I was in first class once, when the flight attendant accidentally spilled coffee on me, and asked for my tweet to pay for my suit.
I added her, but I didn’t let her lose money, but I talked to her from time to time.
She didn’t refuse to talk to me until she knew I was married, and the more we talked, the more speculative we were.
At the beginning, I thought it was just a kind of psychotic way to leave, thinking I could hold the bottom line.
Gradually, her warm smile took root in my head, entangled, flourished and lost.
I even dreamt she was holding a plate at night and said, “Sir, do you want coffee, tea, or me?”
A month later, I learned that she had flown to my city and finally couldn’t bear to send her a message and invite her to dinner.
The candlelight dinner was romantic, and we were undecided that we had no substantial physical contact, but when I came home at night to secretly say good night to her, I knew I was deeply involved in the game.
One.
The company took another big order this month and the partners invited me to the bar.
I thought it was a populist rumor. I didn’t think it was a boom.
A few of his friends opened their booths, each with a beautiful young girl.
I know these men, some of them are successful in their own business, some of them are rich and rich, and they don’t need any money, but I feel different from them, so it’s always so much fun to play together.
One of them was wearing a flower arm, and the Porsche key was thrown on the table, and he saw me with two beautiful women. He said, “Yo, Joe, today he is single.” I’m sorry.
He calls me “Old Joe” instead of “Old Joe” and mocks me “Conservative”.
I was single at every meeting, and they took the girl, and I was passed on to them in their circle for a long time.
Another friend of mine, who was wearing Jiang Sze Danton on his wrist, smiled with no kindness last month, and said, “Don’t make fun of him. This is in savings. We’re talking dog to horse to horse when we’re 60 or 70. I’m sorry.
Let’s all laugh and laugh.
I followed them and laughed and sat alone in the corner.
After a while, the partner Zongcheng came.
Zong Na is my age, and this year it’s 38 years old. We worked in the same company, and later started a joint venture to set up a firm of smart health equipment for the elderly, which dealt with the pain of living and caring for the elderly and their children. The company worked well, attracted a lot of investment, and we became so-called successful.
Right behind you is a black and straight-haired girl.
He said to me, “Hey, if my wife calls you later, you’ll just have to work overtime at the office, as you did last time. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
With these people, I feel two things. First, things are clustered. Second, the ink is black. I think that the obscurity of me and Irwin has a great deal to do with the intimacy that they keep coming around.
Watching the exposed women in the booths or twitching, or dancing ass, I have hundreds of ants crawling inside me.
I tried to calm myself down and pulled out my cell phone and sent Either a tweet: What are you doing?
Two minutes later, she went back: she just watched a movie and cried.
I’ll lock the screen. He smiled and said, “Are you talking to the flight attendant? I’m sorry.
“What flight attendant?” I’m sorry.
Zong was raising his glass and said, “It’s true that Joe opened this time, and he started to hook up with the stewardess.” I’m sorry.
A few bottles of wine, like a stench.
I turned around and left the booth and went outside the bar.
Then Zon went after me and stopped me, and said, ‘Hey, no. I’m sorry.
And I said, “I told you, this cannot be said.” I’m sorry.
“You’re being hypocritical. What’s wrong with this? Who isn’t the one who’s on either side of the house? Nobody’s looking down on you! I’m sorry.
“It’s okay to look down. It’s immoral that I don’t want to promote. I’m sorry.
And Zong carried my shoulder, and said, “Choose, we earn our family by fighting and making money by doing our best. That’s the greatest morality, those outside, just playing with money. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to get involved with money. I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? What do you think they’re showing you? Isn’t that your money? I’m sorry.
I’m silent.
“Do you have feelings? He looked up, “Oh, my God, you’re better than us! I’m sorry.
I said, “I have a bottom line. I’m sorry.
He said, “Don’t be too tense, it’s good to go to the bottom line, and you’ll find your mind getting younger with those little girls. For us, it’s important to keep up with the thoughts of the young people who are now. I’m sorry.
And I said, “You really gave me a good understanding of the word “honor.” I’m sorry.
He couldn’t stop laughing and went to the booth. “You have given me a good understanding of one word, and you are standing again. I’m sorry.
Two.
Back home, the wife was trying to get her medication.
“Come back?”
“Come back. I’m sorry.
Lie on the couch, pull out the phone, and I saw Either send me two pictures and ask me which one is good.
I picked one. Soon she made that image.
When we talked, she said she was looking forward to international flights. I said it’s too messy to take care of yourself.
It won’t be long. The wife is here. I quickly switched my phone to another app.
If the wife was a true school flower in college, when there were many followers, she chose me as a technologist.
She said she saw me as honest and forward and thought I would be a good husband.
I think she’s smart, knowledgeable, pretty, and we’re getting married after graduation.
Later on, when my career was stifling, my wife clearly failed to keep up with me. She started a milk and tea shop and paid for it. Later on, a Western restaurant was opened. The new media were then run, not making much money, and the body collapsed.
I kept telling her to come to my office, but she was stubborn and wanted to prove her ability.
Then the wife became pregnant and checked the child for defects and she was never pregnant after the birth.
At 30, she had another disease and had a little surgery. She had taken a large quantity of various medications to prepare her body, resulting in swelling and loss of her face.
The advantages of a person in love often become disadvantages after marriage. It’ll be boring, it’ll be self-righteous, it’ll be useless, it’ll be beautiful, it’ll be insecure.
And so many will turn this dramatic contrast into an irrational quarrel, which will grow.
But our marriage is not the way it is, but rather the way it is becoming less and less and less and less and less. The less communication there is, the less indifferent it is, the more the vicious circle becomes.
After 10 years of marriage, the frustrations she experienced and my busy career created a huge gap between us at the age of 38.
There’s a boring chorus on TV, and my wife sits next to me.
She said, “We haven’t talked for a long time. I’m sorry.
We said, “Yes, they are busy.” I’m sorry.
She said, “It’s not good, it’s not good, it’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad. I’m sorry.
And I said, “I’ve already advised you to let your work go and get better.” I’m sorry.
She said, “Yes, it’s an opportunity. I’m sorry.
I said, “But I can’t put it on my side. I just got a big list. I can’t keep an eye on it. I’m sorry.
She bowed down, disappointed, and said, “Oh. I’m sorry.
I tried to talk to her about something else, but it was boring to talk. It’s not like there’s always something to talk about between me and Ait.
We were silent.
She groaned and said, “Next week is our fifteenth anniversary.” I’m sorry.
I suddenly felt ashamed. I made a vow at the wedding, and I took her out of the country once every five years.
The images of the past are now in my mind. When we were young, we talked about you.
I moved to her, held her hand. “Well, I’ll go to the company tomorrow and arrange for a few days to come out. I’m sorry.
The wife nods her head and leans on my shoulder.
She had a bad smell of Chinese medicine in her mouth, and I held my nose.
3
We went to Thailand for five days and tried to fix the gap between husband and wife, but without passion as a taste, this journey of freedom was transformed from an imaginary romantic journey into a sunset red walk.
We live in a house by the seaside with a General Assembly living room and a beautiful courtyard, just in the middle of the season, just for our families.
Landlord is an old Chinese couple who is over 80 years old and has a bad ear look. They hired a young man to collect and clean, and they sat in the yard in the sun when they were all right, and they sat alone for hours.
Time has passed on to them, and life is completely static. Look at them as if I saw my future.
The young Chinese man they hired was Wu Zheng, covered in mud, almost every hour of the day with draft paper, and did not know anything.
He used to say to himself, “The world is about to change, the world is about to change. I’m sorry.
Sometimes, at night, when people are quiet, the WWII laughs with joy and sometimes weeps, which is weird.
During these five days, my wife and I went to the beach to swim, play beach volleyball, go to the temple, eat BBQ at night, walk in the night wind and look nice, but I actually didn’t feel the pleasure of taking vacations, thinking about Ego, and I couldn’t stop.
Yeah, I’m a piece of shit, and I’d hate to have a button, and I’d be able to get it out of my memory. But I know this button doesn’t exist and she’s branded in my life.
The night before he left, in a bar near Min-suk. I sat at the bar with my wife, and the music was ringing and watching young people swing in the middle of the dance floor, and we didn’t know what we meant.
“You shouldn’t bring your wife here to travel.” I’m sorry.
He’s in his twenties, he’s dark, he looks smart.
“Thai is a single man’s paradise, hunting capital, and it’s a waste to bring a wife here? He said, “But I have a way to keep your trip from going down. I’m sorry.
“What way?” I asked.
“I pretended to get an award to keep one of your wife’s entire spa maintenance for two hours. He looked to the bathroom, “Then I’ll take you to the pretty girls, and we’ll have lots of them, whatever you want. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think I could do that.
I asked him, “Is this a reliable way? I’m sorry.
“Of course, taking care of the wife and giving the husband a chance to hunt. That’s one of our basic services. He blinked at me.
The wife came out of the bathroom. The bartender whispered, “Come to me whenever you want, the price is fair. I’m sorry.
I was obstinate, but I was very ostracized in this naked trade, so I quickly left the bar with my wife.
On the way back, a very beautiful comet appeared in the sky, with its tail drawn through it.
A few Thais close to each other with ten hands, and I do not know what comets represent in their culture, but they do so only as a blessing or a curse.
I also close my eyes and pray in my heart.
If possible, please let me escape from this life…
4
The next day at noon, before we went to the airport, we said goodbye to the landlord, who gave us a medal.
The landlord said he might never see each other again in his life, hoping that the Buddha will protect us.
When we were young, we thought that life was long, long and long, and we’d see each other again, but at their age, every goodbye could be a dead end. That is why they make a special effort when they say goodbye, as if they were consuming their weak and thin lives.
I’m feeling a bit sad, and I can’t say it.
And by this time, the muddy face of his head was all out of time, shouting out, “Come on, come on, come on!”
Bangkok Airport.
When the luggage was being shipped, the wife lamented: “Happy times are always brief. I’m sorry.
And I said, “Do you feel happy these five days?” I’m sorry.
And his wife said, “I speak of happy times in the years when we were in love. I’m sorry.
I didn’t speak again. After the formalities, I took her out of the consignment.
Hands held but did not feel the temperature, did not feel the motion, and only constant habits.
Are we really going to live like this?
It’s been a long time, long enough to scare me, long enough to fall into the abyss of time.
I envy young people who have the best look for love.
I stopped all of a sudden before an airline commercial, where the flight attendant’s uniform was very similar to that of Ait.
There was a slight commotion in the crowd, but I didn’t think about it.
“Moirou. I called my wife’s name.
She also stopped, looked at me, was deviant and exhausted, and had makeup on her face but could not cover the dark yellow skin.
“I want to tell you something. *I tried to keep my eyes away *
The airwaves at the airport suddenly heard a loud sound, and the noise in the crowd became loud and loud, and the word “divorce” that I said was drowning.
The radio was broadcast in Thai, and some of the people who understood it made an exhilaration.
My phone system keeps ringing. I pulled out my cell phone, and countless applications were sent to the same news almost at the same time, and the short title contained a staggering amount of information.
At this point, the airport broadcast was translated into English. This time, I understand.
“As a result of large-scale anomalies around the world, the country has initiated emergency measures requiring that all flights be stopped and that you wait patiently. I’m sorry.
The wife got nervous and asked, “Is it a terrorist attack? I’m sorry.
I read the article, and I said, “It seems like you’ve changed your body.” I’m sorry.
“Change? I’m sorry.
Suddenly, I felt headaches, and the loud sound of my ears was like millions of bees running across my head. But a few seconds later, all the symptoms disappeared, and a plethora of energy filled my body.
I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was attracted to the looks of my wife.
That’s what happened when I first met her when I was 19.
5
The changes began in Central Europe and moved from west to east, affecting the body of all.
Based on the age of the bones, all of you became 19 years old.
From the infant who is fed, to the old man who is on the line.
Whether it’s physical appearance, body function, or state of health, it’s suddenly 19 years old.
It took less than 20 minutes to cover all regions of the world.
Each country has set in motion a war plan to respond comprehensively to the greatest change in human history.
Airport.
Initially, most passengers were overwhelmed by their heart’s excitement, cheering, and no one was happy to have a young body.
My wife and I looked at each other for a long time, until we woke up with tears.
Her face reminds me of the joy and joy that we had together when we were young, something that we had lost for so long.
She cried, “You haven’t seen me like this for a long time. I’m sorry.
I held her, as if I held my whole youth.
At that time, a huge cry sounded.
It’s not far from us. It’s a baby who’s 19 years old. In the baby cart, he cried so hard, he broke his diapers down, and his shit was everywhere.
His parents tried to get him out of the cart, but his fists were too close.
The giant baby struggled and pushed the side of the cart to the ground, while his body was stuck in the cart.
A passenger came up to help and accidentally was shot in the nose and bleeding.
This is ridiculous and weird.
Gradually, everyone found the events moving in an uncontrollable direction.
There are no further follow-up arrangements for airport managers, and the broadcasts have been kept patient.
But they forget one thing: 19-year-olds are least likely to be patient, and young people are always anxious to ask for an answer.
The crowd at the airport began to riot.
I can smell a dangerous signal in my gut.
“There can’t be long here. I said to my wife.
“Where are we going?” Her young voice was so sweet.
“Don’t know, but certainly not with hundreds of young people without organizers. I’m sorry.
I took her outside the airport. When I touched her hand, I had a long-defeated impulse inside me.
“Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you. I told her.
And then I realized that a person’s return to age 19 is not just a change in age, but it means the passion of the hormonal.
It means victory, curiosity, adventure, desire for knowledge.
It means an insolence and a carnival.
It means aggression, rebellion and disquiet.
It means a desire to reshape life and change the world.
Six.
After we left the airport, we found a cab for a long time. I’ll hand over the driver’s card and send him to this address. The driver pulled out the calculator and pressed an exaggerated number. I didn’t say no, I promised.
On both sides of the road are a growing crowd of carnivals holding torches, bottles and coloured banners. The police were maintaining order, but the uncontrollable group of 19-year-olds did not look at the police, and a man stood on a bus with a middle finger and said a word loudly to the same juvenile police.
And the taxi driver told me in plain English, that the boy cried out, “God will not prevent us from coming back to youth. Why should you?”
The driver said he was 24 years old and didn’t know what it meant to be young, but his parents were in their 60s, and he had a 4-year-old son, and he didn’t know what to do with his family. When we’re done, we drive back to the country.
The wife in the car grabbed my horn, I hugged her, and the eyes fell on her beautiful face again. In that moment, my mind seemed to have returned to 19 years of age, to the age when it was so easy to talk and swear.
“Do I have something on my face?” she said.
“No, it’s just that you’re beautiful. I’m sorry.
And she smiled, and she said, “I forgot when the last time you said something about me. She looked out the window and said, “What happens to our world next?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Young youth is a wonderful thing, so it should also be in the right direction.” I’m sorry.
On the way, we gave videos to parents from both sides of the country, and we saw with joy that they were young.
They’ve got a clearer idea than before, a mouthful and a healthy body.
They said that you two don’t have to worry about us right now, that we can take care of ourselves, that you need to find a way to get home safely, and that we have plenty of time to get back together.
In the video, my 90-year-old grandmother became a 19-year-old, and she was all alone in the corner, crying for herself.
“What happened to Grandma? I asked.
Dad said, “She’s been saying how good it would have been if your grandfather had lived. I’m sorry.
7
Two hours later, we went back to residential.
Landlords and couples have become younger and even more naive than me.
The fact that the man’s landlord has been telling me so much about his “younger” is almost insane. The landlady also smiled well and continued to appreciate her waist limbs in the mirror.
They say it’s a second life, and it must be free and enjoy.
“We can’t go back to the country for a while. We may need to stay here for a while. “I’m not going to be able to get involved.
And the landlord slapped me on the shoulder and said, “No problem. You can stay as long as you want. I’m sorry.
I said, “When things stabilize, I’ll go.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Okay, we’ll get out of here together. We couldn’t make it. We wanted to settle down here, but it’s different now. I’m sorry.
I asked, “Where are you going? I’m sorry.
“We are so young to travel the world.” I’m sorry.
Her lover turned on the phonograph with her hand, and the old but happy music in the gel record came out, and two people danced and danced.
They reached out and invited me with my wife, and I wanted to say no, but it was as if young bodies were particularly vulnerable to music and atmosphere and had accidentally joined in.
When we were sweating, we were paralyzed on the ground and couldn’t help but laugh and look like real young people without a heart.
At the front desk, the muddy face looks like nothing’s changed. He looks at us and continues to do the math.
I was suddenly very curious about him and asked the landlord about him.
Landlords said that Wu was the son of a young friend who had died and had been a gifted child since he was a child, but that he was expelled from college with a mental problem, and they felt sorry for him and asked him to work here.
At dinner, the man himself cooks, and he says he’s a famous cook when he’s young, and he’s too old to hold a pot of pots and pots, and now he can finally pick up something he loves.
And when the feast was full, We could not wait to taste his work, but as he said, it was excellent.
The landlords told us their story. From knowing each other, to loving each other, to being forced to break up, then to forming each other’s families, and then to getting divorced, to re-enacting each other, each of these experiences was held hostage by the great context of the times and sounded like a love epic.
They say they love to talk to their guests when they start out here, and it feels like every time they hear other people’s experiences, it’s as if their lives have expanded a dimension. But then, the older and the older, the less interested in new things, the more often they are in the memory of the past.
“Death is not an instant but a slow process for the elderly. He pours me champagne.
I didn’t think this old man was a day under the sun.
“Let’s talk about your love story. He said to me,
I am ashamed to say that our story is very simple, from love to marriage, to each other’s busy business, and that there is nothing special to say.
“But now you’re different.” He took a cup with me and said, “You can start your lives again.” I’m sorry.
In this time, there was a news broadcast: “There was a riot in various prisons in the country, and a large number of criminals escaped. As a result of the 19-year-old incident, many criminals entered the crowd with face-to-face difficulties, so please be safe and stay away from strangers.”
“It seems that it will take some time to stabilize. “But it’s okay, we have plenty of time. I’m sorry.
Nightfall comes, wife takes a bath.
I took advantage of the time to send Erin a message, but she didn’t reply. I went up to the balcony and started her voice call, and no one answered for a long time.
Back in bed, I started to worry. But to think of it, Ego said he was at his place of origin in Suzhou and, as a matter of fact, was safe.
The wife came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, with wet hair. Seeing her, Etienne disappeared from my head.
She stood in front of me with a thin body under the bathrobe.
My body didn’t react.
Her cheeks are also dazzlingly red.
I went up, untied her, her bathrobe slipped to the ground, and no fleshy body was exposed to me.
I pulled her to the bed, and I grabbed her, from the forehead, a little bit down.
“I love you.” I said.
Two hot young bodies entangled together.
At this moment, I do not care about anyone, the world and the future, and I only care about you in my arms.
When the curtains were blown by the night, I suddenly felt something different. I looked at the window and only saw one eye staring at us outside the window.
Who!
I yelled.
Those eyes quickly went into the dark.
The wife was scared and covered with a blanket.
And I ran to the windowsill, looking out, and there was only one strange shadow in the night.
8
We have lived in residential accommodation for three days, and we have been unable to find out the world’s current situation only on television and mobile phones.
Vatican. The Pope declared to the congregation that it was a mercy from God, that he had recovered old age and the incurable disease in our bodies and that he had given a healthy 19-year-old body.
In the United States, with regard to the policy of dealing with 19-year-olds, the population is divided into two groups that believe that it is necessary to create new personal files and collect new facial information as soon as possible, thus requiring legislation to enforce the re-registration of each citizen. They cited, for example, a mysterious robber in New Mexico State who had been 94 years old for several consecutive days, but who had been missing from several police patrols because of his image.
The other side believed that the creation of new identity files too soon could have a negative effect. They cited, for example, a middle-aged black man in California who tortured an elderly black man in a single apartment and then lived in his capacity, receiving benefits, and no one could have noticed that he would have lived in his new capacity if the body had not stinked. This group is therefore concerned that, while the situation is not yet calm, there will not only be many failures, but also a large number of people who will kill others in order to cleanse themselves.
The two groups had their mouths and swords on television, and their supporters had made a big hit during the march. Social fragmentation is further deepened.
Europe is basically in a semi-crash, with a large number of people marching on the streets under the slogan “new 19-year-old, new politics.” They believed that the leaders had become 19-year-old bodies and that it was difficult to judge whether their minds were as mature as they had been elected, and called for the annulment of the election results and the re-election of the general elections. “Young people” took over the legislative and executive branches, but many policemen were unable to control their young tempers, causing some casualties.
An expert was interviewed on television. He believed that human beings had not yet adapted to young politicians, that those in power were likely to be influenced by the urge of 19-year-old hormones to act beyond reason, and that, in fact, there had been a pattern of stridentness among some countries.
“Can you imagine? The bomb was controlled by a group of 19-year-olds. In the end, he was sensational.
I took a breath and shut down the living room TV.
“Joke! What a joke!” And suddenly a sound sounded.
I’ll see all the muddy people throwing away all the drafts in their hands.
“They’re all wrong! He said, “There’s no data to suggest that this reverse growth will continue! I’m sorry.
He came out of the front desk, stomped his feet, exaggerated. “If there’s another wave of this change, all of us are seven years old, three years old, and even three months old, it’s the end of human civilization! I’m sorry.
He was staring at me, with his hands on my shoulder, and he said, “Do you understand? Their focus should be on how human civilization can be preserved if the reverse growth continues! I’m sorry.
Listen to him, I’m like an ice hole.
Will the fate of mankind go in that terrible direction?
At that point, the wife came out of the room with her eyes shut and saw him holding my shoulder.
“Joop! “Don’t move. I’m sorry.
I took all my hands off my shoulder. “Nothing. We’re talking about the international situation. I’m sorry.
At that time, the sound of motorcycles was heard at the door of Min-hoon. Half a minute later, five men walked in.
They wanted to stay, but they saw their papers, and they moved. They will not give up, but they will all speak a few words in Thai, and they will be frowned upon.
The other side was excited and the arguments attracted the landlord and the couple.
The man who owned the house came up and tried to speak to them in peace.
The hostess came to me and told me that they were students in boarding school and had escaped.
I have seen such news on television, and there have been group strikes in some boarding schools. When primary school students suddenly have 19-year-old power, physical power, impulse, sexual desire, but they have absolutely no mature experience to control, something is bound to happen.
Suddenly, I noticed that one of the students was staring at my wife with straight eyes and almost spitting out.
I immediately approached my wife and took her behind me.
The student saw me in such a way that he could not help but move his eyes away and swallow the water.
But soon enough, he might have realized that he already had enough strength to fight me, so he had a fire inside him, a sharp glance at me, and an uncontrollable rage.
After an exchange, the landlord failed to comply with their request for accommodation, the students returned to their homes with their mouths scolded and a student kicked the door frame as he left.
The student who was staring at my wife said a few words to the others, and at the same time they looked at my wife and laughed.
This scene made me feel terrible, my back cold, and I pushed my wife into the room.
9
“It took China just five days to establish and register an identification system covering 70 per cent of the population and to moderately open up some social services, and it is expected that the closure policy will be lifted in five days and that production and living order will be fully restored. It will also open its doors to its fellow citizens who remain abroad. I’m sorry.
When my wife showed me this story, she was so excited.
Its last sentence is focused, which means we can go home.
I jumped up and kissed my wife.
A little while later, Etienne sent me a message.
She said that the incident had occurred when the panic cell phone had been lost and that, as a result of a strict home confinement policy in the country, it had not been possible to buy new mobile phones and complementary cards.
I said you’re okay.
She asked me how I’ve been for a few days.
I lied about being at home in an orderly manner.
She said that the airline was preparing to face a wave of return, so it would be busy, if the response was slow.
I said take care of yourself.
She said you too.
Looking at the message she sent me, I was a little confused.
It is no exaggeration to say that, while he is beautiful, he is very different from his wife’s current image.
I remember what I was saying, that men were always shallow visuals.
Is it true that the current warming of my wife’s feelings and the cooling of my love for Iver’s?
Is love just dopamine?
And at night I said to my wife, “Go and sit down in the bar. I’m sorry.
Five days in a residential building, 19-year-old bodies are no longer fit for such a boring life.
There were more people in the bar than before, and the moment the wife came in, she was the focus of all the men’s eyes.
And we sat in the corner, and the barman looked at it for a long time, and came and said, “You are the Chinese couple who came before.” I’m sorry.
After receiving a positive response, he lamented: “I can barely recognize Mr., but the lady has changed a lot. He looked his wife in the eye, and said, “If you’re not following your husband, but you’re coming yourself, I’m sure there’s basically no other girl here. I’m sorry.
The wife was embarrassed to smile.
And the barman came to me, leaning in my ear, and said, “Congratulations, this is the most beautiful encounter.” I’m sorry.
The music of the hyenas is ringing, and people are coming to the dance floor in the centre of the world, and it’s spinning with the rhythm.
I’ll meet my wife.
After two or three glasses of wine, the wife is a little tweaked.
“Joopen, do you know why I want to travel with you?” she said.
“Not for the 15th anniversary of our marriage? I held her hand.
“No, it was the last time I wanted to be romantic before I got divorced. She said:
That’s what I’m talking about. Divorce? Why?
“Because I have cancer.” I’m sorry.
I’m like a thunderstorm.
“Doctor says I only have two years to live. She looks at the wine stain on the table and says, “I can’t hold you for two years, I just want you to start a new life as soon as possible. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but shake my body.
What have I done? I’ve been busy counting money, getting confused. I haven’t even noticed my wife’s cancer.
I hit myself hard.
“Come on! My wife grabbed my arm, “I’m fine now, the tumor disappeared in my 19-year-old body. I’m sorry.
I put my wife’s hands on my face, and I felt her temperature, and then I cried and cried.
It’s been a long time since I cried, especially so thoroughly.
It’s probably only young people who have such strong feelings.
After crying, it took me a long time to recover.
And his wife put his forehead on my forehead and said: “Let’s go back.” I’m sorry.
I got her up.
At that point, I saw a couple of unkind eyes on the dance floor.
I looked closely, and suddenly I was shocked.
I know those who came to Min-hoon that day.
They’re childish, but they’re actually taller than me, and I’m cooler.
I took my wife and left.
She doesn’t understand.
Don’t ask. Go. I’m sorry.
We flew all the way, but the most worrying thing came.
The sound of a motorcycle engine is coming from far and near.
I looked back and saw the students coming to us on two motorcycles.
We’re 700 meters away, and at this rate we’ll be chased.
They deliberately shelled the gas doors to make the noise sound more like the bark of a beast.
I can’t. The students are in danger. I’m in danger with my wife.
My heart is wide open, picks up a rock under my feet, turns around, and looks towards them.
The motorcycle came closer, and I saw three men on one and two on the other.
Their faces are excited, they don’t laugh, they’re going through a game they love.
I held the stone in my hand, predetermined the throw track.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
Ten meters.
Chance! We threw the stones out of our hands and struck a motorcycle rider in the face of the door, and three of them fell on the floor with the motorcycle.
The other one was panicking when he saw the situation, and a brake stopped and then came down from the car and ran to see if his companion was okay.
Three people on the first motorcycle were in pain and cried.
I couldn’t care less about their injuries, and I took my wife and ran to the people.
Back to the room, I locked the door and pulled the curtain.
10
Not one night.
The next day, I asked the landlord to help call the police and tell them about yesterday ‘ s dangerous incident, hoping that they would find those pupils in time to return them to school and protect us from retaliation.
After the police had been very perfunctory in their telephone calls and had registered, the solution was to keep us safe.
The landlord told me that the situation was a mess and that the escapees and demonstrators had left the police with no choice.
In other words, it has become impossible.
I’m sorry, isn’t it a wonderful thing to return to youth?
He told me that, in his life experience, every change was connected to a great many people and could not be judged by simple good or bad.
“Take the example of the primary school children. He said, “They suddenly add ten years to the age of age, and then they lose ten years of life.” I’m sorry.
I think so.
“Even if a child is childish, man is the spirit of all things, and they can feel their interests violated in sublimation, which is the nature of our genes. “So they will definitely vent this perceived discontent in a variety of ways.”
“For ordinary Thais who practice Buddhism, they suddenly fall by 19 years of age, which means more than 19 years of human suffering.
“The people at the bottom will not improve their quality of life by reducing their age, and the biggest beneficiaries will be the capitalists who are already at the top, who can use their youth’s plentiful consumption to make a new fortune and then continue to kidnap their lives, squeeze their values and use them to fill their youth’s lusts.
“At the beginning, ordinary people would hope for their superiors, but now their superiors return with their young bodies full of experience and resources, more firmly in their positions to which they would be subordinated, and more robust and solid. Would normal people be satisfied with this arrangement?
“What if it is at the level of State authority? With the return of the former and the return of the former Prime Minister, there must be a struggle between old and new political forces, and everyone will encourage his side to attack the other side. Instability at this level is bound to bring about economic instability and thus to develop into hardship and social unrest.
“Humans return to youth with all the negative values inherent in youth, as we did in our youth. I’m sorry.
When he’s done, hand me the coffee.
Coffee is hot, smells good, but I know it’s bitter.
At noon, my business partner Zon called me, and he was desperate.
When we spoke on the phone, he was in the midst of a return to his youth’s joy, and although he revealed his concerns about the company’s old-age smart health equipment, he was optimistic that we could move smoothly to child custody. – There’s a lot of “adult babies” in society, and they need people to deal with the pain.
But today his optimism is gone.
“Joe open, something’s wrong. The investors are not going to vote for us anymore! He can’t say he’s in a hurry.
“Why? Didn’t their online board predict that our transition would go well? I’m sorry.
“They voted for another company! The CEO of that company, which had leukemia, is now gone, and investors think they are more competitive and professional and more promising. I’m sorry.
I suffocated: “If so, it is their freedom. I’m sorry.
He shouted, “Are you crazy?” You know what that means? All the efforts we’ve made, all the channels we’ve laid, all the patents we’ve bought are useless! We’re broke! I can’t even get a fucking bank loan! I’m sorry.
“But we’re getting younger, and all we have is a chance to start again. I’m sorry.
“It’s no use! It’s no use being young without money! He hysteriad, “What do you think we can do when the young foxes join the business game that belongs to our generation?” They’ll eat us all! I’m sorry.
“Calm down first. I’m sorry.
“Cool your mother! I’m sorry.
The sound of his cell phone fell on his head, and then there was only a busy line in the hearing.
Eleven.
After dinner, I sat in the courtyard with my wife and looked in the same direction.
There is a bright comet.
According to the expert, it is highly probable that the 19-year-old event was caused by its invasion of the Earth.
“What do you want to do when you get home?” My wife suddenly asked me.
I thought about it and said, “It’s time to go to Zongcheng and try to save the cause.” After all, our families are supported by materiality. I said, “What about you?”
She said, “I want to have a baby with you. I’m sorry.
And I smiled, and said, “Yes, I will cooperate all the way.” I’m sorry.
“You really hate it. Her cheeks are red, “But would you say that the baby that was born after pregnancy was also a big 19-year-old? I’m sorry.
I said, “No, I just read a news report that, according to embryo observations of pregnant women these days, the fetus will not be affected. I’m sorry.
She was relieved: “That’s good.” I’m sorry.
“You are so naive! I’m sorry.
He came to the yard, still holding a pile of draft paper.
“What do you think will happen in 60 or 70 years? “There will be more than 7 billion elderly people dying in similar years! It’s a super-terrestrial, extremely ageing society, where the number of children born today is not enough to provide for us and to pay for the elderly! It’s the end of civilization! I’m sorry.
He waved his arms and several drafts flew out of his hand. “So don’t give birth! Don’t take them to a horrible future! I’m sorry.
The wife looked down on her eyes, and I saw her in a state of discomfort, and said, “This is just the data you imagined, and I believe that the people of the future will find a way to solve it.” I’m sorry.
“It’s amazing! Dreaming all day! He seemed so upset, “It’s because they don’t believe in my data that the consequences of today can be avoided! They’re so self-righteous! Remember, don’t put hope in the future. They won’t do anything until the danger does come. That’s humanity! I’m sorry.
He was scolded and returned to the living room.
My wife and I looked at each other and laughed.
We stayed in the yard for a while, talking about college fun. We got cold in the evening and went back to the room.
The wife went to the bathroom to take a bath, and I was lying in my bed, picked up my phone, lit into the circle of friends of Ego, and she had not been updated for a long time.
I looked at the picture of her face and I felt so sorry to my wife. I click three points on the top right corner and put my finger on the red word “delete.”
Consider her a wonderful dream. It’s time to get back to reality.
But if my fingers are not pressed, it seems as if another person is in my body to manipulate and fight with my good thoughts.
In the end, I’m losing. I think I’m going to have to leave it in my microletter.
What a bitch!
I’m ashamed of myself, and my heart keeps scolding me, but the other voice is whispering in my ear.
I took a glass of water to get up and poured it on my head.
Those two voices disappeared at the same time.
I went to the balcony, opened the window, put my hands on the window frame, and saw the face out.
The night wind blows, and I take a deep breath, and I feel much better.
But that’s when I noticed something. I raised my hands, opened my hands and saw some dirt in my hands.
I looked down at the window frame, and there was clear dirt stain on it.
I looked down to the floor and found some dirt. I followed them all the way to the closet.
Open the closet and the wife’s clothes were turned upside down.
Someone came in!
I’m scared. Lock the windows and tighten the curtains.
Could it be the peep of the day? Did he come in here while we were gone?
I remember the physical characteristics of that person. He’s short, thin, and looks far away with little hair.
All of a sudden, this image coincided with the image that was published on television when the condemned prisoner escaped.
That man and one of the condemned prisoners were in a very similar shape…
The more I wanted to get scared, the more I checked the locks on the doors and windows.
The wife had finished the bath and was blowing her hair.
I’m in a good mood and I’m not prepared to tell her about it. We’ll be home in a few days. Just be safe. Nothing should happen.
But soon, I smelled an invisible stench of acid, like a man who didn’t shower for days.
This taste has grown from closing windows. In other words, it came from inside the house.
I looked up and looked at the room.
Strange, there can be no hiding place.
Suddenly, I realized there was a place I ignored.
Under the bed…
I’m sweating straight and scared.
I wanted to prove it, but I knew I couldn’t go straight to see it, because once I looked at the people under the bed, the other side would surely show the most vicious side.
Take out the phone, turn off the silence, turn on the video mode. I put my cell phone close to the bed, leaned down, the camera went under the mattress and took it up quickly.
Turn up the album and light the video.
The only sight of the scene was that it was twirling, then reaching the edge of the bed, and the camera was covered with blackness, and the noise was changing, and the image of the bed floor was presented.
A skinny bald man is lying under my bed!
I was conscious of covering my mouth so that I could not speak out of stress, and then shivered down from the bed, with my legs shaking.
The wife blew her hair out of the bathroom.
She was surprised to see me panic, but before she asked, I said, “Don’t ask why, just go out and stay calm.”
Although I know that people under the bed don’t understand Chinese, the last sentence tries to mimic a relaxed tone.
The wife saw that I kept looking at her and knew that I had a good reason to do so, so she said with the same words: “Yes, I will go.” I’m sorry.
I pretended to laugh.
I know that the wife must go first, and if we leave at the same time at this point, the people under the bed will be suspicious, and if he goes after us, the consequences will be disastrous.
The wife walked out of the room.
I pretended to have a yawn, to walk slowly in the house, to talk to myself in my mouth, and to look under the bed in the light.
OKAY, THE OTHERS DON’T DO ANY ACTION.
I was humming a little bit, pulling out the door and walking out.
After closing the door, I pulled my leg and ran forward.
12
At that time, the wife had called the landlady and Hu Zheng.
“What happened?” they asked.
I kept my voice down and said, “Come on, there are prisoners on death row. I’m sorry.
They’re surprised.
All of a sudden, there’s a motorcycle out there.
“Are those little bastards again? The landlord offered us to stay here, “Don’t go out, I’ll go see. I’m sorry.
The landlord walked out the door and talked to the group outside.
Wu went out and took a look and came back and told me that the men had a baseball bat, and they were so angry.
I looked in my room uneasy and thought that the man would not be out of the room if he heard the noise.
The language conflict outside the house became increasingly intense, and suddenly I heard a noise, with the landlord on his forehead, bleeding and running into the house, and he was followed by a student, holding a baseball bat on the back of his head.
The landlady ran to her husband screaming.
He grabbed me and his wife’s hand and quickly went to the nearest store.
When I closed the storeroom door, I looked back and saw the landlord’s wife being pushed to the ground by those vicious students, and they lifted up their baseball bats, and they slammed them down, and blood came out and splattered their faces.
Through the door, I heard one of them shouting and the others laughing.
He said he was yelling that we were children and that there was nothing the law could do for us.
They kicked out one door after another.
My heart speaks of my voice, and I feel profound despair that there is only a narrow ventilation window up there.
Never thought things would get so out of hand.
All of a sudden, I heard a scream coming out of my room, and I knew it was one of the students.
The other students continued to shout, and I heard them rushing into my room and then screaming.
There was also a dumb sound.
“There is someone else inside. I’m sorry.
“What’s that guy talking about? I’m sorry.
He’s got cold sweat on his forehead. “The man said it was good to kill again. I’m sorry.
I’m holding a shivering wife, creepy.
But I calmed down quickly and wondered where the chance was.
Through the door, I heard the sound from the outside to the moaning and then to the silence. When I bit my teeth, I opened a suture of the door, and then I saw a blooded student dragging a heavy step out the door.
He was followed by a small, skinny but fast-looking man. The man had a knife in his hand and the blade was still dripping blood.
This man is a fugitive on death row.
Suddenly the man turned his head towards me, and I turned against him.
It’s almost a conditional reflection. I close the door.
I can feel the cold when it’s dangerous.
The other side had a knife, the situation was bad for us, and it was hard to get out of the way, and we had to fight.
I turned my head and said to my wife, “I’ll find a way to slow him down, and you find a chance and you go out and ask for help, never turn back.” I’m sorry.
And his wife shook his head and said, “Let’s go together!” I’m sorry.
I said, “Don’t be silly, we’ll never get away with this.” I’m sorry.
Then I said to him, “Wait for my wife to run, do not hesitate.” I’m sorry.
The outside footsteps accelerated, and a few moments came to the door.
I took a deep breath, pushed the door down and hit the murderer outside the door.
I pushed him out of focus and took a few steps back, but he quickly recovered his balance.
I yelled at my wife behind me: “Run!” I’m sorry.
The wife hesitated.
“There’s no time! I’m sorry.
He pulled his wife and ran out of the house.
She cried out to me with a cry, “Live!” I’m sorry.
I opened my arms and cut his eyes off from his wife ‘ s escape route and from those on death row.
I’m sure there’s no escape, he’s definitely faster than I am, and I must have been stabbed in the back and through the heart.
Therefore, it is only necessary to delay the time and keep the wife as far away as possible.
I’ve been hesitant about too many things in my life, but I don’t hesitate to give my life for my wife’s life.
They smiled, but they saw violence. He fell down on the hand with the knife, and then he worked under his feet, and suddenly he put his knee in front of me, and hit me on the right side of the side.
A great pain that I never felt caused my tears to burst straight out, and I could barely breathe in the position I was hit.
It’s a liver area, and the pain of being hit can take its toll on even the most determined fighter.
He came to me and laughed, again on his knees, and hit the same place again. I’m in a lot of pain and I’m twitching.
Intuition tells me that this torture is more exciting than killing me.
Fortunately. Fortunately, it was me, not the wife.
I saw him staring at me like a statue, staring at me with a sick eye.
He struggled to enjoy the death of his prey.
I crawled in one direction, as he wanted.
He looked at me like that, looked at me for a long time and swallowed his spit and held the knife in his hand and came at me and was ready to give me my last relief.
With the rhythm of his footsteps, he came to me, leaned down, raised his knife, pointed his knife at the artery of my neck, while my hand was holding a baseball bat next to the body and punching his temple with all its strength.
I opened a wound to his head and blood was flowing.
I threw a baseball bat, put up with the pain on the right side and walked step by step towards the door.
He wiped his wounds with his hands, and the blood of his hands made him scream like he was mad.
The angry beast came after me, three steps and two steps.
I stepped up, too, but he chased me out the door.
Five fingers coming up, poking up my shoulder and breaking my body back. He looked me in the eye and put a knife on the artery of my neck.
The present 19-year-old face has the pathological desire to kill 19-year-olds.
I’m sure I’m dead, but it’s good that my wife survives, and here I come.
The other side may not have thought I’d laugh, but the face crossed a little bit, but it quickly recovered.
He looked hard, with a knife in his hand, and suddenly a strong light shined on him.
He was surprised that he looked at the light and saw only one motorcycle bursting through the gas door.
At that moment, the motorcycle put him in front of him and hit him straight into a tree, a loud sound, and his body was embedded in the trunk of the tree.
The motorcyclist fell from the car and took off his helmet. I recognized him as the only one of the students who had escaped.
He cried, and he kept repeating his words.
Then I realized how black and funny it was.
“I don’t want this anymore. I want to go to school…”
13
Five days later, my wife and I were the first to return to the country.
The wounded landlords and Woo-chul together drove us to the airport in a 7-seat off-road.
On the way, I got another message from Ait.
She said, “I will go to your town the day after tomorrow. Let us eat what you said last time.”
In the car, the wife was watching, and the sun was pouring on her side of the face.
I dropped my phone and looked out the window. Riot marches continue in this country, like an agitated youth.
I thought about it, and I picked up the phone and went back to her: you can find someone worth paying for.
A few seconds later, I added: because you’re young.
After that message, I completely deleted her tweets.
I felt a little heartache in that moment. I don’t know if it’s love for me.
Or can men never distinguish between “fresh” and “love”?
All of a sudden, there’s a full exhilaration in the back of the car: “What a coincidence! What a coincidence! I’m sorry.
I looked back and I said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
He raised his head from the draft, and said, “I figured it out, the world is just a projection, the impact of comets will disappear, and all our experiences and memories will be wiped out during this period!” I’m sorry.
“You mean, we’ll go back to life before change? I’m sorry.
“Yes!”
“When?”
“What a coincidence! What a coincidence! He stares at his eyes and his mouth doesn’t fit, “Now! I’m sorry.
A white light flashed and my head broke.
The memory is diluting, the images of countless memories are disintegrating in my mind, I look at the wife before me, and her beautiful face is faded.
The big ear ringing.
I couldn’t help but close my eyes.
I don’t know.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in the terminal at Bangkok Airport.
The wife stood before me, and I looked at her swollen face, as if I had forgotten something important.
What is it?
The wife suddenly asked, “What did you just say? I’m sorry.
Oh, I remember.
All I’m saying is, let’s get divorced.
Yes, we’ve had a long and dry marriage that has wiped out our feelings. Let’s find our own future.
I got the courage.
We…
But when I was talking, suddenly a lot of emotion came into my head, and I started to feel a little bit.
I can’t say it again.
“Come on, let’s go home. I told her.
The wife didn’t talk, she just laughed. Perhaps she had already figured out what I was trying to say, but just failed to break the window paper.
We’ll head for the gate.
This trip seems to have changed nothing for us, but it seems to have changed something.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
