brutal tenderness

God is gentle.

"Su Luo, I went to many places this year, many places we both wanted to go to, and met many, many people. You see, in a blink of an eye, I am 30..."

"Well, do you still remember the girl I met in Paris last year? This year in Berlin, I met her again. Don't you think the fate is amazing?"

"Are you okay? I miss you, and I don't know if you miss me..."

A woman was sitting next to the tombstone, talking endlessly. The cemetery administrator said that she was used to it. Every year at this time, this woman would come over and tell the owner of the tombstone about her one-year experience.

The sky is gradually clouding, and it is estimated that it will rain. The weather in early summer is always changeable.

The administrator walked up to the woman who was dazed after speaking, and said, "It's probably going to rain. I'll give you this umbrella. I think it will be useful."

The woman looked up at the sky, smiled and said, "Really, um, thank you."

The administrator looked at the back of the woman and said, "The dead should not be chased. Live in the present, cherish the things that should be cherished, and become happy is the best mourning for the dead."

The woman stopped in her footsteps, hesitated for a few seconds, turned her head and smiled and said, "Well, thank you."

Niansu Nianluo was playing around in the courtyard, and when Nianluo stretched out her little hand to hit her brother again, a beautiful woman stopped her, "Good boy,

You can't hit people~"

Han Xing followed the two children to the courtyard, and saw a woman with shoulder-length hair and gentle eyebrows stroking Nian Su Nianluo's head, smiling.

It's beautiful, and I'm in a daze.

The woman smiled like a flower: "Han Xing, long time no see."

Han Xing burst into tears, thousands of emotions melted into one sentence: "Han Ye, welcome home."

Time eases the grief, can you let the past go with the wind.

Life is fragile, time is fleeting, let you and I spend the rest of the time hand in hand.

cold night:

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Flowers are over~~~~~