Chapter 392

She always thought that the distance between her and jiangbeiyuan was like the distance between the stairs of more than 100 meters, across the ten thousand Zhang horizontal ditch, across the layers of barriers, out of reach. She could not catch up with her all her life.

The original.

Opportunity was always in front of her, he was always there, but she never turned around to see him.

In fact, the distance between them is just a short distance.

As long as she's willing to look back.

She finally understood why he went crazy that night and asked her to call him "brother".

She finally understood why he wanted to talk and stop when he met for the first time. His face was cold and gloomy, but he looked at her with such sad and painful eyes, every word and every word:

"because you look like my ex girlfriend."

She finally understood that he was drunk for the first time, and his thin lips fell to her ears, and how much bitterness and yearning he had borne.

She finally understood

All his good, over the past decade, he alone to bear the obscure time.

"My ex girlfriend is a bad learner and has a bad temper," he said

, he said as like as two peas.

"I miss you so much," he said

"Stay with me, never leave," he said

He said, "don't you really know who my ex girlfriend is?"

He said, "in your eyes, maybe I am very complex, but in terms of feelings, I like you, just like you, no one is more pure than my feelings."

Yes.

He likes her, just like her.

Ten years of affection, how could she let such an excellent man wait for her for ten years in silence?

Her heart was full of holes, and all the pain came together. She ran while crying, and finally ran to the first floor. All the people were looking at her, and could not care so much.

She suddenly remembered that one night in midsummer, jiangbeiyuan was sitting on the rattan chair on the balcony with her chin on the top of her hair, like a dependent child.

And she looked at the light overhead, a moth hitting the light bulb.

She pointed to the light and asked the man behind her, "why do moths like the light so much?"

"Stupid, it's a light chasing effect."

He sticks to her ear and explains in a puzzled way.

"The moth mistakenly thinks that the light is moonlight, and uses the fake moonlight to identify the direction, so that it can maintain a certain direction of flight until it finally dies exhausted."

"Ah?!"

She is a perceptual person. It's sad to hear that

"Let's turn off the light. It won't have to bump into the light. It can live."

"That's what it's after."

At that time, he said in a deep voice, with an indistinguishable look and a sort of obscure emotion.

"Moths, like people, have no meaning to live without pursuit."

"Do you have a pursuit, too?"

She was interested and asked, turning to him.

It has to be said that this guy was born with a unique good face. His facial features and lines are extremely skillful. His handsome outline is hidden in the vast light and shadow, half of which is bright and half of which is dark.

The man in the black-and-white border, with a hoarse voice, "um", lowered his head and continued to rub her hair.

"Now we have it."

Already got it.

The words read and thought of the matter in his mind, but he could not make a sound.

It turns out that the old saying is right -

to meet you at the beginning of your life is like returning from an old man.

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