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You... only love you. "The soothing tone and calm voice floated in the air, trembling by the cold wind and spring. Stripped of the gorgeous decoration, only the simplest confession remained.

"Why are you saying this now?" Maybe it was too late to realize the wish, and even the surprise was halved.But only He You knew that he tried his best to control his excitement and calm himself—he had something more he wanted.

"Because the love is so uncontrollable." The eyes that looked straight at him were calm and sad.It was the first time that He You discovered that since the meeting, Ling Han, who always avoided the eyes of others, always looked directly at him.

"Ni, who always smiles, will?"

"Even I would." There was a bitter taste in the same smile as usual.

"Then we can no longer be friends."

He You's words seemed to be a death sentence, Ling Han lowered his head, and from the long hair on his forehead because of He You's praise for being good-looking, he could faintly see the frowning eyebrows in pain.

Slowly, He You cupped Ling Han's face in distress.Beautiful blue eyes, made clearer by the washing of tears.

"Now, let's start to be lovers." The gentlest eyes, the gentlest voice, and the warmest expression, put together, became the uniqueness of people in love - a sweet and sad expression.

Looking at the clumsy but pity-filled expression unique to the person he loves, a beautiful smile unfolds on the face of Han Liu.With heartache, He You put her lover's slender body into her arms, stroked his frozen back, and said to Ling Han with guilt and happiness;

"I'm sorry, Han. But please forgive my selfishness. I know, you can't just laugh at me alone. Then, promise me, please cry at me alone."

(three)

Ling Han's love for He You is as pure as a handful of mountain springs.Full, endless, pure.

His diary has changed a new page since they fell in love.Every day, sweet bits and pieces are recorded.In fact, it's just trivial things.But even if it's a glass of water He You handed over, a tacit look in the eyes, a thoughtful word, or even a casual kiss, Ling Han will record it.While writing, he was smiling.No one could see that kind of smile except He You.Because this kind of smile would only show when He You took care of him, when He You showed a clumsy look, and when He You coaxed him to be happy after a quarrel.

He feels happy, so cherish every day.He even thanked the star Italian mother who gave birth to him and dumped him to his father because she gave birth to him; he also thanked the father who never loved him because he was an illegitimate child because he raised him. over him.With the current happiness, he is glad, he is glad that he has endured loneliness and lived until the day when happiness comes.

"Ling Han loves He You, He You loves Ling Han, Ling Han and He You love each other." Like a tongue twister, Ling Han filled a piece of paper, smirked at it, and repeated it over and over again.When He You peeked, he crumpled the paper shyly, blushing and refused to say what it was.He You asked anxiously, he leaned into He You's ear, and said softly, "This is the spell to get happiness."

Even after graduating, the two people's workplaces are not close to each other, but they will always be together, like real lovers, go shopping, watch movies, taste a variety of cuisines, or in Ling The Han family, cuddling together and talking about something.

Ling Han's diary is still going on, and even the days of waiting to meet He You are infinitely sweet.He was looking forward to the long vacation, so that He You could live in Ling Han's house for a while and live their own life.

(four)

Misfortune is often like this, as much happiness as there is doubled tears.

When a symbolic woman who claimed to be He You's mother appeared in front of Ling Han, Ling Han understood: his happiness had come to an end.

He said to He You's mother, "Mrs. He, I understand."

"He You, I love you. I really love you. Every cell in my body loves you, loves you obsessively." Ling Han still smiled, but with that smile, he couldn't see the bright and beautiful hope. "But," his smile continued, "I'm tired. Now I know that loving someone, loving someone with all my heart, is so tiring. I'm tired, and I want to rest...so...He You ,let's break up……"

He finished with a smile and left with a smile.To love, to love thoroughly; to hurt, to hurt completely.He knew that his tears at this moment would only be a painkiller for his lover's deep wound.

So, he didn't cry.

So, he laughed.

Watching Ling Han's figure getting further and further away, He You's usually expressionless face remained expressionless.Both hands clenched tightly into fists, blood flowed down the fingers, drop by drop, dripping to the ground, instead of tears, flowing.

The tight lips opened and closed gently and slowly, and the sound from it could not even be heard clearly by himself.

"Ling Han, I love you."

"I loved him and I left him. I left him and I hurt him. It was my sin to hurt him, and to atone for that I would never have his love again. Without his love, I lost my happiness , This is my punishment for hurting him. I should not expect anything, I only hope to give him all my happiness, and put all his pain on me. This is enough. "

Ling Han's diary ends here.The story of He You and Ling Han is also over.

间奏

The story is over, but life is not over.About their life—the life after Ling Han and He You separated, I only know half—the half about Ling Han.

At that time, I didn't know whether the lives of Ling Han and He You would still intersect, I only knew if Ling Han was doing well.

If someone asks me why - I know why.

Not because, I am the author of the article.

My name is Ling Nianyou.Looking at my name, you may be able to guess something.I am Ling Han's son.

(Fives)

My father's name is Ling Han, and my name is Ling Nianyou, the name was chosen by my father.I once wrote my name as "Nianyou" by mistake, and my father, who never got angry, taught me how to write my name with a cold face.Since then, I have understood: my father named me more than just a nice name.

The woman who gave birth to me, I call her "Mother".My mother was a cold woman, the only thing she loved was herself.Because I love myself so much that I can't share some of it to love others, because I care so much about myself that I don't love others because I'm afraid of being betrayed.

The reason why he married his father was also strangely simple: a complete woman must go through marriage and have children.And the reason she chose my father as her husband was because she was afraid that someone would fall in love with her so hard that she couldn't escape.So, a father who doesn't love her and a mother who doesn't love anyone can be said to be a match made in heaven.

"Ling Han, let's get married. I need a marriage to fill my life, and you also need a marriage to get rid of the past." This is my mother's proposal, and because of this sentence, they became my parents without love.

When I was born into this world, it was a spring morning.According to my father, I couldn't stop laughing as soon as I was in his arms while weeping -- and blinked my big blue eyes like an angel.

Maybe it's because I know somewhere that the person who hugs me will love me for the rest of my life.I said so to my father.At this time, when my father looked at me, his smile was a bit sad. He hugged me and said softly: "My Nianyou, only you will not be hurt by my love."

My mother is so indifferent, I never had the memory of being held in her arms when I was young.She always looks at me with a faint look, wanting to see a superfluous decoration——I don't like it, but I can't throw it away.Therefore, I am not close to her-it should be said that I am afraid.So much so that when I saw my mother now, my muscles would tense up.

In my memory, it is mostly my father.He is a writer and is often at home.

It was my father who coaxed me to play, it was my father who accompanied me to sleep, it was my father who told me to study, and it was my father who comforted me when I had nightmares.

"Nianyou." I like to hear my father calling me, it sounds so comfortable.Father's voice is always pure and gentle.I like to listen to his poems, especially the line "When you draw a knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, and you will raise your glass to relieve your sorrow and sorrow."

"Dad!" Whenever I called my father, he always smiled happily.No matter when, my father always greets people with a smile.The smile is indifferent, with an inexhaustible charm.

I like my name because that's what my father chose. "Nianyou", why is it called Nianyou?I have no idea.All I know is that there is a picture of a man at the bottom of my father's desk drawer.The man had soft short hair, handsome to cold appearance, and sickly sharp gaze.

His name is "He You".

Does "Nianyou" mean "miss He You"?I never asked - though I'd love to know.Countless nights, I saw my father weeping alone in front of his photo, still calling his name.

That sight broke my heart.I know that if I ask my father about any insignificant thing about "He You", my father will be sad.

I will not do anything that will make my father sad.

My mother divorced my father when I was about five years old.She didn't take care of me in the first place, and it doesn't make any difference to me whether she is there or not.

"Nianyou." The day before my mother left, she called me.Since I can remember, the number of times my mother called me can be counted on the fingers.

I walked up to her, and my unreasonable fear made me look at her with frightened eyes.

My mother also stared at me with the same scrutiny, which made my uneasiness a little bit deeper.Then, she used a desolate tone, as if talking to me, and