52. Horror boyfriend
Scary boyfriend.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
My boyfriend, if I break up, he’ll cut me to death and be serious!
Zhang Zhifan, the current boyfriend, was in a dark alley at midnight.
It was the day my ex-boyfriend and I broke up.
My best friend saw me in a bad mood and insisted on taking me to a bar to relieve the pain of breaking up.
But I did, too.
I didn’t think that girls were a big deal. They didn’t lose a thing.
She was called off by one of her male gods and asked me not to return before leaving.
I was so sad with alcohol, I let her go first, I was alone.
I can’t remember what time it was. When I walked out of the bar, I couldn’t see much pedestrians.
I’ve kept a little bit of clarity, swaying through the streets, feeling the whole world, like my heart, in the wind and the rain.
At that time, a man wearing a mask, tall and dark, grabbed my arm and took me forward without saying anything.
I asked him who he was and he didn’t talk to me.
And I cried out, and he answered with a loud reply: “Honey, stop it and go home.” I’m sorry.
And then the harder, the more he took me forward.
I went to the alley where the lights went dark, and I grabbed the corner, and he couldn’t move me.
He looked around, nobody, and suddenly he slapped me.
My head was buzzing, and I saw only his lips moving, but I could not hear what he said.
He continued to take me deep into the alley, where I was beaten and followed me mechanically.
Suddenly, the man in black fell down.
I look back and see a thin, tall boy with a bottle bottled in his right hand, without a shiver…
The man in black had one hand over his head and the other on the ground, slowly rising up.
And save the boy who dragged me behind him, and only saw him with a bottle of glass, and pointed to the chest of a man in black, drawing a circle, and asked, “Do you know this, between the ribs, and not die?” I’m sorry.
When the man in black heard that, he fell down again.
“Bitch,” the big boy who saved my life, threw the damaged bottle around the corner, pulled my hand up and took me to the street, to the bright light.
That’s when I saw his face.
He’s got a lollipop in his mouth and a left-faced egg drum.
It is only that he is too thin, his eyes are thick, his eyes are full of blood, and he looks very tired and painful.
The way he looked at me was full of concern.
He pulls out a lollipop out of his pocket, strips off his sugar jacket and stuffs it in my mouth…
Yes, he is Zhang Zhufan.
I was in college and I was already preparing for a study, and I rented a house near the school for a quiet learning environment.
If Zhang sent me back to my place of residence, he asked me to call him on his cell phone and told me that he could be approached if there was any trouble.
I can’t thank you enough, but I’m a little bit confused. Think he’s a bad guy?
He won’t just break into my rental after leaving the phone?
It turns out I’m thinking too much.
He kept my number, said nothing, turned away.
I’m relieved, I’m coming in, I’m locked.
And the fear faded away, and we smote ourselves in the bed.
Wake up, it’s noon.
My left cheek, still hot, seems to remind me that I just had a bad night.
I opened the curtains and the sun came in.
Under the walls of the opposite building, there is a small shade of shade, where a man crouches and I look familiar.
He seems to realize I’m staring at him, and he looks up and smiles at me. Isn’t that Zhang Fan who brought me back at midnight?
Is he passing by again, or?
I was just about to say hello to him. He showed me his hand and left.
I touched my phone and only saw 13 unrecepted calls on the silent screen, all from ex-boyfriend Seo straight.
Lacey!
I stopped his call.
There are dozens of unread tweets, and, uh, what’s “not what you think” “is really cousin” and “sorry” “sorry I’m wrong?” I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
You’re tired of your cousin’s arms?
When a grown-up bitch asks to hold her up, you hold her up?
Why don’t you say I’m wrong?
Are you sure?
The more you want to get angry, the more you want to get angry! All social software, all of it!
After the operation, it’s like cleaning up all the trash in the house.
Zhang was mysterious.
He often appears in the afternoons downstairs of my rental room, sitting in a dark place or crouching, always carrying a lollipop in his mouth.
I talk to him once in a while when I’m downstairs shopping.
I asked him why he kept walking here.
He said he was afraid the bad guys from that night would come back for me.
Then I found out that the night when he brought me back, he had not left until three strokes of the day, and he wandered near my house, fearing that the bad people would come to me to avenge me.
I was moved and I was afraid, but I saw in his eyes full of concern and warmth.
The eyes are the windows of the mind, and they don’t lie.
Think of it, I’ll take it easy.
I sometimes eat with him, or walk around, and he doesn’t talk much. He looks tired, but he’s always happy.
He never mentioned the need to sit in my room or anything like that, which reassures me.
Over time, we know each other a little more.
He said that he had been so thin and his eyes were so heavy that he had become so sensitive to sound and light since he was a child that he had no sleep.
Since sleeping pills were now becoming more stringent, he could not sleep.
It’s very sympathetic to be young and often insomnia.
But sensitive people must be gentle inside. I think.
Suh has never come to me since I took him away.
Although he knows exactly where I live…
I also know in my heart that it was I who took the black out of him, and that he should no longer have any more fantasies about the straight guys after the break-up.
But there is still some frustration in thinking.
Huh, man.
About two months later, on a dark, dark night, I was washing, and only a quick knock.
Through the cat’s eye, I saw Seo knocking on the door, and he seemed to have a scar on his forehead.
My mouth was filled with toothpaste foam, and I asked him, “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
He didn’t answer, and then there was a beating outside the door.
I fell in the eye of a cat again and found out it was Zhang Fan.
He’s like a wood without pain, kicked and kicked, but not responding.
He was extremely calm, with his left hand holding on to his straight hair, holding his right hand in his fist, and punching with force and stability on the side of his head.
I’ll open the door and get out of here and tell them to stop fighting.
Zhang Zifan opened his hand, and Seo stopped his hand, looking at me, and said, “You have finally seen me.” I have something to say to you! I’m sorry.
“I won’t listen! It’s embarrassing, obviously, this time of year, this place, talking to the neighbors.
“My cousin is a real cousin! I swear I…
The last thing I heard about his cousin was that he stopped him: “I have a boyfriend, go away.” I’m sorry.
Suh looked at me incredibly.
I grabbed Zhangfan’s arm and said, “He’s my boyfriend. Do you understand?” I’m sorry.
After that, I pulled Zhang Van directly into the door.
Bang, I closed the door.
I asked Zhang Fan, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
“Come by, just to see you in trouble. Hmm. I have to go. I’m sorry.
“Where are you going?”
“Turnman’s economics, South Bay, can’t sleep, night shift. I’m sorry.
After that, he pulled a lollipop out of his pocket, shoved it in his mouth and left.
His image has become more and more mysterious in my mind, and I am not aware that I want to know more about him.
According to Zhang Zifan, he leaves the bar at more than 4 a.m. every day and goes back to his dormitory.
If there are lessons in the morning, sleep less; if there are no classes, sleep until noon.
If you have a class in the afternoon, go to school; if you don’t, come to my rental room.
I asked him to come back to the dorm at 4:00 in the morning. Don’t you have any friends?
He explains that at the third grade, the roommates were living together with their girlfriend, leaving him alone in the bedroom.
As to whether it was because he had no friends at my place, he said he couldn’t come around until he knew me.
He’s got a lot more glamorous than a sly-mouthed boy. I felt that way.
One day, he took me seriously and asked me, “Can I come to you every day at noon?” I’m sorry.
I know. “I’m here” is my rental.
And when I looked at him with his clear eyes, I asked him, “Do you really think I’m your girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
“When my mom too, if you want. I’m sorry.
“I want to be your father! I’m playing the fun track.
His face was blacked out.
Maybe, I’m overjoking.
But what girl doesn’t want to slap his boyfriend’s ass while he calls him Dad?
And when I looked at him as he was unhappy, I comforted him: “Well, come to me at noon, if you are okay, but don’t bother me with my studies.” I’m sorry.
He nodded his head like a child.
Zhang was quiet.
He came to me every day at noon and at first he had to find a way to block the curtains and even the light through the doors.
And then you go to sleep.
If I agree, he’ll sleep on my lap.
If I don’t agree, he’ll sleep on his own pillow.
While he was sleeping, I could read, but I couldn’t turn on the computer because he didn’t like the light from the computer screen.
Apart from that, there’s nothing else he can do to me.
I said he was hungry, and he ordered my favorite takeout;
I said he was thirsty and he ordered my favorite milk tea;
As soon as I sprained my neck, he came to massage me and relax my neck.
I was in a bad mood before I came to my sister-in-law, he was angry, and he was extremely tolerant…
I love this unhurried, calm life, where we each have our own living space, and where we live in thin water.
I don’t know if it’s love or not.
But, one thing, I’m clear, he needs me, he’s scared of me, he’s afraid of me leaving him.
Everyone needs a sense of “needed” to be able to represent their worth.
I’m no exception, I’m even enjoying what he needs.
It’s just that, over time, I slowly felt that he was showing fear of me, letting me go everywhere, something was wrong.
That’s not right. I smelled a big, bloody smell from him.
It was the third day of my great-uncle’s routine.
Zhang Zhang, as usual, came to me at noon, pulled the curtains, slept.
I went to bed for a while because of my stomach.
I leaned towards him and smelled a rich, bloody smell like rust, punching my nose.
I thought, “Oh, it’s over.
Thinking about it, I just turned on the flashlight.
Zhang Zifan saw the light, quickly covered his eyes and asked what I was doing.
I didn’t mean to answer him, but on the covers and the sheets, they were taken and never found blood.
But the blood smells the same!
I looked down and smelled around.
Finally found the taste from his black T-shirt.
I found the spot and asked him, “How is there blood on your body?” I’m sorry.
“Well, there’s a lot of nosebleeds today, probably on the clothes. I’m sorry.
“What’s going on? Are you sick? I’m sorry.
“No, you turn the light off, it’s too bright.”
He didn’t change his clothes here, so he took off his T-shirt and hung on the side.
I didn’t think much, but in the following month, I smelled his blood on several occasions.
When I asked him what the hell was going on, he was impatient, his eyes were flashing through the moods, and he told me in a chilly way, let me leave it alone.
The kind of indifference that turns me away thousands of miles away makes me have to stop.
It may be that I am aware of his bad attitude, and I can feel his apology, but he does not know how to express it, and he is always helpless, and I have not thought about it.
Autumn wind together means winter is coming soon.
Zhang Zhang has become more and more uncomfortable, longer than ever.
Until one day I saw my bed with a Swiss military knife.
I pick it up, it’s done, it’s about three or four.
He saw this knife, grabbed it like a baby.
I asked him to bring a knife.
He said there were times when the bar was unsafe and used to protect itself.
I didn’t ask much. I’m going to study.
By accident, through the slant mirror, I found Zhang Zhufan in a coma, with the Swiss military knife in his right hand, circled over the air…
The sound of my head, the first time I saw him, the way he saved me…
When he was with a bottle of glass and pointed to the chest of a man in black, drawing a circle while he asked, “Do you know this, between the ribs, and not die?” I’m sorry.
Thinking of it, I’m not chilling!
Then he started talking to himself like, “Do you know this, between the ribs, and not die?
“Doesn’t he die between the ribs?”
“Doesn’t a few ribs die?
“Will you not die?
“Death?”
I don’t know.
And I turned back and looked at him, and suddenly it became as if his eyelids were falling deeper and my mind was surrounded by fear.
I think it’s almost winter vacation, during which we’ll talk to him about breaking up and then cut him off completely.
By the end of the winter break, I’ll be back early, renting off, changing the house, never seeing him again.
But that’s not what I wanted.
I can’t wait that long.
Zhang’s frequency of coming to me is lower than it was before.
However, every time he came, he looked more or less in the eye, smitten with violence, and looked scary.
Once I went to Westgate to buy food, and at the end of the street, I found a lot of people surrounded and pointed at something.
I had the guts to walk past.
The scene in front of me almost shocked my chin!
There was only one stray dog lying on the ground, with a rusty knife in the middle of the ribs, the size of which was similar to that of the Swiss military knife.
Listening to a fat boss in a nearby restaurant, it’s been the third time that a stray dog has been hurt in the recent past, every time, and it’s scary… The point is that dog meat in the vicinity of the school can’t be sold.
My instincts, this is Zhang’s work. He’s practicing murder? How do you practice not to die, but the kind that scares people?
Who’s he trying to kill?
I feel like I’m spinning around. I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong.
Why?
Why did I meet someone like Zhang Zhufan?
Is he a man or a demon?
I had to cut him right away, and then run him over, and I felt like I was gonna be as miserable as this dog lying on the ground.
Zhang Zhang came to my rental house after the noon of a North Wind.
I helped him with the drapes, I talked about a few days that weren’t itchy, and he was in a stable mood.
He was surprised first, and his pupils were magnified, and after a few seconds, he kneeled before me, begging me not to leave him.
I hesitated a little, and he started swooping.
Seeing him like this, I lost my heart.
I’ve made up my mind that I could take a few more days and put it in a more moderate way…
But the next second, I saw the blood on his forehead, and I was determined to break up.
Maybe he saw me do it, and he took off his shirt without waiting for me to say it, and showed a line of elastic ribs, and his eyes were shining like beasts.
I’m scared of backsliding and screaming.
He seemed scared by my screams, as if the knife in his hand had become his hot potato, and he threw it out of his hands, and then he threw me down and apologized even in his mouth.
I couldn’t cry and held myself in the corner.
Zhang Zifan seemed so anxious that he didn’t know how to comfort me, but in a few minutes he walked away from my rental house.
I locked the door and cried.
Nightfall.
My legs are numb, my emotions have just abated, and suddenly I hear a rush to knock.
“Who is it?” I’m sorry.
The voice of the best friend outside.
I walked into the cat’s eye and made sure she was alone, opened the door, let her in and closed it quickly.
“Suh was stabbed! You! He wants to meet you. He says he has important things to tell you, not to talk about her, not to talk about her, not to talk about her, but to talk about her. I hope you have time to meet him…”
“Where is he hurt? I’m sorry.
“Tits, like this one. “The girl’s best friend has drawn a general position, although it’s vague, but the fool can see it.
“Who did this?”
“Don’t know. I’m sorry.
“I’ll go to him now. I’m sorry.
“I’m in the operating room before I come, and now I’m gonna have to wait a while…”
“It’s okay…”
I found a coat, put it on, and ran with my best friend to a people’s hospital not far away.
It’s the next day after the operation.
He whispered to me that he had been stabbed in the second rib to the left and suspected that Zhang had done it.
Although there is no evidence yet.
Because after we broke up, Seo went to me several times to apologize and make peace…
These were stopped by Zhangfan on several occasions, and there were several minor clashes between them, the last time I saw a scar on Seo’s head.
When he first saw Zhang Zhufan, he felt like he was sick and had a bad head.
He began to investigate Zhangfan, especially after being intimidated by Zhangfan.
After his association with the Student Council, he found Zhang Zifan ‘ s faculty and class, as well as his dormitory.
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They were fine in their first year of freshman year, and their roommates, at most at night, saw Zhang’s cell phone screen on the bed.
Later, on one occasion, the roommate was directly frightened and screamed.
At midnight, Zhang Zhang climbed up and down in a white underpants and walked around in the dormitory, when his skin was almost tanned into the night.
According to the roommates, that night, “a white underpants floated around the dormitory”, they thought they were dead.
Up to the second year, Zhang Zhufan’s three roommates either went out to rent a house or were accommodated in other boys’ dormitories with vacant beds.
Zhang’s sleepwalking started.
For many days, after dawn, he took out a Swiss military knife and wandered in his dormitory while he whispered what he said, “Stabbing wherever … won’t die.”
The scariest thing is that he walks up to a roommate who sleeps on top, with his right hand beating his roommate’s head in rhythm, beating his side of the ear from time to time, listening, and finally sighing, saying, “The watermelon is ripe.”
When the roommate heard these four words, he was too scared to pretend to sleep, jumped off the bed, had no shoes on, ran out and never went back to his dorm…
Suh, speaking in a bit of a hurry, speaking of the cardboard, went on to say, “It doesn’t matter. It’s important that you leave the man immediately. You can go back to the dormitory for a few days, when I’m hurt and help you move away.”
In fact, my heart has fully believed in what Seo said.
Because his description, as I have seen these days, comes to mind.
It’s just, what if I move back to the dorm, and Zhang finds the girls’ dorm?
I’m in danger. I’ll probably get the rest of my roommates involved.
I didn’t tell Seo that I had any doubts about that, but I told him to calm down and not worry about me.
He, the super straight man, suddenly had the ability to see people, and said, “If you do not want to go back to your dormitory, take your computer and go to Aunt Zhang, who is in our courtyard, she has a house to rent. She looks like a female tiger, but she’s got a good heart. She’ll believe it. You’ll understand.”
It was a good choice.
I noded his head and told him to say, “Absolutely. “
Reminiscent of my relationship with Seo for almost two years, even though he’s a big, macho, straight guy who’s always pissing me off, I’ve always been serious about something big and bad, and maybe I was wrong about him.
Sometimes, when couples talk to each other, and when they have a temper, what they admit is not necessarily the truth.
But I don’t know why, at this moment, there are a lot of words that can’t be said.
He has been looking for me all this time, and I am touched and grateful for the silence with which he has been protecting me, but I cannot even say a word of thanks.
Before leaving the hospital, Seo told me to release his contact information from the blacklist.
Call him in case of danger or trouble.
Better put his phone on the roof!
My eyes were a little wet, but I didn’t look back, just “um,” so I left the room.
I’m used to this kind of stuff, which I don’t know.
I was on my way back, having mixed feelings, putting my hands in my pants and holding two lollipops.
I instinctively tried to throw it away, and I thought that it was something that Zhang used to hang in his mouth every day, and perhaps it was the key time to stabilize his mood and put it back in his pants.
I went back to my rental house, and I hurriedly packed a few clothes, as well as daily learning materials, computers, and put them all in boxes.
When I was about to leave, Zhang was standing at my door.
He’s in, I’m out.
“You want to hide from me?” You don’t want to see me anymore, do you? I’m sorry.
I’m frozen, no nods, no shakes, I’m afraid to speak.
He looked at me and looked at me again with sadness and bitterness.
He pulled out the Swiss military knife, hit his left hand with it in rhythm.
He kicked him in the head and closed it.
And he strutted, and said, “Sometimes I think, if I die with you, it would be better for you to leave me.” What say you?
Fear permeates my heart, but now is not the time for fear.
You want me to say it? I said go next door to Mary and get out of here.
“I’m not leaving you. “I pushed the suitcase to the side, took a lollipop out of my pocket and handed it to him.
“Really? Zhang’s eyes are full of doubt and a little excitement.
I was hard-headed and noded.
He held me in his arms.
Since then, Zhang Zhang has stopped working at his bar and he has been watching me every day, occasionally in my rental room during the day, still not coming up at night and crouching downstairs.
It makes me feel even more creepy. What does he want?
Cat and mouse game?
The cat would have killed the mouse, but he didn’t move.
Are you trying to scare me to death and then eat meat and drink blood?
Think of it here, I’m sick of it.
I contacted Aunt Zhang and asked her to set up a room for me. I’ll be there by next semester.
Aunt Cheung didn’t say anything. Just let me go to the building and give me the key.
I wear a false mask every day, pretending to care about Zhangfan, and feel like I can’t do it for a few moments every day.
Zhang Zifan, on the other hand, seems not to have felt this strange, false relationship, but his emotions have stabilized.
He asked me, “Can we not go home? I’m sorry.
I was shaking in my heart and I asked him, “Will I not come home for the next year?” I’m sorry.
His eyes were dimmed.
And with Our counsel, he said that he would go home and spend the year with his parents.
I was relieved and very kind enough to buy him a train ticket.
I think as soon as he gets on the train, I’ll change the house and install the cameras that are ready and never see again.
I think I got a message from my best friend.
I didn’t have to bother him again, and I didn’t know what to do with this ex-boyfriend and I rejected him.
The new rental house, the height of the third floor, the security doors downstairs and at the door, the stainless steel-proof window, gave me a great sense of security.
I installed smart cameras at the door, and I saw everything outside the door in the bedroom.
Having packed these, I cleaned the front and back of the house, and it was more than 2:00 a.m. after all the personal belongings had been placed.
It’s not a good day out there, it’s a warm and wet stream, a winter thunderbath, and I think we can go home tomorrow.
I’m all washed up, accompanied by Bendred light music, to bed, lights out, ready for bed.
Half-dreaming, I woke up with a thunderbolt, like it was going to rain.
So, I put my headphones on, and I switched the music to rock and roll, to fight the thunder.
I don’t know how long it took a lightning flash to my eye through the curtains.
I just opened my eyes and my heart almost jumped out.
At the edge of my bed is a black man with no face, pale, and Zhangfan.
Another lightning stroke. I saw a chainsaw lying on the floor by the window.
I tried to turn the light on and he turned it off.
I couldn’t scream, shuddered and touched the phone under my pillow, touched it, unlocked it, opened the address book, called the first phone…
Zhang Zifan seemed to read my mind, lifted the covers, picked up my phone, hung up, turned off the machine, threw it aside.
Immediately thereafter, he turned on a lamp, which was a very narrow shadow.
He pulled me up and pulled another chair to the window.
He put me in a chair, put a lollipop in my mouth and said, “If the lollipop falls out of your mouth, I’ll slit your throat. Do you understand?” I’m sorry.
I’m crazy about the place, tears on his back.
He took out the tape, and he took me seriously and tied me to the chair.
He then stretched out his laziness, went to the window, pulled the curtains and was not moving towards the storm outside, wondering what was brewing in his heart.
Suddenly, he turned his head and played with the Swiss military knife in his hand, saying, “Do you know where it came from?” My mom loved me so much, she gave me protection.
“You know why I like lollipops? My mom loves me. She always buys it for me.
“You know why I saved you from being bullied by a drunk at the bar? My mother loved me. She used to be bullied by drunks.”
And from his crazy story, I finally got a clearer idea of his “insomnia.”
When he was very young, his father failed in his business, drinking all day long and gradually getting drunk.
Not only did his father drink alcohol, but every time he drank, he also had domestic violence, beating his mother every day.
As he grew older, he tried to stop his father from drinking and killing, with the consequence that his father beat him with his mother.
Ever since he was a kid, he’s always woken up in the middle of the night…
When he was 11 years old, on the night of a thunderbolt, the house was out of power, and his father drank too much and picked up his belt on him and his mother.
He climbed with his wings, moved along the bed, pulled out a Swiss military knife that his mother had given him to defend himself…
He said that his father, when he heard the sound, turned his back on him, accidentally hit the knife in the mouth and the knife pierced his father’s heart…
He thought the drunk dad was dead and his life would be better with Mom.
But I didn’t think Mom would marry soon and disappear in his life.
He yearned for his mother’s love, and he asked his mother why he couldn’t take him with him.
So he took all his misfortune to his father.
But his father is dead. How can he be angry?
As a result, he angered everyone who had drunk and had caused trouble…
He couldn’t sleep, he went to the bar every night, saw drunks do bad things, and he stepped up…
Is it a release of emotion or justice? Only he knows.
It was not until he saved me that he sensed the warmth of the world.
Because he feels like I look like my mother when he was young.
He said that I was gentle, kind, all the way he remembered when Mom was young…
He said I should love him.
He said he could never accept me leaving him…
Listening to this, my heart is blowing up waves, like a storm outside, destroying everything that could not have been prepared.
Instead, he remained calm and extremely calm.
Perhaps he was tired, and opened his little bag, and took out from it a bag of plastic bags, black, and looked up to me, “Does he have a pot?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what he’s gonna do, just shake his head.
He then shook his head and went to the kitchen to find a stainless steel basin.
He put the basin on the ground, opened the plastic bag, poured a pile of carbon into it, and threw a piece of solid alcohol into it and lit it.
Lights of fire, ding, ding.
I see. He’s going to burn the charcoal, and I’m going to die with him.
I struggled, but it didn’t help.
I threw out my lollipop and yelled, “Help! Please let me go Help me
He choked my neck, he squeezed my throat, taped my throat, rounded my mouth.
“I’ve stabbed a dozen people, and so far I’ve only regretted twice. He’s got a face again.
“The first time was, stabbed my drunk dad. You said if I hadn’t killed my drunk dad, wouldn’t my mom have gone? Even if she was beaten up every day, at least she wouldn’t leave me, would she? As long as he’s alive, she’ll be upset if she doesn’t get beat up. Only after she gets beaten can she feel safe that day, right? Then I knew it was Stockholm, right? Why would I let her go? She’s free, and she’s never my mother, is she? I’m sorry.
“The second time I stabbed Seo Nai, I saw you looking for him at the hospital. That was when I realized, um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t like it when Seo comes to you, I don’t like it when you have anything to do with other men, but my knife makes you want more and wants to leave me. Right? I’m sorry.
“If time turns back, I’m not going straight…
“If time turns back, I’m familiar with a few ribs, and I don’t die… ..my damn dad won’t die, and my mom won’t leave… ..
“Ahhh…
“But unfortunately, time cannot be reversed.
“In that case, let’s get out of here together, and this is… it doesn’t mean anything, the world.
“Ahhh…
“You said, can I call you Mom?”
“You don’t mind, do you, Mom? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I think I’m going to die soon.
I saw Seo’s coming, and he was holding a shovel and smashing the window window… Then I didn’t know anything.
When I woke up at the hospital, I saw Seo straight at first sight.
I asked him if I was alive…
It’s like I’m not finished. I fainted from a headache.
I later learned that on that rainy night, I called Seo straight, but before I could speak, Zhang was shut down.
Suh doesn’t know what’s going on with me, but by looking for my iPhone, make sure I’m in the new rental.
While we were in love, I sent him a computer as a Valentine’s Day gift and he gave me a phone.
If it wasn’t for this, I’d forgotten that we had activated the function of locating each other.
Zhang Zhifan died of prolonged insomnia, malnutrition, and charcoal burning …
I was saved, like a rebirth.
A few days later, my cousin Seo came to see me in my room.
She looked in red and said, “Sorry, sister, I’m sorry… I was really Suh’s cousin, and he called my mother’s aunt, and I was angry with you on purpose. I didn’t admit it was his sister, and I was too selfish. You don’t know, my brother used to be very nice to me, buy me a book, give me what he learned, buy me a cake on my birthday, and give me a change of money… He cares about me like my own brother, better than my parents do me. But since he’s been in love with you, he’s barely talked to me, and maybe he hasn’t noticed it, which makes me sad… But that’s not why I made it so bad. I’m so reckless. I’m sorry. Forgive my brother. He’s a good man, but he must be a good man. He’s always loved you. You believe me. I want you to be nice and loving, and you still like him.
And remember, the days I was with Seo straight, and I had a lot of willful places, and the pressure to study, and I had a bit of agitation.
It’s painful, I think, that love may be the only cure in the world.
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Published in 2022-07-14 14:25 Prohibition of Reproduction
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Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
West Floor, full moon. Wait.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
