Chapter 392 Love is a sin, no one is free from pain
The ruthless dark night drives away the excess moonlight; the dim stars hang in the sky; the lonely figure tosses and turns helplessly; the weak light makes it difficult to see the other person's tired appearance.
I long to see you, but please remember that I will not ask to see you. This is not because of pride, you know that I have no pride in front of you. But because, only when you also want to see me
, it only makes sense for us to meet.
Love is a sin, and no one is free from pain. We walked quietly, and the only memory of the two of us was always echoing in our ears, but why was my heart so calm? It’s not that I don’t love, but that love has become a habit.
The person who was once inseparable from me has become more and more profound as time goes by; the person who once caused me heartache is still sharp despite the polishing of the years.
The youthful years suspended in memories, the boy she once thought she could trust for the rest of her life. Those paths they once walked together, those footprints imprinted on the streets and alleys of a certain principality. Everything has long been disillusioned.
How many times have we sketched the future together, imagining that one day we can become the pinnacle of power and let more people remember our names; how many times have we sat under the stars, looking at each other tiredly and speechless, but our hearts are still in each other's hearts.
Getting closer and closer.
How many times have we cried loudly in the eyes of confusion and coldness, tears falling on the palms of two people, and then evaporated by love.
There are fewer and fewer companions traveling together, and the girl's heart is becoming more and more painful. The pain is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, shattering every inch of the bone.
Familiar river bank, familiar bench, familiar night breeze blowing on her face, she sat blankly in the darkness, with ale jars piled at her feet.
It turns out that mood can be carried with us, and it will accompany us to every corner of the world like a shadow. No matter how far we run, we can't hide from our hearts.
The drizzle is falling, and this summer night, which should be passionate, is now a little sad, and the feeling of longing pervades the world.
The willow branches swayed slightly, and the wind and rain dampened her clothes, penetrating into her heart. The prosperity disappeared, and the crazy dreams became empty. The melody in her ears told the sadness of the years, and the lonely notes made her destined to be sleepless tonight.
As soon as Hou Men entered the deep sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on. On an equally dark night, the boy carried his luggage and left silently, just because the bed in the villa was too soft, just because the current life was difficult.
The girl stood there blankly, with untouched food still on the table, and the admission notice from the Principality Dou Qi Academy was so dazzling.
Wearing that shabby Viking war dress, she slowly walked into the college. He also drank red wine and chewed foie gras as he wished. In the following years, she washed away her thoughts with her busyness, and he numbed the past with his indulgence. p>
He never uttered another spell, and this was his last memory; her fingers never stopped dancing, and she hoped that she could reach the peak as soon as possible.
Many times, infatuation is not about being careless, nor is it being depressed, nor is it a travel companion who comes and goes as soon as you call it. Nor does it mean forgetting time, forgetting the past, or even forgetting your own appearance.
In this world of drunkenness and beauty, endless tears can be seen everywhere; in the smoke of the world of mortals, no one can escape unstained.
Happy people are silent, because happiness is never compared. Because if you compare with others, you will only make yourself miserable.
The most beautiful love is nothing more than: holding hands in youth, sharing weal and woe; supporting old age, cuddling together. She just chose to hold hands with herself and accompany herself. But she has seen all the world, but is so close to each other, and her heart is far away.
The rain is in the wind, the wind is in the rain, time has passed, and he has been living in seclusion in her wound. For three lives and seven lives, he will always fall into the devil's abyss, just for love, and he will not regret it even if he dies.
After years of wandering, she got used to playing with loneliness with her fingertips; in a foreign land, she got used to using her eyes to look in the direction of her heart.
Occasionally, I think of how she is used to measuring the distance between each other with her footsteps; when she revisits her old place, she is used to using her crescent eyebrows to cover up the overflowing crystal clear.
The wind and rain suddenly stopped, there was not much wine left in her hand, the east gradually turned white, she stood up and left. The river remained unchanged, the trees remained unchanged, and the flowers and plants remained unchanged.
What has changed is that there is one less person beside me who is closely linked to each other and relies on each other. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see each other. The difficult thing is not to meet, but why to meet.
Infatuation is a willingness to give, not to care about other people's opinions, and a unilateral behavior without asking for anything in return. Infatuation is the process of her loving him, the courage to taste the bitter fruit alone, and "I still love you, but with you
"It has nothing to do with it"...
Many years ago, the girl found the Cowardly Lion outside the ancient city of Na'ao. She said that she wanted to write a song for her brother, which had to be very meaningful.
Next, one person wrote the lyrics and another person composed the music. After the work was completed, the girl asked the Cowardly Lion what the meaning of the lyrics was. The Cowardly Lion smiled and said: The last word of each lyric is "love".
The albizia flowers in the cup are dancing with pink silk threads, warming the travelers who stay up all night. The bard is still skillful in playing and singing, and he doesn’t know whose youth he is mourning...
All of the above was recorded on paper, which was another notebook of Rikka. She wanted to write a novel that belonged to her and Boom, recording all the time the two experienced together.
Although Boom was once alone, Riuka always yearned for a beautiful tomorrow. It was a fantasy world full of flowers and sunshine, a place where you could live a good life without becoming a peak powerhouse.
In the sea of flowers, Boom still drinks hot tea every day and chatters non-stop. Rikka holds the two children in her arms, telling the story of the steel knife while chewing snacks.
But at this moment, the entire illusion collapsed and overturned with a soft sound. Rikka stopped writing and stared blankly at the iron stove in the corner of the Wonderful House.
She stood up gently and filled in some firewood again. The orange-red light became more intense, and the temperature in the Wonderful House gradually increased.
After feeding Boom two more pills, Rikka quietly walked out of the Wonder House, and finally stood alone outside the cave.
The petal magic pattern on his forehead flashed faintly, and Rikka raised her head with a complex expression, as if she was looking at the crescent moon. An inaudible sigh hovered in the air, Rikka broke the pen in her hand, and her tears fell to the ground. She is becoming more and more resistant to her identity as a contracted beast, and is becoming more and more sensitive to it. Now, except for Boom, she never wants to be called that by anyone else.
"Why are contract beasts not worthy of love? Why are contract beasts doomed to be alone all their lives?"
"Why has my brother never noticed my feelings? Why does everyone treat me like a child?"
"Why do I feel so uncomfortable? Why is my brother still awake? Why doesn't he comfort me now?"
"If nothing changes, then I will have no choice but to stay with my brother."
"Contract beast? Rikka is just my brother's contract beast. Its greatest ability is to kill all enemies."
Rikka gently wiped away her tears, and then put away the two meteorite swords. The bitter decision was made in order to be able to walk hand in hand with the other party, even if she would eventually be heartbroken.
The so-called companionship is nothing more than bacon and eggs every morning, nothing more than a herbal pill after illness, nothing more than the feeling of loneliness that keeps you awake all night.