not night

■After the pain, you will not feel the pain, some will only be an indifferent heart. —— Guo Jingming

12.24

Outside the window is the scene of flying and circling white snowflakes, and the flickering lights in the distance dim the sight.

On December 12th, Christmas Eve, when good wishes were entrusted, passed in the midst of Christmas songs that were repeated over and over again.

Chu Mosheng was lying on the sofa, staring blankly and persistently at the clock that was hung on the wall with him, and it moved the second hand, minute hand, and hour hand one by one.

The person next door was making love, and that was tossing and turning tenderly on the not-so-big double bed.

This is probably not the first time, but my heart still keeps throbbing like the first time.

Chu Mosheng didn't know why she came here, maybe it was just pure fear of being thrown alone in that small rental house...

Chu Mosheng, since the piano is playing, why is Sheng Xiaomo's silent Sheng so strange without beginning and end.

The strong emotions suppressed in the heart may be called want to cry, or it may be called anger.Chu Mosheng stretched out his hand, trying to grab something...

Seven-year itch, so what is ten years called?Chu Mosheng didn't want to answer this question.

Three years of sweetness, two years of cold war, and finally left him to fight hard for five years alone.Ten years is a long time?Or ephemeral?

It took Chu Mosheng ten years to carve a shallow mark on Ji Ke's heart; it took Ji Ke ten years to cut Chu Mosheng's heart to pieces.

Chu Mosheng watched the past ten years gradually wear away in his memory by the icy night wind, leaving an indelible imprint in the end.

It's been ten years... Ji Ke never mentioned breaking up, but Chu Mosheng was tired.

I thought my waiting would usher in your return, but I'm tired and can't wait any longer.

A pair of beauties next door spoke the most touching and tender words of love, every word seemed to cut open Chu Mosheng's already bloody heart, stab it hard, stir it a few times, and then come out...

No one noticed Chu Mosheng's existence, and no one would notice that there was an extra person in the living room.

Chu Mosheng suppressed his panting with an expressionless face, and tightly held the candle with his name engraved in his hand. Is there something about to break out of his body?

Wake up tomorrow...it will be December 12th.