Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

"Elder sister Jingjing, just have a look. Don't kill people. You and I can't afford it."

Gu Xingtong persuades, but what he says is right. After all, no one wants to make trouble.

Lu Zhijing bumped into the door and said: "Yao linli's life is hard. God doesn't want to accept her. But God has no good life. You can't worry about this kind of person's death."

Gu Xingtong also helps to knock the door. At least the door lock is not a special lock. At last, it is damaged by two women. The door lock drooped down and hung on the doorknob. The bathroom was full of steam and smog. It was like walking into a fairyland. She couldn't see the situation clearly. Lu Zhijing waved her arm desperately, as if she was wiping away the terrible fog that blocked her sight. This difficult progress is really a very difficult thing.

Finally, Gu Xingtong and Lu Zhijing finally find Yao linli in a coma in the bathtub.

"It's really something wrong. What's wrong with sister Lili?"

Gu Xingtong doesn't know what happened. She always feels that Yao linli was happy to go out last night. Before she left, she was still so excited, as if she was going to date a very important person. But Gu Xingtong didn't ask who the date was. After all, it's not a gossip. In fact, Gu Xingtong's attitude towards other people is different, Less interested, her career seems to be television and snacks, others can be lost.

When Lu Zhijing and Gu Xingtong lift Yao linli out of the bathroom together, she seems to wake up at last. She lies on the toilet and doesn't say a word, like half a dead man. Seeing Yao linli open her eyes, Lu Zhijing also knows that she's OK. But seeing her like this, she's not happy to say more. Maybe Yao linli is really punished, Maybe. Looking at Yao linli's downcast appearance, Lu Zhijing has no pity for her. Maybe the biggest hatred for a person is indifference, that is, no feeling. This is the highest realm.

Lu Zhijing quickly used the bathroom, changed her clothes, and went to the hospital directly. She was still thinking about Wu Qingluo in her heart.

Lin Minjia still stands outside and looks at Wu Qingluo inside. He has an indescribable taste in his heart. Maybe only he knows it.

Maybe Lin Minjia fell in love with Wu Qingluo only for a while, but Lin Minjia knows that it will take her whole life to forget Wu Qingluo. No matter whether Wu Qingluo still remembers Lin Minjia, in Lin Minjia's heart, there will always be a drop of tears in love with Wu Qingluo, which will never be lost.

Time will slowly precipitation, some people will be in your heart slowly fuzzy. Learn to let go, your happiness needs your own perfection.

Lin Minjia can also feel Wu Qingluo's heartache, she has her unspeakable helplessness... But Wu Qingluo looks indifferent. The more she is like this, the more uncomfortable Lin Minjia will be. He can understand that this love is not his own suffering, but two people who love each other but can't be together. This is perhaps the most painful memory.

Even if it is finally the end of all this love, Lin Minjia's heart can not return to his left chest. Wu Qingluo is still the beautiful angel, but this time it doesn't appear in Lin Minjia's life. Maybe the halo on her head has already gone. In his life, the angel who had been deeply loved by Lin Minjia flapped his damaged wings and flew into the night

Thinking of the past, since she always wipes her shoulders, what's worth missing? Lin Minjia thinks that she will remember Wu Qingluo's side face with a nostalgic attitude. Is it nostalgic or not.

Lin Minjia thought, the tears are involuntarily, the man has tears, but Lin Minjia because of chagrin and feel is so wronged, if not separated, if he had been brave, if so holding her hand, will now be together? Will you have found happiness? Will

There are too many possibilities in this life. Every small change will cause some changes in the future. Maybe we meet another person because of a phone call, or miss this person because of a text message. There are too many miracles and puzzles in this life. We can't control every detail in our life, So we can never control the fate, only according to the fate of the wheel, again and again to be arranged.

Maybe today's meeting is just for tomorrow's preparation, but Lin Minjia clearly understands that he really likes Wu Qingluo. To lose her is to lose the whole world. Such feelings make him really sad, but it doesn't make Wu Qingluo feel better. Lin Minjia secretly made up her mind to become a person who made Wu Qingluo happy. One day, he would stand in front of Wu Qingluo and pursue her again. This is Lin Minjia's goal, but can we really make things clear in the future?

Unknown... Accident... All the time, we can't escape the wheel of fate

Destiny is something that no one can change. Only heaven seems to understand that all living beings are just the smallest existence. No one knows where the road is. Neither does Lin Minjia. The waves at the corners of the curtain roll up the wrinkle angle, and the sunlight diffuses through the screen. Wu Qingluo looks down from the top of the tallest building in this small town. The neon lights are flashing in the night sky, and the gray color suddenly reminds him of the repeated fate in the short film. The confused smile always becomes strange after turning around. The tears leave the transitional marks of folds on the gray and yellow paper. In the ignorant years of spring, we are helpless and helpless. We are anxious for the new words, Dreams reverberate with the lonely, floating mind with elegant color. I don't have the heart to hold up the withered flowers, because I'm afraid I won't have so much power, even for a small flower.

In fact, Wu Qingluo has seen Lin Minjia hiding behind the window. At that moment, her heart is in full bloom. She knows that she has not been abandoned at all. All these things are not perfect as she thought. All of them are self scaring.

Maybe fate will make it, and fate will make it. No one knows how the situation will develop. Just like Wu Qingluo did not expect that Lin Minjia would appear at the door of his ward, but he was always timid and didn't have the courage to push the door.

The fallen leaves blown by the wind are not desolate, but artful, feeling without feeling. Probe from the gully next to the sewer, there is no communication between sparse, lively some quiet. The sun is shining on the road through the roof of a high-rise building, and there are faint waves of light in the fantasy. Wu Qingluo and Lin Minjia were wrong because they had many expectations from the beginning, starting from the sun on the seashore and setting from the nebula in the sky. The scattered wall, Wu Qingluo seems to hear the wall of the sad Ling. The gray color reflects the black prelude. The story of Wu Qingluo and Lin Minjia is over. Diluted handwriting, stroke by stroke, does not represent anything. Once proud of the past. How the tacit understanding of Xiangwan is so long lost. Is it that the compass deliberately deviates from the positions of Wu Qingluo and Lin Minjia. Wu Qingluo saw that the branches of the tree were broken, and there would be no more sunlight. The green moss under the tree is wet like tears. Naughty inferior, say goodbye to euphemism. Listen to you tap the melody on the table and see Lin Minjia's outline in the rhythm. Looking at Lin Minjia's eyes bitterly, he could not conquer his tolerance. In front of the noisy station sign, I suddenly feel that there are many differences. Disordered steps, random footprints. In fact, the story is not conceived. Bit by bit is lighter than nothingness. It's like a groove on a scale. One lonely and bored to play romantic, but can not find the bright spot to describe, never seen a meteor.