Kaihuang of TF just fell in love with you

"One

The wind was so strong that it hurt my eyes.

My mother said that I have wind trachoma, and tears will flow when the wind blows.It's uncomfortable, but I just like to blow against the wind.

I feel like a failure.

I always want to try a lot of things, such as writing lyrics, drawing, and I even want to be original.But I didn't succeed in any of them.

I know that one should not be too greedy, one by one slowly.But there is only so little time in total, and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time.

I always think a lot.I want to gain a lot, but I am also afraid of losing a lot.

I am afraid that I will have an accident on the way to realize my dream.Maybe one day I will be hit by a car when I go out, trafficked when I go out on the street, or hit by a meteorite while sitting at home.It doesn't matter if you say I'm worrying too much, but I just think so much.

That's why I can't wait to do it all, I want to do it all even if it's not possible.

two

I want a brother.

He doesn't have to be handsome, he doesn't have to be tall, he doesn't have to be rich, his voice doesn't sound good, his hands don't look good, but he can't stop loving me.

I'm just that hypocritical.

But I just want a hug.

When I am tired, hurt, and crying, there will be a solid, warm embrace from my dearest brother.

The brother I could never have.That's how I miss you.

three

The sleeves are rolled up, and there are scratches.

new, old.Still red.

Masochism.It seems to say so.Then let it be.Anyway, I'm tired, too tired to argue.

The scissors in the right hand are bright and look very comfortable.

Prick it down, from cold to pain to numbness, feel it from skin to flesh covered with blood.

How many times, how am I still alive.

Consciousness began to blur, this time must be dead.

Open your eyes, I'm still me.

four

does it worth?Live like this.

I do not know.

It looks like a game or a play on stage.

Life is always dramatic, it is unpredictable.Obviously boring, boring, monotonous, simple but you have to pay attention.

is it scary?people's hearts.A power more frightening than ghosts and gods.

The person who was joking with you yesterday is talking about you behind your back this morning.hehe.

I want to go far away.I looked into the distance, the waves were choppy, and it was a never-ending throbbing.I looked closer, depressed.I want to conquer all of this, I want to break out of the cocoon and be reborn, I don't want to run away anymore.No matter what other people think, no matter how crazy it is, no matter whether it is an illusion or not.I have to do this.Because——this is my dream.I started to run, I felt like I was burning, I felt the heat of the fire in every corner of my body.I saw that I was running, fast, a speed I couldn't possibly have.I see I've been running, all the time.

I think I'm far away. "

"He lit a cigarette.

The curling smoke covered his aging face that had gone through vicissitudes of life, his expression could not be seen clearly in the smoke, and there was a little light of sparks shining in the boundless darkness.

Behind him is a luxurious and comfortable couch, above his head is a gorgeous chandelier with sparkling crystals, and in front of him is a valuable ashtray, which has already accumulated a lot of ashes and leftover cigarette butts.

He exhaled a long puff of smoke, then lit another.

His figure in the empty room seemed so small and lonely, and the smoke quickly spread throughout the room.

He closed his eyes, and in the smog he recalled his dreamlike life.

He thought of his impoverished childhood, he thought of the youthful and frivolous youth, he thought of the high-spiritedness and pride of the youth, and the intrigue and intrigue of the middle age.He recalls things he too once had, and things he has since discarded.

Many, many, scene by scene, like a slideshow, showing the first half of his life.

Then everything fell silent, quietly silent in the still dim.

He used to be so persistent in pursuing what he most desired, but now he is alone.Now it had everything he wanted, but life no longer had meaning.

So people are constantly chasing their own desires and using this to spend this long life.He couldn't help thinking ironically.So what else do you want, what do you really want?A voice asked from the bottom of my heart.

He blew out circles of smoke rings, watching them slowly dissipate in the air, thinking about the question just now, but in the end there was no answer.

The fiery red light was suppressed in the darkness.

He took a deep breath, the air still smelled like smoke.Putting on a windbreaker and walking aimlessly on the street, the chill and bleakness of autumn penetrated straight into the neckline, which was bitingly cold.It's almost winter.

A child grabbed the hem of his coat.

He looked back at the thin, young and immature face, the thin and young body shivering in the cold wind, and the begging desire flashed in the clear eyes.

—he saw himself as a child in those eyes.

He let out a breath, and there were still traces of cigarettes in his mouth.He took out a red bill from his shirt pocket, paused the hand that handed the money, then put it back into his pocket and exchanged it for some change with a larger denomination.After receiving the money, the child's eyes lit up instantly, and he took it carefully, and ran away like a deer in the forest.

But he still stayed where he was, still maintaining the posture of handing the money to the child, and took it back slowly after a while.He stared at the back of the child leaving, something more in his eyes.

After a while, this bustling and cold city had several children's rescue homes.

He left from a group of smiling faces with heavy makeup or yellow and thin faces, and walked towards home.A childish and feeble cry for help came from the Chaoshui River on the road, spreading far away.

He jumped into the water on one side of his body to support the young life. When others rescued the child ashore, the river overflowed his head.

Water poured in from all directions and choked from his mouth, almost suffocating.

A contented grin finally appeared on his face before his consciousness faded away. "

Read Jian Yan's two new diaries, smiled slightly, forwarded them and posted on Weibo.

The next day, Jian Yao woke up very early, and when she came out, she saw Wang Yuan'er and Qian Xi eating toast. "It's so early." Jian Yan rubbed her hair, which was already shoulder-length.Qian Xi nodded and called Jian Yan to eat.After Jian Yan washed up, she ate two slices of toast and took a sip of milk before starting preparations. "Remember to pack your luggage, the show is leaving at noon today."

Then Jian Yan became facial paralyzed again.After packing up my luggage, I started watching "Super Youth Code".She wanted to ask a lot of questions, such as why there was a distinction between 001 and 002, and whether Sui Yu or 002 was caught in the end, but she didn't say it out, it's good to keep these questions in her heart.

At 11:[-] noon, they got on the plane to the United States.

Jian Yan was a little tired, but she still didn't sleep, looking at Xiao Kai who was sleeping next to her, quietly lying in Xiao Kai's arms.

"I'm sorry." It took a long time to say these four words awkwardly, and finally closed my eyes.

But after a few seconds, I felt my lips were wet.

He woke up suddenly, but what he saw was an enlarged version of Wang Junkai.

"Hey, silly Jianyan, it would be better if I said no earlier, so I wouldn't suffer for so long." Xiao Kai smiled, tears dripped on Jianyan's face, but the tears dripping on Xiaokai's legs were two people. of.

Finally came back.

Wang Yuan and Yi Yang Qianxi looked at them with smirks.