Chapter 567 (1/2)

Everyone has his own * and so do I. am I qualified? hear nothing of.

Calm down. I decided that it was better to take one step at a time; My life is probably the same way, the arrangement is too good, people are not as good as days. It turns out that's true again and again.

Plans don't change as fast as I can. I'm on the battlefield. Open the door of Yin Yijie. Step in and stand near the door.

He fell asleep and turned pale. A kind of morbid white, not ivory white when he was healthy; White in white, not white in pink.

I think. He probably doesn't really fit in red this way. Because it'll make him look less healthy.

I also think that he is probably terrible. He just has to bear it all the time. There's only * in my head. And forget all about me.

Well. Just keep forgetting when you remember. Maybe, we can go back to the original. Is it?

Lonely kite flying in the sky, want to know what's in the distance, happy children shake their mother's hand and say I want to grow up quickly... Youth is like an open door, you can't go back out, chasing treasure, holding happiness as short as falling flowers. La... We smile and say don't be afraid, don't be afraid, la... Is always the correct answer in the book, la... We cry and say don't look back, don't look back, la... Life doesn't need any answers, black and white youth after the disillusionment of colorful.

This is a question that has no correct answer. The falling flowers are withering away, and the green spring will not belong to us when we come again.

Maybe I should give him a kiss goodbye or something, but I don't think it's so sad. When he's well, I can still make him... Comfortable at the door. He is the witness of our relationship. Maybe... After the disillusionment of the five colors, youth is left with black and white, simple, all the truth.

He also seems to be old, with light wrinkles on his face.

Six years, soon to be seven years, we have met for seven years.

The seven-year itch, is it like this? There is probably no answer in the book?

Yin Yijie has been sleeping, I'm not sure whether he pretended to sleep or fainted, or really fell asleep.

But isn't it good to leave like this?

I will not promise that I will wait for him to come back; I will not be generous to say that I forgive all his offenses; Life, sometimes so confused to move forward, when you think the most sober.

”Summer will take you to the airport. Don't worry about it here.” Comfortable and quiet.

Xingli Mingfeng has been taken away. I only have a small bag, the ordinary one.

Standing in the living room, I didn't think I could do anything more, so I left.

At the door, summer was standing beside the car with a kind smile.