Mo Wei came to see me. He said he was going to find Yu Qiao and would leave tomorrow. I shook my head in disbelief, but I didn't seem to have the right to say anything. Whether it's Mo Wei or Yu Qiao, they all have things they want to do, and it's useless for me to say more. Besides, I don't want to say anything.
I handed Mowei a bottle of tea, but she frowned and did not take it. She said she really couldn't understand why Yu Qiao liked to drink something so unpleasant? So bitter, there is no other taste except bitterness!
I smiled, opened the lid, and put it in my mouth.
Yu Le, you and Yu Qiao are really alike! This is what Mo Wei often talks about. I don't refute it, nor do I agree with it.
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Everyone has a different definition of themselves, just like Yu Qiao, he decided to go on a trip and never came back; just like Yu Lu, just for my casual words, he did stupid things so stupidly; like Mo Wei, she wanted to find Yu Qiao, and even she lost her voice; just like Shui Sheng, the quiet wind and light cloud loves someone indifferently; just like me, waiting for everyone to come back...