[Tuyan] Yimu

I want to write a message, but I don't know if this time will be the last memory this phone has.

I want to tell you that winter is coming, you need to add clothes.

The text messages sent to you are like falling leaves.The mobile phone is the branch it grows. After leaving the branch, it travels long distances in the air. When it falls on foreign soil, it may have turned into frost and hail shattered into ice chips, or fragmented snow.

So you can't read my text, and I will never hear from you.I think of your clear and cold eyes like a deep pool of cold water. If you can use them to see thousands of miles away, you might as well look at my thoughts that are about to wither without being watered.

Afraid to miss every word of yours, so I bought a new mobile phone, No. 90 for seven days, the inbox is still empty.

The empty interface turned into colorless clear water pouring into my heart.Influx, swirling with the cold air in the heart, it becomes a small but deep vortex, absorbing light and darkness, sadness and joy.

You are the light, shining through the apex of the heart.You are dark and cast a shadow.

You are sorrow, leaving your alone silence in the dust.You are Xi, the eternal night stars and the full moon sing poems for you. (Note)

That light and darkness, that sorrow and joy, are all written in your name anyway.Didn't I use a pencil?But I forgot where the eraser was.

The fingertips were exposed to the cold wind, freezing like ice.I still haven't written down a word, maybe I don't know how to write things, and I have run out of words.Maybe it's because my love is about to pay you all, and the remaining savings are almost empty.

This is the pain of first love, I finally seem to understand some.

Like those young boys, the ignorant and sour way of showing love, stupid and timid, chasing after you to get your attention.

But you're not the little girl next door who just got her hair done.You don't like to find a fluffy dandelion in the grass, and you never like the dolls and candies in the window.

You are a light and shadow, with the sword of unkindness in your hand, and the blade of the sword in your heart.Every time it scratches me, it becomes a part of my pain.

A slightly warm hand came to cover the back of my hand, curling up my fingers and pinching my fingertips lightly in the palm of my hand.I raised my head and opened my eyes wide in surprise: "You... where is the sword in your hand? You don't have Jingzhe?"

"What am I doing shaking it on the street." His eyes seemed to have a few dusts, and he said, "Why are your hands so cold?"

"Just take a breath." I timidly withdrew my hand from his palm, put my two hands together, and exhaled hot air into the crack between my palms while rubbing.

He picked up the phone on my lap and sat down on the wooden bench next to me.I was embarrassed to let him read those text messages on my mobile phone, and was about to ask him to return it to me, when he suddenly smiled: "The mobile phone in my country does not support international calls."

Suddenly a series of jingling bells rang in his hand, it was a mobile phone that appeared like a magic trick.I suddenly understood what he meant. He could not receive those text messages in Paris before.

The fallen leaves floating on the soil of a foreign land are broken.But the branches from Yanping landed straight on his open palm, smooth and intact, like a white butterfly covered in gold powder found a new wood to perch on.

Fallen leaves know the way.

His fingers dexterously climbed up like wooden branches and entangled with mine. "Get up and walk around to warm up."

"You won't run again." I hesitated, then tightened my knuckles and clasped his hand tightly.

"I can't run," he gestured to my growing hand.

Shen Tu.

On the strokes of your name, there is an inch of glow that I yearn for in my heart.

You are the light, illuminating the darkness under the shadow of my melancholy lamp.

You are dark, dim the stars for me, and the long autumn and winter.

Selfish though... I stretched out my free hand and turned it over his head, forcing him to look at me.His eyes are very quiet, and the color of the pupils seems to be painted with a layer of silver.I can't see the reflection inside clearly, but I know that the closer the distance, the more only my shadow remains.

Even if I am selfish, maybe I will be selfish for a while and make up for the 97 days I lost.Gently rubbing his lips with his lips, there is no kissing tricks, but there are countless butterflies dancing in the touch, forming a rainbow between the lips and teeth.

Probably the softest and nicest thing I've ever tasted.

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Note: The sentence "sorrowful" refers to the back view of Shentu going away alone at the end of episode 25. The sentence "Hi" describes the encounter in the night at the beginning of episode 1.

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My heart was broken when I got the topic