the city I love

He found that they were smoking the same kind of cigarettes, Marlboro, which cost more than ten yuan, and it didn't cost any money.

"I saw you on the top floor many times," Zhang Chuxian said, "I finally came first this time."

Wen Le didn't speak, but took a deep breath.

"Later, I was very curious to know what kind of person you are, and I also felt that you were probably lonely." He said, and then apologized to him: "I'm sorry for speculating about you for no reason."

Wen Le said: "It doesn't matter." He really doesn't care about these things. When he first arrived in this company, he also received a lot of speculation. Some said he was parachuted from above, and some said he returned from studying abroad. various.

"I used to want to bury some things in my heart, and no one would know. When I die, no one will know." He tilted his head and said that there were small lines at the corners of his eyes. I was very tired, but in the end, it was actually them that supported my life."

He rubbed the cover of the book, and said softly: "Later, I changed my mind. I really want someone to know my love for him. When I die, at least someone will know that I really love him."

"Why are you looking for me"

Zhang Chu laughed, with some compassion, "Probably, we are the same person"

Smile when you hear music, happy people will find happy people, sad people will find sad people at a glance.And they are the same kind of people, the most ordinary group of people among all living beings.

"He gave it to you"

Wen Le pointed to the book

Talk like friends with hardly any polite words.Only people who have lived through the years understand that it is just that I saw my past story in you.

"Yeah, Tagore, he gave me a meeting gift." His fingers lightly touched the words, as if every word was unrestrained love.