Chapter 429

She sat quietly in front of the dressing table.

The clock on the opposite wall in the mirror pointed to twenty-two sharp.

In the mobile phone, the dialog box with Mo Jingyao opened for the nth time without a message.

He didn't go home, and he didn't leave any messages.

perfume.

Delicate make-up.

Sexy underwear.

All of it, all of it.

Yu se put out the light, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and let himself go to sleep.

She must go to bed now, or else she will be broken down by such and such wild thoughts.

Mo Jingyao will not come back until she comes back. She can sleep soundly and eat well.

She has her own little way.

As long as you want to sleep, there is a way.

It's a mental method.

However, it seems to be sleeping, but in fact, it is not sleep at all.

Color dreams.

I dream that Mo Jingyao has gone home.

He opened the quilt and saw her wearing delicate makeup and two small pieces of sexy underwear.

Then, all of a sudden, nosebleed.

And then, it's all over the place.

It's just, there's no more.

The metaphor wakes up.

Wake up before dawn.

It was also the darkest moment of the night.

Not waiting to open his eyes, subconsciously reached out to his side, empty, Mo Jingyao did not return all night.

She turned over and told herself to go back to sleep, only to find that the pillow was already wet.

She did, after all.

Very concerned, very concerned.

And this time, no matter how she hypnotized herself to sleep, she couldn't sleep again.

Very sober metaphor took out the phone, fingerprint open lock screen.

On the screen, she opened a dialog with Mo Jingyao before she fell asleep.

A blank.

The metaphor turned over and began to brush up the phone.

Forum on their own yesterday's post under a lot of follow-up, but, she no longer intentional attention, point on the delete key, delete directly.

I deleted my post and was about to quit the forum. I suddenly found the last post I wanted to see.

Mo Jingyao, Mei Yuqiu, golden boy and jade girl will be engaged soon. Please look forward to the time and place.

The sender is naturally the official account number of Mohist group.

The metaphor only feels that the heart is stagnant, and then the whole person is not good.

There's something in the throat, like breathing more and more stagnant.

I don't know how long she looked, she just ordered the fork in the upper right corner and quit the post.

He's getting engaged.

Compared with the previous ones, this time is totally different.

This time it was released by the official account number of the Mohist group.

That means everything.

It's still dark outside.

The light is still there in the distance and near.

Also dyed the night into a magic color.

Yu se got up and tore off her sexy underwear. She took a few scissors and cut it into pieces.

Then he took out other pieces, one by one, and cut them into pieces.

When you drop it in the bag, you'll stay downstairs.

Into the bathroom, or shower.

Only this time, it is to wash off her own makeup.

When Su Yan left the apartment, she was wearing shirt jeans, washed white jeans. She had been wearing them for several years. In fact, she didn't feel uncomfortable.

Very good.

She dragged her suitcase and walked in the dark before dawn, walking alone on the crosswalk.

In the apartment behind her, all that Mo Jingyao gave her is neatly placed.

All the clothes, jewelry and shoes related to him were all right on the bed.

The bag with seven pieces of lingerie was thrown into the dustbin by her.

Yu se didn't know how long he had been walking. He only knew that it would be light when he walked.

Yes, no night is insurmountable, no day will come.

It's going to be a day.

She will grow up, too.

It's just that all growing up has to pay for it.

The metaphor left the suitcase.

Then a man boarded the coach.

Before leaving, she sent a text message to Mo Mingzhen, hoping to go out for relaxation. When she comes back, she will continue to practice in his clinic.

She likes the internship.

T City, she'll be back.

Just want to find a quiet place, lick their own heart war alone, just want to calm their disordered mood.Because now, she has no way to communicate with anyone face to face.

She was afraid to meet everyone familiar with her. She was afraid that she would shed tears when she opened her mouth.

Yes, Yao Mo really loves her.

Love, so deep.

But how did not think, will be in such a way, such a time, just really determined that he is in love with him.

Fortunately, she has not really confessed to him.

Then nothing counts. Nothing can be done.

She sent all the people who wanted to text.

Chen fan.

Mo Mingzhen.

Yang An'an.

Sumu River, Ganma.

Then she turned off the phone.

Just want to be quiet, nothing else.

Fortunately, she has not been particularly deep, so she can still be quietly separated from that deep depression.

Metaphor fell asleep.

Sleeping in the bus.

When you decide everything, you relax.

Buses and minibuses, in exchange for each other.

It was three days after we arrived at our destination.

Emotional.

Sky burial platform.

The red wooden house is solemn and solemn.

She came here to listen to the sound of chanting scriptures, and she wanted to follow the simple monks to turn the mountain, and then to turn the scripture barrel again and again.

Not for the next life, but for peace and prosperity in this life.

Yes, looking at the monks with cassock on the street, their hearts seem to be washed, pure and clean.

She went to the celestial burial platform, and for the first time, she revered life and death with the monks here.

For the first time, I found that the distance between life and death is so close, but it seems very far away.

Life is death.

Death is life.

With her hands together, she wanted to experience something to be free in the countless flying eagles.

Awake to sleep, are full of tears.

Waking and sleeping, all in the chanting.

For three days and three nights, metaphor was in the red world and turned my heart into a wash.

Different from the bus and minibus, because she is going back to T city soon, she no longer has to worry about being found by anyone. Therefore, she chooses a direct flight.

In this way, even if it is found that she got on the plane, when she gets off the plane, she has already returned to T city.

Or, whether she is alive or dead, whether she is or not, has been ignored.

This world, originally is more than her a little, less her a lot.

The plane landed.

The metaphor turns on the phone.

Six days and six nights is like a day of isolation. When she flows, she has only one feeling. In fact, as long as she lives, the sky will never fall down.

"Little color..." Just had not yet walked out of the arrival hall exit, heard a familiar light call.