24. Contract 99.
Contract 99
♪ Love you as one ♪
My husband doesn’t love me, and of course I don’t.
This marriage…
Not so good!
One.
I didn’t get forced, I didn’t get anxious, I didn’t want to have a baby.
Marriage is a life of company; whoever dies first, the rest collects the body.
Two.
From that day on, I was sitting in a flat café, where a conversation between a man and a woman automatically floated into my ear and I was forced to become a melon eater.
“Is this a school room? I’m sorry.
“Not really. I’m sorry.
“When are you going to buy a car? I’m sorry.
“Not going to. I’m sorry.
“When do you plan to have a child, one or two? I’m sorry.
“No plan. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The woman was obviously angry and said, “What did you say today about marriage? I’m sorry.
“My goal is to get married, and two people are married because of a contract protected by law, that’s all. I’m sorry.
“Good luck finding someone who will marry you soon. I’m sorry.
Women don’t head back out of the door, I suddenly want to meet the man behind me, and I feel like I’m about to get to him.
I stood up and pretended to keep my head down and pack my bags, and I was blindfolded by my hair, and I sometimes looked.
Let’s talk if you look good.
Who call me a dog.
It’s a pretty handsome guy, and I’m a social cow.
The angle of the mouth, with the right radical smile, sat directly opposite him. He only looked at me gently, until I could explain.
“Hello, I think we can go on with that. I’m sorry.
And then I succeeded in getting his identity information, and this subject was perfect in all respects, and in almost equal conditions of family, education and appearance.
These, of course, are just the additions, and what really touched me is his idea of marriage, which, in short, is the legal cohabitation of two people, and the marriage in a narrow sense.
He came up with a first draft of the contract that had been prepared, and several of the previous dates had been discouraged by his amazing words without insisting on seeing the contract.
Article 1: The spouses, while in the name of the husband and wife, do not have to act as husband and wife
Article 2: The most basic moral norms are to be observed by both parties during the life of the marriage and to be faithful to the partner
I don’t know.
Article 51: Where the other party is working at home, he or she shall be given space
Article 52: Active cooperation of either party in responding to family, relatives, friends, etc.
I don’t know.
Article 99: Marriage between two persons until the death of one or both of them
The last one is thick.
“But, I handed him the contract, and I looked him in the eye, and I looked him in the eye, and I said, “What if there was true love?” I’m sorry.
He was asked to choke, and then he said, “I didn’t think about it, because it would not have existed. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
I repeat what he said, with his right hand finger down on the wood table, the black coffee in the white china cup is cold, and the light music spreads its nerves.
“There is nothing impossible, even if it is only one in a million, and even if it is now impossible, it will not be completely overturned in the coming period. I’m sorry.
“Theoretically, but emotions are subjective and not irresistible. I’ve only been married once in my life, and I want to be the one who walks with me for life. I’m sorry.
That’s exactly what made me so determined to get married. Controlling one ‘ s feelings means that there are not so many complex disputes, whether internal or external.
After the mutual identification, the red book arrived in hand.
And I laughed, and said to him, “Have a nice day, dear husband. I’m sorry.
When he heard the word “husband”, he was clearly dazzled, and he couldn’t see the anger, but he took my words.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
3
The price of a house in Yong City is within the reach of both sides, and each of us buys a flat with half the money, and so on.
We’re in some trouble because of the epidemic. It’s time-saving.
When the new house was built, we went back to each other and talked about what we thought, and he would soon understand my thoughts and I would take them seriously.
Both of them are working together to find a balance between the bottom lines and try to make themselves comfortable.
I’ve changed all my notes to “husband.”
The husband is good everywhere, the kitchen is small, clean and clean, and he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good.
Anyway, I found the treasure.
But it didn’t take long to find out that my treasure was a little… scared of cockroaches?
I leaned by the door, stretching out a laziness and staring blindly into the living room.
300 degrees of near-sightedness only saw a man wandering around, with a blurry contours coming out. The eyes were dazzled and saw the panic on his face for a second.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I’m up against.
The imagination spread out in a moment, and he pulled me back from the sky from the sky.
Roach, cockroach, cockroach! I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I was so shocked that I went back to my room without thinking about it, and his shivering lines revealed a little despair.
The couple was supposed to be the same tree bird, and they were on their own.
A joke. Is that what I am?
The glasses on the wake-up cabinet were washed out of the door and the cockroach’s hideout was precisely found, and a cup was buttoned to death.
The light of the hour moved to my hand, and the shock struck me a few times, and the eyes were confused.
“What are you going to do with this gentleman? I’m sorry.
He swallowed saliva, “Stow away.” I’m sorry.
After I had dealt with it, he looked at me with unease, repeatedly confirming that the cockroaches had been eliminated, and he tried to avoid looking at me.
Hey, everyone has something to fear, and I’m not gonna laugh at him.
I’ll make two easy breakfasts soon, he’ll go to work when he’s finished in peace.
I touched his belly, missed his craftsmanship, smiled at his back, “Boy, go quickly! I’m sorry.
I saw him standing at the door for two seconds, and I stopped smiling.
Once the ball is over, it screams.
I pretended to have opened the computer, raised my ears quietly, closed the door and breathed, and opened the code.
I’m a full-time author, who has survived a perfect period of madness and has spelled out an economic freedom. After all, I have always been convinced that the economic fundamentals determine the superstructure.
It’s boring going through the circle of friends, and it’s a compliment to Dad for the trip he just sent.
Mom and Dad were tricked out by me, and I thought it might be hard for them to accept the news of my sudden marriage.
When I had an idea of non-marriage, they were premeditated, and they were enlightened, and they said that everything was mine, and that they were not beggars.
But every time I think Mom’s got a little bit of a “I’m still too young” in her eyes, I’m used to quoting Bernard Shaw.
“Get married if you want, stay single if you want, and you’ll regret it anyway. I’m sorry.
I’m just kidding. I don’t regret anyone.
In this state, single and married.
Oh, I’m such a smartass.
4
Today it’s my turn to cook and I shed tears from my mouth.
My cooking can only be said to be all right, but it’s not easy, and I seriously suspect that he actually graduated from the new east.
Potato eggs, they’re very hot, they’re full of sauce, they’re a little sweet for tomatoes, they’re fish and cheese, they’re chubby, they’re sweet, and they’re delicious.
I have a sudden urge to cry and to lament my blessing.
It is said that to capture a woman’s heart, you must first seize her stomach.
Man, you did it.
I blew him a rainbow fart.
His face was a bit shaky, and two long, dense crows shivered and his eyes were warm. It took him a long time to say, “Thank you. I’m sorry.
And then he stopped talking and ate his head, and he was quiet, in stark contrast to me.
And I choked, “There is nothing to eat for a man who is alive.” I’m sorry.
It was only then that he had time to look up and look at me, and the lightness of his eyes followed my back, and he didn’t know what it meant.
After eating and sitting on the couch, he looked at me from time to time and looked like he wanted to talk.
Tell me!
I’ve got a nice smile in my mouth, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“I have a reunion tomorrow. Do you have a minute? It’s okay not to go. He asked me carefully.
“Go on!”
I’m not conceiting, I promise. I’m a free man anyway. Time’s flexible, and article 52 of the contract says.
It was when the passions were high at that meal that made it easier for me to say crazy things at first.
“Do you have any demands on my image for tomorrow? Is it all over the courtyard or is it just a quiet little wife? I’m sorry.
For the first time in my life, I’ve been more forthcoming than I’ve ever been, and I’ve always been happy to challenge the unknown.
Give me a little more credit for my professionalism.
It’s easy to laugh and I don’t know if it’s my fault.
“Just press normal. I’m sorry.
“OK. I’m sorry.
I’m out of a sign, I’m up in the air, and I’m already out of my closet, and I’m starting to screen the right clothes.
“That’s right. Any of your ex-girlfriends? Or if there’s ever been an emotional problem, can you get me ready? I’m sorry.
He looked at me without an expression.
I’m scared.
Shit, look at my mouth. What if it hurts? It could have involved privacy, and I laughed at two circles, “I, I, I, I just changed.” I’m sorry.
I’m gonna change the subject, “When tomorrow?” I’m sorry.
“In the afternoon. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
“I don’t have an ex-girlfriend. * He lays down his curtains, whispers. *
“Well, what did you say? I’m sorry.
I’m focused on picking up my clothes, and I’m losing my hearing without my glasses, and I’m going through my ears with a blurry set of characters, and I’m going to look at him.
This time, he didn’t look me in the eye, looked me in the eye, and said again, “I don’t have an ex-girlfriend. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
I calmed down and noded like an old dog, but I was crazy about the bullet screen:
This man’s not really in love, is he?
What rare species did I meet?
I’d rather believe in ghosts than men’s mouths.
Are you kidding me? No need, really no need…
He’s staring at me like he wants to see my heart. I noticed at this point that there was a tear mole at the end of his eye, shaking his smile.
Holy shit!
Heart move for a second.
In a moment, the rare smile on his face disappeared and he wrinkled and asked, “Miss Jing, second contract, loyal to the partner.” It seems that your trust in me has yet to improve. I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
“I just don’t want to cause any unnecessary misunderstanding in this regard. I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
I’m serious.
“In case of any complex emotional experience, Ms. Xin may also be the first to tell me that I am prepared for an emergency. I’m sorry.
“Sir, your confidence in me still needs to be improved. “I took his words.
And the two eyes were facing each other without a single moment, and none turned away, and the meaning of the words was clear to everyone.
5
When I opened the door, I caught a glimpse of the beauty.
Vanity gets a little satisfied.
It’s nothing.
“Are you leaving? I was just pretending to ask.
He’s still got big eyes, a bit of twirl, no wonder.
Took his arm out the door and drove to his destination.
There is not an old lover at this dinner, nor is there any dramatic conflict, but only human beings everywhere.
I don’t like it, but I’m dealing with it as if it’s a natural gift, and I’m surprised.
I’m used to laughing, polite, crazy, ironic … it’s easy.
And when others smite me, We turn back with a smile, and push back the needles in the cotton, and when others exaggerate, I laugh, and I take it as a truth, and when others bragging before me, I laugh, and with my brevity and ignorance, I shut it.
In fact, sometimes I hear things and wonder about the wonders of the world.
I couldn’t bear it. I laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” I’m sorry.
“Just laugh if you want. “I’m picking the frown.
The sun had just set, and the hour of a meal had been completely dark, and the twilight light on the side of the road, which had been drinking, was asleep and led to a few moths flying.
I felt a bit empty and hungry, and today I was running to eat, but I didn’t know I didn’t like food.
It’s easy not to ask me stupid questions about what it’s like to be at a party, and it’s probably boring by consensus.
He had inevitably touched some wine with a little red on his cheeks and fainted with dark orange light.
“Ringo, do you think this is a good life? He suddenly asked.
“Not bad. I’m sorry.
At least I don’t have much to worry about.
“When I was little, they divorced. He looked straight ahead and saw a few stars in his eyes.
We knew before we were married that his parents had divorced while he was a minor, and each of them had reunified his family, and no one wanted to take him with him.
And I thought, “I must have a home of my own, a home that is firm and unbreakable.” I’m sorry.
His eyes were slowly red, and his black and white eyes were covered with a bright water, warm and shaking in the light.
We are not good at comforting people, but only listen to them in silence.
It took him a long time to say, “So, there is no divorce with me. I’m sorry.
And I asked, “What if it is gone?” Let us be clear that there are too many variables in this life. I’m sorry.
He’s staring at me, and he’s looking at dark tides, and he’s like, “There’s only one reason why you’re down here. I’m sorry.
I feel creepy.
You won’t get sick!
“Who wants a divorce? You don’t cheat. I’m sorry.
“No, it won’t. “He’s not sure if he’s talking about divorce or cheating.”
On the subway, it may have been a bit drowsy, and I kindly put him on my shoulder.
“Sister. I’m sorry.
A sweet sound was ringing in my ears, and I turned my head and the 17-year-old boy was looking at me with his bright eyes.
Sister! I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I have a husband.
Did you know your wife was being seduced?
“Sorry…”
“Sister, have you ever used a special price? I’m sorry.
I’ve thought of all the reasons for my refusal to give a letter.
Next thing you know, I’m not moving. All of a sudden, the little boy’s sweet talk stops, and the Zoo leaves.
On the other side of the glass, I saw an easy way to open my eyes and smile strangely.
Yo, you’re not asleep?
Six.
Go home and take a shower from the room and see a poach.
I remind you, it’s bad for your health. “I’m surprised I’m getting closer to the mother who told me not to eat spicy.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
He blinked like he hadn’t woken up and drank soup.
In my years of experience, this “Oh” is about “the next time.”
“Thinking.”
The doorbell rings.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
Put my take-out on the table with satisfaction and a layer of ceremonial opening.
“What did you buy?”
I’ve got to say, “Brover.” I’m sorry.
I look at my face, and I look at all the soup I have left in front of me, and there’s nothing in my eyes and there’s “I don’t understand.”
I was embarrassed, and I said against my will, “Let’s have some.” I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
The tear mole in the corner of his eye was vivid.
“…”
Half of the meat had been given to him, and the barbecue on the table would have been a little short.
“Why did you marry me? He looked over his head at me.
‘Cause I’m lonely. I’m sorry.
I’m done with the last string, I’m holding my head in my left hand, I’m holding a signature in my right hand and I’m poking in a bubble bag.
The conscience of the heavens and the earth, I speak the truth.
It’s one of them, and it’s one of them.
He didn’t show any surprises, and I’ve come across some of my personality in recent times.
“As long as there’s someone with me, that kind of horror film goes without saying. I’m sorry.
“I feel so safe.” I’m sorry.
“No, just a person. I’m sorry.
I pour cold water without mercy.
Or a dog, but I don’t have pets.
He kept his tortoise smiled, stifling away the complex look in his eyes.
“I didn’t think about getting married before. I took a few pieces of paper and wiped my mouth: “I was also invincible one second before I met you.” I’m sorry.
I know what he’s wondering, and I say, “Your idea of marriage is interesting. And when I’m a little older, if I die one day, I’ll be collected. I’m sorry.
Indeed, I am not good at comforting people, but when I speak I cannot keep my mouth shut, and when I say it, I feel like I’m blind.
“So trust me?”
He’s referring to the day we knew each other.
“No, I believe in my own vision. I don’t care if he cares about my impudence.
He smiled dumb and rubbed his fingers in his eyes, “Now is it?” The Unmarried?
I stayed in the middle of the night and said, “Yes. I’m sorry.
“What if you meet someone you like? I’m sorry.
I’m calmly analysing: “I’m, objectively, very narrow, and most of the time I’m at home, it’s hard to know people; subjectively, I’m hard to move. I’m sorry.
“Sometimes love doesn’t make sense. I’m sorry.
“But I’m reasonable. I’m sorry.
Although this marriage is not a union of love, it also needs to set its own position and bottom line, with a sense of security on both sides.
We cannot be lovers, and we can be partners in common development.
At the very least, the body can be collected responsibly.
7
“Yes, if I walk in front, you spill my ashes over the sea.” Thinking about it, I didn’t feel very strict, so I said, “You can’t just stand by the sea and do it. You’re going to take a boat to the middle of the sea and you’re going to let me out. I’m sorry.
He listened very carefully, and I’m glad.
“Do you have any demands on the ship when you go there? Luxury yachts?”
“I have no knowledge of what I should have enjoyed when I was alive, but I am not sure. You can drive a yacht or a plane or something if you want. I’m sorry.
He laughed, “I was so old then. I’m sorry.
I swallowed the phrase, “Maybe you won’t wait that long” and followed his words, “So don’t forget it. I’m sorry.
He noded his head hard, and I brought him to this bad subject, “I haven’t figured out where to bury. I’m sorry.
I slap my chest, “I’ll do anything for the moon!” I’m sorry.
# And the gills #
Two people laughing, I was paralyzed on the couch, and I was all red.
I looked at the chandeliers on the top of the roof without a second, and I refused to turn them away.
“Sometimes, I’m a romantic, but people are the sum of social relationships, and they have to be realistic. I thought about the possibility of moving out of the crowd and then I rejected it, and I couldn’t. I’m sorry.
“Do you feel happy now? I’m sorry.
Strangely, most of the time I was hip-hop, reading a book, watching a movie, eating some good food, and having a good time, I wasn’t sure.
Yeah, I don’t know the ultimate meaning of my life, so I don’t care about death.
I haven’t figured out how to answer it yet.
Am I blind or blackout?
It’s easy. “My voice is shaking.
“I’m here. I’m sorry.
“Can you come closer, please? “No more face, nothing more.
The sofa fell, a warm hand grabbed me, and I pinched, “Are you easy? I’m sorry.
“…”
Fuck!
The flash of light flashes half of the faceless white face!
“You’re scaring me? I’m sorry.
This moment, I want to hang him on the fan.
“…sorry, I’ll call the property. I’m sorry.
And in the space he asked, I looked at the surroundings, and looked back, and looked in the direction of the toilet. It was not a good thing that the imagination was so rich that the shadows of childhood were already visible.
I hold his arm tight like an octopus.
“The power system is out of order for an unknown reason. It’s 1:00 in the morning and it’s probably not gonna be back in the morning. I’m sorry.
One o’clock? I couldn’t help but think about it.
I looked at the dark-eyed house, and I had a bit of twirling, and I said, “Well, can you help me get back to my room?” I’m sorry.
Fearing that he would refuse, I gave up all my dignity, “I’m afraid of oozing…”
When I was a child, I lived on a floor floor and the lights on the room were very far from the bed. Every night, my mom and dad take me back to my room, put the blankets in the right place, then pull down the door and leave me in the dark.
He’s a little funny, “Don’t you say that if someone’s with you, there’s no kind of horror movie? I’m sorry.
I’m in the mood, and he’s not working tomorrow, so he says, “Let’s try it.” I’m sorry.
There’s an atmosphere tonight, a rare opportunity.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
“What about your room or my room? No, go to my room. I can go straight to sleep, hip-hop.
“Ahem! * He’s going to say something and he’s going to be choked by spit. *
I’m a little excited.
I haven’t felt it yet, and I might be seen as an eccentric.
I lifted up the covers and put up a collection of videos on the computer, and the mouse slipped over the Curse, The Old Mountain Man, The Midnight Singing, The Spirit…
“Look who?” I said.
He’s referring to “The Joker Back,” “Well, the year is closer. I’m sorry.
“You don’t think those are good enough? I’m playing the fun track.
But soon my attention was drawn to the picture, “Wow, handsome. I’m sorry.
“Whoa, beautiful.”
I don’t know.
Turn off the computer with satisfaction, quietly, and suddenly feel a bit creepy around.
It’s an easy yawn to say we’re going to bed.
I:
How is that possible?
I don’t want to be alone.
I thought, “If you’re really sleepy, you can sleep here, I don’t mind. “Sleep!” I’m sorry.
And I lay down, and in the silence came his sighs.
It’s over. He’s probably starting to bug me.
8
There’s no alarm clock. It’s noon. I’m still sleeping, and I’ve got a computer to record last night’s dream.
From childhood to age, nightmares follow. Either one night without a dream; once a dream, it must be a nightmare.
It is difficult to face fear, let alone to dare to challenge it, and I wonder when my clown will be eliminated.
When I woke up, I said, “Are you hungry?” I’m sorry.
His voice is vague: “I’m hungry. I’m sorry.
“Then cook! I enslaved him with no courtesy.
The fragrance of the easy-to-cooked time slowly fades out and my stomach is so hungry and I’m bored and writing to try to divert attention.
“You speak Russian?” He doesn’t know when he’s standing next to me.
I’m like, “Hmm-hmm. I’m sorry.
“I saw a lot of language books on your bookshelf yesterday. How many do you know? I’m sorry.
I humbled myself a little, “It’s okay. It’s only five. I’m sorry.
He’s interested. “What five?”
“English, Russian, German, French…” I deliberately stopped.
What else?
“You guess. I’m sorry.
Japanese or Italian? I’m sorry.
I blinked and blinked. I’m sorry.
He’s got a kick in his face.
I’m not ready yet, and I’m having a groaning groaning, and the slight pain of the past has soared, but I can’t stop thinking that I’m going to be able to make it quick, and I’m going to go downstairs after cleaning up the garbage from last night.
Every step of the way hurts more and more, and it feels like a blunt knife is cutting off the stomach.
Returning from the garbage, he slowly stepped up without the strength and had to sit in the elevator to relieve the pain. He was wearing a pyjamas with nothing on him.
I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had my appetite.
“Ringo”? I’m sorry.
I heard an easy voice and bit my teeth, and immediately rose up, and suddenly blackened my eyes and turned.
A bad smell of disinfectant water was pouring into the nasal cavity, and I opened my eyes and found myself in a sling.
…not at all.
It took him a while to lie down and see the easy part, and he saw me awake, and his feet accelerated and he had a bag in his hand.
“When did you wake up? I’m sorry.
“Just now. I’m sorry.
“You didn’t come home after I finished dinner, and I thought you were in trouble or an accident, and I saw you down there. “Does he feel better now?” I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“You know why you fainted? I’m sorry.
I still know my body and my voice is dry: “Low sugar, hungry.” I’m sorry.
“Huh. He smiled, he spits out two words, “A stomach cancer.” I’m sorry.
And I said, “I’m sorry.”
It’s a little big. I haven’t turned my head yet.
Stomach cancer! Help! It’s cancer!
I said, “Really? I’m sorry.
He noded his head, “Bring you a bowl of porridge, and now he’s got to talk.” “If you want to eat something, we’ll talk about it in two days.” I’m sorry.
I’ve calmed down, I’ve known I’ve had stomach problems, I’ve had it all the time, but I’m not afraid to die, but I’m afraid of pain!
I don’t care if I die early or late, but after my parents. If I go first, they’ll be sad. I can’t help it.
Thinking about it, I looked up at him and said, “It’s easy, and maybe you’ll have to take care of my parents too.” I’m sorry.
After all, there’s a sense of weakness, old age is a big problem, and no one else has a daughter. My brain is running fast, and I’m working on a plan after my death.
“Forgot to ask. What did the doctor say? Is it serious? Early or late?”
He didn’t pass a piece of paper, “Look for himself. I’m sorry.
I saw the words “chronic stomach inflammation” in a dazzling mood, and then I waved in the face with a smile, and the word was soft: “You come here, I want to talk to you. I’m sorry.
He hesitated to bow.
I grabbed him in the ear and there was a pig-killing scream.
“Whoever gives you a day of your stomach, do you know that failure of treatment can turn into stomach cancer?” I’m sorry.
I took a look at him in my heart, “Ah, yes, you’re right. I’m sorry.
“You’re still weird? I’m sorry.
“…”
At 7:30, I was paralyzed on the sofa, and I ordered a movie on television, “The Beautiful Legend of Sicily.”
Maybe he’s a bit sleepy on his medication and he’s asleep without looking. It happens that there are some uncharted moments in the picture, and it’s easy to look at me.
I’m a slow-moaning question mark: I’m sorry.
“Not seen?”
“You don’t feel anything for me anyway.” I’m sorry.
“What did you say?”
“None. He turned his head and watched the movie.
I’m in the belly: sick.
It is true that it is easy to get a little stimuli in a room alone at night and then get up and embrace the bed.
“You don’t look?” He stretches his neck and asks.
I’m not going back to my head and I’m going to close the door.
“Only you have hands!”
“…”
9
I’m the only one left at home.
I made a bowl of egg fried rice and ate two and it was difficult to swallow. It’s a bad thing.
I’ve been bowing down under an easy apron, and there’s nothing to sell.
He’s not here for the fifth hour, miss him.
It was hard to expect him to leave work and to learn that he was working overtime.
When he was seen again in the night, he was treated like two men in the morning, with a face of insinuity and a few deep breaths before he tried to act like a light wind.
I:
A glass of water was poured silently and he continued to sit on the couch and read.
When he finished drinking, he didn’t say anything, he sat down.
“Are you happy with life now? He suddenly spoke and asked questions similar to those of the other night.
I put down my book and looked at him, “No, no, no. I’m sorry.
He had a confused eye and staring at his hands.
“Do you have any love?” Games, codes, sports, art…? I ask back.
He shakes his head, and he hesitates a few seconds later, saying, “Do you think about it?” I’m sorry.
I doubt he’s making cold jokes.
He’s like, “I’ve been a kid since I was a kid, and I’ve been learning a lot. They’ve been fighting almost every day for a divorce, talking about where I’m going, talking about how much money I’m going to give after that. I’m sick of hearing it, just paying attention to learning. The teachers always said the test was the way out, and I learned so hard, they didn’t want me, and I wanted to get rid of them. I’m sorry.
“Maybe I didn’t know what to do with the pros and cons. They said I was going west. I’ve been thinking about making money every day in college, because I don’t want their charity, and I don’t want any of Kari’s money. I’m sorry.
“I paid them all back after a while of work, and I thought I’d be happy, but I wasn’t happy. I’m sorry.
“I thought nothing was a problem if I tried hard enough. While some unwritten rules had always existed, it would not matter if they had not happened to themselves. I’m sorry.
I have no idea what kind of work he should have been in today, and it’s only so many memories. It’s also the first time that I’ve heard about his past in such detail.
I said, “We can actually try psychotherapy. I’m sorry.
His serious face is full of desire for knowledge.
“When I’m unhappy, I put myself high and high enough to look over the universe. When I watch the natural and man-made disasters on Earth, human life and old disease die, I am very impressed that everything is so small, what I am and what others are. I’m sorry.
“Thinking like this, it is self-emancipated to create a compassionate understanding of the terrible things around it, and thus to liberate the mind. Actually, it’s like a spiritual victory, but I call it spiritual invisibility. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you feel like people are floating? I’m sorry.
“No, we just have to float at nothing. It’s always floating. And it’s just one of the treatments, a case-by-case analysis, not only in heaven but also in heaven! Wait, wait, wait, wait. In short, escape. But not just to escape, but to liberate and untie themselves. It would be easier to plan the next practical step if we thought about it. I’m sorry.
I did not ask him directly what happened to him, although I could have guessed in general, but I did not know much about the workplace and was unable to advise.
I can’t feel him.
His emotions are at a low level, and things are going on in the most terrible way, and worse than the heavy past and the uncertain future. It’s up to him to come out, and I’m sure he’s capable.
“Relax, sleep well. You don’t have nothing. You have a face and a wife! I’m sorry.
“I can’t. I raised you. I’m sorry.
“Can I hold you?” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Yes. I’m sorry.
10
It was a long talk that night, and I confiscated it, from the ideal of life to the origin of the universe, and I didn’t know how much it was easy to listen to me.
He looked recovered, but after that I found myself a little emo.
It’s sad. I decided to go on a trip and go. A search of the destination on the national map identified a snow mountain in the west.
“Where are you going? I’m sorry.
“Travel, climb. I’m sorry.
I replied to him with euphoria, and the tone was endless.
“Are you alone?”
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
When he knew, he went back to his room, and I started planning the trip after I checked for what was needed, and I was planning to book the tickets and send me a tweet:
# The safety of a beautiful single woman travelling #
I’m:
Honey: #Be careful about climbing #
Husband: #Road traffic safety attention#
Hubby: #Scene’s high-priced consumer exposure #
I: so?
Hubby: No, I’m just worried about your safety.
I: All right, copy.
Husband: There are no more strangers out there than at home.
I: Yes.
Honey, it’s okay to have someone with you.
I: I do.
I said, “But I don’t want to be with you. Are you going to disturb my parents?
Husband:
Ugh, I’m looking at the screen sighs.
Look how insistent he is, bring him along.
The green-skin train runs through the plateau, and the sky is a rich blue that is cut apart from a hanging white cloud.
He came out of the car with his suitcase in order to stay at the foot of the hill, on the way to work and then climb the mountain the next day. It was not expected that they had just arrived in the area and were carried around, almost turning into missing persons.
I’d like to steal a lazy search route, and then it’s up to me to find a destination before dark.
In connection with his past behavior, I asked seriously, “Little, are you crazy?” I’m sorry.
“…”
Okay, by default.
Top of the mountain.
I’m breathing in my mouth, I’m breathing in white fog, I’m windy, and the air is almost freezing.
“Do you need a photo? I’m sorry.
“No need. I’m sorry.
I don’t really like to take pictures. I don’t need dead objects, but the moment it gives me the feeling, the feeling of my heart.
“The photographs are for the eyes, for the memories, which are often accompanied by sadness. I don’t like memories. I just want to get what I feel now. I’m sorry.
The clouds were clouded, the bare ridges were sharp as blades, the deep ditches were stout, and the white snow was with them. The vast mountain range, with hundreds of millions of years of wind and frost, continues to stand up.
You jump, I jump!
A young couple laughing next to her, moving the sea romance to the mountains.
“If I die, don’t find anyone else, at least not right away. I’m sorry.
In such an environment, the mood was easily sensitive, and the girls said they were all crying, and the boys comforted her with their little words.
I suddenly came up with an interest, and I turned around and said, “If you’re Jack, how do you feel about seeing Ruth live and marry her? I’m sorry.
It’s hard for him if he’s not in love.
He scratched his head and looked me in the eye, “I don’t know, I don’t think I can answer that right now. I’m sorry.
“You used to say there was no real feeling in the world. This hypothetical question is meaningless to me, and I am not entitled to a beak. I’m sorry.
His hair was in some disarray and covered his eyebrow by the cold wind.
Right. I whispered.
When I was a kid, I was surprised at how Ruth ended up with someone who’s had so much ink in life.
But I’m going back, and maybe it’s wrong to focus at first.
All she ever wanted was freedom.
“What is more terrible about death and life?” I’m sorry.
He held the rails, looked up at the sky, and his hair was blown out of the air, “When you were free, there was nothing to fear. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
Help!
What’s with the man?
Did a trip release the suppressed nature of many years?
I don’t understand.
It’s easy to wear a black-skinned shirt, it’s loose, it’s windy, it’s a tiny, thin chest, it’s got sexy throats above it, it’s got nice lips, it’s got a nice, dark hair.
Would that be more tempting than just stripping off?
I suspect this guy is trying to seduce me, but I have no evidence.
It’s embarrassing for me to wipe my mouth off.
Whoo-hoo.
This is my husband, I can watch every day.
And We took out what I had learned throughout my life, and all the beautiful words and hymns were thrown out of the way, and We were dazzling a man whose image was cold,
He finally couldn’t bear to cover my mouth.
I was so angry that I ripped his hand off, “What’s wrong with being handsome?” I’m sorry.
Successed to make him look red again.
I was in a good mood and decided to drag him out for a hot pot.
Easy: ?
He was already sitting in a hotpot when he reacted.
I handed him the menu in the air, “Whatever, on me! I’m sorry.
It’s very efficient. It’ll be ready soon. It’s full of tables. And between the two there was a soft scalding water, as though he could not eat spicy and scoff into the red pot, and my scoffing was undisguised.
Paprika is the best lipstick, the colour of nature, the color of blood.
I can’t eat, I don’t have time to talk, just dry food, belly, beef, goose intestines and people are alive, not food for this!
The result of this is that I can walk only if I’m holding on to it.
We decided to walk back. Well, I begged him to walk.
And We said to him, “Don’t be afraid, I know the way. I’m sorry.
Follow me.
The evening wind spreads a little heat, and the smell of the hot pot will never go back home.
Zongo. I’m sorry.
He spoke to me.
His name came out of his mouth and he was so hot that he was going to burn out the air around him.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Did you ever like someone? I’m sorry.
“I’ve moved many times. I’m sorry.
He walked with me, in the dark of the night, and listened to me in silence, saying, “The cold wind sent me to his ear.
“Sometimes it’s an unexpected look at a stranger, sometimes it’s a simple touch, and sometimes it’s someone who talks in my ear. I’m not wood. I can’t be cold for decades. I’m sorry.
“The feeling is like a little flame of fire in the heart, a weak current of electricity that travels in the flesh and the skin. I’m sorry.
I paused, looked over his head, laughed, and said, “Just now, when you called me by my name. I’m sorry.
The nightlights were on the streets, the atmosphere was perfect, and I started talking nonsense again.
“But that little fire never spreads to my brain, and it’s too fragile to live for the longest time for three seconds, and my sense is sober every hour of my mind, and when a little enthusiasm comes out of my head, it goes out without mercy. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what the problem is, when it began, and I don’t want to look into it, and I banish it.
“So far, there has not been a single top. In conclusion, I’m sure I didn’t like it. I’m sorry.
I was shocked by my own sorrows and good times, and I was never a man of love, a selfish coward and a paranoid.
So I don’t want to hurt anyone.
I’m extremely sensitive, but I’ve ignored it on purpose every time, trying to get things out of hand, unless it’s beyond my control.
It happened to be under a street light, with light on the back of a large body, red ears, blinking eyes, and having no sense of the emotions inside.
I believe in love, how can I not?
It’s such a noble thing that it should be clean and unchallenged.
I took a deep breath and said, “Let’s calm down for a while. I’m sorry.
12
I moved back to my old house the other day.
It’s a coincidence Mom and Dad are back on a trip.
If I divorce now, will I let them out again?
“Go ahead, what’s wrong?”
Mom looked like she’d lost my bones. On the sofa, there’s no time to eat pig hoofs.
“I miss you hip-hop. “I made a move to kiss her.”
“Aigoo, go away! It’s all oil!”
I broke my mouth, swallowed my last mouth, and said, “What is love?” I’m sorry.
She looked at me for nothing and apparently didn’t want to pay attention to my cultural feelings.
“Do you like him? I’m sorry.
I was asked to stay, like?
I’ve changed so much. Do you really like someone?
“Perhaps…”
“I like it if I like it! I don’t like it! What could not be possible, to be honest with me! I’m sorry.
“like. I’m sorry.
There’s nothing to be ashamed of.
But that’s exactly what scares me. I’m afraid that again, like before, it’s just appearances, self-momentation and deception.
What if, after a while, I feel like I’m gone?
I’m not sure myself. How can I be reckless in making promises?
“Then you…”
“I just don’t believe, or I don’t want to believe. I want someone who will never betray, who will always love me, but the reality will change, he will change, I will change. I’m afraid I’m afraid I’m going to die in the day after day. I don’t want to say the word “forever” or believe it, but I actually like it! I’m sorry.
I’m a little excited to say what I think, “Now I’m a little fond of the ease, and I don’t know if it’s going to rise or fall, rather than bet on an uncertain future, it’s better to keep it in its best state. I’m sorry.
And I said a lot and a lot, and she saw me getting more and more strung up, saying, “Why do you think so many things that don’t happen to you now that you’re alive, and the most important thing is that you can’t control the future?” I’m sorry.
“I know the truth. I’m sorry.
The tears were about to suffocate, the sour heat of the throat was pouring up, and the deep breath came back and whispered, “I’m sick of it. I’m sorry.
It seems to me that “love for ever” and “real life” are in conflict, and that the first and second contract is just a retreat, and I want to protect the “love” that I have not yet entrusted to anyone, and to put “love” on the ground, without touching it, with illusions.
My mother smiled on her face, and it was very long: “The earth is spinning and everyone is growing and changing, and it’s normal. Every couple gets married with a sincere intention to grow old. No one’s going for a divorce. But when we get along, we may find that they are not suitable, or that one of them is going too fast, and the other side is not able to keep up, and then let it go. And it would not be fair for you to speculate about what is false, if it is true that others are sincere. Where’d you go with your usual shampoo? I’m sorry.
“I’ve been scared of ghosts since I was a kid. I’m sorry.
She saw me listen, and she didn’t talk much, and she started my snack.
“…”
I brushed my circle of friends and found it to be an easy dynamic.
He traveled, and each place posted a detailed plan and a food survey.
“Mom, show me your phone. I’m sorry.
She’s too busy eating ducks to let me take them in her pocket.
It’s easy for my parents to believe. I can’t tell.
Isn’t he crazy? Why are you running around?
Shut up!
I stood in the corner, and I looked in the same place a few times with a cold eye.
Last time I saw him still on the hill, I went over there all night, and I found out that he had just left, and I was so angry that I finally caught him.
I don’t know what I’m talking about on the line!
I turned to him with my face full of anger, and he saw me, and his face appeared as a surprise, and then he laughed with a single smile.
Load, reload.
“Well, I can see it, but I’m still in position. I’m sorry.
I’ve always known that it was really a heart attack, boy.
Yes, I came only to scold him, but when I saw his smileful eyes and the tender trap of his face, I couldn’t feel it.
And he took out his paper and he took the yogurt from my mouth, and I looked at him, and he laughed.
“Marriage is a life of partnership.” I’m sorry.
He can’t see any change in his face.
“So, are you in?”
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
Follow me.
Follow me and never get lost.
Thirteen.
Come on, come on! I’m sorry.
I was lying on my bed, and I lifted the blankets towards him.
“Yeah, take what I just bought. “Put it all over! I’m sorry.
Aah!
Think about it and be happy.
And it was easy to go into the nest with a cold body, and we were disobedient, and he moved towards me every time he leaned back.
They were entangled, and the last two were wrapped in a cocoon.
I’ve been trying to reach out and reposition the computer, and I’ve clicked the film key that’s already ready.
Opens the snacks that just hoarded, takes them in hand, half each.
We’ve got a weekly movie. Today’s British Patient.
And We leaned upon his breast, and his jaw fell upon my head as it pleased, and enjoyed a brief long time in peace.
Scrolling in front of the screen is the end of the subtitle, but the reality is far from over.
Times will be the past, nations will be destroyed, humans will die, memories will be forgotten… Life will be a little bit too much for a while.
The mood is still in the long hymns of the movie, and I’m holding my easy waist, and he’s not talking, he’s just holding me tight.
I said, “I used to be a man with only secular aims. I’m sorry.
He rubbed my hair and listened to me.
“Why am I alive? Or why does my idea exist? I was born on this planet in the universe, and I was born in this country, and I was born as a daughter of my parents, and I grew up on the “human” path.
The environment gives me wind, or reverses water, happiness, or misery, and gives me joy, loss, pain… From it, I have found my own law of survival, and on the way to death, more and more luggage and more soul, or better or worse.
But I still don’t know why I’m here and I’m probably lying in a grave.
Still, I’m not having a bad time, but, on the contrary, it means a little fun.
Maybe that’s already the answer to my life, and the life process itself means everything. I’m sorry.
It’s easy to keep the air quiet and laugh, “What now?” I’m sorry.
“Now, I mean more than you. I’m sorry.
After that, I felt his chest shaking and his ears were filled with joyous laughter.
“I really hate the word “marriage business,” and love for a person should be spontaneous, and I’ll take your temper. I want you to be happy, I want to protect you. It’s all because I love you, not because I go to “business” to make love last. I’m sorry.
“Well, I know, you love me. I’m sorry.
It may have been with me for a long time, or it has released its nature, and it has sometimes been skinned. After a while, he asked, “Remember the question you asked at the top of the mountain that day?” I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I now expect his answer.
“The true love of a man is to wish her well. I’m sorry.
Although that was always there, it was never physically understood and never really understood.
Make a wish. I suddenly thought,
He kissed me softly on the top of my head, whispering, “My wife, when he met you, he consumed all my luck for the first half of my life. My wish is on you, you alone.” I’m sorry.
“What about the rest of your life?”
I turned my head at him, and from his eyes I saw only myself.
“For the rest of your life, to make sense with you. I’m sorry.
I tried so hard to contain the horns of my mouth and said, “I will always be young.” I’m sorry.
“I think true youth is always curious about the world. And, love you.
He’s got a red face again.
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