This is a mixed city with a new river, and it's sour and cold in Chu Shi.
I am willing to give a speech to Lu Mu and write a book by Monk.
If the fence is broken, it must be mended, and if it is short of food, it must be compensated for the hoe.
Yongjia has a new ambition and does not make a name for itself.
In the summer of 2003, my sister Bing Ling and I separated. In the past two years, we have got along with too much bitterness and strangeness, and our views on life are diametrically opposite. Therefore, after quarreling again and again, the two girls who went out to work chose to separate.
She was glad that she had won her freedom,
As for me, I am only the spokesman of Ling Bing. I sometimes wonder if these things have been done too much. As Ling Bing's younger sister, I feel sorry for her morally and practically.
But this is a hole of desire. After drilling in, I put water under the bridge. I think it's better to do this first. At this time, there is naturally a way to eliminate the misunderstanding between us.
At the same time, Ling Bing called me again and told me that she felt a little tired. She said she wanted to come back to see me.
She was lying in bed tired, telling me about the hardships of love and scolding some men for their meanness. Later, she even cried and said that she loved each other, but no one could really love herself.
I blurted out that someone was thinking about you. She stopped and looked at me in panic. I suddenly felt that I had slipped my tongue. I wanted to tell her about Lin Jingzhi, but when the words came to my mouth, I changed the subject, and your sister and I lost love and affection.
She gave a wry smile, which are two different things.
Someone called me downstairs and said there was a letter for me.
At least the dead girl ran away without staying for two days. I know she feels a little constrained by me. I opened the letter that I left for two days, and it said that his thoughts would never stop like a surging river. I thought to myself, this seems to be a line from a TV series. It seems that this boy is crazy about love. So love is like this. Today, I have learned it for others, and I begin to miss him.
In the letter, he said he wanted my phone number or email address, and asked me to surf the Internet and install a video, so that the distance between us would be much closer.
I wrote back and told him: for your study, we made three rules: first, never call; Second, do not use other communication tools; Third, only use the original ordinary letter communication way, because this way is the most romantic and can best prove that you love a person's heart. I told him in my letter that I would go to see him when we meet in Wuhan in three years. At that time, the ripe fruit will naturally fall and will naturally come.
I'm actually hiding my inner panic. I want to protect my love sky, because in his heart, what he loves most is ice, not my ice. Although there is a word difference, our distance is so far away.
Three years later, Bing Ling and I went to Wuhan because there happened to be a high school reunion there. One of our high school classmates is now a rich man in Wuhan. He sent an invitation and promised everyone that he was the host and would reimburse everyone for all round-trip fares.
Bing Ling is a lively person. For me, a three-year agreement is just around the corner. I'm trying to solve this confusing love problem. Although Bing Ling doesn't know, I can't keep it from her all my life. Besides, in Lin's heart, he loves Bing Ling, not me, the ugly duckling.
At the big ball, we had a hard time recognizing that the man standing on the stage was Lin Jingzhi. He suddenly changed from a silkworm chrysalis in my mind to a lovely butterfly.
When Lin Jingzhi saw the ice, he jumped on her and pulled her to dance. I didn't even realize the kindness and care of reality. Everything in the past was turned into an unforgettable memory by time and locked in my heart forever.
Facing his bold pursuit, Bing Ling followed him. One day three months later, she suddenly called me. She said that she really fell in love with Lin Jingzhi, and they were getting married. My tears suddenly fell from my eyes.
I deeply know that we used to be the palm and back of a mother's hand, but in survival, I chose to treat myself as the back of my hand and my sister as the palm. The back of the hand always likes to meet the ups and downs outside, so it is always desolate. Its smile is to protect its sister in the palm forever, because the palm is always the warmest.
Love also has palms. I hope she knows.