Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

People's requirements are just the simplest needs. Maslow's needs theorem does not mean that only when physiological needs are met, can people pursue higher level. Maybe Wu Qingluo understands that it's time to pursue his own ideal. This dream may seem unrealistic before, but how many difficulties can it have here?

Girls, long insight, good to themselves, it should be, love is not all, also should not be bound, this own ability to grow wings, why should be prevented from flying? Before that, Wu Qingluo had only Lin Minjia in his world. He thought that Lin Minjia's world should be his own, so mutual love is the fairest. But he was wrong. Wu Qingluo finally found out that Lin Minjia, who was once regarded as the best man in the world, could not escape the common fault of many men, eating in a bowl, Wu Qingluo doesn't know whether she wants to hate Lin Minjia or not. But at this moment, she doesn't feel sad. She seems to be numb. These days, Wu Qingluo can't feel that Lin Minjia is familiar to her. Maybe she is worried, I don't know what happened in the past ten years. During my coma, something must have happened that I didn't know. But it's fair. Didn't Wu Qingluo mention to Lin Minjia that she had gone through ten years?

People are always relative, perhaps because of love, always want to pursue the so-called equivalence, but from the beginning, love has no equivalence to speak of, this is not a steelyard, but a Libra, this swing, in order to pursue the so-called balance, it is the most difficult to do.

Wu Qingluo ate the supper cooked by his aunt, as if the warm soup could resist a warm hug, as if the food could satisfy a person's empty heart.

It began to rain outside the window. The dark air began to be filled with a humid atmosphere. It seemed that there were countless water molecules, which began to disperse. They slowly floated in the air, interwoven into a network of crystal beads. The sound of the rain was like a lonely heart telling, which made people feel that it was full of all the blank atmosphere and everything, It's so sad. Wu Qingluo knows that Lin Minjia won't come back tonight. Now that she has gone to song Zhiran's boudoir, Wu Qingluo can guess something about what will happen. This is a man. He always needs a fresh feeling.

After supper, Wu Qingluo is ready to go upstairs to sleep. Although she knows that she doesn't know whether she can fall asleep tonight, it's always her own business. Maybe she will be troubled, but Wu Qingluo still wants to convince herself that her body is her own, and maybe it shouldn't be done for a person who is not worth it.

"Fall, don't come up."

When song Zhiran said this sentence, Lin Minjia seemed to be relieved. It was like a relief. It seemed that she was finally relieved, or was under the illusion of rebirth. Lin Minjia always didn't know how to convince Wu Qingluo, not to hurt Wu Qingluo, and let Wu Qingluo understand her pains.

Because of the pain and leave Wu Qingluo, but can not help but think of Wu Qingluo in the palm of the warm. The wind carries the memory of the pen, blowing the fleeting petals. Petals hiding in the past gap, in the youth of the falling stone to write the sentimental life. Rain and ink, holding up the Jiangnan, or Bashan night rain, or yellow flowers everywhere. Lin Minjia always thinks of Wu Qingluo in every familiar pink. I think of Wu Qingluo for no reason. Knowing that Wu Qingluo's sad face has been deeply hurt by himself, he still knows that the woman he loves most is always the one many years ago, and Wu Qingluo may be a substitute, while song Zhiran can't fall in love at all. These are just a story he wants to cover up, or a helpless heartbeat.

"You can't bear it all the time. I know that you are a man who attaches great importance to love and righteousness. I don't think you are wrong. If you can get rid of Wu Qingluo immediately and draw a line quickly, maybe I won't value you. Your long love is your advantage and my favorite quality."

Song Zhiran said it word by word, as if he was able to go in and blend in with his feelings. He didn't say it was not his own world at all. Some things may be successful if he worked hard, but even if he didn't succeed, he would have no regrets. If he tried his best, everyone's qualifications are different, Ideas are different, so are natural actions.

Sure enough, Wu Qingluo lay on the * * and turned it over and over, like a sleepless rhythm. He regarded the * * as a sober machine. It was not a * * at all. The window was also dark. The rain covered all the light. It seemed that even the moon was hiding. He wanted to hide from Wu Qingluo. The sound of the rain was like a stopwatch, Every drop is telling Wu Qingluo that it's the sound of time passing. It seems that it's the bleak voice of nature. It's the emotion that can't be interpreted. At this moment, the whole world should be asleep. Wu Qingluo thinks that he doesn't need to do this. Maybe he really needs to have a big sleep and recover his tired heart.

When she got up in the middle of the night, Wu Qingluo seemed to be a free child. The illusion of a dream was so unreal. She didn't turn on the light, blackened, walked out of the room and down the stairs. There was no sound at all. Her aunt also fell asleep. The kitchen was dark, and nothing could be seen. However, after a long period of darkness, Wu Qingluo seemed to get used to the sight in the dark, Slowly, she was able to see clearly what was in front of her eyes.

Wu Qingluo rummaged in the cupboard, and finally found the rest of Anding. So Wu Qing fell into some boiling water, and then with the boiling water, he looked up and swallowed some anding. It seemed that the whole person was sleeping. It was just a little psychological effect. Nothing happened. Wu Qingluo then went up the stairs, It seems that I can't go back to the past.

After entering the room, Wu Qingluo draws the curtain and then goes to sleep with her head covered. I don't know how long this time lasts. Maybe Wu Qingluo wants to be unable to sleep and then be able to go back ten years ago. Whether she meets Lin Minjia or Lu Zhijing again, it's all she wants to do. Maybe it's much better than the present situation. At least, Lu Zhijing won't betray herself, At least Lu Zhijing won't get along with her boyfriend like song Zhiran. Thinking about it, Wu Qingluo's heart began to entangle with the pain again. It seemed that there was no room for turning around. It was such a pain, simple pain, heartrending pain, unspeakable pain. Such a feeling was that he had to swallow it alone, since he didn't want to give it to others, So it's all ready for a man to break his teeth and swallow blood.

Now, every memory of the past bit by bit, the bottom of my heart will surge with a warm current, warm still. True relative love makes Wu Qingluo have more understanding of love.