Boiled water

When the hour hand pointed to 02:30 in the morning, the music player was still sleepless.He carefully recalled the past with Jiang Zhao, except for some family quarrels and various quarrels, he really looked like an ordinary couple with daily necessities.In fact, if you can really live like this for a lifetime, it's not bad. When you look back at the last moment of your life, you should be happy too.However, it seems a bit extravagant to talk about a lifetime these days. It is unknown whether the two of them will be able to get over this hurdle. Jiang Zhao refuses to treat the symptoms. He said that no amount of comfort is just whitewashing. Already rotten, Qu Fang refuses to cure the root cause, the focus of his life is not feelings, the reality does not allow him to do things that jump out of the track even a little bit.There is no solution to such a contradiction.

In the dark, Qu Fang sighed deeply, raised his hand to look at his watch, it was already so late, and Jiang Zhao was still socializing.Who are you entertaining?How to socialize?Still, the entertainment was over, but he didn't want to go home.

On the street in the dead of night, Jiang Zhao staggered forward with a suit jacket in his hand. He really didn't want to go home.I don't want to hear Qu Fang say "back to the past".He knew that Qu Fang was sincere, and it was because of this that he was in more pain. The future between them, even the sincerity, could not be saved, so what to do... There was no slap in the face, no one to give the check Threatening and luring him, everyone just used facts to express their alienation from him, telling him how redundant he was in Qu Fang's life.I thought that after a long time together, I would become a close companion, but who would have thought that it would become a cumbersome tumor.

If you leave now, you will be covered with bruises, and it will take another eight years to heal. At that time, the two passed by, and it was a long time since they said it. Heartbreaking pain, they hugged each other again to keep warm. In the long river of time, love faded away.Making this kind of decision is tantamount to choosing a way to die for oneself, Jiang Zhao can't do it.He decided to hold his head and cry for a while, and then go home after crying, and let things take their course afterward.

When the love is strong, people say that plain love is the most real. When the sea is too difficult for water and the days of fading out of birds are not as good as tasteless, the wasted youth is like an analgesic, making separation easier.