贵阳水疗服务全城安排《13208511926》微信同步，There was a girl who was lovelorn. She was deeply hurt. She felt that the whole world had abandoned her and even thought of death. She swore that she would never fall in love again
She told the news to a boy, so the boy began to comfort her, encourage her, make funny short messages every day to make her happy, and wish her good night every night. In this way, the girl gradually recovered from the pain and became as lively and lovely as before. The boy still wished her good night every night, just like the clock, and the girl fell asleep peacefully in this blessing
But one day, the girl did not receive the short message he sent, and she felt a sense of loss and security. She asked herself if she liked the boy? She remembered her vows and tried to force herself not to think about him, but the shadow of the boy was always floating in her mind. She felt that this kind of missing was strange and different from the original feeling when she was in love: when she was in love, that kind of yearning was as blazing as fire, burning constantly, swallowing up all her soul and occupying all her soul. But now, she can't say clearly that she feels such a kind of missing is light, nihilistic but everywhere, and does not need to be Pay what can always feel a kind of warmth, like in the corner of the room placed a bunch of lilies, light fragrance filled the whole room, but will not let you deliberately think, let you feel uncomfortable.
The girl is determined to find out. One day, the boy called her and asked if she had a good time recently. Chatting, she suddenly asked the boy why he didn't have a girlfriend. Would you like to introduce one for him. When she asked, her heart beat fast, but she pretended to be joking. The boy said yes, yes. She didn't know where the courage came from, and suddenly said, think about me. The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. The girl felt that she was too impulsive. She felt like she was going to destroy something. The boy finally said, we'd better be friends like this. Why, she asked reluctantly? Don't you like me? There was another silence. Then, the boy used a slow tone, as if to let every word sink into the girl's heart, and said, "I'm afraid that if you are lovelorn again, there will be no one to comfort you." Tears can not stop the flow down, the girl finally understand that there is a miss is not love. This kind of missing is peaceful, warm, without any thoughts, without any exclusive flavor, without any idea of possession.
The girl remembers that the boy once said that there are only three colors in the world: red, blue and green
Red is an impulse, a passion, a destructive force.
Blue is melancholy, it is profundity, it is the power to sink everything.
Green is peace, comfort and the power to comfort everything.
After red love, blue lovelorn, then green miss is your best soul chicken soup. How long is love? Weeks, months, years? But no matter how long, love will expire. And this kind of yearning will never expire.