In the next 16 months, because I was always urged to write, I retreated to create.Yes, I have been writing for magazines since I was [-], and they all say that I have a talent for writing and that I can write well.So I was good at dealing with words.Those feelings of seeing light and death can only be known by words.

During these three months, I often rely on Xi's shadow to see inspiration, those words and her shadow always hit my brain cells quickly.

That unknown love was buried just like that, but Xi, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you.We have known each other for six years, but we can't become lovers, then I hope we can be the best friends for life.

That day you cried on the other end of the phone, crying hurt my heart, you said you missed me, you said don’t miss my news every day, and you can’t hear my voice.But I understand, that is dependence, not love, my dear, you are good to me, not love...

When the sun shines through the window on my white and smooth floor, my mood is clear, and the haze of a few months ago seems to have disappeared.So my mood suddenly brightened, I lay sideways on the floor, the sun shone on my immature face, and suddenly I fell in love with this simple little city.

All of a sudden, the phone jumped on the bed, and the familiar number appeared in front of me, and the corners of my mouth raised up unconsciously...

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