Zoufeng's company's business has been piled up for a week. She was specially asked to sleep when she went out in the morning. She had been in poor spirits for several days and had hardly had a good rest. However, after she left as a man, Zou Bei tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and she felt even more uneasy.
Just as he was about to take a look, he was woken up by a rushing knock on the door. Dingdang rushed in and asked about the general reason. Then he put down his little heart that was in his throat. His originally pretty melon-shaped face was so thin that he had lost his shape in a week. Fortunately, when he came here today, he saw that it had improved a little, so Dingdang almost closed his hands and shouted: Amitabha.
Zou Bei blamed herself and pulled her: I'm sorry, I've made you worried.
OK, don't think about it, it's fine.Dingdang was afraid of her shoulder: Uncle Zou has come back?
kindness.Zou Bei smiled and said: I'm back.Then I thought about it again: Dingdang, actually, my relationship with my dad...
Stop!Dingdang hadn't finished her speech yet: It's been so many years since she was a blind man, so there was no need to tell me again, although... I'm very happy that you're willing to tell me.
Zou Bei looked at her, tears rolling down his eyes. In just a moment, you will know whether your best friend of mine has really existed. The crowds of people, and the warmth slowly penetrated, deep in the wet eyes.
Let's sleep a little longer.Dingdang pinched her palm: You know you didn’t have a good rest at first sight. Can I wait for you to fall asleep before leaving?
Can't sleep.
Zou Bei shook his head and said softly: Dingdang, I'm so panicky, can we talk?
Zou Bei looked at the ceiling, and the inexplicable sadness of raising the flag slowly lingered in his heart, passing through the high-rise buildings outside the window, making it even more silent.
Oh, OK.Dingdang lay down along, put one hand on her waist, and his nose arched her cold skin: I haven't been lying with you like this for a long time.
It's Ah.
The memories of the past are still in my mind, and I carelessly recall the past. She remembers the majestic security guard on campus, the dormitory management aunt is comfortable, the class teacher's praise, the scene of her joining fire with Dingdang bullying Long Tao, and letting that big man get food and water, the first time she met that elegant man, and many more...
Outside the window, there was an old tree with brown branches that were stiff and bony, leaving only a few sparse yellow leaves, holding the spider silk to break, and lingering in the cold wind. In the late autumn of another year, the sky gradually became gloomy. It turned out that the morning light that was slanted west passed through the windowsill. Through the thick curtains, a faint smell of rain came from the air...
Maybe it was because of the rain, Zou Bei's chin tilted, and he was in a daze and didn't know where he was. He rubbed his swollen temples and thought for a while, but he was still sleepy.
People always say that women are sensitive creatures and are born with a magical sixth sense. Zou Bei feels that this is realistic for herself, otherwise why would she be so nervous and nervous that day?
Are you careful when speaking and doing things?
That day, the sunshine was particularly beautiful when the autumn sunset passed through the even gaps of the curtains. Zou Bei happily took the key to go out to buy vegetables. After several days of peace, he thought that his previous worries were ridiculous random thoughts. Until he ran downstairs with excitement, he brought back two bags of food and vegetables. He suddenly saw the strange and familiar car and the man who got off, and turned around and ran away.
Zou Bei!Nan Qianmo then caught up: Don’t worry, I’m just here to return your phone...
Zou Bei instinctively stopped. It turned out that his phone really fell into his car. He glanced at him and stretched out his hand. When that stop, it stopped for a long time and stopped a lot...
The moment the two hands were handed over, another car slowly drove into the roadside. Zou Bei finally knew what fate is, what is heaven's will. When everything comes to an end, nothing in this world is eternal and happiness...
At that moment, it no longer belonged to her...
I understand, I always understand... Actually, I have a problem.
Zou Feng's voice was still so gentle, just like the love words in his ears last night: I want to change, I want to quit, but my persistence has made me very tired... The affectionate eyes lost the warmth of the past: Sorry, sorry, it's time for us to separate.
The heavy object in Zou Bei's hand slid quietly and he rubbed his eyes: Ah?What?I didn't hear Ah?
The last few words were remembered, was it suddenly a gust of cold wind that made the leaves sway, and instantly shook the desolation all over the ground...
What year is this?That month?That day?When and where?She and him had the last conversation, the roadside with smoke and dust, opened their eyes, and had only time... leaving behind the back of the man turning around...
The house is your name, and the bank card in the drawer next to the bedside is also your name. Do what you want to do.
Zou Feng said softly: I apologize to President Nan for me. I know that he has no malice.
The man's voice is like the moon shadow in the sky, light and thin: Baby, take good care of yourself.
Zou Bei pressed the electric arc from his new hand tightly in his ears, as if this would help keep the man away...
She gently opened the corner of her mouth, but couldn't make a sound. She wanted to say, if possible, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, if it was not left...
Finally, a busy voice came from the phone, and she couldn't make a sound in the end.
The wind blew, and the night demon gradually hanged down, blocking the last ray of light in the sky. The leaves were still falling, like flowers scattering, scraping the ground, the headlights, and gradually lit up in groups of three or three. Zou Bei stood in the original place, unable to find the focus.
Looking foolishly at the crowd of people all the way, where did that person go?
It may be a supermarket, a construction site, a company, or a car is moving across a spacious avenue with flashing lights on...
Zou Bei didn't know, the only thing he understood was that it had nothing to do with her, and from then on it would be a different path...
And what about myself?I can only look across the mountains. The mountains and rivers on the other side, the naughty and troubled girl, whether it is a happy smile or a sad cry, is just like those mountains and rivers, the scenery is just...
And those words said to whom, those tears shed for, and those hearts shed for, will be washed away by layers of time, and the old pictures...
After a long time, no one mentioned it...
No one has gone to recall it?
She really believed that at this moment, Zou Bei finally understood that she and him were really passing by...
What is cruel is the speechlessness that time makes people portray, and there is some love...
Everyone is destined to be at peace...
Once upon a time, it was as beautiful as a lie.
Just as he was about to take a look, he was woken up by a rushing knock on the door. Dingdang rushed in and asked about the general reason. Then he put down his little heart that was in his throat. His originally pretty melon-shaped face was so thin that he had lost his shape in a week. Fortunately, when he came here today, he saw that it had improved a little, so Dingdang almost closed his hands and shouted: Amitabha.
Zou Bei blamed herself and pulled her: I'm sorry, I've made you worried.
OK, don't think about it, it's fine.Dingdang was afraid of her shoulder: Uncle Zou has come back?
kindness.Zou Bei smiled and said: I'm back.Then I thought about it again: Dingdang, actually, my relationship with my dad...
Stop!Dingdang hadn't finished her speech yet: It's been so many years since she was a blind man, so there was no need to tell me again, although... I'm very happy that you're willing to tell me.
Zou Bei looked at her, tears rolling down his eyes. In just a moment, you will know whether your best friend of mine has really existed. The crowds of people, and the warmth slowly penetrated, deep in the wet eyes.
Let's sleep a little longer.Dingdang pinched her palm: You know you didn’t have a good rest at first sight. Can I wait for you to fall asleep before leaving?
Can't sleep.
Zou Bei shook his head and said softly: Dingdang, I'm so panicky, can we talk?
Zou Bei looked at the ceiling, and the inexplicable sadness of raising the flag slowly lingered in his heart, passing through the high-rise buildings outside the window, making it even more silent.
Oh, OK.Dingdang lay down along, put one hand on her waist, and his nose arched her cold skin: I haven't been lying with you like this for a long time.
It's Ah.
The memories of the past are still in my mind, and I carelessly recall the past. She remembers the majestic security guard on campus, the dormitory management aunt is comfortable, the class teacher's praise, the scene of her joining fire with Dingdang bullying Long Tao, and letting that big man get food and water, the first time she met that elegant man, and many more...
Outside the window, there was an old tree with brown branches that were stiff and bony, leaving only a few sparse yellow leaves, holding the spider silk to break, and lingering in the cold wind. In the late autumn of another year, the sky gradually became gloomy. It turned out that the morning light that was slanted west passed through the windowsill. Through the thick curtains, a faint smell of rain came from the air...
Maybe it was because of the rain, Zou Bei's chin tilted, and he was in a daze and didn't know where he was. He rubbed his swollen temples and thought for a while, but he was still sleepy.
People always say that women are sensitive creatures and are born with a magical sixth sense. Zou Bei feels that this is realistic for herself, otherwise why would she be so nervous and nervous that day?
Are you careful when speaking and doing things?
That day, the sunshine was particularly beautiful when the autumn sunset passed through the even gaps of the curtains. Zou Bei happily took the key to go out to buy vegetables. After several days of peace, he thought that his previous worries were ridiculous random thoughts. Until he ran downstairs with excitement, he brought back two bags of food and vegetables. He suddenly saw the strange and familiar car and the man who got off, and turned around and ran away.
Zou Bei!Nan Qianmo then caught up: Don’t worry, I’m just here to return your phone...
Zou Bei instinctively stopped. It turned out that his phone really fell into his car. He glanced at him and stretched out his hand. When that stop, it stopped for a long time and stopped a lot...
The moment the two hands were handed over, another car slowly drove into the roadside. Zou Bei finally knew what fate is, what is heaven's will. When everything comes to an end, nothing in this world is eternal and happiness...
At that moment, it no longer belonged to her...
I understand, I always understand... Actually, I have a problem.
Zou Feng's voice was still so gentle, just like the love words in his ears last night: I want to change, I want to quit, but my persistence has made me very tired... The affectionate eyes lost the warmth of the past: Sorry, sorry, it's time for us to separate.
The heavy object in Zou Bei's hand slid quietly and he rubbed his eyes: Ah?What?I didn't hear Ah?
The last few words were remembered, was it suddenly a gust of cold wind that made the leaves sway, and instantly shook the desolation all over the ground...
What year is this?That month?That day?When and where?She and him had the last conversation, the roadside with smoke and dust, opened their eyes, and had only time... leaving behind the back of the man turning around...
The house is your name, and the bank card in the drawer next to the bedside is also your name. Do what you want to do.
Zou Feng said softly: I apologize to President Nan for me. I know that he has no malice.
The man's voice is like the moon shadow in the sky, light and thin: Baby, take good care of yourself.
Zou Bei pressed the electric arc from his new hand tightly in his ears, as if this would help keep the man away...
She gently opened the corner of her mouth, but couldn't make a sound. She wanted to say, if possible, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be, if it was not left...
Finally, a busy voice came from the phone, and she couldn't make a sound in the end.
The wind blew, and the night demon gradually hanged down, blocking the last ray of light in the sky. The leaves were still falling, like flowers scattering, scraping the ground, the headlights, and gradually lit up in groups of three or three. Zou Bei stood in the original place, unable to find the focus.
Looking foolishly at the crowd of people all the way, where did that person go?
It may be a supermarket, a construction site, a company, or a car is moving across a spacious avenue with flashing lights on...
Zou Bei didn't know, the only thing he understood was that it had nothing to do with her, and from then on it would be a different path...
And what about myself?I can only look across the mountains. The mountains and rivers on the other side, the naughty and troubled girl, whether it is a happy smile or a sad cry, is just like those mountains and rivers, the scenery is just...
And those words said to whom, those tears shed for, and those hearts shed for, will be washed away by layers of time, and the old pictures...
After a long time, no one mentioned it...
No one has gone to recall it?
She really believed that at this moment, Zou Bei finally understood that she and him were really passing by...
What is cruel is the speechlessness that time makes people portray, and there is some love...
Everyone is destined to be at peace...
Once upon a time, it was as beautiful as a lie.
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