Let go of all the blue water and blue sky

The fourth rain in March has not yet finished, the roadside cherry blossoms have been opened, and the rain kisses the flowers quietly in the breeze. In March, the southern part of the rain was frequent, quiet and waiting for a wind and sunshine.

I have forgotten that it was the first few nights, listening to the late night broadcast, sleeping on the way, and then waking up in the early hours. The eyelids beat, nervously thinking if someone was insomnia at night, just thinking of me. Someone thinks of me, thinking like this, will also touch myself.

Is it that everyone underestimates their need for feelings?

For a long time, I have avoided the emotional thing. I don't touch a person for a long time, and I don't allow any promise. My friends thought that I was in love, fell in love, and fell in love. Many people have asked me if there are so many girls in the space who are the current girlfriends and will not reply.

I thought about the topic of fate before, and she said that she did not believe in life. Two months later, she told me that she was in love with the person she had liked since she was in kindergarten. She said that she would continue her career. Thinking of what she said before, I think that if you really like someone, he might come to you. I have not asked how to look at the fate, because she said that the last arrangement of heaven is the best.

What is destiny to give, I will accept, even if it is not good, but when it takes some things, it can't be put down calmly.

In February, she received an email from Ann. She said that she went to Zhenyuan again. She said that I wish you happiness.

The small white wall of the town, the street where the breeze is slightly in memory, you are wearing a white dress and pulling my hand around me complaining, Zhang Dongcheng can you slow down, we are not on the road.

I called the past and couldn't get through. She always pulled me black. I took a friend’s phone call and the number in Chongqing, I said that I was in Chongqing. She said that she was going to Chongqing and her boyfriend. It’s gone.

Later, in Chongqing, I told him on QQ that he and An Xiang met together and they had a meal. The topics they discussed were me. I sent a black face and went offline. When I went to QQ again, only he had all kinds of grasshoppers, but he didn't say anything else.

Marchan said that the couple’s clothes and my shirts were donated as old clothes. She said that their school opened a tea shop called the subway. Calling the past still doesn't work.

I don't work part-time in the subway, I don't have to call anyone in the deep night, and then I fell asleep when I didn't finish talking. I played LOL all the time and I was stuck in the pit. Later I moved my emotions to Xiang Yan and Jun Zi. I am sorry.

In fact, I just want to say that one of the shirts is my father's, and I haven't donated it yet. Please send it to me. Later, I don’t think that most of it is necessary. It is better to donate it than to throw it away.

The customer service phone of the marriage website was called over and over again, check the information, ask if I am Zhang Dongcheng, ask if the hobby is basketball, whether it is a teacher, whether it is not smoking, whether there is a stable salary, whether to live with my parents. I said yes. Ask when you are free, let's call again, and I am blacked out. I can't tell the difference between true and false, and suddenly I feel that the word marriage is scary.

Not long ago, I met a small classmate on the Internet. She spoke in the group. I was bubbling. She said that she had not seen it for a long time. I said that I have not seen it for a long time.

That is the girl who likes the longest besides relatives, from the first grade to the fifth grade. Because I like another girl in the sixth grade.

Recalling those years, I wrote a lot of postcards for her, but they didn't give it to her. I never admit that I like her, even if I talk to my classmates, I said: I think Wei Li and glare are very suitable. I heard that they like each other. At that time, glare was the tallest and most handsome boy in our class.

Is it very early? I never have the courage to pursue it.

Our father was a friend, and later listened to her mother saying that Dad was drunk in her house countless times, and then the grandmother and her daughter-in-law called. It’s also warm when I think about it. Of course, it’s been a lot of years, talking to my mom about girls I like.

Wei Li has long been a woman, and with baby, I have no scruples that it is a young and clear joy, Wei Li said thank you that day.

I remember that Mr. Wolf was sarcastically saying that Zhang Dongcheng was turning his debts. It is true that I always look through those past and have nothing to do with others, but the story only cares about it, right.

For more than a decade.

People who are liked don't have to say sorry, I already understand these reasons. Like the beginning of a person, almost all monologues, and finally become a narration.

Sometimes I suddenly smell the perfume I like on the road, slow down and breathe a few mouthfuls. The air is filled with the smell of grass and earth. I don't know where the breath comes from. Actually, I don't know what kind of body I like. perfume.

In fact, I don't know how to work hard, how to cheer, how to stay close to you to come to you.

March is coming to an end. Suddenly think of Shen Jiayi, "The girls we have chased together in those years," said: Because you have liked it, I can hardly feel how much others like me.

A lot of people are happy and tears are mixed together, the accounts are long gone, and I have not calmly calmed down in the evening as promised. But everything is not that important.