Love You More Than I Can

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The breath of time is swallowed in the blood, and the temper of sturdy and sturdy temper is getting more and more violent. Many times, he finds that he has an uncontrollable urge to turn Jincheng into the sky.

The name "Yu Lan" is in his mind day and night, no matter how he sleeps, it does not help.

He will definitely not go where the blues have been.

In the past, I went back to the family every week and I was in the blue. They would live in the suite on the third floor. There was a blue smell. He couldn’t wait for it, and he was restless. It was all her shadow.

Sheng and his foot slammed into the "Blue Forest Court."

Lanlin Court is a house placed in the blue mother's ashes.

The servant of Shoulan Linyuan is still harmonious. He doesn't seem to know about the departure of Lan. He said that the lady is too busy. I will come back later and ask them when they plan to have children.

Sheng and Yan did not want to mention "children", the two words became taboos in his heart.

A few words went upstairs to the festival hall.

Sheng and Yan are seeing the letter box on the fragrant table. They are all letters handwritten to her mother in blue.

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mom:

Today, their school basketball team played again, won the championship, I know that he is there, will win, he is great, like him, he is my male god.

He is my dream, my mother must bless me to realize my dream!

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mom:

Last month, the earthquake in the province of C, when I took him out of the ruins by hand, my heart hurt, so I am afraid that he will die. But when I woke up, it turned out to be saving him. Maybe after I was stunned by the slate, I really saved him.

I don't care. He doesn't love me. The person who saved him is not me. What is the relationship?

Anyway, after he and Yu Yi together, I dare not appear in front of them, the feeling of inferiority, hey, really bitter...

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mom:

You used to say that I am well matched with his name, blue and blue. You said that the "Sheng" of Shengshi is worthy of me.

He really deserves me, more than enough.

I didn't deserve him, and I married him. I gave up the inheritance right of the family and gave it to Yuyi. I didn't have a dowry. I was ridiculed at my husband's house and couldn't lift my head.

But I love him, the road I choose, I have to keep my head down and love...

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mom:

I was sick yesterday, had a fever of 42 degrees and called him. He said that he was very busy to let me solve it myself.

When I heard a blind voice on the phone, I cried.

I am proud of everyone, but I am inferior to him alone. I dare not say that I am born.

I am sick, I am afraid that he will say that I am wrong, look down on me...

That feeling is helpless, so cool...

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mom:

Yesterday, he drank the wine and spit it. He didn't want to take care of him. Who told him to come to me last month.

But later, I still pack him, change clothes, feed honey water, help him wipe the body with a hot towel, I am afraid that he is sick, I will feel bad.

Who told me that I couldn’t keep my heart, I had to swear to like him, obviously he never let me in my eyes, I asked for it, I deserved it, I deserved it...

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mom:

really miss you.

You are not there, I don't have the kind of loneliness that I can snuggle, so lonely, and helpless.

Maybe one day, I am dead on the road, probably no one has collected the body for me, and no one is sad for me...

Mom, you are not here, I am a lonely person...

I want to go to you, at least, people all over the world don't love me, you love me...

......

Sheng and Yan looked at all the letters, and the body suddenly turned into a piece of paper, and he could shake it with a breath. Breathing and fingers are shaking. In the panic, I want to put the letter paper in the envelope, but I drop it on the floor. He picks up and can't hold it.

I knew that after reading these things, I would feel bad and I would not look at it.

All the repressed emotions of his year finally found an exit, and he missed her too much.

For more than ten years, he used to her embarrassment, used to her entanglement, used to her aggressive, more accustomed to her love.

Now, no, no...

It turns out that heartache is the feeling that every weak hair will turn into a steel needle, and it will be densely covered with pores throughout the body.

Yu Lan’s name is like a pen handwriting written on his chest, he is too lazy to pay attention.

The longer and deeper the color, the more I realized that I had grown into a tattoo, and I didn’t feel itchy. I used to use it, but now I was smashed with a knife and a belt of meat.

When he looked down at the trace, he couldn't find it anymore. He only saw blood and pain, and he didn't dare to look at himself...