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Cheng Huan started to make excerpts again.

She bought a soft-bound notebook with black leather, and like a high school student who didn't pay attention in class, she specially recorded the class quotations of the professor who attended the history class.

The professor specializes in Western cultural history. He often plays a lot of paintings and music for them in class, and occasionally inserts some jewelry content.

“The lover’s eye is painted on a miniature, custom-made as a brooch or a ring, and worn everywhere. The uniqueness of the lover’s eye jewelry is that only one mysterious eye can be seen by outsiders, and the lover’s identity is always kept secret. "

"But it is a pity that this kind of metaphorical love disappeared within a short time. The reason is very simple, because the technology of photography came out. So the imagination brought by gaze, love and lust disappeared in a flash. Just be dusty in time and get eternity."

For example, after inadvertently mentioning the symbolic meaning of the "Lover's Eyes" (Lover's Eyes) popular in the [-]th and [-]th centuries, the professor jumped to the eternal concept of religious theology, and then fell into this state again:

"Why do people yearn for eternity?"

"Because of lack, because of longing, because of fleeting, because of not being able to ask."

When the roommate turned to Cheng Huan for the 108th time to talk about her relationship problems, she was stabbed by a huge cactus in the corner of her wall.

She complained for the 10086th time: "Can't you throw away this half-dead cactus? Who doesn't even bring a suitcase with a potted cactus when entering school! Others' dormitories are full of suitcases here! Why is our dormitory It will be a cactus!"

Cheng Huan took off her earphones. In front of her computer was a questionnaire. She tilted her head sideways and said, "You can buy a pot of Bawanghua to stand side by side with it."

Roommate: "...Forget it, let me tell you something, the department of computer science confessed to me."

Cheng Huan replied immediately: "Don't agree. If you agree, you will be divided."

"why?"

"Because he also confessed to me the day before yesterday."

"..."

The roommate sighed: "This scumbag!"

After complaining, she asked Cheng Huan curiously: "To be honest, so many people have confessed, but you really didn't agree to any of them? You don't like girls like Qiqi, do you?"

Cheng Huan pinched the corners of his eyes, and said in a tired tone, "Actually, a girl confessed to me two days ago."

"……and then?"

"Then I invited her to fill out a questionnaire assignment on campus loan sharks and thanked her for her support of our school's campus safety issues."

Realizing the indispensability of certain people or things has little opportunity.

No connection and no symptoms.

Cheng Huan got off the eighth day of the morning, and received news from her roommate to help bring buns, two buns cost $[-], and then she suddenly remembered the day of the New Year's Day performance.

If there is an ending to the story, Cheng Huan thought, it must be the moment when she said she hates it.

It's just that she didn't know it was the end at the time.

The roommate said that the chef who made the steamed stuffed buns in the cafeteria had changed, because today's taste was obviously shaken and there was too much salt.

No wonder there are so few people in line today.

"Don't you have a sense of taste?" The roommate frowned after taking a bite, "Are you sure you ate the buns in the morning?"

Cheng Huan recalled it, but found that he couldn't remember too many details.

"Are you okay?" She said sideways, "I was busy rushing to class, maybe I didn't pay much attention."

The sideways movement was too loud, and Cheng Huan was accidentally stabbed by a cactus under the window sill.

She suddenly realized that she hadn't watered it much since she moved it out, and it started to wet some parts.

Cheng Huan suddenly felt a strong urge, and then she ran to the Internet to search a bunch of posts and papers on how to grow cacti.

"Hey! Do you know what the flower language of cactus is?"

My roommate recently fell in love with the study of flower language constellations and other gods and gods. Now I caught a glimpse of a cactus and suddenly asked her on a whim.

Cheng Huan: "What is it?"

"Strong, lonely, unobtainable love."

With the help of her roommate, she also learned about other flowers.

For example, the flower language of bellflower is hopeless love.

It's a rainy day.

Cheng Huan huddled under the quilt and watched a movie with hot tea.

There is a line in the movie:

"When did you fall in love with her?"

"When I found out I'd never see her again."

A small blister appeared on the tip of her tongue.

Odor on the human body is made up of many things.

Not just body wash or soap.

There are no two flavors that are exactly the same in the world.

But even meeting someone similar is like a gift of fate.

Cheng Huan and Yan Jiaqing were actually a little unfamiliar when they first met.

Because she hasn't prescribed meat for almost ten years.

And she has no experience with women.

But for this kind of thing, by analogy, Cheng Huan quickly got started.

It's actually still disgusting.

But compared to the almost inaudible, vague sense of familiarity, it's nothing.

But this is not something to think about.

So she avoids this environment.

Once Cheng Huan came home and was going to take another hour of bathing as usual, but the bathing time was too boring, so she put on airs and played American dramas.

There was a line in the play, and she paused for a long time.

"We will grow old together in the end, but we will be separated from each other."

The water temperature gradually cools down.

The next day, Cheng Huan caught a cold.

Li Xi took her home from the desk.

As soon as she entered, she frowned: "Why is your house so messy?"

After scolding the house, Li Xi pointed her forehead and almost cursed: "Didn't you talk about your personal life? People in the company are like dogs! They don't even clean up the house at home? Let me tell you, Xida is missing Keep it up! Will you lose your life without the company?"

Cheng Huan didn't know why he thought of Gui Lanfang who passed away, or even Li Tan who left without saying a word.

Her documents in the office are neatly arranged, but it is difficult for her to keep her house tidy.

This state has lasted for a long time, before and after high school, but she also worked hard for a short time, but like a thin flame on a plateau, it rushed upwards because it barely got some oxygen intermittently. Once the supply was stopped, The flames will even be extinguished at an accelerated rate and collapse completely.

In a drowsy state, she remembered that she had given the excerpt book a name, neatly written on the cover, it was called Jinyu.

Once my roommate saw her and asked her: "Is it the gold and jade with good words?"

"No, it's gold and jade beyond gold and jade."

In fact, cleanliness is also a psychological comfort.

Because she's rotten inside and out.

No one cares, no one expects it, even Cheng Huan himself finds it ridiculously hypocritical.

Cheng Huan withdrew his thoughts.

"I heard that you want to start Chenxi Entertainment? If you want, I can help you think of a plan at home."

She doesn't know what she should live for.

But Li Xi is a good person and also her friend.

She was more than happy to help her.

Cheng Huan never expected to see Li Tan again.

She never expected that someone like herself would be worthy of eternity, not even prayed for it.

So she fled to tomorrow.

Love is uncontrollable.

Hate not.

Cheng Huan didn't know whether to give up a fleeting relationship for a relationship that had long since ended.

Although neither is under her control.

The selfishness that once depended on has become a stumbling block to a dilemma.

She may be better at hating people than loving and being loved, and better at making people hate.

Just as she personally rejected the blazing love and pushed people into the abyss of eternal doom, she is neither qualified to accuse her of leaving without saying goodbye, nor is she qualified to accuse her current roommate.

Compared with the panicked stranger, perhaps hatred is more unforgettable.

She is getting better.

She's getting worse.

10

When Li Tan came back from the operation in the middle of the night, he found Cheng Huan flipping through her excerpts.

It's the junior high school book, and it's been torn apart.

She was sitting on the sofa, the screen of her work notebook was still on, which seemed to be some kind of document, and beside her was a beautiful vase of flower arrangements, purple lisianthus flowers, the petals were dripping with dew.

She leaned there like a still life.

——The flower language of bellflower is eternal love.

"I thought you threw this away long ago." Cheng Huan flipped through it clattering.

Li Tan hung the coat on the hanger: "Where did you find it?"

"So you brought not only the painting, but also this. You deliberately burned the painting in front of me in London to anger me?"

Cheng Huan brought her a cup of warm milk and deliberately refused to give it to her.

Li Tan suddenly felt guilty: "I just forgot that there is still this thing. I really wanted to let it go."

Cheng Huan stuffed milk into her hand: "Oh."

As the distance approached, Cheng Huan keenly smelled the faint smell of alcohol on Li Tan.

She couldn't help frowning: "Are you drinking again?"

Li Tan felt even more guilty: "Just a little."

She clenched her palms tightly, almost bleeding.

"I'm going to wash my hands." Li Tan didn't dare to continue looking at her.

Cheng Huan didn't speak.

This is a major operation, the patient is a student, and no one is good in the emergency room. She and her colleagues have been busy for more than four hours, but they still can't bring him back from hell.

The trickling water in the faucet seldom turns red, but occasionally like this, there will be blood, and the redness stimulates Li Tan's retina all the time.

The smell of blood made her almost sick.

"It's fine. Li Tan." Cheng Huan almost sighed and turned off the tap, "You've been washing for 3 minutes, and it's already very clean."

After taking a bath, when the two fell asleep hugging each other, Cheng Huan kissed the scar at the corner of Li Tan's eye: "Want to talk about that feeling?"

11

Lingering, tarsal maggots quietly swell in the darkness.

Or thick or light, never disappear.

Love, death, and eternity.

———End of extra episode———

The author has something to say: The timing of today's update is also perfect

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