39. Relationship diary of subway inspectors
The subway security officer’s love diary.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
(i)
“Big bag, please check. Thank you for your cooperation. I’m sorry.
Every day, there’s about 5,000 bags passing in front of me. On the other hand, the security camera’s belt makes a small “sweet” noise.
My mission is to view contraband through the colour of items under the security machine.
The blue is metal material, like a control knife. Green is explosive items such as firecrackers and fireworks. Orange is liquid, mineral water, lighter, etc.
It’s my pleasure to speculate about the master’s profession and character in a monotonous and repetitive job.
Computers and notebooks are organized and usually have a tight, tight face. Programmer?
Umbrellas, Bundy, flashlights, protective clothing, compressed biscuits and water. Anxious survival freak?
Little stationery, e-book readers, little shit. A fish poacher with poetry and far away?
Just that girl. There’s nothing in her bag except a bottle of water and a bottle of medicine.
“There’s liquid in your bag. Please open the bag. I’m sorry.
I raised my head from behind the machine.
She quietly took out the mineral water in the bag and put it on the liquid testing table. The bottle fell out of the way.
She fell down and picked up and threw it back in the bag.
I still saw it.
Parostine.
Turns out she’s still on medication.
I know her.
Two years ago in the depression group.
She always sits in the corner, rarely speaks and listens carefully.
Every week, the Group organizes an event.
She always brought her paintings. She likes to paint plants, and it’s all eccentric.
“I love the colour and vitality of Van Gogh. I’m sorry.
She’s a bit shy, but she looks like a star.
“I like to paint, I want to design, but when I’m 17, I’m sick and there’s no more.” I’m sorry.
The stars fade down.
I don’t know how to paint, but I like the stars.
I didn’t expect this to happen.
She doesn’t remember me.
(ii)
March 27th night peak.
“Put the bottle on, please. Thank you for your cooperation. I’m sorry.
I said politely to the aunt in front.
At the peak, “sip” is the fastest way to detect liquids.
“Don’t you see it’s mineral water?” She’s impatient.
“I’m sorry, we have to test liquids. I continue to be patient.
“Was I sick? I can still carry sulfuric acid? Is that the color of sulfuric acid?”
I grabbed her bag.
“I’m sorry, but put it on the liquid test. This is our job, thanks for your cooperation. I’m sorry.
“Boom. I’m sorry.
I just feel like a flower right in front of me.
“I’m in a hurry to go to the hospital. Is there something you can afford? It’s useless every day. I’m complaining about you. * She pulls a belt from me and picks up a bottle of mineral water and goes in. *
I was called to the lounge by the captain.
The kind of service we work for, whatever the reason, is a series of “mistakes” – apologies – fines. I was asked to apologize and fined $500. I’m bowing.
I’m sorry, Sergeant, but I’m off duty.
Changed the work clothes, I looked at the tedious cabbage and decided to go to dinner.
Picked a nice restaurant near the subway station. Get in the door and see her.
A group of people had dinner and she was sitting at the end. The others were poaching, and the wine was so hot that she caught the dish in front of her.
I don’t know who suddenly pointed the spear at her. It’s like there’s a joke going on. She put her head down, stopped packing, her hands around her backpack and she smudged, and others laughed even more.
I found the nearest table to sit down and ordered a fish fragrance and rice.
Xiao Yuan, don’t you want to drink to Director Law? I’m sorry.
She laughed, “Sorry, Chief, I can’t drink. I’m sorry.
Director Law looks nice and says no to her.
The others quit.
“Drink this thing, two more times. Girls are born with three cents of alcohol. I’m sorry.
“Yeah! It’s not right for you to be like this at every party. I’m sorry.
“You see Shen, if you don’t drink it, you have to drink it! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Her smile is getting stiffer.
I’ve got a hot head and a second.
“Hey, old fellow, I’m waiting for you. I shot her.
She looked up and looked at me, and I lit on her the emblem of mutual aid, and her eyes fell down.
“Hey, what’s up, Flowers? I’m sorry.
Boyfriend? Haven’t you seen him?”
Everybody up.
And I scratched my head, and I said, “I’m sorry, people, we’re around here, and the mission is here, and we have to bring people back. Let’s go! I’m sorry.
She stood up with her cooperation and took a bag of apples from the chair and followed me out. There’s a boo-hoo in the back.
I was shaking with T-shirts, sweaty on my back, pain.
I’m actually a social menace, okay?
Nothing. She was before, I followed.
The lights are on.
Stinky tofu, perverted chicken wings, spicy hots, dried oxen, octopus balls, fried meat…
The vendors are out.
I swallowed the sip.
I didn’t eat two meals just to eavesdrop. I’m fighting around the corner to get her to eat.
At that point, she walked in front of her head and ran back, and the apple bag broke.
I suddenly came out of my head with the famous scene of “Kicking the fruit stand to stop the fruit from falling down the slope” and gave her a hand gesture and turned around and went towards the apple.
When I came back to her with an apple in my T-shirt, it was sweaty. She smiled when she looked at my sweaty face and the swelling of my eyebrow.
“Hey, give me a little bit of credit,” she said.
I’m so busy trying to get my phone out of my pocket, with my hands loose and apples falling out. She laughed even more.
Thereafter, every morning when she passed the security checkpoint, she was stopped.
“Student, you forgot your breakfast. I gave her a little plastic bag. Eggs, milk, buns, oil bars, soybean sour, are as low as possible daily. That’s my work on the way to work at 5:30.
In the smiles of her colleagues, she bowed and laughed and took her to her feet.
She’ll bring me dinners on her way home. Sometimes there is a box of food, sometimes there is a rice line, and occasionally there is an Internet-fresh.
I’ll take her home once in a while.
The subway station came to her house and passed through a shaded road.
The radiant fragrances of the thick trees pass through dry cleaners, bakeries, pharmacies, fruit shops, foot repair shops and small supermarkets. I look at her from time to time and pretend like I’m not doing anything to pull the horns or touch my arm, with a deer in my heart.
I, in love, unilaterally.
She doesn’t hate me, I’m sure.
(iii)
30 April.
She said she had to work overtime so I could fix my own dinner.
I’m taking the captain’s leave and I’m off at the end of the night. Usually, we all need to hold until 12.
Subway security inspectors are a hard job. I get up at 5:30 a.m. every morning, take a company bus to work, leave at 12 p.m., return to the dormitory by bus and take a day off for two days.
Many colleagues could not bear to be tired and resigned very quickly. The side of the face, like me, two years of work, and the horny.
For me, body fatigue is nothing. Such mechanical, simple, repetitive work does not, at least, put too much pressure on me and expose me to the risk of a relapse into depression.
The captain temporarily transferred other colleagues to take over.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face, put on my favorite white T-shirt and look to my right in front of the mirror, and Ben wasn’t a handsome guy, but it was cool.
I took the subway to the station near her company, waiting for her to leave.
She said she should be on the last bus.
11 p.m.
I took the last train with her.
Wen Zhu College, Mau Ma Temple, Tsar Square, Jinjiang Hotel, Wah Xi Dam…
One stop and another. In the empty car, the metro sound continues to circulate: “The train is about to enter the station, hold your hand and be safe!” I’m sorry.
Finally, I pulled out the earplugs and handed her one and the other one on her right ear.
She put her ear on her left ear, though somewhat confused.
I’ll light up a good song on the phone.
“I don’t want you to be alone.
I don’t want you to walk alone for a while.
I do not want you alone to suffer the cruelty of this world.
I’m sorry.
In the mirror of the subway window, I saw her with a little tremor, and I couldn’t see her face.
I snuck the sweat of my hand, and I had the courage to hold her left hand gently in my right hand.
She didn’t break free.
I looked at her and laughed. She laughed too.
It’s the last train in the middle of the night, and we’re laughing like two fools.
She lives in an old neighborhood near the subway station.
Room by room.
The floor is old khaki and it’s very clean. Two couches, wooden teas, a computer table and a small bed. In the kitchen, an old double-door fridge.
The living room is in the middle, with a painting shelf, an unfinished view, hanging.
Every Sunday, I go to the supermarket to buy food, fill her fridge and make a regular meal.
I’ve been living alone for almost 10 years, and I’ve always had a little cooking.
A piece of duck will be evaporated in the water, added to the soybean caviar, ginger peppers and garlic, and when it explodes, a bottle of beer will be poured, and when the water is dry, a flower will be spilled and the fragrance will be full.
“Old Fong, that’ll do. That’ll do. She’s satisfied.
My salary is low and I can’t even get her to watch movies or take her shopping. But she didn’t care, often boasting of me tender and kind.
(iv)
30 May.
She has fully recovered from depression, and the doctor says she can stop and review regularly.
On that day, I offered my resignation to the captain.
The captain is surprised.
“I’d like to try, can’t it be lurking. I said:
“A long life. I added a sentence.
Three years ago, before the diagnosis of depression, I was a game planner, drunk day and night to shape an imaginary world. From the great map of the world to the construction form of the luxuriant city, from the setting of the times to the practice of food and clothing.
From the growth of character to the story of hate, I am not the mad creator, but the experience of a richer life with different sexual feelings.
Maybe it’s stressful at work, maybe it’s overheated, and severe depression is taking me down. The strength from the bed is gone, all dreams and passions are gone.
It’s now three years from 9 a.m. on June 4th. I stood in front of the company again.
While waiting for the interview, the hands were sweating.
Three years, everything changed. I’m 29 years old. Can I keep up with the youth now? Can you handle a huge workload? Can you withstand a breakdown of inspiration? Will depression recur?
As I almost ran away, her tweets came out:
“Don’t be afraid, at least we’ll all try. With your great inspiration, I’m also going to pick up my brush and see if I can get a graduate degree. Weak chickens have springs, too!
I laughed out, and I felt a lot easier.
I didn’t know the chickens were really springing.
The interviewer was a colleague of the year. He was so happy to see me.
I took OFFER easy.
In the afternoon, through an intermediary, a single room was rented not far from her home, and she resigned and could no longer live in a group dormitories. I cleaned the room, took care of the necessities, and I went to pick her up from work.
She came out with a group of colleagues from the company, met me, and my colleagues were wooing, and she changed her quiet habits, and he said, “This is my boyfriend, Fang Sheng. I’m sorry.
One of the male colleagues shouted: “Isn’t it you who took the Zhuang from our last party?” It’s a reunion, you son of a bitch! I’m sorry.
I grabbed my head and laughed so sweet.
The new job is busy. Three years of blanks require more.
“It’s been a long time since Zhu Hsiao’s boyfriend delivered breakfast. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #egypt
“The 24th Hsiao boyfriend is now only a Sunday chef, and has to work hard to make money for the bride price. I’m serious.
She smiled and punched me.
Sunday chef, you can’t just make beer duck.
Following the web recipe, I learned to cook fish, red roast, curry chicken and roast fish.
Every time she cooks, she hits her hand. She washes, I cut. I was learning how to roll up and down the pot, and she threw a sauce in it.
“This is a little salty. I’m sorry.
“Like your tears? I’m sorry.
I thank you! Big brother. I’m sorry.
Two unspoken outsiders have become a free world for each other.
Seeing that I work hard, she’s doing it, and she starts preparing for the December study.
(v)
Saturday, 17 September, noon.
I work overtime.
As usual, she was called at noon, but she was found to have a clearly incorrect voice, with a crying voice and another spicy voice in the microphone.
I hung up on the phone and I had to hitch a cab.
When I entered the door, I saw a middle-aged aunt standing by the sofa with a painting pulled off the board and shouting, “What’s with the daydream all day?” You want to be a painter? Look at you, you’re a big boss. If you don’t do your job, you can live your life? I’m sorry.
She’s about 50 years old, chubby, silky flower shirts, black broad-legged pants, shoulder-to-shouldered wave hair, and a little spicy.
He sits his head against his head and he doesn’t say a word.
Future mother-in-law.
“Hello, auntie, I’m Fang. I stood at the door, politely said.
I heard you’re the boyfriend? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
She didn’t let me sit down and smile, and she said, “What do you do, boy?” I’m sorry.
“The Game Planner. I’m sorry.
“Oh, a game player. Is it a legitimate profession? How much do you get a month? I’m sorry.
It’s hard to explain the job to my middle-aged aunt, and I’m a little embarrassed: “A decent job with a five-and-a-half-a-half-a-percent, an average of $10,000 a month.” I’m sorry.
“Mom! I can’t hear you. Turn around and yell.
“If it’s your boyfriend, why don’t I ask? I’m sorry.
She turned around and asked me, “Do you have a room in the city?” I’m sorry.
It is a problem that every young man has to face.
I shake my head in a bit of shame.
She smiled, looking at her.
“Tomorrow at 11:00 a.m., Wang will pick you up. Uncle Wang has arranged a room for the return of the geese. I’ll see you first. I’m sorry.
“I’m not going. @Ambassah: #Jan25
“You can’t, you boyfriend. I disagree. Aunty’s especially pure.
“You don’t agree! I’ve had my days. Why are you selling me out so fast? “It’s just a matter of time before I’m going to ask you something.
Auntie was stunned and perhaps did not expect her daughter, who was always quiet and soft, to suddenly be so violent.
“What do you look like? Work or family? Who do you think is still in a hurry to marry you? I don’t want to sell it. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I don’t know if Uncle Wang knows what’s wrong with me. “The face is pale, the chain is taken off, and old wounds on the wrist are shown.
“It’s just that you don’t do what you’re doing, and you think what you’re doing.” I want you to do your job tomorrow. I’m sorry.
Unpredictablely, he took the paper cutter on the board and cut it on the old wound.
“I can’t hide it. See if they’ll like it. I’m sorry.
The blood’s very sharp. Aunty’s pissed off.
I went down to the hospital with my arrows and I grabbed a tissue and held her hand.
I didn’t hear you.
I’m lucky I didn’t cut deep enough.
It’s late.
“Fong, go back. I’m tired. I want to be alone. She stood at the door and said,
Turning against the light, I could not see her face, except that she was covered in a shadow.
“Call if anything happens, don’t be bored.” I’m sorry.
She didn’t say anything. She opened the door and entered the house.
The doorway, I met Auntie. She’s walking around, he seems to hesitate to go upstairs.
And when she saw me, she said, “How is the wound?” I’m sorry.
I can’t hide it while I’m mad.
“A few stitches, now it’s okay. I’m in a hurry to comfort.
I hesitated, and I went on to say, “But auntie, she said she wanted to rest alone. I’m sorry.
“I watched you come back, so I didn’t come because I didn’t want to provoke her. I’m sorry.
She sighs.
“Fine, I’m going back. I’d like to ask you to take care of her for a few days. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry to see her disappearing.
Strong mothers are not subjected to understanding and support, and every depression has made a single cry, and nobody hears it.
(vi)
It’s back to depression.
I’ve been feeling this from the moment I hurt myself.
“I want to be alone, Fong. She said:
“I know. “I tried to nod my head.”
At this point, she couldn’t even get up.
I took off to take care of her.
Lock the window in the room and put the key away. All knives and sharp objects in the family must be collected. All the drawers and boxes were scrutinized and no other drugs were identified.
People suffering from severe depression during the acute period are first and foremost committed suicide.
I looked at her in the bed and I was like a knife. It is through experience that this pain is understood.
She is now in the deepest darkness of her soul. Lonely, full of ashes.
I can’t do anything but cook and watch her.
I resigned, despite all that.
The project has been seriously delayed because of my one-week leave. I was given this job on the basis of the trust of my former colleagues, and I did not want him to be difficult to do.
Resignation the next night.
I ran into Mom again at the entrance.
She sat on the stairs with a package in her hand.
Aunt, why are you sitting here? “I can see it’s her, I’m surprised.
“She doesn’t answer the phone, she doesn’t open the door, and I can’t. * She’s not going to go back to the good old days, she’s making a sound *
“Well, is she sick again?” She went on to ask.
I nod my head.
Half an hour.
She handed me the package.
“This is what she likes to eat in red meat and fish, which she did this afternoon. Take it. I’m sorry.
After that, she filmed the dust on her pants and went out.
After two steps, she stopped again and looked at me: “I’ll bring it to you once a week, keep the doorman, and remember to get it.” I’m sorry.
She said, “Look after her. I’m sorry.
Go upstairs and heat up red meat with a microwave.
Eat in silence.
And I couldn’t help but say, “No one is really bad.” We have to learn to reconcile. I’m sorry.
To cope with the daily expenses, I became a relatively free-time salesman.
“Boy, it’s 15 minutes out of time! Snails are crawling. What are you doing? I’m sorry.
How can I eat my soup? I’m sorry.
“It’s good to have extra bills, small, but no need to rob them. Canceling more than a minute is also a fine. I’m sorry.
On the first day of work, a penny didn’t make a penny.
Homeboys don’t know the route.
It took me a day to run around the neighborhood, the street, the mall and to write down key messages.
There are six in Central Hairan Division, the first one on the left side of the door, and it’s distributed around the clock.
The Dragon Lake Sky Quick Food Zone is located on the first floor, and the green tea restaurant, the south wind food, the pheasant chicken, Kang Dong-ho and the Zon fish are located on the sixth floor.
There is a path between the Paulie constellation and the Paulie heart that can be connected directly.
I don’t know.
Just like playing games requires planning, I go home at night and I draw a map of all the addresses and key messages. That’s the new hand of the vendor.
To make more money, I’ll run three hours after 9:00 at night.
On a trough, walking through the streets, the city’s luxurious, the owner of a restaurant drinking his business, and the eaters were very happy. The world is as good as ever, as if we were left behind.
I’m gonna stand by the side of the road and smoke a cigarette. I hate the smell of cigarettes in my mouth, but it does ease the anxiety and fatigue.
Night and a half is the hardest time.
She’s always insomnia because she’s sick.
I’m tired at night. In order to make her feel less alone, every night before sleeping, I tie our hands gently together with a scarf, a dead end.
“Remember, you’re not alone, you have me. I said:
She’s nodding her head. Help me get the covers.
“Don’t worry. She said:
(vii)
Thursday, 17 October.
“It’s happening again. Who lets the outsiders in? “Into the elevator room, I saw an aunt holding a colleague’s sleeve and preventing her from entering the elevator.
“Aunt, we do nucleic acid every day. We never take masks when we’re running. The bags are disinfected. “My colleague is a young man, and he’s trying to explain himself in a very anxious manner.
“The virus is so powerful that there are three more negatives and the fourth one turns positive. You don’t get in the elevator, you get out! “I’m not going to let you go.”
“Aunt, let me get this one. It’s gonna be late. I’m out of time today! I’m not coming in again. Can you let me take it this time? The young man is crying.
There is an increasing number of elderly people coming together, as well as a growing number of people joining in.
It’s better to see your aunt.
I walked down the stairs with my colleagues’ food bags.
“Oh, there’s one more. I’m sorry.
There’s a scream coming from aunts.
Don’t let me take the elevator. Why don’t I take the stairs?
15th floor, 18th floor.
Or die.
Of course, when they dropped it off, they spun it to the property office.
As if I had become a new champion, the old people were so excited, that everyone should turn away.
I was finally released under the consolation of the property manager.
The single-goldest period is over and the noon peak is blind. I was going to have some good work today.
Go home.
I’ve been sitting in the bathroom trying to brush my sneakers.
I pulled her up right away.
“Don’t bother. You don’t have the strength. Why are you doing this? Go lie down. I’m sorry.
She turned her head and I saw her crying.
“What’s the matter, this?” I was anxious to ask.
She dryed her tears with her sleeve and said, “I saw you not let your deliveryman into the elevator. This video is being shown in the neighborhood. I’m sorry.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Aunts are a little excited about the infection. “I’m a little sour in my mouth.
She shakes her head.
“It’s all my fault. Fong, you don’t have to live like this. I’m dragging you down. I’m sorry.
She started crying again.
And We took the towels, and We kept our eyes from the tears, and said, “What shall I live?” A subway security inspector? I’m sorry.
“I know I’m dragging you down, and I’m afraid that if you get stressed out, what will happen?” But Fong, don’t leave me alone. I might not make it without you. I’ll take my medicine and stick to the group. I have to get better soon. Then you won’t have to deliver any more. Don’t leave me…
I smiled and cried for her, “We’re the bastards looking at green beans, and no one wants me except you.” I can’t leave you! I’m sorry.
Am I gonna go back?
I’m too busy to think about it.
(viii)
November 20th.
It’s getting cold. Winter’s coming.
Go out at 11 o’clock, maybe in a hurry, or out of your mind. When I arrived at the entrance to the destination district, I ran into another vendor. Two electric bottled la-la-la fell in one place.
They were all in a hurry, and they found each other unharmed, and they took each other out.
There’s no time. I locked the car on the side of the road and I ran to my destination.
17th floor 3.
It’s just a game company.
It’s a little awkward for both of us.
“Fang, how are you…” He wants to stop.
“Do something at home, do something free at this time. * I’ll hand over the plastic bag in my hand *
I know what he’s trying to say: “How do you do this?” I’m sorry.
I had a little chat about the project, and I closed the door for him.
Go back to the lock.
I lit a cigarette and took a sip.
I just saw his computer, and our game is already inside.
The familiar luxuries of the capital, the beautiful garments of the ancient winds, and the finely prepared weapons…
I strangled the cigarettes, threw my head, ready to pick up.
However, the electric bottler could not be lit.
Probably just crashed.
Don’t even think about it. I’m going to have to pick up a bottle repairer. Tell him where he is and sit by the street and wait for him.
November, it rained suddenly.
First, I put my helmet on.
Grown up. Your clothes are getting wet.
The repair master called me and said I’m 5 km away, waiting for the rain to stop.
I looked to the right and right, and the district gate was filled with rain-shivers. Apart from this, there is no place to avoid rain.
I couldn’t wait to get my head on my arm and cry silently.
Come home, it’s 5pm.
I ran into the bathroom to change wet clothes and covered my eyes with hot towels.
Come out and see her sit in front of the gallery.
Her condition is much more stable and she has been able to perform light work.
Closer, a red mark was found on her arm and a ruler was placed on the canvas.
“Why do you smoke yourself?” I’m sorry.
She knocks on her head: “I still can’t draw, my head is like a silhouette, and it’ll wake me up.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t paint without it. It’s not tight. I’m consoling.
“I tried to take a job with an illustration, and I just wanted to make money to buy you some sneakers. But I’m so useless. She can’t cry.
I woke up and looked at the shoe rack at the door. A few soft pairs of sneakers, too much use on the soles, and they’re almost worn out.
It’s warm in my heart.
“The shoes aren’t expensive, we can afford them. Tomorrow, we’ll go buy it. I held her hand.
“I’ve tried so hard, but I’m still not well, I’m a loser and you can leave me alone…” She said that word by word.
Two months of repeated torture, when she finally felt guilty about me, she cried in her face.
I pulled over the stool and sat in front of her.
“Today I met my former colleague and accidentally crashed, and the electric bottle car broke down by the side of the road, waiting to be repaired, and it rained again. I said:
She stopped crying and looked at me with concern.
I held her hand, held it. “I cried in the rain for a long time. I was thinking, “Why is life so hard?” But I didn’t think it was worth it. That is not a problem.
“I used to fantasize, and then I got depressed, and I couldn’t do anything, or even get too emotional, and I was afraid of a relapse.
“I feel like this is the end of my life. Whatever, wait for death.”
I do not know why I feel like a stream today, flowing out of my heart.
“until I’m with you.
“You don’t hate my work, I’m poor. You’re serious about me. When you re-emerge, my life is under a lot of pressure, and I’m afraid I can’t stand it, but I don’t think so.
‘Cause you need me, I think I’m a little useful. It gives me the strength to live every day, to do what I dare not think about before, to do it, and it’s fine.
“So you didn’t drag me, you made me a better man.”
“What does it matter if you can’t? I’m not afraid to go to graduate school. I’m not afraid of hard work. I can deliver delivery and drop. The most important thing is for us to get together and get along. Right?”
She held me around the neck and she cried on my shoulder.
And We placed our fingers on her forehead, as never before in our hearts, and made her leave my shoulder a little.
“Cry, don’t snort. I didn’t want to go out naked tomorrow. I laugh.
She smiled, and a bunch of snots squirted on my collar.
We looked at each other and laughed.
(ix)
New Year. January 18.
My birthday.
In the year before, I wanted to run a few more, but I was insisted that I go home for dinner and celebrate my birthday.
7:30. I’ll be home on time.
Open the door, and I see a bowl of hot air on the table. Clear bone soup, fine noodles spread through the soup, with a big bag of eggs and a few green cabbage on the soup. In front of the noodles bowl, a plate of fragrances full of sugar and vinegar ribs with a small plate of garlic on the side.
“Sorry, Fong, that’s all. “I’m laughing at you.”
“Whereever, flattered, that is. I laugh too.
She hit me with her hands while she pulled me to the table.
“You have to have a bowl of hot meals at home. She said:
I was moved to pick up chopsticks and start sucking noodles.
Honestly, it doesn’t taste good. But why do I feel so sweet?
She saw me eat almost.
Just take out a gift box.
“Well, birthday present. I’m sorry.
I was excited to open it up and found it was a brand-new bottled car key and a folded painting.
“My illustration passed, I made money. Hey. She said:
“The last time you hit the bottle, this time you got a new one. As for the painting, it’s you in my heart. I’m sorry.
I can’t wait to paint.
A high-rise apartment with bright lights, willows on the side of the road and luminous season flowers on the road, supermen wearing yellow hats “XX takeout” on the underpants, and wind and power. Superman has eyes and smiles.
As always, the pen is simple and bright.
“You’re my Superman. Thank you. I’m sorry.
I got up and held her.
Two people cry and laugh like two fools.
End:
Two months later.
After systematic medication and psychological treatment, the condition of the tungsten is effectively controlled.
She has stopped taking drugs and is able to perform relatively easy work.
She went to a new company to work as a clerk, to work simple and to draw an illustration of her time. Full and happy.
I’m rehired as a game planner. Not the same company, but because of love and hard work, I was quickly integrated into the new employer.
Mom is still sick of my condition, but she’s not against it.
We still don’t have much money to eat or travel often.
As in the past, the joy of living together is embedded in a plate of homemade foods and walking through the streets.
The other day, she pulled me up and put me in her hand.
Two high-armed cartoons were behind the back of the mountain, facing the first sun.
That was a month ago, we went to the mountains to see the sun.
In the light, our arms cheer.
I began to believe that, no matter how weak or hard, there is always another person in the world who sees you as the most important.
Because of him/her, you think you’re nothing, and you think it’s good to be alive.
Record number: YXX1pQ9npTYYEP4niNAJ0
I met him at first sight.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
Chaichus, wait!
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
