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The impression that there is no hair on your mouth and you can't do things well is one aspect, and more importantly, if you have no evidence, why should people believe you?

A person's life is actually like a practice, and it is easy to be misled by unreliable thoughts. Any thought that has not been carefully considered, if it is put into practice, may change a person's fate.

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When Zhao Fusheng returned to the dormitory, Wang Zhen and Wen Yu were not there, they should have gone to play basketball.On the contrary, it was Tan Kaixuan, who sat there biting the pen and didn't know what he was thinking about.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Fusheng said abruptly when he walked to Tan Kaixuan's side.

"Scared me to death!"

Tan Kaixuan was obviously taken aback, jumped up and glared at Zhao Fusheng: "Go aside, don't delay my business."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile.

He probably already guessed what it was. Tan Kaixuan was probably writing a love letter to the goddess Zhou Qing, whom he had a crush on. Zhao Fusheng remembered it clearly. It was at this time in his last life that this guy wrote a nondescript love letter to Zhou Qing. Was thrown away.

It is said that Zhou Qing later went abroad and married a foreigner, and divorced within a few years because of domestic violence.

"Well, I want to write a letter to Hu Xia." Tan Kaixuan said coyly, with a look of embarrassment.

But at that moment, Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

"Who? Hu Xia?"

"What's the matter, don't you like her too?"

Tan Kaixuan was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng felt as if something was burnt in his chest, and there was darkness in front of him, as if the endless night wrapped him up, he turned his head and took out his address book, and the moment he opened the notebook, Zhao Fusheng's heart began to tangle.

Zhou Qing, Zheng Yuanfeng, Ji Zhijie, Yuan Lu...

All the names in the memory disappeared.

Instead, Hu Xia, Lin Hai, Yu Xiaoxiao...

After a long time, Tan Kaixuan's cautious voice sounded in Zhao Fusheng's ear: "Well, what's wrong with you?"

Only then did Zhao Fusheng come back to his senses, but saw Tan Kaixuan looking at him with concern.

He smiled: "I'm fine, it's just that my heart felt a little uncomfortable just now."

"Scared me, I thought you were upset because I heard that I was going to confess my love to Hu Xia." Tan Kaixuan patted his chest.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No, I'm not familiar with her."

He is really unfamiliar, because Zhao Fusheng has never heard of this name, and has no memory of this person at all. He finally realized that the place he is in is different from the original world after all.

Certain parts of life are torn apart by the power of time, and finally separated from one's own life, which is a kind of helpless pain and torture.

Fortunately, in the remaining life, the important people are still there.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng felt that his chest was stuffy.

"Fusheng, do you think Hu Xia will accept me?" At this time, Tan Kaixuan's voice rang in Zhao Fusheng's ear, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

"It should be..." After hesitating for a while, Zhao Fusheng said listlessly.He really didn't know, because he didn't know who this Hu Xia was.

"The problem is, I don't know what poems to write for her." Tan Kaixuan looked bitter.

"Write poetry?"

Seeing Tan Kaixuan's bitter expression, Zhao Fusheng was at a loss, and then realized that it was still [-], and the way to chase girls in college was either love letters, or singing in other people's dormitories with a guitar .

But if I remember correctly, Tan Kaixuan, no matter if it's a love poem or a love song, he can't do it.

Turning over and lying down, Zhao Fusheng felt that he should honestly think about how to make money. It is better not to get involved in this kind of love affair.

"Hey, hey, you don't have any loyalty at all." Tan Kaixuan didn't intend to let Zhao Fusheng go like this, so he rushed over and turned Zhao Fusheng's body around, and the two of them faced each other: "My lifelong happiness lies in everything. You have it."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, and really wanted to tell him, you don't have to dream, your true destiny is not Hu Xia at all.

But the most depressing thing is that no one knows the truth except himself, and Zhao Fusheng can't guarantee that in this world that is different from what he remembers, will Hu Xia reject Tan Kaixuan like Zhou Qing did? decided to come.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng pushed Tan Kaixuan away and stretched out a finger: "Jixianju."

The meaning is very simple, I help write a love letter to this guy, and Tan Kaixuan has to treat him to the best barbecue restaurant near the school, Jixianju.

Tan Kaixuan hesitated for a long time. For his own happiness, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, but if she rejects me, it doesn't count."

The implication is that if Hu Xia rejects him, then Zhao Fusheng's meal will be ruined.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a while, but it was fair, so he nodded in agreement.

Finding a piece of paper, Zhao Fusheng spread it out, picked up a pen, and began to bow his head and meditate.

After a while, he started to write a few words on the paper.

"That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.

In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for extension, just to touch your fingerprints.

That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust, not to go to the Buddha, but just to be close to your warmth.

In that life, I rummaged through hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way.

At that moment, I flew into a fairy, not for longevity, but for keeping you safe and happy. "

This world is still the world in my memory. Although many things are different, what the creation gives me is not only a chance to start again, but also those who have left around me, maybe just to let me connect with them. copies, and start over together.

Chapter 13 The brightest star in the night sky

Tan Kaixuan was completely dumbfounded. After Zhao Fusheng's words were written, he knelt down.

"Fusheng, Lao Zhao, you are my brother, my dear brother!" Tan Kaixuan said excitedly. Although he studied advertising, he was still half a literary youth after all. Why couldn't he see that Zhao Fusheng's song Poetry is quite level.

Although there is a difference between Yangchun Baixue and Xialiba people in literature, at least it is good or bad, and it can still be distinguished at a glance.

Seeing Tan Kaixuan running out excitedly, Zhao Fusheng shook his head speechlessly. For him, there was really nothing to be excited about. If he remembered this poem correctly, it should be a lyrics, but because now Because the Internet is not developed, so it is unknown.

The content of the poem is not important, what is important is the emotion that the poem expresses.

Sitting in the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng's mind was not on Tan Kaixuan.

From the very beginning when he realized that the world he was reborn in was a bit different from the original one, he was already mentally prepared that even those famous celebrities would disappear, not to mention the people around him.The only thing to be thankful for is that the familiar people are still there, which can be regarded as God of Destiny being merciful.