Mirror Love Shadow

Chapter 47 The Lonely Love on Paper
How is life?Sing to wine!How much sadness is buried in the shallow drunkenness, how many people's hearts are touched by a love story or a story.I linger and hesitate in love, but dare not stay in the aftertaste for a moment.So the complex drifted away in the wind, just waiting to look up at the clear night sky when I returned from loneliness, soaked in the fragrant and astringent wine smell as if piercing my stomach in the gloom, a drama-like love was full of ruthless colors.

I want to end it in words, but the few words tell about the misty love affair.Leaping on the paper, Ning Xiao's state of mind seems to have written the oath of each other, looking at the doomed time, the majestic momentum of the sea and misty rain is no longer surging in the words!Followed by the flow is a lonely in the calm.

In the fragrant coffee house, there are two elegant lovers in the story.Under Zijian's invitation today, An Huai's eyes were dull and lifeless, but there was a surge of regret in her heart.They lost to each other in the emotional world of competition, but the friction between their lips and teeth is the beginning of the next wonderful speech.

"Qu Anhuai, do you have the word self-esteem in your emotional dictionary? Now, you should leave here, leave Manjiaolin, the love you gave to Aijiaolin, she can't afford to lose her own happiness."

Suddenly, with a sound of "wiping", Zijian lit a cigarette with a sad expression on his face.The sound of the matchbox pierced the quiet and dull atmosphere.Zijian said to An Huai solemnly.

An Huai sat on the side calmly, touching the oily shine on his hair for a long time. During this period of time, he was a little decadent and even forgot to take care of himself.There was a scruffy beard on the oily face, and a "hehe" sneer came from the corner of Anhuai's mouth.

After Zijian heard about it, a wave of anger welled up in his heart, and he wanted to go up to him to punch him, but restrained this behavior calmly.

"I can't afford this love anymore, Zijian. I'm really sorry for Manjiaolin, and I will leave."

After An Huai finished speaking, it seemed that a sense of peace had been injected into the guilty heart. The comfort of love was gone, and he could only let go in the tranquility, and sneak into regret in the loneliness.Little by little turned into sorry speechless and deeply buried in my heart.

Zijian lit another cigarette in silence, and shook his head lamentingly, "Qu Anhuai, if the love letter is not made public, even if you win Manjiaolin back, it will be nothing more than paying the bill in the despicable world. It's narrow-minded."

"You asked Zhipeng to set up a trap to test Jiaolin. It was a kind of trauma to Manjiaolin. In her emotion, she looked up to love, but you saw it as a test of love's loyalty. In her Even if there is love, she dare not move forward with persistence, because her self-esteem in love is hurt, and she keeps a kind of defense to resist her heart, and she no longer dares to cater to the arrival of love easily. Let time investigate and test everything. Do you understand? Qu Anhuai."

Zijian wanted to yell loudly in his last words, but he could only speak calmly to An Huai in a melancholy tone. He smoked a few cigarettes and looked at An Huai indifferently alone.

"Zijian, you are right. I lost to Jiaolin, and I lost to love." An Huai confessed with her head down. After speaking, her heart was empty and lost, and she could only remain silent.

"You have lost to yourself, Qu Anhuai! You are still paying for your hypocrisy." Zijian smiled indifferently in the lingering smoke, as if laughing at his bitterness, his eyes were full of contempt.

"Zijian, how many rounds are there in life? My winning or losing is between disappointment and nothing in the end. Love to the end and lose to the temptation of Aiqing, and completely lose to desire, depriving me of my belief in loving Jiaolin." An Huai stroked his shiny hair again, obviously coveting a kind of hypocrisy in this emotion.

Zijian smiled refutingly amidst the sound of "hehe", "An Huai, your belief in Jiao Lin is not some kind of love belief, it's just a desire that you can't get. This desire confuses your love."

An Huai was completely frustrated, and nodded helplessly, admitting his fault.

So after a while, An Huai smoothed out some hair with his hands, then put his elbows flat on the table, his empty eyes became lively, he stared straight at Zi Jian's eyes, and said as if there was something serious: "Help I will take good care of Jiao Lin, you must love her well, promise me."

"Don't worry, Qu Anhuai. I will definitely do it." Between the sincere words, a slight smile appeared on Zijian's expression.

In the impact of time, they were silent, and drank tea in the fragrant tea leaves to forget the intricate truth.

The words on the paper look at the plum blossoms outside the window, and the falling plum petals slide one by one, falling into the disturbance of the years; falling into the regret of lovesickness; falling into the loneliness of love in the palm of the hand.

The lost years will act calmly at a certain moment in the future. In a certain season, the shadow of plum petals alternates, ushering in the cool winter to light up the original white and flawless purity.The warmth in the cold wind blooms plum blossoms, as if describing the joys and sorrows of love.In the unknown time, look forward to the fragrance together in the future.

Outside the window is the world of fluttering snowflakes.The cold wind pierces the bones, and the frozen earth seems like the sky has frozen the desire in love and chained the disturbances of the years. The lingering plum shadow has become a good reputation on the earth, and its cleanliness has frozen the flawless love. .

The messy heart is nothing more than the loneliness in this text, the love is not shallow, and the heart of Ba Liang is full of incomprehensible and confusing love.

A door, a mirror, a beam of light, and a shadow ignite brilliance in a strange world, reflect the years, witness the turmoil, and waste time in the disturbed disturbance.Yanran's appearance, the moment of awakening dispelled the love in the years.

The loneliness I shake on the paper is the rise of love in the words, the symbols seem to be the boundaries of thoughts, and the unrequited love is pondered in the delicate emotions, like the guidance of a party's return in a landscape song, it calms the perfection of the heart and blends into it. beyond the realm of the soul.

(End of this chapter)