"Rain may be the last light in my life" Feng murmured to himself, his thoughts were disordered, and he couldn't fall asleep on a sultry summer night. No matter how tired he was, Feng couldn't stop thinking about rain.
Yu is not very graceful, nor is she graceful. Even when she speaks, she is not euphemistically straight, and cannot be described word for word. She is so straight that Feng feels how could Yu, as a woman, be like this.
Yu is really not a very romantic person. Maybe it is true as Yu said. Her lifelong love was given to him, which made her heart beat. He deceived her into committing herself to him, and she had no regrets. Moth As persistent as putting out fire.
Even the man she loved, whom she had only heard about, was willing to take on bank loans and was blacklisted, without any regrets. Feng didn't understand herself. She was so considerate and dedicated to the rest of her life, but she turned a blind eye indifferently.
Feng didn’t know what was going on, but he was obsessed with it like crazy. He couldn’t help but think about her. She was someone I didn’t know very well. Just because he looked at her a few more times in the crowd, he didn’t expect that because of her, he let her I was stunned.
It’s so weird to love this thing, so fucking weird, so weird that for no reason, he is willing to risk his life to recruit Ruo Ruo, a cold dead woman. Deep in the heart of the wind, when he was full of losses and bruises, he was willing to lick her wounds.
Wishful thinking was willing to admit defeat and let the cold rain fall. In late autumn and early winter, he was willing to dance with the rain to clear the shadows no matter how cold the wind was. . Feng always comforts himself, feeling that his sincerity will make the rain warmer and make him feel drenched in the summer.
The wind speaks to his heart with his mouth, deceiving himself and others, although he has already failed and is in a complete mess. When my scenery is infinitely good, my heart is full of flowers and plants, but there is no such real tenderness and warmth that I want to spend all my time on the rain.
I am very stretched, and my money is very tight, but I always feel embarrassed about Yu, who has a much better life than me. I always want to create more wealth, and I can treat her better and better in material terms. Yu is always like that Cold and disapproving.
I don’t know whether Feng is sad or not, but Yu doesn’t mean that. She is just a very realistic woman, and she doesn’t need a man. As long as he has money to make himself happy for the rest of his life, he can be entrusted to a man who is willing to support him for the rest of his life. The wind can't do it, because the wind is torn apart by the seasons and is full of holes!
