Which moment did you decide to break up? – Chocolate Queen.

Which moment did you decide to break up? – What?

On the day Grandpa was unconscious, I was crouching at the door of the ward, shaking to send a message to my boyfriend, but I saw a new development five minutes ago.

“This is the happiest day of the year.” I’m sorry.

It’s not the first time that something like this has happened.

But this time, I know it’s over between us.

One.

On the day my grandfather died, his boyfriend sent a photo of him and his schoolgirls in a circle of friends: “The happiest day of this year.” I’m sorry.

I know he’s trying to make me jealous, make me care, and then go back to him.

But I don’t want to wait for him to grow up.

On the day of Grandpa’s funeral, the whole city had a little rain.

I walked step by step and put the urn in my hand in a small pit behind the tombstone and covered it with slabs.

That’s all that’s left of a man who was so tall.

I was almost wet when I walked out of the mausoleum.

When I got on the bus, Hanzawa sent a message.

It’s a chat between a girl and him, and he’s stuck and he’s pulled back, and he’s three words: “It’s wrong.” I’m sorry.

It’s his usual trick.

I’m going to show you what I care about. I’m jealous and I’m going to ask him anything.

And then he’d be proud and childish to tell me:

“I didn’t say yes. I just deleted it. I didn’t like anyone but my sister. I’m sorry.

But at this moment, I have just sent the ashes of my loved ones to my grave, and the emotions of life and death have been pulled out of my mind, even with the strength to type back his message.

I guess I’ve never been so cold before, and when I got back to school, Hanzawa stuck me under the bedroom and bit my teeth and asked me:

“Where have you been? Three days without getting back, Ha-min. Do you want to break up? I’m sorry.

It’s still raining.

And he did not have an umbrella, but he was drenched with loose, short hair, which was all over his forehead.

His eyes were also raining, like a poor, wet dog.

I was impressed at him at the beginning because he found me under the roof after the part-time job in a heavy rain and then held me in one hand.

“There you are, sister. “I knew you couldn’t afford to drive. I’m sorry.

“I’m waiting for the rain to stop.” I’m sorry.

“When the rain stops, wait for me. He said, “Don’t worry, sister, I’ll find you every time it rains.” I’m sorry.

That was the most beautiful word I’ve heard in my long life, and the first crack in my long-enclosed heart.

And We were in love with him for that moment, so many times later, when he was reckless, and did more than that, I always remembered the moment, and stayed with him until he was satisfied.

Then I took him and whispered, “When will you grow up?” I’m sorry.

The little boy, who was taller than me, grabbed me in his dress, held me in my waist tight,

“I just don’t feel safe, trying to prove my sister cares about me. I’m sorry.

I don’t know how I felt in that moment.

I was the one who didn’t feel safe at first.

It’s Han Ze’s face, he’s kissing me, he’s bowing down, he says, “I want to take care of you, Ha-min. I’m sorry.

“The love you didn’t get before, I’ll supply you. I’m sorry.

After all, it was me and him that were too young.

But today, I have no more effort than I have many times in the past to pull up the blurry pieces of memory and try to prove that Hanzawa really loves me, and that he has not grown up yet.

“Yes. I looked back and looked at him, “Let’s break up. I’m sorry.

Hanzawa looked at me like he couldn’t believe what I just said.

I rubbed my hand at the temple, and I continued:

“You sent the circle that day, I saw it. She’s beautiful, you’re the same age, you and she should be more suitable. I’m sorry.

I said that with a calm tone and even with some sincere suggestions.

He finally understood that I was serious, that the pride of my eyes had collapsed in an instant, and that he was pale to tear my sleeve:

“Sharmin, I didn’t mean that, I just wanted to…”

I interrupted it before I finished.

“It was probably your happiest day of the year, and you and your beautiful schoolgirl met, ate a hot pot, played a secret room to escape, and took a picture at the white slope by the lake.” I’m sorry.

“But that day was my worst day. I’m sorry.

“My grandfather had a brain hemorrhaging, and when he was taken to hospital, there was no chance of rescue. I’m sorry.

While I was talking, my memories were pulled back to that dark night.

I was crouching in front of the ward, trying to send a message to Han Ze, but I went into his circle of friends and swiped his new development five minutes ago.

He was carrying marshmallows, and he was very close to a well-dressed schoolgirl.

There was a light on the edge of the white slope, and there was only one single light at the end of the corridor.

In that moment, I realized clearly.

I was cut off from his world from the beginning to the end.

Two.

The first time I met Hanzawa was in the same rain.

The school organized school fairs, and one day the volunteers received a $50 subsidy, so I signed up.

Before the three-kilometre run, it suddenly rained.

I kept a list of such documents in my arms and ran into the side of the house in a panic while hiding under the rain.

Suddenly, a girl came and stuffed something in my pocket.

“Aoi, your pants have blood. She whispered in my ear and pointed her finger at me, “I gave it to you from my classmates over there. I’m sorry.

I looked in the direction of her finger, and across the rain curtains, I looked at the bright eyes of Hae-sawa.

The rest of the conversation and the meeting went well.

Unlike me, Han Ze is supposed to be a child growing up in a rich family, without suffering, with naiveness and willyness, so he expresses his heart and heart.

When he confessed to me, he prepared a big rose, a hundred.

“Sharmin, you’re my one. I’m sorry.

Hanzawa shoved roses in my arms and looked at me brightly.

“That day in the playground, it rained, and I saw you at first sight. I’m sorry.

And I said, “Why are you carrying a towel?” I’m sorry.

He stinged his head like he was ashamed to bow down: “It wasn’t with him, it was just a coincidence.” I’m sorry.

Then We thought that his love was pure and warm, and that he could remove any wrinkle from my heart.

But in fact, the other interpretation of naivety is childish and selfish.

In the third month after I was together, because I was on a part-time shift, and I couldn’t go out on a date, Han Zai took a good movie ticket, went to a movie with another girl, and sent a circle of friends.

The night shift was already at 6 a.m., and I stood under his dorm with tired bodies, watching a little bit of the sun rise.

When it was all bright, I finally got to Hanzawa.

“It was my bad that yesterday I broke my contract. “But you shouldn’t take other girls to the movies, and I’m not happy.” I’m sorry.

And he lifted up his lips, and strutted at me, and said, “There was no other female. That was a picture which I had taken by a passing man. I’m sorry.

“Sister, I brought you breakfast. Go back to bed. I’m sorry.

Later, more and more such events have taken place.

If there were a contradiction between me and Hanzawa, he would deliberately make me angry, let me bow my head, and then he’d give up, and that’s all.

At the end of the day, I’ve been getting so little that I can’t let go without a little love.

I’m always hoping that one day he’ll grow up, that he’ll understand and that the love I pour will grow in return.

But it’s just my delusion.

After the break-up, I lay in my bedroom all day.

The fever started midway, and Ogawa, my roommate, picked me up, fed me a bowl of porridge and took two more pills.

“I told the boss you were sick, and I said two things about your family, and she said to go to the lab when you’re ready. I’m sorry.

As a result, it became clear to me that Hanzawa was waiting downstairs the night I fell asleep, and Ogawa couldn’t make it.

Until this afternoon, the semi-finals of the school basketball game began, and he had to leave for the second round of the game.

I’m nodding, I’m taking a shower or I’m not feeling well and I’m going to the school hospital to get some medicine.

Turns out, on the way, a group of boys just ended up in basketball.

Han Zai walked down the side, saw my eyes shine, and called her “sister” and was forced by his teammates.

The two undergraduates laughed at me with guilt:

“I’m sorry, Hsmin, we just lost the game today. Hanzawa’s not in a good mood. I’m sorry.

Han Ze has been struggling so hard: “I want to speak to Ha Min!” I’m sorry.

“Forget it. “Don’t be ashamed, Han-taek. I don’t want to see you again, I just hate it.” I’m sorry.

He’s frozen, his lips trembled and his eyes were red.

A couple of men pulled him out of the way. I was leaving, and I found a man standing.

He was wearing the same red and white shirt as Hanzawa and had short hair cut clean.

His profile is deeper and higher than that of Hanzawa.

The college is small and famous.

I think a little bit vaguely, as if two years ago, when I first met Hanzawa at the campus, Jiang Sing was sitting next to him, right next to him.

And he turned his lips against my eyes and suddenly asked, “Is this going to the school hospital?” I’m sorry.

“…mmm. I’m sorry.

“I’m just gonna go get some medicine. Let’s go. I’m sorry.

I would have refused, but he has come to me very consciously and with me.

When I refused, I was swallowed, and I walked in silence, and my memories were about to drag me back to the night of the hospital.

In order to prevent my emotions from falling apart, I took a deep breath and whispered: “Are you here to be a lobbyist for Hanzawa?” I’m sorry.

The people around him suddenly stopped.

I turned my head and looked at the look on his side.

Even though they are the same age as Hanzawa, the eyes of Jiang Sing are not a bit naive and childish, but rather a sort of cold silence.

He laughed: “How can it be?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t have much contact with Jiang Sing, only a few times because of Han Sze.

He’s from Hanzawa’s next dormitory and he’s from the same basketball team. When I went to Hanzawa, I met him and said a few words.

I didn’t talk about it, and it was only once that Hanzawa and I were angry, and I was busy working on the final integration of insurance applications.

When you went to the printing room to copy the scholarship certificate, you happened to meet Jiang Sing.

“Is this what you asked me to do? I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I answered and asked, “Are you interested? I’m sorry.

He softened his head, looked at me, and smiled at his lips: “Perhaps he’ll have to ask her after.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think much, and I said yes, “Okay, you can ask Han Ze.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Remember the cage, we’ve come to the school hospital.

I hung up and took some cold medicine, and it was just as soon as I left that I discovered that Jiang Sing was sitting in a chair in the clinic hall as if he was waiting for someone.

The shoes stepped on the ground, made a slight noise, he heard noise, looked up at me:

“Are you ready? What did the doctor say? I’m sorry.

I said, “Oh, it’s a cold. It’s no big deal. Why don’t you go? I’m sorry.

“Wait for Aoi. I’m sorry.

When he came over, I found out he had a box of pills in his hand, like aerosols.

Asking, Jiang Sing held a handshake and said, “Swipe his hand in the game, so buy some medicine to spray it.” I’m sorry.

The tone is downplayed.

He’s the same age as Hanzawa, but he’s completely different.

He sprained his ankles before, hummed on me for a long time, and even the medicine was on me.

If you go near the Second Chance with Jiang Sing, I’ll think about it.

“You have time to persuade Hanzawa to stop this. It’s almost the end. I’m sorry.

He stopped and looked at me and looked at me. I’m sorry.

“Not really. “I’m tired and I don’t have the energy to deal with him.” I’m sorry.

Actually, I can’t afford to lose that guy.

But I think it’s too mean to think about it and swallow it back.

“Academe may have misunderstood me but Hanzawa and I are not as familiar as you think.” I’m sorry.

That’s euphemism.

I feel sorry for myself and apologize immediately, “I’m sorry, I did wrong.”

He smiled, and said, “But I would love to have a word with her. I’m sorry.

I spent two years with Hanzawa, and in the same school, almost half of my life.

Because he used to wait outside the lab for me with tea and dessert and even my coach knew that I had a boyfriend in undergraduate.

When the cold healed, I returned to the lab.

I didn’t know what to say about Jiang Sing, and I saw Hanzawa waiting in the corridor as soon as I left the laboratory door that afternoon.

Instead of talking to him, he followed me like a ghost, from the lab to the canteen and down the dorm.

As he was about to enter the dormitory, he finally reached out and grabbed my arm. I’m sorry.

I turned around and looked at him.

“You’ve been ignoring me since the last time we had a fight. I just want you to know I’m unhappy. I didn’t know it was your grandfather who died.”

Half of the time, he said, the sound suddenly stopped, and then a few more careful:

“I know I’m wrong. I won’t be angry with you again. I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth and found I couldn’t say anything.

It’s completely dark, and there’s a street lamp downstairs, a yellow light on Hanzawa’s face, which makes him feel guilty.

He still looks as naive as he used to be, and seems to be arguing with me, the worst setback in his life.

So he came to me to explain, to apologize, to make a gesture of compromise and softness, so that things could pass, as they had been so many times before.

I can’t get through.

At this moment, his innocence is nearer to cruelty, so unmistakable as to force me to see what I have been running away from.

These days, I come home early and late, and I fill all the hours of my experiments with all sorts of trifles, just to escape.

It is as if, as long as I don’t think about it, Grandpa is still living in his home village, serving his kitchen, waiting for me to take a break at the end of the month and tell me what happened this month.

As long as I pretended that nothing had happened, the people who loved me the most still didn’t leave me.

HAN Ze has reached out and dragged me away.

I strangled my heart and made a hard sound: “Han Ze, you are 20 years old, not a child, do you understand?”

“What does this mean to me? I’m sorry.

“I know I was wrong, but I apologized! I’m sorry.

He stayed a few seconds, and suddenly he got restless, and he said, “Your grandfather was sick and his death was not my fault! I’m sorry.

And I looked upon him with confidence, and there was a moment when the sound of a thunder struck in my ear, and the fragments of memory that had been raging in my head for two years.

The young man who found me in the rain, who held me tight and looked at me with his eyes shining bright, and whose memory was so beautiful that I completely ignored.

He wasn’t, he wasn’t, he wasn’t, he wasn’t, he wasn’t, he wasn’t, he wasn’t, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was

On the contrary, he was arrogant and cowardly and self-serving.

I looked at him for a long time, and suddenly I laughed.

Hanzawa. I said, “Look at your face now. It’s disgusting. I’m sorry.

Ha-min!

The lights were full of people, and I didn’t react, and the man’s fist was swinging on Hanzawa’s face.

When he stood in front of me, I saw the face of the bright light.

Han Ze was beaten in the face and stood up in two steps. I’m sorry.

“Who is sick?” “What did you say last night when you pulled two bedrooms together? I’m sorry.

The face of Hanzawa has changed dramatically.

The street light was glittering, and it was almost in a protector’s position to stand in front of me for a moment.

And he threw a sentence with his teeth cut out before his departure: “I knew that you had long been indifferent to Hamin. I’m sorry.

Because of that punch, the students who passed by are on their way.

Back to God, I whispered thank you to Jiang Sing and turned in the other direction.

After what happened, I couldn’t go back to my dorm as if nothing had happened.

At the end of the road is the school’s solar plaza.

On the night of April, the wind was still holding a silky cold, and I sat on the bench on the edge of the square and touched my cheeks before I found myself in tears.

It was supposed to be the end of Hanzawa and me that broke up in the rain that day. Unexpectedly, things fell apart to this point, and there was nothing left of dignity between us.

He sheds my scars in blood and brings me back to the night when I was alone in the hospital.

That night, I lost my only loved ones.

Or my own love.

Tears started pouring out again, and I opened my backpack for half a day, and when I didn’t find anything, a long hand grabbed a bag of paper towels and passed it to me silently.

Keep your eyes open. It’s another fire.

He had a cold eyebrow and a deep contours, which were supposed to be a sarcasm.

But at this moment, whether the moon is gentle or otherwise, he looks into my eyes, and there is nothing but tenderness.

I picked up the tissue and said, “Thank you. I’m sorry.

“If Aoi doesn’t want me here, I’ll walk away. I’m sorry.

He whispered, “But he won’t leave. Japan Square is no longer a teaching area and there are often outsiders, and I don’t trust the safety of Aoi. I’m sorry.

It seems to be natural, but somehow, from his tone, that the ghost in my head has flashed through the last words that Han Ze had just passed.

It’s like you’re seeing through my mind.

He opened his mouth in peace, saying, “Hanzawa is right, and I did have a different mind about her. I’m sorry.

“But I also know that this is not the time to talk about it. I’m sorry.

He said he came down a little bit and looked at me and changed his name:

“Shamin, I understand how you’re feeling right now, life and death is a heavy thing, but it’s always over. I’m sorry.

It’s a strange force in the voice of the Gangsing, as if it’s been a long time since all of its predecessors were appeased.

Apparently, he’s months younger than Hanzawa.

I thought of some possibility, of asking questions and of taking risks.

In a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth: “Academy is right, I have experienced similar things.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The moon was cold, and Jiang Sing was sitting next to me.

“When my father died in a car accident, I was 12. My sister was 8. It was too young to understand the definition of death, but it was vague to know that my dad would never wake up and bring me and my sister the latest toys and snacks. I’m sorry.

“My mother was in bad health, cried out of the air, and my neighbours and I had to go to the hospital and pick up my sister at the primary school. The next few days have been busy dealing with all kinds of things, without even a sad time. I’m sorry.

“until… until one weekend afternoon, when I wipe the table, I pick up the rebutted frame and see a picture of our family of four. I’m sorry.

“I cried worse that afternoon than my sister. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, he smiled.

And I feel so sorry for it: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tear you up…”

“It’s okay, it’s over. I’m sorry.

He had a cold acoustic line with the warmth of the stars.

“I can now think of him calmly, and I think my dad would have wanted me to remember him forever, but not always for him. I’m sorry.

“forever, even without him. I’m sorry.

And I turned my head, and I burned close to the eye of the Upper Gang, and there was a two-point light of a distant street light and moonlight even further away, like a shining star in the universe.

The wounds that were engraved in my heart finally gave him a brief leeway in his tender eyes.

Even, just this night.

That night, Jiang Sing and I spent a long time in Sunset Square until the dormitory was closed.

I was lying on my bed before I went to bed, and my phone shook.

I lighted it up and found it burning.

It’s Fluong-su’s “What I Keep You With.”

“Aoi, I hope you feel better. No, good night. I’m sorry.

I put on my headphone and I lighted that song in a quiet darkness.

“And the light fell, and he did not give up.” I’m sorry.

“So life, it’s like a song. I’m sorry.

Six.

Jiang Sing is right, when the sadness is released, it diminishes over time.

I only occasionally, when I see the dress that Grandpa fixed me up before I see it, wipe the tears of my eyes in silence.

It is clear to me that it was probably a talk about life and death together, and that my relationship with Jiang Sing was clearly close to a big step after that night.

Once upon a time, it was only because of Hanzawa that we had an intersection of nodes.

Even if I had.

As a result, after two meals in the graduate school canteen with Jiang Sing, I was put on the school white wall.

“What about your sister’s love?” It’s interesting to seduce two students to fight for you. I’m sorry.

I didn’t even know where the school white wall was until then.

Or did Kogawa send the link and the screenshot so I knew I was hung up?

“What’s this all about?” I’m sorry.

Ogawa is very angry: “Can’t anyone see Han Ze do something like that to punch him?” Besides, you broke up with him long ago, even if Jiang Sing liked you. I’m sorry.

In fact, in these days, Jiang Sing has kept his balance, and I almost forgot what he said at the beginning of the night.

But that’s when Kogawa mentioned it.

Jiang Sing did say he had a different heart for me.

But two years of love with Hanzawa has taken too much of my energy.

At least for this moment, I am not re-involved in a new emotion.

As if he had not seen it, the building saw a fire waiting outside the door and a few steps away from him, Hanzawa.

Two people lived next door in a dormitory and were members of a basketball team, which, although not too familiar as Jiang Sing had said before, was not so rigid.

When Hanzawa came out, his eyes were slightly bright, but he faded when he saw me go straight to the fire.

Ha-min…

He whispered.

“Academy saw the white wall.” I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

He took out his cell phone, ordered a few times, and handed it to me: “I have already sent them another post of clarification, so don’t worry, I will not burden you.” I’m sorry.

I’m going to look at it.

“I am Jiang Zhen, who clashed with Han Ze, but was simply indifferent to some of his deeds, so I see the courage. As for being in the canteen with Shermin because I’ve never eaten anything before, I’m more interested, that’s all. I’m sorry.

And what is the matter between me and Ha-min? Mind your own business. I’m sorry.

“…”

I sneered and watched the Han Zemir come around and whispered, “Did I cause you trouble again? I’m sorry.

“…don’t call me that. I’m sorry.

I had to remind him once again, “Hantze, we’re done. Do you understand? I’m sorry.

His lips trembled twice:

“But I don’t want to end it, Charmaine. I really know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t have upset you, I shouldn’t have purposely sought out those girls to make you jealous. I had nothing with them, and that night…”

He paused a little.

“If I’d known how hard that night was, I’d have gone to your side with nothing. I’m sorry.

He is still, as in the past, a man who speaks with all his heart, perhaps with all his heart, looking deep into my eyes.

But in my heart, there was nothing.

Our warm love, and the patience that was born out of it, were in the light of the road that night, and when his words came out, they were burned.

Left behind, only tired.

I can’t wait to see Hanzawa speak again.

“Hanzawa, you’re 20 years old and you’re not frustrated. It’s a small thing for you. It’s over. I’m sorry.

“But some of the harm is never going to happen again — don’t bother Hamin again. I’m sorry.

It’s not polite to say that I thought he would question Jiang Sing and ask him what position he was in.

But he was silent, and he was only whispering: “So I lost to you.” I’m sorry.

I haven’t seen Hanzawa for a long time.

In fact, the school is very large and the dormitories of undergraduate and graduate students are very far apart and cannot be met too often without the deliberate creation of an accident.

That’s why I couldn’t pretend it was a coincidence when I ran into Jiang Sung downstairs for the twelfth time in six months and heard him say, “What a coincidence, Ha-min, would you like to go to the cafeteria?”

“Flames of the river. I stopped him, and when he looked at me, he said, “I’ve been very busy preparing my papers, and I’ve been working on it, and I’ve been working on it, and I don’t want to be in love for a while. I’m sorry.

“I know. I’m sorry.

He nods his head, he doesn’t lose sight of it, he blinks, he blinks, and shows a few of the tricks that are characteristic of young boys, “but it’s only temporary, not forever, right? I’m sorry.

It was only at this point that I remembered that he was three and a half years younger than me, but a young man of nineteen years old.

I was too angry to be faced with him, so I went on saying, “I fear I will delay you.” I’m sorry.

“When someone you like opens up, it’s not a delay. I’m sorry.

And he smiled at his lips, and his eyes were full of thin starlight, “and I’ve waited that long, and that’s not too late. I’m sorry.

From that day on, instead of making coincidences and encounters, he began to wait for me downstairs.

Go to the canteen, go to the library, take me to the experimental building and return to class.

It’s like a quiet stream of water that slowly invades my life in a small, silent way.

When I realized that, it was only when I realized that I spent almost the rest of my day with him, except for rest and school experiments.

This afternoon, I came out of the experiment building and I saw the fire across the river.

I was just about to say hello, and two people came out of the slope, and I was like, “Shamin!” I’m sorry.

I look at each other, and when I see who these two are, I’m in the mood.

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

The middle-aged women in front of me have the same eyes, nominally, as my uncle and aunt.

But actually…

“Shamin, don’t be ungrateful. If I didn’t give you your father’s education, how would you get this good school? I’m sorry.

When she looked at me, she was a little bit greedy.

“Did your grandfather leave you his home after he left? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t bear to answer the sound, turn around and walk away, and she grabs her arm and yells:

“What are you doing? This is the house and land of the Hyats. Your brother is the only man in the house. Do you want to eat it yourself? I’m sorry.

She’s got a big voice, and she’s got a big voice.

Those who passed by were curiously looking over here.

I haven’t heard from her yet, but she’s walking across the road, holding her wrists, screaming, “Let go. I’m sorry.

He was so tall and sharp, he looked so cold at the moment.

“Who are you?” I’m sorry.

“I am Ha-min’s student.” I’m sorry.

My dad was saying, “Students, this is our family business and it has nothing to do with you. I’m sorry.

“It doesn’t matter for now, but I’m looking for Hae-min, and maybe the future will matter. I’m sorry.

Jiang Sing lightened his lower lip and didn’t see a laugh:

“If it’s a family matter, why don’t you go to the hospital and sit down and talk? I’m sorry.

However, it is clear from the civil registry that my parents are not them, but others.

So the head of the school sent people out in a polite manner, and then he came to me to ask me:

“Sama, it’s your family’s business, and our school shouldn’t have to interrupt. I’m sorry.

“But you try to deal with it, or it’ll have a bad impact and damage your reputation, right? I’m sorry.

I’m silent for a moment, low response.

Jiang Sing seems to have sensed that I was in a bad mood, leaned over my side and gently held my hand.

I looked down and didn’t come out.

The two men were gone by the time they left.

But I am well aware that by their nature, they will never give up so easily.

After all, in recent years, the village of origin has been demolished.

When I was five years old, my brother was born, and my parents were at home arguing for three days, and finally I was sent to Grandpa’s house, where the account was left to the distant aunt.

I’ve only seen them since.

When I was in school, I had some time to foster them.

My mother was very vigilant, and as soon as I got close to my brother’s baby car, she would have stopped me, put a little snack on me and made me stay away from him.

I didn’t know why until I overheard her talking to my dad:

“How can I be so careless? Look at her eyes, dead, sure won’t like Bao, it wasn’t like there was no news like that before…”

It’s not that there’s no ulterior motive. They think we’re close.

Until I finished my exams, Grandpa went to them for tuition, talked for half a day, and my mom said:

“Now that the State is promoting student loans, and that the family is not rich, she is a grown woman and should become independent. I’m sorry.

I do not want to dwell on these things, but the way the Gang is burning is very serious.

“Shamin. He said, “I’ll go with you every day. Don’t be afraid. I’ll be with you next time they come back. I’m sorry.

However, they did not appear for a long time.

My experiments and my papers have reached a critical period, and, with the final examination, I’m stuck in the academic ocean with little left to cope with other things.

By the time this is finally over, the term will be over.

Undergraduate leave is much earlier, yet the family, which is located in the city, is still sending me to the library and the laboratory on time, as was the case before the holidays.

The last batch of experimental data was finally recorded this afternoon, and I turned off the device, picked up my cell phone and sent a message to Jiangsung, “I’m ready.” I’m sorry.

When I saw the scintillating on the screen, I suddenly realized that I was completely used to his existence.

Half of the list was his share of the songs, followed by the usual text after the experiment and then waited for him in the lab.

Even because Jiang Sing went home today to pick me up later in the lab, the coach asked me, “What about your little boyfriend?” I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth, and I was a little embarrassed, “It’s a schoolmate. I’m sorry.

And she blinked at me, and she was a little bit narrow in her eyes: “Well, it’s a student, and it’s better-looking than that.” I’m sorry.

As a result, when the voice was heard, the Gang Sing went through the door.

The coaches saw the wind and the wind, and they said to him, “You’ve got plans to protect your school, too. I’m sorry.

“Yes.” I’m sorry.

“Do you want to come to me? I could be a sister to you. I’m sorry.

My face is slightly red, but the stars laugh: “I’d love to.” I’m sorry.

When we walked out of the experiment building side by side, I whispered to him, “Did you hear what I told you? I’m sorry.

“What line do you mean? I’m sorry.

And he looked at me, and he turned his lips and he said, “Is it the little boyfriend, or am I more handsome than Hanzawa?” I’m sorry.

The last half of the sentence sounds so brazen, yet it seems to me that he said it in such peace.

And We turned away from his burning eyes and whispered, “Not only his face but you and Hanzawa are different from each other.” I’m sorry.

“So would you prefer the kind of Hanzawa? I’m sorry.

And I swayed, and shook my head: “He is very warm, but like a spoiled child, even though he has no bad heart, he can do harm to others.” I’m sorry.

“Academe, do you remember? When Hanzawa came to see you, I mentioned that he had a meeting with two dormitories the previous night, in fact, to discuss how to save you. I’m sorry.

“He published everything, including about your grandfather. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, he paused and his eyes stopped on my face.

“So I had a fight with him before that night. At the time, the two dormitories were trying to convince them, and he kept asking me if I had thought about you since two years ago. I’m sorry.

“and then I told him, yes. I’m sorry.

I looked at him a bit.

When the sun is full and the sun is dazzling, the light of the sky is filled with ink and radiant gold, covered in the burning face of the river, and softened his sharp eyebrows and contours.

“Academy probably didn’t remember when we were in school, and you were delivering delivery at the fast-food restaurant outside the school, and you forgot to pack chopsticks. The boy is in a bad mood. You must go back and get him another pair of chopsticks. I’m sorry.

“Ah?” I looked at him with shock, “You’re the boy! I’m sorry.

It doesn’t look like much.

“…”and two seconds of silence, and suddenly he leans over and laughs at me, “Hami-min, don’t you remember? I’m the one who took chopsticks from his own takeout. I’m sorry.

The memory has gone back in this instant.

When it rained and I was wearing a helmet, I barely saw the angry face of the man before me.

I was going to go back to pick up chopsticks when I saw the apology not working, and suddenly a boned hand reached in the tilt, holding a brand new set of chopsticks.

“With this, new. I’m sorry.

He carried the boy’s shoulder, it was too rain, I couldn’t see his face, I could only hear the sound,

“What are you doing for a girl who’s in a bad mood when you lose the game? So much rain. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

So I met Jiang Sing, and it was on a rainy day.

He said, “When I heard you were with Han Ze, I was a little upset. Why did I let you get to know that it was me? I’m sorry.

“It’s also a coincidence that I arrived early in my physiology period at the school fair, that Han Ze sent me a sanitary towel and that she secretly warned me. Because of this opportunity, we have contact behind us. I’m sorry.

I have said it, but I have waited long enough to hear it, and I can hardly help but look up to him.

And he looked into my eyes with a glimpse of shock and regret.

I was just about to ask what happened, and he was taking a long breath and changing the subject:

“There’s a music festival in the south suburbs in three days. Fukuo-soo will come to the show. I’m sorry.

I promised to go to the festival.

However, on the night before I left, I suddenly received a call from a strange number.

After the call came through, there was a familiar, intoxicated voice, and I realized it was Hanzawa.

Since the break-up, all his contacts have been blacklisted by me, probably without a connection, so he changed his number.

“Shamin, can you come down and see me? I’m sorry.

I did not hesitate to say, “You’ve been drinking at this hour, so go home early.” I’m sorry.

And Hanzawa laughed, and said, “I have something to tell you about the fire of the Gang. I’m sorry.

“…”

I have to say, that’s got my soft side.

I changed my pajamas and went downstairs.

The summer nights are still hot, with dense water in the air, and Hanzawa is standing a few steps away, with warm eyes on me, with greed and some desperate pain.

He then took a small box out of his pocket and opened it in front of me.

“I bought you a ring I wanted to give it to you on your birthday. He smiled and he fell down, and he said, “But I lost you and I didn’t have a chance to give it to you again. I’m sorry.

I was silent for a moment and said, “It’s always been the path you chose.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, I am an immature, selfish, arrogant, and cowardly, but I really like you, Hamin, and I’m just… too insecure. I’m sorry.

I don’t want to listen to his confession anymore and just interrupt: “What’s the matter with the fire?” I’m sorry.

It took him a while to freeze to the ground, to re-open his mouth, and almost a twilight in his voice: “You really are nothing, you don’t care what I feel, do you?” I’m sorry.

I looked at him in peace: Yes. I’m sorry.

Hanzawa’s eyes were red, and he opened his mouth and said, “I’m sorry for you and I’m sorry for the fire.” I’m sorry.

“Shamin, the first time we met, it wasn’t me, it was him. It’s just that he answered the phone when you saw it, so you saw me. I’m sorry.

He dropped the stone and left his last words, turning around and walking away.

I’m standing there, and I can’t even come back.

I realized at once why I brought this up the other day, when Jiang Sing would look like that.

When I went to the music festival the next day, I hesitated to bring it up, and when I was distracted, Jiang Sing suddenly grabbed my wrist and suggested to me, “Fukuo! I’m sorry.

The day was so clear that the hot sun was pouring down on my swinging arm.

When I heard her sing “Life, it’s like a song” on the scene, the innumerable little wounds of the past years seem to have healed with the leap of notes and drums.

And suddenly I realized that the night was so late that Jiang Sing shared it with me.

Go ahead.

People and time move forward forever.

And right now, I want my way forward, there he is.

In the evening, Fukuo’s performance was over, and me and Jiang Sing came together to squeeze out the front of the crowd and breathe in the back corner of the lawn.

I hesitated to ask, “The school conference two years ago…”

And when the voice did not fall, the fire of the river before me suddenly turned around, and when I had not responded, he leaned down and grabbed my chin, and kissed it down.

That kiss didn’t last long, but my face was as red as it was about to be lit.

“I’m sorry to offend you. I’m sorry.

“But I don’t regret it. I almost lost you two years ago. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

And I bowed to his forehead and said, “So Hanzawa came to me because you told him, didn’t you? I’m sorry.

“Yes, I didn’t just tell him, we had another fight. I’m sorry.

He’s breathing a little fast, and he’s just a moment away. “Come together, Charmaine. I’ll provide you with the sense of security you lost before.” I’m sorry.

At this point, the sky has slipped from the dark to the dark, and behind it is a distant stage, the Orange Seafield, and it is singing Summer Rock.

“I put my summer in your hand.”

I put my summer in your hand.

This summer, it’s for me and Jiang Sing.

I closed my eyes and softly responded to the sound of “good.”

After returning from the festival, a few days later, Jiang Sing followed me to the cemetery in the suburbs.

Two months have passed since my last visit.

It is on the day of summer and the sun that the tombstone is laid on both sides of it, and it leaves a rare shade.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Hamin for the rest of my life.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll go next door. You can whisper to Grandpa as much as you like. I’m sorry.

I watched the fire go to the side, take away the sight and whisper, “Grandpa, I finally met someone who could look forward to it.” I’m sorry.

“It’s not blood that means love, and it’s not that I give up tolerance to get what I want. Now I understand. I’m sorry.

And when he left the Garden, he sat in his car, and suddenly Jiang Sing told me, “Your parents will never bother you again.” I’m sorry.

I was a little surprised to see him.

“As to what you said earlier about your village being demolished, I asked for information. There is a plan in the city, but it is still at the planning level and there is no next move. So we asked for help, and we sent out a paper saying that the demolition would not cost much more than the planned budget, but would have been fined because of the irregular division of the residence. I’m sorry.

After all, they came for the money, and now they can’t get the money and the fine. I’m sorry.

I saw the word in his words, “You?”

“I do not want to admit it, but I do need Hanzawa’s pen.” I’m sorry.

And I went forth for two seconds and said, “I will thank him.”

“That’s not necessary. I’m sorry.

Jiang Sing broke my face and kissed me on my lips, “I’ll thank you very much, but don’t see him again because I’m jealous. I’m sorry.

I can’t help but laugh when I see him like this. I’m sorry.

The brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the brightness of the light. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

After school, I ran into Hanzawa twice at school.

He seems to have grown up at once, walking at a low pace, and the light from some angles can be called sharp.

And his hand was always wearing a silver ring.

Looks familiar, but it’s none of my business.

Three months after we were together, I went home with Jiang Sing and met his mother and sister.

Aunty was a gentle woman who learned that I was coming, prepared a lot of food in advance and went to the kitchen after saying hello.

Jiang Sing held my hand so I could hang out with his sister for a while and then went to the kitchen to help.

His sister was a very lively little girl, and she took me to his burning bedroom, looking for a bunch of his old things.

After we laughed at each other’s photo albums, the baby star, who cried so hard, suddenly asked me: “My sister-in-law, my brother said you were the girl at the school fair two and a half years ago. I’m sorry.

I was like, “Ah?”

“It was more than two years ago that I had my first menstruation, and I hid in my bedroom and called my brother and asked him to bring me a sanitary towel. When it was brought back, it was discovered that it had been opened and that one piece was missing. I’m sorry.

“He said it was to help the girl he liked. I’m sorry.

“I was particularly curious to ask him what kind of girl he liked. One day he came home and told me not to mention it again, that the girl was already in love with someone else, and he could not disturb him anymore. And it was a time when his words had become less, or had he not lost his mind, and I was in a hurry and did not know how to comfort him. I’m sorry.

The late stars said that the sad mood was flashing and quickly turned into a smile.

She came to hold me: “It’s so good that you’re with my brother!” Believe me, he’s the best brother in the world. He’ll be good to you! I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but laugh at it: “I believe he’s the best boyfriend in the world. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.