Her eyebrows and eyes were as clear as ink, and she was a little bit cold, and she was always inaccessible to loneliness, as if she existed in another world.

Incompatible with the pedestrians around.

She walked aimlessly along the street, heading towards an end that never ends.

Those ink-like eyes were cold and cold.

The swaying wind whirls,

The branches and leaves of apricot blossoms are lush and whispering with the wind, as if a first snowfall falls.

It was just like the snowy night back then.

The dyed white stands in an umbrella, slightly silent.

In this April spring rain, I will never wait for the answer. No matter how many seasons have passed by her in the first place, the rebellious and cold-hearted boy who had passed by her on this street will never come back.

No matter how many times she walked through this street, she would never wait until she was a teenager again.

The girl was alone, holding an umbrella.

The rest of my life is long and I am happy to be alone.

I spent my whole life waiting for someone who would not return.

After many years, you have no return date.

Sinking in the sunshine; sinking in the cold courtyard of the moon like water; standing quietly in the spring rain of apricot blossoms; just to remember your life, think of someone, think of you to the bone, and have deep obsession.

Looking at the apricot blossoms everywhere, I can't hide the sad years, falling down like poems and rain, falling all the obsessions of reincarnation for thousands of years, and weaving the attachment that I missed to the bone.

She walked through the long street alone, the wind lifted up a piece of her clothes, the sun jumped on her shoulders, and apricot blossoms fell, but they could not warm her at all.

From now on,

There is no such person who will take her home after she gets drunk.

Actually, she didn't forget.

She remembers it very clearly.

I can't stand it, I can't escape, that boy.

after all,

This feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time.

That night,

She listened to his heartbeat and recited his name.

The moon is half hidden and half hidden among the clouds, and the stars are scattered all over the ground.

Their shadows overlap.

The boy could bear the breeze and the bright moon and the vast world on his shoulders, and the girl on his back walked towards the way home in the moonlight.

He embraced the moon and his world.

"Jiang Yuyan..."

"Um."

"Jiang Yuyan..."

"I am here."

"Jiang Yuyan..."

"I am here."

later?

He was never here again.

In the rest of my life, a person's lovesickness is like drinking ice at a cold night, like falling into an ice cave, but it is still as sweet as you like to enjoy it. This heart is hard to cool down.

Who is the illusory shadow that keeps retreating in his dream?

Another young man who is lingering in front of whom day and night is longing for him and dreaming about him?

In April of the coming year, the rain of apricot blossoms will still be wet with clothes, and the wind of willows will not be cold when blowing on the face.

After many years, there are no more amazing people in the world.

When I first saw it, the drizzle was continuous, the branches and leaves were swaying, and flowers fell all over the ground. But I didn’t know that after blooming, it bloomed until it was full, and life and death flourished and withered, and was deserted for a lifetime.

Her boy, that heartbeat, was endless.

It fell on the remaining flowers and fell to pieces.

Who knows the sorrow of apricot blossoms?

Recalling the past,

In spring, apricot blossoms are blowing all over my head. Who is the boy on the road who is so romantic?

The spring water is born, the spring forest is flourishing, and the spring breeze is not as good as him for ten miles.

later,

I don’t know where the faces of the human faces go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

The flowing light can easily throw people away, making cherries red and bananas green.

Those unforgettable things that can never be forgotten and remembered for a lifetime are played back one by one, as if the beginning of a movie or the end.

It seemed like I was back to the beginning. In April of that year, the apricot blossoms and spring rain, on the drizzle of the road, a glimpse of the young man's silhouette was the joy of the rest of her life.

The joys and sorrows of life begin from this, the gears of destiny rotate, fate entangles endlessly, love and hate are like songs and tears, stunning time and gentle years...

The picture is frozen in the girl holding an umbrella, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and she looks forward.

And the boy in the distance stopped and looked back, looking like a star.
Chapter completed!