4. Twenty-year-old lovers
Lovers are 20 years old.
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
My boyfriend’s an emo weirdo.
He’s almost always emo, worried I’ll leave him.
He will suddenly hold on to my hand: “Well, you must hold my hand and never let go…”
Every time I do that, I’m gonna slap him in the head like a kid.
But in my heart I ask:
If you’re so afraid of losing me, then why did you forget my birthday and go shopping with a strange girl?
I’ve known Zhou since he was a kid.
He loved emo as a child.
The first time we met, my mom took me to his house as a guest. I’m wearing a nice little dress, pretending I’m a little princess, with grace in my hands.
At that point, Zhou came out of the house with a pink little doll.
I didn’t know why so many people came out of the house, and Zhou started to cry.
No way! How can a prince cry when he sees a princess?
So I became a knight, three steps and two steps, and put an apple into his mouth with the precision of a three-point ball.
Crying stops.
With a big apple in the ink, Zhou looked at me face to face.
Two moms made a big laugh.
Zhou’s mother smiled with her stomach: “It’s your family who can cure our little ink.” I’m sorry.
That’s right. I’m good at choreographing.
I went to one of his schools from elementary to high school because the two mothers were close.
From elementary school, he was my faithful little brother.
I lied to the teacher, and he stood with me. I dropped my class and he packed my school bags. I fell in love with him and he told me.
“Chou, ink! You! * I hate iron and steel *
“How can you say that to me, though. “It’s the headmaster who tricked me. I’m not careful! I’m sorry.
What’s with all this tea? I held my feet in his collar, and I grabbed him, “Don’t talk nonsense and tell me the truth!” I’m sorry.
“Yes, I did. “The man is too ugly for you.” I’m sorry.
He did not know whether the tears were still hanging on the horns of his eyelids, and the lashes were flashing, and he saw me with a guilty heart.
I put down my arms and stood by him and sulked.
“Haran, is high school. “You can’t go to college with me if you don’t work hard.” I’m sorry.
We ran over two girls in the hallway behind us, and the wind blew in and screamed:
“Wow, that’s the first week of the year! I’m sorry.
“He’s a good-looking and good-looking man. I’m sorry.
It never came into my mind before, and I realized that this man was already a head taller than I was and that he was not the little crybag that ran behind me.
The thought that if we weren’t in a city, we wouldn’t be able to see Zhou ink every day of the day, and suddenly there’s nothing left to remember.
The next day, I filmed eight rolls on the ink table:
“Tell me. I’m sorry.
He picks the bulge:
“Let’s teach you first grade. That’s the attitude? I’m sorry.
“You! When I hit the table, I thought it was more important to go to college with Zhou ink. I’m sorry.
“Simplicitly, call your brother. I’m sorry.
“Screech! * I’ve seen two eyes open and confronted him *
Three seconds later.
Brother Zhou, you have a lot of money, teach me! I’m sorry.
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo, as if I could still be cured by the week ink.
On the eve of Kowloon, I sent Zhou ink:
“What if I can’t do it? I’m sorry.
“No way. I taught you how to fail. I’m sorry.
“I’m serious. I’m sorry.
He hasn’t returned to me for a long time.
He came back to a short “no” when he came to bed.
I’m a little down. He won’t say anything like, “If you can’t pass, I’ll go to your city.” Even if you lie to me! It’s not very comforting!
I’m starting to get mad with Zhou.
Until one day I heard my mom and mom talking.
“Ask about your family. Isn’t our little ink studying bad lately? The other night, I was suddenly asked: “Mom, would you be angry if I didn’t finish my exams in Beijing?” I’ll make sure he doesn’t get too stressed. I won’t blame him. I’m sorry.
“Oh, come on. Isn’t Mo always first grade? But the child’s personality is sensitive, so let’s keep it under pressure. I’m sorry.
What’s wrong with you?
But I forgive him.
I bit my cap and pulled out a roll.
Zhou thought about the possibility of going to a city with me, but I didn’t mean to let him leave Qingbei and go to junk school with me!
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– I didn’t get the savings.
And I played super often.
– You can report to a school in Beijing.
The headmaster almost died ink on Zhou, because he missed the last opportunity in five years for our school to be out of town and laughed.
It was a weekend on my eighteenth birthday. I was in a bad mood.
Because Zhou didn’t say anything in ink, even said he was going to the game with his roommate.
So I went to dinner with my roommate to sing and I went back to school in the morning.
When I went downstairs, a roommate suddenly screamed.
The swing was covered in a black coat, half of his face in a shadow and seemed asleep. But in his arms he was carrying a gruesome bouquet of roses, even though he fell asleep with his head on his side, and was careful not to crush it.
“Who’s this boyfriend, he’s so cute, he’s gonna surprise his girlfriend? The blogger says:
I’m so bored, I see people, I see surprises every day.
But the closer I get, the more I feel wrong.
This coat, this hair, this eyebrow…
“Chou…”
The man in front suddenly woke up, and he got up and he looked up with his hands and feet and watched whether the flowers had been crushed and raised his head.
He stunned, and then he laughed a little bit.
“I wanted to surprise you, but it turned over. I can’t help it. I have to wait here for atonement. I’m sorry.
“I’m dead on my phone…”
He made a “shh” gesture and shoved roses into my arms.
“Do you like it?” He bends his eyelids, “Haran, happy 18th birthday.” I’m sorry.
I was trying to pretend to be cold, but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
“Well. I’m sorry.
“I have a present for you. I wonder if you like it. He’s suddenly a little mysterious.
I was curious to look behind him and there was nothing like a gift.
And he drew out from his pockets, like magic, an exaggerating bow of a gift, and hanged it in the shadows.
“Give you a boyfriend, like that? I’m sorry.
I’m with Cho ink now.
It doesn’t seem to be the same as before.
We talked, we walked side by side, we fought and we made up, and when I got angry, he made fun of me, and when he emo, I gave him some comfort.
He’s a senior, and I’m a graduate student.
After the study, I rented a room outside of the school with Zhou Zhou Zhou Ziwei, and passed through the world of two people. We agreed that the graduate degree would be awarded, that the diploma and the marriage certificate would be taken together, that the graduate photo would be taken together with the wedding picture, and that they would die.
But lately, I feel like there’s something wrong with Zhou.
He emo had to be a little too often.
On the way to class, he will suddenly hold my hand tight: “You must hold my hand and never let go of me.”
When he went to the mall, he stopped and held me in his arms: “Why are you so good that you won’t leave me suddenly?” I’m sorry.
He’ll eat my food and cry when he eats.
I asked him what happened. He said:
“You know, men have days every month, more sentimental. I’m sorry.
But he was afraid to look into my eyes.
I know, Zhou has something to hide from me.
Zhou said recently: “Truly, stay at home and do not go out.” I’m sorry.
I’m upset that I’m going to class and I’m going shopping! How can this be a runaway?
Zhou’s face with ink is a bit desperate, like I’m making a scene.
And he finally kissed me on the forehead, and he made a compromise: “Well, well, I’ll go to school and go shopping, and I’ll be with you.” I’m sorry.
I’m a little speechless:
I’m in my 20s. I’m not a kid. Besides, isn’t there something else at your lab? I’m sorry.
Zhou was in a hurry, as if something had happened. He took his coat and went back to me before he left.
“Well, don’t go out. Be good. I’m sorry.
“All right, I know. I’m at home without class today. I’m sorry.
When I heard Zhou’s ink footsteps disappearing at the door, I put on my coat, my hat and sunglasses and opened the door.
Well, I’d like to see what I’ve been told not to go out on Monday.
Zhou walked fast with ink, and I ran all the way, far behind him.
Instead of going to the lab, he went into a technology company.
However, that is not difficult to understand. Some of their projects work with out-of-school companies and there is nothing unusual about coming to the company to negotiate.
I ordered a cup of coffee in a coffee shop downstairs. A cup of coffee is about to end.
So, Zhou Ei Mo did come in a hurry because of the lab?
I packed up and ready to go home.
And behold! We behold a familiar shadow in the eye.
– Cho to Ink!
He went downstairs without his briefcase and stopped a taxi at the door.
I called a car right after him.
The taxi was again seven to eight, before a mall.
Zhou got out of the car in Mok, and there was a movie in front of the mall.
– A girl.
With long ponytails, with arms open and jumps directly, pounces over his neck and looks young and probably not even adult.
Zhou was pushed back two steps by her, but did not mean to be harsh; instead, she held her waist, beat her back and put her down.
Then they went into the mall side by side.
Far away, but I can still see the smile on his face.
I do not know what kind of mentality this is. We’ve known each other for more than a decade, we’ve been in love for five years, we haven’t walked into the house of marriage, and he’s taken someone else’s hand.
But I’m still trying to paralyze myself.
The little girl looked young, probably some relative of his, the cousin’s kid came to play, and he took a tour of the mall.
Zhou’s not gonna do it to a minor girl?
I wandered out of nowhere for some time, and I didn’t think I’d come home until I got a call from Zhou ink.
“And yet, where are you?”
I’d like to question him, and I’d like to have a big fight with him, but his voice is full of anxiety, and I put out the fire for a second.
I looked up to give an address, but I suddenly found that the surrounding environment was so strange.
Where am I?
I am a little confused, but I do not want to talk to Zhou at this point. I hung up the phone and stopped a cab by the side of the road.
“Go to Garford Park. I’m sorry.
Taxi drivers are staring at me strangely:
“Where to?”
“The Garfun Garden. I’m sorry.
“Are you sure? The driver wondered, “Cafu Park has been demolished, and now a new neighborhood has been built. Would you like to confirm? I’m sorry.
Half day, I got the wrong address.
We moved home once before, and the new neighborhood was called Yama Shuijien, and I got the names mixed up.
I must have been ink-breeded by Zhou. I’ve been losing my mind lately.
When I got home, the food was ready, the food was hot in warmer mode, and the fragrances were rousing.
There’s a sticker on the electric table. It’s ink on Zhou:
“Well, call me at home right away. I’m sorry.
Zhou’s ink shoes and coats were gone and he went out again.
Did you come looking for me?
Or did you see some little girl again?
I was suspicious, but I called him.
“Chou, I’m home. I’m sorry.
“Just get home. His voice shivering, with a bit of stifling anger, “Wait for me to come back.” I’m sorry.
Cho is really mad at me.
I’ve never seen him so angry.
As soon as he came in, he closed the door and threw his coat to the side and kicked the little stool at the door.
“I told you not to go anywhere. I’m sorry.
I’ve been hollered by him.
His eyes were red and his hair was all red and he ran straight to me, and he seemed so fierce and fragile.
“Where have you been?
“Why don’t you listen to me? You know how scared I am?
“I found out you weren’t home and went out to find you, and I searched all the way down the river with your picture, and I thought, “If I lost you, I’d jump right down.” I’m sorry.
He put me in his arms, he held me tight, so I couldn’t breathe.
“Well, do you know that sometimes I have nightmares and I can’t find you?”
“And yet I beg you not to go out alone.” I’m sorry.
He buried his head on my shoulder and cried.
I was surprised by this unexpected change.
I thought he didn’t want me to go out, lest I should see him with another girl, and listen to him, but he was really sad and afraid he wouldn’t find me.
Why?
Why do you love me so much, so worried about me, and still hold hands?
I touched his hair and whispered:
“Good. I’m sorry.
I sat on the couch and watched TV with Zhou.
On TV, social news is being broadcast:
“There have been numerous cases of trafficking of women and children in recent days, and our city police are fully engaged in following up, asking the public to be vigilant and not to give the wrong-doer a chance. I’m sorry.
Cho held my finger tight with ink.
I went over to see him.
Is that why he was so sensitive about me going out alone?
When I was thinking about undergraduates, one of our group’s classmates went out for dinner and ate late to school.
We’re all a little drunk, and we’re all going to school.
Me and another girl held a senior. The girl went to the dorm, and there was only two of us left.
I went to a few people’s place, and that chief touched me.
When I was trying to save my head, I was covered in my mouth by your big hand. He’s got another hand on me.
A man who’s just been drunk.
I looked at the people before me with indignation and struggled with fists and kicks, but I couldn’t escape the power gap.
And the fat lips shall be put on my face before I approach.
Bang.
The face was deformed before me, and then he was far away and fell back.
I’ve been taken into my arms. It’s a familiar comfort.
Zhou beat Fat ink and sent me back to the dorm.
I jumped in his arms and cried.
He was crouching down and rubbing the tears out of my eyebrow.
“You little fool, I’ll have your boyfriend pick you up next time. I’m sorry.
Zhou said he’d do it, and he’ll pick me up every time he eats like this.
Since then, he has also been particularly sensitive to this, and every time I’ve been in private with a boy, he’s been telling me everything.
I was knocking on the side of Zhou, and I asked Zhou Zhou Qianxi, if any relatives of his family had recently come to play with me and looked at me strangely and said, “No.”
I asked him again if there were any new girls in his lab, especially sweet and sweet. He looked at me even more strange, and he vowed three fingers and never looked more at other women. If he did something wrong, it’d be a thunderstorm.
“Who in the company doesn’t know my wife is the best in the world.” I’m sorry.
Zhou and Ink went back to the old patterns.
I decided to stop asking about the girl, and maybe it was a misunderstanding, because she looked so small, and after all, when he looked at me, he looked so sincere in love.
I’ve got more time with the ink. When it’s all right, we’ll go home to study and watch the play, and we’ll go to the market and buy and cook.
“Come, try my work today. I’m sorry.
Zhou wears an apron in ink and brings fragrance from the kitchen.
Zhou never cooks before. Then we moved into the little apartment, and he followed me to learn a few dishes.
At the end of the year, I spent a few nights having a cold, and he couldn’t get up in bed, and he searched his recipes, and he played drums in the kitchen all day, and he gave me a heart attack. And then the better he was, the greener he was.
“Vamicles and Coke chicken wings. He pushed the dish in front of me, “Taste it, I’ve put in new sauce. I’m sorry.
I can’t stop eating, and it’s getting better and better to be a chef at Michelin’s.
Zhou smiled with an ink.
“Are you thirsty? Have some milk. I’m sorry.
I didn’t drink milk, but it was after that big disease that I started to get me a hot glass of milk in ink every day of the week, saying the doctor said I lack calcium, and I had to make it up. I’m getting used to having a hot milk every night.
The week goes back to the kitchen in ink to pick up the new dish. I drank half a glass of milk.
As if there was some round solid scraping through my throat when it swallowed, but I didn’t care, drinking.
Weeks are getting busy again.
He comes home early and late every day, busy with his projects. But, as always, I’ve shown 120,000 resistance to my going out.
He said to me, “Yes, indeed, there is a real danger, so do not go out.” I’m sorry.
The news on TV is on the wanted criminals for trafficking in women.
I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and saw Zhou in the living room making sneaky phone calls.
He had a list in his hand and noded his head.
“Well, yes, the recent situation is still as good as before. Because she doesn’t know now, and I’m afraid she’ll get excited.”
What medication? What review? Who’s sick?
I stood there and the door was squeaky open.
Zhou was horrified and consciously hung up the phone and hid the list.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
A moment of condensation on the ink’s face, and the next moment he reacts, he shoves the paper in his pocket, and he’s like:
“Nothing. I’m sorry.
I’m staring at him, not talking.
He finally surrendered.
He hesitated to say:
“It’s the little fish dry, it’s sick. I’m sorry.
The little fish-dry was a stray beaver cat we adopted together, especially the sticky one. As soon as we got home, he came running and squealing at our legs and sleeping with us at night. School term, because we were both too busy, so we put it in a friend’s foster home. No wonder I always felt like there was something missing.
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.
He looked at me and looked at me, and he said, “Don’t worry, they’ve been sent to the pet hospital. I’m afraid you’re worried. I’m sorry.
“What pet hospital? I said, “Now I have time. I’ll take care of it myself. I’m sorry.
“Don’t. “We used to ask for help, and now they’re having a relationship. Cats get sick by accident, and they’re in a hurry. You’re gonna pick them up now. I’m sorry.
“…and so on. I’m sorry.
“Well, let’s go get the fish back together after a while. I’m sorry.
When he said so, I nod my head and said nothing.
It’s just, when I’m back in bed, I feel like I’m back.
He lied to me. Only the cat got sick?
Today is my birthday.
I’ve been watching Week ink since I woke up and found him without any indication.
He took another call in his bed, so he had breakfast.
“Where are you going this weekend?”
“Something. He’s wearing shoes and he’ll be back soon. I’m sorry.
“Can I come with you?” I asked.
And he stunned, and he smiled, and touched my head: “Be good, wait for me at home.” It’s about the project. You’re not interested. I’m sorry.
“Well, then. “I nodded in a nice place, closed the door and quickly started changing.
He just spoke to the telephone, with a natural intimacy and a similar attitude to me. That reminds me of the girl last time.
My birthday, he forgot, and now he’s out in a hurry…
I can’t think about it anymore.
It’s been a while since I’ve been out in ink.
I followed him by car and saw him parked in front of a flower shop this time.
The other cab stopped. It was the last time the girl came down.
They walked into the store and picked out a row of flowers.
She’s swaying between roses and tulips with her ink arm.
She had a smile on her face, and she kept talking about something, and some of her teeth and claws showed the vitality of the young. Zhou’s ink is a gentle and spoiled, silent listens, and forms a harmonious picture.
It’s strange that I should be jealous, but I just stand still. As if I had looked at them at some point before, in a gesture.
“Ma’am, ma’am? Can I help you? I was scared by the sound of the shopkeeper, and I turned around and ran away from the flower shop.
“Ma’am, ma’am, you dropped something! I’m sorry.
The shopkeeper was still chasing me, waving something.
It’s over, she’s so loud, they must have heard it.
What will he say when he sees me? Worried, guilty, or did he say he didn’t love me anymore?
Why don’t I just stop and wait for the shopkeeper to come after me?
At that time, they were carrying a rosary bouquet of roses, laughing at the billing counter, hearing voices, looking at me with all their eyes.
Zhou’s ink looks amazing, and the girl’s eyes are full of surprises.
I don’t know if it’s a delusion, this girl has round eyes, and five officials are like me.
She shook her ink arm and pointed at me and opened her mouth.
The shopkeeper came after me and showed me the card that she had.
And in a moment, a loud sound came, and a scrambling car approached,
And I only saw roses pouring red.
When rose petals fell before my eyes, I remembered some broken pieces.
On his knees, on his ink, with a bright ring in his hand, and all around him squeezing: “Obey him!” Promise him! Promise him!
I took a picture with Zhou shoulder to shoulder in ink, and it didn’t take long to get a red book.
In the hospital, I heard the baby crying. Zhou holds my hand with ink.
“Good work, honey.”
“Look, she has big eyes, much like you. I’m sorry.
A little girl sits in front of an empty cat’s nest with red eyes.
“Muse, don’t be sad. Little fish dry just went to Meow. I’m sorry.
The strong smell of disinfectant water, the cruel sound:
“There is no effective cure for this disease…”
I’m not in my twenties.
When I woke up, my nostrils were fragrances of roses.
I opened my eyes to a young girl.
Her skin is white, her eyes are round, she looks like me.
She made me feel familiar and close. Her name seems to be on the lips, but I can’t say it.
I can see she’s wearing a school uniform with a nameplate on her chest.
I looked up.
The little girl with the round eyes suddenly found me awake and surprised to jump in my arms. Just stood up and settled and turned back.
“Do you not know me?” I’m sorry.
“How?”
I stood up, I reached out to her, and I bent a smile, and I said, “How can I not know my daughter?” I’m sorry.
She jumped up in my arms and cried:
“I knew Dad was lying to me! You know me! I’m sorry.
I smiled at her back, kissed her on the forehead, touched her cheek.
I want to come closer, look closely at what I admire, use all my strength to remember her face and never forget it.
But I fear that the tears in my eyes will come out of my face for too long.
Her nameplate says, “Senior 2nd class, Zhou Zheng Zheng Zan.”
I don’t know if it’s because of a car crash, but I’ve got a little bit of clarity. A few pieces of memories, which seemed to have been forgotten, also surfaced as rocks after the tide.
After graduation, Zhou and I got married as scheduled. We have our own little house and a lovely daughter.
The days lived in peace and quiet until two years ago.
Two years ago, my memory suddenly began to decline.
At first, I thought I was just too busy to rest, but over time my memory disorder was getting worse.
Later, there were even cognitive barriers.
I can’t remember how many floors I live in, I can’t begin to find the right path and end up lost in a unit writing building.
Cho took me to the hospital.
Alzheimer’s.
C.T. shows that my brain atrophy is obvious.
Doctors say that there is no cure for the disease and that brain atrophy is irreversible. There is a gradual loss of cognitive capacity, physical impairment and, ultimately, death due to complications.
“Doctor, isn’t it a mistake? Zhou holds the hand of the attending in ink, and asks, “How can she be so ill when she is only forty?” I’m sorry.
According to the doctor, the procedure for this disease is not yet clear, and there are also cases of young people. Now that it has been diagnosed, we must do our best to treat it.
Zhou did not believe in evil and took me to several hospitals.
The same response was received.
“Don’t spend the money. I’m fine now. I’m laughing at my ink arm, “I’m stupid, there’s no more room to be stupid, don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
Zhou smiled with the ink and squeezed my hand:
“What do I have to fear? I have two daughters. I’m sorry.
He laughed, he pretended.
I remember many nights, and when he thought I was asleep, he carefully held me in his arms, whispering:
“But don’t leave me alone.”
All my clothes are stuck in his card:
“My name is Horan, and my husband is Zhou Ei Moe, and if you meet me, please contact my husband and have a good life. I’m sorry.
Every time he goes out, he holds my hand, and he never tires of stressing:
“And yet you must hold my hand and never let go…”
As far as we’ve been, he’ll tell me, over and over and over and over again, what we’ve been through:
“You see, this is your undergraduate school. I have special feelings about the swing of your school, and I sat on it all night waiting for you. I’m sorry.
“And yet, you see, this is where we find the little fish dry. When you were 12, it was too old to go to Meow. I’m sorry.
Even so, my cognitive ability has deteriorated day by day.
Finally, one day, I don’t know the admirer.
When my memory was trapped in my twenties, I thought I was a college student and rented with Zhou ink in the apartment of Garfun. They go to school every day, do projects, date shopping.
When Zhou enters with ink, he jumps up to give him good news.
“Daddy, you lied to me. Mother knows me! She knows I’m her daughter! I’m sorry.
I put a smile on the way in for weeks.
“I’m a bit more brain-headed now, and I might have been hit by a car, but it’s done. I’m sorry.
The week was filled with ink and then noded and folded the medical records on his hand into his coat pocket.
He walked to my bed and he asked me:
“What else hurts? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
He’s always been a handsome young man in my head, and now he’s close to looking, and he’s got wrinkles on his eyebrows.
Yeah, after all, 40 years old.
I looked at the white hair on his head, and I thought with some heart:
How many of these have been created for my own suffering?
The day I got out of the hospital, Monday took a day off with Motte, and the three of us had a day in town.
A gentle husband, a lively daughter, how happy we would have been if we hadn’t been sick.
In the corners they didn’t see, I snuck my tears.
I wish I could always do that.
At night, we went down to dinner.
Naturally, I’ve given Mu-mu food: “Muse, this is your favorite scallop, eat more.” I’m sorry.
“Are you allergic?” I’m sorry.
Zhou laughs in the ink: “Don’t you like it? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Or did she break the silence and her eyes burn: “Mom, remember! I’m sorry.
I also had a surprise: “Yeah, how did I remember?” You’re not gonna hit it, are you? I’m sorry.
“What’s my favorite color?” I wonder.
“Yellow. Lively, like you. I’m sorry.
# Nod with a smile #
“When’s my dad’s birthday? I’m sorry.
“October 25th. I’m sorry.
“Where’s yours?”
November 20th. I’m sorry.
Obsessed eyes are getting brighter.
“I’m going to ask a hard question! “When you two were married for a few weeks, you went on a trip to Tibet?” I’m sorry.
I put my chin in my head and I thought, “I remember when you were little and we entrusted you to Grandma for five years. I’m sorry.
“It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful. I’m sorry.
“Mommy eat more.” Quick!
Zhou looked around with ink, and the smile was deep, and the eye was a little bright.
In the evening, we sent Mumu back to school. I went home with Joe.
“It’s been a long time. “Leave in bed, I say to Zhou ink.
“No hard work, I told you. I’m happy to have another daughter.” “Don’t you have too much burden, isn’t it? We stick to exercise, we stick to treatment, we might get better. I’m sorry.
“Really?”
“Yes. He’s determined to head the site.
I nod my head and smile.
“Yeah, I heard there’s a new movie coming out. Shall we go see it tomorrow night? “We’ll be in the ink.
“Okay. “I promised to be clean.
In the middle of the night, I climbed down the bed.
Zhou was shaken with ink, and he asked, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I said, “Toilet.” I’m sorry.
He dazzled and fell asleep.
I went into the bathroom and turned on the phone.
Start editing memos.
September 29th, clear.
He left the hospital today and ate with Zhou Elektra and Mumu.
I ordered my favorite red roasted fish, I liked seafood platters and three cups of chicken in ink. We ordered tea together.
I asked a few questions, and I answered them, and everyone was happy to think that my condition was back.
Another memo, called “Present”, was added to the article: “Muse recently likes to drink ox home’s taro-boated milk tea and go ice three-point sugar.”
I did it in a hurry, I did it in my heart again, and I clicked to save.
683 memorandums.
The bells are ringing. I sat out of bed.
The covers were empty, and Zhou came from outside the door with the soft voice of Mok:
“Oh, yes, breakfast. I’m sorry.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
I turned out of bed, with an eyebrow, tears.
There was a little pain in the head, and last night I cried because it was like I had a nightmare and it was empty inside.
But it doesn’t matter. It’s just a dream.
I sat across from Zhou ink and asked him for breakfast:
“It’s my 23rd birthday and the fifth anniversary of our love. I’m sorry.
“No.” I’m sorry.
“Huh! I was staring at him and my nostrils, “Really? I’m sorry.
“Not really. Zhou looks a little helpless with ink.
“You’re done. You lost me. I’m sorry.
I pretend to be angry and stand up and leave the table.
The doorbell rings at this time.
“Who in the morning?” I walked over to the door.
It’s a lovely rose.
“Is this Mrs. Heran? I’m sorry.
“Yes. I nod my head.
“This is Mr. Chow’s delivery of your roses, please check in. I’m sorry.
I looked back with surprise, and he kind of nodded at me.
I take roses.
“Do you like it?”
I tried to shake my head, but I couldn’t stop laughing.
“How old are you, childish? I’m sorry.
“For you, 80 is not childish. He laughs.
He reached out to me with a hand, and the gentleman bowed: “So, Miss Haran, may I have the pleasure of inviting you to a film tonight? I’m sorry.
I pretended to think and put my hand on it:
“It’s hard. I’m sorry.
He’s smiling at his eyes.
He held my hand hard:
“And yet, you have to hold it, and you will never let go.” I’m sorry.
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Case number: YXX1z836K4esJ3b8dXH2mAB
Fish.
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
Repatriation, etc.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
