5/29-5/30
The past two days, I stay in Urumqi, live chat depends on some days. Subsequently, however, I realized that this is actually very important to me two days.
Because my department where he was sent the wrong goods in Xi'an, so that he could not until I went to Xinjiang, he was off the end of the work at hand.
5 / 29, he booked a day return ticket and flew to another city.
I am not interested, and others go out to play, a person stay at home. I used to look like this is not always liked to make new friends, a group of people quarrels, through the streets. Now, I seem to get a lot, despite the past, I always say that they will never be kept for whom change. Knows love more deeply, the easier it feel any pain, but it is still unable to change anything, then also have to accept it, regardless of the outcome may be, I hope I can readily accept.
I do not know boys are not the same, a person living in the outside, it will play a lot of the plot with no time cleaning things.
Long such a big, first wash so many things. Mom had it been allowed to see, maybe she's mad, hehe ~ wash for a long time, then the big pile, I really do not know if he is not never wash their clothes, and hey, my God, I do not want to be what is cooking Laundry po.
Good boredom, a person, the time tick past, but it always seems too endless, slow, slow-grown people feel bored. A person in the house dangling, open a bright lamp, off a light, calm mind to write no less than what is always not help but Xiangnian Qi him to come.
Perhaps, then, that I truly feel his feelings, a person in a foreign land no one to accompany lonely. Bored of the need to now speak for themselves, to hear their own voice sounded in the empty room, actually, as is subject to a shock-like heart Yi Chan. From small to large, love and care has been growing up, I wonder if the original can not be released there is so much sentimental. There are too pamper wayward character, do not know how to understand, but will be asking for more. However, a person who is exiled when no one loves the world, he realized that he nothing surrounded by people who do not love you and will not accommodate you.
Suddenly gently come to love this man, thinking he was willing to alone a reason for people to this city, thinking his efforts, thinking he saw a smile looked at me innocently, thought of himself innocently, with a smile , happiness overflow.
Time gone well with slow, all day without food actually did not feel hungry. Bound in a league on the sofa where he is back and listen to the aisle where there are no footsteps. A sudden knock on the door sounded, but could not wear shoes, go barefoot open the door, held fast to this person, her head buried in his arms, like a wronged by the child in that moment, I am want to cry, but is afraid that he laugh at my weakness. He said he went straight to the hospital from the airport to solve the problem once again time for 34 hours after the flight back, for fear I should wait. I have always been afraid snag aside cocoon-like pain, rather wound, and Kugan the tears, and then be able to recover. However, the heart was filled with pain and tenderness, such as the snag as the spread.
Do not know what the reason, the evening meal when the stomach pains started, but also a bit cold. He was anxious to death, ran ahead or behind several pharmacies to buy medicine. It does not seem to be eating bear fruit, it still felt pain.
Drowsy and fell asleep, he has been in the side. Night woke up opened his eyes, saw him between trance anxious face, touch my forehead to see if I was not a fever. From small to large are sick, it was perhaps only a grandmother and mother had me so nervous, it was to take care of, always feel that felt very at ease. If one day I will marry him, and this must be a very important one reason.
Yeliangrushui, moonlight throwing in, as if this evening, but tonight did not starlight, and no feeling like that bar that night.
Was feeling overwhelmed, who used to stay up late, do not know whether all the talk in the dark depends on where some of the loneliness? ,
(Unfinished to be Syria)
Author: raincen
