One.
If I had known I’d meet him here, I wouldn’t have told him I was going to sleep an hour ago.
From the moment he got to our booths and looked at me, I knew I was finished. Who knows to hide from him for six months and we’ll meet at the bar.
But it’s good that there’s a lot of noise, that there’s a lot of music on the floor, that the rest of the people in the booth are dice, and that there’s a couple of times with the collisions of the wine cups and the laughter that goes out of control, and the vibrating atmosphere masks the awkward atmosphere between us.
He probably didn’t think he’d run into the guy who said good night. I rarely appeared in a place like a bar, and I couldn’t argue that the organization’s friends were the clients the company had to handle recently.
No wonder socialization is a circle, and the guy in the group is our mutual friend. Most of the others don’t know each other, they just drink and have fun.
I couldn’t help but say hello to him, and he didn’t say anything. From the moment he sat down, I could feel the sight of the unforgivable burning across the street. I was staring at him, calmed down with a glass, and thought of the time.
Maybe he’s looking too clearly, and I’m next to a strange friend who’s playing table games, and he’s like, “That handsome guy across the street is staring at you.”
She’s loud, she’s funny, she attracts the attention of everyone else at the table, and the group looks at us and smiles, and says, “What, are you looking right? Touch a cup. I’m sorry.
At the end of the day he said, “It’s time to look right.” I’m sorry.
And he said, “Play one!”
Those who don’t know the situation may think that this is the beginning of a two-person obscurity in the winehouse, but I saw clearly the smirk on his face under the dark light.
And I will not bother to explain to those who drink of the head, nor shall I drink with him in sight. It was meant to mean that the situation would have gone crazy, and a group of people would have pulled us to the table and set us up.
I went to the bathroom on the pretext that I had to go to the bathroom to escape.
When I came out of the bathroom, I ran into a couple of men and women who kissed in the narrow passages, avoiding the right place where they were prepared to leave the bar, and I looked up and saw the one I least wanted to see.
His arms were at the end of the corridor, the blind lights in the dance floor were flowing on his face, and I couldn’t see his face, but I could always feel the permeability of his eyes, like a hunting leopard, and I did not want to be a prey that he could easily capture, which was why I had been avoiding him for so long.
And when I was about to turn away from him, I couldn’t wait to be pushed by him to the wall, but before he had reacted, he was near, and his head was on me, and I could even feel his nostrils, and he used a lot of strength, and I couldn’t get away from it, and I couldn’t get upset. I’m sorry.
And he smiled, and he put his hand in my ear and said, “You know my name, don’t you pretend you don’t know me? Aren’t you going to bed? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stand the fact that he was so close, that it would awaken some of my confused memories a month ago, and he wouldn’t stop asking, “Why are you avoiding me all this time? I’m sorry.
How can I tell him that I am afraid of being held hostage by people like him and that I am afraid of having more connections with him than I can break?
And he was a man who, when I knew him, was unobstinate and unobsessed. He’s a tempting danger, and I’ve always been a risk-averse person.
Two.
I knew him when I met him at the university, and at first he only heard him, how popular he was, how many women had shed tears at him, and I thought that it was too much worth it for those women to rub their backs for a man who was nothing but a good-looking man.
Until he became my roommate’s boyfriend, even if she was so proud and cold, she would be obsessed with him.
The first time I saw him was to go to see him play, he was in a jersey running and jumping on the field, and then threw in a basket, laughing at the audience side, and after winning the game, he took off his jersey, tearing the black shirt open, the young wild body, the wind, and the girls cheered for him.
It was not easy for him to send water to him in the sight of his eyes, and he sent me. He also saw, probably for the first time, a girl whose face was reluctant to give him water.
He was always followed by Ho chickens to all the places where he was, he was the drummer of the band, he was on stage with his head down, and half-might and half-dark stage light was on him, giving him a quiet, low-pitched look.
He’s banging on the drums, the sound of the drums, the vibrating heart, and I can see the love in his eyes.
He looked up and looked at us, and he was definitely looking at the chicken, but the eyes were so permeable that I had a delusion that he was looking at me, and I was a little twirled, but I turned my head very quickly.
I think I see the reason why the girls like him is that he’s a boy’s sense, wildness, jump, a quiet ambivalence, between boys and men. By his glance, his heart beats like a normal reaction.
I was always the helper of the chickens, and they were able to save me from it, and even I made the porridge I sent him when he was sick.
One time he came down to their dorm, he came down, and he looked at me with two porridges, and I was in a hurry to explain: “One for you is from the chicken, she’s not feeling well for me today, and the other for me for the senior.”
Another congee of mine quickly became my boyfriend, and shortly after that, a man like Lufeng who didn’t take the initiative and refused to take the responsibility, offered to go out with Ho.
To that end, I and Rocco sum up, and conquering a man requires a bowl of porridge that warms his heart and his stomach.
They got together a couple of times and managed to graduate. She also mentioned the breakup.
I think it’s different to see what chicken is in his heart, and he’s the one who offered to go out with so many of them, and he hasn’t seen any girl since she broke up.
I met him in the second year after graduation, and he opened a music studio to write because of the connection between work and work, and our company talked about the need to connect with their studio. And when he saw him, he smiled and said to me, “Happy, long time no see, happy to cooperate. I’m sorry.
It seemed like he was still able to attract attention from the opposite sex. “Don’t you think he’s charming? I’m sorry.
I pushed my colleague with his face off and I laughed, “No, he can’t touch it. I’m sorry.
I used to contact him because of the chicken, and I wouldn’t think that I had any kind of cooperative relationship with him, but life was often unexpected.
3
Just like now, he stopped me at the aisle, he tried to give him an answer, and I had to say to him, “It’s my fault to let you get mixed up, but you know, because I can’t go on with you. I’m sorry.
After listening to this, he laughed and finally let me go, dumped my phone at the wine table and turned his head.
I’m standing there and I feel like I’m relieved, but I feel like I’m missing something. I remember when I asked myself, “You said he had me in his heart, and he always did it on purpose, and I was set on fire and put out. I’m sorry.
I think he’s got a chicken in his heart, or why else would he turn around when I mention her?
I turned on my phone, and there were several text messages from a strange number. Can I get a phone call for you? I’m sorry.
It’s Song Qinglang. I hacked all his contacts. He didn’t know where to get the new number.
I’ve been with him for three years, and he’s been very nice to me. I made him a bowl of porridge, and then we were together.
He’s been acting like a good boyfriend all these years, and I can’t even find out what’s wrong with him, but some things get weirder and I find him cheating when we’re going to meet his parents.
He’s been in contact with his little sister for almost a year.
I turned off my phone, walked out of the bar, was about to take a taxi back, and saw Song Qinglong across the street, and he came to hold me, and I was in the dark, and I ran into people I didn’t want to meet today.
And he was in a hurry, and he pulled him back and said: O little joy, hear me. I’m sorry.
I was impatient to shake his hand, and he did not touch me again when he saw me resisting, saying, “I can’t find you until I ask you where you are, little joy. Will you listen to me for a moment?” I’m sorry.
I want to see how I can tell a cheating man how to get away from him, and a car is parked in front of us, and a window falls down, a face on the ground, and he says, “Get in the car.” I’m sorry.
Though it was a tiger’s den, at least at this point I opened the door to his car.
When he got in the car, he never spoke, and when he opened his window and smoked a cigarette, I turned and looked at him. The smoke was so cold on his side that he was extremely attractive.
He had a cigarette in his left hand and a steering wheel in his right hand and heard that the sexiest moments for men were driving and smoking. I can’t help but think of Gu Gu’s assessment of him: “This man is very sexual. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think so at the time, because in my mind, he was always in the image of Ho’s boyfriend, and we were rarely alone, and I would not have imagined anything about him, even though my colleagues were so obsessed with him.
But right now, he’s smoking, and the muscle bones and brawns on his arm are coming out, and I can’t help but think of that day.
Three days after I was cheated, my birthday went to dinner with the people in their studios, and I was born, and I had to celebrate, and I ordered a lot of wine, and that night Song Qinglong called me, and I drank a lot because of his endless entanglement.
It was probably the first time that I drank so much that I could not remember what I had said the other day, except that I was extremely unconscious, and that my drinking made me kiss his lips so badly that he did not refuse, and then what happened became uncontrollable.
The next day, when I woke up and saw us naked, I realized what I had done, and a spirit came up, and he laughed, and he turned his arms around: “You finally woke up and my hands were sore. I’m sorry.
When I washed out, I saw him naked, with his muscles even, sitting in front of his window smoking, and he looked at me, and I turned away from his sight and asked him, “Why aren’t you dressed? I’m sorry.
He laughed at me and said, “You touched him, see what’s going on.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been talking about it, because I didn’t think I’d do anything like that after I got drunk, but he seemed so relaxed, so he seemed like he was often sacrificed. He’s no match for me.
Since that day, I have deliberately avoided him, and his meals have not gone, and the end of the job has been entrusted to my colleagues. Until tonight he called me, and I said that we were at home to sleep, and we met at the bar.
He must have noticed that I was acting strangely, after all, because he probably rarely ate the door closed to women. But I guess someone like him who’s never short of a woman will sooner or later turn his attention away from me being the one I accidentally had a one-night stand with.
4
He didn’t speak on the way, and the car arrived downstairs, and I was driving the door to leave, and I said to him politely, “Thank you for bringing me back.” I’m sorry.
And when he got out of the car, he was stopped, and he handed me a music album, and said, “This is what you were called to.” I’m sorry.
I was confused, and he turned his head, and there was some impatient explanation: “The gift of his birthday.” I’m sorry.
Back home, my roommate Qiu Qiu Qiu came up soon and asked Song Qinglong if he was looking for me. I couldn’t help but let her look at me and ignore her as a traitor.
She saw the album in my hand, more excited than I said it was a limited amount of money. And I naturally know that this is my favorite singer’s signature album, and it’s not hard to get this album.
I can’t remember when I told him I liked the singer, but what upsets me was that after I got out of the car he suddenly stopped saying that.
He said, “Happy, are you playing dumb or what? I’m sorry.
Without waiting for my reaction, he drove away and left me in place for a long time.
It is a first step to be lost, to remember that the men’s countless followers used to analyze the men’s ways and to say that they used to say things that were inconvenient and that they were wrong to think that he was interested in himself.
I dumped my head and reminded myself to wake up. Soon we’ll wash and get ourselves to sleep as soon as possible, leaving out of today’s mess.
In the days that followed, Song Qinglang came to the office every day to block me, and I had no choice but to make a date and make it clear to him.
We were sitting in the cafe, and he had the sweetest dessert I ever liked, but I didn’t want to move.
He sat across from me, and I looked at his mouth and I was so tired.
It is true that the man before me, from college to the beginning of society, gave me a great deal of warmth and emotion, and I believe that he was sincere to me, but that he was distracted from knowing when he would no longer have any reservations.
He kept talking about the past, trying to soften my heart, and I couldn’t help but interrupt him by saying, “I don’t have time to sit here and listen to you, Song Qinglong, and we will not return.” I’m sorry.
And he cried unto me, saying: O little joy, nothing has happened between me and her, and have we no chance? I’m sorry.
I looked at him and opened my mouth: “Song Qing Rang, something can’t come back from the moment you started.” I’m sorry.
And he bowed his head and did not speak for a long time, and I had no patience for this meaningless conversation, and said to him, “Do not come to me again.” I’m sorry.
When I mentioned that the bag was about to leave, he suddenly stood up and held me up, and his eyes were red and he wrinkled and said to me, “Do you know why I like others?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t wait for me to speak, he said, “Because I know you never liked me. I’m sorry.
I had a little chat, remember when he chased me and told me that I could try to be with him and try to like him.
I agreed. I didn’t think it would be so many years. There are times when I am not unattractive, but everyone knows that moving and moving cannot be confused and people cannot fool themselves.
I was not betrayed by the anger and despair that I had, but calmly told him to break up, without even blaming him.
I realized that I couldn’t help myself and that I couldn’t really love him for years.
I didn’t love him. He made me feel sorry for my kindness for years. He saw that I was distracted and betrayed me.
So we’re all on the same page, and today we’re on the same page.
After a while, he didn’t come to see me, and I sort of lived a peaceful life. But the waves are flat and the waves are back.
It was thought that there would be no working contact with the ground combustion and no other contact. But who knows that my clean-up days have not gone by a few days, and that the project that the company was working with the music studio on the ground has changed, and was about to finish, suddenly asking for a new production.
Adults should never bring emotions into the job, even if I don’t want to see him anymore.
But I found out I couldn’t get in touch.
I was standing at his door for a long time, ringing the bell, and the door wasn’t open, so I waited. I’ll wait till the end of the day until the end of the night. Once you press, the door opens.
I waited for half a day, and I was suffocated, and I asked, “Did you do it on purpose? I’m sorry.
And whosoever, as soon as he had spoken, saw those who were before him in pyjamas, red on his face, white on his lips, and with his eyelids drawn, with a very poor spirit. He turned in without talking, and I stood there. Is he sick?
When I stopped, he said, “You can’t come in, I can’t go in.” I’m sorry.
I just came in and asked him, “Did you have a fever?” Why don’t you go to the hospital?”
He didn’t want to talk to me like that. I also remind myself that I cannot forget what I came for and that I am prepared to talk to him about new production options. Whether he listens or not, I’ll tell him what I have.
Seriously, he looked up and realized that he was looking at me, probably because of his illness, his eyes were red and there was water in it, and he was like a pathetic big dog. I’m usually the one who stares at people without talking, but this time I can see a little tenderness and affection in his eyes.
I was frightened by my own thoughts, and I was embarrassed and I said to him, “I don’t think you’re very spiritual, so let’s not talk to you about working together until you’re well and I’ll tell you this.” I’m sorry.
I put together the data, and he was too surprised to say, “Song Joy, I want to have porridge. I’m sorry.
I was surprised by his sudden reaction, but soon he took out his phone, turned on the software and looked at the takeout, and said, “Let me give you something. Which one do you like? I’m sorry.
And I looked up to him, and he said: I shall drink of the porridge which thou hast cooked. I’m sorry.
5
He was so pathetic that I couldn’t refuse, I came to his kitchen.
His home was small, but very little, especially in a more practical place like a kitchen, where there were only cooks that looked like little used, and there were no raw materials in the fridge. I asked him out loud in the living room: “Where is your rice?” I’m sorry.
I went down and looked in the cupboard. I just got up and suddenly felt someone behind me.
He did not know when he was standing behind me, as if I had been held by him from behind, or even felt the temperature in his arms, because his fever was so high that I did not know how to react.
At that point, he suddenly put an apron on me, and I could feel his fingertips rubbing into my back neck and even paused for a few seconds before he tied me to the rope behind my waist.
I’m calm, I can’t look back, and he’s not letting go.
Made a pot of the most common congee. He soon finished half.
I was ready to leave his house, and he said to me, “Tomorrow I will drink.” I’m sorry.
When I didn’t have time to speak, he laughed and said something I couldn’t rebut, “Happy, your company is not just talking to me about working together. I’m sorry.
Smiling with a knife, I lamented in my heart, and when he left, he said, “Tomorrow drink shrimp congee.” I’m sorry.
I came to his house the next day to cook for him. Just brought it out and found him asleep on the couch.
I was about to wake him up, tripped by a foot-sweeping robot, and I was yelling in my heart, and he was about to fall on him. I couldn’t wait to get into his arms, “I… I wanted to wake you up and drink porridge, and then I accidentally…”
Not until I’m done, he suddenly approaches my face, and without my reaction, he feels warm in his mouth.
I didn’t know how many seconds my heart beats, and it was like I was gonna jump out. When it came back, I was electrocuted, and I pushed him away. Take my things and go to the exit.
Back home, I hid in my room, and I couldn’t get back. Because I realized that I would have an uncontrolled rate of heart beating from time to time. Maybe he’s too good at it. It’s easy.
It’s good that he didn’t ask me to cook for him on the third day, that we had a date and a place to talk about work, that he didn’t say anything about the obscurities with me, and that I didn’t think anything had happened.
And I couldn’t help but think about it, and I was so busy breaking up with love, and I spent every night buying drunk customers, and when I found her at the bar, she was drunk, and I couldn’t stop crying, and she cried, “I can’t believe men, they’re liars.” I’m sorry.
I dragged her and she tried to take her, and she got drunk and went crazy, and said that she was sleeping here, emptying the bar, that I couldn’t pull her, that I was too tired to give up.
But if I leave her alone in here too insecure. And when I was unable to do anything, I suddenly saw Song Qinglang in the seat not far away. As soon as I looked up and looked at him, I turned my head and turned away from him.
I didn’t want to have too much to do with my predecessor.
But he came to me very quickly, and saw me, drunk, and sitting by me, and he understood, and asked me, “Shall I send you back?” I’m sorry.
I was about to say no, and he said, “I will not wake up for a while. It is not safe for you two girls to stay here. I will send you back.” I’m sorry.
He’s right. It’s impossible for Gu to wake up quickly, and I can’t sit with her until tomorrow morning, and I have to work tomorrow and agree to Song Qinglang’s offer to send us back.
Soon the car arrived at our place of residence, Song Qinglong helped me to get Gu Qiang upstairs, and our things were still in his car, so I went downstairs to pick them up.
He delivered it to me and called out my name, and I knew what he wanted to say. I interrupted him and said to him, “Thank you.” I’m sorry.
He’s very curious to say nothing, and he sits back in the car and opens his window before he leaves, and he says to me, “Easy, take care of yourself and call me whenever you want.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer him, I watched his car leave, and I was about to turn around, and I saw a car turning around not far, white suv, because the night was not so clear to me, but it looked like it was burning on the ground, but it drove away very quickly, and I didn’t want to go upstairs.
Six.
If there is any social occasion that makes ordinary adults extremely awkward, apart from a blind date, it may be a reunion.
I couldn’t resist the 100-hour offer of the captain to call my boss to take my leave.
In fact, most of the students in the university are not close to each other, but different professionals may play better, and some friends from different faculties may be brought along at the reunion. But I didn’t think that it would happen at our reunion.
He’s had a good relationship with a lot of the boys in our class since college, and he’s got a lot of fun coming out and saying that he’s been missing for years, that he’s still a fan of the crowd and that he’s been respected by a lot of people. I had no choice but to meet him anywhere, and the girls on one side whispered to me, “Is he still in touch with the chicken?” I’m sorry.
I said, “How do I know that?” I’m sorry.
Fortunately, no one at the table noticed that I was uncomfortable and that the group had landed before the meeting, asking him if he was single and when he was going to get married, he responded to the past with ambiguity.
We thought we were almost there, and the captain said, “There’s still a big man in our class who hasn’t come, so you can look forward to it. I’m sorry.
The people of our class who had a sense of presence are here today, and if there are any other big people, what are they? But she’s been out of the country, and she’s really coming back.
But I had to hold back when the chicken himself pushed out the door of the box, and soon someone came up and said with a glass of wine: “We returned from abroad yesterday, and today we are not welcome to the gathering of our classmates. I’m sorry.
It’s loud, I’m unconscious to see the response to the fire, and it’s strange that he didn’t look at the chicken, but he looked at me, and we looked at it, and I turned my head off.
A few years gone, and the chickens are as cool as ever. She didn’t say anything, and standing there would be attractive enough, or else she would not let the fire fall in love, and there would be no other good people around for years.
In fact, she’s a lot like the fire, and their natural capital allows them to always hold the winnings, as if they’d always have the bottom and confidence to be visible. That’s why they say that they’re a couple, that there are speculations when they break up, that the chickens give up burning because of their future, and that they break up with other girls.
There are also people who are gossiping about my reasons, even though I spent four years in college and I left the country quickly after I graduated, and I don’t know why their feelings ended.
I guess two people so proud would want a sense of balance, and neither side would be willing to retreat, and how long could it last.
He smiled properly and came to me, and I didn’t know if I should say hello to her, but she spoke first, saying, “O little joy, long time no see, haste to come back, and I couldn’t reach you.” I’m sorry.
Her words, even the radiance of her smile, were not wrong, and I was only laughing and shaking my head, responding to her: “It’s okay, just come back. I’m sorry.
She sits beside me, and the good people here are very interesting, and no one jokes about her and the fire.
I was sitting on the table, and another girl saw that I didn’t move chopsticks, so I put the dishes in my bowl. I ate shrimp in the bowl, but after a while I was feeling bad, I was allergic to seafood, but it was good that I didn’t eat much, and I didn’t react.
The table was so hot, I got up and drank a couple of drinks from time to time, I didn’t know if it was allergies or drinking, and I had to get up and get some air.
When I opened the window on the outside corner of the box, or was it in a state of discomfort, I decided that it could be an allergy, and I was going to ask the waiter where the nearest pharmacy was, and I saw the ground burning in the corridor.
I’m beginning to wonder about his appearance and his frowning frown, and he’s already walking to me like he knows I’m allergic, pulling my hair to my side, checking my face, frowning and complaining, “You know you’re allergic to seafood and eating shrimp?” I’m sorry.
How did he know I was allergic? How do you know I ate shrimp? I looked at him, and his hand touched my cheek, and asked me, “Is it painful? It’s all red.”
And I see in his eyebrow a pain in the heart, and I say, “No, it’s just itching.” I’m sorry.
And he exclaimed, and let go of his hand, and said: Wait, I will go and buy. I’m sorry.
I was just going to say no, just as he turned around, I found the chicken that was behind us somehow.
The shadow of the burning of the ground seems to have been stunned, but there was no word with Hocko, and he left in haste, leaving me unreciprocated, and there was an inflamed chicken.
He came and said to me, “You’re allergic. I’m driving. Can I show you to the hospital? I’m sorry.
I shook my head and said to her, “No, I’ll burn him and go buy medicine.” I’m sorry.
The chicken knew I was allergic to seafood at the university, but I didn’t think it would be ground-fired, even though she’s not a male or female friend.
When I was finished, she suddenly interrupted me and looked at me and screamed, “Little Joy.” I’m sorry.
Her face suddenly got a little bit serious, and I don’t know why, waiting for her to say the next thing, she was staring at me for a while, but I didn’t think she would say the next thing.
She said, “I want to start over with the fire, will you help me?” I’m sorry.
7
And I stood there and saw her silence because of her sudden statement, and she didn’t say much, laughing at my shoulder and turning back to the box.
When the fire returned soon, he came back with the ointment and the tampons, and was trying to give me the medicine, and I could not help but push him away. He stood still and said, “No, no, no.” I’m sorry.
I picked up something and went to the table to get my own medicine.
Because I didn’t eat much seafood, my symptoms weren’t so bad, it just faded.
I came out of the bathroom and found him standing in front of the window. He smoked, his hair was blown a little bit by the wind, and I looked at his well-articulated side face in the smoke, and he frowned and looked out the window, as if he had a rare mood of blue and low.
What’s he thinking? Is he gonna be sad about someone? Can’t forget the chicken? I stood there looking at him.
Suddenly he turned his head, and we looked at him, and I forgot, for no reason, to avoid sight and look in the corridors.
He also did not turn away from the sight until he burned his hands with the smoke that was running out of his fingertips, and burned his “sweet” gently. I just went back to my eyes.
Then suddenly he stopped me and said to me, “You’re back with Song Qinglong.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know why he asked.
I was thinking about the car that was parked near my house the other night, and I wasn’t sure it was his car.
He must have seen Song Qinglang send me and Gu Qian, so I got back together.
We shook our heads and denied, and did not explain much.
Back in the box, the group was ready to switch to k. I was trying to find a way out, and Ho said to me to go with her, and I couldn’t say no.
In the KTV box, a bunch of old classmates are laughing, and I’m sitting on the sofa, trying to get a bottle of Coke from a cup of tea, and this is when someone sings “The Threes.”
“One man leaves two guilty and three guilty.
It’s probably too far away.
It might be worth it.
I’m waiting somewhere.
“Maybe it’s also an entitlement to happiness.”
It’s probably the singer who’s too sweet, and I’m just waking up, and I can’t open it, and I have to put the Coke back on the tea table and I can’t get another one.
Suddenly, one hand reached over and took a can, and soon a sound came out, and I looked up, and it was a fire, and he sat on my side of the table, and his face was silent, and he didn’t look at me, and he turned half over, and put the Coke in front of me.
I was unconscious to see the chickens next to me, and she was fined when she was in the group of people who were drinking and playing games, and soon a fellow man helped her with a drink. She had to go back and look at the ground, and he was staring at the screen.
Rocco asked me to come and play. It’s boring to sit around and join.
This is a time when someone has drawn fire, and he has not opposed it and joined the game. I feel like I’ve known each other before, but there’s no other way to do it, so I have to get to my head.
They’re playing with the truth, and I thought I’d do it, or else I’d pay for it, and I’ll get a couple of drinks.
But I didn’t realize that I had such a bad luck, and because the way I was going to win was too hasty, the way I was going to win, the way I was going to lose, the way I was going to lose, the way I was going to lose, the way I was going to lose.
The first two times I chose the truth, and the question was normal, and the first time I asked if I was single, I answered.
The second was to ask me which of the opposite sexes was the most attractive person to be present, and I just pointed out to a very good-looking fellow, who got up and got over it.
Until someone who knew my relationship with Song Qinglong, who could not tell his weight, asked me why I broke up with Song Qinglong, I didn’t want to answer, so I had to punish myself.
I lost several times in a row, and the bottle finally moved. This time, the bottle was aimed at the chicken, and she chose to speak the truth. I’m sorry.
I saw her looking at the fire, laughing, “Of course. I’m sorry.
The questioner went on to ask: “Do you like anyone?” I’m sorry.
She noded, people started to get up, people turned their eyes on the ground, and he was naked, and he kept asking, “Are you there?” Are you there?”
She didn’t answer the questions directly, but she laughed, “Oh, I can only ask one, you’re out of line. I’m sorry.
So the bottle went on, and this time it went to the ground, and he chose the truth, and the person who made the question came up with it, and asked him, “Is the person whom you like there?” I’m sorry.
This is why he looked up and said, “Yes. I’m sorry.
A group of people are so excited that they can’t hide their smile.
And the bottle continued to turn and turned to the ground, and this time he chose the Great Adventure, and the issuer showed his face and said, “Let’s get some excitement, let’s go, let’s turn off the light. I’m sorry.
It’s not his big adventure. Why bring us along? The questioner whispered in his ear for a while and turned off the light, the box was dark, and I was going to sit down and suddenly felt my hand.
And the next second, I felt soft on my forehead, but it lasted only a few seconds and soon disappeared.
The lights were on, the rest of the room was confused and asked what had just happened. I stood there, and I looked up and found him standing where he was, like he never moved.
I ran into his eyes, and he looked at me with his eyes deep, in a dark box of light, and I almost lost sight of him, and the game began its next round.
He then lost several rounds in succession, the questioners showed no mercy, the question went straight to the question, and he punished himself several times without answering the question. He’s got a little bit of a drunk.
When a group of people had had enough to play in the early hours of the morning, they went home. It rained outside, and I stood at the door waiting for the car, and Ho chicken offered to take me home, and I said no.
He’s obviously drunk, and he’s drunk, and he’s a good drinker, and he’s holding, and he doesn’t sound. I’m sorry.
I watched them put a fire in the car, standing in the rain, waiting for the car.
8
When I came home, the rain was already heavy outside, and when I went upstairs, I found myself still wet, and I rushed out of my rain-wet coat and took out the wind dryer. Looking at the rain outside the window, I stopped and I couldn’t help but wonder, what would happen to them? She’s back home, it’ll rekindle.
I don’t know how to laugh, but they’ll still be together.
I was going back to my room to rest, when I suddenly heard a knock on the door, thought it was a business trip and came back early, but I didn’t think, open the door and I saw a wet burning on the ground.
His hair was wet and his face was red because of his intoxication, even with his eyes red, and as soon as he opened the door, he looked straight at me, and his eyes were wet, as if there was a water light, and I could see from the face of him a slight loss.
He sent him back. Why did he come to me in the rain? I was about to ask him, but he reached out to me, and I couldn’t wait to hit him.
I wanted to get out of it, but the more he hugged, the more he whispered in my ear, “Why do I have to be pushed away?”
And I groaned, and said, “You are drunk, and you burn.” I’m sorry.
He let me go, but he held my shoulder and forced me to look at him. He didn’t even care, he laughed, he laughed, and he said, “I’m drunk, I’m happy, but I’m soberer than you, and I’m not as dumb as you. I’m sorry.
I have nothing to say, keep my head down and avoid his sight.
He was still dripping water. I was going to get a towel to wipe him, and he grabbed me. Probably because of his intoxication, he breathed and reached out and wiped all the water from his face.
He dragged me to his face, too low to want to kiss me, and I turned away from him.
What can I do with him? He’s probably just fresh, because he doesn’t want it.
And I know what to do.
He finally left my house, and I remembered the way he was injured and laughed at the door.
Yeah, I’ve been pretending to be stupid.
I like him no later than the chicken.
More than once, I told myself I shouldn’t, but if I liked it, I’d show up.
I didn’t dare to tell anyone after all these years, but I was obsessed with him.
From the first time I saw him on the field, he was like the sun running out of the plain, and I was like the part that he burned, the first time in my life.
But he was the one who liked him, and I was the one who liked him, and he looked so much like him. I can’t, and I can’t.
I may have tried too hard to cover up, but I’ve tried more than once to ask if I like to burn on the ground, and I have deceived myself and tried to like Song Qinglong, even with him.
I am a man who is used to evading, much less hoping that such an ordinary person can hide the light of the chicken, so that I have never tried to fight for it, even if I have moved.
Only when he met him once after graduation, he kissed him on his lips with wine. That was the least I could do, but he did not push me away by surprise.
I’ve been running away like a hedgehog who can’t be approached, pushing him away. Maybe he won’t come any closer after this.
9
It was true that he never showed up in my life again for some time, and I had to suppress myself.
What I didn’t know was that the chicken would ask me out and say it was with me. I know it might have something to do with the fire, and I don’t think I can help her anymore.
She sat across from me and had a smooth cup of coffee and then took an invitation from the bag and handed it to me.
It’s a wedding invitation, and I’m surprised that my heart is churned, but I can’t show it, and I’m reluctant to pick up my mouth and say, “Blessed.” I’m sorry.
Maybe it’s my face that’s too hard, she picks the frown and smiles, and says to me, “Don’t give me your blessing so quickly, don’t you open it? I’m sorry.
I don’t know what she means, but the shivering started opening this invitation.
Opening the invitation, I am surprised that, although the bride’s name is Herman, the groom’s name is a strange name.
And I raised my head in doubt, and he laughed at it, and she said, “Do you think I will marry someone and burn?” I’m sorry.
I blinked, I didn’t slow down from surprise.
When she saw me, she said to me, “I’m old and I’ve known my fiancé abroad.” I’m sorry.
Then why was she at the reunion when she told me that she wanted to start over with Rufus?
As if she knew my inner doubt, laughed, and said to me, “It was a joke when I asked you to help me return to the ground. Your face at the time was so unbearable that this joke would continue.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t talk, like a mute. I’m so fond of land combustion.
“You should have faced your feelings for him and for you. I’m sorry.
She suddenly handed her phone over to me, and I put it on, and I saw a microblogging interface on the screen.
When I looked at it, 0725 was the birthday of the land-fired, wasn’t it his initials? Is this the account number of the ground burning?
I turned down and saw the first one. “Drinked and rejected with her heart. She never seemed to know how much I liked her. I’m sorry.
Second, “I wanted to wait downstairs for her to come back and tell her, but how did that man send her back? I’m sorry.
Third, “She fell in my arms and couldn’t bear to kiss her. I’m sorry.
“She cooks as good as in college. I’m sorry.
“Having her favorite album to her, didn’t she like the singer in college? I’m sorry.
“Well, tell me I fell asleep and I ran into him at the bar at night. I’m sorry.
“How come I don’t sign up after this woman sleeps and never sends me messages. I’m sorry.
“She was drunk and said she always liked me, and I know it. Me too. I’m sorry.
“She works really hard and she’s cute. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
These sporadic words coincide with my memories and continue to turn down.
Earlier, he gave it to him: “I met her, I heard she broke up, and this time she won’t run away. I’m sorry.
I felt my heart beating at an accelerated rate and I kept going down.
Earlier, “She’s allergic to seafood, and she’s eating with her. I’m sorry.
“She’s with someone else, huh. And if I’m with her roommate, would she pretend not to mind?”
“Why didn’t she say anything? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“This is the first time a girl has seen my face red. I’m sorry.
By the time everything in this account about “she” was read, the phone was down, and most of the coffee in the cup across the street had already been drank, she laughed, and said, “To be honest, I didn’t think that it was the kind of guy who wrote a little diary in social software. I’m sorry.
And I didn’t think that he had started to record things about me since college, and I never thought I’d be the leading woman in his story. And I always used to make the chicken the one who was worthy of him, and I was the sidekick.
He laid down his cup of coffee and said to me, “I broke up with him because I left the country and because I found this account.” I’m sorry.
She paused for a while and laughed at herself: “It was only then that I knew that he didn’t like me at all and that I was with you to be angry. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t say anything at the time, when my pride did not allow me to question him and blame you. I even hope that you will never know each other’s feelings. I’m sorry.
No wonder she stopped contacting me after we broke up. Yes, with her pride, she prefers to think that she didn’t see that and that she’s cut off from us.
“In fact, if you had said so, I wouldn’t have been with him at all. I’m sorry.
I was the one who denied, in one of her experiments, that it would have been on my own. I have never given myself a chance because I am humbled and afraid. Who can blame?
What I didn’t realize was that in this funny story, I would be the leading woman on the ground.
“He hasn’t had a girlfriend since he broke up with me. A man like him will always be around you. I’m sorry.
But what I did, it seemed like I’d been avoiding him and running away.
Even because of his inherent impressions and the appreciation of others, he was characterized as a slag. Maybe my ego hurt him more than once.
I didn’t have time to say anything to Rocco and say goodbye in a hurry.
He took the initiative for me so many times, and now it’s my turn to be brave for him.
I was never so anxious to stand in front of his house, but I began to hesitate and fear.
He might finally be upset about me because of my attitude.
I don’t know how many possibilities I’ve imagined. I’m still like this, and I’m not confident or determined when I’m dealing with people and things I like.
But it’s already taken this step, isn’t it? Finally, I got the courage to knock on the door.
After some time, he finally opened the door, and it was me. He had a glimpse of surprise, but then came, with a face of apathy, and my heart cooled.
And he said, “What are you doing here, if you have not gone back before?” I’m sorry.
He probably doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.
I was standing before him, and suddenly I felt like I was being crushed by a rock, and the more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t stand the mood that I kept holding, the more my nose was sore and my tears fell.
He probably realized something about me and asked me, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
I think I’m looking down. He should not see my face.
I raised my hand to wipe out the tears, and he bends his back and looks down at me.
He wrinkled his head and stopped being so indifferent, and even asked me with his eagerness and fear: “Why are you crying?” I’m sorry.
When he asked me, “I couldn’t hold my breath, I cried, and he couldn’t help himself, and he was so busy with my hands and feet, I cried and I said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been avoiding you.” I’m sorry.
He patiently kept his fingertips to wipe out the tears on my face, and I saw his eyes in the tears, filled with tenderness and love.
He laughed when he heard me blurry. “What else? I’m sorry.
I took a breath, I sucked my nose, and looked at him, and said, “I like you, and I liked you long ago. I’m sorry.
And his smile became clearer, rubbing my head, and he said, “Well, I know, so do I. I’m sorry.
I looked up at him and saw him smile, and I finally felt calm, and I laughed, and I grabbed him.
He did not push me away, but he hesitated, saying, “Indeed, you were just let go because there was someone in the house.” I’m sorry.
It was only then that I realized that something was wrong, that the scout looked inside and that a group of colleagues from the ground-burning studio were in there, and they were looking at us outside the door, looking like they were having fun.
I was ashamed to find a hole.
There were no holes in his arms.
He’s laughing and holding me even tighter. And he put it in my ear, and said, “No more hiding.” I’m sorry.
I laughed and answered him in my heart: “No more, no more, no more in his arms.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
