music is flowing gently

 

"A" : love is too deep, parting is deadly "inspiration"

Early autumn, the cold fine as silk, mingled with a haze sky, black cloud, the foggy air, enveloped in the flourishing of Beijing, the former busy north second ring road, vaguely have three both sweet couple passing by.

A high-grade coffee shop, a song of quiet pure music is flowing gently. Mitag dull to look at me, his eyes were empty and dull.

"O desert, next week is my wedding, you will come to?"

I dare not look up, just from time to time out of a sunken mouth dimples, I fear she saw I face of helpless.

"Well," I the tone of the deep and dignified, as if the surrounding air are frozen up, the respiratory tract to suppress the crazy.

"O desert, I'm sorry. I hope you can find the happiness of belongs to you as soon as possible," she said.

I cried, close your eyes, afraid of tears fall. Mind seems to have in the dress of fuzzy see mitag appearance, and six years ago as beautiful and moving, white meat dress bound up she is like a fairy as down slowly float. In the bifurcation of intersections, but smile behind to another man, they clung together. The groom is not me! I humbly! Fancy.

The window with a huge thunder with a wake me, opened his eyes at the moment of mitag has not. Out of the window, it was raining heavily, mitag seat left a white paper and a green bank CARDS. My tears crashing down, she know I want not these.

Mitag said: o desert, nice to so many years we know each other, thank you for taking care of me. If not you, four year university life I won't be so happy. For my wedding, you still don't come to, he and I will go to Japan honeymoon, want to go to for a long time, bless us! The card has four hundred thousand, you can find a love you of the woman live, can also do your career, ever owe you, and now, back to you. I hope you can have your own life, don't come to me

The two ": always is the most beautiful encounter.

Suddenly I ran out, mitag figure has in the rain fuzzy, a slender figure, at the end of the bridge too far, very deep, my eyes cannot be reached. My tears as torrential, this figure in a cover under the umbrella, and left me endless fictional room.

Stumbled back to his lease of the hut, the eyes, deep feeling memories I and mitag the passage

I punch, outside the window, raining cats and dogs.

Encounter is often beautiful, but always so forget, no feelings is the true love.

I then in life, how intense, haunting, how desolate, life or death leaves the love has seen, but, I and mitag so pure first love will never come again.

Years ago, jiangnan town from the mitag and I on the same day to Beijing to a famous college for registration. And I'm from poor distant of northwest China. I am the music, mitag is fine.