C101 From tomorrow (2/2)

I felt a little sad inside.

That night, I lied in my dorm room alone. I tossed and turned, and it was hard for me to fall asleep. All I could think about was Liu Yue, all I could think about was tonight's conversation with Liu Yue, all I could think about was the past with Liu Yue …

Finally, at dawn, I couldn't help it. I got up, sat down at my desk, turned on the computer, and began tapping the keyboard, letting the tide of my thoughts run between my fingers:

It's dawn and I can't sleep. I'm sitting in front of your computer talking to you.

I do not dare to write in my diary again. That diary made Mei Ling destroy you, and I also did not dare to write on paper again. That Paper airplane almost made me repeat the same mistake.

So, I chose the computer, chose your computer, I used your computer to talk to you.

At this moment, you must be in your sweet dreams. Go to sleep, go to sleep, you're too tired …

Last night, on the riverside, apart from calling each other by their posts, I didn't call you that, and you didn't call me that either.

I know that you did not mean for me to call you ”the Sister Liu.” I know that we are all groping for each other on the edge of contradiction, and I know that you are sincere in your tolerance and magnanimity towards me.

After walking for so long, I went from ignorance to the initial thoughts of today. After experiencing so much, I went from an ignorant youth to the man of today.

I can't forget, every excitement and trembling you gave me; I can't forget, every instruction and guidance you gave me; I can't forget, every encouragement and encouragement you gave me …

You, to me, are the most magnificent poem of my life.

You let me touch the beautiful and unswerving soul, let me open a conversation with your heart, let me see the rainbow in the wind and rain, see the dawn in the dark, no longer so much loneliness and loneliness, sadness and sadness.

Countless months and nights, I looked up at that lonely moon in the starry sky, rushing left and right in the cage of reality, the best escape is in your eternal memories … Time is always rushed, life is also pale, there is no other request, only to use you to record life and those little feelings in the heart, will be worthy of a nostalgic moment, become permanent.

”Once, you made me feel that there was another kind of ownership in my life. This kind of ownership made me wealthier than money, and made me dazzle even more than Hua Chang.” Last night, when the west wind was green and withered tree, it went up alone to a tall building, and looked out over the world. How many times did it take for him to eat and not sleep, and perhaps, only by condensing his endless thoughts and emotions into a section of you and writing a section of you would I have a different kind of happiness, even though I know that I no longer have the qualifications to do so.

With your past, I believe, is a contract between man and life, between man and fate. When everyone came to this world, they would have something that belonged solely to them to do. The relationship that they had always been unwilling to part with would eventually affect their entire lives … Once, I lost the sword of wisdom, lost my steadfast self, lost the home on which my heart grew and flourished. When I walked out of my lost, once again holding your hand, I knew that I no longer had you.

I know that in the deepest recesses of my heart, no matter what I do to you, I will never leave you, I will always watch your back in silence; I know that you do not like me to create self-pity, self-pity, self-deception; I know that I am using your soul to write the most beautiful, warmest, broadest, and most intellectual emotion in human nature; I do not know whether you will allow me to compose you into a song that I will sing in my heart alone, the song of a resounding yesterday and tomorrow …

For me today and tomorrow, you are a lamp on a snowy night, bringing the lost me home to the door; you are a sail in the sea, letting the distant me ride the waves; you are a fire in the winter, bringing back the confidence and courage to my body and mind that are both cold; you are a crescent moon in the night, spreading gentleness like water in my heart; you are a golden seed, spreading the respect and love I have for people in my heart on the way here, warm Qing Er …

At this point, I was tired. I stopped typing and stared blankly at the computer screen …

After a long time, I stood up, walked to the window, and opened the curtain. A ray of morning light was rising from the horizon.

Daybreak had arrived.

I admit that sometimes, I am a stingy person who likes to write out the thoughts in my mind. Perhaps, this is the sour and pedantic feeling that Chinese people have.

In fact, I agree with Chen Jing's point of view. I don't feel that I am a scholar just because I am a reporter.

I really feel that a reporter is not worthy of the title of scholar. A scholar should be a true scholar, so what kind of knowledge can a reporter do? What is the literary value of what is written?

Perhaps the culture of this society is too barren, everyone too impetuous, so, to see the words of the calligraphers, all attributed to the ranks of the literati.

After experiencing the diary time and the long period of fear from the Paper airplane, I became more cautious. After typing on the computer, I copied the words into Chapter 3. 5 The floppy disk was with him every day.

In those days, there were no USB drive, only a diskette that could hold words. Many of the manuscripts and papers I typed were stored inside.

My heart's words and thoughts carry around with me, I feel much safer, want to see when looking for an empty computer plug on the diskette to see, look after a diskette to leave, really safe ah.

The next day, when I went to the Party School for class, I spent the entire day thinking about Liu Yue. I thought about the day that Liu Yue took over.

I do not know what attitude and thoughts everyone has towards Liu Yue's return, especially what Mei Ling and Liu Fei are thinking.

The appointment of a Minister Zhang would definitely cause Mei Ling to be extremely excited, and the appointment would also cause Mei Ling to be disappointed, jealous, and angry. I pondered while I attended class, thinking about Mei Ling's perverted state of mind due to Liu Yue's promotion. I felt a wave of happiness in my heart.