My husband is in love with me.
I’m out of marriage, Super.
Basically, after my best friend’s introduction, I decided it was him.
When I was on a blind date, I brought my family book and the prenup.
The other party had the same intention, and the agreement and the account book were drawn from the table.
Swap, all satisfied.
The parties agree to maintain economic, work and life independence upon marriage, without interference or prejudice.
In short, marriage.
He then went straight to the Civil Administration to obtain the certificate.
But this marriage lasted six months.
One.
My husband’s name is Sage, and his name is ancient, and he’s a man’s head and his eyes and nose.
Match me, just in time.
He’s two years younger than me, and he’s been reading a few more books than I have, and he’s just graduated a year and worked at a major Internet factory.
I’m happy with his résumé, high IQ, good communication, and 996, less.
The only thing is, my best friend Xiao Xiao, our presenter, said that this man hasn’t been in love since he was a kid.
That’s ridiculous.
Isn’t he gay?
I don’t know, but let me be sure that this guy isn’t the kind of guy that fucks around, but I’m just gonna get married and respect someone else’s love.
I thought so, too.
A clause was added to the prenuptial agreement: do not take anyone home, if needed, outside.
And when he got his marriage certificate, he was kind enough to say, “The boy is out there, be safe. I’m sorry.
“You girls too.” I’m sorry.
But in a few days, I came home from work and saw him with a woman.
The moment I opened the door, my food fell off the floor.
I’d like to go if I’m embarrassed.
But this is my fucking house.
Yes, I decided to stay together for a while, forced by the parents’ obscenity, after the testimony was given to me.
He just graduated two years ago, and he couldn’t afford a house, so he moved in first.
Of course, monthly rents are paid at market prices.
So at this point, it’s obvious that these dogs and men should get out of here.
I was standing at the door and coughed, and I watched with my arms and arms, and I held them together on the couch.
The woman stood up in an awkward position and covered her clothes and hair behind my back.
It’s not embarrassing, it’s not embarrassing. I’m sorry.
My face is sore — he usually calls me Miss Shen.
As long as the client is not embarrassed, the awkward is me.
I clean my throat, I want to talk.
The woman opened her mouth, and her voice was beautiful. I’m sorry.
And I’m not going to go back to the scenery.
Shit.
Green tea.
The scenery came over and held my shoulder, “Mr. Wang, let me introduce you. This is my lover, Shen Sing. I’m sorry.
The manager smiled and said to me, “I love you! You never said you were married. I’m sorry.
I looked in the eye, and it wasn’t very nice, “What, are we going to hang the marriage license around my neck every day? I’m sorry.
And he looked up at the scene, and he looked at him with a warning — using me as a target?
I didn’t expect this guy to climb.
He kissed me in the head.
Put my head on his shoulder before I get back.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wang, but I’d like to invite you to dinner and introduce you to the evidence I got from Sweet Kong. I’m sorry.
I stomped him with my elbow, biting his teeth and picking up the voice.
“So, Wang’s manager, don’t jump during the epidemic. What are you gonna do with my family virus? I’m sorry.
Watching her face get red and her Diène 999 gets more and more.
And I smiled, and I held my back, and I squeezed my throat. I’m sorry.
Don’t say that. It’s a thin waist.
Door bang close.
I’m gonna give you a high five.
I was a bad ghost, and I put out my hand and hit him, but I was holding my arm very cold and waiting for him to explain.
And I scold myself, but–
He smiled so well, why does he always have a cold face?
“You haven’t brought my food in yet. I’m sorry.
Two.
The scenery came with the dishes.
At last I succeeded in waking myself up and beginning to be eccentric.
“How come you can’t be so green in front of me as if I’m a good cook. I’m sorry.
I picked up the Green Oil Fund. Oh, no, lettuce.
It’s like that’s what’s happening.
“Sorry, Miss Shen, that was our team manager who came with me to get the material. She said it was too cold to follow. I’m sorry.
Look at the lettuce in my hand, “Not greening you.” I don’t like her. I’m sorry.
I didn’t ask if you liked her. We were married. Why do you have to explain so much?
Besides, I don’t know about you. You don’t like women.
But I’m in a much better mood, noding, “What’s not green, I don’t care about ha ha ha ha ha, we don’t have anything to do with this, right? But she’s dirty of my land, and this week’s sanitation you do. I’m sorry.
There’s gotta be something.
“Okay. I’m sorry to offend you, but I’ll take care of my health this month. I’m sorry.
Nice.
I’m glad.
Prepare to take a step back and restore the image that was too violent, and ask me, “Will you work late?” I’m sorry.
“It’s too late to go. I’m sorry.
Finish the scenery and look at me.
At this point, it seems like there’s about a second sentence.
I looked at the food in my hand.
I should’ve said something. Let’s eat.
“Then go eat. That’s my line, and it’s embarrassing to explain, “I’m a bad cook, I don’t leave you. I’m sorry.
I’ve heard the first part of the story.
I didn’t think I’d make it up in the second half. I’m sorry.
I threw my food out of good and good and gave it to the C-place of the kitchen stage.
To say that, although I have been certified and live together, I had basically zero communication with the scenery.
With the exception of their own general background, where they have concluded friendly meetings with the parents of the other party, there has been little serious talk.
Today is the first time that so much has been said.
If I can’t do it, I’ll just stand next to the dishwasher and watch it run and cook better than my mom.
Don’t say it. Boy looks good to cook.
“All right, Miss Shen, don’t wash your food. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do.
Seeing me rubbing my eyebrow, handing me a spoon.
“What’s this spoon for? I’m sorry.
“Miss Shen is waiting. Taste your food. I’m sorry.
“No way. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“Don’t call me Miss Shen. It’s actually sweet, it’s nice.
“Okay, Sweet.”
Emmm, too.
I can’t really wait to eat in Babadi, standing in front of the kitchen, with a set of places… to teach young people in society some valuable life experience.
“Don’t be fooled by the fact that you’re the manager of the King, I tell you, you’re the weirdest little girl in the world. I’m sorry.
“I’m not a little meat, I’m 25.” I’m sorry.
“25, isn’t that when you’re strong? Those weird-looking girls at work, that’s what they see in you. I’m sorry.
“And that’s what you see? “The scenery looked up and laughed and asked me.
“I?”
I’m not a weirdo at work.
But I don’t have that secular desire.
“We’re getting married, different. I’m sorry.
I’m talking, I’m laughing, and I obviously don’t believe it, and I’m just going to do it, “You don’t like girls. I’m sorry.
The scenery of an earthquake in the pupil’s head, he didn’t know if he had been stabbed in the heart and cut his hand.
Blood was red on the board.
“Why are you so careless? “I held his hand and washed it under the water.
Run for the medical box.
3
“If you don’t like girls, you don’t like them. It’s so common now. I’m sorry.
I hit an ugly butterfly with a gauze.
And look up and look at me in the face.
I see. I’m sure I’m ashamed.
I shot him on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’ll respect all love. I’m sorry.
“Sun Sing, your girlfriend told you I don’t like women? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “How can I say that? I’m a reasonable guess. I’m sorry.
“Where did it come from?”
“Jiao says you’ve never been in love since you were so old, I can think for no other reason. I’m sorry.
“No, it’s not! I’m sorry.
Don’t look down on me.
“That’s because I have an appointment with someone else. I’m sorry.
What?
What do you mean, he’s a straight guy?
And I’m three?
Don’t fuck with me!
I just want to get married in peace!
I took his face.
When I asked, I was three. I was so angry at the table.
It turns out he’s got a kid who’s been separated for years.
Qingmei was his old neighbor, the older sister in the yard.
When I was little, I was sick, and I was often bullied by the children in the yard.
The sister-in-law covered him up, was wounded and beaten back.
The children were beaten on the floor by her, and she was only able to talk to them in the face, saying that they were ashamed of themselves.
I don’t think so. Big sister has the courage to put the scene in her arms and announce to the whole yard that she’s contracted it.
He’ll marry him when he’s 24.
I’m done calling Dior.
“I’ll go, this strange girl. Why didn’t she marry you? Really, so handsome to marry me.
“She moved a year later, and when she left, she said she’d come to me. I waited so many years and she didn’t come. I’m sorry.
“So you waited for her to marry herself when she was 24, and then she was 25? I’m sorry.
So I’m… the Crewman? An honest man?
I couldn’t help but look at the green vegetables in the kitchen.
She looked at the distant moon outside the window, “Maybe she forgot about me.” I’m sorry.
She can, but I can’t.
“No, let’s get divorced. I’m sorry.
Look me in the eye and ask questions.
I knocked on his head, “Do you still have a doubt? Bastard! You should wait for her I’m sorry.
“I, I, this is just waiting for her. Our agreement, life doesn’t interfere. I’m sorry.
Oh, yeah, we don’t touch each other.
“But no, you’re married. What if she really comes to you? I’m sorry.
“We’re not married? The agreement also states that a marriage contract may be dissolved and a divorce may be granted at the request of either party, without prejudice to the interests of the other party. I’m sorry.
Oh, yeah. Divorce is a minute.
“Didn’t we just get married because we didn’t want to get married, but instead we did it because our parents kept pushing? I’m sorry.
Yeah, it’s a marriage.
But why does it feel like you’re in your throat, like you’re in your back, like a needle?
And there’s the awkwardness of “I’m the clown.”
I looked at the innocent face of the scenery and spat my mouth.
But what am I to deny?
We’ll have to put our hands back to the house.
Close the door and jump into the bed. I’m upset.
After a while, the scenery closed my door, “Sing Xiao…Sing Sing? Dinner’s ready. Come out and eat. I’m sorry.
My heart’s still burning, “No, I’m ready to sleep. I’m sorry.
There’s nothing to say.
I’m stunned, and I sit up.
Why won’t he persuade? What if I eat? Unfaithful.
But in retrospect, yes, we’re married, we don’t know each other.
Don’t think too much. I’ll be honest with you.
But it never occurred to me that the essence of humanity was true.
Today I was thinking about getting a divorce from Kingstown.
The next day, I started to figure out what to do with him.
4
The next morning I woke up in a fragrance.
I wonder if it’s because I didn’t eat last night and I’m starving now.
Why else is there a hot breakfast on my desk?
I’ve always had a cup of coffee for breakfast, and it’s soluble, and then I’ll carry my bag away.
The head is not turned around yet. The scene came out of the kitchen, with a soy milk machine in one hand and a cup in one hand.
Like a conch.
I saw his ugly bow. I was guilty. Why did I let the wounded cook?
Pick up the cup in his hand.
“You didn’t eat last night. Eat more today. I’m sorry.
I’ll have a soy sauce, a fried egg and a plate of oil in front of me.
As soon as I get warm, I’ve been out for years, I haven’t had a good meal.
This is a rare one today.
The only pity is I’m late.
Just sit down, and the scenery comes up with soy milk and a toast.
“I thought about it all night yesterday, and I thought you might be angry. I’m sorry.
Huh? You can see someone else’s anger?
“We got married in a hurry, we didn’t communicate enough. I know you’re in pain, but we’re in the past. I’m sorry.
I don’t know. And why are you explaining this to me?
It’s half-baked, “I’ll keep our promise, and don’t worry, I have no feelings for you. We had a good time together! I’m sorry.
I’m so happy with my face.
If I can’t hold back my previous questions, I can’t hold back now.
“What do you mean I don’t have a feeling?” I don’t like that.
I’m on the road to marriage because I don’t believe in marriage, in love, and I feel like a scum.
But not me! The men who chased me will be able to reach the end of the universe.
I wouldn’t ask if he was gay.
Don’t I have a secular desire?
Who are you looking down on?
I’m laughing, it’s up, it’s up.
Pick up the soybean, touch the scenery, and the little thumb stabbing him.
“What if I feel for you? I’m sorry.
I’ve got the scenery rolling around in my throat, with my eyes running away, and I’ve been drinking all the soy milk.
“Eat first, chopsticks will be ready when I get off work. * Leave a word and run away with it *
Looking at his back, I swung my hair with grace and slowly drank soybean with my thumb.
A three-step plan has been drawn up.
I’ll give you a sense soon.
Who let you honk early in the morning and say I’m not attractive.
I lost my full-time award this month because of you.
5
There is an unattainable moon in the heart of the scenery, a child of seven or eight years of age, but it is pure and clean, and cannot be rushed against such people.
We’ll have a little fire, we’ll have to cook.
He must first fade away from the light of the moon — well, it was 20 years ago.
So the first step in my strategy was to invade his life.
Early in the morning, after the bathroom, I put up his toothpaste.
When he gets in, he bites his teeth and comes out. Why are you shampooing my toothbrush! I’m sorry.
I thought it was made of toothpaste.
Breakfast, I’ll pack everything, and I’ll wash his hands and make him soy.
But I didn’t think there was much more to be learned about cooking soybean sour, and it’d be diarrhea food poisoning if it wasn’t ready.
It’s my fault he drank two bowls.
In the afternoon, he asked carefully what he wanted to eat at night.
I said: Let’s eat dinner together! What shall I eat?
Marriage partner: Stop it, it’s too much trouble. It’s late.
I’m: Huh? I was going to order some fish crawfish firecracker.
Married partner: Lobster, spicy, 8:00.
Dinner went well, and even a bottle of wine was opened.
Swinging red glasses, with spicy lobster, drunk.
I’m laughing in my heart.
Next step, I’m gonna…
It’s like, “Do you want a divorce or not want me?” I’m sorry.
Why do you say that? “I want you. I’m trying so hard. I’m sorry.
“No, no, you lied to me.” I’m sorry.
“Sing Sing, you’ve been trying to bully me all this time. First, you’ve given me a toothbrush to wash my face, then you’ve poisoned my food, and now you think it’s all right. I should go. I’m sorry.
IQ is different. It’s a smooth, logical logic.
But not right.
“Of course not, I’m… I actually like you. “I laughed and picked up his chin.
Like me?
Then he took his breast in panic.
“No, no, no! I’m waiting for sweet sister. I can’t like you and you can’t like me. I’m sorry.
Wait for sweet sister?
I look on my face and I’m stunned and stupid, and the drunk are different, not only because of the old cold, but also because he’s a bit of a jerk.
The red lips are also stained with wine, slightly spread, innocent and tempting.
I’ve lost a string in my heart.
Why don’t we go straight to step three?
I’m going to say something tonight!
Son of a bitch, the beauty of the day, who’s not a scum anymore.
“Your sweet sister is here! I’m sorry.
I came over, put the scenery in the couch, a little closer, and kissed his lips.
The teeth were gnawed in a tight and tight manner, and the tongue looked deep inside.
The scenery looked up in the eye and held its breath.
– It’s been holding it all the time.
Breathe in! Yes! Exhale! I’m sorry.
A good kiss, and finally it’s a little comfort class.
It’s all right. It’s all right.
Leave me bored to pour cold water in the living room.
But it wasn’t nothing.
When I leaned on the scenery, it became clear that his body was excited.
As we all know, the body is always the most honest.
This little brother seems to have taken only a small step, but it shows that I’ve made a big step!
I licked my lips, and the progress strip was 99.99%.
It’s a last shot.
But I didn’t think it was the face.
That last shot, even with 99.99 per cent of progress, was still a little short.
Six.
When I got a text from the insurance company for my birthday, I remembered it was another annual sad day.
But this year, I’ve changed my mind, not as tired as I used to be, and I’m looking forward to it.
The last time we were drunk, our relationship was a little delicate.
He took the initiative to pack housework and breakfast and moved so well, but without saying anything, every time he saw me, he looked away, and then secretly had red ears.
Isn’t that what you want?
I smiled, I didn’t crack, and I waited for his last blow.
Men, they change, they love each other, they promise to stay behind.
Today is the best time.
I came home with a little cake and a little movie.
Even though I’ve been working more hours, I’m not too much of a cook, and I’ve been hangin’ around for half a day, and when I get home, open the door is a table.
I don’t want to admit it, but someone left me a light for a table at home, which does make me feel a little homey.
But what happened today?
Working late?
It’s easy to die!
I’m calling.
Hello? “The sound of the scenery is a bit dilated, and I hear it in my heart.
“We’re not done yet? Why are you working late? I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. I made dinner in the morning. In the fridge, you can eat. I’m sorry.
“Nothing. I’ll wait for you. What time are you home? I’m sorry.
I’m not coming back tonight. I’m going back home. I’m sorry.
Who is she?
I felt a little blood rush.
“You, you found her?”
I heard clearly the tremors in my voice.
The phone over there a little sighs.
“No, I come back every year on her birthday, thinking I might meet her, of course not. I’m sorry.
I’m relieved I didn’t find it.
But I’m not happy.
It’s the ritual sense of people and moonlight.
Even if we don’t find it, the moonlight is in his heart.
Even if it was obvious that he had been forgotten by the other party, he would have been able to read in his heart, running back every year for his birthday.
That’s silly.
And even more so, his moonlight is the same day I was born, and I look like rice.
What a curse.
I think I’m getting agitated.
I can’t believe I can’t beat a 7-8-year-old doll who fights.
Huh.
Cake in the trash.
“I know. Come back tomorrow. Let’s go get a divorce. I’m sorry.
I hung up after that and threw it away.
I can’t help but laugh.
I’m bored. What have I been doing for over a month?
Because of the desire to win?
Because you don’t believe there’s a man in this world?
Or because of…?
“All right, Shen-Sang, you lost, you lost. I laughed at myself.
“The deep lover of the scenery is true, and he’s a real piece of shit. “I brought out a big box full of boxes in the fridge.
But the worst part is…
The opening of a preservation box and the rush to make dinner early in the morning, even if it was in the fridge for a day, still seemed to be an appetite.
I couldn’t help but sighing at him, and he was really good…
Shen-sang, you’ve fallen in love with a man you married to. * I’m making a smile. *
I’m tired of laughing, and I’ve put the food in the trash.
It’s time to stop the damage.
I don’t want to wash, just shut down.
There’s no problem that can’t be solved by sleeping.
Damn it.
At 3:00 in the morning, the scenery came back.
And tap my door.
7
“Why divorce? “The view is red in its eyes and asks me.
Asked me a question. I forgot to wake up.
“You finally said on the phone? You’re going to divorce me tomorrow? “The scenery gripped my shoulder and looked like the house collapsed.
I didn’t have a drink on me. I looked at him like he was drunk.
And I’m the one who’s keeping this room alone.
Still yelling at me?
I don’t care about him. I’m gonna close the door.
He softened his voice and said, “Well, why divorce? I’m sorry.
Is that good?
I don’t see any green grass on my head.
And your moon shines on me like sheep and sheep.
But I opened my mouth and didn’t mean to talk.
The eyes of those before them were red, as though they had cried, and they were tired of driving at night.
I can’t help but feel sorry for him.
I was wrapped in a pyjamas, and I pulled the scenery into the living room and pressed into the couch.
He sat in front of him with a stool.
“Why divorce? Our agreement provides for the possibility of a divorce at any time without prejudice to each other’s interests. I’m sorry.
“No, it didn’t hurt, but it’s so right for us to get divorced.” I’m sorry.
“Appropriate? “I laughed.
“I’m the one who can’t see, let alone be told, that there’s a white moon in your heart, and I may lose and rekindle, and I don’t want to take the place of the people around you, like mosquito blood, and I should be in a state of panic.” I’m sorry.
“It’s all over, she should have forgotten me.” I’m sorry.
“And one more thing, I’m too proud to be treated like a woman, and I thought you didn’t like women, but now I can’t take it … Forget it. I’m sorry.
The scenery sounds light, “I don’t despise you. I’m sorry.
When I went to the moonlight, I was told what “the past” and “not the way it was” and it seemed that the idea was to keep the marriage alive.
Isn’t it just a piece of shit?
I stomped on my legs, and I said, “But I’m sorry we didn’t communicate before. I’m sorry.
The scenery frowns, stretches out its hand and pulls my sleeve, and it scares me.
“I don’t want your money, but is there no moon in you?” It’s a little angry in the voice.
“None. I’m sorry.
I leaned on him.
Better than who? Or did you just make a mistake that everyone would make?
I don’t believe it. I’m sorry.
I’m just saying, “I’m married because I don’t believe in marriage, in love, in men. I’m sorry.
It’s all written in your face, “You’re obviously a wounded person. I’m sorry.
“It’s a long story, but we’re getting divorced. There’s nothing to say. I’m sorry.
I stand up and I say, “Marriage must be divorced. You can leave the money. Let’s go back to the house, get a marriage certificate, get a divorce now! I’m sorry.
8
I stood in the living room with my family’s identity card and marriage card.
Hands are empty and faces empty.
I’m a little sniveled, “What’s up, it’s time to cry about marriage and love? You just got back from the moonlight and you don’t want a divorce so soon? I’m sorry.
I looked at it with a cool look, “We’ll have to wait till dawn, big night, where’s the Civil Administration?” I’m sorry.
That’s true.
I left my papers on the table. “We’ll get a divorce when it’s light. We’ll be over sooner. I’m sorry.
“What about the parents? I’m sorry.
I’m worried too. I’m so anxious to get married, my mother’s upset.
If she knew, she’d have to get her back out.
“Let’s find someone else to marry, and we’ll talk to the parents when we find them. I’m sorry.
“Why should this be?” How fitting we are. I’m sorry.
It does, and it does.
After all, it looks like we’re a good couple, and it’s harder to find a good couple than a married one.
But the question of principle cannot be broken.
“It’s all right. Let’s all work harder. You find someone who can live with three. I’m going to say something.
I’ve been looking at you, and I’ve been watching you for a long time. “Sing Sing, Xiao Xiao said you wanted to marry because of that. I’m sorry.
“Where’s what? What’s what?”
“You’re not pregnant. “The scenery was red and touched the nose.
Get out of here!
“I’m healthy, I’m not pregnant! I almost blew up.
“So I can reasonably assume that you’ve been hurt in your feelings, in your heart and in your body. @Ambassah: #Jan25
That means I’ve had an abortion before and I can’t have it now?
God damn rational guess.
I kind of know how unreasonable a reasonable assumption is.
“I’m not infertile. “I’m suffocating in my chest, and I’m embarrassed to shout, and I want to scratch the wall.
“It’s a long story, then I’ll be brief. Because when I was a little girl, my dad cheated, my mom cried all day, my childhood memories were just two of them, and then even if I was divorced, my mom was like my sister-in-law, so I don’t trust marriage and men. I’m sorry.
“Just for my family, how can I be made by a man? “I bit my teeth.”
I’m very angry and I’m so comfortable with my back, “Good, don’t be angry. I’ve heard Xiao Xiao’s words before, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m suffocating.
In that case, I have to apologize for guessing that they were gay.
But wait a minute.
“What are you doing? “Do you touch me like this? I’m sorry.
The sleeve accidentally cleaned down the accountbook on the table.
I’m asking you a little bit about the scenery, and I need to get my head down and get it for me. “I didn’t do this to anyone. I just thought you seemed familiar. I’m sorry.
“Huh? “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what I’m talking about.
“What’s up? Is there an ID photo on the account book? I’m sorry.
I don’t know what his name is. I’m in a hurry to get it.
The scenery protected my account book in the chest, with a surprising look, look at me, look at the account book.
“You, sweet me…”
“You” for half a day, this man suddenly went crazy and laughed.
Open your arms and hold me tight. “Sweet! It’s really you!
“What?” I couldn’t breathe.
9
I’m trying to get the scenery out of my head.
This man is still smiling at my account, drunk, but he’s glowing.
“You used to be Lin-Sang, right? You’re from B.C. Area D Roadforest House, right? I’m sorry.
You just read my ID number.
I took the account book, looked it up. When did the account book even write the address?
I’ve finally found you! I told you you tied me a bow and looked ugly and familiar! I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
Lin-Sang!
Get out of here!
When the light flashed, I breathed, I covered my mouth, and I said, “Is that you, that, that, that, little pussy? I’m sorry.
Calm down on the scene.
It’s my turn to dance.
“Oh, my God, I don’t remember what you look like, but I didn’t know you were such a good-looking doll. I’m sorry.
It’s been a long time since the memory of me as Sweet Lin.
Even a past I deliberately forgot.
Adults should have stood up the barrier to protect their children, but when I was a kid, it was thin and even stung.
Dad was drunk and cheating, and when he met his mother, he was angry and he even got emotional.
I’ve had a temper and a good hand since I was a kid, and I’ve been running around in the yard, fighting for my sister.
Then there was a kid in the yard, white and young, like a doll, who, unfortunately, was skinny and sick and didn’t talk.
The children’s world is so strong that only weird sisters like little dogs.
That’s why I started out with a hundred of them.
But then I found that the chick was strong in her bones, even though she was weak, and no matter how much others beat him, he bled and sweated without tears.
Even if you get beaten hard, you’ll be bragging at the skinned kids, even though it’s all about “you’re bad guys.”
It’s like my mother, and it’s never gonna be easy to talk about it, but it’s the injured one, no matter what.
This has succeeded in drawing my attention.
I started to protect him, and I announced to the whole yard that I had the man under my watch.
The kid was so good, he probably envied me, and since then he’s stuck to me, screaming behind my ass, “Lin-Swee-Swee-Swee-Swee-Swee.”
Of course I’m impatient, but every time I say no, I see his sad little face, and I can only sigh at him.
Then my parents divorced and my dad married her, and I followed my mom to the new city, changed my name, and started a new life.
And finally the clouds turned away, and the time was over, full of scolding and beating, and the sky was pouring into my normal life, but I didn’t know.
I can’t believe I left a relationship when I was a kid!
Twenty years of mind and soul.
It’s me!
The scenery, the image of the child who was always with me as a child, is a bit more lovely.
I couldn’t help but squeeze his little face.
The scenery frowns and removes my hand. “Lin-Son, you’ve forgotten me! I’m sorry.
10
The scum is me.
I smiled, “Everyone was young, and it was normal to forget things. I’m sorry.
“But I’ve been remembering you for 20 years, and you said you’d marry me, and you said you’d come back for me, and I remember. “The scenery is staring at me.
“Hey, how can a child be serious? I was just trying to comfort you. I’m sorry.
“So, in your heart, I’m a pussy? “It’s hard to see what’s happening.”
I’m sorry.
“Uh… I mean you look good! When you were a little girl, you were pretty and fragile. I always thought you were a little girl. I’m sorry.
I smiled at his face, “Why else would I want to marry you?” I’m sorry.
The scenery looks at me, the eyes are red.
“Let’s go get some rest if it’s okay. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? What do you mean, nothing’s going on?
“Or do you think I’m going to get a divorce? I can cooperate. I’m sorry.
“No, no, no. “I shrunk my neck, what a nice divorce.” I’m sorry.
Looked at me like I had no choice but to stop and go back to the bedroom.
I’m a little confused. I’m on top of it.
Back home, pick up the cell phone, it’s buzzing.
Dude, more than a dozen phone calls, more than 30 tweets, it’s all a story.
Since I hung up until 3:00 in the morning.
“Sing Sing, why divorce? I’m sorry.
“I think there may be some misunderstanding between us. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you mind if I start with that girl? I’m sorry.
“I came to say good-bye to her today and to say good-bye to all my years of obsession, and I will put her down. I’m sorry.
“Sing Sing, answer the phone and let’s talk. I’m sorry.
I look at this line of information, and it feels like I can’t breathe.
So, The Vision, he’s going to go to the moonlight and say goodbye?
You mean you’re going to put it down?
And after that?
Talk to me? About what?
I looked at the last one, and I showed the information that had been withdrawn, and I had to scratch my cheeks.
Eleven.
The Vision has been in the house for half an hour.
I knocked on his door.
“The scenery, the whisper, you said you wanted to talk to me. Come on, let’s talk. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t mean to break my promise, but I myself crossed the river and managed to forget it. I’m sorry.
“But don’t we get it now? So your moonlight is me, so I’m not three, so we don’t have to get divorced. I’m sorry.
“You’ve touched me so much that you’ve been able to remember everything since you were a kid. You’re not a loser. I was wrong. I’m sorry.
“You see, we’re young, and it’s better to live together, right? I’m sorry.
I don’t know if I’m touched or if I’m really bored.
“Sister Lin, do you still want to live with me? I’m sorry.
“Aon. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to. I’m sorry.
I helped, “Why don’t we live together and make a deal?”
The scenery interrupted my voice.
I looked at me, “If I were someone else, I could agree, I could partner, but you’re Lin-Sweet, and I can’t stand this life. I’m sorry.
I’m being watched, “Well, what do you want? I’m sorry.
“I want to be with you, get married, get married!” I’m sorry.
My brain was blank.
“Oh, well, I don’t think I’m fit for a real marriage. I’m sorry.
He tried to pull his hand back, but he died, and he dragged me to the living room, pushed me into the couch and put my pajamas in order.
Then pick up the stool and sit across from me.
It’s my turn to be silent.
“You don’t think you’re right to get married, you don’t believe in marriage, you don’t believe in love, you think men are scum. I’m sorry.
I nod my head like peck rice.
“Do you think I’m scum? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
It’s too personal to have waited 20 years for someone else’s heartless words when they were little.
“If I was a child, but now I’m 25, I know my feelings for you, not friendship, true love, so would you like to try to fall in love with me and try to believe in love? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
“Hmm? @Ambassah: I’m sorry.
I quickly nod again.
But I don’t know the answer.
The vision holds my hands and covers my arms. “I was angry, you know? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“But I am angry with myself. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t think that for more than 20 years, I thought I was waiting for you, but I didn’t even know what you were doing, even when you were covering me, and you were facing a difficult life, and I couldn’t help you at all, and I needed your protection. You called me a pussy. I’m sorry.
The scenery sneered.
I’m gonna shake my head, “You were so small. What can you do for me?” I’m sorry.
“So now that we’re all grown up, Lin-soo, will you give me a chance to protect you and let me help you out with all kinds of displeasure? I’m sorry.
12
I broke it.
I’m crying.
More worthy of his dog, full of prayer, and I nodded myself.
Even though I’m sorry I’m late, I’m sorry to say why I’m still a hero.
But it’s too late to get up, get up, get up and put me on the couch.
Red face down on my forehead next kiss.
I’ll try it while I’m breathing, and I’ll give myself a reason.
By the way, did you spend your birthday with someone else yesterday? I can’t. I’m jealous. I’ll go get a cake. I’m sorry.
The whole thing was a living thing, and I thought I’d figure it out. I’m sorry.
I’m embarrassed to point my chin at the trash can, “It’s all there. I’m sorry.
The scenery came over, frowning, and then the lips were covered with a smile.
“Did you get jealous last night? I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and I said, “You think, my birthday, my husband’s going to miss someone else? I’m sorry.
Though it was me who finally found out that I was jealous.
“I wanted to say goodbye yesterday. I’m sorry.
I squeezed his chin, “Yes, you sent me a letter about what you wanted to talk to me about.” I’m sorry.
It’s been half a day.
The retraction was a statement of the scenery.
In fact, the reason we chose to marry each other was to have a little bit of a crush on each other, except for the parents.
For the scenery, there’s still a touch of familiarity in this feeling.
With this period of time, and, of course, with my mastery of strategy, this sense of affection and familiarity continues to grow.
Especially when I haven’t developed bandages in 20 years, so he’s got his eyes full and he’s got his eyes open.
It was regrettable that the child had died without a disease and had decided to go to the ceremony to say goodbye.
I didn’t expect to say goodbye.
“It’s a surprise that we met when we were kids. I’m sorry.
“It’s a good understanding, too, that we’re the little ones. Xiao Jiao was your best friend when you were a kid, and she was my high school classmate, and we used to know each other. I’m sorry.
This unromantic, straight male inference turns me upside down.
“We are fate and fate! I’m sorry.
“Good and good, the best. I’m sorry.
But when it comes to Xiao Xiao, how dare I say I’m not pregnant?
She’s afraid I’m going to beat her up.
13
“What! You two are together! “Screamed and made everyone else look at it.”
I knocked on the table, and I said, “What’s wrong? Why can’t we be together? I’m sorry.
A little baby blinked at me, a face of worship, “I didn’t think you’d be too attractive to bend straight.” I’m sorry.
“Who says I’m gay?” I’m sorry.
“Yeah, who says my husband is gay? “I’m holding my arm.
“Isn’t it?” Little pupil earthquake.
“My husband can’t be straight anymore. I’m sorry.
“Yeah. @Ambassah: #Jan25
Xiao Xiao Jiao saw us on the same front and left our mouths: “Well, well, then you and your wife will be together to bully me. I’m sorry.
You’re the one who bullied us.
I don’t know what I’m talking about.
The other side made the scenes think I’m infertile.
“You don’t know if he’s straight or not, but we’re best friends, why are you telling the view that I’m infertile? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t mean to protect you, you don’t know, some married people are bad, and I’m trying to get the girl to give him a baby. I’m sorry.
“And thank you? I’m sorry.
“That’s not true!”
“You talk hard!”
I’m in the middle of a laugh.
The scenery shook its head and watched me laugh.
“That’s right, when you were eating, what happened? “Come home, I fell into the sofa.
The scenery came over and let me lie on his lap.
“I was thinking, we’re together now, but it’s like, there’s no sense of ritualism. I’m sorry.
That’s true.
Apart from Xiao Xiao, in the eyes of others, we have already been shown together.
Now we’re gonna jump out and say, “We’re just officially together, aren’t we sick?”
It is a painful feeling to have a great joy and no one can.
I nod my head, flipped over, covered my waist.
“What can we do to be ritualized? I want everyone to have fun for us. I’m sorry.
“Let’s just say we’re half-baked.”
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“Make a man.” I’m sorry.
Hiss — I looked up at him.
Though he was ashamed of his face and neck, he kept staring at me for a second.
“The young man is bold now. “I smiled.
“What do you think? “The scenery is rolling, and it is intensely swallowing water.
I sat up slowly, kissed a little bit on his throat, snuck out of my tongue and struck a circle.
“I feel good. I’m sorry.
