I once got drunk on a winter night in Beijing, stumbling on the uneven brick floor of the alley. In the gorgeous night with colorful lights hanging high, I ignored everyone with me and only looked into his eyes, and then took advantage of the pretext of being drunk and took my lover's arm.
I could have never asked for a response, if he had never kissed me on the beach in early spring.
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"... You have never even been in love, but I have been married and divorced."
"I can drag someone to get the certificate and then directly line up for divorce!"
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"Don't worry about the past. If I had it to do over again, I would still be with you... Because from then on, I couldn't bear to let you be sad."
My voice is like an old steam train, and his is the long northern border.
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The elder who had supported him all the way looked at him in the sunset with kind and loving eyes.
"Let him be happier." He said to me solemnly.
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I have tried many things that I dream of, but I still wish I could go back to the past when I knew very little about him.
After all, I was with him in the corridor of the hospital, looking at each other speechlessly across the invisible gap.
On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.
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On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still there.
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How could I have expected that now, Dongfeng will face people.
Concept: "What really happened are all crappy stories. First of all, they are laid out for a long time without any reason, and they are rambling without focus. Finally, they end in a hasty manner, with no conclusion and leaving many unresolved clues."