Su Mei said softly, "I didn't tell you that she suffered from severe depression."
"If I were a milk girl, I would not like others to know my condition, and remind those unhappy things behind me with strange eyes all the time. As her friend, you have nothing wrong."
On the contrary, thanks to her initial encouragement, let him have a good memory.
Even if the outcome is painful, but once had, is also a kind of happiness.
Su Mei watched him leave, and her depression lasted for a long time.
Tang Yaoyao looked sideways and saw that she was in a trance. He waved to her: "beauty, come here."
"Well."
Su Mei came over and sat down beside her, looking at her charming face. In her mind is the face of the milk girl, different beauty, different warmth.
At this moment, she really missed the milk girl.
She clenched Su Mei's hand, as if to find a subtle sustenance, asked in a low voice: "brother Yao, in this world, there is really reincarnation, past and present?"
"Yes."
Without hesitation, she answered directly.
If not, why is she reborn?
"Can you calculate that the milk girl has been reincarnated? How is she doing now? "
Tang Yaoyao held her hand and patted the back of her hand: "as long as there is no bad thing done in this life, we will be rich in the next life."
"Really?"
Tang Yaoyao's voice softened with a smile: "what can I cheat you to do?"
"Brother Yao..."
Su Mei called her, and then she burst into tears.
Tang Yaoyao gently patted her back: "cry, cry, just like, some people, some things, can only be put in the heart."
Su Mei is crying very hard.
She is not Su Mei. She can't understand the pain of her friend's tragic death, but she can vaguely feel the pain of loss.
In this life, the most frightening thing in the world is to get something and lose it in the end
She gently closed her eyes, through the miss of Su Mei, saw the milk sister.
Her hair is not long, chin length, dark and shiny, similar to Su Mei's previous style.
She has a pair of round eyes, in the sun, showing brown, nose is not particularly strong, but very small, a sweet peach lips, very glossy.
Milk sister's skin is also very white, like a rare jade, beautiful.
But, her mood is very bad, that pair of beautiful eyes like a cat only left a layer of dead gray, no bit of vitality.
Step by step, she went to the top of the teaching building. Every step was heavy.
It was only when I stood on the balcony that there was a light in my eyes. It was dark, but I was attached to it.
She bowed her head. One step forward was darkness, and the next was life.
Gradually, cry up, slowly squat down.
She didn't want to die, but she couldn't find a way to get rid of it. She didn't want to suffer so much, only to get rid of it.
Once, someone said to her, how nice it is to be alive. If you have the courage to seek death, why don't you have the courage to survive?
But they didn't understand her pain and couldn't feel her torment.
For her, it takes courage to live, while death is liberation.
She can't pretend to listen to the comfort of others, and can't drink the chicken soup that can make her happy.
As if no one else could bear the pain she had suffered.
She's cowardly. She doesn't have the courage to survive.
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