Jose: "Do you eat more?"

Sanmao: "No more, not much, you can eat less in the future."

Fu Sinian, why isn’t I marry you? I can do it, don’t eat or sleep, I can do it, like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, I can do it, tie myself into a package and accompany you to travel thousands of miles.

Yangyang thought in pain, but Fu Sinian said that these are all dreams.

Lijiang is a dream, Three Gorges is a dream, and the Aegean Sea is a dream, which is a love that has become a reality, and it is still a dream.

He treated me as a dream. Since it was a dream, it was not real. When the dream became real, he regretted it. Why was it not a dream? This is really a sarcasm. Yang Yang smiled with a self-deprecating smile. I should have known that he had also hinted that he hoped that on the other side of the Internet, it was Xiao Ran, not Yang Yang.

He is so gentle and passionate, and so weak and cowardly. Since he pursues love, don’t he understand what love is? Since he has written so many love novels [31 Novel Network], he said, does he actually not understand that love is actually a kind of faith? Only faith can be persistent. What he said was that he once worshipped his dream of love as a sacred way of worshipping it. What is not faith? But he eventually betrayed his faith and became a traitor to love.

It is hard to imagine that a person who keeps talking about love becomes a deserter in front of love.

He is either hypocritical or unworthy, not worthy of talking about love, or pursuing love.

He said that he never stopped pursuing love, and that moment was eternal for the girl who floated in the "Rain Alley" until he met me.

I believed in his sweet words and love at first sight. I always believed in love like this, believing in love with love beautifully and sadly, and hurt my heart again and again. I smiled bitterly.

Don't he love me? He likes phoenix because phoenix has my memory. He came to Yichang because Yichang is my hometown. He chased Wuhan because Wuhan has my existence. Even the osmanthus flowers on the balcony that are fragrant in all seasons, he also deeply absorbed into his soul, not to mention the roses that thorn his blood and the cherry blossoms that make him give birth to lonely cherry blossoms.

He loved me, just as I loved him. He thought about it painfully, and every memory deeply hurt her heart.

How could such a affectionate person say that he doesn't love him? How could he give up? Yangyang couldn't understand that these things were like movies, and were put in her mind vividly, as if they had just happened yesterday.

Those QQ chat records were bound by Fu Sinian, who said they were used as scripts of their love. Fu Sinian said that when he had enough of a book, he would give it to her. He was not a poet but wanted to be a poet's romance.

However, it was not necessary for Fu Sinian to send it to you, but Yangyang could remember one by one. She even forgot what breakfast she had today, but she could remember every word in Fu Sinian's poem. It was not how well Fu Sinian wrote it, but that these poems were imbued with his deep affection. When I was reading, I recited the text but couldn't even memorize a single article. Yangyang understood that this was not memory, but profound, unforgettable depth. It did not need to be deliberately remembered, and it would naturally emerge from the bones.

I don’t know why, Yang Yang, who doesn’t understand poetry and doesn’t like reading poetry, actually likes to let Fu Sinian write poetry for her. Many times, she would suddenly say to Fu Sinian, “Sinian, read a poem for me, and she is as devout as the saints of Jesarus.”

The poem is still there, and the person has left. What do I want him to do? He is holding the trunk of the tree by the roadside and coughing loudly. Whether it is ruthless or affectionate, we finally become strangers.

Back to the snake's nest, Lanlan is not there, and the osmanthus flowers on the balcony are wafting over. It seems that it can bloom all year round, and it is so brilliant and mellow.

Yangyang opened the QQ, and the familiar gray avatar jumped in front of Yangyang's eyes. When he went in, the chat records were vivid in his mind.

Thinking of the loving scene of Country Garden and the others, I was so angry that I was so angry that I deleted this gray avatar. At the same time, I also deleted the records that touched my heart. All of this was over.

Yangyang picked up his phone and deleted the number that was always prompted as an empty number. At the same time, the ones that were deleted were also their inner desires. It was time to wake up this spring dream.

When I wake up from my dream, life has to continue.

Am I really going to marry? I just wanted to get married immediately, but I realized that I was really going to get married. Yangyang suddenly felt confused. Did she call back and tell her father, Dad, I'm going to get married, it's New Year's Day? Yangyang couldn't help laughing. After laughing, tears came out. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zhou Wei said he wanted to give me the best wedding.

Shangri-La, a luxurious wedding, the witness of both parents, relatives and friends, is also marriage. All these traditional Chinese ensembles are not for themselves, but for others to watch. When they get married, some people regard themselves as actors and perform a drama for others that they do not know the ending.

Getting married is a matter for two people, and it shouldn’t be so troublesome. Picking up two pieces of clothes and living in it will be a marriage.

Marrying someone can be very casual, let him hold his hands without looking back, and keep moving forward to what he calls his home, which is also marriage.

When Sanmao and Jose got married, they also walked all the way through the Sahara, which was covered with yellow sand? They even forgot to wear the ring.

The best one is not the favorite one. What kind of wedding do I like?

In Phoenix, interpreting the legend of love? Leave a mark of love in Lijiang? Or is it really like I thought, picking up two pieces of clothes and living there? Or, let him hold hands and walk without looking back?

Since it doesn't matter who I marry, why do I still care about the form of the wedding? What does it mean? Anyway, they are always married, so Zhou Wei will do whatever he likes? Yangyang thinks he is ridiculous, it's just a wedding he thinks he is self-righteous.

Yangyang stood up, stretched his waist, and walked to the balcony.

The balcony is very narrow, and after some flowers are placed, it looks even narrower. Apart from the flowers, Yangyang rarely walked out before, so she would rather hide in the room to read books or surf the Internet.

But Fu Sinian likes it. He likes flowers, grass, and all plants with green or fragrant fragrance. He is born to be a passionate person with the delicateness and weakness of a woman.

It was Fu Sinian again, Yangyang hated herself a little. Everywhere, she could find Fu Sinian's memory.

She didn't know that even though she deleted his QQ number and deleted his phone number, he was still engraved in her heart, like her teeth marks, biting deeply on Fu Sinian's arm, becoming a row of marks of love that will never be erased.

Tooth marks? Yangyang thought about it. Are the tooth marks on his arm still there? Is it like his ruthless heart, which was also removed by him ruthlessly?

Yangyang, I will remember you, even if I forgot the whole world, I will remember you. Fu Sinian said this, but unfortunately, he has not forgotten the whole world now, but he has forgotten me, and he has forgotten everything. In his eyes, only Lin Shuqin.

Shuqin, I only love Shuqin, this is what he said in his own words, Fu Sinian, I hate you, I hate you to death. Thinking of these, Yangyang wished he could bite him to pieces and swallow it with blood, not because of hatred, but because of possession.
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