that bastard i love

Wen Gulin walked out of the community aimlessly, and walked to the center of a square by himself.

I don't know when it started, there was a light snow in the sky, and white snowflakes fell on his hair.

Looking up, there are countless tiny snowflakes floating in the sky. Those snowflakes are like birds with broken wings, which can only be blown to every corner with the wind.

It's like satirizing his life, he has no fixed place, drifts with the tide, and finally turns into dust and disappears in the vast crowd.

Vulgarity and ordinaryness are the endorsements of his whole being. He is just such a person, without independent opinion or ability. He has been looking forward to the best life he imagined, but he has no ability to realize it.

He also understood that no matter how well he did, Zhang Min would never look at him.

It's ridiculous to say that he has been with Zhang Min for three years, and he has worked hard without credit, but in the end of these three years, Zhang Min's affection for him is not even as good as his friendship with Xu Yu. It's not that he didn't fight for it, he already Do your best.

He was already covered in bruises, he could no longer bear the disappointment again and again, and he could no longer hold on to add another scar to himself, his heart was already riddled with holes.

Please forgive his tenderness, he can't forgive even a little thing.

Please forgive his glassy heart, even a small injury, but he can hurt his heart so much.

Please forgive him for giving up, there are still possible opportunities, but he can't hold on, maybe he really has no talent in love.

But... he worked hard...

He has worked very hard...

He had already abandoned his self-indulgent self and became what Zhang Min liked, but why, he still couldn't win.

He really worked hard...

But why, for three years, he still got nothing?

People don't often say that if you give, you will be rewarded.

But why, he got nothing but scars all over his body.

Is he not trying hard enough?

But he can't help it...he can't hold it anymore...

In this love, he has been following Zhang Min's footsteps, using all his strength in this life, running all the way, chasing the trace of happiness, but the man never turned around and waited for him.

Even a tortoise can get tired.

He can no longer run, he is tired, his knees can no longer stand up straight, his feet are so heavy that he can no longer take a step.

If there is a God, please forgive him.

He couldn't hold on anymore, he couldn't pursue his own happiness anymore, he wasted the good fate bestowed by God.

Please forgive him.

He was going to give up this god-given fate.

Because he doesn't want to continue to be disappointed, he doesn't want to turn disappointment into despair.

Please forgive him.

He has been stepping on the clouds of nothingness, wanting to climb to the top of the highest sky that represents happiness, but the clouds are always clouds, nothingness, he can't touch it, he can only fall down again and again, and climb up again full of hope, Falling down again and again.

He is tired.

Even if there is still a chance, he doesn't want to fight for it.

He was about to leave, this busy city was still not where he belonged.

He wants to escape from this place that he loves and hates.

Because he is afraid, if he stays here, he will not be able to help but get close to Zhang Min again, and get hurt again and again.

He was afraid.

He and Zhang Min have always been destined to each other.

Just getting to know each other is enough, the rest of my life... forget it.

Wen Gulin closed his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eye and fell to the ground, fleeting.