Between the quilts, there was no longer the scent of Xia Chenxuan, nor the familiar smell from five years ago. However, he still didn't want to get up, and wanted to lie greedily on this bed. Maybe he was tired and wanted to be here.
take a break
Perhaps, he wanted to reminisce here, recalling the beautiful moments that once belonged to them.
The moment is short, and there is endless pain
He didn't know how long he had been lying on the bed before Leng Yifeng stood up again and looked at the computer in front of him. He inexplicably wanted to see, would her past be recorded here?
After starting the computer, he stared inside, not knowing what he was looking for. He turned the mouse and clicked, and finally landed on one place. These were the entries in her diary.
Written in the sad season - Xia Chenxuan!
Youth is like a grand sacrifice, it begins in silence and expectation, and ends in desolation and despair. It begins and ends in different postures, but the experiences and feelings are two more different postures. In my thoughts, my youth
, how did my eighteen years begin, and how will it end? In the sunny spring of eighteen, my world was filled with confusion and despair. In the evening, the setting sun reflected the sky.
The fiery red, the slanted peripheral light shines on the face through the curtains, the eyes are crimson, and I crawl on the table and cry inexplicably for a long time. At this age, melancholy is the representative of youth. I have cried, laughed, and been painful. I thought I could taste it.
I feel the taste of happiness, but then I realize that everything is illusory. The misty years are like the wind - gentle, but also ruthless. At the age of eighteen, it is the flower season, but why does it not bloom like youth?
Smile, cry, sleep, feel lost, time becomes long
Time passes slowly through the fingertips like an hourglass, and those memories with a rotten smell float in this autumn evening.
Yes, after summer, it is autumn
Walking through the dream is to wake up from the dream!
Why was he so cruel after waking up from the dream?
During this week, I tried to forget, and wanted to format all the good things you did to me, your smile to me, your tenderness to me, your warmth to me, and your romance to me during this period of time.
time outside memory
Why is it so painful?
Memories of youth, youthful ignorance, and ignorant love!
The cruel scene of the eighteen-year-old season is like a cold shackle, entwining the entire dream of youth. The wind blowing softly outside the window - it is obviously gentle, but why do I feel so sad?
Listening to the dancing melody of the wind, I think of you, remember you, and inexplicably want to touch your face, love you, and draw you in my heart. However, in the scenery where things are different and people are different, and there is a confused gray outside the window, you are already accompanied by a beautiful woman.
It’s not me anymore, it’s me who is passionate!
In the quiet night, it is a person's night, so lonely. If there are meteors passing by, they are also sad meteors, just like the tears shed by the wounded heart.
You already have a beautiful woman, but in this lonely night, my love for you has never dimmed the warmth of the past, it was a dream, the dream of the past was cruel!
However, I still remember
Whenever I walk past the corner where you once stayed, I will think of your expression when you were there. I will be happy when I think of you being happy, but then I will be sad because you are gone.
I thought your tenderness towards me meant that you liked me for a moment. Maybe just a little bit was enough. However, I was still wrong. You didn’t have that much nostalgia for me. I was so wrong.
I want to delete you from my memory. Everything around me that can be connected to you makes me sad, even a hair of yours.
your smell...
However, when the song ends and we part ways, I can’t forget it. Is it because I didn’t live up to expectations?
If our love was originally a scene, then this scene is my endless pain. You walked over my heart and stepped on it hard. The wound you scratched proves your love.
Arrival proves that you have been here, and also proves that you have hurt
It hurts
All good things are gone
A gentle smile but I fell stupidly into it
So much so that I am now walking alone in the afternoon dusk, in silent alleys, in noisy cities, and in crowded streets.
That memory is really painful
That smile is really hurtful!
If you love someone and there is no response, instead of begging for love, it is better to walk away proudly...
However, I can't be that cool and unrestrained, my mind is still full of you!
A sad love song sounded on the computer, and I was sad for it. I was in pain and shed tears. It hurts, it hurts...
Leng Yifeng looked at Xia Chenxuan's diary, and his heart felt painful. He realized that it turned out that he had hurt her too deeply and it hurt too much.
Waves of guilt swept over me
Chenchen, if you give me a chance, I will cherish you and never hurt you again. I will give you the warmest embrace, hug you, love you, and protect you all my life!
However, the expired promise came so late and came so late
It's pain that can't be returned to the original point. If it's hurt, it's hurt.
Mouse, click to open another diary
——Written on a lonely night!
Some memories linger, some memories cannot be erased, all dreams are shattered, all illusions sink
Love is a dream, but I overslept and slept until I fell, and slept until I was eternally hurt
The two looked at each other, heartbroken with tears, and their beauty makeup faded away
The sadness that cannot be concealed, the loss that cannot be concealed, the helplessness that cannot be concealed, the loneliness that cannot be concealed,
All of them explain the unhappiness and unhappiness of this night,
But no one cares for me next to my left hand. You once held my hand and gave me a warm embrace, but now, your hand is next to someone else's hand.
If one day,
I cry because of something,
Will you care and feel distressed? Will you give me a shoulder to rely on? Will you understand the pain in my heart?
If one day,
I cry because of you, what will you think and do?
If one day I cry in front of you, will you still hold me and wipe away my tears?
Why am I still so stupid, thinking about you?
The lingering past, the chaotic heartbeat, looking at each other, getting further and further away
Once upon a time, goodbye
The smile is bitter because my heart is cold. Late at night, even if I fall asleep now, I will suddenly wake up from my dream?
Everything is so inexplicable,
Everything has changed and made me feel so depressed. People around me have come and gone, and I am the only one left where I am. I can't find my own direction. I hope my next stop will be happiness, but I can't find it.
Seeing no way out, I buried my head and felt the faint scent of the people around me,
Why is it all with a touch of sadness?
Advise yourself to let go and forget,
Only when I closed my eyes did I realize that the tears she shed had indeed not deceived me!
Open the space and find that everything written in the diary is you! Maybe I really love you!
Counting the time in my heart, counting my heartbeats, counting my breathing...
Tired!
Someone asked: Is the departure of the leaves the pursuit of the wind! Or is it the tree’s unwillingness to stay?
I really want to think about it...
Love you, I will keep you company with loneliness!
Among the three diary entries, Leng Yifeng clicked on two and left one unread. However, his heart already hurts so much. Chenchen, how can I repay my guilt for you?
With his fingers, Leng Yifeng clicked on the last diary entry. What came into view were a few short lines without too many language modifications. It couldn't be simpler.
——Written in the season of despair!
it's all over!
With this ruthless strangulation, with this ruthless cruelty, everything is over!
Xia Chenxuan was cooking breakfast for Xue'er and Tao'er in the kitchen. After returning to City C from the United States, Xue'er and Tao'er had not yet adapted to the taste here. Therefore, Xia Chenxuan cooked breakfast himself when he had time.
There is a way to teach the cooking nanny how to cook the taste that Xueer and Taoer like.
Xue'er ran into the kitchen, blinked her tender eyes, looked at Xia Chenxuan, and said, "Chenchen mother, Xue'er also wants to help you!"
Xia Chenxuan lowered his head, stared at Xue'er, and said, "Xue'er is really sensible, but now Chenchen wants Xue'er to obediently ask her brother to sit in the restaurant with her and wait for her meal!"
Xue'er nodded obediently, "Well, then Chenchen shouldn't be too hard!"
After saying that, Xue'er ran out of the kitchen. Xia Chenxuan stared at Xue'er's back happily. With these two little cuties, she felt very satisfied.
After putting breakfast on the table, Xia Chenxuan's mobile phone placed on the table rang. Xueer picked up the mobile phone, ran to Xia Chenxuan and handed it to Xia Chenxuan, "Chenchen, a handsome uncle has called you!
"
Xia Chenxuan stroked Xue'er's head amusedly and angrily, "Little girl, I really can't do anything to you!"
Xueer made a face and ran away
Xia Chenxuan knew that both Xue'er and Tao'er wanted her to find a partner to marry, and they were thinking about her too. They are so sensible at such a young age!
Sighing slightly, Xia Chenxuan raised her hand and looked at the caller ID on the phone screen. It was an unsaved call. However, even so, the phone number stung her eyes. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar number.
It's Leng Yifeng
Even after leaving here, leaving this city, even after deleting this number, her number has been deeply imprinted in her mind, so how can she forget it so easily?
However, no matter how painful and dazzling she was, she still smiled, pressed the answer button, and said in a soft voice, "Hello, hello!"
Leng Yifeng was silent on the other end of the phone for a few seconds and then said, "Miss Xiao, I am Leng Yifeng!"
Xia Chenxuan smiled and said deliberately, "Mr. Leng, is there anything you want to see me for?"
"I wonder when Miss Xia will have time to see me after arranging the trip?"
Xia Chenxuan understood that Leng Yifeng was talking about what happened last night. He just wanted to date her. After a pause, Xia Chenxuan said, "I have dates today and tomorrow. I'm really sorry!"
"It doesn't matter, then I'll wait for the day after tomorrow!" Leng Yifeng's voice came from the other end of the phone. It could be heard that it was full of patience, and it was completely gone from the overbearing style in the past. Even Leng Yifeng himself found this strange.
Wanting to date a woman is an extremely simple matter. Just one word can kill her. However, this time, Leng Yifeng does not want to use that domineering method anymore.
Meeting Xiao Shuichen was like another Xia Chenxuan. Leng Yifeng couldn't bear to hurt different women in the same way. Hurting Xia Chenxuan was an eternal pain for him, but that kind of pain could never be returned.
Because, in the next year, Leng Yifeng finally couldn't bear it and sent people to find Xia Chenxuan, but what they got was bad luck...
Hang up
Xia Chenxuan stared at Xue'er and Tao'er. They had finished their breakfast obediently. Tao'er also walked to Xia Chenxuan with a cup of hot milk, "Chenchen, drink the milk quickly, or it will get cold!"
Xia Chenxuan nodded happily, and Xueer also came over with breakfast, "Chenchen, there are still these!"
Xue'er and Tao'er are twins. Tao'er was born a few minutes earlier than Xue'er, so he is the elder brother. Looking at these cute little couples, Xia Chenxuan's mood suddenly improved again after hanging up the phone.
In the warmth of spring, this scene also warms the air!