There is no cure for love

The wedding of Zhirou and Chen Jinting was held as scheduled. In the end, Lu Yun did not ask Lawson to be his partner, and Chen Jinting's cousin came to fill the gap. Fortunately, the two got along well.

Zhirou held Chen Jinting's arm and smiled sweetly, with a happy expression on her face as she accepted blessings from relatives and friends. The happy expression on her face was even brighter than when she married Shen Yi seven years ago.

They were reading their vows and exchanging rings.

I stood next to Lin Heng and reached out to take his arm. For a moment, I mistakenly thought that today was my wedding with him. For the first time, I wore a very formal dress, a white knee-length tube top skirt.

, the makeup artist did exquisite makeup for me, but it couldn't hide the loneliness in my eyes.

The huge banquet hall was filled with joy. When Zhirou said "I do" loudly, tears fell together with the cheers of relatives and friends. Chen Jinting couldn't help but hugged Zhirou and kissed the bride at the encouragement of relatives and friends.

.I pulled a tissue and quickly wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of my eyes. While I was happy for Zhirou, I felt extremely sad.

I know that Lin Heng can never give me even a simple wedding.

He couldn't say those three words to me.

Hearing me crying, when Lin Heng reached out to hold my hand, I whispered, "Look, they are so happy." I didn't look at his face, but I could clearly feel him holding my hand tightly.

.At that moment I was truly desperate.

I originally wanted to ask him if he was willing to marry me. If so, then I was willing to put aside everything in the past and live a good life with him. No matter how many Song Nianqing or red roses, I didn't care. But at that moment, I woke up. He didn't

Yes, he will not marry me.

I can't cut myself into a wound that hasn't healed yet.

When I turned around to wipe my tears, I saw a familiar figure in the corner of the crowd. I followed his footsteps with my eyes, and when I turned the corner, I saw his profile.

Oh my god, it's Shen Yi. He came to attend Zhirou's wedding? Did Zhirou invite him?

No, it's impossible for Zhirou to invite him.

What about him?

I looked at Shen Yi's leaving back, the lonely and disappointed expression on his side face, and I suddenly understood the source of the loss on his face. I couldn't help but sigh, what is love? Only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it? Only when you lose it do you know how to regret it.

?

So is Lin Heng the same?

I turned around and looked at Lin Heng blankly, with mixed feelings in my heart.

When the wedding banquet was over, Zhirou changed into the cheongsam I gave her and went out to see off the guests. I saw her slightly bulging belly, where a little life was being gestated. Zhirou came over to hug me, and I whispered in her ear, "You

You must be happy, be a happy wife and a happy mother.

She sobbed on my shoulder and said, "Mauren, you also want to be happy. It's your turn next time. Even if you get married, I will still be your bridesmaid."

I smiled through my tears, nodded, and then pulled Chen Jinting over, "Take good care of Zhirou, and you will always be happy."

Lu Yun stopped drinking for her and got very drunk. Chen Jinting asked someone to send him to his room to rest. Lin Heng and I went back home. I thought that I couldn't say goodbye to her, and I regretted not hugging her just now.

Lu Yun has helped me a lot over the years.

On the way back, Lin Heng and I didn't speak. It was obvious that we had our own thoughts. As soon as I walked in, I hugged him, took off my high heels and stood on tiptoe to kiss him, kissing him crazily. I swear, I never

I have never been so enthusiastic.

He also responded to me frantically, holding my waist with one hand and starting to unzip the dress with the other.

That night, Lin Heng and I made love like crazy and repeated it several times. I used all my strength to make him feel my presence. I bit him hard on the shoulder. I wanted him to remember me. I

Bite it hard, because only pain can be unforgettable.

At three o'clock in the morning, Lin Heng was already asleep. I got up and got dressed and went to the study to get paper and pen to write him a letter.

Lin Heng:

I have made up my mind to leave you countless times, but this time, I really did it.

I originally thought that the only thing missing between us was time, so I have been standing there for twelve years, waiting for you to look back. I thought you would look back. And as soon as you look back, you will find me, standing there waiting for you.

However, everything is just what I thought.

A long time ago, you said to me, Mo Lin, I was attracted by the red roses written by Zhang Ailing. Finally, you met Song Nianqing, the red rose that deeply attracted you. After graduation, I haven’t seen Song for many years, but I know,

She is still the same as she was in high school, beautiful, generous, enthusiastic and cheerful. You said you like her enthusiasm, pride and ambition. But I don't have any of these things you like about her.

Lin Heng, we have known each other for more than ten years. Falling in love with you is a natural thing. I still remember the way you looked under the camphor tree on campus when you were stepping on the sunshine that fell from the gaps in the trees when you first entered high school.

Wearing a white shirt, you were engraved in my sixteen-year-old heart. Since then, I have never left. I think you must not remember that on the first day of school, I stood at the gate and your mother came to ask for directions.

After I answered "I don't know," you still gave me a smile with bright eyes and white teeth.

Do you know? That smile is engraved in my heart. It is like a brand that I will never forget in this life.

Lin Heng, I am a long-term and nostalgic person. It is difficult to like a person or a thing, but once I like it, I will never look back and go to the dark side. So I have been unable to let others like you all these years.

Instead, when you left last time, I told myself that I should give up, but I received your text message again. My persistence, or in other words, my attachment and reluctance to you, drove me to accept you again.

You. Sometimes, I feel that I am quite cheap, always using love as an excuse to abandon my self-esteem.

Later I thought, if I hadn't received your text message that day, if I hadn't gone back to open the door for you, if we hadn't started, maybe I wouldn't be in such pain now.

But what if, it is impossible to turn back time. If time could be turned back, then none of this would seem so precious, and the pain would not be so profound.

Lin Heng, it is impossible for me to forget you, but I know that I may not love you anymore. If one day we meet again, I will smile. At that time, I will no longer be sad and anxious for you. I will be decent.

I treat you like a stranger. At that time, I may have learned to love myself a little more. After all, I have really wronged myself in these years. Lu Yun and others always said that I gave everything for you without any hesitation, but in my case

It seems that I love you, I love you, so I am willing to do everything for you.

It's also because I love you that my love becomes the knife in your hand, stabbing me deeply every time.

However, I know very well that love can never be forced. No one is right or wrong between us. You are good enough, you just don't love me.

Really, you are good enough, you just don't love me.

Lin Heng, I know you are going to leave me and go back to your red rose. So, this time, I will leave first. I can’t leave looking at your back every time, right? I also have my pride.

And self-respecting, hehe.

But, Lin Heng, have you ever asked why a moth flies into the fire?

Because she is willing.

Forget it, that’s all.

Goodbye, Lin Heng. Remember that I once loved you so effortlessly.

——Maureen Today

When I took the luggage I had prepared and left, Lin Heng was still sleeping deeply. I looked at the man I had loved for twelve years for the last time and kissed his forehead.

The rent for the house has just been paid for a year. He can continue to live in it or leave. I quit my job in Taili early and took the time to go back to Nanzhen to visit my mother last week. I paid a fee that was enough for her.

It took several months. I prepared everything and left long-planned.

Lin Heng would never know that I had met Song Nianqing. I didn't tell him, and Song Nianqing was a smart enough woman, and she wouldn't tell either.

When I discovered clues about him one after another, the appearance of Song Nianqing proved that all my guesses were correct. I swallowed my anger to the point where I even despised myself.

On the day when Zhirou was trying on the wedding dress, I met Song Nianqing. To be precise, she was waiting for me there. She took advantage of Zhirou to try on the wedding dress and walked towards me. She said, "Xu Molin, I'm at the coffee shop on the corner of the street."

I'll wait for you in the hall. See you there or not." She was very confident.

She calls me Xu Molin, and everything about her is still where it was then.

The three words Xu Molin came out of her mouth lightly. I felt sick.

When I arrived at the coffee shop, Song Nianqing was sipping a cup of coffee elegantly. Even her sitting posture was so charming. I asked the waiter to bring me some water to drink. She kept a very appropriate smile and didn't look like she was here at all.

It looked like a demonstration. It was just ridicule and disdain in that smile. I knew what she was going to say. I had already expected it this day, and there was no surprise at all.

"Xu Molin, long time no see." She said.

"Long time no see? Are you kidding me? We've seen each other in the cinema a long time ago. It hasn't been too long." I said lightly. In fact, I already felt a wave of courage in my heart.

Everything that happened twelve years ago is still vivid in my mind. The words Song Nianqing said that day lingered and echoed in my ears, bringing me back to the memory of twelve years ago.

"Then why are you so stubborn? In other words, you will feel happier if you stick to things that don't belong to you. I didn't expect that your heart is far less pure than your appearance." Song Nianqing's words were full of sarcasm and provocation. I

She did not underestimate her at all. Not only did she have a beautiful appearance, but she also had such a sharp mouth. She was as smart as Lin Heng and fell into trouble again and again. "You have changed a lot over the years.

She leaned forward slightly, came closer to me and said provocatively, "I'm much prettier after plastic surgery, but it's the result of plastic surgery, isn't it? What you looked like in the past is still fresh in our memories."

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I could clearly feel myself shaking.

"Song Nianqing, please pay attention to your wording. Lin Heng is not a cat or a dog that I can tie up and play with. He can come and walk by himself. I will never stop him. Why do you need to ridicule me?" I said unhurriedly.

Answer her without showing any weakness, only you know the fear in your heart.

Song Nianqing took a sip of coffee and continued, "It seems that we underestimated you, Xu Molin." She smiled softly, "Ah Heng has been worried that you can't accept it. I was just thinking, you are so strong,

You can definitely accept it. You clearly know that he knew exactly what I did to you back then, but you can still be by his side without hesitation, doing things like cows and horses, asking for help, you see, your mental endurance is really good.

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It turned out that Lin Heng knew everything. He knew everything Song Nianqing did to me! I suddenly felt how pathetic and pitiful I was.

Seeing me trembling, Song Nianqing must have felt very happy. She looked at me and laughed so hard.

There was no need to continue, so I asked the waiter to pay the bill. Before I left, I said to her, "Song Nianqing, I, Mo Lin, never force anything. You are so smart and beautiful, why do you need to find confidence in me. What I did

It's all of my own free will, and I deserve it, but no matter what, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson. Who do you think you are?"

Song Nianqing's expression immediately changed. He picked up the coffee on the table and threw it in my face. My white shirt was immediately stained. Fortunately, I took off my coat when I entered the door.

Public humiliation is Song Nianqing's usual tactic. In twelve years, she really hasn't changed at all.

"Xu Molin, take a look at it. What do you think you are? Do you think you can seduce Lin Heng after plastic surgery and you become prettier? You don't even look at what you are! I tell you, you'd better get out right away.

!Do you think Lin Heng likes you? If he likes you, he will rekindle his old relationship with me? If he likes you, I can call him away from you with just a text message when I return to China? If he likes you, can you still be with me?

Booking a room in a hotel? You spend time with him every day, and you still tolerate it even though you have discovered the clues. Are you not being a bitch?"

Twelve years ago, I allowed you to bully me, and I will do the same again twelve years later? Song Nianqing, you are so proud!

I finally had no excuse to convince myself to continue pretending that I didn’t know. How did Song Nianqing find me? She just found me in the photo studio after reading the text message I sent to Lin Heng who stayed away all night.

Everything is too obvious.

I looked at Song Nianqing coldly. She was like a proud peacock, looking at me with her hands intertwined, arrogant and disdainful.

I turned around, picked up my bag and coat, and left, wiped the coffee on my face, and wiped it clean with my sleeves. I didn’t leave, and I didn’t run away like Song Nianqing wanted.

I picked up the coffee and threw it at Song Nianqing with lightning speed, aiming at her face.

The cup of coffee had just been served, and it was piping hot. Just holding the ceramic cup, the handle of the cup was extremely hot.

"Song Nianqing, remember, no one in this world can be bullied by you. So what if you have a face like a flower? You are not as heart-like as a snake or a scorpion. You are beautiful, so what?" After saying that, I snapped.

He put down the cup with a thud and walked away.

Song Nianqing's roar sounded behind me. She must have wanted to kill me at this moment.

Lu Yun said that just like Meng Zhirou, they are all poor people. Twelve years later, I finally got tough and fought for myself.

I didn't tell Zhirou or Lu Yun that Song Nianqing would see me again. I believed that my best friends would stand up for me, especially Lu Yun. She would definitely go crazy and seek revenge on Song Nianqing. The hardships I have suffered over the years,

She and Zhirou witnessed it with their own eyes.

After the train going south passed through the long tunnel, the east began to glow with fish belly white. I sent an email to Zhirou and Lu Yun on the train, and I told her that I had learned to choose. It was extremely difficult for me to walk on the road of love. Here I am

Through the tortuous process, I experienced the pain and sweetness of loving someone. I spent too much time on love, and now, I have to learn to love myself more. I want her to believe that I will come back, so there is no need to look for me.

If you have time, help me go see my mother.

Things outside the window flashed before my eyes. I felt very tired and drowsy. I had a long dream. In the dream, there was a boy in white stepping on the sun under the camphor tree in the autumn when I was sixteen, and there was a bright scene.

In the self-study class before the college entrance examination in the classroom, the boy in white gently touched the sleeping girl next to him with his pen, "Molin, Molin, the teacher is here." However, the girl did not get up, nor did her lazy eyes.

He opened the door. "Lin Heng, don't lie to me. I'll sleep for a while, just for a while." Then he turned sideways and continued to sleep.

If there is a next life, I would rather be a fish with only seven seconds of memory. I can remember a person or a relationship for a short time.

Just turn around and start again.