The Rest of My Life

I will take the trouble to remind you Get up, it's cold on the ground Don't hunch your back How could you not love someone like me?

Ah, I've finished reading it. The ending is indeed a bit rushed, but when I think about it carefully, I have filled in everything that needs to be explained. Hum, but I'm a little angry that I didn't see Tang Yi's miserable state. And the last chapter didn't add any superfluous details. It was very well written (the exhaust fumes from this car are really fragrant). It's a late ending. Hehe.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, how can you say this is a bad article! ! ! Change the copy now!

When I saw Song and Xu revealing their true faces, for some reason I mistook Song for Tang. Makes me think that's why it's no wonder Tang was so mean to Xu. Later, Banran originally wrote about the Song Dynasty, not the Tang Dynasty, and it was a bit confusing at that moment. Later, when I wrote out the truth about Tang, I felt that everything went smoothly. Tang and Xu are both so mean to each other, there must be conflict, either they love each other or they don't love each other very much. Presumably, it's not enough to hate someone, and it's not enough to hate them, because when you have a loving person, you don't care about those troubles afterwards, so you don't love them very much. The author always writes that Lu's face looks mean, but the description of her behavior is not mean at all. Instead, she writes that Lu Xiangsong is close to her. What was the reason why Lu had a mean face in the early part of the article? Does he know the outside but not the heart, or does Lu Zaixu have the impression of being mean in his heart? It's still my poor Chinese skills, so I'm not being mean at all. Confuse. In fact, Lu was nervous when Tang and Xu scolded each other. I was actually a little dissatisfied with Lu's attitude, but when I thought about Lu taking Xu in under such circumstances, I forgave her. She should have been called Lu Weiwei and Lu Selfless. The author hadn't written the reason behind it at that time. The idea of ​​this story is: during the period of amnesia, love was discovered and found its original form, and witnessed love and justice being together; the vain Song was forgiven and let go, and the evil Tang was discovered and punished. In fact, I don't know if the word evil is appropriate, because evil and viciousness have been beautified in recent years. I always feel that whether it's a night out with a candle or the rest of my life, it ends unexpectedly, because the warmth is always thin and brushed away by other descriptions. I witnessed their suffering, but the suffering was unclear, the time was confusing, and the details were insufficient. The truth finally came out later, and there were only a few sentences to describe it at the end. Like a gecko's abandoned tail, you can see it twisting in place a few times. The real gecko disappeared into the darkness. I want to see how they live in the back, just like the runaway gecko, with nothing and nothing to see. The story is like a tail left behind, only the past has no future.

What a great article, the author is a great talent

Great article, I think I need to read it a second time.

Maybe the author has finished everything he should write, but as soon as I finish reading it, I feel like something is missing. Missing is the long stretch of exhaling from Sunday to Friday. Missing is the fact that after reading it, there is nothing that can greatly relieve the depression that I have been feeling before. But it is true that the author has written it all, but the things that have always been on his mind are finally written in one chapter. The author's writing is very strong.

Healing and depression, fortunately, they have a good ending

Another ending Lu Qiong stood silently, with no expression on her face. Lao Xu stood behind her, with obvious grief on his face. Lu Qiong's silence seemed to have infected the air around her. Lao Xu looked at her with many words stuck in his throat. He should comfort her and tell her to look away, but he couldn't say it. He couldn't think about things. No matter how he asked others to look away, he couldn't convince others. How could he convince others. He really wanted to go back and wake up Xu Chenmu, wake her up, teach her a lesson as usual, scold her for her recklessness, scold her for her recklessness. If Xu Chenmu is willing to wake up, let her scold him. He doesn't have the conscience, responsibility, and ambition of a media person. He can scold her for anything, as long as she is willing to wake up. But it's impossible. Why is human life so fragile? The last time I was beaten like that, it was just amnesia. How come I just got hit by a camera and couldn't wake up again? He still remembered a few brief words he had said to Lu Qiong before, and Lu Qiong said she had almost remembered them. He still remembered the slight smile on Lu Qiong's face when he said this. It was like a lifetime ago, and he would never see that kind of smile again in this life. Lu Qiong turned her head and smiled at him. She said in a low voice, "I'm going back first. I've made dumplings at home, but they haven't been cooked yet." The smile didn't seem forced. Lu Qiong drove away very calmly. Old Xu watched her off for a while, and was called back home by the ringing mobile phone. The white building that was accustomed to seeing farewells in the world was silent. It was a very ordinary night. A female reporter named Xu Chenmu died. After all, Lu Qiong didn't go back to the room where she came out in the morning. She went back to the house where she lived in the suburbs. After just a few days of being unoccupied, a thin layer of dust has already formed in the house. This is how a house is. Once unoccupied, it seems to have lost its soul, leaving only a room of emptiness and dust. Lu Qiong seemed to blend into it naturally. The pot of spider plant was still here, with its dry leaves sticking out. Lu Qiong walked over with the flashlight of her mobile phone on, took it off, held it in her arms, and walked out based on her memory. She drove aimlessly and thought about the pile of dumplings at home. It would probably take her a long time to finish them all by herself. The car was parked in a quiet small park. Lu Qiong stepped on the brakes three seconds before the front of the car was about to hit the street light. The seat belt tied Lu Qiong tightly, as if it was also wrapped around her heart. The spider plant placed on the passenger seat rolled down and soil spread all over the floor. When she turned on the lights in the car, Lu Qiong discovered that there was still a little green in the leaves of this spider plant. She couldn't help but think that if Xu Chenmu lived, she would be willing to become a vegetative state. At least, there would still be some hope to keep. She saw clearly that this was the park where she and Xu Chenmu had been. Under the dim street lights, the bench with many fallen leaves could still be seen. She finally lowered her head, and tears snaked into her collar. She always cried silently, unlike Xu Chenmu, who cried in fits and starts, like a series of hiccups. She cried while watching the TV series, and complained about Lu Qiong at the same time - she blamed her for writing those people so miserable, even though she also knew that nothing about this drama had anything to do with Lu Qiong except the name. Did Lu Qiong go to see Tang Yi? He kept asking to see her, but she still went after half a month of delay. There was only a piece of glass between him and her, and he could clearly see each other's haggardness and decline. Lu Qiong lowered her eyes without looking at Tang Yi, waiting for him to speak. This time, it was he who had something to say to her. In fact, she didn't pay attention to what Tang Yi said at all. Lu Qiong only felt that his face became more and more ferocious. She remembered what Lao Xu told her. Tang Yi's lawyer applied for a mental evaluation. If there were any problems, Tang Yi would be sent to a mental hospital at most. They Their efforts were in vain. Their efforts - she accepted one interview after another, found the materials she mentioned in Xu Chenmu's computer and handed them to the police in person. Lao Xu personally wrote the headlines of the day, and found the families of the victims to jointly sue... "... If I had to do it again, I wouldn't regret doing it." Lu Qiong only heard Tang Yi say this. He was probably crazy. Lu Qiong dropped the microphone and stood up to leave. The young man's bright smile in his memory was suddenly blown away by something. No one came to persuade Lu Qiong anymore. Lu Qiong didn't seem to need anyone to persuade her, so she moved forward on her own initiative. She had finished writing the online article she had been putting off for so long. Sometimes even if she saved the manuscript, she would find some reason to delay it for two days. After intermittent writing, she finally finished it. When the publishing house found out about her, she stopped urging her to write it. On the contrary, she finished it early and handed it over. She finally stopped torturing the characters in her novels. She even let them be sweet after the torture they should have done. They were together sweetly. Although everyone knew that one person would eventually leave early, they were still satisfied with the happy ending of "the prince and the princess lived happily together." One good thing is that Xiong Mingyue finally stopped copying her. The happy ending did not fit in with his setting of a sad little prince. She stayed at the resort in Yilong for a few days every winter, and she had a bunch of keys there; she still went fishing in her free time and listened to the deserted man singing; she walked along a fixed route every day and watched the aunts dance square dances... She proved to everyone that a person can live well alone, so that they don't have to worry about it, but there was one thing. She didn't want to bury Xu Chenmu's ashes. Others advised her to let her rest in peace, but she only said, "Why should I let her live in peace?"

Happy New Year, Lu Qiong and Xu Chenmu