I’ve been imprisoned for years.
When I woke up, I found myself imprisoned.
He put a fine chain on my wrist and took away all my communication tools.
When I woke up, my dark eyes were staring at me, and my voice was heavy:
“From now on, you will live here, and you will not go out again. I’ve given up my job for you. I’ll give you three meals a day, and I’ll give you what you want.”
And the good things?
I knew there was no free lunch in the world, so I pressed the ecstasy in my heart and asked, “Why?” I’m sorry.
His long fingers fell on my shoulder shiver a little bit, and his eyes were a bit more painful: “I can’t tolerate other men talking to you like that, touching you, kissing you…”
I quickly caught the point: “Do you like me?” I’m sorry.
He shivered, stunned his eyes, noded his head.
When I hit the bed, my heart broke: “Why didn’t you say so? I’m sorry.
If I’d said so, I’d be an asshole.
One.
Before Kiyoko asked me to eat, and then he took the opportunity to get drunk and imprison me, I had the idea to quit my job one hundred and fifty-eight times.
There are no more difficult creatures in this world than the A.
There’s no way in the world that there’s anything less than a client.
Showing A to the program, changing the 37 editions, and then he said, “No, you can show me the second one, read it to me in conjunction with the seventh one. I’m sorry.
I wanted to put the notebook on his face.
I spent half a day trying to talk to my clients, and then he tried to kiss me in the face, and he said:
“Don’t pretend again. I can feel it in your eyes. You like me, right? Don’t worry, I’ll sign this list right after tonight.”
It’s over with me beating the client fat in the car.
Of course, the day after the beating, the supervisor took me to the hospital with the fruit and noded his head and apologized.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Sun, but I’m new to our company last year. She’s a little girl who doesn’t know anything.
I almost didn’t laugh when I looked in the head behind my supervisor’s face.
I was with Landing for a few years at the gym, and I was really strong, and I was driven to death by Sun last night.
At the moment, he had a bruised face, a bandage on his arm and a large swollen mouth, which looked particularly funny.
I would have laughed in front of the victim had the supervisor not stabbed me in time.
However, in the face of Sun’s toe-to-toe look, I can only apologize in silence: “I’m sorry, Mr. Sun, it’s my fault, I was impulsive…”
That’s when Kiyoko appeared.
He pushed the door of the room, went straight to Sun’s side, looked him in the eye, and started laughing. I think it’s more like a grandson. I’m sorry.
Kiyoko had a good look, and his eyebrow could only be described in a fine way, with a good figure with a long waist and legs, and now he’s wearing a nice suit with a pen on.
His eyes were so cold that I couldn’t help but beat him.
Sun was in a trance for two seconds, and he was like, “Who are you to talk to me like that?” I’m sorry.
He didn’t answer him, turned his head and said, “Come in and take care of people.” I’m sorry.
When the big brother, White Chikage, came in, his face was white, and his voice was shaking, “How did you get here?” I’m sorry.
It’s not like Kiriko. It’s a smile on her face.
“Sun Manager, I’m letting you take this project, so you can bid, not so you can defile our company. I’m sorry.
Sun’s manager shuddered with his fat, and he fell on his forehead and swooped and said, “I, I didn’t … she seduced me…”
Me?
Uncle, look at your fat. How can you say that?
Kiyoko’s eyes were even colder, and I looked at him looking at the fruit knife on the bedside cabinet and wondered if he might have stabbed Sun’s manager on the spot.
Of course, Sun’s manager didn’t die. He was just fired by the company’s first-largest shareholder, the son-in-law’s great master.
Moreover, Shiraito has temporarily taken over the position of project manager Sun and signed the list with our company.
Out of the door of the ward, the manager with the white view and the smiles went to talk about the contract, and it was only me and Ki-yan in the hallway.
The hospital hallways smell of strong disinfectant water, and I love it.
And I snort twice, and I looked up at him, and he looked at me, and he fell away, and even a little smiled on his lips.
So he asks with caution, “You’re not mad at him? I’m sorry.
He shakes his head and stretches his hand at the sound of my ear, and then puts it in his ear: “No more angry.” I’m sorry.
I broke his hand.
Kiyyan was gibberish and his eyes were darkened.
“Don’t touch it. I said, “It was too hard last night to go back to bed and wash your hair. I’m sorry.
The man’s eyes were then cloudy and changed more than the weather in Shanghai in April.
I was invited to dinner at night after half a month of cold war, and a famous, delicious barbecue on Nanjing East Road.
How can I not agree?
I had no idea, however, that the benefits of knowing the boss, besides not queuing and taking a drunk girl from his store, would not be suspected and then called the police.
Anyway, when I woke up, I was locked up here.
And this room is at least a lot bigger than the one I shared with in the four rooms.
The mattresses sitting underneath are soft and flexible, and are so comfortable many times more than the 58-dollar mattresses I’ve put together.
The room was also fragrance and quiet.
Unlike the house where I live, because the roommate next door is a game anchor, who often plays video games all night and smokes in the air, making my room smell like smoke. And the soundproofing was so bad that it was all night.
Sometimes when you go out to the bathroom in the middle of the night, you can see the little couple in the main bedroom kissing in the tub.
Thinking of this place, I’m almost sorely crying, stretching out my hand and holding her hand.
“You put me in this place to eat and wear and give me whatever you want. I’m sorry.
Kiyoko: ?
Two.
In fact, Kiyoko and I are not traditional teenagers.
The first time I knew him was when I was four and a half years old, he and I went to the same kindergarten and took my toys alive and alive.
At that time, he was thin and small, and he looked very malnourished and could not have been so bold.
So I put him on the floor and beat him up.
Kiriko is staring at a big, watery eye, crying like a snot and a pity.
But I was cold and heartless, and I pointed my finger at him and warned him: “Take something from me next time and take off your arm.” I’m sorry.
I learned that line from TV.
However, the television did not tell me that Kiriko, after being beaten and threatened by me, would bring sugar to me the next day and volunteered to be my successor.
I brought him with me for three full months, and for three months he followed me, and sent me many things, and did not let me suffer.
The prettiest little girl in the class wore a pink head flower, and he grabbed me.
The little fat guy at the table next door, he’s eating beef jerky in class, and he’s trying to get me to threaten the fat guy and get him to bring me a whole pack tomorrow.
I didn’t know he was setting me up, but I thought he was for my own good.
Three months later, I became a famous bully in kindergarten, and no one else would play with me except Kiyoko.
In front of the slides, everyone was happy to see me come and smile away, and I was alone in the cold wind.
I turned around and said, “Why don’t they like playing with me?” I’m sorry.
And he smiled to me in a gentle and innocent smile, saying, “O Zaqqum, because they are jealous of you, and you are too good.” You should show them something before they isolate you. I’m sorry.
I believed, and when the slowest child was ready to do it, the gardener came along with the parents who came to visit and said, “Stop! I’m sorry.
I didn’t even know it was the annual Open Tour Day of kindergarten, but Kiyoko remembered it.
He was only four years old and spent three months, patiently and little by little, knitting me a net and entangled me in it.
On that day, the tour was suspended, and the young friends of the kindergarten lined up in line to shed tears and to speak of my crimes in front of teachers and parents.
Every time one more person finishes, my mother’s face is black one point in the crowd and, by the second countdown, it’s as if she had painted a carbon pencil.
The last one, Kiyoko.
I looked at him with hope.
He took a look at me and looked at the teacher and my mother, “I’m the best friend of the wanker.” I’m sorry.
I’ve just taken my breath, and he’s crying, and he’s saying, “Just give me back my little toy cat, fur dog, adventure tiger team, Jell-O and Mall-O.”
That day, when my mother beat me up, my screams were in the neighborhood for half an hour and my ass was stuck on the bench for three days.
Moreover, after going to kindergarten the next day, I was fined 500 times to write my own name.
The name is difficult to write, and I hold a pencil and I cry while I write: “Why don’t I call myself Wang Yi?”
At this time, Kiyoko appeared.
He took a pencil from me and whispered, “I’ll copy for you.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him and said, “I don’t want your help, Sema Light Heart! I’m sorry.
“It’s Semacho. I’m sorry.
I was ashamed to remember the wrong lines, and I turned away.
In the sunset, the golden light comes out of the window, and it’s on me, and it’s warm, and it’s a lot less pain on my ass.
I fell asleep by the wall.
Until he woke me up and gave me the book, whispering, “I’m done. I’m sorry.
I made up with Kiyoko.
On Saturday he said he was taking me to a fun place, and then he drove me all the way to the most expensive villa in the suburbs.
I was shocked by the three-storey villa with gardens and fountains, and I almost thought I was dreaming when I came into the house and saw the beauty of the renovation.
And he dragged me to the face of a man whose eyes were cold, and said to him, “This is my best friend, and her name is Frightened.” I’m sorry.
That man’s eyes are on me, cold, and I don’t know why I’m creepy.
A woman who was very well-dressed came by and looked at me and laughed: “It seems as if we have really made friends this time, not to reassure our father and aunt of the lies. I’m sorry.
Her smile looked hypocritical, just like the villains in the TV show.
Although I was five years old at the time, it also became clear by name that Kiyoko and his family had a different relationship.
At night, Kiriko’s aunt had to leave me for dinner, but I came to the table and saw a whole roasted chicken, and my eyes were shining.
Kiriko took the initiative to take down the chicken leg and put it in my bowl: “Eat. I’m sorry.
“No rules.” I’m sorry.
And she said, “Well, it’s all children, it doesn’t matter if I don’t eat.”
Dad’s not moving. Keep staring at him.
Kiriko took his second chicken leg down and then put it in my bowl.
My dad got angry and pumped chopsticks out of his hand on Kiriko’s face.
After a very brief sound, there was a blood stain on Kiriko’s cheek, but he didn’t say a word, but his eyes fell down.
I don’t know where I got the courage to finish my chicken bones right now. He hit him in the face, then ran out with Kiriko’s hand, holding his bag on the couch.
It is no wonder that when you grow up, you can beat a client.
I ran all the way with Kiriko and took him straight to my house.
My mother cried in the face of Kiriko’s bleeding wound and immediately agreed to my request to place him in my house.
That’s it. Kiriko lived in my house for two weeks.
One day after half month, a Mercedes stopped downstairs and came out with an elegant grandmother and a handsome young man with a long-haired body crying, and took him away.
I haven’t seen Kiriko in kindergarten since.
Primary school too.
Up until junior high, I tried to learn a summer break and finally passed the entrance examination for the city’s main junior high.
Then, on the first day of school, I found Ki-yan’s name on the scholarship list on the school bulletin board.
It’s a very rare name, but probably not a name.
So I just walked into the school building and I saw a young man in a black T-shirt with long ears standing in the hallway.
The sun was not there, so most of his face was in the shadows, but he could still see the outline of Qing Jun.
He used to have a sad face with no face on his face, but saw a smile on my lips.
Then he came to me in his absence, walking in his footsteps, with his head down a little, and he said, “Long time no see.” I’m sorry.
3
I said, “You’ve been with me for six months after the Cold War and you’ve been ignoring me because you like me. I’m sorry.
He gently nodded his head, looked down and cast a small shadow over his long eyelashes, covering the emotions in his eyes.
I shook the chain on my wrist: “You like me, why didn’t you tell me earlier, but you’re going to commit such an act of lawlessness? I’m sorry.
With his eyes lifted up, I found that he didn’t know when he had a red eye and that the eyes of a natural water wave looked a little pitiful.
But I am well aware of his virtues, and I am sure that there are countless dark feelings hidden beneath this innocent.
He whispered, “Because I saw you with that man at the center of the sun and moonlight. I’m sorry.
I’ve only had a few seconds to react. Who’s he talking about?
Landing, my ex-boyfriend.
From junior year to senior year, I spent three years with Lantin and broke up on the eve of graduation.
The reason for the break-up is not unusual, just because of the graduation season, you can’t have another one in the uncertain future.
Before leaving Shanghai, Lantin hugged me for five minutes, and said to me, “I owe you a red dress and I’ll pay you back someday.” I’m sorry.
The dress he said was the one I looked at when we were walking down the waterway, the little luxurious brand, over $4,000, and Lentin and I couldn’t afford to spend a month together.
“No, you’re going to have to go to your future.” I’m sorry.
I thought I’d never run into Landing again in my life, and I didn’t think he’d come back three years later, and the first time he contacted me, he said he’d take me to Waihai to buy a dress.
I couldn’t beat him. I had to pick a weekend without overtime and go out.
In the face of Lantin’s glamorous eyes, the shopkeeper smiled with regret: “The style you’re talking about is our spring money three years ago. I’m sorry.
After lunch at the Sun and Moon Center, I had to go to Lantin’s, “Look, I can’t go back.” I’m sorry.
I thought of God, but I didn’t notice what happened to him.
And it was not until I returned to him that he had gathered near me, and as he breathed into my face, he was close to a light-faced pupil, filled with cold and depressing anger.
And then he grabbed my hand, he pushed it so hard, he even made me feel a bit of pain: “Oh, are you thinking about him?” I’m sorry.
I tried to appease him: “What do I want him to do? Me and Lantin have broken up. I’m sorry.
“Break up. “My son murmured over and suddenly came to kiss me.
I didn’t look out for him, he kissed his lips, and he was too busy to hide.
But it was so hard that I couldn’t get away with it that I tried to make a sound in his lips.
“Did you do this before you broke up? I’m sorry.
Kiriko whispered, while his hands were tied between my waist, his breath was getting hotter.
“And this?”
Kiyoko! I’m sorry.
I finally put up with it and kicked him out.
And We kicked him in the soft abdomen, and he fell down in pain, and looked at me, looking with eyes.
I was thinking about what I just said, when I was a little confused, and I felt like I was eating hard.
When I thought of it, I cleared my voice and touched Ki-yan’s hair to reassure him:
“Taiyan, you like me, but we have to slow down. Besides, when you left the country, I thought you weren’t coming back, and it wasn’t normal to have a boyfriend in college? I’m sorry.
And when he fell upon me, his eyes were dazzled and dazzled, and he brought upon me an obstinate obscurity.
From a long time ago, after I found out that he was not really warm and kind, Kiyoko looked at me like that.
At this moment, he looked at me and his voice was dumb: “You promised to wait for me to come back.” I’m sorry.
I waited half a day to remember that, in the year of senior year, before Kiyoko left the country, I went to the airport to deliver him. Indeed, he said, “Stand back when I came back.”
The problem was that, in that case, he left the country and could almost be counted as fleeing.
All I heard was that I thought it was like “you’re going to eat some other day.”
Besides…
“Kiki, didn’t you always like Ginger when you were in high school? What does it have to do with me?”
He asked me, “Who is Kang Myung?” I’m sorry.
Don’t pretend!
“Give me my phone.” I’m sorry.
Kiriko shakes his head: “I can’t give you my phone.” Anything you want, I’ll buy it for you. I’m sorry.
I thought he was just a guest. I didn’t think he was real.
“I suddenly remembered that I gave a bonus last week, and I was going to buy the $100,000 emerald bracelet in the shopping car.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think he’d nod his head. I’m sorry.
And then he turned out.
The moment the door opened, I looked out, and I saw a black-and-white-colored renovation.
It seems that the only exception to my current imprisonment is the fragrance of the fragrance of citrus, which is warm.
Kiyoko will be back in half a minute.
The first thing he said when he came back was, “The bracelet is bought.” I’m sorry.
I jumped out of bed, and the sound changed. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
And indeed, Kiyian blundered his lips, and drew a dim smile: “I bought it. I’m sorry.
Kiyoko, it’s you. 100 grand says flowers.
And he came and rubbed his face, and he whispered, “What else do you want?” I’m sorry.
“I’m hungry, and I want to eat a cold-pot string with my family. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
“I’d also like to have a seven-sweet swig tea, a Kendrick fries with McDonald’s ketchup, and Burger King’s beefburger. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
“I’m going to–” I just stopped, and I lifted up my hand and shook the chain on my wrist. I won’t run. I’m sorry.
Kiriko shakes his head, brushes my hair very softly, sits next to me and rubs my fingertips.
After a while, the things I was about to eat were delivered by Kiyoko’s assistant.
The little girl with a pony tail stood at the door and stopped talking, and I saw her face-to-face fighting, and I thought she was worried about whether to call the police.
A little girl with a sense of justice, and I cried out to her, “No police, I’m having fun with Kiriko!” I’m sorry.
The little girl took a breath and put her things down and whispered, “The boss, the boss’s wife, I’m going first. I’m sorry.
Kiriko left her alone, took the tea to me and looked at me.
I even had a few sips, I had a smile and I finally had a nice smile.
“What do you want? I’ll buy it. I’m sorry.
And lo! lo! I was impatient with him.
He looked at my eyes at this moment as innocent and clear, as if those unfortunate and terrible things had never happened to him.
The eyes will not lie. Kiyoko truly loves me, and he has kept me here at this hour, but his soul is clearly before me.
I couldn’t have done it by his love for me, to be the God who pushed him up.
Then, after a moment of silence, I said: Sit with me for a while. I’m sorry.
4
Kiriko sat on the ground and his head was on my knees.
The warm air is sent to the surface of my skin with breath through thin dress fabric.
Kiriko grabbed my hand, touched my hand and whispered:
“When I was there, I could barely live, but I always thought I’d see you when I got back. What would you do if I didn’t come back? Can’t you just completely forget me…”
I don’t know what to say.
Kiyoko was back in the country six months ago, and before he came back, I had lived in Shanghai for two and a half years as a common bottom animal.
He was reprimanded by his leadership, blamed by his clients, and his colleagues were conceited, relying on junk foods and plasma to sustain the shallow pleasure of stimulating the cortex of the brain.
Day after day, the monotonous, the whole of my life.
As a child, I was the bully of kindergarten, and when I was good and attractive in primary school, the secondary school age turned into a normal girl, not pretty, but a little lively.
Had it not been for the return of Kiyyan, and the penetration of my life like an incontrovertible film, I would have accepted the fact that I was a man of my own.
I wasn’t as heartbroken as a kindergartener when I met him in junior high.
By that time I had sorted out the back and forth of that thing many years ago, knowing that he had started with me because I beat him up and then copied my name and made it up because he wanted to take me home and prove to his parents that he really had friends in kindergarten.
Kiyoko’s father, not a good thing.
And then Kiyoko became more and more bipolar, and he made up most of it.
At first I didn’t know that Ki-yan was ill, much less that he had left the country to cure and escape his father’s punishment.
Because, from childhood to age, the character of Kiriko’s bones is paranoid and extreme, and symbolically conceals it in front of others and shows it to me nakedly.
Or, with a tyrannical and tyrannical insignificance, to confirm an answer to me repeatedly.
It’s the answer he never got from his parents.
“No matter who you are, I will not leave you. I’m sorry.
Kiriko’s mother, who was born from a great family, then fell in love with a poor young man, like all the dirty stories, and insisted on marrying him.
Owing to opposition from her family, she stole a sum of money and fled with men to another city.
Helping him to start a business, giving birth to his child during pregnancy and then becoming depressed during pregnancy when he discovered that he was cheating, and then getting worse after the birth of Kiyyan, jumping from the window of the ward.
The second month after she died, his father married her lover.
In the first place, Kiyoko told me this story like a story, and then he turned his head and looked at me, “What would she think?” I’m sorry.
I hesitated, but I couldn’t stand the mood that came up and said, “Your father is really a bad thing. I’m sorry.
And he turned away, and laughed, “You were right. I’m sorry.
Because of this, I hated Kiyyan’s father, and when his parents met him at the door, he asked me, “Where is his seat?” I’m sorry.
And when I looked at him, he sunk his face and clearly recognized me.
Forget it. He went to our class teacher, said I was uneducated, beat the elders, and demanded that I be removed from this point class.
He’s not my relative, he’s a piece of shit.
It’s a good thing that our schoolteacher was a reasonable man, so he was blocked back in three or two words with the phrase “A little kid doesn’t know anything when he’s young.”
The more I tried to get angry, the more I could get angry.
Then he bought my favorite angel potato chips and AD calcium milk and came to me, whispering, “You hate him, I’ll kill him for you.” Don’t ignore me.
I drank AD calcium milk and finally remembered what happened when he was a kid and his father was bleeding with chopsticks because of two chicken legs.
“Yes, he’s so bad for you, wouldn’t I have done it with you?” I’m sorry.
I made up with Kiyoko. It’s actually me who made it up unilaterally, because Kihyan didn’t even intend to go out with me.
This time he returned, too, because I was too busy at work, and most of the time, Kiriko asked me out to meet, and I had to say no.
Kiyoko contacted me the night he came back and said he’d take me to the steak.
At the time of his call, I was working late and hard at the company, even surprised that he had returned home: “Oh, I’m so busy. I’m sorry.
By the second month, when I finally found time to meet him, Kiyoko smiled and told me, “When I called, the food was ready.” I’m sorry.
“Huh? I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. But I was really busy. Shouldn’t I have returned the food? I’m sorry.
“If I didn’t come, I would have eaten myself. “I’m not going to go back, I’m going to wait for you to see me this day.” I’m sorry.
He raised his chin slightly: “Now I’m waiting. I’m sorry.
At last, the slow memories came to life, and there was an overlap between Kiyoko and the dark-eyed young Zhong Jun.
I’ve been crawling in the dust for too long, and I’ve been dealing with people who are just like myself.
So I almost forgot, Ki-yan and I are not the same.
He is as delicate as a glass man, but his fate has covered his body with cracks, and he maintains the stale pride of his nature.
The strangest thing is that a man like me can’t be any more vulgar and can be friends.
Later, Kiriko often sent me a request to leave the house, but I was tortured by my work to spit blood, and most of them refused.
Six months ago, he said he wanted to go to a hot spring with me on the outskirts of the city, and I said yes, and I called again the next day and apologized and told him that I might fail.
Although the pigeons are immoral, I can’t help it.
After all, my good friend Lewshar, had some trouble.
Sun Yao, her former hobo boyfriend, beat her to death, went after her, couldn’t get rid of her.
Ljushar even called the police and the police detained her for three days, and then the grandson continued harassing her after she came out, a dead pig who was not afraid to turn on the water. I’m sorry.
Lyuxia was so angry that she couldn’t help but find me.
Ljushar is a skinny little girl, the kind that can’t even be broken.
But I’m different, I lift iron, I raise my muscles, I travel in the wind and rain, and I practice.
I found Sun Yai downstairs, pretending to be in love with him at first sight.
When I finished, I went out, and when he was ready to do it, I screamed and punched him in the chin.
And he hit him in the stomach with his knees up, and when he threw up on his knees, he started to cry, “You… I kindly invited you as a beggar to dinner, and you disrespect me, shameless!” I’m sorry.
Sun Yai, who threw up everything he had just eaten, then spitted out a saliva with blood and looked at me, “You play with me!” I’m sorry.
He came to me, and I grabbed my fist and tried, and it didn’t hit Sun.
Because Kiyoko did not know where he came from, carrying the neck of Sunajah, and watched him in the air with cold eyes as a chicken, and punched him in the face with blood.
It was only when Sun launched a blooded tooth that he let go of his hand and let him slide to the ground like a mudslide, and said, “Get lost.” I’m sorry.
And Sun’s really gone.
I looked a few steps away from Kiyoko, and I was embarrassed.
After all, the reason I gave him a break was that the leader had to press me to work overtime at the company, and now it’s like I’m doing it on purpose.
I’ve been holding it for half a day and I’ve been spitting out a sentence, “I can explain.” I’m sorry.
“I saw it. “From the moment you fell in love with him.” I’m sorry.
Ah, this.
I’ve been in a lot of trouble and I haven’t said a word.
And he stopped making noise, and he looked at me, and he laughed dazzlingly, and the fog was all over his eyes.
Then he turned around, and he didn’t turn back.
He never said a word to me in the following half month.
