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Chapter 31 The end of the song is scattered

Chapter 31 The end of the song is scattered
Three in the morning.

Lin Feng was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling above, still not feeling sleepy at all. He had already drank a whole bottle of red wine, and his headache was splitting, but he still failed to anesthetize himself as he wished.

He got up, walked barefoot to the living room, and opened a drawer of the guest table.

It contained some sedatives and sleeping pills.

With his slender fingers, he took the small bottle containing sleeping pills, poured out a few pills, and swallowed them with warm water. Then Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the floor, rubbing his sore temples in pain.

Outside the window, the moon was shining brightly and the stars were sparse. The soft moonlight slanted in through the white gauze curtain and fell on the clean floor, reflecting faint white light, like a thin layer of snow, desolate and lonely.

Just like him now.

Another night like this, another miss like this.

He couldn't remember how many nights like this he had already survived.

That girl once swore that she would come back to him in a year, but he still couldn't wait for her figure until now. Would she know how she missed her?

Why not come back to him?
It wasn't a promise that if he waited in place, she would definitely come back, but he had waited for so long, but she still hadn't heard from her.

At this moment, Lin Feng felt like an abandoned fool, standing at a crowded intersection, unable to find his way.

I don't know how long I sat there with my eyes closed, but Lin Feng finally stood up, and instead of walking towards the bedroom, he came to the black piano in the corner of the living room.

The cold moonlight fell on the black and white keys, his slender fingers leaped over the keys, notes passed over his hand one by one, the sound of the piano was beautiful, but it was more like a sob.

I remember that in the third year of high school, the most frequently played song in the school studio was this song, Jay Chou's "The End of the World". That year, he also received the most love letters.

Presumably, graduation is approaching, and everyone seems to no longer have any scruples, as if a drowning person wants to grasp the last straw, wanting to grasp the ignorant and fearless youth that is about to pass away.

Those love letters, one by one, one by one, like the cherry blossoms of that year, are too numerous to count.

Almost every letter was dismissed by him after he read it, and he didn't even read it at the end. He hated those gorgeous and affectionate confessions, which seemed so hypocritical.

Finally, among the many colorful envelopes, he found a love letter that couldn't be simpler. There is no envelope, but when it is opened, there are beautiful and small characters.

The content is very simple, very short, only one sentence.

Eat well, sleep well, and feel great.

At the bottom, there is a simple pig's head with a runny nose and a bright smile on his face.

I remember he laughed at that time, he laughed happily, and he found the girl he liked.

Later, he met Yu Tiantian, the girl who gave him a love letter with only one sentence.

Yu Tiantian has always been a picky eater and doesn't like lunch in the cafeteria, so he specially learned how to cook for her. Even in the tense years at the end of the third year of high school, he didn't forget to bring her favorite bento every day at noon .

Feelings are like a melody, the melody will end, and people will disperse.

Before the college entrance examination was over, he got the news from Yu Tiantian that their family was going to move to the United States, and they might not come back in a short time, but let him wait for her, and when they settled down there, she would convince her family, come back to him.

He believed it, so he has been waiting and looking forward to it.

One year, two years, he waited for three years in a row.

One thousand and ninety-five days and nights, twenty-six thousand two hundred and eighty hours, every minute, every second, he didn't know how he survived.

(End of this chapter)

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