Crush, bevin

Not every encounter can bear the weight of fate, and not everyone can have the luck of loss and recovery.

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Jane was lucky enough to feel the wetness between her fingers.

　　For an instant, she felt as if she had returned to the past few months of the year.

　　The whole county was wet.

　　She breathed a weary sigh of relief and closed her eyes.

　　Chen Yanbai noticed that she was relieved, and her tears fell even more fiercely.

　　She began to call out Jian Xing's name, one after another.

　　It's like being unhappy for Jane.

　　It was like asking something for Jian Xing.

　　Why?

　　She had clearly found her way.

　　She was clearly about to be relieved.

　　She obviously... You can have a better life.

　　It's just a little bit off.

　　"Jian Xing," Chen Yanbai said with a tear in his eyes and a muffled nasal voice, "it's okay, the doctor said that you can treat conservatively first, and it will slowly get better later." ”

　　Jane opened her eyes.

　　Probably afraid that the ward was too stuffy, the curtains were not fully closed, and the window was also opened with a small slit.

　　On the day of May, the wind is not light or heavy.

　　Like a silent sea.

　　Jane thought of Hugo's words.

　　The human heart can only tolerate a certain degree of despair, and the sponge has absorbed enough water, and even if the sea flows over it, it can no longer add a drop of water to it.

　　This is called numbness.

　　When she saw this sentence, it was during the summer vacation.

　　When she was most numb.

　　Every night she felt like she was sleeping on the surface of the sea, unable to sink or fully ashore.

　　The sea was between her nose, her ear canal, and her mouth.

　　It was shallow, but it was enough not to let her breathe.

　　But later, in that winter, she saw Yu Hua's words: Maybe it is always necessary to despair once in a complete and utter way before she can live again.

　　She thought that no matter how thick the snow in winter was, it would always disappear under the spring breeze.

　　Then she will bear with it.

She had put up with it.

　　Jian Xing was silent and shed a tear.

　　What a shame.

　　She still shed tears for life.

　　She closed her eyes again.

　　Anyway, on this day, it will never light up for her again.

　　On the same night, Jian Ru was at home, silently, fiercely looking at the Guanyin enshrined in the hall.

　　She still remembers that year, full of the smell of incense, someone stopped her family and said that her daughter was a life without love.

　　Because love will kill her.

　　It is better to offer a Guanyin, daily piety, discipline and restraint, and avoidance from the source.

　　Jian Ru didn't believe it.

　　And dare not believe it.

　　When did she start to be afraid.

　　From the time Jane Was very young, neighbors praised her daughter for her small and white face, black eyes like grapes, and she could marry a good family when she grew up.

　　Later, the little girl began to learn to make friends.

　　Start with the little girl.

　　But she was afraid.

　　She was afraid.

　　She wouldn't let her make friends, neither men nor women.

　　She had done everything she could, and what was wrong.

　　Jian Ru suddenly strode toward Guanyin, picked it up, and slammed it the ground.

　　She hissed and asked Guanyin, "What the hell is wrong!" What else do I have to do! What else do you want me to do! ”

　　Lu Cheng stumbled out of Jian Xing's house, holding in his hand the clean towel that Jian Xing would use tomorrow.

　　He bit his cheek and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

　　"What do I do! I want to kill! Jian Ru shouted, "Is it easy for me to raise a daughter with hard work?" ”

　　Lu Cheng didn't want to hear this.

　　He turned around and went back to Jian Xing's room, and he carefully sorted out what Jian Xing probably needed.

　　When he was about to leave, he saw Jian Ru kneeling on the ground, crying while gluing the broken Guanyin together.

　　The debris cut her hand and blood flowed all over the ground.

　　As if she didn't know the pain, she was busy sticking, and finally found that she couldn't stick together, and she held the fragments in her arms and cried.

　　She kept crying, kept crying.

　　She would probably never understand that she had personally sent the teenager to her daughter.

　　It was also her own hand that pushed her into that teenage world.

　　On July 19, the time was pressing, Jiang Beishen did not go to Lu Cheng's house, and the co-driver of the car was a flower bought last night.

　　At eight o'clock, Jiang Beishen rushed to Xu Zhengqing's house, carrying the burden of one of the groomsmen.

　　At eight o'clock and eight o'clock, the groom's motorcade drove to the bride's house.

　　Unexpectedly, they were blocked out of the door, and everyone giggled, handed out red envelopes, sang songs, and did push-ups.

　　The door opened, and the bride was crowned with a crown and dark eyes.

　　The bridesmaids "bullied their power and committed murder", and the whole house was full of joy, making everyone red-eyed.

　　The hotel is contracted and there are wedding photos at the door.

　　Visitors came to the table, and the red envelopes were all delivered to the bookkeeper at the door.

　　When Jiang Beishen passed by, the old man beckoned Jiang Beishen to help write two strokes.

　　Jiang Beishen quickly agreed, and after leaving, there was a thin weight missing in his pocket.

　　On the big wedding day, the busiest thing is actually the bride and groom, what romance, what elegance, are in photos and videos.

　　The bride was so busy that her feet did not touch the ground, her face was smiling stiffly, she did not eat anything in her stomach, and she was too hungry to lift her strength.

　　The bridesmaid said, "Eat something." ”

　　The bride said, "I'll go see the second master first, is the second master sitting down?" He wrote a long brush, right? ”

　　The bridesmaid said, "I'll go and have a look." ”

　　At the door, the second master was collecting a large red paper full of names, spread out as big as a whole table.

　　In order to please the auspicious, the length and width of more than ten meters were not torn.

　　It's also a hassle to put away.

　　The bridesmaids saw it and quickly called for help.

　　She bent down to carry the red packet box, and when she looked down, she saw an old looking red packet in the corner.

　　The color and style alone are already very out of place.

　　She took it out curiously, saw the back, her face changed slightly, and quietly put away the red packet.

　　After this side was busy, the bridesmaids went to find the bride.

　　The bride was still laughing, and when she turned her head, she saw that the bridesmaid's expression was a little subtle, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

　　The bridesmaid leaned over and whispered, "You're married, who knows?" ”

　　The bride was stunned to react to who was who, she said: "I don't know, I didn't invite him, he unilaterally chased me for so many years, and it was too bad to invite him when he got married." ”

　　"Oh, so you look at this?" The bridesmaid handed the red envelope to the bride, "These two sentences came from his school, right?" ”

　　The bride took it and flipped it over.

　　Eight words on the back of the red packet.

　　"One trip to the mountains and rivers, three lives are lucky."

　　The red packet is oily, black handwriting, I don't know if it was touched by someone, or rubbed something, the handwriting has been a little blurred.

　　On the red cover, there was a black and yellowish shadow.

　　It is like telling the humility and bitterness of a long period of unsuccessful pursuit.

　　The bride sighed: "Alas, fortunately you saw it in advance, otherwise it would be misunderstood if my husband saw it." ”

　　"So this?"

　　"It doesn't cost much to touch, take it out to the host, let the host do a small game for a while, and distribute it to the children." The bride handed the red envelope to the bridesmaid.

　　"What about red envelopes?"

　　"Throw it away