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Chapter 297 Love Song Half Que ([-])
After some things have started, it is not so simple to stop.

Even if you read the diary set by Lu Jinnian that only you see.

Even if she was already sad as if her heart was about to break.

But her curiosity still prevailed over her emotions, she really wanted to know who Xiao Wu Lu Jinnian was talking about.But he couldn't ask Lu Jinnian, because he was planning to hide it from himself.

Bored, he continued to flip through Lu Jinnian's notepad.

Why do I always do things that I regret?Pu Anhao stopped stiffly while holding the mouse.

Even more shocking than before.For some reason, I clicked on the mailbox on the panel, and then I saw that the note was an email from Xiao Wu's person.

……

Turning around is an inevitable posture for everyone. In fact, I can't turn around and leave. There are always things to be nostalgic for.It's just that no one will stare at Ashes and be the one who mourns loneliness.

Standing in the gap between March and April, I could smell the fragrance of hundreds of flowers and the faint smell of sunshine, everything is so beautiful.

Spring, what a wonderful name!Like the natural and elegant guqin in heaven releasing joyful notes, like the playful whispers of birds among the white clouds in a sunny day.

My spring was so sweet, because all my friends from far away came back, which made me no longer feel lonely, and when I was helpless, I didn't have to cry alone.My world has become more colorful because of this.

The Liulan in spring is coquettish with ultimate brilliance.The magic Plato divination for the next myth, my memory scattered along the way, full of bright flowers.

I'm not very obsessed with summer, the scorching sun scorches every inch of the earth's skin, making people ache, but this summer, the sun is very soft, which is very suitable for travel.However, I just thought so and didn't practice it. I was afraid that traveling would turn into vagabondness, and I would become a vagabond, which is not something a good boy can do.

You said that the noise in summer is really boring, the feet are so intoxicating and wet, we walk along a lonely long street, go left, go right, go forward, go forward, that is a memory Unpredictable summer.

I still remember the lush camphor and tree shadows on the tree-lined road, and the messy and random hair.

I still remember the flexible bow under the blue sky and your pure white snow skirt.

But I can no longer remember where those prosperous creatures and those shining years staggered, which white horses, and which gaps, they were wasted into a thick fog of confusing trajectories.

All of them rushed to a grand death that summer.

My autumn is destined to be very far away from me.Like a kite with a broken string, it once struggled to escape, but disappeared without a trace.

The sky leaves no trace, the birds have already flown by.

No one knows how thick the morning and dusk reflecting black and white are.

No one knows how many ups and downs epitaphs have been cast down during the four seasons of land migration.

No one knows how many tears the angel shed when Furong disappeared.

In front of us is the bright golden autumn night scene, the flashing Orion constellation and neon lights, and the stars above our heads. We are arguing whether the bright spot somewhere is a star or an airplane.Turns out I was wrong.I miss that scene so much.

Suddenly, Xiqiu can only be missed in vain.

In fact, it was just a normal correspondence.very ordinary.

Just like she and Lu Jinnian often did this a long time ago.Maybe it was because of this that Pu Anhao couldn't bear it even more.

(End of this chapter)