because you broke into my lens

The dejected and meaningful words of the man opposite Shanran made the woman look at him more. This glance has the desire to look forward to the story unfolding, and there is also a kind of sympathy slowly rising from the depths of her heart. The feeling of sympathy is so close that she wants to help the man in front of her,

Each of us has a past that we can't hide from. I mean, there are bright and dark pasts in this past, but life always moves on. Don't let too much of the past occupy your present, maybe a certain period of time The occurrence of life does not represent the whole content of life, it will go with the wind as time goes by, just like the leaves that just lay in front of us, you can see that it has slipped away without a trace, and now it is no longer I can't find its shadow anymore,

Shanran used her assumption of divorce to guess that the man in front of her might be just like herself, and fate left him alone. Everyone has a different story about this kind of departure, but the end of being alone should be It was a coincidence without discussion, maybe the lonely and unhappy man in front of him had more stories than what he had experienced...

She wanted to ask, tried to move her mouth, but in the end she didn't say what she wanted to ask,

Sometimes I really want to be a vegetative person who doesn’t hurt, doesn’t itch, doesn’t hear, doesn’t ask, doesn’t speak, doesn’t say anything, isn’t hypocritical, and doesn’t abuse himself…

Vegetative people are also a kind of spiritual numbness that can only be obtained after experiencing a lot of pain, and this kind of numbness will lose a lot of wonderful content in life, I will not envy it, maybe it should be said that some people are right Meeting the right person at the right time is a fairy tale.Meeting the right person at the wrong time is youth, maybe we are all abandoned by the so-called beauty

My youth has already been consumed in the previous life, what is left to me in this life is only the vicissitudes of middle age and the fear of the future, nothing else is left,

The man picked up a small stone at his feet, and threw it far away with all his strength, as if his youth and good times were really like this stone, far, far away from him, not at all. never seriously belonged to him,

Looking at the depressed and preoccupied man in front of her, Shanran's inner motherly nature of a woman naturally rises, this feeling drives her, let her continue to extend this kind of comfort,

All the pain, through it, is a precious wealth.And a lot of pain that you think you can't get over, in fact, you will get over it in the end. In fact, the happiness of life sometimes comes late, but it will be fair in the end, because it will not be absent,

At this moment, Shanran is still trying to persuade and influence the negative and depressed man in front of her with her own experience and experience. She doesn't know if she feels more sympathy at this time, or A kind of other things quietly emerged, and this other things seem to be connected with love forever. Maybe love is unreasonable distress and unconditional tolerance. She can't tell which kind of ingredients are more That feeling is more accurate here...

The man glanced at the woman in front of him, including her beauty and all the kindness that couldn't be concealed, it seemed that he had received all of his gloomy eyes, and there were bits of soft light and shadow in his eyes, which seemed to be just now. He was pierced by the sun, because the sun was so sudden and strong that he couldn't believe whether the brilliance belonged to him, whether it should belong to him or not, and it was like a long-awaited ray of breeze passing by in midsummer , this ray of breeze blows on his face, and at the same time penetrates into his heart, this sunshine and breeze blows on him and shines on him, and he also melts a satisfied expression on his face. Wrinkles were slowly stretched, but this warm expression disappeared from his face in an instant,

Life is always desperate, just add a little hope to despair, sometimes it will become even more desperate...

After a pause, he went on talking to himself;

There are many things in life, what can be forgotten is called the past, what cannot be forgotten is called pain, sometimes it will be taken into the grave,

When the man finished speaking, the woman in front of her immediately realized that the man's story was completely different from her own experience, and the distance between them may have been a hundred and eight thousand in terms of color and taste. inside

You should be a person with a story, and there should be an unforgettable and lingering life story, if I guess right,

Shanran put one hand on her waist and rested her round and smooth chin with the other, as if she was eager to know the story this man was about to tell. Now, she is more convinced that the man in front of her is not only single , and there was a premonition that maybe his other half would not be as lucky as herself. At this moment, she didn't know whether it was a good thing for her or a An unthinkable worry,

She is dead, and the time is very close to now. To me, it still seems like a story that happened yesterday, just like the banyan tree in front of me, which can be grasped by reaching out, and sometimes it is like the piece of the sky that cannot be hidden. The clouds in the past knew that the reason why they did not leave was because of the coming rain, but they did not know where to hide their bodies.

It seemed to be a kind of relief to speak out, and it seemed that he felt that the woman in front of him was no longer a stranger. Suddenly, he stretched out his drooping right hand in front of Shanran, and a gentle expression flashed across his closed mouth. Zhang Junlang's face also changed from dull gray to bright sunshine... A monkey hiding in the woods seemed to have been spying on what was happening here, as if it had a premonition that something was going to happen, and suddenly screamed With a cry, he disappeared into the dense forest, but this dramatic scene didn't affect the man's mood and his thoughts in front of him. His outstretched hand hesitated for a moment in the air, and then it didn't go in the right direction. Changdi stretched out in front of Shanran again, and the words he brought out casually were more dramatic than the effect produced by the monkey who had just fled;

Hello!can you call me by my nameMy name is Ni Hui, I am very lucky to know you...