618 On a stand-by basis, several male-style personal clothing items were accidentally paid for intimacy by the ex-boyfriend.
“What? I’m sorry.
Former boyfriend: “New man? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, it’s better than you.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Look at the purchase record, it doesn’t look like much. I’m sorry.
One.
Halfway through 2022, I’ve had 49 fights with Toshio.
It’s all about me.
For most of the time, he listened to me calmly, and then told me, “No, this is not appropriate.” I’m sorry.
I broke up 50 times.
The reason for this is that the wedding room is half-decorated and I want to put a huge feather lamp on the living room ceiling.
“No, I can’t.” I’m sorry.
“Why? If you think it’s too expensive, I paid for it yesterday. I’ll buy it. I’m sorry.
“It’s hard to clean, and it’s too low, and it’s head bumping. I’m sorry.
“Just pretend to be taller. I’m sorry.
“No way. I’m sorry.
He took off his silver-side glasses, rubbed his nose, and then stood up and walked to the bathroom.
“Select another style. I’ll pick with you later. I’m sorry.
And I looked at his back, and suddenly the sound came out, “Twilight.” I’m sorry.
He stopped and turned around.
I looked into his eyes and said, “Let’s break up.” I’m sorry.
Quietly for a moment, he pulled his lips out of his mouth. I’m sorry.
…well, I admit, every fight I’ve had before, I’ve been angry about breaking up.
And then he turned it down, and then it was over.
“This time, I’m serious. I’m sorry.
I tried to keep my voice slow and calm and try to make it sound more effective.
“I think we’ve been together from the beginning to get married, but we don’t have any feelings, and it’s not funny — so break up and look for true love. I’m sorry.
It was not my fault that the time was standing there, and it was a moment when the light in his eyes was cold and sharp, like a sharp blade.
But in the end, he said, “Okay, got it.” I’m sorry.
Technically speaking, time is my first boyfriend to break up peacefully.
The two that we talked about before, were in love with so much and so much when we split up.
Six months after the break-up, my friend said to introduce me to a boyfriend.
With a high family level and a high level of education, he is currently employed in universities and teaches the principles of operating systems and computer composition.
“You’re four years old. I’m sorry.
By the time he said that, I had built up an image of the bald-headed director.
I didn’t think the timer was a handsome guy.
Handsome is really handsome. People are really cold.
So at first I didn’t plan on falling in love with him.
When I was a kid, I grew up with my parents, and everything was on my mind.
I also made this clear when I first met time ago: “I have a bad temper, I curse my boyfriend every day.” I’m sorry.
The time has come to be calm: “I see. I’m sorry.
“If you rush, you hit. I’m sorry.
“I understand. I’m sorry.
When I saw him not responding, I was in a hurry, and I kept my voice down and threatened, “It’s not impossible to move a knife!” I’m sorry.
The time has come to laugh: “Miss Meng, it’s a knife, it’s probably illegal.” I’m sorry.
He’s got a great face, but most of the time his face is flat and he looks like he doesn’t smell.
But this smile, the radiance of the eyes, the beauty of the heart.
I sat across the street for two seconds, returned to my eyes, wiped my mouth, and took a breath: “Let’s fall in love.” I’m sorry.
The result said, “Miss Meng, I need to think about it. I’m sorry.
I’m ashamed of myself. I’m leaving with my bag:
“If you’re reluctant, I’m not the tough guy. I’m sorry.
But it didn’t work out.
It’s like some kind of trick.
My face is red.
“I’m sorry, Miss Meng.” He said, “I’m offended. I don’t need to think about it now. I’m sorry.
“We, together.”
When I was together, I found out that my temper wasn’t a problem with time.
Because he doesn’t care.
Whatever I say, happy or angry, he’s always in front of me like he’s never gonna lose his temper.
Even when he broke up tonight, he helped me pack my bags and even kindly reminded me:
“You have a sanitary towel in my car. Take it if you need it. I’m sorry.
I moved, biting my teeth, and I said, “No, leave it to your new girlfriend. I’m sorry.
Two.
On the night of the break-up, I moved out of the house with my best friend.
“You’ve been staying at Tsukishi’s lately. I’m sorry.
I put the box in, and I said, “I broke up. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
I wiped my eyes and I had the urge to cry:
‘Cause he doesn’t like me at all. I’m just the right guy for him. I’m sorry.
The fourth month of love, when Queen offered to visit my house.
He’s got a lot of gifts, a lot of good words, a lot of courtesy, and my parents are happy with the son-in-law.
And then, the wedding was on the schedule, and we started working on the wedding room.
He gave me a high level of intimacy, and I sent my favorite big gold bracelet on my birthday, and even offered to give me half of the share of the wedding.
It’s just, he doesn’t seem to love me that much.
“Every time there was a contradiction, there was no fight. He always looked so cold, like I was making a scene. I’m sorry.
I’ve been messing around with Stardelle dolls.
“What’s wrong with me trying to paint the wall as ink green? What’s wrong with putting feathers in the living room? I’m sorry.
“Is he always right and unquestioned? I’m sorry.
The good ones knew my temper, and I let it out for a while, and asked me, “Did your parents know? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know… I’m sorry.
In fact, I am speaking out, but I have a hard feeling.
‘Cause I really like the times.
The days after and before the break-up have changed more than ever.
I dress up pretty on purpose, eat on the business street, shoot myself.
“The mood has changed a lot lately.” I’m sorry.
It’s not like we’re doing anything.
In fact, he didn’t used to brush the circle of friends, but every time I went to him, I used to take his phone and give me a compliment on the recent movement.
618 years ago, I bought good things together in order to make it easy.
It turns out there’s a dozen of the men’s tea she bought for her boyfriend.
And when I paid, I accidentally used the intimacy that I had before.
At 1:00 in the morning, the man who never stayed up late sent the first message after the breakup: I’m sorry.
Next second, my phone rings.
“New boyfriend.” I’m sorry.
My heart was shaking and I found myself more fond of him than I thought.
But still dead ducks say, “Yeah, it’s better than you. I’m sorry.
In the quiet night, he said calmly and slowly, “Look at the size, it doesn’t look like much.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been waiting for two seconds and suddenly I’m like, “When you’re sick! I’m sorry.
“Do you buy your boyfriend with sick money? He asks in cold blood.
“…”
I had nothing to say, I hung up and turned the money around.
But calm down, I suddenly started to miss him.
If we haven’t broken up yet, it’s a night like this, and the time will surely be patient in blowing my wet hair.
When it’s almost dry, put down the wind dryer and move dry and warm hands in from the edge of the sleeping dress.
When he kissed, he took off his glasses and had long eyelashes slit my eyelids, like some kind of dial.
Not only is he handsome, but he’s also gifted in other ways.
Being in love with him is actually a biological and material double.
But I found out I bought something from another man and called in the middle of the night.
Is it proof that the time is at least over me?
Thinking about it, I’m excited.
When I got up the next day, I had to drive to the N-Teacher, wait for him in the shade outside the school building.
The bell was ringing, and shortly afterwards the computer bag came out.
He’s so tall, he’s so straight, he’s got a Ziram tree.
The crowd doesn’t seem to notice me.
I took a step forward and was about to call him.
Suddenly, a woman in a long skirt came out and waved at him and laughed:
“Teacher, lunchtime. I’m sorry.
3
And she came up to the moment and smiled, and she said, “Well, I don’t have classes in the afternoon. I’m sorry.
I’m all stupid.
What are you doing?
When I was so sure I had a new boyfriend, was it because he hooked up with someone soon after he broke up?
I took two steps forward and happened to hear the faint voice:
“I’m sorry, Mr. Shaw. I’m going to the furniture town this afternoon. The wedding room is being renovated. I’m sorry.
The woman smiled, and she was like, “I’m not in a hurry to fix it, and you’ve broken up.”
I can’t hear it anymore. I can’t hear it. I can’t hear it. I’m sorry.
He looked at me, looked at me, didn’t talk.
“Do you know who I am? I’m sorry.
“I know. He nodded his head, and then he said, “ex-girlfriend.” I’m sorry.
I’m so angry I’m going to smoke, and the teacher next to me is smiling and he’s reaching out to me:
“Hello, my name is Zilong. I’m a teacher at the same school. I’m sorry.
I looked at that white hand for two seconds, reaching out in silence and touching her.
I took my hand back and kept looking at the time: “I have something for you. I’m sorry.
It’s clear what’s in it, and it’s fun and smiles and says:
“Well, then I’ll go first. I’ll ask you out next time. I’m sorry.
Demonstrations, which are definitely demonstrations.
I gnawed my teeth and looked at the steps in front of me: “Get down. I’m sorry.
He was already half taller than me, so I looked up to him, and I looked down on him.
It’s not even the same look.
I began to question him, “Who is this? I’m sorry.
“A colleague. I’m sorry.
“Just a colleague? I’m sorry.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it.
“Miss Meng, what is your position to ask me this? I’m sorry.
Then he turned away from me, and passed me and went back.
I was so weak, I grabbed his sleeve and whispered, “I didn’t find a new one.” I’m sorry.
He stopped at the pace, and then a moment later turned around and said, “Mong-sight heart, you…”
While we were talking, several students came out of the back door and said hello to the Queen of Time, and couldn’t help but look this way in curiosity.
He stung his lips, bandaged the line, and suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist: “Let’s go, what’s the word?” I’m sorry.
The four-tier BMW, painted in silver and blue, remained unsealed for over a month.
The roof of the car fell on my star-dee-loop and smelled of light mint.
I was sick, I couldn’t stand the smell in the car, and I came back with a couple of car scents, and finally finalized it.
He didn’t love me, but at least he did.
“What is the matter with you?” I’m sorry.
I was sore and sweet, sucking my nose, and I made an excuse for myself:
“I was in a hurry to move out that night, and something landed at your house. I’m going to go get it. I’m sorry.
It’s been a while.
“That’s why?” he said, “What is it? I’ll pack it up and send it to you. I don’t want strangers in my house.” I’m sorry.
The word “stranger” pierced the ear membrane, and my head was buzzing, and I was so embarrassed to come up and push the door without thinking.
A warm and warm strung my wrist and then pulled back, and I fell back on the co-driver.
“Strap your seatbelt, I’ll take you back to get it. I’m sorry.
He said start the car.
I bit on my lips and looked at things that were moving backwards out of the window, and somehow thought of the first time I went to my house.
4
It was the second half of the month we were in love, and I ran out with two bottles of wine and ran to N, looking for him, just in time to get home from class.
“Shall we have dinner?”
I said yes, and then he ran away from three hotels, all overcrowded and lined up for an hour.
In the face of this situation, even the usual calm moments seem a little bit hopeless.
He was down for two seconds, and he looked up and asked me:
“I’m actually good at cooking. Want to come to my house? I’m sorry.
That night, for the first time I tasted the wonderful cooking.
And he made four dishes and got drunk.
I sat on the sofa while I was cleaning up the kitchen, and I thought about it without purpose, suddenly thinking about what I had discussed.
She said, “You know what? In fact, handsome guys may not be good. I’m sorry.
I look at the back of the kitchen, my shoulders wide and narrow, my legs long, my head down and my plate, and the line on the side of my face looks like shit.
What a lovely handsome man.
I was suddenly full of fear.
When I took a bath, I calculated it very well, and my feet slipped and fell by the tub, making a huge noise.
Soon, the bathroom door was pushed open, and in the fog, I saw a blurry face, magnified in front of me.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s okay, it just slipped. I’m sorry.
Then his kiss fell on my lips in order.
Thermal fog is gradually dispersing, and it is becoming more and more dense in the bulging water flow.
In my hurried breath, he paused, stood up, removed his glasses and began to remove his wristwatch.
When I looked at him, I looked at him and looked at me.
“Take it easy. I’m sorry.
He put his removed watch on the table next to it, and he came up and kissed me slowly and rationally. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
In short, rumours are not credible.
When you’re in peace, it’s like two people.
After that, I ran to his house more and more with my marrow.
Then he just stayed with him and moved his stuff.
And then we started working on the wedding room, and one day it was late at night.
When the car was parked in the corner of the parking lot, I lowered my head and unzipped my seatbelt, and then I hit him on the lips.
I had a chill, he stopped kissing and turned off the car’s air conditioning —
I don’t know.
“Get off. “The voice of the moment is ringing, and I remember it.
After that, I started to get hot.
“Times…”
I just said two words, and the phone was ringing.
I saw at first glance the name of the caller that showed the note: Zip.
The vibrancy brought by those memories was cut off in this instant, like cold water pouring over my head and staring at my normal side.
But he didn’t even look at me, and he reached out and put it on speakerphone and answered the phone.
There’s a soft sound over there: “Do you think you can go back to school with your ex-girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
My lungs are going to explode, and I turn around and ask her, “What is it? I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s the last project at the college. They’re here this afternoon. The dean knew we were close. He asked me to contact you. I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
I hung up on the phone and threw the key at me. I’m sorry.
She said it was a good relationship. He didn’t say anything?
I blinked, I was angry, I felt like my tears were falling, but I insisted on asking him:
“When will you be back?” Do you want me to wait for you for dinner tonight? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. You take your things and go back. I’m sorry.
I strangled my heart and whispered, “I’ll go first with you…”
Meng mirror heart. I’m sorry.
“Did you forget that we had broken up? I’m sorry.
5
I stood in the sun on the evening of summer, looking at the faraway car of the time.
While the wind blows in, and the warmth that is not faded, it cools down my heart’s already high.
“Do you remember that we broke up? I’m sorry.
And after that, the twilight paused, and the sound came down softly, with a little bit of hope.
“Get out of the car. I gotta get back to school. I’m sorry.
As he was in love with me, he was always stable and sober.
But it is against us that we suffer loss and loss.
The longer it takes, the more irritated I want him to lose his mind for me, at least to prove that he cares about me.
But no matter how angry I am, I’m looking at it.
And it was not until I was tired and sat by and sulked, that he asked, “Is it over?” I’m sorry.
I went into the elevator with frustration and went to the house to pack two of the untaken hammocks.
And before they went, their eyes ran away, and suddenly they were set on the locks.
There’s a lipstick on the table.
Looks like it’s been opened.
I was standing there staring at the lipstick.
We broke up, and it was over.
Bringing the others back is normal.
That being said, when I returned to my house in a state of disillusionment, I was surprised.
“My heart, why are your eyes so red?” I’m sorry.
I covered my eyes with tears and sat on the couch and said, “The time has come to find a new girlfriend, and I have taken her home.” I’m sorry.
“So soon? Didn’t you break up last month? I’m sorry.
“It’s also normal for him to find a new job after breaking up with me at his age of 30. I’m sorry.
I spat my lips, and I spit a sarcasm: “I can’t keep people from getting married and having children. I’m sorry.
Who in this world must be?
That night, I sent a message to Quqi, “The key is under the mat at your door.” I’m sorry.
Then he simply deleted him.
I’m just editing the draft over there, and for the next week, I’m not looking for an out-of-date, and I’m doing it with all my heart.
On the afternoon of the submission, the editor told me that she was leaving soon and would take me a new editor.
I didn’t think this new editor would be my college boyfriend, Ken.
And I greeted him politely after the letters, and he sent a wood dog with his face: “Do you not know me?” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
I’m so confused, “Do I know you?” I’m sorry.
“You’ve written me 18 times in your book, you’ve killed me 11 times, and you don’t recognize me? I’m sorry.
I was like, “I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m sorry.
“Bingo. I’m sorry.
When I recognized him, it seemed like he was happy.
“I’ll be in charge of your editing later. I’m sorry.
And I said, “Wait for a moment. I’m sorry.
I’m actually free.
I just don’t want to see him.
Pussy is the kind of guy with the brightest family, or the school basketball team.
Even when we’ve been in love for two years, every now and then a girl will have the guts to tell him.
He refused, but not completely.
So much so that he didn’t feel like he was completely unfriendly to himself, and he kissed with a game of serious adventure.
I broke up with him, of course I didn’t agree, and for months, the young master lost his patience:
“It was she who kissed me in a game, and I pushed her away in the first place. I’m sorry.
“She kisses you and you don’t know to run away? Why don’t you stay in the dorm in the middle of the night and go to the bar with the girls who love you? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “No, never. I’m sorry.
It’s like, “Okay! Meng-sight, you better not regret it. I’m sorry.
And then we graduate, and there’s no contact.
Six.
I’m remembering the past, and the phone suddenly rings.
And then, there’s the sound of the moment, “Mong’s Heart.” I’m sorry.
And We returned unto Him, and they were thrust down, and they were drawn from the bottom of their hearts.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
I responded, I didn’t talk, I quieted down on the phone and could only hear each other breathing.
And a moment later, the time came when he said again: “Did you come to my house that day and take away your things?” I’m sorry.
“Take away. I’m sorry.
“You probably didn’t notice that you left something with me. I’ll send it to you tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I frowned on my head, and I didn’t remember my luggage. I’m sorry.
“Your lipstick. I’m sorry.
I remembered the lipstick on the door, and the fire followed.
“No need. I see you’re an old man who’s mistaken, and that’s not my lipstick. I’m sorry.
After that, I simply hung up the phone.
I tried to hack his phone, but I couldn’t help it.
I was whispering in my heart that I had no bones and left my cell phone for the bath.
As a result, the next day, when he woke up at noon and came downstairs for dinner, he found the car parked downstairs.
And he stood in front of the car, staring at me.
“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
And he covered his lips, “Your things.”
I said it wasn’t mine! I’m sorry.
My emotions just burst.
“You didn’t hear me last night, did you? I’m sorry.
“That’s true. How could you listen when you were a professor? I’m sorry.
“You don’t even listen to me when we’re in love, let alone now that we’re broken up! I’m sorry.
“If you come to me, why don’t you just remember who the woman brought home these days and find out who it is! I’m sorry.
After that, I stopped looking at him and turned around and left.
Then he grabbed my wrist and whispered, “I didn’t.” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t bring the women home. I’m sorry.
I didn’t want to listen to him. I tried to pull my hands back, and it just got tighter.
Then drag me into some unspeakable memory.
And in the dark light of the car, he held my wrist so tightly that he went to my place of love, and he said to me, “Mong’s heart.” I’m sorry.
I actually like to call me by name and name, especially at those times.
More than a baby’s wife or something like that, but with some serious sense of seriousness.
I thought for a moment that he really liked me.
When I returned to my heart and my stomach and my heart, I threw away his hand, and I said:
Don’t touch me, I’m dirty!
I looked at him and said:
“It was I who came to your school that day, and you embarrassed me in front of others, and I deserve it.” I’m sorry.
“But now I’m sober and I’ve decided to be a qualified predecessor. I’m sorry.
“You pretend to be anything you like, to eat with whoever you like, to bring home whoever you like, and to leave me alone!” I’m sorry.
We cried out this great saying, but at the end of the last two words, a blemish was cast in the unstoppable land.
Because I really like him.
I don’t want myself to go too far, turn around and walk away before the tears fall.
Time has not come after me, and I cried and walked into Kentucky and ate a whole bucket alone.
When you were in love before, because you didn’t like this junk food, and I rarely touched it, you know, and you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know what, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know,
Stop! What’s the matter with you?
In order to distract me, I just opened a new book when I got home, two of them being updated and so busy.
In the meantime, I have not been contacted by the time, but the words have begun to unswervingly write to me.
I remain indifferent and will not answer anything but work.
That afternoon, he sent another message asking if I wanted to see an interview.
When I was about to pierce his intention not to drink, he suddenly said:
“There’s a video company watching this book you’re writing, and I want to talk to you about copyright-related things in person, and follow-up drama. I’m sorry.
7
I promised Ken we’d have dinner at a nearby restaurant on Friday night and talk about video rights.
On the day of the meeting, I dressed up so well that I wanted him to know how well I had been since the break-up.
And then I met, and I said, “Well, I’ve had a bad year. I’m sorry.
“Your family is broke.” So you came to be a novel editor? I’m sorry.
“It’s not like bankruptcy, it’s just my dad kicked him out of the house because he wouldn’t get married. I’m sorry.
He started to sigh.
I asked myself, “Why don’t you get married?” I’m sorry.
“It’s because there’s someone you like. I’m sorry.
And he looked into my eyes and suddenly there was light.
“I haven’t been in love since we broke up. I’m sorry.
And I slit my lips and said, “But I don’t like you anymore. I’m sorry.
“After we broke up, I had two more relationships, although it didn’t go so well. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to think about the time, but I’ve changed the subject. I’m sorry.
Fortunately, the issue of copyright was not an excuse for me to make it up, so I ended up talking to him for more than two hours about the cost of the copyright, the adaptation limits and the follow-up.
I wanted to pay, but I was stopped by the words:
“I won’t be able to afford a meal. You can buy me dinner when the contract is signed. I’m sorry.
“…okay. I’m sorry.
After paying, I walked out of the box with Ken.
The yellow light in the corridor came down, and I saw in this cloud the two people who were moving in front, and suddenly the blood was frozen.
Two steps away, it appears that the time frame was drunk, leaned against the wall and slightly down the head.
And by his side, with his glasses in his hand, his lips were almost on his face, and his voice was soft:
“You can’t drive when you drink like this. My house is nearby. Why don’t you come to my house tonight? I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but I couldn’t even sound.
It’s one thing to guess when you see lipstick, another thing to see with your own eyes.
“Why are you crying?” I’m sorry.
It’s a bit of panic in the tone.
He’s not very loud, but because he’s too close, the two people there are still sideways, looking this way.
The eye turned on the eye, and suddenly the intoxication of the eye was scattered.
He took his glasses from his hand and took a step to my side, whispering, “The Meng-ray heart.” I’m sorry.
Qui’s words immediately took a step forward and stood in front of me: “What is wrong with you? I’m sorry.
“Who are you?” I’m sorry.
“I’m an ex-boyfriend. What do you want? I’m sorry.
“Well, I’m also her ex-boyfriend.” I’m sorry.
Triton looked back at me.
I’ve dryed my tears and said, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.
When the road’s out of time, it floats away from him with a light drink.
I took a look at the side of my subconscious, and she looked down on me and looked at me with certainty and even smiled at me with confidence.
“What are you laughing at? * I’m suddenly saying * I’m sorry.
It’s a little slow.
I don’t give a shit about these two guys and I’m going to go behind the line.
As soon as we got to the front of the block, we saw the time when the street light was standing.
And he stood there, even if he was drunk, and did not touch the Zeran tree, but it was as though he had dragged a flower from high ground to the earth.
I don’t know if it’s my fault, but the look in the eyes of the moment seems a little sad.
Meng mirror heart. I’m sorry.
I pulled out my phone and asked him, “You’re drunk and driving.” I’m sorry.
“Drive. I’m sorry.
“Then take a cab back. I’m sorry.
I cut off the alarm. Put the phone away.
“If you don’t feel safe, call Mr. Shuu to pick you up. I think you two are quite a match. I’m sorry.
He didn’t pay attention to me, he blew his lips, and suddenly he said:
“We were just in a box, talking about a patented project with outside companies, because Mr. Shao was involved. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but say with the sarcasm:
What’s your name? You’ve reached the point where you can live in each other’s homes. I’m sorry.
Meng mirror heart…
“Yo, I can’t afford to call you that, but I suggest you keep calling me my ex-girlfriend.”
When I was half eccentric, I walked two struts forward, rounded my waist and carried me into his arms.
It’s a familiar twirl, mixed with a light drink, that wraps me all over.
I should have pushed him away at once, but the moment when my hand fell on his shoulder, suddenly a few things were born.
It’s useless!
I spit on myself.
Meng mirror heart…
His lips were in my ear, and the voice of the twilight sands came into my ear from a very close distance, and with the warmth of the air began to burst. I’m sorry.
8
The same thing, it’s not like you didn’t do it.
Then We broke up with him, even though he almost fell down on his knees with red eyes, and those who were full of school knew that I had not been distracted.
But at this moment, I can’t help but be held in my arms.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to think of the lipstick, of the hyena that was just moving with him, and then to get out of his arms.
“You said it yourself. We broke up, remember? I’m sorry.
“I forgot. I’m sorry.
It’s a scoundrel.
I couldn’t help but laugh: “It’s nothing, you forget, I remember.” I’m sorry.
“and the fact that you’re bringing people home, it’s no good to argue. I saw the lipstick. – You forgot yourself. I’m sorry.
It’s just a moment away.
I don’t care about him anymore. I turned around.
In the following days, I forced myself to stop thinking about everything related to time and to start writing in the light of the subsequent developments that had been negotiated that night with Kik.
I had a nap, I was sweating, and when I got up, I took a shower, and I just took out the blower and the doorbell was ringing.
I thought it was good, and I went to open the door in my hammock.
The result is time.
He was wearing the simplest white shirt and suit pants, and he had a tight tie and looked like he had just come down from some important meeting.
Now it’s not like he was drunk the other night, and he’s back on his feet.
“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
His eyes were on my sleeping dress and on my dripping hair, and he looked in silence: “Who do you think you are? I’m sorry.
“…”
I picked my eyebrow and was so mad at him, “Oh, my ex-boyfriend, didn’t you see him that day? I’m sorry.
Instead of talking, he stepped into the door and carried the door behind him.
“Professor Times, breaking into a house is bad for your reputation. I’m sorry.
I looked at him cold on the back of the couch.
I’m just not hearing my sarcasm:
“You said lipstick the other day, I checked it out. Two days before you came to me, my mother came to me because of our marriage. She left her lipstick, and in a few days she picked it up herself. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Go ahead and make up.” I’m sorry.
“I told my mom to call you? I’m sorry.
It’s time to say that I actually took my cell phone and prepared it for dialling, and I jumped and took it from him.
However, without notice, the whole body fell into the arms, and the loose and broken strap went straight down from the shoulder and hung on the arms.
And when we stood firm, We looked down, and immediately we took the straps and returned to their places, but the cheeks and ears were reded and hot.
The hair was still dripping down, some dripping on the sleeves of the time shirt, and that little piece of fabric was immediately translucent.
I decided to take a step back, and I went on with it in a very calm fashion:
“Why did you come to me when it was really your lipstick? I’m sorry.
The timegown took a lipstick out of the pocket and delivered it to me.
“It’s not mine. I’m sorry.
“I know, I bought it. I’m sorry.
He said, “I was just trying to find an excuse to see you. I’m sorry.
That’s in my ear, I even fainted for a second.
Because even when you’re in love, you never talk to me like that.
A moment later, I reacted to the anger and grief that had tumbled in my heart, as if it had gone away.
“…know. I’m sorry.
“Can we not break up?” I’m sorry.
Ha ha ha ha ha you have today!
I’m laughing at my heart, and it’s like, “Well, let me think about it. I’m sorry.
After that, I turned around and walked two steps, and I was strangled in the back, and I took it back.
And he held me from behind, and his chin came to my shoulder, and he whispered, “I will blow your hair first.” I’m sorry.
Once again, I’ve flashed the scenes of the rolls, and it’s like I’ve been set on fire.
Time to take me to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror.
His long fingers pierced in my hair, and the warm wind of the blower rolled down from my ear.
The loud wind suddenly stopped.
Hot kisses fell on my lips.
When I held my wrist, I took my hand to his neck and stopped, and whispered, “Help me untie my tie.” I’m sorry.
I never dreamed this tie was for me.
“Come on, are you here for a long time? I’m sorry.
At the end of the day, he kissed my shiver eyelashes and his voice was dumb: “Mong’s mirror heart, the wisher takes the hook.” I’m sorry.
9
I’m back together.
“What do you think? I’m sorry.
I put the last mango in my mouth:
“No way, I really like him. As long as he explains the misunderstanding and tells me a little bit of love, I can’t say no. I’m sorry.
“What if something happened before it happened again? I’m sorry.
We looked at the wall and said, “So let me listen to him.” I’m sorry.
Since I was a kid, even my parents can’t beat me. I’ve always been a princess.
It was probably the first time she saw me lose.
I’m sorry.
“If you think about it, I won’t. But do you have any idea what the relationship is between the twilight and the twilight? I’m sorry.
“I haven’t asked. I’m sorry.
I said, “I’m going to go to their school in two days. I’m sorry.
I was in a hurry for three days, and I finally found a free morning and drove to Big.
Sometimes in the mornings, computer principles.
I deliberately changed my lively and simple white T shorts, and then I went into the classroom and sat behind me, and I listened to the talk.
Even at this distance, when the time is turned around, he can see a beautiful line underneath.
He’s so pretty.
It’s nice too.
I don’t understand a word.
Watching the lessons through to the last section, opening a page of the PPT at a time, then lightening it:
“No more roll calls today. Take two random answers. I’m sorry.
A circle of people around me is sitting on their knees.
And then I saw the eyes of the eyes of the students who had swept through the classroom until it was fixed on my face.
And he picked his frown, and suddenly there was a bad feeling in my heart.
And indeed, the next second, the voice of the time was ringing: “A girl with a pair of ponytails in the third last row of the left, answer the question.” I’m sorry.
I stood up, and I looked at him, and I said, “I’m sorry, but I won’t.” I’m sorry.
“What’s your name? I’m sorry.
Meng mirror heart. I’m sorry.
“Sit down.” I’m sorry.
Then someone else came up and answered.
The guy sitting next to me came up and asked me, “What class are you from? I’m sorry.
And I said, “Oh, I’m not big because I’m in love with a teacher, so I came to skip classes. I’m sorry.
In the shocking eyes of male university students, the bell rings.
I went all the way out of the school building and went in the direction of the college office.
At last, when there were fewer people around him, he pursued him, standing by his shoulder: “You did it on purpose.” I’m sorry.
When you look at me on the side of your mouth, you look at me like you’re in a good mood. I’m sorry.
“Get up and answer the questions! I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk, he held my hand.
My old face is red.
And then I saw a table in the office, sitting there.
She saw me, and suddenly she looked like, “How did you bring your ex to the office? I’m sorry.
“Not ex-girlfriend, family.” I’m sorry.
The time had come to correct him in a light, and then to pull out his chair:
“You sit here for a while, I’ll go to the lab and we’ll be home later. I’m sorry.
And as soon as he had left, I stood up and stood before her and looked down at her.
“What, you’re disappointed to see us back together? I’m sorry.
She looked me in the eye:
“What if you get back together, and you’re so childish and talented, and sooner or later you’ll get another score.” His brother soon understood that he needed a mature and steady partner, not a young girl who would be angry at any moment. I’m sorry.
“You’re not talking about yourself, are you? I’m sorry.
I was exaggerating, and I said, “Miss Shaw, I’d advise you to take a look in the mirror, and that’s a little ugly. I’m sorry.
Look at me calmly:
“Really? Then guess how I know you broke up and how do you know you’re an expert? And the other day at the restaurant, if he didn’t like what I said, he’d have broken my face, wouldn’t he? I’m sorry.
10
The most vulnerable part of my heart has been punctured by her words.
I didn’t talk much when I came back.
He didn’t start the car right away, but he asked me, “Is it bad?” I’m sorry.
“Why do you call me Brother? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stand it or decided to ask him.
“When we were studying and reading, we were always in a lab, and she was only one year younger than me. She then stayed in school together and occasionally called me his brother, just by the name of the lab. I’m sorry.
“How did she know I broke up with you and said I had a bad temper? I’m sorry.
“She told you that?” I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
He’s nervous:
“When we broke up, one day my mom called and said that your little girl had a temper, and she let me give you more. I’m sorry.
And I took it, and I said, “I see. I’m sorry.
Actually, what I’d like to ask is, why don’t you cut her off when she’s in the restaurant and she wants to take you home while you’re drunk?
But I didn’t ask.
The world of adults is a complex one, they are brothers and sisters of the same faculty, and now they are teachers of the same college, and there is still cooperation on the project.
If I mention it, it’s likely that there will be another fight and a scene, but the end result will not change.
Still, forget it.
I decided to be a mature and steady girlfriend.
As long as I don’t want to provoke you again, I’ll pretend she doesn’t exist.
I went home for dinner and took a nap.
I don’t know if it’s too tired to wake up in the evening.
I’ve just got my blouse on and I’ve got the sound of a whirlwind in the back: “Are you hungry? I’m sorry.
“I’m going home. I’m sorry.
My phone rang.
It’s chic.
I wonder if he’s drunk, his voice is dumb, and he’s a bit of a drunk, “I miss you so much.” I’m sorry.
In the quiet room, his voice was clearly transmitted out.
I can feel the air behind me, even if I don’t look back.
“Sweet up, we’ll break up…”
I’ve been trying to figure out, “Five years. I’m sorry.
“But I’ve been waiting for you for five years because of a misunderstanding. I was so young, I couldn’t turn my head down, and I found so many excuses…”
He said that the voice was going down.
There are loud voices and music.
I held his cell phone tight and was trying to persuade him to say two words, and suddenly a hand came out of the way, between my waist and my whole body.
When the sky was spinning, I was unconscious, and my mobile phone fell on a soft bed, and people were lying in their arms, and their legs were spread out.
The hand was still in my waist, with a tummy squeezing, and the other hand picked up the phone that I fell off and opened:
“Hello, Mr. Ki, I’m very sorry for what happened to you, but that doesn’t mean you can disturb Meng’s heart with personal matters outside of working hours. I’m sorry.
And suddenly, there was a crack and a crack at the phone, and the sound of the words was cooled down: “You are the time.” An ex-boyfriend?
“Cure it, it’s the current boyfriend. I’m sorry.
After that, the phone was hung up, the phone was thrown to the side and the head looked down at me.
There was no light in the room, only the sunset outside the window, which had not yet been completely sank, and the light of the street light lit by the stars came in and opened a dark obscurity in his eyes.
“Do you think my face is big from this point of view?” I’m sorry.
“No, I won’t. I’m sorry.
He grabbed my wrists, slowly pressed it on my pillow, and then the whole man turned up, “No big face. I’m sorry.
I’m two seconds late to understand what he’s saying. I feel like I’m about to steam.
And it’s not my fault not to know.
It always feels like the moment is not the same as always.
Then, after he came again in a hurry, I groaned and suddenly realized, “As teacher, are you jealous? I’m sorry.
The time has come to pause and reach for my eyes.
“If you want to play a role, wait for the next time, I’m afraid you can’t stand it. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
That’s it. I’ve been living a long, hard time.
The difference is that I didn’t move into the house with my luggage, as I had before, but I only occasionally went to sleep one night.
Most of the time, I’m still living in a nice and co-leased house.
Time to ask me why not move over.
And We turned away from him, looking at me, and made his speech vague:
“The new book talks about video rights, and I have to finish it as soon as possible. I’m sorry.
“You write the same with me. I’m sorry.
“It’s different. I’m sorry.
He asked patiently, “How is it different?” I’m sorry.
“I’m afraid that when you’re home, I can’t help but try. I’m sorry.
I looked at my eyes for a few moments, and my lips tweaked, and then I came to kiss me, and said, “Then I can only look forward to it.” I’m sorry.
So he didn’t force me.
I didn’t ask any more about the wedding room.
I had the heart to avoid everything that used to be so noisy, and I had no tempers at him, trying to be mature.
“It’s not possible that you can’t even have your emotions because you like him.” I’m sorry.
“No, I just don’t want to fight. I’m sorry.
I bit the milk straw and I looked out of the air.
“It’s hard to control my temper when it’s just a fight. But it’s not possible to do this because of the nature of the man on time, so it’s also causing trouble. I’m sorry.
It’s a strange expression:
“If you thought that about Kiyoshi, maybe you wouldn’t be separated from him, and you wouldn’t even know him. I’m sorry.
Speaking of words, it seemed like the words of the day had hit him hard, and then he came to me again and asked:
“Why are all ex-boyfriends? I can’t. He can? He didn’t talk to that woman! I’m sorry.
“He’s not like you. I’m sorry.
“What’s different?” I’m sorry.
Perhaps I was too young to suffer.
Or maybe it was my preference at the time, not deep enough.
But in either way, it’s hurt to talk.
So I ended with a euphemism: “No need to ask, it’s all in the past. We have to move on. I’m sorry.
He was silent on the phone for a long time and finally laughed: “You’ve really changed your mind.” I’m sorry.
The phone was hung up.
Since then, I have said nothing but work.
One hand swayed in front of me and gave me a chance.
I look across the street and I say, “I really like the times now, but if one day I don’t like him…”
I’m not going to say it again.
The air at the store circled the top, and then covered it up, after I finished my last fries on the plate, and I picked up my phone and called the timer.
“Are you there?”
And at the end of the phone, his breath was a little hurried, and he recovered, as usual: “Come forth at the gate.” I’m sorry.
I thought it was the heat, not the other way around.
It’s summer vacation, and the store is full of kids.
And We passed through the crowd, and when we found it, We stood at the door, and looked at me with great attention.
After eating and sending her back, I wanted to follow her out of the car, but I was held by my wrist and pulled back into the car.
So he turned over his head, laughing: “Why can’t I leave?” I’m sorry.
The light shone in front of the eyes, and the kisses of the twilight fell short.
He’s always been a good kisser, except for me.
In the end, I was kissed and panting, and my fingers were softening on his skirt.
He wiped the tears out of my eyes and looked at my eyes very close:
“At the end of the project, next week, I’m going to A City, probably three days or so. I’m sorry.
With who?
I woke up, but I didn’t ask for an exit. I just noded my head. I’m sorry.
“… and together with Zen, she is a member of the project team responsible for the development of some of the core technologies. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think he’d come forward and explain, but I did.
“All right, you go. I’m sorry.
So We threw it away,
“You are brothers and sisters, and you are a college teacher, and it’s normal to work together. I’m about to finish my new book and I need to follow up with the editor.”
I’m not finished. I’m in my arms.
And his lips were set on my ears, and the warm breath was out and circled.
I thought he was going to say something, but the last thing I said was, “Do you want to stay with me tonight?” I’m sorry.
“No, I have business tomorrow. I’m sorry.
It’s nothing.
I’m just so tired that I don’t want to argue with him about this, so I need to be alone, to regulate.
I finally got out of the car and I looked at it, and I was sitting alone in the yard.
The cell phone shook, and I picked it up and it was a new friend application.
“Business cooperation. I’m sorry.
The head looks like a flower sea with a small, fresh nickname.
I waited for two minutes after the adoption, and I did not see her send a message, and I didn’t think it was easy for me to put the phone away and throw it in the bag.
– Wrong.
There’s no way we’re here Saturday night.
The ghost in my head makes a terrible thought flash, and then it expands.
I took out my cell phone, retweeted the chat box with the guy, into the transfer function…
♪ Lian. ♪
Huh.
12
The next morning, I sent a message to Quqi, asking if he had time to go to the archery house.
Didn’t you say something was wrong?
I said, “Let’s change time, so we’re free today. I’m sorry.
It was quiet over there for a moment, seemed to be checking the schedule, and finally:
“I have some work to do in the morning. I’ll pick you up for dinner at noon and go to the archery in the afternoon. I’m sorry.
I went out with him all day and took a lot of pictures.
On the way back, I was driving, and I sat on the side wheel, and I sent out a nine-mong circle of friends with the words “I love having you summer.” I’m sorry.
I knew it had just been sent out, and I saw that it was a great point, and it was cancelled in a few minutes.
But just calm down and think about it. I don’t think it’s funny.
When the red light came on, the stomped on the brakes and turned around and looked at me, “What’s wrong with the mood?” I’m sorry.
I looked up and I smiled: “No. I’m sorry.
It’s time to look down and don’t talk.
It seems he was the one who refused to communicate before.
And after a breakup, someone who was afraid to communicate because he was afraid of losing him, became me.
I realized that it was bad, but when I was hysterical before, and the time was just looking at it, I felt embarrassed and had to run away.
Second week, time to travel to A City.
And my new book, it’s finally the big end.
That night, when I updated the last chapter, I opened the letter, and I drew a circle of friends.
It’s with a small number.
In the video, she leaned on the bed, smiled, and then turned into a camera, which was a human shadow shaking in the bathroom with the sound of water.
And the shirt and tie on the back of the chair look familiar.
My brain was banging, and I almost stopped thinking.
React, I used my shivering fingers to dial the timeline.
One, two.
The phone’s on the line. There’s the sound of Zing. I’m sorry.
She speaks with certainty.
“You put the timer on the phone. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, my brother is in the shower, but it may not be convenient. I’m sorry.
I got so angry, “Are you?”
“What are you doing in my room?” I’m sorry.
Cold, no temperature.
I suddenly found out that it’s actually nice to talk to me.
Brother…
“I’ve already told you, after this project, I’m going to apply for transfer to the college experiment, even if our relationship ends. I’m sorry.
Stepping closer, “Get dressed, get out. I’m sorry.
“Big brother, I can’t believe you can’t see my heart from reading to now. Didn’t you wait for me until you were 30? I’m sorry.
The sound of Zilong has a bit of crying.
“What makes you think we’re the best match for what you’re doing?” I’m sorry.
“My personal business is none of your business, get out. I’m sorry.
The phone was hung up.
I’m staring at the black screen of my cell phone, and my heart is sour, I don’t know what it feels like.
It seems as if this has been a long-standing uncertainty, and at this moment it has finally been possible to look at the moment.
I wish he could make me say he likes me and clearly loves me, even once.
But as you said, when I first met you, I was so proud, so angry, why did you promise to be with me?
I called again when I was still in the middle of a panic.
“I’m on my way to the airport, Mirror, you wait for me at home. I’m sorry.
His voice is undisguised, “The project on the A side of the city is over. I want to talk to you. I’m sorry.
“Times…”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
He suddenly said.
13
It’s already midnight at my house.
I’m alone in the house.
He held me as soon as the door opened, and the body of his servants was holding on to me in a warm air of summer and night.
“You don’t have to apologize to me. I just heard it on the phone.
When I was not finished, I was softly interrupted: “You may be leaving me soon, right? I’m sorry.
“Why do you think that? I’m sorry.
“When I came to you on that day, I heard what you and Tsing said. I’m sorry.
I was so excited about the memory of that afternoon.
“After all, I’m really fond of the time, but if one day I don’t like him…”
Hold on to my arm, “I’m not doing well enough, I’ll change it, but – Don’t run away from me, don’t leave me. I’m sorry.
His voice was a little bit dumb, probably because the light was dark, or the night was dark, and the first time I saw it, I saw his emotions unreserved.
So I took the courage to ask him, “Do you love me? I’m sorry.
“Love. I’m sorry.
He answered without hesitation.
“…but when we’ve been together for so long, you vote against me once and for all, as if I didn’t even deserve to fight with you. I’m sorry.
The worst scene was when I smashed a line of glass in front of the moment.
He just looked at the pieces and looked up at me, “Is it cool? I’m sorry.
I’m thinking about the past, and I’m thinking about the heart.
“I’ve always wanted you to have a fight with me, or even a word or two, at least to make me feel like you like me, and I can make you feel better. I’m sorry.
“But none. I’m sorry.
“Sorry, it’s my fault. I’m sorry.
It’s like the fog.
My heart’s full of tears.
It’s always been the case. I can’t get mad at him if he can talk to me a little bit.
I held his waist and whispered:
“But why do you like me? In fact, when I first met, I was not very gentle. I’m sorry.
It took me a while to say, “I’ve loved you for a long time.” I introduced you to my friend. I’m sorry.
I was standing there.
“You don’t remember, two winters ago, in a skiing field on the outskirts of the city, you had a fight with a man who was drunk and was deliberately on the little girl. I’m sorry.
His words dragged me into that memory, and suddenly I reacted: “You are the brother of the stretch!” I’m sorry.
Because of the physical differences, I was in the wind, and if not for a big brother, I’d be slightly injured.
# And the time #
“Well, it’s me. I remember the man who said that a girl was so angry that she couldn’t get married. I’m sorry.
Help! How can you even hear that?
My face is so red, I’m still making it up, “I’m usually gentle…”
“I know. I’m sorry.
You know a ghost.
“After that, I dreamt of you many times, and then I saw a picture in a friend’s photo album, knowing you were high school alumni, so ask him to introduce me. I’m sorry.
“You’ve fallen in love with me for so long! I’m sorry.
I cried out, I thought about the scene when I first met, and I felt wrong.
“But the other day I asked if you wanted to be in love with me, you said you should think about it! I’m sorry.
“That’s because I want more than just to fall in love with you and to have a longer future. I’m sorry.
It’s time for me to be serious.
“I’ll be careful before I do anything to make sure nothing happens, but as soon as you get up and go, I’ll panic. I’m sorry.
“As soon as I grabbed your wrist, I decided to marry you. I’m sorry.
14
Later, I was told that, on the last night of A, he had asked for a card from the front desk and had come to his room in a real-slept dress.
“I wanted to break up with her when the project was over and talk to you about the problems we’ve been dealing with in recent months, and I didn’t think she’d go with a trumpet to add your friend. I’m sorry.
And it seemed a little desperate, “When I got back from A City that day, I told her everything. I’m sorry.
And I grunted in his arms: “How can she love you for many years and think that you’re the one who made it up?” I’m sorry.
“That’s what she thinks. I’m sorry.
“I don’t care, I’m not happy anymore. You gotta be kidding me. I’m sorry.
“Let’s play with me, not like a cat!” I’m sorry.
“How?”
Say something nice or kiss me or…
My voice is coming down, humming at some point, breathing fast, “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
And he said with a proper saying: ‘I am convulsing you. I’m sorry.
“Damn, how do I feel when you say you’re lying to me about not being in love?
I breathed softly and tried to escape, and I was dragged back with my back around and down with my delicate kiss.
“No lies. I’m sorry.
“It’s just a dream. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Towards the end of the summer, video copyright finally succeeded in signing the contract.
It’s a special contact with me: “I’m leaving, and the new editor will be with you tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
“Not edited?”
“Well, it was meant to meet you, and I wanted to leave, but I thought I’d help you settle the copyright business and leave again. I’m sorry.
So he smiled, turned around and waved at me, and he said, “Let’s go, go home and inherit the billions.” I’m sorry.
I think it’s the last time I’ve seen Ki-won, if it’s not an accident.
I moved back to the house soon after.
“The room is still for you, and you come back after a fight.” I’m sorry.
And I covered her with a smile: “Beautiful, you are my mother’s family.” I’m sorry.
“Put it down, you’re in love. I’m sorry.
Having said that, I, as well as I am, have sought the balance between honesty and harmony in living together.
I’m not in the mood anymore, and I’m trying to say something nice to appease me, even though it’s still gruesome.
For most of the time, he would still choose to use his actions to trick me.
I’m very well-used.
When he went to school that day, his mother came to visit.
“The heart, I’ve heard the word, you two are back together. The kid’s not very good. You should be more careful. I’m sorry.
When auntie hesitated, whispered,
“I divorced his father when he was little. At first, I went out to fight for my career, and his father followed him, but his father was drunk, he grabbed him and yelled at him, and he was not allowed to rebut it. I’m sorry.
“A year later, I got a phone call from the neighbor and came back to pick him up, but I almost couldn’t hear it in one ear. I’m sorry.
“The more his ears were cured, the more his personality changed and the more he was in the mood before him, the more he looked. The doctor said it was a self-protection mechanism. I’m sorry.
“But when he came home that day, you didn’t know how happy I was to be in love with you. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, aunties cry over eyelashes.
And We stood on the couch, and suddenly there came to our hearts an endless pain.
When the eyes were shed in tears, it was as if I had seen when I was a child, and I stood in shock in front of a drunken man, facing his face for no reason.
After my aunt left, I went out and bought a bunch of food at the supermarket and made dinner for her.
He tasted it and put down chopsticks without a sound: “Well done, don’t be so hard, I’ll do it next time.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think he was doing it right, so I caught a chopstick.
“It’s good, it’s bad. I’m sorry.
“Why are you suddenly thinking of cooking me?” I’m sorry.
“The aunt came during the day and said something about what happened when you were a kid. I’m sorry.
I reached out and held his hand silently, “I’m sorry, timeless, I didn’t know. I’m sorry.
“What is there to apologize for? I’m sorry.
It’s time to laugh.
“You know, that day at the skis, a drunk man, you stopped him and I envy the little girl you protected. I’m sorry.
That’s why he likes me because of that, and probably because it reminds him of himself as a child.
I have endured the bitterness of my heart.
“If I met you when I was a kid, I’d be in front of you, fighting your father. I’m sorry.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry.
The time came, kissed on my lips, whispered, “It’s too late to meet now. I’m sorry.
A few days later, he drove me to the wedding room where I hadn’t been for a long time.
I opened the door, and I saw the sofa wall painted in ink, the television wall, the window of the whole glass, the feather lamp of the living room ceiling, the arch door hole I wanted to make, the sea blue shower brick and the painting of the seaport hanging in the living room…
Every one of them, it’s done as I wanted.
I looked at it, and I turned back and hit into my arms.
He whispered, “Take you to the sea.” I’m sorry.
The golden light of the sunset came in from the landing window, just as it appeared on that painting of the twilight seaport, reflecting the radiant light.
I’m going to take that diamond ring off the corner of the frame.
And the sound of the time was ringing in my ears, and with a little care: Shall we get married?
In the few seconds of my silence, his hands fell on my shoulder, stifling, clearly in the face of great tension.
He really loves me.
At last I turned my lips and handed my hand and the ring to him: “Okay. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
