6 / 8, or to leave the airport finally, the heart empty yo and did not dare to cry out, did not know the final in his eyes to see what my face looks like, and certainly it is difficult Kan Ba smile. He was almost as bad, black and with a face. Start Fortunately, too, when security seems to think the heart should be drawn with the body left, parting emotions, overwhelming, suffocating. I go home, ah, at home with her mother prepared meals, there is a nagging grandmother, my father was right although the fierce mouth, but it is still the same give me the morning to buy breakfast, at home all love me, and I love all the people, I should feel happy ah, but why, Why do you feel sad, so sad? Feet to move forward, hearts want to leave?
He looked at me after a security check, and then turned and hurriedly fled the airport, he also Kuba? I looked at the back of him and disappeared, and I cry, I will not cry, but, why, tears or will it fall? Lie on the windows before, looking at him to get into a taxi, there is no strength, and no strength, I can not think of anything, for fear his heart and hard, can not afford to turn away. I still love this person, love to do anything for him. Love to the waiting hall, in front of so many people face, nothing to take into account the ground crying, crying that there is no effort Zaiku.
Back to my city, back to my life breath. Days if there is not blue, the air, where there is no transparency, but this is all I am familiar with, familiar to the body's pores are able to breathe smoothly.
Set foot on land in the city of my life, there is no kick Takong feeling, as if a lot of emotions Ye Hao, Grandma has long been waiting for me in the alley mouth, and I have always been her favorite little granddaughter. Mama cook rice seems much better than before, tastes fragrant, Dad said I was black Yi Diesheng. At least, I was happy, always caring with, always be loved. Think of him, and opened the door, rushing toward us have my breath when that someone is about to how to do?
Postscript
A few days ago Gardenia opened downstairs every morning to go out in the evening when the home will smell. Last night it rained, flowers vaguely drifted upstairs came, never too sweet, and the memory of the moment there are so sweet and it, I wish I love people can smell.
Remember a certain period of one day at the beach. In the moonlight filled the inside, written on the beach, I love the person's name, said he asked the sea is good. Sea has only sunk. But you can not remember the day watching submerged his name, say goodbye to him in their hearts when the decisive and feelings. I had thought I will never go to fall in love with someone for him to cry for his laugh, his broken heart a sweet.
However, I am still in love, in pain, in order to a person cry, in order to a person's smile. Still love was so deep, even deeper and more painful. I am as good as, and as cured, and he cured my heart. However, I am still not sure whether I am cured of his heart. Is always some hesitation, he gave other people's love, but I have not been. Perhaps Love is one such bar, outsiders can not see and can not understand. The good thing you say, other people, or know your pain, but you never know how the pain. Is one such bar, two people, slowly polished, mutual compromise, and then we can go down. The more you get, there must be give up more. After growing up and maturing, is not it would have been like this for?
But I do not understand, they still feel pain bar. Perhaps I Nazhi blue Xiaoci Wei, and always do not know how to stab him in blue and black, he had been widowed Huan yo?
Author: raincen
