Two or three people walked past her and looked at her in surprise. Xia Chenxi was wearing a suit and dressed in an office girl, but her hair was disheveled, and she cried without any image beside the railings by the river.
The kind of crying sound, the Buddha is to take out the hearts and lungs of people, crying so hard that the pedestrians can't bear it. Some people want to comfort her, but they dare not go forward. This is by the river. Some people are afraid that she can't figure it out, so they jump off.
The river is over.
Xia Chenxi has never had such a miserable time in her life.
Sadness and despair are revealed in front of strangers.
She has no choice.
There is really no way.
I could only cry like this, and I could only vent the pain in her heart by this crying.
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The night is getting deeper.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
By the riverside, the evening breeze was slightly cold, Xia Chenxi's cell phone kept ringing, but she didn't hear it, immersed in her own world, she ignored the sound of reality, and finally she was tired of crying. She sat on the ground and put her head on
I pillowed in my knees, and there was no crying, but tears kept falling.
A couple said that they might have been heartbroken.
There are often women who are heartbroken by the river, with such painful voices.
Xia Chenxi didn't know how long she had been sitting by the river. Music started to play in the small square by the river not far away. It turned out that residents from nearby communities came out and were dancing square dance to exercise.
The dance is light, and their steps are also light.
It is a very popular song, the moonlight in the lotus pond.
She didn't know who sang it. Her voice was quiet, a little sharp, and very energetic. Xia Chenxi was lost and felt very sad again. She was afraid that she would not have such a voice.
There was a little girl playing with a small ball, constantly playing with the ball, entertaining herself, waiting for her grandmother to dance square dance.
Xia Chenxi's whole body was stiff, and her five fingers slowly grabbed the railing and wanted to stand up. When she sprained her high heels, she fell down again. Xia Chenxi simply sat on the ground, and was so embarrassed. She was seen in such a mess just now.
She doesn't care.
It's ridiculous.
If someone had told her before today that one day she would be alone by the river, and she would have sneered by her way without being a human or a ghost, how could it be? Now I know that everything is possible.
Nothing in the world is impossible.
Maybe she will die tomorrow.
Life is impermanent.
The little girl played with the ball, and the kick was heavy. The ball rolled to Xia Chenxi and rolled to her knees. Xia Chenxi subconsciously hugged the ball and watched the little girl running over.
The little girl wanted to get the small ball back and get close to Xia Chenxi, but she didn't dare to come over and looked at Xia Chenxi in horror.
Xia Chenxi smiled bitterly, looking at herself crying, she was afraid of being a human or a ghost, and she must have scared the child. The child's eyes are the purest, and her eyes are all scared.
Xia Chenxi put the small ball on the ground and gently pushed it, and the small ball rolled to the little girl.
She doesn't want to scare such a cute child.
She looks about the same age as her baby, and she is also seven or eight years old. She has two small braids. She is very cute and dresses very beautifully, which is very painful. Xia Chenxi feels bitter. Back then, she also thought about it, if she had given birth to herself
A girl must be very cute.
If she looks like her, she can dress her daughter, wear beautiful clothes and comb her beautiful hair.
The daughter she imagined should be the little girl in front of her.