I married a bamboo horse, but he changed his mind to like someone else.
We lost a child in a fight when someone he liked came home.
Then I finally decided to give up and he fell drunk at my door.
“I thought we were supposed to have cats together. I’m sorry.
One.
The day he got pregnant, his moonlight came back.
We have a message from Chen Bei-hee: “Ami, Jiang Li is coming back. I’m sorry.
My heart fell to the bottom of the valley because of my small life, and his message continued: “Tomorrow’s plane, A. She only knows us, we go pick her up? I’m sorry.
I stood in front of the hospital, and the winter was still snowing, and the wind was blowing me all over, and finally I shivered and went back to one. I’m sorry.
Five years later, when I thought everything was going in the right direction, Jiang Li came back.
No one remembers what happened five years ago, and even Chen Bei-hee seems to have deliberately forgotten, as if he had told me.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s all over.
The airport was large, and after years, I recognized her.
She was wearing a white coat, which was a gray sweater, long, twirled and lazy in her chest.
“What’s wrong with you? He noticed that I had a little tremor and looked down at me.
I shook my hands and wanted to hold him, but I saw him take his hand from his consciousness, and the next second, the dry and warm palm covered my hand, and he held my hand hard, and he squeezed into it.
“Is it cold?”
I looked pale at his mouth and pulled my hand back.
Why would he do that? Did he do it on purpose? Just like he asked me to pick up Jiang Li with him so I don’t think he has anything to do with Jiang Li anymore?
His eyes changed, but he didn’t say anything.
I bowed my head, and I saw the tiny, long heels, step by step, like stepping on my heart.
“Mami, North Hee…”
She looked at me, like years ago, and her eyes bended, filled with tenderness, and she smiled at me, “I saw it, and Mi-ya was embarrassed.” I’m sorry.
I had no emotional smile on my face, Chen Bei-hee relieved me of it and took me in his arms.
“Amee’s a little red, don’t tease her. I’m sorry.
I look at him, but I feel more and more embarrassed, and I don’t think I should be wearing this cotton dress today, or standing in front of Tintin, like a big, fat bear.
I guess my face isn’t red because I’ll always be a little pale face in front of Jiang Li.
Chen Bei-hee did not understand that Jiang Li was a nightmare for six years.
“Oh, I’m starving, Chen Bei-hee! @JanLi put the suitcase in front of Chen Bei-hee.
My heart tremors with this suitcase, hoping Chen Bei-hee could refuse.
But no. He received it with his hand, and his eye turned: “What do you say? I’m sorry.
“Firepot. I’m sorry.
Jiang Li said that she had lost her car, and she turned her head: “I’m going to ride in the front row, I’m going to take a day’s ride, and it’s uncomfortable. I’m sorry.
Chen Bei-hee looked down on me, and two seconds later he was about to say something. I laughed at him and then opened the back door and sat up.
She’s been talking all the way, talking about her abroad, laughing at me from time to time, and I’m looking at the sticker that the co-driver put on the “Chang Bei-Doe” spot.
“The Chan Bei-hee Lover, OK, Chan Bei-hee, can still be romantic now. “Mami, I told you he wasn’t as careful as he was with me, and once I had him in the back seat of the bike, he was childish, he didn’t realize…”
“It’s over. The sound of Chen Bei-hee was chilly, and I caught the panic in his eyes through the mirror and my eyes.
Why are you panicking? What’s wrong with him?
When I thought of him buying this sticker, I didn’t say anything, but I secretly circulated a circle of friends that I could only see.
And it said, “This is my seat, Chen Bei-hee.” I’m sorry.
So this is just a joke.
I look at myself in the mirror and smile like it doesn’t matter.
I followed them to a small firepot in A, which was very remote, and there were a lot of people in the alleys seven and eight, and the winter clothes became stiff, and the smell of the barbecue and the string made me sick.
I’ve never seen Chen Bei-hee eat in a place like this.
Chen Bei-hee held me in her hand, but her eyes fell on her.
There’s snow squeaks under my feet, and I slow down and he doesn’t notice.
Then I let go, and I looked at their backs, and Chen Bei-hee was wearing a black coat today, which is very good for Jiang Li.
He even reached out to a slider in the upper steps.
There’s a lot of fun in the hotpot, mostly students from nearby universities, and I followed them.
“Oh, it’s you. You haven’t been here for years. Are you married? “The boss is happy to say hello.
I opened the curtain and heard it.
The two men were embarrassed, and Chen Hoi-hee turned back and dragged me to my side: “This is my wife.” I’m sorry.
“Looks like a lucky girl.” I’m sorry.
Froggy hotpots are hot and Jiang Li goes to sit in the corner of the shop, which is clean compared to the mess outside.
Jiang Li ate so much Sven, wrinkled and spicy, I had no appetite.
Chen Bei-hee put a frog in my bowl, the heat spreads, and I dropped my chopstick.
“I don’t eat spicy. ”I saw him with the sound of sharpness that I didn’t know myself, making the shop seem quiet for seconds.
It’s only now that Chen Bei-hee remembered my appetite and stretched out his hand on my head: “Then wait for me. I’m going out.
“He’s so good to you.” I’m sorry.
I look at Jiang Li in front of me, but I think she is still, as she was many years ago, an inexhaustible mountain between me and Chen Bei-hee, and I have crawled all the way to the top of the mountain, but I find a mountain ahead of her.
And I said: Is he not good to you? I’m sorry.
“No, he was too childish to say anything.” I’m sorry.
Thinking of what, she’s silent again.
I’ve had several encounters with Jiang Li, all like a war without smoke, and as soon as she shows up, she can kill me.
I looked down and saw a line of little words carved on the table.
“Chang Bei-hee will always love Jiang Li. I’m sorry.
I bowed my head and my fingers passed, and Ely seemed to feel something, and he looked up and he said, “Meh, it’s over. I’m sorry.
The cool guy sat next to me, and he had a little tarts and a bottle of hot soy milk.
I look at the little words on the table, and when I get up in the heat, I get up, and I can’t stand the sense of oppression that comes at this moment, and I can barely breathe.
“Get out of the way. I’m sorry.
Chen Bei-hee looked at me and didn’t move, and I tried hard to break out, and he grabbed him.
“Mi, what’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
I looked down at him and he asked me what was going on, every time, as if I was acting out of line.
“I want to go home. Eventually, I couldn’t.
Before I left, I saw Jiang Li head down to eat and hide the red eyes.
He’ll choose me from time to time, and he’ll fall into an endless guilt.
Chen Bei-hee didn’t say anything, but came home and assured me, “Don’t think, we really have nothing.” I’m sorry.
Two.
He’s still working, and I’ve noticed something.
He worked longer and longer, and less and less.
Even when I was going to tell him about his little life in his belly, he was not impatient to interrupt.
“Can we talk after what’s happened? Mi, I’ve been really tired lately. I’m sorry.
So this never happened to him.
He said he was tired and I believed him.
At night, I saw him smoking all night by the balcony.
He hasn’t smoked for a long time, and he hasn’t touched it since I said I hate it.
I watched him shivering with one smoke after another, and suddenly I remembered that in the afternoon his brother had sent a circle of friends to talk about their reunion the other day.
They have more or less family, but Chen Bei-hee never mentioned it to me.
And in the video of that circle of friends, I saw Jiang Li with another man in close touch and Chen Bei-hee was silently drinking.
I slowed the video down to the frame, thinking that there had never been any sobering, and that strange change in Chen Bei-hee had suddenly become apparent.
As Jiang Li began her next relationship, Chen Bei-hee looked like a jealous little man at a school reunion.
And We opened the balcony door, and looked at him with a blind eye, reaching out and taking his smoke, throwing it on the ground and crushing it with our feet.
“Why did you smoke again?”
He closes his eyes, and his shoulders fall down, leaning on the balcony, and his tone is somewhat casual.
“You can smoke if you want. I’m sorry.
I had red eyes, I laughed, I put my hands on his face, and the crumbs were clapping with my hysteria.
“Is it because of her? Because Jiang Li is back. If you really think about her, love her so much, you get her back. I’m sorry.
“It’s not about her.” I’m sorry.
My heart was like a fire, and as soon as I turned on Jiang Li, it would grow stronger and I pushed him.
“What’s the fucking use of your eyes in here? There are so many people in the world who are 1,000 times more than you. It’s normal that you don’t have to be. You’re such a bitch. I’m sorry.
He grabbed my hand and took me in his arms, and he was cold.
“Limmy, how did you end up like this? I’m sorry.
And I’m in a mood for this, for no reason, and my hands are coming down.
On this winter night of snow, he kept me in his arms, wrapped my body in his black cotton dress, and the heat of the youthful body entangled me and made me shake.
I cried and laughed. How did this happen?
I looked at him, “Do you remember what I looked like before?” I’m sorry.
He whispers, kisses my face with care, pecks at my face, my nostrils, then his lips, and apologizes, whispering, “Sorry, Ame, I love you, I love you.” I’m sorry.
We used to be like this, hugging and kissing when we had a big fight.
But this time, I pushed him away.
“Chang Bei-hee, do you remember what I used to look like? I’m sorry.
He’s afraid to say, and I’m afraid to think.
Chen Bei-hee and I were young, he was the brother who lived next door. I had a nice family back then. Dad was the president of a small company, Mom was a dancer.
My mother wanted me to inherit her raisins, refuse to let me eat sugar and junk food from the outside and make me dance all day long.
Chen Bei-hee watched me dance outside my window every time after school, and then brought me a round fruit candy, sometimes peach, sometimes blue apple.
I love the blue apples.
He said I danced like a little butterfly.
And then I got sugar, and I jumped in his hymn.
When we were in primary school, we were in a class because of the frequent contact between the two families.
Every time I go to school, I see a young boy in full clothes standing outside my house, making his voice clear: “Ami, go to school.” I’m sorry.
He was a very good teacher at the time, and taught me to walk outside, to watch the car and to stop the lights.
We didn’t get a shift at the first shift, and I cried on my seat for hours. Then, the next second, someone slammed on my forehead, and I turned back to my tears, and I looked at those who were blind.
At that time he was already tall, with a small hair in his forehead, a light on his face, and I could even see the little fur on his skin.
He laughed, “I knew that I was not crying again, so I begged my mother to let me come.” I’m sorry.
I said, “No, not for you. “It’s not like it’s funny.
After high school, in the arts, he often comes out of our classroom after late self-study, sometimes with a big bag of snacks for the class.
“Chang is here to please his family.” I’m sorry.
“Do not remember this snack, but take more care of my family, Lami.” I’m sorry.
I was blushing, and I couldn’t stand my head on the table in the sound of people’s humbling, and he slipped into my hand with an apple-flavored sugar, and whispered, “Don’t get up, my forest is so red.” I’m sorry.
Then he moved to literature for me and I asked why when he came home from school.
He took my book, walked by my side, knocked on my forehead.
“You run away from your class every day, and it’s easy and easy to turn around.” I’m sorry.
Even if he didn’t love literature, he was gifted and smart, and the math teacher at the time even kept him many times.
I was passing through the office, through the door, and I saw a boring young man with a hard-working teacher.
“Chang Bei-hee, I’m serious. It’s a shame you’ve lost your mind. I’m sorry.
People across the street don’t care if they say, “I’ve learned everything in my head. I’m sorry.
“To be honest, is this why you’re here? I’m sorry.
The young man did not deny that he softly “um” and slightly raised his chin, and I even saw his eyes with smiles.
“I tell you, at your age, you can’t take love too seriously. It’s cloudy. It won’t last long. I’m sorry.
And Chen Bei-hee stood up, with some pride: “No one else will. Me and Lami will be long.” I’m sorry.
There were many girls who liked him at that time, and my bag was often filled with love letters, and I was a little angry, but I was not sure to say that I was afraid that I would be a jealous girl.
But he seemed to see my anger, he bended over and reached out and choked my face.
“So angry? He reached out and took my bag.
“Well, let’s say we’re together. When I heard it, he looked down at me, and his eyes bended, and said, “When they send you another letter, tell them loudly that Chen is yours. I’m sorry.
And I turned on my face, and shook my head: “No, I will not.” I’m sorry.
He stopped me: “Who do you want? You want the black and white sportsman? I’m sorry.
We corrected him: “There are names.” I’m sorry.
This is a memory of what I’ve been saying for a long time, a vague memory, what he’s saying, what he’s doing, but I always remember that shining young man.
3
After that, he gave me a lot of assurances.
He says he’s not going to see Jiang Li.
He’ll come back after work and cook for me.
I draw at home, I go out with friends sometimes.
But between me and him, it’s like a bad wound, and it starts to burst.
I’m starting to be like the second year of my marriage, checking his phone, checking his tweets.
He bumps into me many times, and every time he’s left his cell phone to me.
“Mee, you’re too sensitive. I’m really nothing with her. Can you trust me a little bit? I’m sorry.
When he said that, he was a little childish and came up and kissed me.
I shook my head from his kiss, and looked at him, and did not speak.
I suddenly remembered the two years after I was married, and so did he, when he started to kiss me when he said something different.
He was always gentle and careful in his bed, taking my feelings into account, and at that moment I felt like he belonged to me and he loved me.
The day finally erupted in his silence again, when I made a pot of fresh meat, and the night before he was whispering in my ear, saying he wanted to eat.
The next day, he looked at the chick and said, “No appetite” and was lying on the couch watching the phone screen in silence.
Chen Bei-hee is not a person who doesn’t like to talk. On the contrary, he talks a lot, and I’ve been with him since I was a kid.
But when he was silent more and more, We reached out to him, and his eyes were as cold as ice, and with a little suspicion and doubt.
“Give me the phone.”
He looked at me in silence and smashed his phone in front of me. The cell phone fell on the couch, and he jumped, like he had a lot of arguments before, and he said, “You’re really very suspicious. I’m sorry.
His hands scratched his head, and he was impatient: “Limmy, I’m really tired of you. I’m sorry.
And I just picked up his phone and turned into his circle of friends, and I saw pictures of Jiang Li kissing his new boyfriend.
I slammed the phone into his face, and the horn hit his forehead and hit a little red.
We’re looking at each other in a somewhat depressing atmosphere.
“You’re so jealous, you go get her back. What are you and I doing here?” And finally, I opened my mouth with endless sarcasm.
He laughed, out the door.
And I, just like crazy, picked up his phone.
I looked through his computer, his e-mails, he rarely used the QQ Q sub-colon, even a bunch of digital microblogs.
A detailed and detailed search of the traces of Jiang Li ended up finding some phone recordings in the hidden corner of the cellular network. For reasons of work, he has a habit of back-uping telephone recordings.
The day after our wedding, Chen Bei-hee was very drunk, and he was young and hysterically crying at the phone at the people who cried.
“I love you, I love you, I love you! I’m sorry.
“Why would you break up with me? The phone was the cry of Jiang Li, more like a question.
“Why did you break up? I’m sorry.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry! He’s always saying he’s sorry.
I bit my teeth, listened to those recordings, shivered and thought I was just a stick.
He didn’t want to marry me, but I had to tie him up and brand him dead with the label of Limya.
He hates me. I found all the recordings of this number.
Most recently, during the previous months, he had talked to Jiang Li about the company, his work, the anguish of his life, and Jiang Li’s voice had slowly opened up to him.
Sometimes he talks about me, but it’s not good.
But I couldn’t hear anything, sitting on the floor, listening to their conversation all night, and finally I heard nothing but the words I asked him.
“How was your marriage? How was your little wife? I’m sorry.
“It’s a little tired. It’s okay. She’s good. I’m sorry.
“Do I care about you when we’re together?” I’m sorry.
Chen Bei-hee smiled: “There were always many people around you, and I wasn’t the best, and I wanted to be better, and now I want to come and thank them.” I’m sorry.
“Yeah, when you were so cute and jealous, he looked at me, and you thought he was thinking about me. I’m sorry.
And I cried and laughed, and I lay on the ground, as if I were mad.
I remember a man who used to work at the company who didn’t know I was married and who used to be very kind to me.
When I talked to Chen Bei-hee about it, he just stung my head.
“I believe you. I’m sorry.
It’s not trust. It’s just not care.
The tape was ringing, but there was no way to hear it. Three years after we were married, all of him said that he was working overtime, and they were talking all night long about how his little wife got angry with him and upset him.
All his worries go with her, but he never talks to me.
When he returned at noon on the following day, the biggest quarrel of all time broke out between us, and I was madly smashing the furniture in the house until it was a mess, then he was madly tearing his clothes and scratching his face, as if it were my enemy.
He grabbed my hand and looked at an unprecedented disappointment.
“Limmy, what is wrong with you? I’m sorry.
I smiled, I cried, and my fingers gradually let go.
“Limmy, you’re sick. “You should see a doctor. I’m sorry.
He didn’t make me feel like he used to. He gave me all the guarantees.
You see how fast a man’s going to change his mind and when Jiang Li comes back, he won’t even lie to me.
“I’m leaving. He seems tired and turned and ready to leave.
I laugh, I look at the people before me, I feel strange, and I don’t even understand why I’m acting like this because of such a person.
“Get out of here, you go and find Jiang Li, and you better see how hypocritical you are! I’m sorry.
But the door was shut and left a mess.
I turned on the phone, looked at a few contacts on the phone, and suddenly I didn’t know who to talk to.
I was crying all over the house and suddenly I felt like a joke.
3
And We laid down at night in the earth, and then went to pouring water, and cold water into the throat, and suddenly my mind was awakened.
I didn’t think I had a small life in my belly until it came down.
I’m in pain, I’m white, I’m spasmed, I’m crouching in my belly, and the night is so long, I can’t see the end.
I crawled into the living room and found the phone, found Chen Bei-hee from the contact. The phone was ringing several times and hung up. By the time I called again, the machine had been turned off.
My heart sank and I finally called the hospital.
It hurts, it’s a little blurry, it’s bleeding down my leg, and I suddenly realize what I’ve lost.
I cried and strangled myself.
I’m sorry, my unborn baby.
I actually love children, and when I look forward to them when I’m married, I think I’ll have only one child, boys and girls, and he’ll have all the love of parents.
I’ve been thinking about my children a million times since my marriage, and I’ve asked Chen what our children will look like.
He said, ‘Like you, you look good.’ I’m sorry.
When I came to the ambulance, I endured pain, opened the door and was carried to the stretcher.
There’s a woman doctor. I grabbed her hand and asked her quietly.
“Is my child still alive? I’m sorry.
She didn’t speak; it was a night of war and war, and the hospital incandescent light was on my eyes, but I didn’t close it, but I watched.
The doctor said it’s hard for me to get pregnant again.
She looked at me softly: “There are many factors that cause infertility, so that you can manage your body, and there will be a chance.” I’m sorry.
The doctor asked me to inform my family, and that made me cry.
“No more. “The doctor didn’t listen. I shook my head and took a pen and signed it myself.
That day I had a dream that the summer of high school, Dad’s company had a problem, and they were arguing every day, talking about each other, tearing it up like they never loved.
And I stood at the door and cried so they could stop fighting.
I’ve been crying all the time, saying don’t fight, don’t argue, but nobody listens to me.
I saw another person in the room, and I got up.
“We will never have children again. I’m sorry.
Chen Bei-hee smoked in silence, and it smelt my tears.
I lost my right to be a mother, even if I expected so much from my children.
I looked at the silent man on the couch, and my pillow hit him.
“Where have you been? Where were you last night? I’m sorry.
I cried hysterically, and he looked up at me, and he looked red, and he ended up crying.
“Ami, you’re not the only one who’s sad, and I’m sorry, and that’s my boy. I’m sorry.
He came to hold me, and my face hurt with his chin.
I suddenly didn’t care where he went last night, and I looked at him and whispered, “I want to go home.” I’m sorry.
“Well, I’ll take you home.” I’m sorry.
He’s become more careful than ever, even moving his work home, like I’m a fragile doll.
I’ve never said anything about children, like this little life never happened.
I’ve never had a fight with Chen Bei-hee again.
But every night, I have nightmares all night.
Then wake up, look at the sleeping man next to you, and see until dawn.
He had a lot to lose and a lot of silence, and I even thought that he and I had just begun to grow up at that moment.
It’s just that it’s too costly to tell me what to do with it.
I’m getting worse and my head hurts almost every day on painkillers.
Sometimes when I fall asleep, I go to the living room with my bare feet and go around the couch.
Chen Bei-hee will come out behind me and hold me and say my name over and over again.
And We shook his head at him: “I’m fine, I just can’t sleep. I’m sorry.
Sometimes he makes me sleep like a kid and sings me a lullaby.
He said that the lullaby had been taught to sing to our children, that he had wept softly and that cold tears had fallen into my face.
“Mami, I love him too. I’m sorry.
And I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep without even a touch of it.
He fell asleep that day and I went out with his big shoes.
The snow in the street was thick, even falling in my shoes, walking, and one of the shoes was lost, and I didn’t pick it up, just staring at the shoe and crying.
Cinderella’s shoes will let the prince find them, and I’ll never find the boy again.
I can’t find Chan Bei-hee, 17.
People on the way to Kyonjo that night may remember a scene, where a pretty woman with white cotton socks on one foot and big shoes on one foot, and a woman who was holding her by the side, asked, “Have you seen a man so tall and dressed in a school uniform?” I’m sorry.
They shake their heads, no.
Then I got tired, sitting in a rock chair by the side of the road, with a nice little girl, touching my waist, giving me a suitable pair of cotton shoes.
I thanked her, but she just came by her mother shyly.
I guess if I had kids, it’d be like this, pretty and kind.
Not far away, there are roadside singers in breadsuits singing songs I never heard.
“You have to accept that the person you like isn’t that good.
“Accept that he’s a common man with a common face…”
The wind blew my brains out. I walked slowly. I was thinking, do I really love him?
It’s like love, and it’s not.
I remember one time he took me to a party with his friends, and I forgot what happened when someone took the lead in opening a yellow mouth for the beautiful woman next door, and he was fluent, not even uncomfortable.
I felt that he had changed a lot, that he was neither polite nor qualified, and that even made me feel like “Is he really Chen Bei-hee?”
He’s been in my life for over 20 years, and he’s been everywhere since I’ve spoken and remembered.
He’s the one who taught me how to do things.
He was the one who gave me buns while he was in a red dress.
He’s the one who went all the way down the street to buy me the most beautiful princess stationery.
He was the one sneaking out of my window in the middle of the night to kiss.
He’s the one who took a two-day drive over the school wall in the middle of the night.
I don’t know.
It means we’ll last.
I was crying and thinking, people were stopping and leaving.
Someone was stationed to deliver me the tissue and then left.
Someone told me to go home and ask where my family is.
I don’t think I have a home, no home, no family.
I walked forward again, for some time, around the corner of the street, and I met him.
His face was red by the wind, his feet were covered in grey cotton slippers, his face was full of panic and he was in a hurry to carry me in his arms.
“Mee, let’s go home, please, please! I’m sorry.
And he whispered, and We did not touch.
It’s like he’s starting to get less important.
4
I told him about the divorce.
It’s not the first time I’ve mentioned it. I’ve mentioned it a million times since I got married.
He turned me down, like every time before. I was in the little sofa, and I laughed, and there was no quarrel, no noise, and he looked at the documents on the computer, and the punching on the finger shivering.
“Chang Bei-hee, I have been abandoned three times in my life. But there won’t be a fourth time, this time, I don’t want you. I’m sorry.
In senior year, my dad’s company was declared bankrupt and all his family assets were paid off.
My parents finally ended their frightful marriage and finally ended their day and night quarrels.
My mother got in a black car, I followed her behind, and she never looked back.
I was never what she wanted, I didn’t like to dance, and she thought I was too clumsy, not gifted, and hated that my father and her marriage had taken away her career.
She didn’t really love me, but only when I danced would her eyes stay a few more seconds.
When I was little, I learned to flatter her.
She got remarried soon and married the owner of a game company in the city.
My father sold everything out of the house and paid for it, leaving empty houses.
My dad says, “Mami, Dad will feed you. I’m sorry.
It was the first time I was abandoned, and I always remembered that that pretty woman looked like she was out of trouble and had no eyes left.
And the sight of My prayer is only a frown.
“I’m still your mother. I’m sorry.
Since then, I’ve been distracted, I’ve been distracted, I’ve been in class, and I’ve been working.
All I can remember is how it didn’t work out, and the teacher’s slightly disappointed eyes.
I didn’t go to the college I wanted to go to, and then Chen Hoi-hee went to A, thousands of miles away, and I chose to repeat it for a year.
I chose to stay in my senior year, so I didn’t take my cell phone, and I went to the school phone booth every night.
It’s the first time that Chen Bei-hee and I have been apart. It’s hard to believe. It’s over every time the lights go out at school.
What I didn’t tell him was that I only had 500 for a month at school and had to leave $200 a month to call him. He asked me about the cost of living, and I told him it was enough to keep my precarious self-esteem.
I cried almost every day, I couldn’t breathe, I had no acquaintances at school, I had been alone almost every day, I couldn’t even find someone to talk to, and every time I called him, I told him that he was tired of studying, that he would never learn, and that he would tell him about the school.
And he comforted himself in the midst of the telephone, and on the holiday he would come to me on a long train.
He went over the school walls and waited under the girls ‘ dormitories, so he appeared before me.
I always remember that scene, when the light of the street light shined on his face, and he was so tall, he grabbed me and came running, and he held me around in the air in a circle.
“My Ames, Mimies, baby, miss me. I’m sorry.
He was still in the dark, and we went to the playground and turned around, and he couldn’t let me go until the sound of the horn that had to be closed was blown, and he opened his suitcase and put a little snack in my head, and I went back to my dorm with a little snack every time I had two packs of sweet apples.
He looked at me and looked at me with a light smile. That was the brightest color of my life.
I always believed that he loved me so much that I kept remembering what I had done, and he loved me.
My father borrowed money to open a small factory and then got married, and he didn’t talk to me about it until I came home on a monthly holiday and found another woman.
The marriage was to a female worker at his factory, Rinfan, with a junior high school degree, who looked normal, smiled with a crooked eye and seemed to have a good temper, but looked at me with a little bit of flattery.
But my dad seemed to love her, even if they didn’t have a common language, and sometimes she didn’t understand, and my dad would explain in such a warm way that they were together with someone else.
I haven’t seen this in a long time, and in my memory, my dad was chasing my mom, and the relationship was good. When I grew up, they started fighting and sometimes even started to fight.
I sat on the couch, and I watched my dad and his new wife, and I laughed.
Then I cried and called Chen Bei-hee and asked him if my dad wanted me either.
And he comforted me: “No.” He said, “Whoever doesn’t want your big baby will wake up in his dream.” I’m sorry.
It’s like all the good luck left me after their divorce, and I went to a north art school to learn the art I loved.
The second time I was abandoned was when my brother was born, when I was a freshman, when my factory was not in good shape, and there was a lot of stock in the warehouse.
Dad wrinkled, he looked up and saw me and seemed to think I was standing at the door.
“What’s wrong? “He doesn’t speak well.
I suddenly didn’t know how to speak, and the air was quiet for a few seconds, and I said, “I have to pay my tuition.” I’m sorry.
He wrinkled, “You know, this year, your Aunt Lin is going to have another baby.” I’m sorry.
I’ve kept my head down and I’ve been holding on to the sourness of my heart, and I’ve kept the number of times I asked for money from my family to a minimum.
But even so, this moment I feel like a burden.
He opened the cigarette case and closed it. He threw it in the drawer and locked it.
I know, because Lin Fong is pregnant, he’s learning to quit smoking.
“Why don’t you ask your mother for some? I’m sorry.
And when he opened his mouth, my eyes were red, and his eyes wrinkled with impatience: “She is your mother, not another person.” I’m sorry.
I’ll go to his address. It’s a villa.
I saw her again, and she’s still pretty and elegant, and she’s a little out of shape, and she’s got a little milky little girl.
She opened the door, said hello, and rushed to the crying child, and I sat in the garden chair, and the sun fell on me, without cause.
“What are you doing here?”
At last, she took care of the baby and brought me another piece of fruit, whether it was ironic or not: “Don’t miss me.” I’m sorry.
I look down and I stare at the tip of my shoe and my voice is like cotton, and I can’t talk.
“I, no more tuition. And finally, I opened my mouth, just a little dry.
She smiled and took a sip of water: “I knew your dad was useless and couldn’t pay for it.” I’m sorry.
When she left, she opened the fridge and brought me a bottle of milk.
“Take your drink, I’ll turn the money over to your phone, and be careful on your way back. I’m sorry.
I saw her new husband come home from work, having spent a long time out of the garden, and I thought of her rushing me away.
The three of them in the garden, the kid with the bars, I bowed my head, my eyes were dry and suddenly I didn’t know where to go.
Later, when his brother was born, he would change his diapers and call him Bo.
On the day of the full moon, he called me back and called out some friends I didn’t know, with the intention that the hotel in the city would be filled with two tables and that he would pay me when the bill was settled.
$20,000, more than my tuition.
When he came back, he was teasing the baby. He asked me if my brother was cute.
And the guests looked at me, and I was silent, and in my heart I answered, “No lovely, wrinkled, ugly.”
Looks like he’s cooled his eyebrow when he saw me dazzling.
“The more you grow up, the worse it gets. I’m sorry.
And I’m afraid to argue with him because of his saying, all my hair is blown up, but I’m just bowing my head and nodding my head.
“It’s cute. I’m sorry.
One time, Dad gave a rare circle of friends: “The little baby of God.” I’m sorry.
It’s the little boy with the tiger hat.
I was in the drawing room when I was brushing this circle of friends, and the color on the paintboard made me dizzy and almost fell down the chair and my friends asked me what happened.
I watched him shake his head and run out of class.
I’ll call Chen Bei-hee. I’ll be right through.
We said, “My father wants me, and he wants me. I’m sorry.
And those who were there were silent for two seconds and reassured, “Don’t be afraid, I want you, even the world, not you, I want you.” I’m sorry.
I thought of it here, and I realized that my relationship with Chen Bei-hee had broken down and that it was already beginning to dawn.
We have less and less time to talk, and more and more to answer.
And if he were to do so, he would have been relieved, and now he is only used to saying good things, except that when I was too big to notice that he was going to hang up his phone, it was like a relief.
I looked across the street at Chen Bei-hee and suddenly said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He does not understand me, but he says, “If you ask me to divorce, I will forgive you.” I’m sorry.
I shook my head and refused.
5
It’s the first time I’ve had a relationship with him. Perhaps from my second year, his telephone calls were diminishing, and every time they ended, they were heavy.
Perhaps earlier, when our lives had been different, he had seen the outside world and met better people.
In the year of the third triad, my spirit began to faint, and I couldn’t sleep all day, and my eyes were open until dawn, and my companion advised me to see a doctor.
But I shake my head, and Kari’s balance is low, and sometimes people without money are not entitled to be sick.
At the beginning of the year, I bit my teeth and bought a bit more expensive ipad, and it’s on the Internet.
Chen Bei-hee went out with someone else to start a business, said he’s been busy lately, so we’re getting less and less connected.
Then when I sent him a message that he had not returned, it seemed as if the string had suddenly broken in my heart, and I bought the day’s train to look for him at his school and spent the night crouching at his door.
But he stood in close proximity to another man, who reached out and choked his cheek, and he laughed and held her in his arms.
Actually, that’s not the first time I’ve seen Jiang Li.
On summer vacation after the second high school exam, Chen Bei-hee took me to the city to introduce me to his friend.
Among them was she, a classmate of his, in a community.
My eyes were burned by the smile of Jiang Dawn, and she sat all the way across from me, and he said things I could not understand, and I looked at the food in the bowl and made it seem like an outsider.
When she asked me about my school, I inevitably got a little low. And Chen Bei-hee, while he’s in my bowl, he’s telling jokes. They smoked smoke on the table, and I felt nothing but choked, and looked up at him, but he was much different.
I followed them. I saw them go to the playground and go to the cinema. Two hours of film, I stood at the door, pinching the handle, and it was only then that most of the time I took the initiative, and he returned only a few words.
I was staring at the phone screen, the eyes were red, and I waited long enough to see them come out, and the lipstick on Jiang Li’s lips was already gone.
I’m not very close. I saw them entering a hotel.
They seem to have found me, and Chen Bei-hee looked back for a long time, and I went into the crowd and pretended to go to the roadside store to buy something.
I forgot something at the snack shop that day, but I remember someone who pacified me, and asked, “Miss, do you need help?” I’m sorry.
I was in a very poor state of mind, and I looked at them, and the crowd was like a ghost with teeth and claws.
I went to the nearby bar toilet and I called Chen Bei-hee.
The phone was ringing and hung up, and there were over 30 calls, and he didn’t answer.
I put my hands on the machine, I went to a hotel, I took a shower and slept.
I didn’t sleep that night, and I kept my eyes open until dawn, even though I felt tired.
I hate him, I want to cut him with a knife, knowing that I fear most, but he left me.
I lay on my bed thinking that Chen’s face suddenly became stung in my world.
His phone was called the next morning and I cried and told him that I was raped.
He was in a hurry and he kept asking me where I was on the phone, and I sent him an address, and I started setting up the scene calmly.
He’s been pacing me since he got here and putting on my dirty clothes.
And I was red-eyed, and I kissed him on the lips.
I grabbed him and asked, “Will you not want me?” I’m sorry.
He shook his head, and he did not hesitate at all: “No.” I’m sorry.
“How about we get married? I’m sorry.
He hesitated, and I looked into his eyes and said, “Do you want me too?” I’m sorry.
He said, “No, no, we’re married.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t doubt me, either because I wouldn’t lie to him or because I was too scared.
So we got married, and he was so anxious to prove his love for me that he wouldn’t give up on me, that he bought a ticket and stole his account book.
The day we got the red one, we lived in a little hotel, people turned around, and I slept so well.
And We lied a great lie, and We used his last love to keep him with me.
He was no different from me after the marriage, and he even shifted the focus of his work to my city.
It was finally discovered, in my fourth year of high school, the second year of our marriage.
By the time I just got the offer from a big factory, specializing in games.
When I came home that day, I found something wrong with him, and he looked at me with dark eyes and asked me, “Why did you lie to me? I’m sorry.
I changed my shoes and looked at him, “So what?” I’m sorry.
He seemed anxious, biting on his teeth, he was on his chest, and I looked at him, and his voice was calm: “Are you angry?” I’m sorry.
He seems to laugh at my attitude: “Do you think it’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
“What were you doing that night? I called you over 20 times. I went to pour a glass of water.
He sat on the couch and his voice softened: “Ami, I didn’t intend to fight you.” I’m sorry.
I laughed at him with my eyes turned around: “Chen Bei-hee, you and Jiang Li went to the house that night.” I’m sorry.
I saw his shaking hands, and I ended up covering his face, wondering whether he laughed or cried.
“Ame. He had his eyes red, he grabbed my arm, “I’ve been thinking about it since it happened, if it were me that day…”
I know what he’s trying to say. He had always thought I had been bullied and put me in the victim’s position, regretting all the time what he had done that day. He felt that none of this would have happened had he returned his tweets, if he had answered the phone, and if he had not been with Jiang Li.
But later it became clear that this had never happened and that he had been deceived by the girl who had grown up together, so that he had transferred that guilt to Jiang Li.
I said, “Will you divorce me?” I’m sorry.
He held me in his arms, shivering me.
“never part, neither die.” I’m sorry.
He never mentioned it again, as if it never existed.
In the second year of our marriage, we had an argument because he was very close to a female employee of the company, who was in an upswing, and the little employee was surrounded by him, and the note he gave her was a sparrow.
They often talk, sometimes eat, and he uses his cell phone to get back to her.
Chen Bei-hee told me that it was his colleague, and then we had a big fight, and the cold war took days, and that was when I discovered something about my emotions.
That morning, when I saw Chen Bei-hee first, I asked when we were getting divorced.
And he fell on the carpet with a glass of water, and he held me in his arms, and he kissed me hard on the lips, and buried his face over my neck, and whispered: “Ame, I love you, believe me, and I love you.” I’m sorry.
He gave me his phone, changed the password to my birthday in front of me, and deleted the tweets from her colleague.
“Mee, I’m not talking to her anymore. Don’t freeze me. He held me in his arms and begged for forgiveness, “That’s why you’ve been cold for days. I’m sorry.
He really didn’t go out with the woman, he resigned and started a studio with a few friends.
Because of my poor state of mind, I quit, contributed to publishers at home on a full-time basis, with a significant monthly income, which was later invited by the editor, and started to reload comics on the website.
But we often argue over little things that are not tingling, about false suspicion and suspicion, about incontrovertible rhetoric, and even about the lack of food.
Every time we come here, we accuse each other of scolding each other, exhausting the worst words of our lives, as if we would hate to use words as sharp knives, stabbing each other to the ground.
The last time we had a big fight, we went to Chen’s company because Jiang Li was drunk, and I happened to rain on his company to send him an umbrella, and I just saw the scene where they were.
And it strangled my eyes, and I looked at them, and the hatred in them almost condensed into substance, and he turned and ran into the rain, and he saw me, and the man in his arms came to me in panic, and his shirt was still wet. That was the rain on Jiang Li.
I fell on the road in haste because of my footsteps, and the night was heavy, and the rain was sore that I lost my first child.
The weak life that occurred when I didn’t know it, left it before I knew it.
And he said, “Ami, we have children. It was an accident. I’m sorry.
He explained to me what happened the other night and assured me that they had nothing to do with it.
Jiang Li also apologized to me with his eyes red, and then she left the country. Chen Bei-hee became a gentle and sweet man, and I began to learn to be a good wife, and we fought less and less, and I started not thinking about the others, and life should have been better.
But I think it’s too easy to forget that broken mirrors can never be reunified.
He’s still so stubborn, he’s like a child.
Just to mention divorce, he started to deal with it in silence, and I couldn’t bring up my energy to fight him like I had done.
I suddenly felt tired, but I looked into his eyes and thought he should be tired.
I did not deny that he was in love with me, nor could I deny that I still love him, but that love gradually faded away. In the years following marriage, we all forgot each other’s good intentions and remembered that convenience was the face of quarrels.
“As soon as I went to college, there was a senior in the faculty who liked me, and he sent me flowers every morning when I was out of my dorm, for over a year. I’m sorry.
Chen Bei-hee looked at me and saw nothing on his face and said, “What happened later?” I’m sorry.
And I bowed my head and thought for a long time, but remember that he was a young man with clean and clean skin, smiling at his eyes.
“I never asked for it, and I told him not to come to me, and I told him that he was upset, like a dog’s plaster, and he laughed and didn’t feel well. One time I got sick, he carried me, the sun was big, he carried me, sweating all over him. I’m sorry.
Chen Bei-hee has a bit of a dry tone: “Oh, he’s fine. I’m sorry.
“Then I told him I’d never like him in my life, and it bothers me that he was sad and never came to me again. I’m sorry.
And We looked up at him, and looked at him, and said, “He is indeed a good man.” I’m sorry.
He remained silent for a long time and the long sea covered his eyes.
And I laughed, and I said, “Look, Chen Bei-hee, I’m not the one who hasn’t met you better than you, but I just felt at that time that you were the best and no one was better.” But you don’t think I’m the best. In your eyes, Jiang Li is better than me, and the woman you wrote about sparrows is better than me. I’m sorry.
I suddenly understood why I was so afraid of Jiang Li, and I was so afraid of being abandoned, and I think it was her that came to me and Chen Bei Hee who became what he is now.
And then there was nothing left.
Mom is sister’s mom.
Dad is brother’s dad.
Lover of Jiang Li.
I looked at him, and I whispered, “Marriage, let me go. I’m sorry.
It took him a while to reply softly, “Okay. I’m sorry.
7
I moved out, he left me all the savings, I didn’t ask, and he finally gave me half of my company.
His company has developed well, and its annual dividends are remarkable.
When it snowed on the day of the divorce, he suddenly called me, and I looked back at him for a long time, and he said nothing, and waved at me.
On the night of the divorce, I cried, and I finally got out of it, and I don’t have to think about who I’m thinking about anymore.
I bought a small house at the cost of years of writing, which was set up in the way I liked, with fur carpets on the floor, which seemed to warm and melt the house.
I went to a psychiatrist alone, not as horrible as I thought.
In New Year’s, I was flying up north to see the Ice Kingdom, and I was taking a photo with Big Snow Bear, and I went skiing, and I fell eight times in the snow, and I learned to clip and send it to the APP.
The video that day was suddenly watched by a lot of people who said that I fell in a lovely way and that I had a lot of people who told me that I had a happy New Year, and I was a little embarrassed and I had a long response with a red face and a handler.
A picture was sent on the phone of Chen Bei-hee staring at the computer screen.
“Sister-in-law, take Chen home for the New Year. I’m sorry.
“We are divorced.” I’m sorry.
On the screen, the other side is “in the process of ” , for a long time, with an sighs face bag on the opposite side.
When I came out of the hospital in the spring, I met my mother, and she had a white hair, and she started to look good, with a straight back, and her hair was all over the back of my head, wearing an old ink-colour coat.
She took my medical record, looked at it for a long time, looked down and gave it to me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Kiki comes to the A City Competition, I’m with you. I’m sorry.
I think of her recent circle of friends, a picture of a little girl in a ballet dress, with her head like a beautiful little day goose, and a second picture of a trophy with “my most proud little princess.” I’m sorry.
She started flaunting her children like an ordinary mother, and I suddenly remembered that I had never been proud of anyone.
I’m embarrassed to laugh, I don’t want to be too cold, I have to nod my head. She stopped me and looked in the bag and found a card: “Listen to Chen’s family, you’re divorced. Take this card. It’s your birthday. I’m sorry.
I didn’t want it, but she stuck it in the bag.
This episode was revealed, and Kari had 50 w, and I looked at it for a long time and some didn’t understand what she meant.
At the beginning of summer, three years of comics were finished. This comic book is always the hottest on the platform, and now it’s starting to sell the entity, and the publisher editor asked me if I had any idea of opening a signing, and I didn’t reject it. I was so busy that day I came home, brushed my friends’ circle at night, painted my mother’s video number, and it was the scene of today’s signing.
I opened her chat interface, blank, and the only message was her New Year’s festivities.
I hesitated for a long time, and I didn’t say anything.
My friends and I went to other places, where I wanted to go, but I didn’t go, and I cut it into short video accounts, and I occasionally uploaded some drawings and harvested a small group of fans.
It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about Chen Bei-hee, and sometimes I think about it, and I feel like I’ve been in my life.
And until that day, I held upon my door the drunk man who had bought it from the street, and his eyes were red, and he looked at the cat in my arms, and he cried.
“You have a cat? He murmurs, “Don’t you agree to have a cat together?” I’m sorry.
And I frowned, and suddenly my heart began to sprout with a terrible pain, and I couldn’t breathe.
He left again, and suddenly I fell asleep again that night, with a headache, and the new cat made a weak noise, and stomped my head.
It’s little, stinky, just brought back, not even food.
I went to cook some beef to give it, and it poached, and made a plea of satisfaction.
And I started crying again in the empty house.
The days after, he began to appear more frequently in my world. Sometimes they send me flowers, sometimes they send me new sweets.
I rejected him and even explicitly said I didn’t want to see him.
But he seemed a little inexorable, blocking me and preventing me from leaving.
“Ame, we’ve known each other since we were born. Twenty-nine years. I don’t believe you don’t like me. I’m sorry.
“Twenty years ago, you fell in love with someone else? I’m sorry.
And I looked at him, and all of a sudden the memories came up, and I just felt my headaches, and I couldn’t stop crying.
It’s a man I’ve loved for years, I grab his pants and legs.
Leave me alone, please. I’m sorry.
“Why do you think I married you?” Because I hate you!”
And I have red eyes: “I hate to stab you when I see you cheating, that’s why I married you, and you and Jiang Li will never see the light of day.” I’m sorry.
He crouched down to hold me and tried so hard to calm me down.
“Miya, Miya, are you angry? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “No, every day I’m with you is disgusting, and I think when you kiss people, and you’re close to them, I feel sick.” I’m sorry.
I’ve always felt that disgusting is the lowest rating of people.
Chen Bei-hee is aware of this, and he let go of his hand, and his eyes are a little sad.
“You really think so?” he asked.
“I used to be a cocoon, and I know that, and I know it, but I don’t think, and I’m thinking about it, so I deserve to suffer every day. That’s my fault. I know it, but don’t come to me now.” I’m sorry.
We knew each other too well, and we knew that it was the words that hurt the most.
Sometimes I even wonder what would have happened if we hadn’t been married, and what would have happened to me if I had been angry at Chen Bei-hee for the first time I found out and played a play that was supposed to beat Xiao San.
I guess I’ll be the white moon that he never forgets, a prick between them, stabbing them from time to time, and not being able to eliminate them, and then, in a long and dry marriage, Jiang Li will face countless Lamyas and gradually fade away from love.
I even hate to go back in time.
It’s a nasty idea. I was even scared myself.
Because my body was a little off on my meds, I went to a gym and started my new comic book.
Occasionally, live paintings were opened, and small fans, all of whom were lovely people.
Once again, she’s married.
On the eve of her marriage, she applied for the addition of me as a friend, saying a lot of things, except that she returned home and had little contact with Chen Bei-hee, and I took her away from her.
The sun was warm outside, and the cat with his head in his head slept on the cat’s shelf, and I kissed his little head.
“Fat, fat, so cute! I’m sorry.
Quantified
After their divorce, Chen Bei-hee rarely remembered Lami, who was too busy at work to remember her at all.
But he followed her video account and found that she had been doing well recently and that her smile had changed.
Chen Bei-hee reassured that everything was going in the right direction.
He swears he really didn’t think about Lamy.
Until that time, when he went home to visit his mother, he had received a strange letter in his home’s old mailbox, written to Chen Bei-hee, 30 years old, who suddenly remembered something.
At the age of 17, he and Limi sneaked out of school and blew air conditioning at a coffee shop called Time.
The manager said he could write a letter and send it to each other in the future.
Chen Bei-hee thought it was a little crazy, and after more than a decade, he could have been a liar, but Lin was very happy and he left it to her.
She seriously wrote that he looked at it with his face red and pushed his face with his hands.
“Bitch, you wrote it to me anyway. I’m sorry.
“That’s different. It’s written to you at 30. I’m sorry.
She did make a hundred bucks and gave her a fleshache. Chen Bei-hee thought that he was a little fool and that he was not afraid of running away from the coffee shop owner, and he thought that he had put 100 bucks in her pocket.
Chen Bei-hee, 30 years old, opened the letter, which was written by a girl, not by a letter, but more like their future life, with a big girl’s heart.
They must have two children, a boy, a girl, and the children must be beautiful, they must have a small house of their own, a nice little house, a big down window and a warm and festive carpet, and they would have a little cat called Fatty, because Lami felt fatter.
But 17-year-old Lamia didn’t think that they were divorced.
Chen Bei-hee suddenly appeared in his head about Lin-mi, and when he was a child, a little doll called “brother” behind him, a teenage girl with a red face and a twat, a dream of his whole childhood.
They were hiding in the corner of the wall, and he climbed up her window and asked for a kiss, and waited for the girl to kiss his lips.
The hands they held under the table and the water in the eyes of the young girls in the eyes of the eyes.
They all felt they had to.
Then what changed? He forgot.
He only remembers the daily complaints on the phone, which he feels tired and has to deal with.
He felt that once the bright little girl had changed, had become silent, obnoxious.
And that which he remembers of Lameh, he is weak and alive, like a butterfly that dances.
At that time, he was in search of a job, and he was upset all day, so his first reaction was not to be happy, but to be bored, sometimes hoping that the phone would never ring.
He remembered Jiang Li, who was an optimistic and positive person, who would tell him that he had his favorite food in the cafeteria today and took his place, that he was very good today and that he would learn his specialty.
He thought he preferred to hear it, rather than hear complaints about a day’s work today.
For a moment, he even felt like he didn’t love Lami.
But he thought of the young girl crying red eyes, and he couldn’t help but hesitate.
Because if he thinks of losing her, he’s going to be miserable and he can’t lose him.
So he didn’t accept the divorce and he thought he still loved her.
But Chen Hoi-hee did not understand what is now Lami, and she was angry, suspicious and angry.
Even if she did, she would become very suspicious and hysteric, as if there was a female fly next to him, and she would be expelled.
When he arrived, he felt that his love for her was beginning to fade away, but when he thought it would separate, he began to feel that he was Erinmi and that he could not leave her.
And as soon as he completed his reading of the letter, all the good things of Lami came into his head, and when he returned to him, he came back to him, to him, to him, to him, to him, and to him, to him, to him, to him, to work overtime in the night.
I’m shy, I’m embarrassed to say no to others, and they say something, and they’re gonna get blushy.
She’s cute and she’s a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a twitch.
She’s kind, and seeing people on the street is bad, she’s gonna cry.
He didn’t have the strength to work with each other, and every time he saw her sad, he made me laugh.
On the one hand, he thinks that girls are really water-made, and on the other hand, that there are more poor people.
Now he can finally answer her. She’s the best person in his heart.
It’s not Jiang Li, it’s not a little sparrow, it’s a 20-year-old girl.
He went to her overnight, but Lami didn’t want to see him.
He didn’t give up, went to her again and heard a lot of hurt.
She begged him to let herself go.
He didn’t go to Lami, he went home and drew forks on a single target.
Two kids, a fat cat.
Travel around the world, stick together forever.
All his life he liked her, he thought about it, drew it here.
It’s a pity that Amit doesn’t want to see him now. He thought about it and finally dropped his pen.
Yeah, she didn’t want to see him, 30-year-old Chen Bei-hee. Document number: YXX10mbAN6BFRxeNZv8hQQ9
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
