Midnight marriage: My husband is a ghost

Chapter 204 Farewell
Parting is silent pain, parting is the pain of years; parting is astringent bitterness, parting is deep hidden tears; parting is the helplessness of deep love, parting is old paleness; parting is after rubbing shoulders Sigh, parting is a fleeting scar...

I know that although Qin Xianzhi doesn't speak, the expression on his face now tells me that he is leaving soon, maybe there is a possibility of reunion, but I have a feeling in my heart that I will never meet again in this lifetime!Sometimes the more you are afraid of parting, the parting is right in front of you, the more you want to keep it, the faster you lose it.

The sky is not old, and love is hard to break. Heart like dual screen, there Chien knot.

You left, during that long time, my heart was like an autumn tree, the leaves drifted helplessly all over the ground, only hanging loneliness on the branches.

After a long time, you didn't speak, but turned around and left.

Separation can weaken shallow feelings, but make deep feelings deeper, just as the wind can blow out the candlelight, but it can fan the fire more vigorously.

Through thousands of years of tears, what I see is endless longing.Across the millennium of love, what I saw was the faint sadness of parting.

Your figure is the sail, and my gaze is the river. How many times I tried to keep you, but I couldn't. I know that friendship is rare in this world, and freedom is more precious.

The missed years bloom beautiful crape myrtle flowers in the northern desert, but the spring and summer of reincarnation are barren.

Love Yiyi, don't Yiyi, thousands of words turn into speechless; you can't forget me, I can't forget you, we will meet again soon.

Time flies, time runs happily, I can only grasp the tail of youth, recall our memories, miss our miss, but the old friend is not there.

Let the warmth of spring accompany you, let the greenness of the grass accompany you, let the bright sunshine accompany you, accompany you on the journey, and achieve success as soon as possible.

A certain distance, a galaxy, separated the two worlds.Memories have pulled us apart for a long, long time.Even if it grows to the ends of the earth, even if it is a lifetime, it still cannot be crossed!
You left, during that long time, my heart was like an autumn tree, the leaves drifted helplessly all over the ground, only hanging loneliness on the branches.

Although your parting smile was only a short moment, it was captured on the negative film of my heart, but it left eternity.I always hold it in the palm of missing, that image is so real, so clear!

In the lonely autumn, the cicada confides the melancholy of leaving people, and the bleak evening wind makes the parting of you and me poignant.

As the sun sets, outside the long pavilion, your figure is still refusing to leave.The wheel of time, please turn slowly!Just let me take another look at this beautiful place and see his familiar figure.I want to engrave them deeply in my mind and let this beautiful memory stay with me forever.

The small boat docked by the ferry swayed with the water waves, making creaking noises. There were too many things to say, but they were suddenly at a loss for words.We stood there staring at each other, silent for a long time, I watched him let the tears slide down his cheeks.

Looking at the distance, the mist is vast, and the fog in the evening sinks on the surface of the river, as depressing as my heart.confused. "Passionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, what's more, they neglected Qingqiu Festival!"

What I didn't know was that after Qin Xianzhi left me, he came to a restaurant, and the chill was biting to the bone.Tears have already flowed dry, just pouring wine mechanically.toast.Then, accompanied by bitterness, I drank it all in one gulp.

Gradually lost consciousness, only a small boat floating on the vast river.Who I am, where I come from, and where I am going is not important at this time, and there is no way to know.

The willows along the bank are Yiyi, and the wind on the river bank, with a hint of coolness, raises its head slightly, and there is a waning moon above its head, slowly climbing up the tip of the tree feebly.

The pain of wandering, the pain of lovesickness, I can only hide it deeply in my heart.Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I confide in?
"Drunk, waking and dreaming intertwined, fallen leaves blowing in the wind and bleak. I used to cut candles and talk for a long night, but now I drink alone."

The chilling cicadas are miserable, it is late to the Changting Pavilion, and the showers have just stopped.There is no thread to drink in the tents of the capital, and the place where Fang is nostalgic, Lanzhou is destroyed.Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.Reading back and forth, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is wide.

Amorous feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and desolate for Qingqiu Festival.Where to wake up tonight, the banks of the willows, the evening wind and the waning moon.After many years, it should be a good time for a good time.Even if there are thousands of styles, let alone tell anyone.

Standing leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy.In the afterglow of the grass and smoke, who would lean on the fence without words.

The cicadas were singing so desolately and hurriedly, facing the long pavilion, it was in the evening, and the torrential rain had just stopped.Set up tents outside the capital to bid farewell, but didn’t feel like drinking. When I was reluctant to part, the people on the boat were already urging me to set off.

They held hands and looked at each other, with tears streaming down their cheeks, until the end they were speechless to each other, thousands of words were choked in their throats and could not be uttered.Thinking of the scene of going back this time, this journey after another journey, thousands of miles away, covered with mist, the sky of Chudi, which was thick with fog at night, was boundless.

Since ancient times, the saddest thing for amorous people is parting, how can they bear the sorrow of parting!I'm afraid it's only the banks of the willows, facing the stern morning wind and the waning moon at dawn.It’s been a long time since we’ve been apart for so many years. I think that even if we encounter good weather and beautiful scenery, it’s like nothing.Even if you are full of love, who will you tell it to? !
The chirping of cicadas on the bank seems to be telling a part of Tsinghua University.The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the river surface, a piece of golden brilliance, I looked at Qin Xianzhi's back, was also sprinkled with a layer of afterglow, and felt melancholy and difficult to express.The dusk is heavy, and Luo Mu is cold.

Even the swallows in the sky are flying away, where will I go to tell my longing for love.

Mountains, flowers, sea trees, red sun sky.The bleak autumn wind, complaining about parting love; youthful day, ancient cypresses and green pines.Guiyan murmurs, and frogs and cicadas resonate.On the boulevard, falling red is blowing all over your head; there is no place to look for, only a confidant.

You left, with full of joy and longing for happiness, silently and resolutely left!Following the fleeting years of our relationship, I plunged into the embrace of the dark night. I looked at your back with tears in my eyes, but I couldn't see the smile on your face, and I couldn't see whether the road ahead of you was rough or smooth. I'm really worried!

I once hoped that you could look back, but you didn't, and you didn't stop for half a second, leaving only a familiar but unfamiliar figure behind, one step, two steps...

The rustling footsteps stepped on the tip of my heart, as if obliterating the memory traces of the time we had every minute and every second.

I tried my best to restrain my emotions, trying to numb and shock them, and tried my best not to let the tears gushing from my heart pour down in front of you, but the annual rings of time and the scars of emotions could not make me calm for a moment.The wild thoughts dragged me back to the passing years again, and scenes of the past spewed out from your receding back.

(End of this chapter)