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Chapter 50 Turn around leisurely

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    Seeing the emaciated Mo Ran, besides persuading her to live a good life, she will meet better ones in the future.  I still have a word I want to give her, hold her hand, feel sorry for her wound, not on the wrist, but in my heart.  I said, "Mo Yan, if you meet a man who says he loves you in the future, remember to ask him two questions. First, what qualifications does he have to love you? Second, what does he use to love you?"

    Mo Yan looked at me, smiled half-understood, and said: "A lot of times, I think about what kind of life I want, and why my choices are based on the darkest border.  Broken, it hurts completely. Self-abuse, like my tattoo, hidden in my chest, reminding myself that ordinary happiness has no heat or temperature for me. I have been taking risks with my life. The cut on my left wrist,  It grows like a thorn, it parasitizes my body, every period of growth should continue well, for it, I will live well.¡±

    I am really happy that she can survive. No matter how she lives in the future, at least she has life to be able to be happy.  I know this growing up is very painful for her, very thorough, maybe she will lose interest in love like me who lost love before.  But I believe that she, like me, will understand after the storm that happiness is that we have to believe in every possibility.  Just like I believe that ken will bring me happiness.

    In the middle of the night, I left Mo Ran's house, sat on the street with neon lights, smoking a cigarette.  I want to ken, I used to have the same fear as Mo Ran now, afraid of being hurt, afraid of being a scam.  Looking at it from another perspective, if what we want is not so true, we will be in line with what others have said: only fools will get happiness.  But we are all smart. Smart women often want to expose layers of falsehoods while longing for true love.  As Mo Ran said, we are all self-torturing, torturing ourselves.

    After returning home, tell Big Brother Luo about Mo Ran's situation in detail, and ask him to tell others, so that at least those who care about him won't be so worried.  I believe that Mo Ran will grow up, every pain will grow up again, and the phoenix in fire will be more beautiful.

    When I woke up, it was morning again, and I didn't know what to do in the morning.  It's almost autumn, and the weather is getting a little cooler, but it's still sunny.  Looking at the phone, I received a text message from Mo Ran: Sensitive scars, exposed to the sun today, feel healed

    combine.  The beautiful sun, warmly sprinkled on the body, like the most charming perfume, makes people lazy.  In this way, very good, very good, a little quiet in a touch of sadness.  Autumn flowers bloom, in the grass, on the trees.  Not expensive, but blooming, like my life.  Working hard to survive, looking for a natural transition, flowers bloom and fall.

    Women are like this, there is no time problem, once you figure it out, everything is new.  No matter how painful the blow is, there is a possibility of rebirth, and giving up is only a temporary possibility.  There are losses and gains. Everyone may lose the good ones, but God is fair and will give you better ones. It is only a matter of priority, and nothing else is a problem.  It's like drinking water, it's never possible to jump over a level and drink to the next level first.  This is how life is, no one can jump on the lifeline.

    In October 2007, a "death blog" appeared on the Internet. Jiang Yan, a woman trapped in love, left desperate words in her blog. The same words rushed to people's eyes for the next two months. On December 29,  Finally unable to control the fragility in his heart, he committed suicide by jumping off the building.  The difference is that she never woke up after committing suicide, and life became the most fragile symbol of that period.

    Time will pass, and sometimes when we scold ourselves for living a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs, another day passes.  Every day seems to be very busy, and I don't know what I am busy with.  At a loss, I feel that waiting for ken is the ultimate destination. I admit that no matter what kind of personality a woman will live for love at a certain stage, it's just that the methods are different.

    (There is no time limit for a woman's awakening. It may be a second, or a lifetime. When encountering a dead end, she can learn to turn around, and life is another kind of scenery.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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