Chapter 234

It is said that looking back 500 times in the previous life can change one pass in this life. Dear Ouyang, how many times have we spent gazing in our previous life in order to exchange for a love affair in this life?

It is said that five hundred years is a time of reincarnation. How many five hundred years will it take to realize the long cherished wish that has not been fulfilled in previous lives?

How many five hundred years will it take for the love of the previous life and the love of this life to end? Is there more than endless reincarnation from generation to generation?

Who is the lover of my previous life, and who gave me the love of this life? Honey, is that you? I hope that person is you, dear you. It took me eight years to wait for you in this life, but you lost me in a moment.

Dear, in fact, I really don't want to renew the love of my previous life. I just want to stay with you forever in this life, but in how many midnight hours I am alone in this lonely time. But this time I decided to wait for you in another world. In that world, can you hold my hand, don't let go easily, and don't lose me again, okay?

Life is really too long. The road ahead is too far. I'm tired and have no strength to go on. I don't know if I can have enough courage to go through the time in that world together in another world? Maybe I can't become stronger, maybe I will still be as stupid as now. Will you still love me like this?

Honey, in fact, I don't want much. I just want to live our life with you. It doesn't have to be rich or beautiful. Just don't let my heart break, don't let me feel that love is a very tired and bitter thing. I just hope you can give me some warm encouragement when I'm depressed.

Sometimes I feel more and more greedy. At first, the woman who would feel very happy as long as she got a little response from you, but now she doesn't understand contentment more and more. Love makes me greedy. I want to occupy your body, your heart, your future, and even your memories. You must have hated me for a long time.

Dear, when you are in love, you say you will always love this playful and disobedient woman who only belongs to you. But my dear, I don't know whether you spoiled me or I spoiled you. In fact, I only want a little love from you. As long as I stand beside me quietly when my heart is hurt, and stretch out my hand to hug my body from behind!

I haven't thought clearly about your changes in the past three years. Now you close your heart and don't let me in, but let another woman live in your heart so recklessly. You and she ignore my feelings so much. You and she say the love words you said to me at the beginning, and sit in bed with her, something that only husband and wife can do. I've been wondering why the woman who made you decide to open up is not me, but someone else.

Too much uncertainty, let me always dare not take the step towards happiness. For a period of time, I felt that the whole person could not really be happy, so I chose to shut up and talk about this emotion. Thought that as long as this, love will slowly fade, and even the person who makes me love so much that I can't extricate myself will be forgotten after waking up from a dream. As everyone knows, such an idea is really bitter for yourself.

Always give you a promise, always be promised by you, then the smoke disappeared, and then simply chose silence. Did you think so before? But do you know that your silence and my silence suffocate our love. Don't you think it's a pity?

Every self comforting midnight, I ask myself that I must be crazy to love someone so much that I'm afraid of missing it. Ouyang, you should know that sometimes a turn is a lifetime, and there is no chance to recover.

My heart seems to be in a war, pulling each other. No matter what the result, the most painful person is himself, but he can only bear it silently. Maybe people will meet several times in their life. Can't move forward or back. This is a one-man war. But in the eyes of outsiders, it's just a little quieter than usual, and no one will notice it. However, this war is doomed to be single handed, and no one will give any form of support. It's like a drop of water against a whole desert.

In my eyes, you have always been a cynical and uninhibited man. You have experienced real harm and ups and downs, and have been involved in this real society. I admit that I am a person who has not suffered too much, but I will temper myself in a hard way for you. I think the rise of the fragrance factory will let you see a different me and make you change your mind and return to me, but

If we had left this seemingly prosperous city and went to a quiet, natural and plain town together. Build a small house of our own. In winter, we make tea and chat around a warm small stove to outline our happiness. Tomorrow is also very comfortable, isn't it?

I know you are a very insecure man. Compared with my conceit, we have too much personality difference. I remember more than once, I asked you with a little self mockery, how could I like you and fall in love with you. Why do others think you have nothing outstanding, but I regard you as a treasure? You never answered me. Is there a reason? Or you don't want to be loved by me at all?

Ouyang, in fact, there are too many better people than us in the world, but it's not easy to find people who can really fit each other, isn't it? In this society, too many things happen every day, full of too many temptations, too many intrigues, too many drunken fans, too many traps, too many dark sides, and sometimes even make people feel cold unconsciously. Perhaps the reason why there is morality between people is that there are chips restricting each other. But I know that no matter what conditions, you are the most precious and worthy of my love in my heart. Until now, I am still very unwilling.

Counting the little things we get along with is like the sudden sunshine after days of haze. I feel like a happy little beggar. If I could hold your hand, no matter where or when, I would feel running towards heaven.

I've never been a careful woman, and I never know what jealousy is, even in love. But I can't help you. Do you remember the sentence I said that you hurt me very much? In fact, I also think my idea is very strange. That's your memory. What does it have to do with me? But I just can't accept it calmly. I just can't get out of the tangle I entangled for myself.

I've heard a saying: everyone is an arc. Two people who can just make a circle are a pair.

I love you deeply, but I will give you freedom. I don't want to be separated from you until the day I die, but because I love you, you should be happy. If I can't give you happiness, I choose to leave.

I hope God still cares for me, a silly child who is persistent for love but afraid of injury. Don't lose me when you find me from another world, will you? Always hold my hand carefully, you know? You know, I am a path maniac without a sense of direction. If you lose me again, I will not find my way home.

What love is, a thousand people will have a thousand explanations. Love is an emotion. Love is more loving than love, and hate more than hate. Love is a kind of missing and unwilling to stop. Love is a power. You should also be found when you travel across the sea. Love is a belief. You will pray for each other with the most sincere heart. Love is constantly missing, even if you are not with me, I'll still miss you.

Honey, hold my hand this time and don't lose me again!

Xia Yuhan turned off the computer, went to the bedroom, picked up the fruit knife across ouyanghao's photo and cut it on his wrist