"I'm still young and I want to talk to this world, but every time I miss you, I always feel like I've gone through the vicissitudes of life.”
" Without you, I've lost my youth and frivolousness…"
"Now, I've become more mature, and my sideburns have grown white.”
"Tonight, I suddenly woke up from a dream, feeling very disappointed.”
"I thought of you."
" We're thousands of miles apart. You're buried alone in that grave. I'm full of thoughts, but I can't tell you..."
In the conference room of Qingbei University, Elder Shen, who had been deep in thought for a long time, suddenly stood up.
He stretched out his right hand and pointed in the direction of the screen. He was trembling and his expression was excited.
"Old Shen, what's wrong?" Some other professors asked worriedly.
Old Shen did not answer, but suddenly burst into laughter.
His eyes were filled with gratification!
"Even if we meet, you probably don't recognize me anymore, right?”
"Look at the booklet on my face and my white hair. I'm really afraid that I'll scare you.”
Zi Tong wiped her tears with a tissue and kept shaking her head.
How could he not know her?
You're the person she loves the most!
Even if she saw the white hair on her temples, she would only complain with heartache,
Look at you. I'm not by your side, so why don't you know how to take good care of yourself?
"Every time I have a holiday, I always tell myself that I want to go home and take a look, but every time, I seem to be able to find an excuse to decline.”
"I can't help but think of that scene in my mind. You're sitting in front of the dressing table, drawing your eyebrows and dressing up.”
"Although I don't know how you've been all these years, the moment I saw you, I couldn't hold back my tears.”
"If the bright moon above your head has always been shining, then I believe that the thousands of pine trees planted on this hillside must have accompanied you for so many years.”
"I hope that when it rains, they can block some of the rain. I hope that when the wind blows, they can block some of the wind.”
"I hope that in the cold winter in my hometown, if it snows, they can also help you block some snow.”
"I was especially afraid that after you fell asleep, you would still suffer like you did when you followed me back then.”
"Alright, that's all for today. I have to go to work too. When the Qingming Festival comes next year and it drizzles, I'll hold an umbrella and go to the grave to tell you in detail.”
Lin Mo exhaled softly.
Even though it was not the first time he had told this story.
However, every time he mentioned it, it always made people feel a myriad of emotions.
Every time, she couldn't help but want to cry.
This time, he was able to suppress his emotions and tell the story in its entirety. It was not easy for him.
If even he was like this, there was no need to say anything about the others.
Zi Tong and Kong Man cried again and couldn't speak for a long time.
Li Yanjun leaned against the window, feeling lost.
Guo Tengfei put out the cigarette butt and took out a cigarette box from his pocket. When he opened it, he realized that he had already emptied the cigarette box.
This live broadcast room…
Everything was good, but it was a little troublesome!
In front of the screen in the live broadcast room, thousands of people were crying.
Compared to the memories of the audience on the monologue wall, this story was less hoarse, but it had more ten years of accumulation and thickness.
Ten years!
How many relationships could cross the threshold of ten years?
How much hatred could last for ten years?
We've been in love for ten years and separated for ten years. Every time I think back, it's still you sitting in front of the dressing table, dressing up and drawing eyebrows.
Perhaps this was the best form of love?
"Streamer, who is this friend you're talking about?”
Many netizens were curious.
They really wanted to know who could have such a beautiful and deep love?
"Did he start a live broadcast? If there is, I want to follow him and give him a gift!”
"Yeah, it's too touching. I really want to know Mo Bao's friend.”
"I recorded the story just now, but I might not dare to look back and watch it a second time. At most, I can only give that friend a like.”
More and more people in the bullet comments started to get curious and asked the streamer who this friend was.
Lin Mo smiled and replied,"
"Actually, everyone knows this friend of mine.”
What?
Everyone was stunned.
I know this friend too?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
If they had heard of such a touching love story, they would definitely remember it!
"Host, I'm not well-educated. Don't lie to me!”
"I don't believe you, unless you can tell me his name!”
"That's right, that's right. How can I not know the friends I know?”
Seeing that everyone was questioning him, Lin Mo's smile did not change, but his eyes had a deeper meaning.
"Actually, that friend of mine personally wrote an article about my story just now. I'm just relaying it and translating it.”
Translate it?
The netizens were even more puzzled.
Could it be that your friend is also a foreigner?
Otherwise, why would there be a need for translation?
However, there were also a few meticulous netizens who seemed to have thought of a possibility.
They widened their eyes in disbelief, and their expressions gradually became excited.
"Next, I will read my friend's article in its entirety. I also hope that all the friends in the live broadcast room, especially the students and children, can read it seriously.”
Lin Mo took a deep breath and looked up at the camera. He slowly said,"
"Ten years of life and death, it's hard to forget.
Thousands of miles of lonely graves, no place to talk about desolation.
Even if we meet again, we should not know each other, but our faces are covered with dust and our hair is like frost.
At night I dreamed that I had suddenly returned to my hometown. I was dressing up by the window of the small pavilion.
They looked at each other without saying a word, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, the bright moon night, the short pine hill.”
I hope that everyone will support me. This is the best motivation for an author to create. Thank you, lovely big shots of the book world.）
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