rebirth of wrong love farewell

Memories are like a roll of long yellowed rubber soles. In those dark years, there was only one old player that was puffing and puffing, and it was placed on the empty wall, quietly playing the scenes of black and white pantomime.

Time blurs the traces of the years and forgets the joys and sorrows in the world.But still don't forget that specific person, specific thing.

Just because she is the meaning of her existence.So humble, so pale, like a scroll of sadness that filled her life.

Those who have lost themselves are doomed to that unfavorable love.

The boy came to the door of the new classroom, walked in, looked at the faces in the classroom that were somewhat blurred in memory, and calmly found an empty seat to sit down.

The third year of high school is an important dividing point in life. Even in this parallel world different from the previous life, the importance of the third year of high school is still there like a rule.

A little fat man next to him patted the young man on the shoulder, quietly pointed to the girl in the first row by the door, and said with a sneaky smile: "I didn't expect that No.3's school belle is in our class, it feels good to be in this class." Happiness!"

Looking at the familiar position and the familiar figure from the back, the young man hummed lightly and stopped talking.

Although the changes in this world were beyond his expectation, after two years of running-in, he already knew that no matter whether he traveled to the new world alone or the whole world, he was left alone in the same place.In this world, the things that will happen are also running according to the original trajectory of the previous life.

But, as for him, he is no longer her, so he doesn't want to repeat the sorrow of his previous life, the wailing that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and penetrates into the blood.

Now, she has nothing to do with him.

The little fat man looked at his reaction, and stretched out his hand boredly: "You idiot is really stupid in reading, hey, that's the third-ranked Rou Xiaohua!"

This little fat man named Yuan Yuan had a normal relationship with him in his previous life. After all, at that time, she could no longer see anyone else except her.

Yuan Yuan's uncle is a Chinese teacher in No. [-] Middle School, so he has a lot of gossip. He often shows off information to his classmates that they don't know, and takes pleasure in it.

This time, he knew from his uncle that the handsome boy sitting next to him was a transfer student. It stands to reason that ordinary schools would not accept students who were transfer students who were already in their third year of high school, let alone key one middle schools.However, this boy was exceptionally accepted with a total score close to full marks in the entrance examination.At that time, his uncle was one of the teachers checking the scores, and all the teachers present at that time called him a genius in amazement.

And it is said that he took a break from school for two years due to physical reasons, but unexpectedly...

The boy took out a picture book from his schoolbag, flipped out the white pages, held a pencil, and began to paint slowly.

Yuan Yuan poked out his neck and watched him draw a simple and small cute necklace from scratch, and suddenly exclaimed: "You draw so beautifully! You can go to special recruitment." Just painting The two-dimensional space, two intertwined rope-like chains with a three-dimensional sense form this boutique that can be displayed in the window. If it is really made, how beautiful it will be!But he didn't know how many years of youth were spent in order to have the current accumulation and burst.

She is confident and proud. In that world, with unimaginable efforts, she has become the youngest and best jewelry designer.Her hands are not even as smooth as those of ordinary girls, but are just knotted like old trees, with traces that cannot fade.Her jewelry is a miracle from drawing to reality, material selection, molding, cutting, polishing, refining, polishing, calendering, inlaying.A piece of work poured all her emotions and time.And on each piece of work, there is the eternal glory: eternal

However, such an excellent woman is so humble in front of her, she can't even ask for a simple smile from her, and there is always that alienated, disgusting avoidance, an inaccessible distance.

Just because she likes her and wants to be with her.Just because she is a woman, what is the future of the two women?

After she realized the perverted, abnormal, and disgusting love hidden in her heart, her disgusted eyes were like a nun looking at an evil heretic.Trampling and insulting her personality at will, grinding away her vitality.

She is her demon, the catastrophe of her eternal life.

"Can you give this to me?" Yuan Yuan said embarrassedly, "I want to give it to the girl I have a crush on, she will definitely like it very much." Yuan Yuan folded his hands devoutly, his eyes full of requests.The love of young people is full of longing and hope, and that sincere heart is full of liking for the sweetheart, even if there is no ending.

Every designer cherishes his design products like a child, because they carry their dreams, emotions and painstaking efforts.

However, to him, this is just an unformed sketch, not even a semi-finished product.Because, he didn't integrate his feelings into it, just like a casual graffiti, empty and without rhyme.

A jewelry designer can only be called an excellent designer when he designs and creates a picture that ordinary people can vibrate and resonate with when they see it.Because what they design is not only a picture, but also an unforgettable emotion that cannot be spoken, a dream world.

Outlining and smearing with a 2B pencil, and finally finishing the hatching, Liang Nuoyi tore off the drawing paper in silence, and handed it to the little fat man next to him who was almost stuck on his desk.

"Thank you, thank you. From now on, I will recognize you as my boss. I promise to follow your lead." Yuan Yuan took it carefully, his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled. The joy of being naive.

Ignoring the little fat man next to him, Liang Nuoyi habitually glanced at that position, only to find that the man just turned his head backwards.

The eyes of the two intertwined, she nodded slightly at him reservedly and politely, and then chatted with the girl behind her.

As soon as Liang Nuo withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, his hands under the table were clenched into fists but trembling slightly.

If life is just like seeing each other for the first time, it's not like never seeing each other.