The night is suitable for the quiet soul in silence, listening to the radio and enjoying every minute and every second...

The day of life is too impetuous, the busy work and some trivial matters are too confusing, and on a quiet night, listening to the comfortable radio can bring peace of mind.

The storyteller's voice is so magnetic and sounds too comfortable. With the beautiful background music, the overall feeling is like lying on the grass and looking at the beautiful starry sky, natural.

Soul night talk, many voices can be heard on the radio, and there will be a feeling like this: I am not lonely late at night, there are always people who have the same mood as me who feel the quiet and faint joy with me in other corners.

If you listen too much music, you will feel so tired. However, the music you hear on the radio will feel very beautiful. Although some music is not the type I like, it also sounds very nice. Perhaps, it is the atmosphere in the radio that gives those music wonderful meaning...

Listening to the radio is not only to comfort my soul, but also to think, imagine, and experience... This is not only a nutritional inhalation of my spiritual world, but also another hidden growth.

What did I hear?

When I heard that I felt like I was telling my thoughts on the radio or telling my own stories on the radio...

What did I think of?

I thought that if I could, I should listen quietly to some broadcasts of my heart stories at night every once in a while, so I could really calm down and see the enjoyment time of my soul...

I personally feel that radio broadcast I heard that time is pretty good, and I can express it in one sentence: "If you have flowers bloom, butterflies will come."

If you want beautiful things to come to your side, you must grow up well and make your mentality better. When the "self" flower comes brilliantly, the "beautiful" butterflies will naturally fly over.

Whatever you believe, you are.

On the night of listening to the radio, I don’t want to go to bed early because I’m enjoying it.

Time continues to go.

Did God deliberately make this arrangement?

I didn't listen to the radio for so many days, but suddenly I wanted to listen to the radio for the early morning of that day, and I listened for so long. She didn't come to my QQ space for so many days, but I unexpectedly chose to come at the late morning of that day. In this way, I had a slight "collision"...

Listening to the radio, I immediately lost the tranquility. I couldn't feel anything I heard. All my attention was on what she came to see in my QQ space...

I read it for a while and was stunned! The content of the diaries she read included some topics about other girls I like.

No way?! So many articles are not read, but when I see them, they are all logs that I am afraid of her misunderstanding? So the question comes again? Why am I afraid of her misunderstanding? We are not a couple, why do I care so much about her thinking?

I don't know, I don't know, it suddenly became messy...

I thought she would not come to my space again in the short term after reading a certain journal I wrote. It was the Chinese Valentine's Day the day before yesterday. I thought she would come. The first thing she did when she woke up was to turn on the space on her phone to see if she had come. As a result, she didn't think she would care about me anymore...

But she came in the early morning that day, I...I...

Actually, I thought about adding her to QQ during the Chinese Valentine's Day, hoping that if she passes my verification, she will not delete me again.

However, I think there is still something missing, maybe it doesn’t feel strong enough. So, on the Chinese Valentine’s Day, I didn’t add her to QQ.

At that time, I felt enough! I felt that even if I would go to a far place soon, adding her to QQ is still very meaningful...

Maybe after adding her to QQ, she still didn't want to talk to me more, but at least she could see the mood I expressed naturally. I could also see the mood she expressed naturally.

So, that time I decided to add her, regardless of whether she passed my verification or not, at least, I had added.

But the scene that appeared afterwards made me collapse...

Add her, QQ, I thought I wanted to write some verification information, but hers was not. She set up a way to answer questions.

The question is what color is her favorite.

I was actually in a daze for a while, without any impression in my mind. I don’t know if I had never known the colors she liked before, or if I forgot about the reunion of those years, or if I had never remembered them at all?

I feel so uneasy inside, I...what am I?

I, unnaturally fill in the light blue answer. Wrong!

Red, error!

Green, error!

Burgundy, wrong!

Golden, wrong!

Black, wrong!

Pink, wrong!

Error! Error......

Every attempt and every error displayed makes me feel heartbroken again like an arrow...

When I was with her before, what was my mentality? Why did I forget or didn’t even know her favorite color?

My heart seems to feel guilty, and it is right for her to not be with me. I don’t understand love, I really don’t understand, even this simple question, I don’t know...

A corner of the worldview still inevitably fell off! I can't see my own view of love clearly... What is a lover? I don't understand...

When I tried the answer purple, I was finally correct and I could make notes. But I felt that I had no face to face her. The previous words turned into arrows of lies and big talk shot towards my own heart, all of which were illusory... I can't see through...

My hand trembled and exited, stopping her from adding her.

I feel that the world is right. Those who are close and distant may be to let me see how naive I am and don’t understand love... and I still foolishly think I am... Haha! It doesn’t matter anymore, it doesn’t matter anymore...

I am indeed suitable to be my Sagittarius. What a difficult problem to understand...

It seems that the only thing I remembered her at that time was her birthday. I have forgotten all her other hobbies and I have no impression of her...

I had enough crying before, but although I was very distressed at that time, I no longer had tears.

Sagittarius should be laughing. Even if he loses a certain beautiful meaning, he should be laughing...

Life still needs to continue.

I still need to grow up... (To be continued)
Chapter completed!