The Third Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Ninth Chapters Are Full of Apricot Blossoms in the Spring, and the Youth on the Street Is Full of Romance [End]

Her eyes are clear and clear, revealing a bit of coldness, always inaccessible and arrogant, as if she exists in another world.

Out of tune with the surrounding pedestrians.

She walked aimlessly along the street, towards a never-ending end.

Those ink-stained eyes were cold for time.

The swaying wind whirled,

The branches and leaves of the apricot blossoms are lush, blowing with the wind, as if the first snow has fallen.

Just like that snowy night.

Dianbai stood with an umbrella, slightly silent.

In the spring rain in April, I will never be able to wait for the answer. No matter how many seasons there are in reincarnation, the rebellious and cruel boy who passed by her on this street at first will never come back.

No matter how many times she walked this street, she would never wait until she was once a teenager.

The girl was alone, holding an umbrella.

The rest of my life is long, and I am happy to be alone.

I spent my whole life waiting for someone who didn't return.

After many years, you have no time to return.

Falling into the sun; sinking in the moonlight in the cold courtyard like water; standing quietly and silently in the spring rain of apricot flowers; just to remember my life, to read one person, to think deeply, and to have a deep obsession.

Seeing the apricot blossoms all over the sky, but unable to hide the sadness and fleeting years, it fell like a poem and rain, and the obsession of reincarnation has been exhausted, and the nostalgia of Acacia is woven into the bones.

She walked through that long street alone, the wind lifted a hem of her clothes, the sun jumped on her shoulders, and an apricot flower fell, but it never warmed her.

from now on,

No one else would take her home when she was drunk.

In fact, she didn't forget it.

She remembered it very clearly.

Can't stand it, can't escape, that boy.

after all,

This feeling can be reminisced, but it was already lost at the time.

That night,

She listened to his heartbeat and read his name.

The moon was half hidden and half now among the clouds, and the stars scattered light and shadow all over the place.

Their shadows overlapped.

On the shoulders of the young man, he can bear the clear breeze and the bright moon and the vastness of the world, and the girl on his back walks home in the moonlight.

He embraced the moon and embraced his world.

"Jiang Yuyan..."

"Um.

"

"Jiang Yuyan..."

"I am here."

"Jiang Yuyan..."

"I am here."

later?

Then it was no longer there.

For the rest of my life, a person's lovesickness is deep into the bones, like drinking ice in a cold night, like falling into an ice cave, but still rejoicing, this heart is hard to cool.

Who is the ethereal shadow that keeps receding in the dream?

Another young man who lingers in front of whose eyes day and night, dreaming and dreaming?

In April of the next year, it will still be the rain of apricot flowers that soaks the clothes, and the willow wind that is not cold on the face.

Over the years, there are no more surprises in the world.

When I first saw it, the drizzle continued, the branches and leaves swayed, and flowers fell on the ground. But I don't know, after blooming, it will bloom to full bloom, life and death will rise and fall, and life will be sparse.

Her boy, that heartbeat, the heartbeat that never stops.

It landed on the remnant flower and shattered.

Apricot Blossom, who knows.

Remember back then,

Spring apricot blossoms are blowing all over the head, who is the young man on Mo?

The spring water is just born, the spring forest is beginning to flourish, and the spring breeze is not as good as him.

later,

I don't know where the face is going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.

Those unforgettable memories will never be forgotten, and the memories of a lifetime are played back one by one, like the beginning of a movie and the ending of a movie.

As if back to the beginning, in April of that year, the spring rain of apricot blossoms, on the pattered road, a glimpse of the young man's silhouette was the joy of the rest of her life.

The joys and sorrows of a lifetime begin from here, the gears of fate are spinning, the fate is entangled, love and hate are like songs and tears, the time is amazing, and the years are gentle...

The picture freezes on the girl holding an umbrella, looking forward with picturesque eyes.

And the young man in the distance stopped and looked back, his eyes were like stars.