Missing has no end.

Finally, ta came back and lost a lot of weight, which made people feel distressed. Although I didn't make a special trip to see Xiaohe, it was enough to make Xiaohe jump for joy.

There's no ending here? No, Blackie is just fooling himself. God knows how Xiaohe spent the days of missing when ta was away.

The river went to see the budding wintersweet, trying to find the breath of spring in the coldest day. Wintersweet tree lowered her head, which made her feel bad about taking pictures. I'm not in the mood for anything. I wanted to sigh, but I cried.

It was also the coldest day 10 years ago. Because of the encounter, the bleak ruins in front of us were actually seen as spring with a hundred flowers blooming.

That winter was so warm, as if ta was the sun, melting the frozen heart of Xiaohei.

How did it become today? Xiaohei can't figure it out. I just don't want to help ta send text messages to lovers who broke up with ta. We have broken up. Why insist? Why is ta so stubborn?

You can ignore people for this ta? You can be upset about it, but you can't let it go?

Ta never thought that another person would be sad, and he loved Ta, only for love, regardless of the result. Xiaohei is wronged for himself, full of grievances and nowhere to tell.

Sunny days have also turned into haze, and the cold wind of December is blowing. Although wearing a thick down jacket, Xiaohei has a headache with cold.

Xiaohe often goes to the most empty place in the city alone, to the square, to see the excitement and happiness of the crowd, to the river, to see the vast and most natural mess. Everyone who is not careful will think of ta, what ta said, ta's face, ta's simplicity, ta's ruthlessness and selfishness, and everything about ta.

I dreamed of ta that day, and ta forgave herself. What a comfortable and pleasant thing it is.

Xiaohei woke up with a smile, and after waking up, she was endlessly lost. Dreams, on the other hand, dare not expect anything.

Since the fate is over, I don't want to care about the right or wrong of ta. Let's split up and get used to it, Blackie said to herself.

Missing has no end. A day, a month, a year, missing is like fermented wine. It will take a few days to loosen the lid and talk about it, but Xiaohe feels that no one knows himself and there is nowhere to talk about it, so he has been silently enduring it.

The wine that had not been loosened exploded with a bang, and Xiaohei felt difficult to breathe and fell ill.

My mind is full of the shadow of ta, and my heart is full of ta. Now that ta is back, let's treat Xiaohei's heart disease.

Xiaohe knows that this person may haunt him for a lifetime. It is better to be affectionate than heartless since ancient times. But what can we do?

If you leave, you will miss ta. You can't love and hate if you are sick. I can only like it silently and forget it slowly. There is no other way.

Let ta do what she wants to do. Who told her that she always loved her? Let's cure the heart disease first, Xiao He thinks so ...