tangananI mean, is this really okay if I tell my family?!
tangananBut you told me in such a sure tone before...
yiyaoDo you believe anyone's words unconditionally?
tangananNot so, because it's you.
Her voice is getting lower and lower.
yiyaoI'm not a prophet, 100% guaranteed something.
yiyaoSome things you never know if you don't do them.
yiyaoThat's your business, not mine.
yiyaoYou've taken a lot of steps, not bad.
Although she didn't understand very well, she didn't dare to keep Yi Yao, she was afraid that she would be treated rudely.
The other party could either ridicule or make a move, but she didn't dare.
yiyaoWhat are you afraid of?
yiyaoYou have enough to lose, of course there may be more in the future.
yiyaoYou saw what happened to Tang Xiaomi.
yiyaoFor those precious things you haven't lost yet, give it a try.
Unexpectedly, I didn't get ridicule like my cousin.
She looked up at Yi Yao's shining eyes.
Suddenly I had a bottom line.
tangananThank you... Thank you!
The girl hugged the schoolbag and thanked him loudly. There were many things she wanted to thank, but when she thought about it carefully, there was only one thing.
Yi Yao pushed her forward, there was no doubt about it.
What Tang Xiaomi taught her didn't get better, she had to try what Yi Yao taught her.
A muffled thunder sounded, like mountains and rivers collapsing aggressively. Seeing that Tang An'an was so frightened that his face was bloodless, Yi Yao patted her on the shoulder.
She suddenly thought of the English word that Ruan Jin said before.
yiyaoDo you know Petrichor?
tangananCome to think of it, I memorized it in a big English dictionary.
It's a lot better to be distracted.
yiyaoTake a deep breath, do you smell the fragrance of the earth after the rain?
Tang An An did as he did.
Although I don't know what Yi Yao means, it is always right to do so.
yiyaoThat word describes such a scent.
yiyaoIf you are afraid, think more about being able to smell such a fresh fragrance after a rainstorm and lightning, and maybe it will be better.
Although he didn't know if this method was useful, Tang Anan did muster up the courage to leave.
Yi Yao took a deep breath again, the fragrance really smelled good, but it was very lonely.
Many times in Yi Yao's mind, Ruan Jin was alone in the courtyard full of dilapidated dolls, smelling the fragrance of the soil alone.
Old people often say, dust to dust, dust to dust.
The soil is given the deep meaning of burying the end of everything and breaking out of the ground to be reborn.
There is nothing in the world that will not end. If you come to the end of the dead end and feel that you will not come back to life, then bury it in the soil.
One day, it will be reborn in the dust and dirt with your hope.
Ruan Jin should also think so, she buried her own way and return.
Waiting, waiting alone, the flower watered by the river of grief against the current is reborn.