Chapter 3169
I looked intently, but I was stunned.
"It's sunny on the x day of x year. If you really love someone, you want to have all of them. Let go and wish him happiness? But how can there be such unselfish love in the world? "
Next, Dong Yu's handwriting is beautiful and powerful: "I owe you ten thousand words of sorry, and I owe you one more word of love."
My heart stopped.
Turn over a page again, end, still have his handwriting.
-- Xia Chun, are you safe in America? I try my best to find out your whereabouts and contact information, but even they don't know. Maybe they are concealing me intentionally. Miss you all the time.
-- the more profound memories are, the more pain there is.
-- pain is like the corner of a sunny world. The more dazzling the sun is, the deeper the shadow will be.
-- because it was too beautiful, so the pain is unforgettable.
……
Turn to the last page.
"Dong Yu, have you ever liked me, even a little?"
I love you, but I don't know how to love you?
……
I closed the diary, stood up suddenly, looked around, every corner of the room, I vaguely saw his figure.
Organize the figure of the bookcase for me.
Clean the room for me.
Sitting at the table, I carefully annotated the figure on the diary.
Fill all the memories into this room.
-- your favorite Harry Potter, I bought the whole set. You said you wanted to watch Harry Potter's movies the most, so when the movie came out, I bought two movie tickets, a bucket of popcorn. Imagine watching the movie with you. Imagine the dimple in the corner of your mouth when you laugh happily.
I caught ten dolls today. Before the technology is not home, can not catch your favorite doll, you always laugh at me. When Wanda Department store opened, I grabbed ten dolls in one breath and put them on your bed.
- Fanta soda is really not good to drink, but when you think of it, it's your favorite drink. Every time you see a bottle, you will be remembered.
……
-- little greedy cat, I bought a lot of snacks. When will you come back?
- snacks are going to expire!
-- the snack expired and was thrown away. However, I bought a lot of chips, your favorite Pinker chips. There are few places to sell this brand of potato chips now. America Really?
- I have a glass doll, which has been carefully protected and cared for. But one day, she accidentally broke. I pieced together everything sadly. I managed to scrape it together, but I lost it.
I went back to the station, desperately looking for you, but I couldn't find you. I lost my doll
-- Xia Chun, I miss you
- if I write 10000 sentences I miss you, will you hear my voice?
I opened the back of a stack of paper industry, the original blank diary, densely wrote "I miss you.".
Side by side, neat and neat, every word, every stroke, all work well, extremely devout, I seem to be able to describe in my mind the back image of him sitting on the desk, writing stroke by stroke.
Occasionally turn to a page, there are a little tear stains on it, it has already condensed and dried up.
I slowly stroked that line of writing with my belly. I wanted to close the diary, but my eyes were like demons, reluctant to leave.
Holding the diary, my eyes were sour.
In the years after going abroad, I hardly shed tears. People live, but their hearts are like dead. The waves are calm.
"It's sunny on the x day of x year. If you really love someone, you want to have all of them. Let go and wish him happiness? But how can there be such unselfish love in the world? "
Next, Dong Yu's handwriting is beautiful and powerful: "I owe you ten thousand words of sorry, and I owe you one more word of love."
My heart stopped.
Turn over a page again, end, still have his handwriting.
-- Xia Chun, are you safe in America? I try my best to find out your whereabouts and contact information, but even they don't know. Maybe they are concealing me intentionally. Miss you all the time.
-- the more profound memories are, the more pain there is.
-- pain is like the corner of a sunny world. The more dazzling the sun is, the deeper the shadow will be.
-- because it was too beautiful, so the pain is unforgettable.
……
Turn to the last page.
"Dong Yu, have you ever liked me, even a little?"
I love you, but I don't know how to love you?
……
I closed the diary, stood up suddenly, looked around, every corner of the room, I vaguely saw his figure.
Organize the figure of the bookcase for me.
Clean the room for me.
Sitting at the table, I carefully annotated the figure on the diary.
Fill all the memories into this room.
-- your favorite Harry Potter, I bought the whole set. You said you wanted to watch Harry Potter's movies the most, so when the movie came out, I bought two movie tickets, a bucket of popcorn. Imagine watching the movie with you. Imagine the dimple in the corner of your mouth when you laugh happily.
I caught ten dolls today. Before the technology is not home, can not catch your favorite doll, you always laugh at me. When Wanda Department store opened, I grabbed ten dolls in one breath and put them on your bed.
- Fanta soda is really not good to drink, but when you think of it, it's your favorite drink. Every time you see a bottle, you will be remembered.
……
-- little greedy cat, I bought a lot of snacks. When will you come back?
- snacks are going to expire!
-- the snack expired and was thrown away. However, I bought a lot of chips, your favorite Pinker chips. There are few places to sell this brand of potato chips now. America Really?
- I have a glass doll, which has been carefully protected and cared for. But one day, she accidentally broke. I pieced together everything sadly. I managed to scrape it together, but I lost it.
I went back to the station, desperately looking for you, but I couldn't find you. I lost my doll
-- Xia Chun, I miss you
- if I write 10000 sentences I miss you, will you hear my voice?
I opened the back of a stack of paper industry, the original blank diary, densely wrote "I miss you.".
Side by side, neat and neat, every word, every stroke, all work well, extremely devout, I seem to be able to describe in my mind the back image of him sitting on the desk, writing stroke by stroke.
Occasionally turn to a page, there are a little tear stains on it, it has already condensed and dried up.
I slowly stroked that line of writing with my belly. I wanted to close the diary, but my eyes were like demons, reluctant to leave.
Holding the diary, my eyes were sour.
In the years after going abroad, I hardly shed tears. People live, but their hearts are like dead. The waves are calm.