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Chapter 60 Innocence, like magnolia flowers

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    Pure love should be like a magnolia flower, delicate but unpretentious, striving to be the first flower after spring, but silently, without showing off its fragrance.

    Pure love should be like a hibiscus flower, born on plain branches and hidden in the dark green color. Once it blooms, it will be the fully stretched body, which seems to embrace the whole early summer.

    When I saw the school gate, I suddenly thought, these days the head teacher hasn't checked the morning exercises, it's better not to check today.  As soon as he stepped into the campus, the bell rang, and the rumble of reading in several buildings stopped abruptly.

    On this day, the eyelids were loose, I think it was probably swollen.  I turned my head and looked out of the window. A small hill was lying quietly in an uneasy place. Are they sleeping every day?  A long-term lying position is a long sleep and never wakes up. In fact, they are happy, happier than people.

    Spring is much deeper, and the hills are covered with a layer of tender green, which is particularly prominent on the dark green.  If the small hills are big green cauliflowers, then they are light green "buds" that open on dark green.

    At night, when I was tormented by the calls from the next door, I felt that life was boring. Could it be that the relationship between men and women that I have been unable to solve for a long time is just this shitty thing?  This kind of love is not cute, it is ridiculous.

    ? True love should be as pure as snow, as long as there is emotional communication, live in each other's hearts, always miss each other, bear the hardships together, enjoy the joys together, and spend such an ordinary life hand in hand.

    True love should abandon the troubles of the world, leaving only the two hearts in a peaceful world, to roam freely enough for the spirit.

    There is no emotional entanglement and concern, only the crazy body pushing to the peak of fatigue again and again.  In addition to sleeping at night, it is the day of death, cleaning and washing, eating and drinking, just arguing and bickering, throwing bowls and pots, two young people, living like an old-fashioned couple, what's the point!

    I started to hate again, why Yan Nan didn't accept me.  What's wrong with me.

    I can take good care of her. When she is tired, I can give her comfort. When she is unhappy, I can give her a chance to lose her temper. When she is unhappy in her studies, I can give her encouragement.

    Talk to her, walk with her, eat with her But, she doesn't understand me at all. Ever since I confessed my love, when she saw me, her eyes seemed to have two knives in her eyes.  ground, coldly.  I have only despair, I can only have despair.

    The endless monotonous repetition of accumulated nights.

    If you love someone, you must dare to face up to loneliness, and even more so, you must dare to have a clear conscience.

    Even if that person doesn't know my heart?

    It tortured me over and over again.  Yan Nan, Yan Nan, do you know my heart for you?  I really like you, really, and if I could, right now, take your arms, I'd shake you, shake, wake you up.  Tell you how much I love you.

    "I love you, do you know? I don't ask for too much, I just ask for sympathy. I like you so much, I can die for you."

    The sound of the waves surges, the tide surges, no matter it is a moonlit night or a deep night, the calls from the next door will always sound at a few specific time periods, and the calls are reckless, without taking into account my existence at all.  take into account?  Who cares about me?  Even Yan Nan is so cruel to me, who would take me seriously.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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