Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Prose -> City of Dark Flowers

Chapter Seventeen Missing

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    After eating, he entered the room, locked the door, turned on the computer, curled himself up in the chair, put a cigarette to his mouth, and quietly looked at the blue computer screen in a daze.

    Until the sound of QQ beating woke me up.  Clicking on QQ, it turned out to be a message from Brother Luo, he asked me how the preparations for the serial theme were going?  I got back to him and everything went fine.

    Open cqlife's bbs, start working, and check the latest posts and replies.  Among the many posts, a seventh new one caught me, titled: My girlfriend committed suicide.

    Click to open it, the post is a member named Melancholic Boy, he said that he loves his current girlfriend very much, and before her, he had a girlfriend who was very good to him.  After the breakup, he also kept in close contact. His current girlfriend knew about it and always made a fuss, asking him to cut off all contact with his ex-girlfriend. After he refused her unreasonable request, she committed suicide and is now in the hospital  rescue.  He knows that he loves her, but his ex-girlfriend has paid a lot for him, and he feels that he owes her, so he can't be so desperate to stop contacting her.  He said that he is at a loss now and doesn't know what to do.

    Intuition tells me that this melancholy boy is related to Mi Huan, try to leave him a message and say, is this the reason why you left suddenly today?  He kept refreshing, but he never replied to my message.

    Looking at the moon outside the window, the moonlight makes everything cooler than ice.  I lit the cigarette in my hand, turned on the QQ music, and played Jolin's "Remembrance".  Such a night is very suitable for missing, missing a person, and missing a relationship.  In the small room, it was as quiet as if I was the only one in the world, except for the music.  The smoke gradually dissipated, and the past, yesterday, was like a dream.  That old wound has not been mentioned or remembered for a long time, but it has always controlled my fear of love.  Want, but can not accept love.

    Love, for me, is just a hurtful relationship without expecting results.  Huddled in the chair, imagining the taste of the embrace, tears falling like threads.  In a game of love, I lost the courage to love for a lifetime.

    Before I knew it, it was almost eleven o'clock, and my phone rang, and it was Mi Huan.  She said she saw my message and wanted to drink, and asked if I was free.  I didn't think about it, I wiped away my tears, carried my bag and was about to go out, and bumped into Ken.  Any looked at my shoes and asked me where I was going so late.  I said something happened.  When the door was closing, Ken's voice came from behind, asking me why I shouldn't have knocked on the door just now.

    There was no answer, I couldn't hear anything, and was blown away in the wind.  I am in my own world, playing with the autism of love, Ren Ye has armed my soul deeper, not to be seen through by others, I would rather others not understand.

    (Women like to miss the previous love. When the new love does not come, when the new love lingers outside the door, they use nostalgia to remind the existence of love, and at the same time remind the deep-seated hurt, and the courage is shortened.) (Record  Website website: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report