The day I checked the breast, it was a coincidence I put it on the breast.
“Get your clothes up and look. I’m sorry.
Two flowers on my chest right now.
“You? I’m sorry.
I saw the doctor’s eyes slip through the question of his career for the first time.
It’s okay. I’m good at it.
I’m sorry I just left.
In order to reduce the suffering of both of us, I hanged myself.
He took his vest off, put his head out, and opened his mouth in a nice way.
“You’ve seen more food than you’ve had milk. I’m not nervous. What are you gonna do?
Oh, shit. I’m sorry.
If I hadn’t taken my clothes off, I’d have gone straight out.
Run to the Nile, eat fish in the lake for three years and come back.
He took a snivell and didn’t laugh. It’s even more funny when he looks at it again.
Silence.
Sisters know how high the local temperature beneath the two sponges in the chest is in summer.
For a cup like mine, it would be better to let the hallowed wind out of the air than to cover up the money. So I’m basically a bunch of thongs in the summer, or a thong vest, and I put a bra on it.
It doesn’t look sexy. It’s even a little emotional.
The young straight doctor obviously didn’t anticipate the scene of the grotesque. His face was full. What did I do wrong? Why should I bear all this?
And finally, he just snubbed his eyebrow and shrunk it with his hand, “You, you, have a headache? Rheumatism? Or cartoon paste?”
And two small flowers before Our breasts, as though they were two eye-browing searchlights in the night, lit the doctor’s panic, and blacked out Our bright path.
“This is mine, underwear…”
In contrast, the temperature in the room rose twice over the face of two of us.
“As you can see, I don’t need that much cloth, maybe just stick it up…”
“Bullshit. I’m sorry.
I knew the mammogram needed to be pressed, so I thought I might be able to hold the last line with my breast on it. Who would have thought that a little two of it would surprise me that big.
Bullshit. Where is it?
“Can I put it on your desk for now? I’m sorry.
He took a deep breath, as if he was trying to breathe back into the air that had just been blown out.
“Don’t ask me. I’m sorry.
Two happy sunflowers, lying still in the sun, competing and joyful, opened my mammography.
II.
He came near me, down the channel, “I need to press you for a piece, to determine the size, activity and adhesiveness, and a spill. I’m sorry.
The male doctor had an awkward situation with the patient during his breast surgery day, right? I looked at this juya face, a little pale, and suddenly a little more compassion.
“I understand, you touch it. I’m sorry.
His hand stopped in the air for two seconds and looked up at me, and for the first time I saw someone who could just take his eyebrow to the end. In the middle of the summer, the air on the road outside the window was thicker than an expired syrup. Right in front of you.
Half the cages are in the shadows of the buildings, as if the wind were clear through the light blue curtains.
Cool, like his hand.
“There’s a bulge, you make a film. I’m sorry.
He went back, down his head, down his head on my case book, and in front of him.
The computer knocked on something.
I put my clothes on, my hair on, “Doc, is it cancer? I’m sorry.
He stopped and looked at me with his head shut.
We’ll see. I’m sorry.
I didn’t make a sound. I waited for him to write me a bill.
The doctor’s hands are probably pretty good.
A’s because he’s slammed red.
Maybe when he saw me look too morbid, when he handed me the case, he came at me.
It was so easy to laugh, “Don’t be afraid. It’s not what you think.
Regular hospital, treatable. I’m sorry.
“No, I’m not afraid I have cancer. I’m scared. I’m gone. I’m out of money.
Okay. I’m rich. I’m sorry.
I saw his face wrinkled, like a rotting nest.
The handwriting on the case doesn’t look like it’s an encoded hyena.
Powery and clear, with his name on the back. Ho Jungqing.
III.
Pay all the way, platoon number.
When you’re making a film, you’re a very nice doctor’s aunt.
More gentle than my own body milk. In a few hours, I’ve grown into a man.
To be a brave woman who is always in the doctor’s presence.
The hospital is always full of hurried people, leaving that little room and remitted.
Into this miserable life. I’ve got the list, one window, one window.
Team, looking at the people around you, I can’t help but think that there are so many sick people.
Everyone looks healthy.
When I finally get the film, the tests, the money I have to pay, the doctor.
There’s already half the people in the yard. There’s only a small seat outside the mammography.
A few people.
Knock on the door and see what he was sitting on the chair looking at. It’s in the room.
From the bright white of the morning to the warmth of the evening.
“I wonder if you’re gone or not, or we’re off duty. I’m sorry.
I was busy handing everything over to him and sitting around waiting for the results he gave me.
“Mmm fibromas.” I’m sorry.
He said a lot, but I can only understand what my disease is called.
For someone like me who hasn’t been to a few hospitals in my life without any medical knowledge. Tell me if I get a tumor, it’s like telling me to pick a nice grave.
“So, Doctor, in your opinion, how long can I live? I’m sorry.
He’s a little sarcastic, like he’s really thinking. I’m sorry.
I never thought that I was so young, as a flower, that I was almost perfect, except for a small breast, that I came to the end of my life.
But I can’t believe she hasn’t been in love.
There’s a way to die, a ghost.
“I want to have some pain in love. Doctor, I think you’re handsome. You’re in love with me. I haven’t. I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and put his hands on the table, “Whatever you want, you eat, you get light.” It’s a micro-surgery. It’s simpler and more successful. I’m sorry.
The timing of the operation was scheduled and the circumstances and risks that might have occurred were explained.
By the time I ended up walking out with something, my face was numb, and I felt like I might have left everyone I should have lost in my life.
He said to me, “It’s better to find a family to take care of you by signing a fee. The reason why he’s about to leave work is that he’s a lot more gentler than he was in the morning.
It’s a lot of talk.
I’m walking, and I’m going to ask him, “No family? I’m sorry.
He just packed up and looked at me, “No, it’s fine.
But you’d better have a little surgery. You’ll need someone to take care of you.
So convenient. I’m sorry.
“I have no parents. I’m sorry.
For the first time, he flashed a little bit on his face, rubbing his hand a few times on the top of his coat.
You can do it alone. The nurse will take care of you, okay. I’m sorry.
I went out, and he whispered, “Yo, you…
Wait for me.
He came out with his stuff, he took off his white coat, he wore his shirt, and he put his shoes on.
Get up younger than five or six.
“Let’s get out of here. I’ll tell you what to do and watch out for.
item. I’m sorry.
“How do you know my name? I’m sorry.
I feel stupid when I’m done asking.
Nam, as long as he’s not blind.
“I am your first heir after all. “Four,
I need to measure the indicators before the operation. I’ll change to a hospital uniform, and I’ll be against him again.
Sit.
He’s pointing at a small, dark piece of stuff in that picture, and he spits out a lot of medical stuff.
I can’t hear a word.
“So, do you think my breasts will be small and big? I’m sorry.
Dr. Ho lost his voice. “Just take out a small piece. There won’t be a small piece on either side.
Big difference. I’m sorry.
“But I’m not much. I’ve worked hard for over 20 years, and I’ve grown up.
That’s a big one. I’m sorry.
I looked down at my empty chest, and there was a sadness in my heart.
“Uh, no, you’re fine. I’m sorry.
“Doc, can you take the fat out of my stomach while you’re anesthesia?”
What’s in there? I’m sorry.
He spat his mouth like a straight foot, “That’s another price, in plastics. I’m sorry.
“The doctor, why do I have this disease? I’m sorry.
Dr. Ho, I’m relieved to hear you say something.
Ah, emotions, diets, life, many factors. “And which reason am I?”
Silence, tonight’s Kambashi, today’s section, is now Ho Jungqing.
“It’s probably bad luck. I’m sorry.
That’s nice. I’m open.
I thought there was nothing to be afraid of, but it was getting colder.
Down, the horns were wet.
“Doctor, is there a small chance that this operation will fail? If it fails, my chest.
Can you keep it? Will anyone like me with one chest? This is a big world.
Where’s my other half? Am I gonna die?”
He whispered to me, “Yo Xin.” I’m sorry.
Maybe it’s the patient’s blindly admired filter.
The eyes are full of spring.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m your master knife doctor. You have to trust me. Trust the hospital. You won’t.
I’ll always be with you. I’m sorry.
Dr. Ho. I’m sorry.
He was so gentle and soft that he thought I’d say something touching to the doctor.
Better relations tomorrow with bricks.
“You’re so handsome. “Shut your mouth. I’m sorry.
V.
It’s a micro-surgery, so just a local anesthetic.
I’m a near-sighted man with glasses on the operating table.
I can’t see. I couldn’t see it put me under a lot of pressure, so I reached out to the bed.
Touch it. I accidentally dropped the mask on your face.
I almost had a heart attack in that moment. I was thinking. It was over.
Oxygen, beauty’s finished.
“Doctor, my oxygen, my oxygen. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with you breathing? I’m sorry.
Dr. Ho’s familiar voice came to me, and I felt a lot of it.
Two, it does seem like nothing different.
“You don’t need that for this operation. It’s just for a little bit. I’m sorry.
After a while, it seemed like someone said, “I’m going to get anaesthetic. I’m sorry.
I wasn’t particularly nervous. I felt like I was nervous when this voice came out.
To petrochemical.
Are you nervous?
“Does it make you nervous to shit? * I heard a whispering laugh around me *
Then Dr. Ho shook my hand, “It looks so cold, it looks really tight.
Chang, I thought you weren’t scared. I’m sorry.
He’s covered in cloth, only the parts that need surgery.
Here we go.
I’m conscious because it’s a mahjong, and I can even hear doctors and nurses.
Taxi talking.
“The little girl is not married, do something nice. I’m sorry.
“Arc cut, beauty line. I’m sorry.
Then I felt my chest cut, pulled, pushed.
In order to ease the tension, Dr. Ho has a set of words for me.
And I don’t know if it’s an anaesthetic, or why it’s stressful on the table.
It’s the dirt blood that flows through my body.
When people get nervous, all the words are in their head, and all I remember is…
It’s dirt.
“What’s your college specialty?” I’m sorry.
“I love to eat in college. I love to eat. I love to eat.
Food, who, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. “Fine doctor Ho, after five minutes, you’re a sick person.
Don’t stay up too late. I’m sorry.
“The world’s glamorous eyes have no power to compete. I’m sorry.
People laughed in the operating room, “Yo, you can talk if you want.” I’m sorry.
How can it be? This is how it goes. My mouth is closed.
Close it?
“Dr. Ho, you look great. Especially those eyes. They’re not so small.
Perfect. I’m sorry.
“Dr. Ho, why don’t you talk? Are you my dearest man? What are you doing?
Don’t talk?”
“Doctor Ho, look, you like men, I like women. We’re both just…
It’s a blessing, it’s a moon full, it’s a moon full of frost, it’s a couple. I’m sorry.
“Do you want to hear about Qingxi Plateau? I’m sorry.
Dr. Ho,
VI.
“The operation is over. It’s a success. How do you feel? Anything unusual?”
“Doctor, I don’t think I can see anything.
Is it strong? *He’s sighs, he’s putting his glasses on my eye * I’m sorry.
“Oh, I can see. I’m sorry.
Back in the room for a long time, it was like I’d been in a coma, with no hands.
Consciously to the chest.
It’s so flat. Where is it? Is this my back?
Where’s my chest?
Sitting up in a dying dream, looking down and seeing yourself wearing something like a corsage.
It’s too fast to get to the chest. I had my teeth in my mouth.
The gas, I saw the infusion on my hand.
“Just after the surgery, don’t move, influence recovery. I’m sorry.
Dr. Ho is standing at the end of the bed, and he doesn’t know what he’s writing.
I looked at it.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I lay down my hand and lay down with my body.
He put it on the bed, he took two big steps, he held my back, he stuck it in.
Put your pillow behind me.
“A man is in a hospital, taking care of himself. I’m sorry.
Strangely enough, the hospital used to smell of disinfectant water, and he came close and felt clean.
Ho is pale, like one of the thousands he has received.
So I had a red eye, like a bad joke, and I had to leave my head on the other side, and my voice was sore.
The nurse who came in to change her bed next door, took a look at Ho Jungqing with me, turned his face, and said, “Yo, Dr. Ho, to take care of Mrs. Ho?” I’m sorry.
Dr. Ho looked at her and the nurse smiled and gave me an eye, “Look, why are you so embarrassed? I’m sorry.
I looked at her with my head full of questions. I’m sorry.
Sister laughed even more, “You forgot? You’ve been saying from the operating room that you’re going to marry Dr. Ho, you’re not going to do the surgery, you’re going to jump out of our hospital. Why did you forget? I’m sorry.
It was like I was dreaming.
I shivering at the look in the eye, “Well, then, Doctor, do you agree? I’m sorry.
Dr. Ho calmly put his pen in his chest, “Yeah, you said if you didn’t say yes, you’d take the catheter and drown me with blood. I’m sorry.
“You may be special, but you’re more responsive to anaesthetics and rest. I’m sorry.
He went out and passed the nurse’s sister, saying, “Don’t talk nonsense, she’s still young. I’m sorry.
I watched his back disappear outside the door, and all I had in mind was, “The sky is blue, there’s a thousand cranes outside the window…”
VII.
Soon after the operation, the nurse said she could not eat too well, but it was not a problem that I had nothing to eat.
When I had to make an appointment for the operation, I added some tweets from Ho Jungqing that I thought I’d be able to have a crystal love. I’m a little low blood sugar. I’m sorry.
After five minutes, Weibo came back and said, “You don’t know what to eat. I’ll get it for you and lie still. I’m sorry.
“Thank you for your help, for your hard work, and for your help. I’m sorry.
He didn’t return, but my purpose was fulfilled.
I asked the passing sister of the nurse how to order the meal, and the nurse said she couldn’t go upstairs to pick up the delivery. I can’t do anything right now, and I can’t get a nurse to do anything else, and I can’t do anything else.
Lying in bed, watching God, hearing the sound of footsteps, thought it was my meal, and then my mother.
Take a deep breath and get restless.
The middle-aged performer is beginning again.
Far away, “Oh, my dear daughter, how can you not tell my mother? I’m sorry.
With his heels on, with his ass skirts, he’s twisting around, and he’s in his 40s, he’ll look like a little girl at first sight.
I’m just looking at her, and I’m already feeling desperate.
She was always not embarrassed, and it seemed like she was trying to find a place to put it, rather than taking a look at it or not putting it on her arm.
“Hey, baby, I didn’t know you were in the hospital if Mom hadn’t seen the consumption records. Look at the baby. Mom’s upset. I’m sorry.
He said he had to take my hand and put it in a hush and warm.
When she went to college to control me, she said she was afraid that I would spend money, and actually was watching, crying and hanging so that she could see every single one of my expenses.
I carried her back and then I opened another card, and the money she earned after graduation, most of which she did not know. But the card also saves money and spends the day on it so she doesn’t get suspicious. The same card, which was used to swipe, was paid for this time in the hospital, and I thought she wouldn’t care.
She was wearing a silk shirt, her hands were low, her bag slipped down, and she was smashing a needle in the back of my hand. I breathed in pain, threw her hand away, yelled, “Don’t touch me! I’m sorry.
She started crying and crying to her grandmother in the next bed, saying how hard it was to raise me, and how I didn’t get close to her, and the more excited she was, the pears were raining, as if it were real.
I’ve seen her do it too many times, and I just feel like it’s in the back of my head and it makes me sick.
“Mom! Enough! Shut up! Don’t lie to me!
Dr. Ho is coming in with the takeout and hearing the frown and the look on his face.
“Don’t shout in the hospital, it’ll affect people’s rest. I’m sorry.
He put it down, looked at my mom, and he slid me, “Be polite to the elders.” I’m sorry.
I can see that he said to me that I had no parents and suddenly had parents. And because I spoke to my mother at the hospital and even visited her.
Mom cried, and he probably hated it.
But, “Doctor Ho, the Qing Dynasty can’t get out of the house, you shouldn’t be in the business, you shouldn’t be in the business. I’m sorry.
VIII.
As soon as my mother saw the doctor on her side, she felt like she had won a game, crying and asking questions.
He’ll look worse when I’m stung, but he’ll listen.
“Doctor, what’s wrong with my daughter? I’m sorry.
In the first sentence, Ho was caught by surprise, and the grandmother in the next bed turned over and grunted.
“The mammogram, benign, recovered very quickly after the micro-surgery, but could now be discharged if the patient did not request hospitalization. I’m sorry.
My mother couldn’t wait to interrupt him until he was finished. That’s the part. Is it gonna get ugly? Is there a scar there?” She says she’s still on top of her chest.
It was probably the mother who completely subverted the image of Ho Jong-chung’s loving mother and child, whose mouth was tightened by the fact that she was not concerned about her health, but rather about beauty and delayed marrying.
“The wound has been kept to a minimum, and a beauty line has been used to make it beautiful, but there may still be a slight scar when it recovers. I’m sorry.
My mom looked so upset and looked back at my surgery, “How good is it that Uncle Wang’s son can’t have a scar if he doesn’t like you? I’m sorry.
It’s like he’s finally come back to me, looking at me in some complicated ways, and I’m just turning my head and staggering his eyes.
“A scar is a scar. Just a scar. I’m sorry.
My mom started to get angry after listening to me and filming my leg. What if it affects your marriage to Wang? I’m sorry.
My relationship with my mother would have remained in a face of mother and child. Ever since she was the main man I married, I’ve totally ripped her face off and lost my last thought of my mother.
So I looked at her with a mean eye, and told her in the coldest of words, “Did I ever be single and never marry him and force my daughter to marry her lover’s son, with such shameless and vicious mothers as you?” I’m sorry.
And she got her hair together, and the wind stood up, and she threw away, and she said, “You can’t. I’m sorry.
Every time I fight with her, it’s like my own art of suicide.
I think sometimes when I’m delirious, she was probably the master of Tai Chi in her last life, with four or two dozen pounds, and she used to beat cotton with heavy fists, and she made the fire pure and purified. You hurry, she doesn’t hurry. If you say Tung, she’ll rip you off.
She pressed her cell phone a few times, and I was notified of the transfer. And before I left, I was still smiling and I said, “Girl, get some rest. It’s all of a sudden, Mom already booked an afternoon ticket to go out with your uncle. Mom paid you to buy anything she wants. Mom’ll take care of you next time. I’m sorry.
After talking to Ho Jung-do, he went out.
When she came to the door, I looked like she was proud and came out, “I’m going to marry this doctor, I love him, I’m going to marry him, I’m going to marry him, I’m not going to marry him! I’m sorry.
I just can’t believe she’s so upset with me. I’m her own daughter. Is money so important that I’m going to trade my life for happiness? She didn’t want to raise her children, she just threw money at me, and I thought she might have a problem, maybe she just didn’t like to raise her children. But the fact that she forced me to marry someone like that made me realize that she just didn’t love me. There’s really a mother who doesn’t love children.
She said, “No, you two don’t know each other, you think you’re lying, and I believe you? You’re too young.” I’m sorry.
He was a little embarrassed, opened his mouth and whispered, “Who said that? I’m sorry.
The grandmother in the next bed listened to her and turned around and looked at me with pain and pain. “Girl, let’s eat and drink, let’s spend your money, let’s not lose ourselves, let’s not do it, let’s be angry and have you hospitalized. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I’m still crying. IX.
He cried and felt his chest suffocated and had a pain in his head, and sat on his chest.
Get up.
Probably in a hurry, and almost all day without food. Sit up and look back.
It’s blurry, you can’t hear anything, you lose control of your head. World
Turning around, he fell down under the bed.
I really have low blood sugar, and I’m at risk of fainting if I don’t eat on time, but fine.
The number of faintings is not much.
It’s about a few seconds past, and there’s a snowflake in my head, and it’s coming back to me.
It’s like it’s not lying on the floor, but in someone’s arms.
“You know you’re low blood sugar and you don’t have anything to eat. I’m sorry.
Dr. Ho’s voice came from above my head, and his ears haven’t been completely blown off.
And when they fell asleep and knew that they had not fallen on the ground, they fell in peace again.
“Sit up if you don’t faint, I’ll heat you up. I’m sorry.
He took the pillow and put it behind me. I just cried when my hand touched the blanket.
When it’s damp, take a look at it and cover it up and take the bag.
Just walk out.
Come back faster than I thought. Put down the table on the bed and put everything on.
Sit down, sit down, eat. I’m sorry.
“You’re not going back to work? “Ah, it’s not like I’m going to go to bed.
Get someone to sit me down and eat. I’m sorry.
I looked out the window and it was getting late, and I tried the hot ones, and I just…
Put it down again. He saw other food packs open to heat.
“So you’re not off again? I’m sorry.
He’s a little confused about how to answer, and he’s sorry and kind of pierced his face.
A microbar.
I was a little mad that he misunderstood me indiscriminately, but look at his old tree.
A face with a lot of expression, sitting on a bed with a sleeve.
Looks like it’s down.
“Dr. Ho, you don’t have to be serious about what I said to my mother. I’m sorry.
He looked up at me and looked down, “Aah. I’m sorry.
“But I’m serious. I’m sorry.
Ho raised his head so hard that he could see his eyes open through his glasses.
It was just a word of anger. I just couldn’t see my mom holding it.
I thought I’d be kidnapped for living or crying and hanging.
You have to behave.
It’s just that I just suddenly changed my mind. I want to marry Ho Jungqing in front of my mother.
Face, marry this man.
He’s not only handsome, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good, he’s good.
“I’m serious, but you don’t have to be burdened, you just do your thing, and I’ll find a way to make you love me. I’m sorry.
X.
Ho, get up and dump his hand and look to my left, “Well, it’s not too early, you’ll get some rest. I’m leaving. I’m sorry.
The star walks up to the door of the ward, scratches his head and turns back, and says, “My one, the big one forgot.” I’m sorry.
“Dr. Ho, if you leave, who’ll help me close the table? I’m sorry.
He looked back at a full table, he hesitated for a few seconds, and sat in the chair by my bed, “Then eat and I’ll go.” I’m sorry.
The porridge is almost cold. I’m eating it in my hand, and it’s dark out the window.
“My mom and dad got divorced when I was eight, and I haven’t seen my dad since that day, or even forgotten what he looked like. I’m sorry.
He sat by his feet, leaned on his back and listened in silence.
“And my mother was often away, and she took me to my relatives’ house, to the neighbor’s house, to the teacher’s house, and to give them a fortune. I only learned later that she was actually in love, at someone else’s house, taking care of someone’s children. I’m sorry.
“She raised me with the men’s money, at least to keep me safe, so I didn’t hate her. I grew up, hugged her thigh, cried, and said, “I grew up, I could make you flowers, I could eat very little, and begged her to stay with me at home.” She kicked me off, said you’d leave me alone. How much money do you make? I’m sorry.
“I’ve seen her less since then, and I’ve received a living allowance every month, and I’ve been paying for it without paying for it. Ah, yes, she’ll resupply me. I’m sorry.
“That’s the way I went to college, and she saw me go to a good school, and she looked good, and she looked up to me and asked me to marry someone who was rich, and even threatened me with loss of living and relationship. I didn’t actually use her money long ago, but I still had a little thought about her. I always dream about her and my dad getting divorced and sitting on the floor and crying, and she hugged me and said, “You’re the only one.” I think she’ll at least love me a little bit. I’m sorry.
“You see, there’s such a mother and such a daughter. I’m sorry.
I laughed at myself, but turned my head, and my eyes were full of pain.
Ho turned his head down in a panic and pushed the box with green vegetables in my face, “Don’t drink porridge, eat more green vegetables, get a good wound.” “I don’t like vegetables, Dr. Ho. I’m sorry.
I flattened, and it meant something.
“You can’t pick, you can’t pick, you can’t pick.
Eat. And this soup, it’s getting cold. I’m sorry.
He pulled the stool forward, came closer to me, picked up the soup and tried to put it in my hand.
The porridge is replaced.
“I don’t want cilantro. I’m sorry.
He looks at me like he’s angry. “You kid, why are you so picky?
Cee, that’s trouble. I’m sorry.
That’s what you’re saying, or are you going to take the extra chopsticks from the takeout and lower your head.
Take the bowl, one root. “Why so much?”
Champagne, I don’t like it either. I’m sorry.
Just looking at him, it felt like a heart was buried in the wind.
Frightened, happy enough to be disturbed.
I think I’m in love with him.
He sensed my sight, left me out, “Eat, if you’re in a coma,
Pick cilantro, eat.
“All right, Dr. Ho, let me eat. Then I’ll make it a little bad. I’m sorry.
“What is so hard to eat? He gave me soup, not much soup, a bowl with big palms.
I lifted it up, and I tried to drink it, and I heard him whisper,
“I don’t really have a mom and dad. I’m sorry.
Having had enough to eat and drink, he packed the tableboards for me and took my clothes to go home.
Dr. Ho. I’m sorry.
He’s um, he looked back at me.
“Be careful on the road. Let me know when you get home. I’m sorry.
I was hanging my phone.
“Okay, got it. I’m sorry.
XI.
It’s like wearing something like a corsage.
It’s sealed in a garbage bag. It’s asleep.
Get up and see the phone. There’s no news of Ho.
I hate to take my handle off and open it up and order myself a meal.
I’m wearing slippers and I’m picking up dinner downstairs, and I go back to my room and I just put things up and I hear them go.
It’s like there’s a bit of a rush in the porch.
Open the door and take a look, as if a group of doctors were checking the room and Ho Jungqing was in it.
I looked down and looked at myself, and I jumped off this floor today, and I swam down the sewer, and I couldn’t put my tits in front of a group of doctors.
I’m not so much of a pussy, but it’s also a rare feminisation. When I didn’t want to marry him, the couple lighted candles, put on some music, and my husband thought about the white room, which was surrounded by an academic seminar for the sexually confused.
This was to promote the reconciliation of the couple and the family, and it was to be said to be a solid step forward in responding to our second-child policy, to reduce the ageing of the population and to move towards a modern and powerful China.
For a while, my country was so aggressive.
I hid in the toilet while they were pulling out of the room.
In order to bake the atmosphere, create emotions and increase credibility, I began to seriously imagine myself taking shit.
So when the doctor asked me, “What about the patient in bed two?” I’m sorry.
I heard loudly from the bathroom compartment, “Hello, I’m shitting. I’m sorry.
I had no choice at that moment, whether it would be more humiliating to be surrounded and treated in front of my beloved, or to perform shit in front of my beloved and his colleagues.
I thought it was simple, just as long as I hid and waited for them to leave.
I didn’t think I’d come out of the bathroom after they looked at my grandma.
“Do you feel uncomfortable after the surgery? It’s hard to defecate?”
I hesitated, just a moment.
“Yeah, I’ve been hard, I’ve been hard, I’ve been hard, I’ve been hard since I was a kid. I’m sorry.
“Well, if it’s that hard, you can come back to the hospital and make a movie or something. I’m sorry.
“Ah, well. I’m sorry.
Just as I thought I had escaped, I did not expect a new storm to resurface.
“You can also try and eat more vegetables. Don’t eat obese early in the morning. You better eat something light, don’t eat so greasy it’ll help you recover. I’m sorry.
Okay, I’ll hang myself with a fat intestine. Why didn’t that intestine just choke on me? Fairies don’t need to eat, they should just sit and absorb the sun and moon and then take a glass of dew and brush their teeth.
I went out in silence, and after the doctors were able to stand and leave, I stood up and moved my legs to the point where I lost consciousness and pushed the door to the bathroom in the room. Meet me with your arms against the wall, with your eyes as bright as your eyes, your eyes as your eyes.
Blue.
XII.
“Why hide?”
I’m holding my neck, and I’m right. “Can’t I go to the bathroom? I’m sorry.
“How long does it take to go to the bathroom?”
“Aah, can’t you?”
He looked at me like a scoundrel.
Hand? I’m sorry.
Okay, good guy, that’s a good idea.
I can’t admit it. It’s a gastrointestinal problem.
Quality problem.
“Yes, I’m hiding. I don’t want to come out. I’m sorry.
“Why? Is that place deteriorating or infected? What’s wrong?
Already? I’m sorry.
Either he’s a doctor or he thinks I’m afraid of that place.
You can’t show it to everyone.
“Ah, no, no. I’m sorry.
“If you’re not feeling well, I’ll show you alone. I’m sorry.
Say your hand out and compare. Seeing me step back and holding his arm to cover his chest, he was more convinced that I was in trouble than I was ashamed to say.
In the meantime, he reached out, I stood out, he reached out, I stood out again, and that was it.
He became impatient and dragged me into the toilet with my collar and held me against the door.
“How about this one? Take off your clothes. I’m sorry.
I can’t turn this thing around, I can’t tell you the truth, “I just don’t want to be seen naked in front of them. I’m sorry.
“You’re a patient, first in front of a doctor, then you say sex. Do you know that you’re afraid to make fun of your body? It’s because of your idea that a lot of people might be delayed and recovered. I’m sorry.
Look at him getting angry at me, and I feel like I’ve been misunderstood. I want to be a pretty girl in your heart, not a patient who can be naked and studied at any time. I’m sorry.
Ho Jong-chul, I didn’t think I’d answer that.
“Imbecile. ”Looks like he’s still naked, but his ears and face are all red.
“So your wound is okay? I’m sorry.
I waved, “All right, all right, all right. I’m sorry.
He held my wrist, “Don’t move. Should I show you the wound?
Check it out? Did you change? I’m sorry.
Slip him, “Don’t you worry, nurse sister will change her medication. I’m sorry.
He’s the one who threw his mouth at me.
I said, “Che, what have I never seen?” I’m sorry.
I tried to hammer him, but he squeezed the other wrist.
I’m just kidding. Don’t move. It’s bad for the wound. I’m sorry.
XIII.
Come out of the toilet and go back to bed and watch my greasy intestines.
“Don’t eat. Who lets you eat this? I’m sorry.
He stretched out his hand and confiscated both my scrawny intestines and my Coke and turned his eye over me.
“You leave me the Coke. I’m sorry.
I looked at what was in his hand and shook his hand.
“Please, Dr. Ho. He spat, “Just a sip. I’m sorry.
Then I’ll rip it open and hand it over. I’m sorry.
I took it with gratitude and took a big bite of it.
He took it down and strangled me in the face, “You’re not going to lie to me again.
Yes! I’m sorry.
Ho Jung-qing went back to work and asked a young intern doctor to bring it to me.
Three dishes and soup.
“Hello, you’re Dr. Ho’s sister. Dr. Ho sent me.
Eat. I’m sorry.
Sister? Sister?
“Ho Jung-chung, say I’m his sister? I’m sorry.
“Oh, yeah, you eat while it’s hot. I’m busy. I’m sorry.
Dude, I’m working here for half a day. Am I short brother? I see you.
It’s heart failure!
I began to reflect on which part of my life seemed unconscionable.
A half-day in front of the bathroom mirror came to the conclusion that every place.
It appears that discharge is imminent. Feels like I’m getting off work. I’ll pack up and pack up and go to the front desk.
The rest of the money was finished and he was sitting at the door of Ho Jungqing’s clinic.
I saw him come out with a white coat and he saw me with something.
I’m a little disappointed. I’m sorry.
Good. Look at your regular costume. Go home and cry and think about me.
Think of you, half-brother.
“Yeah, it’s good enough not to keep using medical resources. I’m sorry.
He took my bag, “I’ll give it to you. I’m sorry.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
Two people walking side by side, though very slow, but they didn’t make it.
Out front.
He handed me something. “I hope you get better soon. I’m sorry.
That’s it?
I’m leaving. I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again.
A proposal?
Well, that’s a little too much to propose.
Yeah, it seems a little dirty too.
It’s not like we’re getting better. “Doctor Ho is driving home? Where do you live?”
“I live in Area X, Bay of Water.” I’m sorry.
“Aah! What a coincidence. I live there too. I’m sorry.
And he seemed astonished. I could even read some of the thefts from his eyes.
Hi.
“Then I’ll take you home. We’ll go on our way anyway. I’m sorry.
“No, I’ve booked the car. I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.
The car is here. I said goodbye to him with something.
Come on, I’ll see you later. I’m sorry.
Sitting on the co-pilot and seeing him in the rear-view mirror, looking at me.
Hands.
As soon as the car started, I called the house manager’s phone, “Find me a set of X-Bian.”
Houses in the water bay are rented in one room for six months. I’m sorry.
There’s no such thing as an idolic coincidence.
Right across from your house?
It’s just that I’m moving away from my mother.
When she found out, she came to me.
Ho Jungqing, you and I have no choice but to pay for it.
XIV.
Because of the inconvenient nature of the disease, I hired the moving company and the aunt, and in about three days, I finally moved.
It was raining and dark the other day, and I was in a bed that I had packed for a while, and I survived by booking and sleeping.
As I expected, Dr. Ho didn’t send me a symbol.
I would have had to go for a review one month after the mammoma and three months for a review.
But I can’t really wait for a month to see him, it’s got a temperature and a time limit, missing the best period, and when he wakes up, it’s sober, then it’s possible to drug the passion.
So I’m going to put down a list, and I’m going to buy a table that needs to be installed, a big table, so big that I can roll up on this table, flip back, and hold on to the table, with three hundred sixty-five degrees of Thomas.
Of course, I do need a table.
The old house was a little small, because it was rented on a temporary basis, and much of it was left by the original landlord, and the furniture looked like it was for some years, and I was lazy to add it.
The new rented house, the original owner of the house, was carefully renovated. There’s a big bookcase in the living room, and it’s my intention to relocate the books in my big case.
I’m an online writer, and I’m going to change the living room to my study for work. Communication with the landlord removes the couch from the television and sets up a big, long table and buys a comfortable chair so that we can work in a comfortable place.
The delivery arrived on the second day and was delivered to a huge box.
The delivery boy put me at the door, and out of curiosity I reached out and carried out a little bit of what it was like to call someone for a while. I didn’t think it was really heavy, and I felt a pain in my wound, and then I felt uncomfortable for a while.
Come on, it’s better to hit the sun.
Look up at the time, 6:00 p.m., very good. He must be off duty. “Dr. Ho, I was just trying to set up a table. It’s like it’s been a while. I’m sorry.
6:10, “Is it serious? Any symptoms?”
“It doesn’t hurt much either, it just feels a little more painful when you lift your arm. I’m sorry.
“Then don’t move. I’m sorry.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, right? If there’s nothing else, I’ll put the table to work and get sick for days. I’m sorry.
“I’ve just come home and I’ll come over and see you later. “No, it’s too hard for you. It’s been a long day.
Ben. I’m sorry.
Ho Jungqing, you better come over here right now or I’ll drag the table and block your door.
Go on.
“How many floors is your house? I’m sorry.
“Fiveth floor, unit 2, third floor, first floor. I’m sorry.
It’s my mother’s door. Remember this number.
It’s too much.
Put on a pink pyjamas that’s pure, and I see a man with no brain.
The perfume.
A little detail, a little fragrance, then perfume, and more lasting.
One more little detail, put it behind your ears, inside your arm, and create a kind of…
It smells good.
When he came in, I was nervous, and I went to the bathroom twice, and I counted three times.
The bricks.
When the bell rings, I see him in the eyes of the cat, and I breathe, “How big is it?”
Here you are, sir. I’m sorry.
A few days without seeing him, and he seemed a little ludicrous and awkward.
And then we were in the living room. Stand still.
Yes, standing in a slightly empty living room with a shelf and a brick.
Because I told the landlord to move the couch and the TV.
So I was sitting by my mouth, and I was like, “Doctor Ho, please, um, please.
# Stand up #
It became more awkward. We were like two wires in a storm.
Bar, helpless, desperate, but always standing.
XV.
Because there was no place to sit, I had to invite Ho Jungqing to my bed.
Sit!
It’s just to sit and check.
“Just show me the wound. I’m sorry.
Ah, you don’t have to tell me everything.
It’s not white.
I pulled my pyjamas down a little bit. He pressed it in the area.
“You’re well recovered. Nothing should be. If you’re not feeling well in a few days,
Let’s go to the hospital again. “I pulled the curtains in the dark, the lights were soft in the house and the breath was filled with hearts.
Jump.
So, “Do you want some pork? I’m sorry.
He stomped, stopped and scratched his pants, “Ah? I’m sorry.
“Ah, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? I’m sorry.
“Aah, um.
I get up and I go to the kitchen, “Well, then Dr. Ho will stay for dinner and go.
Thank you. Try my work. I’m sorry.
And he came up with me, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
I’ll open the fridge in the kitchen and see what I can do. I’m still good at cooking.
After all, for years.
“No, really. What if you’re tired? I’m sorry.
He frowns and leans in front of the kitchen, and he looks at me in a gray collar coat, black.
His pants, he’s very black and white.
“Or else I’ll have to cook. If you don’t eat, I’ll eat.” Right.
Dr. Ho, your food is not for free. I’m sorry.
When he was assigned to work, he was quick to say yes.
I almost forgot. “It’s not like I’m going to go out.
“Dr. Ho, come and help me. I called him in the kitchen.
“What’s wrong?”
He walked in to see the apron hanging around my neck and looked like it.
My left hand can’t go back because of the surgery.
Bullshit. I bought a lot of food to cook for myself, but it came back.
It’s lazy. It’s all over the place. Anyway, this is a new home.
First serious meal.
Ho Jungqing stood behind me, leaning from his waist to his two belts, and gently tied up.
Come on, “Can I?”
I’m pulling it loose, “Yes. I’m sorry.
Turn around, he hasn’t come and he’s up, and his hands are still in the apron.
“You don’t eat cuisine, do you?”
Face-to-face, a little closer.
“Ah, yes, everything else is normal. Less spicy, less salt. I’m sorry.
“Are you afraid of spicy?”
“No, it’s not good for your wound. He turned around and went out in the living room to open boxes and find tools. I’m cooking.
Open the taps in the room and wash the vegetables. Look out the window. The kitchen across the hall.
There’s a lot of people in there, too, and they’re coming out of the window to the neighbor’s fragrance.
I’ve been married to him for years.
Kind of day.
Turns out there’s a home like this.
A pot of rice, a plate of veal with veal, a dry-cooked chicken wing and a cold spinach.
Dinner’s ready and he’s over. I’ll take a look. Not only the table, but…
Clean up the box and the floor and get out of the door.
He went in the kitchen to get me some food and looked through the window.
Home. I’m sorry.
The neighborhood’s small. We’re not far. I know that. But the kitchen leaves here.
I wasn’t expecting it, so I was surprised.
We’ll have to stand by the table and eat the food.
“Dr. Ho, we’re having a bad day.
Have a good taste of the chair. I haven’t been cooking for a long time.
No, I’m not. I’m sorry.
“It’s delicious. I didn’t know you cooked so good. I can’t cook.
It’s still hard to learn, so I usually order takeout. * I can see he didn’t *
Half.
“I’ll make some food after that. I’ll tell you to come and eat. I’m sorry.
“Forget it, it’s too much trouble, too much shame. I’m sorry.
What’s the trouble, you just get married and I’ll make you eight a day.
“That’s right, a little girl who didn’t think she had the guts to live here herself. I’m sorry.
I thought he was talking about me living alone.
Kind of. I’m sorry.
He nods his head with the bowl, “Yeah, we don’t hate it, but there’s a lot of it.
It’s taboo to move a few houses around here. I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪ What’s wrong with that?
“Ah? Why?”
“Two people are dead, and they’re afraid of the wind. I’m sorry.
What? I’m sorry.
I almost put chopsticks in my 12-finger intestine.
“Don’t you know? For six months, we’ve been jumping off one of these two buildings. One.
Looks like he’s in debt because of bankruptcy.
It was all smashed up and jumped off the building. Jump down here. I’m sorry.
No wonder the housing agency said that the neighborhood was very rental, that there were plenty of vacant houses and that it was cheap, which was the reason for feelings.
He looked at me all day, “Don’t you know? I’m sorry.
XVI.
Of course I don’t know. Love is precious, life is more expensive.
Ho Qing has been rushing to eat a few meals, to say the wrong thing, to help me take the bowls back and wash them. I didn’t want him to help me with the dishes, so he couldn’t take him, he pushed him out of the kitchen and watched him work.
When I was done, I took him out, and he was a little ashamed, “Well, if you’re scared, you call me, and I’ll be right across the street, and I’ll be quick. I’m sorry.
A man comes back to his room and looks empty, but it’s kind of funny.
Turn on the lights in all the rooms, then replay the song with the maximum volume, and the communists must adhere to atheisticism, arm themselves with Marxist theory and weapons, believe in scientific worldviews and lifeviews, and fight tirelessly against all non-Marxist worldviews.
Good, not only is it not scary to be in the chest with a luminous, but the opening of the computer gives itself a new year of national post-graduate examinations, and even tries to rush out at night to build the great Chinese dream.
Just as I was relaxed, there was a noise like a broken glass upstairs, followed by a woman’s cry.
That voice sent me away again.
Just built a strong line of defense, the fire collapsed.
Go back to bed and hide under the covers and follow up on the war with the husband and wife upstairs, probably because the man was not working, the woman was accusing her of not giving her a birthday last year and the man of stenching her feet for almost an hour.
It’s not my gossip, it’s the sound of both.
I fell asleep in a trance and woke up in a voice I didn’t know where. Take the phone and light the screen. 11:11, good guy, he’s cold, he’s sweating and he’s rebooting.
I didn’t get up to go to the bathroom until I couldn’t help it.
After that, he went to the kitchen to get some hot water and saw Ho Jungqing’s house as if it was still on.
After drinking, go back to the nest, turn on the phone and brush things indiscriminately, and feel quieter and quieter, even the upstairs couple stopped. The quieter I get, the more creepy I feel.
At that time, a message came from the phone, and I threw it away.
“I see you’re still awake.” So scared? “Ah, I was asleep, and I woke up in a fight upstairs.
Quiet and terrible, and I can’t sleep again. I’m sorry.
He didn’t come back right away, so I scratched my cell phone to see something else.
He’s on the phone.
We’re all familiar, but it’s the first time I’ve had a call.
I couldn’t help but stare at that caller for a dozen seconds to get through.
He obviously didn’t get along much better than I did. Cleared his voice.
“Ah, um, what happened?”
“You’re scared. You put the phone on the side. I have a report.
Write, it’ll take a while to sleep. I’m sorry.
He wanted to be with me, afraid I’d be at home, but he was embarrassed to say so.
I certainly wouldn’t say no. I’m the one who sent it.
I’ll take it all.
“Good. I’m sorry.
But don’t say that the sound of this conversation did give me great comfort.
My head is not so tight, my lower body is relaxed, and I’m no longer in the middle.
It constricts itself into a conch.
Listen to the sound of his movements over there in Ceceso.
Okay. I looked at the screen, and it’s already at 11.30.
Okay. I’m sorry.
It’s a little sticky at the exit because it’s drowsy.
“It’s okay, I’ll sleep when you fall asleep. I’m sorry.
Maybe it’s late at night. His voice is unexpectedly tender and low.
The sound, it feels like he’s smiling.
But I’ve had a good night’s sleep, and I haven’t thought so much.
Yeah, well, you know what?
I don’t know when he hung up on the phone, but he heard a nice sound.
Ann. I’m sorry.
XVII.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been with Ho Jungqing.
He won’t talk to me without him.
It is clear that there is no more than three sentences to say.
That’s the day I went to review.
Get dressed, a shirt with short skirts, hair all over the place.
Crushed up, painted light makeup.
Hang up his number and wait outside the clinic. He met the young doctor who gave me dinner.
I’m Ho Jung-qing’s sister, and I’ve seen him so far.
“Come to your brother?”
“Ah, yes, review.”
The young man said a few words and his face was red and he couldn’t look up to me.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
I thought about it, and I’m sorry to tell him, “I do. I’m sorry.
He immediately apologized to me, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry to bother you. I’m sorry.
I’m being honest enough to feel even a little conscience.
After he told me he had arranged for him, he went to work.
Okay.
I’ve been waiting for a few more people, and I don’t know why someone in front of me is in there at all.
Not so long, I moved to the front door of the clinic to see what was going on.
The door was sewn. I saw it. Ho was inside and touched the girl inside.
The head, two hugged, the old radish face.
An ass like that.
Well, is this your secular desire? You’re the only one who can help me.
Does it hurt?
He also took the girl out of the clinic, laughing at her and saying goodbye and taping her shoulder. I sat under their faces and I heard him say, “Don’t worry.
It’s just as pretty, okay. I’m sorry.
Pretty? Where’s the beauty? ♪ Is that where I think is beautiful ♪
Well, Ho Jungqing, I thought you were a decent man. You said she was pretty.
I’m not pretty? Even if I wasn’t pretty, I had something else.
Is there a place to exaggerate?
I think my belly button looks good.
You didn’t find beautiful eyes!
The machine calls out my name at this time, and I stand up against the embarrassing Ho Jungqing.
“Dr. Ho, please, go to work. I’m sorry.
The mood in the clinic suddenly got weird, and the patient was so restless, so big.
My husband’s wish is to stop panicking.
I gave him the lottery, sat in front of him, “How do we review it?” Take off your clothes? What?
Take off? I’m sorry.
Ho Zheng Zheng sat next to me and whispered, “Yo Zhi, how did you
Already? I’m sorry.
Knock on the table with a finger section, “Doctor Ho, what’s wrong with me? I’m sorry.
“Mys, it’s not what you think. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and turned my eyes, and I said, “Of course I’m sick because I’m here. What’s wrong with me? I’m sorry.
He’s so embarrassed to pick up the lottery, “Looks fine. I’m sorry.
“Do you want to take off your clothes? I’m sorry.
“Yo, please, that’s my ex-girlfriend. I’m sorry.
Man, you might as well say it and make me mad. It’s like I’m going back to work.
“Dr. Ho, you really don’t have to explain to me whether your ex-girlfriend or your classmate or your patient is none of my business. I’m sorry.
He wanted to say something, and I went back with my white eye, “Doc, do you want to see me?” I’m sorry.
Ho Jungqing dared not say anything and began to do it honestly.
The review is subject to partial haematoma and absorption, as well as the continued growth of multiple and other fibromas and the need for a second operation.
When I’m done, I’m gonna pull up my clothes and turn in the colours, and I’m gonna leave.
When I passed, I thought about taping his shoulder, “Doctor, just now, I broke up, I’m single, and you and my brother will have a phone call and come out for dinner sometime. I’m sorry.
I smiled at Ho Ching after saying, “Brother, remember. I’m sorry.
XVIII.
He didn’t send me a message until I got home.
It’s good that my love is over.
To celebrate this big day, I bought a big, double strawberry butter.
Cake.
When I ate the cream cake, I felt so sad and emptiness, and I gave it to Ho.
I’ve helped him to get back together, and I’ve turned on my phone and amplified my voice.
Outgoing.
It’s getting dark out there, and the cake’s half full.
It’s blocked to the sky.
But it’s a shame to throw away too much.
Work hard.
The lights on the top of the head flashed twice and suddenly the Zla went dark.
I stood there, in a pitch black, and suddenly I was afraid to move.
It’s not all the same. People are in bad mood when they drink cold water. Think of it, anger.
I’m afraid I’m going to sit in the living room today.
Finish the cake. I’ll light up the candles and plug them in.
A few lights. Keep eating.
The candles were short, they were burning fast, so I ate them and changed them.
There’s a fight upstairs. Ping-Ping-Pong-Pong. There’s babies in the neighborhood.
Crying, and sometimes the wildcat screams.
I couldn’t stand to get up and close the window and sit at the table with my head on it.
Finish the cake.
The sooner you eat, the last thing you’re going to eat is a mouthful.
Maybe it’s because I eat too fast.
Get up.
It’s getting colder, and there’s a whistling through the window.
I don’t know if it’s cold or scared, but I’ve got a hyena.
Plum.
At this point, there was a knock.
I almost bounced out of my chair on condition, staring at that black hole.
The door, I can’t think of anyone coming at this time.
Yao-shin, it’s me.
When I heard Ho Jung-ching, I ran to open the door and saw him turn on his phone.
The flashlight in it holds the light. I can’t say anything. Tears come down.
He came near me, first he tried to reach out to the shoulder, then he took me.
Squeeze in the arms, “Scare. I’m sorry.
I cried on his shoulder, weeping, and I couldn’t tell because my heart was sore and afraid,
Still moved, maybe all three.
His eyes fell on the candle cake in his room, whispering,
“It’s your birthday today. I’m sorry.
And when I cried, I woke up, and I took my sleeves and I wiped my tears.
Crying said, “Hmm.”
Actually, no, I just want to.
Ho believed in it and felt more guilty.
Let me take you out for dinner, okay? I’m sorry.
Rip off his hand and go inside, “No. I’m sorry.
He came in behind me, and I sat back in the chair and saw him standing at the door.
Push it like that.
“Don’t stand there. Come in. Come sit down. I’m sorry.
I watched the candle burn out. I tried to get a new one and found it in the box.
There’s only one left. Light this last match, look at the little fire that’s beating. I asked him, “You.”
You know what I wish? I’m sorry.
He didn’t answer, but after looking at me, he ran away.
I smiled, blew out the candle, put my hands together and whispered, “Well, good luck.
Me, always free. I’m sorry.
XIX.
The fighting upstairs has become more intense, and women’s curses are accompanied by men’s roars.
I think love is about eternal torture, pain, resentment, hurt, and a little bit more.
It’s sweet enough to be deceiving.
“Ho Jungqing, I’m going to move out, and this time I’ll probably never see you again. I’m sorry.
The voice just fell, and there was a scream from the woman upstairs tore her heart apart.
The shadow fell from the window.
And I screamed, and my nerves were up, and my subconscious was sitting side by side.
Hitting.
It’s like a glass or a piece of china from downstairs.
It’s okay. It’s not jumping. It’s not jumping.
I’m in a state of shock, and I’m not going to stop wearing this. Ho Zhengqing grabbed my arm.
Shoot me in the back.
From the beginning of moving into this building, the horrors of the front and the back have made me a bird of shock, and the acts of Ho Jung-ching today have completely broken my heart.
“Why don’t you like me? I can tell you if you don’t like it! Don’t hang me so I can’t stop thinking about you! I’m sorry.
He saw me cry, the black light was blind, and he couldn’t touch the tissue, so he took his sleeve and he gave me tears. I’m sorry.
I was crying to him, “Well, you’re not cold to me, I’m sending you a message, and you’re hugging another woman! I’m sorry.
He cried and laughed, wiped the tears of the side, wiped the side and wiped the side, and rushed him to hold me in his arms, saying, “I don’t hate you, I’m afraid you don’t like me, and I just want to run away from your mother to get married. I hope you really like me, not to get married, so I’m afraid to respond. I’m sorry.
“What about the woman in the daytime? I’m sorry.
“She is a long-term break-up girlfriend, who is seriously ill and whose parents are not in the city, who are operating on her own and in the same hospital. I’m a doctor. I can’t leave it alone. She’s done surgery now, and she’s fine. We’ll never be in touch again. I’m sorry.
The explanation sought is heard and the line is crossed. So I got up and set the candle on fire again, “So do you really like me?
Or is it compassion, or is it the kind of compassion that you call a doctor? I’m sorry.
He didn’t answer, he asked me, “What about you? Do you really like me? And…
Is it because of your mom? Because I happen to be your doctor? Just in time.
You think I’m the right person at this point? I’m sorry.
We didn’t talk to each other anymore because there was no way to say it.
At that time, we couldn’t circumvent the so-called pure gaze of love and think of it as a love.
It’s a betrayal to have any impurities other than a heart attack.
But, in fact, your pity, your pity, your tenderness, your hesitation, your wandering, just because of you.
He’s in love, but he doesn’t know.
I’m still moving.
Twenty.
There, I think I’ll never get away with his patient, this title.
I was nervous, I endured the noise in the neighborhood, and I stood up in the kitchen a thousand times a day looking at him.
The movement. It’s not like me.
So I decided to move.
Because I don’t like the woman who loves him.
It’s a three-line city on the coast, and it’s not gonna be a big one in the hot season.
I moved to a house with curtains open to see the sea, with a straight and long road, one with a high-rise neon lamp attached to the city and a running river, and the other with a sweet sky with butter and a blue sea.
I moved the table where Ho Jungqing assembled to the new house and put it in front of the window.
When the weather is good, I’ll sweep a bicycle, blow the sea wind around the shades of the ring park, and sunbath. In the alleys of the new district, there is an early market every day, by 8 p.m., for fresh fruit and vegetables and seafood. Life almost quickly develops a pattern of getting up early and buying food, cooking, working, resting, walking, which gives me the feeling of some incomprehensible calm.
I am still in touch with Ho Jungqing, but it seems that there is a common understanding of each other that they are restrained from each other’s scales, that they are not too close or alien.
In the early autumn, the wind on the sea began to cool, and it was necessary to wear a coat to get out early.
The number of tourists in the beach park is finally getting smaller, and those hot places are going to make me go wherever I want.
Occasionally, I go to the sea with a shelf. I’m not a professional, very amateur, so I’m always picking up a few people to hide.
It’s a little cold in the middle of the day, and I put my knitting coat on my shoulder, and I was about to go home, and I heard a band singing in the square, and there were not many people watching, and I came over with a rack. What I didn’t realize was that the lead singer was Ho Jungqing.
In the evening, the white shirt, the arm of the skeletal prodigy stood there with the microphone.
Head. All around him was dark, and he was the only one who seemed to shine.
Of course, it would be better if the last sound hadn’t broken.
It’s not a bad laugh from the crowd.
Smile and back.
I’m the only one who’s cheering up and yelling out for him.
He heard my voice and he looked up to me in the crowd.
I looked at him smiling, and I saw him coming all surprised.
He’s got the microphone. He’s looking at me. His eyes are bright.
Woman, I got you. Be my girlfriend. I’m sorry.
The surrounding crowds are scattered in the middle of nowhere, thinking it’s love at first sight.
Well, start clapping up.
“No flowers, I disagree. I’m sorry.
It’s coming down, everybody. “Flows! Flowers! There’s someone over there!
Ho Jungqing immediately drop the microphone and run to the entrance to the park.
Buy it down and come back with a bucket. I looked at him from afar, and I couldn’t figure out if he was the one who could get married.
He looks great. This guy looks stupid. I love him.
He took the flowers out of his arms, he was breathing and he came at me step by step.
“Hello, I’m Ho Jung-ching. I don’t know if you’d like to be my friend.
FRIEND. I’m sorry.
My name is Yao-suk. I’ve never met you before. Please take care of you later, boyfriend. I’m sorry.
End
