Online game creation sword god

Chapter 2400
Only now, looking back with my confidant mind, I understand the six words he wrote on post-it notes and pasted on the table before he left school, so simple six words, but they have integrated the traces of four years, infinite time.

He wrote: Spring is already warm, but the flowers are not yet blooming.

If there is no emotion forged in your college years, it may be the deepest emotion between men. This sentence has been well proved between me and him.Later, we often contacted each other, and often talked about that story, the story that maybe should have ended when he finished writing six characters.

But life is life because of its ups and downs.

Later you went to BJ for the postgraduate entrance examination, and your grades were so good that when we talked about you, we all joked that whoever wants to marry you will also have to take the postgraduate entrance examination in the future.He finished four years of college and went home to find a job that suited him.

One south and one north, it seems that there is no intersection.

But one day I received his QQ message, he said that you are two lines destined to intersect.Only then did I know that he, who has always been willing to give, lost his beloved job by accident, but unexpectedly met you at the lowest moment.It was your comfort and encouragement that gave him the momentum to continue.

He said that after meeting you again, he would often listen to "Broad Sea and Sky", a good song that goes straight to the bottom of his heart.He said he might never have seen the oasis without you.

He said that he has always hoped to write something for you, but suffered from the fact that he is not a person who is good at words.So he entrusted me with this task very early on. He said that he hoped someone could write down his feelings. He said that when you thought such words would never have a chance to appear in front of you, he insisted on asking me to do it. at this point.

As his brother, I understand that there are some words that I must write down, for his mood and for his expectations.

He said that without you, apart from his relatives, he would not believe that there is at least warmth in this world; he said that without you, he would not completely convince himself to adjust and cheer up; Realize that now he also won't know what love feels like.

So he concluded to me after a dinner party that meeting you may be the last pity God has for him in this life.

He said he knew everything, and really at the end of this story, I think what I, the ghostwriter, should do most is to clarify his cognition.He said he knows you like to call him a fool, but he is really not stupid, he knows everything.

He knows that you may never stop loving that child, he knows that there is family pressure behind you, and you have a clear responsibility in your heart, and he knows that maybe one day, such love and responsibility will influence your choice.

He knew that behind his consistent self-confidence was an obvious inferiority complex. At the beginning, his friends joked and joked like a joke, but he remembered it in his heart.He knows that he has always been confident, but all along, it is himself who makes him confident, and it is the environment, public opinion and the status quo that make him feel inferior.

He knows that he has always loved you, from the moment his eyes crossed at the exchange meeting; he also knows that he probably doesn't deserve you.

The important thing is, there is one thing that he dared to say to me more than anyone.

One night he was resolutely drunk, and his narrative to me seemed like a raving:
He said fourteen, I know, I know that if there are no accidents, one day she will live in a life without me, and she will live happily, happy enough to welcome everyone's blessings.

However, in this kind of happiness, it is very likely that my name does not exist, but she will still have a life, Changle Weiyang.

He said he knew your feelings for him, and he also knew his love for you.He also knows that you have always existed in his present rich life.

I said that when I finished writing the story for him, I also forgot to ask him about the ending.

He said that he knew that the ending that followed the will of the heart was the best ending.He said that by the end of the story, he still wanted me to write it.

When he asked me so solemnly, I nodded and patted him on the shoulder as I did when I encouraged him for four years in college.

Even if one day the south and the north really do exist, we should believe that our hearts can be in the same place.

So in the end, I heard a word from him, he said, thank you, he said, he loves you.

(End of this chapter)