the city I love

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Wen Le thought, he had been away from that city for a long time, and when he occasionally heard news about that person, he would stop and feel heartbroken, but he would never want to look back.What he wanted was for Fu Qiuli to tell him in a fair manner, Wen Le, I like you.He didn't do it, and he didn't want to do it, so Wen Le no longer expected it.

Zhang Zhihuai didn’t come back for a while, Zhang Chu was a little worried, so Wen Le went out to help find where the man had gone.

In fact, it’s not that far away, I just passed the corner of a staircase in a few wards, the man sat on the stairs, buried his face in his arms, and wept one after another, even through the heavy door, Can feel the heart-piercing pain.

In the face of life and death, everyone is as small as an ant. No matter how much you pray, God will not hear you.

He stood behind the door, listening to the man's painful cries, he didn't move forward, no one was willing to push that door open.

Zhang Chu stood beside him, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, his voice was deep silence and dim

"I love him so much, but even if I die, he who erected the monument is just an uncle, not a lover"

"I was wrong, I was punishing myself, and I was actually punishing him too." Clearly knowing how much Zhang Zhihuai missed him, wishing that he would come back often, clearly hearing the man's disappointed tone when he said he couldn't go back, Still ruthless.

He is punishing the man, blaming him for not being able to see his own heart, blaming him for marrying someone else, so seeing him disappointed, he will also feel a faint pleasure in his heart, which makes him more painful, obviously so in love Why does the person you love let him down, why does the person you love so much make him sad.Obviously, he loves him so much...

Some people break up after the vigorous love, just like he did to Fu Qiuli, and some people just can't get what they want.Which is more painful?The person who loves more is more painful...

When he heard the news of Zhang Chu’s death, he was eating in a small restaurant. It was raining heavily outside and there was a faint thunder.The dark sky enveloped everything, and the sound of huge raindrops hitting the ground drowned out the noise.

The person on the other end of the phone had a hoarse throat and coughed lowly from time to time.

"Mr. Wen...Hi, Zhang Chu...gone this morning." It was strange that he could feel the man trembling, as if he was trying to suppress himself, but he still accidentally let out a hint of crying .

Suddenly he lost any appetite, and the greasy bowls and chopsticks even made him a little nauseous. He faced the death of a friend again.