to fill it with emotion, and thus understand philosophy and love the world. I felt so overwhelmed that I couldn't fall asleep at all, so I leaned on the railing outside the corridor and looked at the world.

Tonight, the moon is in a blue mood, and the stars are still clearly hanging in the sky. The sky is like a dark sky, and we seem to be able to see a bunch of candied haws for each of us when we were young. I will show you the moon along the sticks, and The star next to me, but forgot to say that it is me, that is you, forgot to say that I am willing to accompany you, after many years, I wonder if you can still recall this scene.

The first time you always love too eagerly, even if you don't love, you don't say anything.

The feelings of young people, whether they are naive and mean, or fresh and detached, otherwise, it is very easy to drink a cup of sweet milk and eat a boiled egg. Although it is beneficial, it is also tiresome. At that time, I was so close to you every day, I was afraid of making you tired, and I came to the conclusion that it is really not easy for young people to express their love.

I want to confess, but I can't get rid of the humor.

I'm telling the truth, it just has to be perfunctory.

Playing around all day long is because I'm afraid you will tease me.

A lot of fallacies, and a heart that cannot be heavy because of love, and words with unclear meanings are scattered in the wind under the night. Although we are facing the wind, we can't believe that you haven't heard a little echo.You are always neither far nor near, so I am more fascinated by your breath. At that time, in the flowing diary, every page and sentence misses you, misses you, and you are by my side, but I miss you so much.I always feel that I am not up to date, so I dream of a better self, insist on a little bit and lock my heart tightly.

It is a pity that this kind of love is high and low, and there is nothing. After all, it has not really done anything for you. For so many years, you have not been by your side when you are going through life. Think about it, you are not by my side when you are going through life. , what I have more is just a willingness to be half-dream and half-awake alone.

Time to remind things, how can there be such a person in the world?Youth is as bright as ever.

It's really lonely.

I paid the price of the past few years to know that in this life, I am lonely like a star, and some people are like the sun, illuminating you in a clear sky where you can’t see anything, and some people are like the moon, surrounding her all over the sky, thousands of points.

Now I have old injuries and need time to get ready.I don’t know how much hard work it will take day and night before I can mention it calmly in the future, how I made up for myself to restart the hardware, just to be worthy of you.Don't worry dear, I will be mature and beautiful, meet again, let you love without any scruples.

If you want to break it, you will break it completely. If you want it to continue, I will always be that string.

Standing like this for a long time, just as the sky was a little brighter, the tables of the Xinjiang people downstairs were set up, and the cheerful music started again. If you don’t understand, you will always be happy and full of hope. The boy with a beautiful face like a cherub faces the big stove every day, and moves quickly and skillfully. After a while, stacks of browned naan cakes exudes a tangy fragrance