What’s the experience of getting married? – What?
I married a little girl, but he wasn’t my sweetheart. Yesterday afternoon, he sent a circle of friends, a picture of him and his white moonlight, smiling brightly, unshielding me, texting in great style, “ten years apart.” At 12:30, Guan opened the door.
I had said that 12 times in my heart, but he was drunk and came back and fell on me.
It’s still numb.
I dragged him to the couch.
“Gouan. I called his name.
“Hmm? “He came to me in vagueness, and suddenly he was blindfolded by the stinging eyes of a man, drunk and small and beautiful.
“Old wife?”
“Let’s get divorced. I took a breath, and I kept it simple.
“…”
He coagulated me, his head was crooked, his shirt was ripped apart by two buttons when he entered the door, and I couldn’t help looking up, and he looked at me.
“From what? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t, I… my soul is here…”
“What’s the wife talking about?” I’m all here.”
“…”
I bit my teeth.
He’s fine. He closed his eyes and breathed in front of me.
Not for a while. Sleep well.
I don’t know.
“Sleep in bed, Guanan…”
I had to drag him down to the bed, and this time he let me hold him, and he put half of his body on me, like a muddy beach, and stuck it on me.
Throw him on the bed, I breathed, I climbed over to the bed headlight.
It’s dark inside.
And We shall sleep on one side of the bed, and be seated on the other side, and they shall not be able to breathe, as they were prepared to enter the earth.
He’s got nothing to do with it.
I slowly figured out how to open it to him tomorrow when Guan is awake.
And suddenly, one person held him tight.
It’s not that bad, I feel like I can’t help myself.
“Don’t divorce me, dye me…”
His breath hit me in my neck, softly, like a dream.
See, that’s what he does, and he breaks a man’s heart easily, regardless of what he does.
The next day, I made breakfast, and Zou An came out of the bedroom with his head covered in clean short sleeves and a big pants. I think I’m sick and I think he’s handsome after all these years.
“Good morning, wife.”
He pulled the chair, sat across from me and drank with the milk in front of me, where I had drunk.
“Gouan. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? “He’s got his tail and his hands are pulling the trigger.”
“Let’s get divorced. I’m sorry.
His hand finally stopped.
“You cheated? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t. I’m sorry.
“You have someone you like? I’m sorry.
“…no. I’m sorry.
“You’ve got cancer, you don’t want to get me into trouble, so you’re ready to let go? I’m sorry.
Are you sick? I can’t help it.
“Then why divorce? “He looked at me, and his eyes were shallow, and he didn’t know what he was thinking.
“We don’t fit, and we don’t…”
“We like each other. I’m sorry.
“…”he’s got a mouthful, he’s got a sound, and he smiles.
“It’s only children who talk like it. I’m sorry.
“Whatever you say. I’m just going to follow him back with my pocket and look a little higher.
“You’re divorcing me. Does your mother know? I’m sorry.
My mom didn’t know I was a family partner, and I had a little money at home, and my mom looked at him as a child.
If I told my mom I was getting a divorce, she’d have to cut my head open and ask me what I was thinking.
“Let’s discuss this again, okay? I’m sorry.
I’m going to kill you while I can.
“I’m late for work. Go change. I’m sorry.
When he left, he left me with a kiss on my mouth.
Guan left, I was paralyzed in my chair and I lit the circle.
The ring of friends on his finger was issued yesterday afternoon.
It was at the door of their company, and there were two people in the picture who were not close, but who laughed and were so good.
He didn’t block me. He put words in great shape. “Ten years apart.”
Beusey’s back.
It’s still beautiful, strong, as if she could crush my little confidence that I built across the screen.
High school was the last time I ever wanted to remember.
I wasn’t so skinny at the time, I wasn’t fat, but I was strong because my mom always liked to feed me, and the best thing I had was snacks.
When I was a kid, I wasn’t much of a talker, and I’m not really good at cross-sectioning, and I’m being mocked by the fact that I don’t want to go to a bar.
I am not one of the world’s men.
Since he was a kid, he likes to play around, he’s got a lot of friends, he’s changed his girlfriends since junior high.
And I was fine in junior high, alone in peace, and in high school I met Beuse.
I was isolated by her and her group.
I’m lonely, but I can’t stand them chewing on my tongue, calling me strong, saying I’m ugly, saying I love Zhuan.
Yeah, I like Gunan.
Who doesn’t like a guy who smiles and talks so nicely and you see him every day?
But I love to be with you. That’s me, the coward, the secret I’ve been hiding.
The blessing of Tobesuye and her little group, and I like Quanan, became a joke that almost everyone in my high school knew.
I remember when Guan just heard about it, he was still smiling.
“Fuck, you like me? Scared. I’m sorry.
He was such a man who didn’t care to crush my poor self-esteem.
Oh, and, Guan and Beusei are together.
He’s been talking to his girlfriend for the longest time, I know. He really moved.
I should be too.
She’s pretty, and she’s the president of the student council. She and Guan are kind of like people.
Bai Sooy gave me a nickname, led me in isolation, told my teacher that I had a small copy of my school and threw my book from the window.
Just because I don’t fit in her eyes, she says she hates me.
I was bullied by them, I cried in the classroom, and I was run over by Guan, who was looking for Bassouy.
“Oh, don’t cry. Who’s been bullying you? I’m sorry.
Half of him was lying next to me, and I must have cried uglyly, and the little girls at that time cared about their image in front of people.
I hate it when I can’t show myself in front of Conan.
At the age of the day, the lovers seemed to be everything.
He knows, and he knows who is bullying me.
He’s still standing next to me and saying the cool thing.
‘Cause Guan and Bai Sooy are one kind of people, just as big, just as bad, always so good together.
But then they broke up.
I think I was at least a little jumpy at the moment I heard about their break-up.
But I saw Guan’s face in the dark for days.
He’s very concerned, and he doesn’t have that look on his face when he broke up, but he’s been so mean, all day long, he’s got a heavy look.
I’ve never seen him look like that again.
One day I was left alone on duty.
By the time it was all finished, the sun had completely crossed the horizon, and I came out of the classroom and saw Guan alone smoking on the fence in the building.
He’s tall, he’s lazy, he’s half-faced in smoke, and his eyes don’t know where to look.
I can see a few.
“Just a little less. I walked next to him.
He looked down at me and came out of his voice.
“You broke up? I’m sorry.
He picks out the eyebrow, wipes out the smoke, looks at me and talks.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
Sounds a little dumb.
“It hurts? I’m sorry.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry.
“…”
Then we stopped talking.
When we got to the stairs, Guanan stopped.
He looked at me, and I suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Have some fun? I’m sorry.
“…”
“Okay. At least if that makes you happy…
The game is rock scissors, and the losers carry the winner home.
But when I’m really going to go on my back, I’m not alone.
The stone shears won two in three and Guan won all.
Seriously, a big boy of eight feet is really hard to back off.
The key is that I’m still restless on my back and my fingers are pointed at my ears.
“Lin, you’re a real cow. I’m sorry.
He didn’t come down at all, and I couldn’t say why he was behind his back.
I walked hard and he was singing softly on my back.
I was tired when I got to the door.
He jumped from me and looked at me, and he didn’t speak, in stark contrast to my.
After the meeting, he finally spoke and called me by my name.
“Lined. I’m sorry.
“Hmm…”
“If you can lose up to 90 pounds, I’ll make you my girlfriend. I’m sorry.
How much did Guan say about me back then?
At least it’s deep, it’s carved in my heart.
I started to lose weight, first by buying diet pills, for weeks at a time, but with too little effect; and then I looked for all kinds of diets online, every one of them.
Actually, I’m a very long-term man, and this time I couldn’t believe the frog jumped upstairs for months.
When I’m running in circles downstairs, I don’t even know what that means.
It started out as a joke that Guangan might have told me.
I ran in front of the sunset.
It was painful at the beginning of the diet, and my mother’s cooking was delicious and sometimes I could cry out of hunger.
I was in such a hurry, sometimes just drinking water, or eating eggs, and I finally got myself into a hospital with all this exercise.
I’ve had stomach problems since then.
But then it turns out that I’m going from a 160-pound fat guy to a 90-pound skinny guy.
And one thing I don’t want to admit is that even when I’m skinny, I don’t look good at White Sooy.
Even as if no one noticed my change.
Not even Guan.
“Why did he call me out, huh?” He looked at me in his pocket, and it’s been three months since he broke up, but it looks like he’s back to normal.
But he hasn’t had a girlfriend in three months.
“Do you see any changes in me? I’m sorry.
“…like a slender? * He scrammed me. *
“…you remember you…” I can’t say any more.
He clearly doesn’t remember.
I felt like I was about to cry.
“Oh, I remember. I’m sorry.
But then, his hand came over my head, rubbed two.
“I told you to be my girlfriend? I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and I could never deny that his eyes were full of Milky Way, and that when he smiled, he could open up that small star.
“How kind, girlfriend. I’m sorry.
That’s it. I’m with Guan.
Guan took me to see his brother, to drink, to jump to the bar, a world I’ve never known.
Frequent flashes of light are on the surroundings, and the agitated drums pound on my eardrums, so that I can keep my head down and speak in my ears.
“Do you like it?”
Not like that. It’s the world of Guan, noisy, loud, bipolar and uneasy.
He took my hand and pulled me out of the room.
I watched him turn down his head and light his eyes and shine on the street lights of the city.
Pick out his pretty outline.
“Why don’t you go inside? I asked him.
He took a cigarette and looked at me, and the fire was dark.
“Are you used to jumping, huh?”
“I’m used to it. I’m not just used to it, I’m also…”
The day when the city was still raging, the lights on the street were shining, and I took a smug smoke and smoked it and sprayed it on my face.
And half of his face was blinded and his eyes were full of light.
“I want to divorce Guan. After work this afternoon, I guess Guanan won’t be home for dinner tonight, so I’ve got a date with a friend.
Suzie was a law student at my college. I wanted her to help me draft my divorce papers.
“Divorced? So suddenly? I remember your husband being nice. I’m sorry.
“…”
“He’s good as shit. I’m sorry.
“…”
“So there was a fight?”
But I thought, after all these years, I’ve never had a fight with Guan.
Eating, working, sleeping, playing the role of a model couple in other people’s eyes, I can’t say how close I am.
But there’s a balance that’s kept us safe for years.
Until Beuse’s come along.
“In fact, our problems have been there. * I played the scrawl wall, it made a sound. *
“But I hid it. I’m sorry.
“Go and drink with me. “I pulled Suzie’s hand.
Before that, I went to bars so few times that I didn’t even think I’d do the same thing.
It’s because it’s a drink that’s not sad.
“Oh, don’t get drunk. I’m sorry.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you listen and I’ll call your husband. I’m sorry.
“Look! Go and find him! He must be drinking too! I don’t know how many cups I’ve had, the shadows have turned into several, the lights have a headache, but the alcohol is really paralyzing the nerves.
“I’m your last name. I’m my first name. I’m my first name.
“Well, it’s nice too. I’m sorry.
The sound on the other side suddenly changed, and I looked up, and I couldn’t see it. I saw only a white corner, and I grabbed his arm and frown.
“Who are you?”
“Your husband. I’m sorry.
He came near me, cut my messy hair in his ear, his eyes were dark, he couldn’t see anything.
“Your fucking husband must be drinking.” I’m sorry.
“…”
He sat next to me, took the wine from my hand, shook and stood up at my chin.
“Why did you divorce me? I’m sorry.
‘Cause you’re an asshole. I’m sorry.
He picked the bulge.
“This alcohol is a real mistake. I’m sorry.
I looked at his face, and his eyes were still gentle, with a little light on the bar. That’s the man I liked for a long time. I reached out and held his eyebrow.
He didn’t move, and he looked at me, and my hand went down with my eyebrow, eyes, nostrils, mouth, and I slit his face.
“Don’t think I don’t know. Your moonlight’s back. I’m sorry.
“Blank moonlight”?
“Yes, you took pictures, not only of you, but also of friends, and you laughed together. I’m sorry.
“Do you say Beuse?” He responded.
“How did she become my moonlight?” I’m sorry.
“You always liked him!”
“…”
I suddenly heard him laugh.
It’s the kind of laughter that can’t hold.
His hand scratched my cheek and pinched my face.
“Drink, you’re funny. I’m sorry.
And then suddenly he pulled me into his arms, he held me in his head, and his voice was low, and he scratched me in my ear, “especially when I was drunk. I’m sorry.
His chest is warm, and I’m more of an alcoholicly paralyzed brain, and it’s only a matter of time before I remember being held by the man I’m looking at.
Guan, let go of me. I’m going to divorce you! I’m sorry.
“No, I don’t have any contact with Bai Sui, okay? I’m sorry.
“…”
“No way!”
“I’m leaving…”
“Because it’s not really about Beuse.”
I looked down, but I couldn’t say what I said later, and he looked at me for half a day, and he looked at me, and he saw my tears.
“You cried and dyed? I’m sorry.
And he lifted up my head by my chin, and his abdomen wrangled to the tears of my cheeks, so that the more I cried, he completely panicked.
“Stop crying, stop crying, I was wrong…”
“I was wrong. Stop crying, will you? I’m sorry.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone like that.
Sitting in front of me, a little bit of panic, a little bit of twirling, but it’s not true.
“Drink, stop drinking, let’s go home. I’m sorry.
He turned, and he put me on his back, and I held him around the neck, and I laughed.
“Kou An, do you remember, I’ve carried you so. I’m sorry.
“…” I felt him.
“What was so stupid about that? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I’m stupid. I’m sorry.
I looked at the moon on the sky and suddenly I felt so tired.
“Guan, let’s get a divorce when we get back. I’m sorry.
“No good. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have a choice. I’m sorry.
“Why are you saying that? * I can’t hate him if he’s a little bit over my head and the street light closes his face. *
“You hear that, divorce!” I argued to his ear.
“Don’t leave. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you just leave me alone, and if you bully me, and if you don’t talk to me I won’t talk to you…” I grabbed his collar, and the less I said.
At the end of the day, I grabbed his collar and fell asleep.
It’s a third year summer.
Guan’s performance was good, at the threshold of the two first-class schools in the country, and I pursued him as hard as I could, and he dumped him in the late third grade.
The day the results were published, he and I went to the same university.
Big B is my first volunteer, his second volunteer.
And he filled out his first volunteer, Big, but he fell by two points.
I was so happy to know that he was in the same college.
But when I went to him with this joy, he simply responded.
“We’ll be at a school later. I’m sorry.
He turned his head over the phone and squeezed a sound out of his voice.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
Guan? I’m sorry.
“…”
“Wasn’t it because you didn’t get A Big…”
“None. I’m sorry.
“B, I’m fine, and I’m…
“Do you have a problem? It’s okay. I’m bored. He looked up at me, he looked up.
“…”
– And I’m at B Big.
I never said that again.
During the summer, Guan and his brother spent two months at the Internet cafe.
And then I realized that it was Bessouy, and Bessouykor got A Big.
You see, I’m in his heart, and I don’t know if I’m lucky he didn’t go to the same school as Basu Eko.
Among me and Beusei, he’ll definitely choose Beusei.
– I understood that clearly.
The next day I woke up and my head was about to explode.
Worse still, I saw the man sitting in front of my bed.
-Guan.
“How many bottles did you drink all night?” I’m sorry.
“Hmm? Lin?
He drags his tail and pulls out a nice, but painful tune.
“…”
I hold the covers, I don’t know, but my head is in real pain, and it’s blurry towards his eyes, and it’s dark, and I realize that he’s serious.
“…”
“Don’t talk?”
“Guan, you don’t control me.”
“Don’t mind you?” I’m laughing at him. “I’m your husband. I’m sorry.
“It’s almost not. * And I looked at him like this might be a little higher *
“Well, let’s not talk about this, dye. You know how much you drink when you first go to the bar? I’m sorry.
“…”
It’s really my fault.
It would be hard for me to imagine what would happen to me if I hadn’t been drunk.
“Don’t drink next time, okay?”
“Direct…”
And suddenly he came to me, and he slowed down, and he was a little depressed, and he rubbed with tenderness.
“I guess I can’t stand it without you. I’m sorry.
“…”
I knew it. Divorce wasn’t that easy.
Lo! thou art soft in heart, but he hath made a decision, and hath made a mess of it.
I was holding my head on a desk.
That’s when my phone rings.
Strange number, never seen before.
I responded to the call a little bit, and even distracted myself to speculate whether the call was for me to buy a house or for me to report, and the woman’s voice on the other side almost let me loose.
Yeah, it’s been so many years, Linden, you’re still scared to hear her voice.
This phone call, it’s from Beuse.
“Hey, Linden, long time no see. I’m sorry.
The women on the phone have always been loud, and I can’t help but squeeze the phone.
What’s wrong?
“We senior high school classmates are going to meet at the Mardi Gras on Saturday. Are you in? I’m sorry.
“Don’t participate. I’m sorry.
“Oh, yeah? Guan promised me he’d come. I’m sorry.
“…”
“Oh, I just heard you and Guan were married. I’m sorry.
“…”
I hung up.
Just hang up because I really don’t want to hear the next thing.
I called Guan.
“Hello, wife?” He picks up fast.
“Guan, you come to the Civil Administration. I’m sorry.
“…”
“We’re divorced. I’m sorry.
“What’s up, honey?”
“Guan, stop messing with me and let’s get this straight. I’m sorry.
“…”
The phone was silent over there.
He suddenly fell down.
“Okay, honey, you’ll wait for me at the house of civil affairs. I’m sorry.
“…”
The Government has moved to the new district, and the flower plaque next to the Civil Administration, though green, is so small that I waited for a quarter of an hour to arrive.
He came in the first car after we got married, and we both agreed that the family had money and could no longer take money from it, that Guan had not been a director at the time, and that I was just an intern teacher, and I was really happy when I bought the first car.
But then there was a second third car, but without the excitement of two people squeezing on the sofa, how long before they could buy it.
He was wearing a suit, his tie was crooked, he came to me as soon as he saw me, and his hair was a little messy.
“I just had a meeting, wife…”
“Come on, let’s go. “I’m really not comfortable with his tie.
But he didn’t move behind me.
“Honey, can’t we get together? I’m sorry.
“…Gouan. I’m sorry.
“I know, and then I thought, and I’m good enough I can’t go back if I can’t go back.”
“You know, I’d really like to go back and beat the shit out of me. I’m sorry.
“…”
“Guan, it’s not funny, I’m not gonna forgive you. I’m sorry.
“…” he silently.
“Are we really not going back? I’m sorry.
“I can’t go back. I’m sorry.
“Yes, so.”
And he looked up at me, and his eyes were bright, and his eyes were bright, and he was silent and in love, and my heart was drawn down uncontrollably.
But the next second he held me tight.
To say yes, run with me.
“What are you doing? Guanan! Put me down!”
I started to struggle, and he was holding my waist with one hand.
“Don’t move. I’m sorry.
I knew it. This dog man, he can’t do it.
“Do you believe me? I’m sorry.
“Call, there’s no one here anyway. It’s my bad luck if someone finds out. I’m sorry.
Guan! I’m sorry.
He was so mad, he got in the car, he closed the door, he put me in the back seat.
Get your hands off my hair.
“Honey, be good. Calm down. I’m sorry.
“… and you’ll have to push it, Guan. I’m sorry.
“Angered? “He approaches me, and his eyes are bright and light, and when he smiles, he opens up the earth.
“Do you remember the day I first told you about your divorce? I’m sorry.
I don’t want to laugh.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“That day, you came home after midnight the fourth night in a row. I’m sorry.
“…”
“I know, I know you’re busy. Yeah, well, that’s the small thing between husband and wife. I used to feel like I could stand it, and then I realized I couldn’t live with it. I’m sorry.
“Every night I tell you what you’re going to do, what difference does it make when I look at a table every night and divorce? I’m sorry.
“Stained you listen to me…”
“You’re taking pictures with Beuse, and I admit I’m jealous. I’m sorry.
I started crying with the collar of his shirt.
Lin Dynasty, you’re so unchaste.
“Dye, stop crying, will you listen to me…”
“I haven’t lived like a transparent man in years! I’m sorry.
“Did you really notice me? Or is it because I’m so good and I like you so much? I’m sorry.
“You don’t know I have stomach problems, you don’t know that I’ve been to hospitals for a few years since we got married. I’m sorry.
“That’s my own number. I’m sorry.
“You never said you’d take me out, go anywhere, park, climb, sea, you can’t take me once we’ve been married for five years.”
“You’ve been working. Yeah, it’s amazing. You’re in the director’s seat. I’m sorry.
“You were happy to see Bai Soo Yee. After 10 years, why didn’t you make a date to the hotel that night? I’m sorry.
“Lined! I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and I didn’t know what kind of violent look he was using.
“It’s not what you think.
“You asked me if I could go back, yes, give you a chance to go to your ex-girlfriend. I’m sorry.
The last sentence, I yelled out.
“…”
He’s low-eyed, he’s quiet.
If you’re a man, get a divorce. I’m sorry.
“So can I say I’m not a man? He looked up at me and his eyes were blinded and he couldn’t see anything.
Guan! I’m sorry.
“I don’t have an ID. I’m sorry.
“…”
When he said that, he didn’t look at me, he still didn’t let me go.
“Okay, you’re good. *I made it out of him. He was afraid I’d get hurt again.
I got out of the car and I hit the door hard.
“On Monday, I’ll send you a letter of divorce. I’m sorry.
And Guan’s house is not going to be able to go back, and I’ve sorted things out.
When my mom saw me, it wasn’t a long time ago.
“A fight with Goo An? I’m sorry.
“Not a fight, a divorce. I’m sorry.
She’s still washing dishes, and she’s getting it out of the kitchen.
“What did he do to you? I’m sorry.
“Nothing happened. I’m sorry.
“What’s going on? Hey, no. Are you messing around with us? I’m sorry.
“What’s the matter with you?”
Come to my mother, I can’t keep my tears.
When she saw me cry, she probably realized that I was serious, and she came to shoot me in the back.
“Don’t cry. How old are you? I’m sorry.
“Are you my mother? I’m sorry.
“Do you really think I’m bullying you?” She looked me in the eye and opened her mouth carefully.
“That kid won’t find a woman outside? I’m sorry.
I’m silent.
“Hey, really?”
I see she’s back in the kitchen to get a knife and hold it.
“Don’t get mixed up. Leave me alone. It’s my business. I’m sorry.
I lie in my room in bed.
After all these years, my mother left me a room, and she said that if I hadn’t been there, there would still be a place to go back.
I looked at the ceiling and suddenly I was so tired.
In the old city, the noises of the school children were still high, the bike bells were squeaked, and the vendors were squeaking down the stairs, as if they had taken time.
I told my mother not to go down there and danced with other aunts. She didn’t care if her daughter got hurt and got divorced.
I was all right to be home alone.
It’s just a bit of a pain at first, but I’m also an expert on stomach disease, and I’ve taken some pills in my mom’s medicine cabinet, and I’ve put some hot water on the bed.
But later, it hurts.
It hasn’t happened before, which means that I can’t walk through it. I don’t remember if I had stomach problems when I lost weight in high school.
I wanted to call my mom, but my cell phone just got to my bed, and I had to kneel in my stomach, and I really didn’t think about anything but pain, and my first contact was Quan.
I don’t know.
The initials of Guanan’s name are actually in the back, except for one time when he added his name to my phone.
I was suffocating and suddenly thought it was Saturday.
Goo-an’s still going to that reunion?
The phone’s on, two sounds, he’s picking up fast.
“Hello, dye?”
There was noise on the phone, the noise of men and women, the noise of beer bottles coming together, and I heard someone shouting his name and passing it through the microphone in my ear.
Lin Din, how can you hear so clearly?
Finally, I didn’t say anything. I hung up.
When the phone slipped from my hand, I thought of two things.
The first is how the stomach hurts so much.
The second is how to get clean with Guan.
I don’t know.
“Stained, don’t sleep. Where is it? I’m sorry.
I feel like someone shakes me, opens my eyes a little bit, blurs and can’t see anything.
He held me in his arms, pinched my neck, but my stomach still hurts, softly responding.
“Can you get on the ground? He turned his back on me.
I went up and he carried me back and went downstairs.
The wind across the street, I shrunk, the lights sway, and I can only see a little short hair.
Guan? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“How do you know where I am? I’m sorry.
“That’s the only place you can go, and when you’re little you just cry. I’m sorry.
“…”
“I regret it, Guan. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry too, Linden. I’m sorry.
“You said if I’d known I liked you earlier, wouldn’t that be all? I’m sorry.
“It’s only children who talk like it. I’m sorry.
He laughed twice and took care of me.
“It’s true. I’m sorry.
Guanan…
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“Don’t be a fool. You know I don’t like Bessie. Why are you going to her reunion? I’m sorry.
He’s silent.
The street lights were stretched, and I know he couldn’t answer.
I was woken by the sound of the crowd running.
I leaned on the hospital’s porch, pinned a needle on my back, and the medicine dripped down in a canister.
Guan is sitting next to me.
“Lin, I’m an asshole. I’m sorry.
All of a sudden he’s out of his mind.
“…”
“It’s useless to say this at a time like this, Guan, but still to leave. I’m sorry.
He laughed.
“How scared are you that I won’t marry you? I’m sorry.
“…”
I’m silent.
He didn’t speak, we watched the hospital’s porch together, the crowd was moving and the fragrance gradually surrounded us.
“It’s a big project that White Sour came to us on behalf of their company. I’m sorry.
He suddenly spoke softly.
“Direct, I admit, I am secular. I’m sorry.
“It’s okay to have a circle of friends, or to go to a party. It’s all I can get to her. I’m sorry.
“This project has been going on for a long time, and my father and his other “good son” are watching their company, and I have to find a way to get close to her. I’m sorry.
“That circle of friends, I don’t mean anything else, but it’s mostly to show hostile companies that I’m a little old-fashioned with the project manager. I’m sorry.
“So too, I went to her party, drank her wine, and she had to relax. I’m sorry.
“I admit I didn’t like you in high school. I’m sorry.
“But when I was with you, I found out that I really liked you, more than I thought I could, and I couldn’t control myself and never want to leave you again. I’m sorry.
“I’ve always been used to you being a good boy, no troubles, no noises, no tempers, and then I knew you’d put up with me. I’m sorry.
“I can’t ask you back now, can I? Can you wait for me, when I climb up, when I don’t have to smile, when I’m on the table, when I’m sitting where everyone looks, I’ll marry you again? I’m sorry.
He looked at me in silence and looked at me in a desperate and quiet look.
“…”
“It’s so open, Gu’an. After all, you chose between your career and mine, right? I’m sorry.
He looked at me half-baked. His eyes were pretty, he used to be a little unspoken, but now he can’t see anything in his eyes, and the fog is clouded, and he’s wearing a dead end.
He suddenly put his hand on my back and kissed me.
It was a deep, but fast kiss.
He attacked the city a little, but withdrew and left when I reacted.
He raised my chin and kissed my mouth again.
I pushed him away this time.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
His eyes fell down, his throat was blown by a stroke, and his voice was hidden, as if it were going to spread in the wind.
“I chose my career. I’m sorry.
“Well, looks like the divorce is finally settled. “I nod my head, and I have the urge to get out of here right now.
“But a little, Guan, I won’t wait for you. I won’t wait for you anymore. I’m sorry.
Change your perspective.
“Mr. White, have a good time. I’m sorry.
At the entrance to the Westside Hotel, each time a table at this point was closed, the suit was worn, and there was a bit of alcohol.
Mr. Gu, you’ve been drinking like this. A middle-aged man with another young man on his shoulder, with eyelashes on his lips and a smile like that.
“Thank you, Uncle Li, for not being able to work together without you. “It’s hard to keep his face muscles under control and try to make him smile better.
“Come on, how did you get back? What did you do? I’m sorry.
“Where’s your address?”
The middle-aged have asked Guan-an for a ride while talking.
“Home” Guan’s voice suddenly went down.
When the middle-aged looked at him like that, they only saw him with his mouth shut.
“Well, where do you live? I’m sorry.
“I can’t go back first. Please sit first, Uncle Li. My home is not far away. But the next second he smiled on his face and remembered to block Uncle Lee when he was stuck in a taxi.
Middle-aged people can’t help but think that this young man is alive and alive.
I can’t help it.
“Where you belong, we’ll go along.” I’m sorry.
“Damn, no…”
“It’s all right, Inspector Gu, let me drive you. A woman’s voice came straight in.
White Sooy’s long dress today, with her body on top of her body, slightly leaning over her body and a few threads falling down.
She always knew how to show men her most beautiful place.
Gu An’s blinding.
“Oh, that’s good. I’ll go first. Middle-aged people reacted first, laughed, snapped at the door.
The taxi was gone, and he suddenly felt a pain in his neck in the wind this winter.
Guan, are you drunk? “Bassouy opened her mouth, like a mouth cut in the cold night.
“Hey. It’s not drunk. It’s just a few drinks. I’m sorry.
“Then go, follow me to the car and I’ll take you home. I’m sorry.
“No, Mr. Bai, I’ll leave you alone, take care of your cooperation, and you’ll be a child.” I’m sorry.
“Guan, can you stop telling me all this bullshit? I’m sorry.
Bassouye suddenly lifted the tone, and the two were standing in the street, looking down and losing their face.
“I know you and Lin are divorced and she doesn’t deserve you, and I don’t think you can see I’m interested in you. I’m sorry.
“We’re not married now, and if you have my property, you know how easy it is to take down your brother. I’m sorry.
“It’s a pretty thorough understanding. “The sound of Guan’an is not in the air, but he hides it in the night, and he can’t see it in secret.
“Don’t scream all the time, you can call me Soy. I’m sorry.
Bai Soo-Yi moved forward, and his white fingers crossed Guan’s neck, and he stayed still, with his eyes on him, and he didn’t know what to think.
The atmosphere was a little restless, Bessou was a little timid, and his feet were lifted, and the distance between the two was coming a little closer.
Guanan pushed her away.
A little strong, she was pushed.
“No, Mr. White, I’m gonna throw up all the drinks we just had tonight. I’m sorry.
As a matter of fact, because of alcohol gin’s a bit of a retardation, he suddenly thought of someone else when he came in.
Linden never kissed him.
He thinks now he’ll be crazy to think of her from anywhere.
Guan! “Bassouy called him a little hateful.
“Where can I be worse than Lin? We were so good in high school! I’m sorry.
“In high school who remembers all these years. I’m sorry.
He wanted her to remember the contours of the sun and the sun that had sank over the mountain and a man who had forced him to go back from school to the door.
He’s killing himself.
“Beuseu, do you remember what we did to Lin Dynasty in high school? I’m sorry.
He used to smoke from his pocket and suddenly realized that he had to quit for a while, probably after marrying Lin.
Wrinkled, but she began to appear again.
“Don’t know if you regret it. I’m sorry now. I’m sorry.
“Repent to death. I’m sorry.
He was in his coat pocket, he looked at her, and it was a little chilly, and she consciously stepped back.
And Guan went into the night without turning his head.
After 12 p.m., there was no one on the street, the door of the shop was closed, and sometimes the lights of the car were crossed into a white line.
Guan was walking on one side or another.
He wanted nothing to do with Lin, and it seemed as if she was waiting for him no matter how late he came home.
While she was asleep, he was left a light on the bedside.
Now, is she going to sleep early and he’s thinking about her every night.
The habit is a terrible thing.
When he passed by a jewelry store, he looked in the window and suddenly stood.
The shop is closed, but the lights in the window are still on.
He had always felt that such things were good-looking, but they were all the same, and women colleagues in the company sometimes wore them, and he could not see the difference between wearing and not wearing them anyway.
He remembered to pick the dress when he married Lin and sat on the couch outside to see her try to get it out.
Her neck was white and long when her hair was up, and the shopkeeper asked if she wanted to customize a jewelry set.
He forgot his answer then.
I don’t think so. I didn’t ask for it.
But then she wanted it, he wrinkled, and suddenly the problem was bothering him too much, and she was expecting him to send her something that belonged to her.
But then he didn’t care.
He suddenly pulled out the phone and called her.
The phone was hung up, linked to a busy voice, and a little bit of his heart.
“Stained. ”He squeezed the trigger and the sound was spreading in the wind, and he knew that someone across the street had already hung up on the phone, but he said it despite.
“I saw a jewelry store, and I thought there was a money chain in it for you. I’m sorry.
The phone was still ringing, and he felt that his brain had been poisoned by alcohol.
“Come back, dye, come back, okay? I’m sorry.
But no one listened to him, except the whistling wind, and frowning and shouting her name over and over.
But the night was drenched, and the man he shouted would never return.
Three years later.
Soon after graduation, Lin had just been promoted to his former parent school as a university teacher, and it would be too late to be happy, one after the other.
“What’s wrong, look at you these days. I’m sorry.
At lunchtime in the cafeteria, her colleague Li sat next to her.
“What else? The students are not satisfied with their finals. They come to my office and beg me not to retake the exam, not me. I did pass the grades. I’m sorry.
“Damn, this thing, every year. I’m sorry.
“You can’t come to class, you can’t listen, you’ll have to retake the exam, you’ll be begging for a teacher again. I’m sorry.
“…”
The forest next to it is infested, like a lost soul.
Mr. Lin?
Little Li was looking at her, and he was watching when the school leader was coming, and he was looking at the big people in the yard, and there was a man in the middle.
In a windsuit, with his hand in his pocket, his face was light and he didn’t know if he was listening to those 40-50-year-olds laughing.
“This is who!” She remembered.
“The CEO of whatever, was invited to speak today as an honorary alumni. I’m sorry.
“You see, I’ve never seen the dean’s people look so polite, and he’s calling me “What are you looking at?”
“Gouan. The forest next to it is light and light.
“Ah, yes, yes…”
The forest dye has been buried and continues to eat, but this time, not only is it fast, but its head is not lifted.
Little Lee saw her plate drop at an eye-to-eye rate, get up, pack the table and drop the dishes.
“I have class this afternoon. I’m off. I’m sorry.
It’s like hiding from some plague.
Linden didn’t expect this to meet Guan.
After her divorce, she threw everything at work.
She was given the opportunity to return to her home school to be a university teacher, who thought that they had been separated from each other and that she would see him again.
It’s a little strange to look so far away.
Because she remembers that Guan used to laugh.
But now it’s hard to see the eyes, the eyes, the eyes.
To be honest, the number of sightings on television has also increased over the years.
Most of the time, a forest mother told her to come to see her, while she told her about a good divorce, or she was a rich wife.
I don’t feel much about it.
She suddenly felt like she could change anyone.
Mr. Kobayashi, I was looking for you! I’m sorry.
Someone called her out of her mind.
Mr. Wu, who taught physics, was a person who laughed too much and, like her, became a university teacher at a young age, so it was very interesting.
There’s a double doctorate at 985 in the country with a house and just started a suv, and the point is, he’s interested in her.
Good terms.
She had no idea when she began to look at people like that.
Perhaps the old mother pushed her to get married every day, saying that it was worse for her divorced woman to marry and to call her to a blind date.
But she really didn’t feel it.
And to the person in front, she smiled and stopped to signal his next words.
“I’m not going to Huaijiang for research. I’m sorry.
It’s a fine little bag. It’s fragrance.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
The forest dye is still in its possession and wonders when to return the gift.
Actually, Little Wu is more sweet than someone before.
Guan went on a business trip to find out if she had a conscience or a brain drain, and brought her back a dream net.
She was careful to hang the dreamnet, look at the feathers down and walk around, and wonder when he could come home early.
I don’t know where that dream net went now, and Guan left her the house, but she was so angry she threw a lot of things away.
In that view, she was distracted and Xiao Wu Lian called her name several times before calling her back.
Mr. Kobayashi, are you free for dinner tonight? I’m sorry.
“…”
Lin Dynamite was a bit confused and was thinking about being personal, and she was just about to say she saw a man across his shoulder.
Guan was looking at them in the corridor across the street, and he was supposed to come out and smoke, with a long suit, a cigarette, half his face hidden in the smoke, and a plume.
When did he start smoking again?
Mr. Kobayashi?
“Ah, ah, I’m sorry. I’m busy tonight. We’ll meet again. I’m sorry.
She also had no idea what she was panicking about, and when she reacted, she had taken a long walk, left her thoughts in a moment of confusion and the eyes that Guo An looked far away at.
It’s too undignified.
She laughed at herself.
Halfway, the phone came back.
“Ah, Mr. Lin, you didn’t have class this afternoon? “It’s Li who just had dinner with her.”
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“The boys in my class are fighting. It’s a good fight. I’m in a hurry. Can I take my place? I’m sorry.
“…”
Guan was invited to speak today?
What the hell.
When Lin arrived at the speaking place, the workers were working on the stage ‘ s big searchlights, and it was good that her mission was just to follow up on the progress, without having to communicate with the speakers, and she found a place to sit next to.
Mr. Kobayashi, you’re here. I’m sorry.
A girl sat next to her and talked to her.
The girl was supposed to be in her class, the vice-chairman of the employment association, with an attractive doll face, who was not afraid to live, and could talk to a 40-to-50-year-old professor, especially her.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“I heard that Mr. Kuo is 20 years old, so is Mr. Kobayashi. I’m sorry.
“…right. I’m sorry.
“Whoa, do you know Mr. Gu? What was he like then? I’m sorry.
The girl looks at her with her chin and smiles with her eyebrows bent.
“Don’t know. I’m sorry.
Don’t know?
“It has been so many years. I’m sorry.
Seeing that she wasn’t interested in talking, the girl got up and said goodbye, and she was bored, walking around, and people came.
The searchlights seemed to have not yet been repaired, but the activity was about to begin and the workers had to remove the ladder.
She looked up at the light on the top of her head and had a normal light.
And then Guan came, and she had contact with the host, and she was looking, and it seemed like she was really nothing.
When Guan came on stage, she suddenly found out he was really different.
It’s not what she remembers. He’s a natural man on stage. He’s gentle and he’s alienated.
She breathed and listened to him.
At the end of the day, the applause never stopped.
He suddenly turned over and looked at her.
Their eyes touch gently in the air.
The eyes were good. There was a time when she lost her whole youth, and there were delusions that she would not be able to pursue, and there was a ashes she had scattered.
When the light falls between them, the dust dances.
His eyes were suddenly shaking.
Then she suddenly saw him panic.
He jumped at her.
That’s probably — the long seconds of her life.
The light of the searchlights, the screams, and the pouncer of him who held her tight.
In a moment, her head became blank.
A loud sound, the eardrum.
The searchlight fell off.
When she felt something about the thickness of her hands, it suddenly felt like a dream.
Guan’s body is covered in blood.
She did not know where so much blood came from, slowly dazzled her eyes, and suddenly she found herself without a sound, the crowd ran, someone shouted, 120, someone came to drag her, and she found herself holding her sleeve tight.
He lay on the ground, closed his eyes, quiet, and blood was running around him.
She was pulled, her temple jumped, she couldn’t say anything, she couldn’t even stand it, and she asked herself for a long time.
What happened?
How long since then?
When you get an invitation to speak, you frown and think.
It’s been a long time since there was a man in his world.
He kept himself locked up at work, sometimes even sleeping in his office, and there seemed to be no difference between going home and not going home, when he was sent to hospital after having been empty of several cases of beer.
“I finally know how painful she was. I’m sorry.
A friend shakes him and sends him a test slip without saying anything.
“Are you sick? I’m sorry.
“…”
Guanan lay down and watched the lanterns hanging from the ceiling of the hospital, thinking it was really over.
Later, he slowly got up.
He had finally come a long way and realized that his face was not too thick; he had also fallen on his knees one day, abandoning something that he had once considered important; and he had begun to get more and more dark faces and to be held in darkness.
He became aware that certain means of depravedness were more than 10,000 times better than those that were visible, and began to take advantage of what was around him, and suddenly found himself in the dark of his bones. That was why he was doing those things so well, and finally one day the man who was on his knees fell under his feet.
He can live in a villa by himself now, but one day he will suddenly think that he had a two-bedroom house in the city’s three rings, and that one person would cook for him and wait for him to come home. He could wear pants and loose short sleeves to say good morning to that person, wife.
I don’t know.
He’d buy her anything he didn’t want to, knowing they were divorced.
He left her a room full of what he had bought for her, as small as slippers and bear dolls, as large as the necklace that he had bought at the auction, sometimes leaning on the door frame and laughing down.
From the moment he fell into darkness, he knew that he was not worthy of her.
He then went to speak at their school.
He admitted that he wanted to see her, he couldn’t help but see how she was doing, and then she saw a man stop her and deliver her gifts.
It’s a man who looks honest, he doesn’t bully her, and when she takes the gift, she just smiles, and he almost doesn’t hold it.
I missed you so much.
He smoked, looked at her in silence, a little bit, trying to carve her in his head.
He admits that another person in his body seemed to be yelling for him to run over and pull her over, in whatever way she was left behind, and that his mind had flashed many crazy thoughts.
Later, he turned around and left.
He was afraid he would turn around and hold her.
But he was afraid that she would cry, that she wouldn’t want to, that she hated him and that she would call him an asshole with tears in her eyes.
At the end of the speech, he turned around and saw her.
Has she been down there watching him talk?
In that moment, he didn’t want to do anything.
I just wanted to look carefully into her eyes, where there was a lake, always quiet, and he leaned on his head and slowly looked at her.
He suddenly saw the searchlight on her head shaking.
It was almost instinctive. He jumped on her.
The voice of the glass leaked and the sting of his body came out in an instant, but his face was rubbing over her hair, tender and entangled.
I finally got you.
The hospital was always quiet and pale, because it was intertwined with the despair of death and the joy of a new generation, and when a group of doctors pushed the scrambling through me, I barely had the time to think back in the red light of the surgery.
In the ambulance, Gu’an’s blood won’t stop.
In fact, when he pushed me off, he managed to avoid the hit searchlight, but the pieces of glass were everywhere, with more than 20 large and small mouths cut on him, several of which seemed to have been cut into the artery, and a piece of the iron that fell into the ribs, and a pair of them came to him.
When I heard the doctor’s story, my signature hand was shaking.
Now, he’s in the operating room, I’m outside the operating room, I look out the window, and I can’t think back.
I can’t even concentrate.
I didn’t think I’d meet him so badly.
I watched blindly those who had run through the corridor, the outside of the emergency room was a very noisy place, people with blood on their way down from the ambulance, and the crying of their families came out and broke my eardrum.
Fortunately, I’ve got attention, distracted me from thinking about it.
Gu An will die, most likely.
I covered my face with my hands, so I couldn’t see anything, it was dark and my ears could hear anything. I told myself I had to calm down, but what would I do if Guan died?
I don’t want him dead, that, absolutely.
There are also members of his family who have not been able to contact him and who, for so many years, have had little or no knowledge of his family and have only known that he had lived with his mother.
I live next door to my house.
My mom came by later.
She said after all it was her ex-son-in-law, or because of me, she had to see it.
By the time she arrived, I almost sat on the floor in a mess.
She grabbed me, didn’t pull me, she filmed me and woke me up.
I really admire her. She seems like she can’t change anything. She can’t see anything.
Seeing her, I can’t stop.
“They say that Guan is going to die and Gu An may die…”
My tears seem to come out of the air.
“What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
She shot me twice.
“Alas, you’re a sin, too. I’m sorry.
When Guan was pushed out of the operating room, my mind was still in the air, and even though my mother was with me, I couldn’t stop.
I watched his bed come out, walked a few steps and stopped again.
A group of people went up and asked the doctor, and I looked outside, and he was wearing a transparent air mask, and the white fog was spitting out, and I felt the world had lost its voice.
It’s noisy, but I can’t hear anything.
After a while, my mom was close, and she came back and told me that he had a largely successful operation, and if I woke up, it would be fine.
And I answered, and suddenly I felt that the string had been broken, and then I became tired of the surface.
I’ll get it.
I went out, my mom asked me where I was going, and I said I was going home and she called me back.
“He’s safe. I should go. I’m sorry.
“You don’t take care of him? I’m sorry.
“Mom, what are you thinking? We’ve already left…”
“I mean, Guan saved your life. I’m sorry.
My mom was suffocating and pulling me down the stairs of the hospital.
Guan’s surgery was quite large, and when we got out at 11:12 p.m., the lights were still on in front of the hospital, and my mom took me to the shop.
We haven’t spoken, we’ve been on our feet, and the smell of onion has touched my taste, and I’ve known I haven’t eaten for a long time.
The fog rises, a little bit of the pyrotechnic.
All these years, Mom’s rushing you to have a date. I’m sorry.
My mom slows down.
“Gouan saved your life, but it’s just saving your life, and now there’s no such thing as “The little girl can’t pay for it, she can’t do it” and Mom wants you to be clear, don’t feel guilty and get back together with him. I’m sorry.
Didn’t think my mom was telling me this.
Who was watching Ann on TV?
I nod my head and bury it in the bowl.
Well, I don’t know what to do, and Guan is in my life again, and he does this every time, and he has to mess with me and my heart.
I finally didn’t come home.
I was tired, but I couldn’t sleep. I wandered downstairs in the middle of the night, thinking about the scene where he jumped at me.
He held me too tight.
Too tight.
Then I fell asleep in the hospital chair at dawn in the east, and I slept quite well. I had a dream that Guan died and I went to his memorial.
It’s a bad dream.
I woke up, and the door was open in Guan’s room, and the white doctor and everyone was there.
My heart is shaking.
I rose up, step by step, and I thought of countless dreams, and I ended up sitting on my bed in separate places.
He’s awake.
He also had some glass cuts on his face and was not sure if he would be disfigured in the future, and his eyes were confused, estimated not to have woken up for long, and he was blindfolded.
I looked at him from so many people.
I looked at him and I looked at him.
His eyes suddenly lighted up.
And then his lips stomped at me.
The doctor went in and asked him how he felt, how our sights had been cut, and I didn’t know why we had to hide behind, not go forward, or what to say.
His friends are still a lot.
I’ve never seen, I’ve seen, I’ve seen, I’ve seen my face, I’ve pulled a few words and I’m out of the room.
Guan was in a hospital pillow with bandages on his hands so he could look at me.
“Anything to say, Miss Lin? I’m sorry.
Miss Lin. I don’t know why. Listen to that. My heart fell.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
I’m done.
And then I can’t say a word.
And I looked at him, and his eyes were still pretty, and his face was just a bit of morbid pale, and it was only after a minute of deadlock that he was able to sigh.
“I’ll listen to you for half my life. I’m sorry.
“…”
Guan, it must be the one person in the world who knows me.
He knows how to attack me, how to poke the softest place in my heart, and he’s a scoundrel.
I sighed at him, and his hands and body were bandaged, pathetic and innocent.
I went up, leaned down, came a little closer to him, and I felt that he was suddenly breathing, and it was all messed up.
The moment he put his lips on, I left.
“Take care of it, Guan. I’m sorry.
And I turned, and walked, and I heard him whispering when I brought the door.
He bit his teeth a bit dumb.
And We laughed, while We were not aware.
Quantified
The scenery outside the bus was cut off, the trees were low and short, and Guan was sitting next to me, with his head on the window, his eyes closed, from my side, and his jaw was perfect.
We were all sophomores, we went home in a car. I’ve been dating Guan for three years and four months.
To say that a girl in love seems to have a sense of security that is more or less flawed, even more so, after all, I don’t seem to have that kind of security.
Yes.
What do I mean?
She said that if a man doesn’t even want to possess you, doesn’t get jealous, doesn’t do anything, he doesn’t love you.
So she suggested, this time, we have to find an opportunity to try and get home.
And when We turned to Zouan, he woke up, and so our eyes fell upon us, and We saw clearly in his eyes a single blindfold.
“This glass is hurting my brain. He’s holding his head.
“…”
“I’m almost there…”
“Hmm. His voice was still low, his tail was sticky, and he looked at me taking off my scarf and putting it on his leg, and he pulled it out of my lap and gave me two laps.
“Get out of the car right now. I’m sorry.
I nodded in small measure, and when he put a scarf on me, he put his finger on my neck, and I started to get confused.
“Gouan. I called his name.
He turned his head to see me.
His eyes were always shallow, so it was always felt that there was no emotion, but his mouth was tending to the starting radians, which was unprovoked.
“Chen Zheng asked us to hang out with each other when we were kids. I’m sorry.
He was walking around his neck, standing outside the window, half-twirling, with a tail.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
I’m a neighbor and I’ve been playing since I was a kid.
When she comes home, she’ll always set us up.
Actually, I know she just hates me.
I went to Gu’an’s house to find him with a window.
It’s like he’s been living with his mother, and he’s a very gentle mother, and he’s a lot better than my mother’s sudden temper.
Look at me come over and he hooks his fingers at me.
“Come here, let me see. Is this a blessing? I’m sorry.
I quit to see, um, crooked.
Move right. I’m sorry.
Like this? He moved a radians around the corner, but the radians were huge.
Pass, pass, go left.
“Oh, no, it’s going right again. I’m sorry.
“No, a little more to the left…”
“No…”
“Lined. He just stood up and looked at me.
“It’s really crooked. I told him seriously.
“Come on, then, help me. I’m sorry.
I went over there and held him up, but he didn’t let go of his hands, and he didn’t mean to walk away, so it was like he was me.
And he bowed his head a little, and his mouth swung to my ear, and a little bit of the breath of his breath overtook my ear.
“Help me, okay, okay, hold on.”
He quit and had to admit that he did.
He whistled.
“Yo, you’re both here! I’m sorry.
The sound of a little jump breaks our weird, grotesque atmosphere.
Chen Chen was my junior high student, and we were never cut off from each other, even though he went to different high schools and universities.
“Did you bully my family? She grabbed my arm.
In the winter of the north, when the warmer warms, an indoor tampons are removed, Guanan wears a high-collar sweater, lazily leans against the wall, and the sight falls evenly on my arms with Chen Yu.
He means he smiled twice without knowing.
I didn’t do anything, but turned around and shook the glue in my hand.
“Two, give me a hand.”
This year seems to have been a few more snows.
To tell you the truth, I’m like a couple and not a couple.
Especially when we’ve been here for 18 years, we’ve grown up together.
Early in the morning, I opened the door and saw Guan cleaning the snow next door.
He was wearing a really big scarf, covering almost half his face and showing me those wet peach eyes.
Say hello to me.
“Good morning. I’m sorry.
I noded, and our eyes were in the air for a moment, and before he reacted, I threw out a snowball that had already been squeezed at him.
Right in the target.
Guan was thrown back.
I don’t think I’m awake yet.
Then I saw him looking at me.
Will he not flee while he is standing?
So I mobilized the few sports cells left in my body, and when he was looking for tools, he turned and ran.
He was long in his legs. He didn’t come after me in two steps. He put me in his arms and breathed into my ear.
“You’re good, Lynda. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and he didn’t squeeze snowballs or anything, and I gave up, and I didn’t think his hand would just touch my neck.
He doesn’t have gloves. His hands are really cold.
I was frozen and tried to get away from him, and he put me in his arms, and his hands were restless and there was a downward trend.
“I was wrong. I was wrong. “The good guys don’t suffer, I surrender.
He laughed behind me and pulled the zipper of my coat up.
“Why don’t you bring a scarf? I’m sorry.
“It’s too soon to come out. I’m sorry.
“Steal me in a hurry. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
Then we did not speak, and now the snow began to snow, and the snow fell on his short hair, and he looked to me and bowed, and I could even see the crystals on his eyelashes.
But I want this snow to be a little longer, a little bigger.
I don’t know if I’m careful and I’m gonna lose my head.
On the day before the beginning of the new year, I went to a party organized by Chen.
A friend growing up in a alley seems to have changed a little bit, after all, even the fat man who was being chased day after day is now a big guy with a black-boxed glasses in Sven.
“So you two are together? I’m sorry.
It’s not as big a story as I’ve been with Guan, so many friends I’ve known before don’t know.
When you know it, it’s just another unexpected and unexpected look.
Because, to be honest, before I went to junior high, I had a good point in talking in that alley.
After all, I was growing up, and the little girl was moving before the boy, and I had to call me “song sister” with a bunch of kids.
Guan was my “master” at the time.
And then he’d put a pot on me, half the beating I had when I was a kid.
He made me happy, and every time he lets me blink, and he lets me slip away, thinking that I deserve it.
Subsequently, Guan, the military division, defected.
Poor me at the time, I couldn’t figure out how those little guys wouldn’t play with me, how they started targeting me together.
Until one day, I saw that Guan became the new son king of the alley and laughed at me in a terrible way.
And then my position was turned into one of no one’s attention and sometimes people throw stones.
Now, remember, I was supposed to grow up to be an open-minded person, and then I turned myself in.
Then I went home to sleep under the covers and woke up and called Guan.
I don’t see what happened to this guy, who didn’t blink his innocent eyes and really felt angry.
“Lined! If you hit me, I’ll find an adult! Last time your mother put you in jail, you wouldn’t want to be…
I remember the days I gave Guan back.
It’s a direct voice and a hammer.
The hammer was crying.
The little ones did not have the strength to do it, and I did do it, too, and when the adults came to separate us, I kicked him so hard.
Just slap my mom in the face.
I cried louder.
Then I couldn’t go out for the whole summer, and Guan and my Liang Zi were completely married.
Every time I think about the opportunity to beat up Anne, I feel uncomfortable.
After all, I couldn’t beat him.
We ate a hot pot, we were all pushing a glass on the table, like a grown-up man who I thought was the best at the board, and I didn’t think he was sitting in peace, eating, eating, eating, and eating.
Chan told me before that she said that the man she wanted to visit was Wang Fat.
Call Wang Chen Qing.
At the same time, Hu was worse than I was when I fell.
I had the impression that he was snotty, and I didn’t think he was a good-looking man.
Chen said that after the game, Wang would take the opportunity to show that he had some thoughts about me, and that he would see what he would do.
Thinking of this, I’ve seen the meatloaf again, and I’ve eaten it with joy.
He looked at me and put a chopstick fat cow in my bowl.
“…”
A group finished eating and went to ktv to sing.
Of course, there’s a game.
It’s always true. Everyone likes to play. Chen shakes his glass and drinks.
“To play, to play with, to play with, to play with the truth. I’m sorry.
I’m in. I didn’t think Guan would play.
He’s been active this time.
It’s like now, leaning on the couch, with a light look, and I’m looking at him, and I’m just squeezing at me.
The first one was me, but I didn’t seem to have much to dig. Chen held up for half a day, and another girl asked me first.
“Who made you and Guan first? I’m sorry.
That girl’s eyes, I’m so familiar.
I just thought I’d answer it. Goon on the couch.
“I am. I’m sorry.
He said it was him.
“…”
A group of people said, “Oh,” and they were forced to eat dog food.
And then the wheel stopped looking at me.
It is true that Wang Chen Qing was turned several times, but on several occasions he grabbed a glass of wine and made a group of people think he came here to cheat on it.
On his return, Chen took care of the glass.
“Come on, don’t drink this time. I asked you, what was the last thing you regretted since you were a kid? I’m sorry.
I think he’s a little drunk, he’s got a little tan on his cheek, he’s got a half-eyed eye, he’s got a half-wit, and he just looks at me.
“Perhaps it was — in the end it wasn’t brave enough to protect someone. I’m sorry.
Honestly, when he said that, he looked too straight in my eyes.
I was a little bit burned by that sight, and I went unconsciously to look back on the far side and on a few other people to watch us play.
But somehow, the crowd was too noisy, and the mood was aroused by Wang Chen Qing’s words, and a few people were staring at us with even one face.
I wonder why I was so anxious to know his response.
I couldn’t wait. After the meeting, Conan got up and joined us.
“Come on, I’ll play some. I’m sorry.
He smiles like a star, and he seems to be born here, so he can be so easily the focus of others’ eyes.
But he never looked at me again.
When it got to 89, a few young girls said that their parents had to go home early, and then they broke up. When Guan and I went down to Ktv, the wind shaving like a knife.
We were in the back of a car, and I asked a few times, and he answered.
I can’t see it.
“But Wang Chen Qing has changed so much, I remember I was the one who took care of him…” I tried to stimulate him, and he really didn’t have a face, and he left me hanging, and the air was frozen.
He got out of the car, he had long legs, and I ran a few steps after him, and I didn’t know what to say.
“Bye, Guan. I’m sorry.
I can only say goodbye to him.
He then stopped and turned back on my wrist, dragged me into his house, closed the door and put me on the door.
He’s probably not home, there’s no light in the house, and I can only see his high nose with a light outside the window.
The house was dark and the senses were deprived, and I heard him breathing and whispering in my ear.
He just kissed me.
I’ve had to admit that Quan’s kiss was really good, just as good as the one that could torture a man, licking your mouth for a second and hitting the city like a king for a second.
I was kissed almost as fast as I could breathe, he pulled his sleeve, he held me in half and kissed me all the way to my neck.
“Gouan. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? “In the dark, his tails are so glamorous, with a consistent laziness.
“Are you jealous?”
I heard him laugh.
“The child is jealous. I’m sorry.
And his hand crossed over my waist, and lifted up my skirt without hastening, and the night spreads over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, and I told myself that it could not do so, but the weight of his hand became weaker.
He entered the moment and bit my earlids gently.
“This one of the grown-ups, usually called, hairy, emotional. I’m sorry.
The fireworks exploded in the air.
It began to snow out the window again, and I remembered that the intention was to watch fireworks with Guan, and now, neither of us is going out now.
Guanan hugged me from behind, and looked with me at the snow from the window, and the moment when the fireworks blew up was like a day, and his breath hit me on the shoulder, half-twirling, and I heard him whispering in my ear.
Happy New Year. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
