41. Licking dogs doesn’t want to love anymore.
Licking dogs doesn’t want to love anymore.
Love rises with the wind: with your twilight and four seasons
The shiver suggested someone I might know, my enemy.
The video was about Wang Zhuo watching her throw the co-driver pig out of the window, in exchange for a bottle of rose-flavored car incense. When we were together, I embroidered with a needle and a needle and a needle and a thread.
The video was accompanied by a very aggressive writing: “How can my cabbage be watched by pigs?” I’m sorry.
The term punt.
One.
I’m the pig.
I didn’t know I had a famous nickname, “first fat in two.”
I fell in love with Wang Zhiran.
When I went to junior high, I was fat and my face was full of creeps because of family genetics.
I was once too silent to speak, and I became more impotent after being rejected by those around me, and then I received a “smugness” in my name.
I was caught up in a cycle of death where I was humbled, rejected, and more humbled.
At the time, I was very famous, because someone posted my picture on a sticker, and some of the “good” boys from nearby schools came to our school to look at my “school flower.”
Even the music teacher who looks gentle and smiles says behind his back that I don’t like bathing, stinking, like the “Eight Rings” in Western Travel.
Actually, I don’t stink.
It’s only because fatty likes to sweat, and because they’re often ridiculed to sit on their seats, it’s more natural to sweat, even when they bathe every day, it smells like sweat at noon.
I was caught up in serious self-questioning by a lot of complaints from my classmates and, more rightly, by the isolation of me.
It’s been 15 years since these things happened, and even if I had broken up with all my junior high school classmates, their faces would still be like ghosts in my dreams, like maggots, and they wouldn’t get rid of them.
When I was young, 15 years old, I didn’t understand why all the bad things about fatty, pox, ugly, and unsatisfied were going on with me, and I even thought extremely, if I could be as good as any other girl in my next life, I wrote a note for my parents.
To pick the right time to press under their mattress.
My mother was a full-time housewife, which led me to write my suicide note for three days and not to find that chance.
No one knows that my school bag contains despair of the world.
I’m out of my league at the games, the whole school.
The crowd suddenly blew up the pot, boiling.
I looked up and looked to the stadium, and the young white short-sleeved men picked up a bottle of mineral water, poured it out of their heads, laughed at the audience, and the water reflected the sun in my eyes and took root in my heart.
It’s beautiful, not as bad as me. It’s my first impression of Wang Zhuan at the age of 15.
I’m a young man like a vine that grows in a dark corner, longing for the sun and afraid of being stabbed by it, and I want to be close to such a beautiful young man in my heart, afraid that others will laugh at me, and afraid that the young will hate me like everyone else.
After all, the young man who came to our class in the middle school, he was too bright.
He is a popular figure throughout our county, and in his teens he became a second-level national athlete with a bright and certainly better future.
It seems as if the day is going on like this, in despair, until one weekend, when our school completes its course, when everyone comes home in three, three, two or two, and I wait for everyone to leave, as I always do, when a person dares to walk out of the school door when there is no one.
When I was alone in the classroom, there were a couple of fluent boys in the middle of the room, and they were swinging into the classroom and laughing in front of me.
I don’t know what they’re up to, but they’re blocking my way.
“Call me, Schoolflower. I’m sorry.
He bit the “school flower” so hard, the other boys laughed.
The empty classroom echoes their laughter, while a young man is standing at the door.
It’s Wang Drayran.
I think it’s good to be denigrated in the presence of a good man and to inspire my little universe, and perhaps I want to make a good impression in the presence of Wang Zhiran.
Then We broke up and cried out, “I am not a school flower. Get out of here.” I’m sorry.
The yellow-haired boy apparently stomped and then tried to push me with his hand: “Yo, he’s got a big temper. I’m sorry.
His hand didn’t fall on me.
No one thought that Wang Zhiran was in such a hurry to appear before me.
He was sweaty, and the sunset came out of his head from a window, and he turned against the light, and I could not see his face, but I was certain that he was a hero and a hero sent by heaven to save me from darkness.
I fell in love with him.
And he took a chair, and threw it at the ground, and he made a loud sound to them, and declared to them: “Whoever dares to bully the young, do not blame me for this. I’m sorry.
A little figure came out of Wang Zhuan’s body, took up a mop and stood by Wang Zhuan’s side to strengthen him.
After all, not in their own home, the boys stopped looking at each other, walked away and let Wang Zhou wait and see.
He’s so handsome, I think.
Then Wang Zharran took the small figure and told me, “This is my neighbor’s brother’s. I’ll cover you with him.” I’m sorry.
I looked at that skinny figure and said thank you, but I didn’t care.
After all, all the light in the Wang’s place is towards him, and I can’t see anyone.
Even though the days were better, he was unable to look after them at times, and those who were not in his sight were always approached by people who were laughing at me in some language or making a prank with a note.
I didn’t want to get Wang into trouble, I didn’t tell him that he was busy, after all, and that brother of his neighbor’s had a fight for three days and he had to deal with it.
It’s just, I’m sick, I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m sick and I’m just…
I can’t even sleep all night, but I can’t tell my parents that it’s hard for me to read, and I can’t bother them any more.
There’s only patience for ordinary people like us. Who else can reason with you?
That’s how I put up with the Middle Test and went to Wang Zhueran’s high school.
Fortunately, we were still in a class, and I was wondering if all my luck was to meet him.
Everyone in high school is so bored that no one knows my past except Wang Zhiran.
Because of my hard-working studies, my high school classmates don’t make fun of me, and my relationship with Wang Zhiran is getting closer, except for what happened in junior high school is a disease that I can’t get around.
Until the day I went to college, I found a sticker on a part-time summer break, and the manager wanted to delete all the posts about me, and I tried to erase the humiliating past.
And when he took my money, he told me, “What is your relationship to that pig?” I was paid to delete it yesterday. I’m sorry.
He made more money for himself and I didn’t care.
It was a moment when I was really relieved, as if I was standing by the king’s side with those black historys.
So now I’m pretty sure none of us knows about the past.
Except Wang Zharran.
But as my boyfriend, he made fun of me to please that woman with my past scars, hurt me all over, gave me a twitch, but quickly returned to peace.
Late at night, lying in bed, looking at the fascinated moonlight outside, suddenly found out that I no longer loved the man.
He didn’t come home all night, I was calm.
Two.
But a man like me, with him, is lucky enough to break up.
Maybe he won’t be able to wait until I mention it.
I’m still humbled and waiting for a message from him.
Two days later, at 6 a.m., I woke up to make him milky white and no soybeans, cut off two well-cooked heart-brushed eggs, thought about filling his bed with another piece of paper towels, and before leaving I opened all the windows and whispered to him, “Sleep after breakfast.” I’m sorry.
He sat with his frown on his head, drew paper towels and said, “Okay.”
Run to the office, take the cake, and I’ll say it’s my birthday, and we’ll go to KTV after work.
A glass of wine will be unstoppable for tomorrow Saturday, when it’s hot.
“Today, we must get our department’s tall, green and beautiful. I’m sorry.
“I can’t drink my stomach ulcer. I smiled and waved.
“You don’t drink, you don’t give us face. Come on. I’m sorry.
When I was out in the bathroom, I called Wang Zhuran, saying he was busy with his friends at the hospital.
I know how to take a cab to the hospital.
The doctor held the glasses and shook his head and said, “Do you know that the stomach is pierced a little later?”
I laughed and said I knew I’d pay attention.
My stomach ulcer is the beginning of a drunk word from Wang Zdraun.
He said I’d promise you if you could lose 40 pounds a month.
He probably didn’t think that a lowly fat man would lose 40 pounds in 28 days because he didn’t want to lose weight.
If you’re with him, don’t lose 40 pounds, just give him his life.
There is no turning back.
03
The window on the first floor took the medicine and the long line came to the door, and I went to the end of the line, and the eyes of the surroundings made me look down, and suddenly I was upset, and I was not the fat one, and I had a good face, and I was ashamed.
Take a deep breath, lift up your head and act like you’re taking a look.
And a man in front of the team came to me, and he was like, “Beautiful, look at you. Let’s change our positions and not make a difference. Just leave a little faith. I’m sorry.
I was so busy laughing at him, “Thank you, no…”
Before the word “use” was said, he saw Wang Zdraran and the woman who was with him.
High and tall, high and raised ponytails. I will know with only one back. I lost.
In fact, Wang Zharran has come and gone with a lot of women this year, and I have never taken a word of it seriously. Because I knew that he had been loving and ruthless since he was a child and that no woman could be around him for more than a month.
Oh, no, there’s still one.
That’s the exception at the moment, when all the women were invisible.
This is often the case in the world, even if you try to get thinner and look good, and you always feel like you’re down in front of your predecessor’s current generation.
So she deserves to be favoured and to be stripped of my scars.
With a box of four-season colds in his window, Wang Zhuren walked towards me, down my head, afraid they’d recognize me, like I was the one who cheated.
By chance, Cheng Zheng looked in my direction, and his eyes were filled with disdain and sarcasm, and he gave me a mouthful.
It’s a pig.
She’s still the same.
I stayed where I was, and I got stuck.
The first meeting with Cheng Jian was the day before the first year of the summer, when Wang Zhuran pulled her to me, pulled her hand, looked bright, and couldn’t hide her joyful introduction: Qingqing, this is my girlfriend Cheng Zheng, and we’re going to Shanghai Disney for a week. “It’s not like I’m going to be able to use my fists and punch my shoulder.”
Looking at my hand in front of her, she turned around and held Wang Zhiran, and my hand stood in the middle of the air, and I took it back, and the awkward nod.
The king was like a happy bird, pulling away, and his voice fell into my ears, saying, “She is my brother, and you are friends.”
Cheng’s disgruntled reply, she’s so ugly, she’s ashamed of me.
In order to provide cover for Wang Zhiran, I lied to my mother about going to school with Wang Zhiran, late for a week, when she said she would convey it to Uncle Wang and told me to sleep on time and adjust the endocrine.
I couldn’t sleep that night when the lights were off and I was lying on the back side of the dorm. I was afraid the lights were dark and I couldn’t sleep.
Thinking that we can no longer have the power, the power, the incompetence, the infusion of our noses, the tearing of our eyes and the fall of our sheets.
I was in my own grief, and a wild cat came in and scared me to cry, and I ran out of time to pick up the light and I tried to call Wang Drazen, and I was so upset that I wanted to hear his voice.
He was able to see his friends’ circle update his self-portrait with Cheng Yi on Mickey’s mouth a minute ago.
I lost my strength to call him.
I understand, I am not qualified.
It’s hard to say.
But I’m sad to cry, and it’s true that I’ve been crying in my dorm for hours.
When I packed my bags, I got a call from Wang Drazen, who was embarrassed to say he wanted to stay with Cheng for a longer time and wanted me to continue to cover.
The sound of Cheng Cheng’s voice came from her cell phone: “Why do you tell her so much? I’m sorry.
The king laughed and said, “There was no harm in it, she was speaking straight, so help me cover.” I’m sorry.
I hung up after that.
He’s ready to eat. I’ll never refuse if he asks.
So I spent an entire summer alone in the dorm.
It’s just strange that suddenly I’m not afraid of the dark.
Turns out to be a man’s body armor, which was worn out in wounds, and those who were once afraid and timid would disappear in a moment of difficulty.
“Hello. What’s your medicine? The voice of the window brings me back to reality.
Seeing them go away, I’m taking a breath.
Fortunately, Wang Zhiran and I didn’t recognize me.
Unfortunately, he didn’t recognize me.
4
Back home, there were dry clothes on the balcony, and the new bed sheets were covered with the smell of sunlight, and I suddenly felt tired.
It’s funny how I used to get tired at work, and I came back to see the leftovers of the dishes, the blankets on the bed, the socks at the door, and I was so excited to pack up, and now Wang Zhuan has done everything, and I’m so tired, because I know that he’s guilty and I don’t know why he didn’t break up.
I took a shower and fell asleep in my bed.
The next day he woke up and Wang was lying next to me and I didn’t even know when he was coming back.
It’s not normal that he comes back often late when he’s together, and no matter how late he gets back, I’ll wake up and get out of bed and make him a snack, but last night I didn’t know when he was lying next to me.
Maybe I got up too much, and he woke up with red blood on my eyes.
When he looked at me like that, I would certainly hold him and ask him what happened to him, but now I feel like I’m so lazy that I know he’d say what he wants to say, or ask what he wants to say.
It’s always been him, isn’t it?
When I was standing in front of the window, he drew a piece of paper, wiped his nose, and said, “You didn’t know I was back last night.” I’m sorry.
Don’t know what he’s upset about.
“I’ve been working too hard lately. “I don’t want to explain, I don’t want to question why he doesn’t remember my birthday.
Always.
“What time are you going out today? My mouth reacts faster than my head.
He opened his mouth as if he had something to say, but eventually he said nothing.
I went downstairs to buy breakfast, and at dinner he threw so much soy and water down there.
He likes to drink fresh soybean, loathes all sweets, especially spicy ones, which I’ve known for a long time, but I don’t want to do now.
After breakfast, Wang Zharan sat on the couch and didn’t know what to think. I packed his clothes and bags in my room, and accidentally a heavy thing fell into bed.
It’s a bottle of Zidane’s Berlin girl.
I know only one person who likes so hot roses.
I put my perfume back in my bag silently, if I had nothing to do with the room.
The king walked in and leaned on the closet, and I did not look up but felt his sight falling on me.
In the bedroom, the small dust on the clothing floats in the light and nobody speaks.
And when the pressure fell down, it seemed as if he could not bear it, so he went forward, and he took half of my clothes, and fell upon the ground, and looked at me, and looked up, and he let it out, and some of the explanations were: “You used to talk a lot.” I’m sorry.
He was wrong again, and I was so humbled that he was forced to talk to himself in order to make him feel comfortable with me, and then I wanted to talk to him.
I was reminded that I had lost my appetite, as if the last time I went home late and told him that someone was following me, he went back to a “Oh” or maybe the other time someone anonymously gave me a pig, and I cried and called him and said he was busy…
I can’t remember.
“We…”
He hugged me, his head was buried in my neck and broke up with what I wanted to say, “Break up.” He could smell the roses on the hair.
He didn’t finish his speech, the phone went off, he took out his cell phone and looked back and his body was flat.
I myself broke out of his arms and went to the living room and closed the door.
He left in a hurry, and the caller was Cheng Zheng.
5
It doesn’t actually look like the electricity shows that I know it was her.
The Berlin girl in the bag, and today’s date, reminds me that today is Cheng’s birthday.
So at first I was sure he was going out.
Not at all.
I’m only a day away from Cheng Jian’s birthday, but the difference is the sky and the earth.
After all these years, I’ve forgotten my birthday, my birthday, and every time it’s so powerful.
Those huge fragments of memory have flooded me, as if they had actually returned to their old days.
My first birthday was in our second year of high school, and Wang took me 10 months early to find a garden and move dirt.
To use his words to say that my body was in his care, and that he raised soldiers for a thousand days, so I had to help him with the earth and the flower pot.
500 jars of roses, 500 pellets of roses, and I ran back 167 times to the house he rented.
Wang Zhuran has to run and see every day, fearing that his flowers will run out of water or freeze to death, more than his mother’s. Finally, two days before Cheng Zhuan’s birthday, he was so happy to call me to cut the flowers.
And when I went in, I looked in the red, and the fragrance of the flowers, and I pushed the king out of the house.
He’s got nasal inflammation, he can’t smell it.
And We took the scissors and cut off a branch of the rose, and he cried out at the door: “Cyan, be careful, and do not cut my flowers. Come on, open the door.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t say you should be careful not to get stuck, but you should be careful not to cut my flowers.
I cut and wept, and I didn’t care that Wang Zhiran was jumping outside, and the tears were dripping on the roses, and the flowers were more rosy, like me and Cheng Zhen, and I had to make a foot mud.
999 roses, Wang Zhuran not only gave Cheng Zhiang a surprise but also gave the entire school a talk.
And every soul shall speak of it, and it shall say a word of goodness and envy.
On her second birthday, she was a big one, and all the students of her class came to see her on her way to America as a model.
I was with Wang Zdraun in silence, watching Cheng Zheng cut down nine stories of cake and passed it to Wang Zdraun with her name on it. She said she was sorry. I was going to dream.
That night, she was on a plane to the United States, and Wang was eating and crying under the main building with the cake.
When he ate, he asked me, “Is it worth me?” Did she say no? I’m sorry.
No, you’re a star to me.
But I can’t say that, but I can only watch him throw up and eat and cry with his head.
He was crying, and I was crying, except for him, who could eat sweets, plant flowers and cry so much.
Wang Zharan has had many girlfriends since Cheng Zheng left, without exception for more than a month.
When Cheng Qian was in senior year, Wang Zhuan was drunk and said, “I am in pain, what is the point of living?”
And I said to him, “Live to see the light, I’ll always be with you.” I’m sorry.
He rose up drunk, staring at my eyes, and he touched his glasses and smiled: “Well, if you can lose 40 pounds a month and get rid of the fat pig, I promise you, we’ll live.” I’m sorry.
Then he whispered with his hand at me in the air, saying, “Forty pounds, it’s almost as thin as a twilight. I’m sorry.
“Cingqing, I’m going out. I’m sorry.
When Wang Zhu Zhuo gently hit me, I turned back and noded my head.
Six.
I can’t believe I’m relieved when I see him on the phone.
At work on Monday, the Director General gave me a new project, and I was too busy trying to pick up people, write plans, competed badly within the company, and the Director General was afraid that other departments would steal ideas, and I had to walk away from the company.
It was only a week after the project started that I was able to relax and go home.
‘Cause it’s late at night, and I’ve called for a ride, and I’m in the car and I’m sleepy.
When I woke up and found that the surroundings were not right and that the empty road was never the way home, I made the teacher stop on the pretext of going to the toilet, but he didn’t listen. I grabbed my phone and called the police.
And he held me in his arms, and went into my blouse, and I couldn’t cry back, and this inability came with the fear of being beaten in junior high school, and my body did not shiver.
A taxi driver came by and saved me.
My whole body was shaking and the driver kept consoling me, and I was calming down.
I was in a taxi, and I was not comfortable, and the deputy came with a low voice: “Call your boyfriend and pick you up.” I’m sorry.
Yes, Wang Zrayan, I’m shaking to call Wang Zrayan. She said he was busy.
The car was still moving, and I kept scouring the driver and the passenger who was driving, and I found out that there was a passenger in the car because he was afraid and didn’t notice. He was wearing a black coat, a mask and a black duck cap, and could not see his face.
This makes me even more afraid to squeeze my phone in my hand and be ready to call the police.
It took a long trip to get into the residential areas to get a heart down.
And when We lie on the couch, We wrap ourselves in a blanket, so that We may not shake.
I was surprised by Wang’s movement when he returned.
He sat by me, exhausted, and said, “Ying Qing, he didn’t come back recently because of her…”
“Don’t explain to me. I’m sorry.
At this moment, I do not want to be afraid of his face, and he never knew how helpless I was in the wilderness when he was on a date.
“Let’s break up. I’m sorry.
Strangely, when I say this, it’s easier than ever.
“Who do you think you are? Who wants you but me?”
Apparently, he didn’t think that I broke up, that my words made him impervious, that he defended his dignity in love with evil words, and that his companions made him know better than others how to stab me.
After Wang Zhuren fell out of the door, I cried so badly in my blanket that it was a lie not to be sad and that we had come to this point after 13 years of thinking about him.
I don’t know whether I’ve been crying for so many years or for so long about this love, but I know very well that we can’t go on, that two people who pretend to be nothing can’t love each other, that a little bit of what they can’t say will never be at peace with us.
It hurts. It hurts.
Once feelings begin with humbleness, they end with despair.
This despair is not the feeling of an instant blow-out, but of a small accumulation of frustrations, sorrows, disappointments, which eventually erupts in a certain wind and a beautiful day.
7
This month since Wang Zhouran left, it seems like I suddenly found meaning to live.
In addition to working day by day, you learn to put flowers, spices and make perfume.
Actually, I’ve always liked all kinds of scents, because Wang Zhou has a nose inflammation, and I rarely use fragrance.
When I came home, I saw Wang Zoran cooking a hot pot in his apron, and saw me, and he asked for help: “You can wait two minutes for your favorite hot pot.” I’m sorry.
The natural tone was as if nothing had happened. He was just a good husband on a business trip home.
“My stomach ulcer. * Every time I finish the hot pot with him, I sneak up on my stomach and now I want to learn to love myself. *
And he took me in his arms: “Yingqing, I was wrong. I always thought I loved her, but when I was together, I realized I didn’t love her, but I just didn’t want to. I’m sorry.
And if he had said that a long time ago, I would have gone down like he was before, because he was my light and he pushed me into darkness, and now I just want to let myself go and not live for him, so I shook my head: I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He looked at me with no confidence: “Why didn’t you give me a chance, even though it was you who said you wanted to make a promise and you provoked me first? I’m sorry.
“Did you give me a chance to send a photo? I’m sorry.
Listen to what I’m saying. He’s freaking out.
“What, any more chance?”
He’s standing there and he can’t pronounce any syllables.
I actually received an anonymous delivery, a pig doll, a microblogging id on the back, just one, a photo of me in junior high school.
In junior high school, the scene was like a snake. “What are you afraid of? I’m busy. I’m sorry.
I don’t know if it was Wang’s consolation that worked, or if I wanted to get rid of the past, I bought a little pig cross embroidery and forced myself to embroidery.
I’m like a madman, I don’t sleep at night, I’ve been embroidered with needles, and it’s strange that I’m suddenly not afraid of the image of the pig, as if years of sickness were cured in pain.
And We attributed it to the King, Zoran, who put the cross in his car, and told him, “It represents my rebirth, and thank you for the dark days you have been with me.” I’m sorry.
When Wang had gone to the company after the crossbow, I watched his car grow as if the sky was bright, and then my phone rang, a strange phone.
The voice on the other side of the phone came into my ear.
And she made me fall like an ice-crawl, and she said, “Do you think that when you lose weight, you will love you?” I’m telling you, you’ll always be a pig in our eyes. Right. You remember the id that posted your photo on Twitter the other day? Read Wang Zhuan’s name. I’m sorry.
Que sera, sera, sera.
It’s a great idea.
I can’t believe it all at once, but I’m comforting myself that this is all a revenge.
When Wang was back, he was tired, he was too thin to cook for him tomorrow.
I’m optimistic that maybe that’s where I’m going with Wang Drum.
The king grabbed me by my arm in a state of panic: “Ying, listen to me, it was sent out of my account, and it was not me.” I’m sorry.
But you didn’t give her the photo?
It may have been said to everyone that it was a small thing that could be easily revealed, even as I thought, but it took me to love him once and for all, and it was only when I didn’t love that I found out that the past was never going to pass, that it would get out again while you were sleeping, going through similar things.
And suddenly the king cried, and he said: Will he not return? I’m sorry.
There’s no going back.
I loved him for 13 years, and lived for him, and I wanted to live for myself.
And We took off his apron and stung his shoulder like he stung me: “A man loves you for 13 years, and you have enough.” I’m sorry.
“Cingqing, I’m wrong, I’m an asshole, I didn’t treasure you, I’m an idiot, can’t I have a chance?” I’m sorry.
King Drayran.
For the first time, I was so looking at him and standing in an equal position.
“I don’t love you anymore, not because you did something wrong, but because we were wrong from the beginning. I loved you wrongly, even when I knew the truth, and thought it was all over, but you made a sword, you stabbed me all over the place, and then you gave it to someone else to teach her how to use it. I’m sorry.
I was wrong.
I was wrong. Too low a feeling won’t end. Love is only balanced if you come.
The king cried: “It is not fair to be green.” I’m sorry.
“Love is never fair. How could you ever be fair to me? I’m sorry.
He’s mute.
I pushed him outside the door, and I reached out with my hand: “Don’t forget the key to the room. I’m sorry.
8
I’ve deleted all of Wang’s contacts, moved, even lost my job.
It’s just like when you used to delete the stickers.
When I was standing at the door, my mother was so excited to help me with my luggage.
Her and my dad’s bodies are no longer hard, and my hair is white, and I suddenly feel so stupid.
For so many years, a man who does not love himself has to live for him, ignoring his beloved parents.
When my mother asked me what to eat, I lifted her apron around her neck and laughed at them: “What do you want to eat? Your daughter will give you a taste of my work today.” I’m sorry.
They wait for a moment, and a grown man of my father wakes up with tears: “Anything, whatever.” I’m sorry.
At the table, Mom and Dad ate so well, they were so sweet.
I’m not as good as they exaggerate. I love food.
Everything is beautiful with love, everything is bad with love.
After dinner, I took them out for a walk, and the family laughed. They didn’t ask me to come back all of a sudden, but they said something good about me all these years.
I’ve got a lot on my mind.
This is the one who loves you. They’ve been watching over you for fear of your grief.
He met Uncle Wang at the intersection, and he said hi to my parents, and he saw me coming back with shock: “When did Qing come back?” Where’s the bastard? I’m sorry.
I met his father when he broke up with Wang Zhuran, and he was a bit embarrassed, and he said, “Uncle Wang, I came back today without seeing Wang Zhuran.” I’m sorry.
“I see. Did you bring your boyfriend? I’m sorry.
I’m in the fog: “No.” I’m sorry.
“If you don’t find a boyfriend soon, Uncle Wang will tell you about my bastard.” I’m sorry.
Uncle Wang is joking.
It’s not funny. I never deserve his parents to know.
The next day, I went out to buy food and had a bunch of big buns, a little boy in a white suit standing in front of me.
“I’ll bring it up for you. I’m sorry.
He said he had to stammer and went back towards a middle-aged couple behind him.
Middle-aged women shook their fists and shouted in our direction: “Come on, come on, this time we must seize the opportunity. I’m sorry.
The boys were indignant to urge them: “Dad, take my mother away. I’m sorry.
I laughed at the boy: “Sister is strong, not heavy. I’m sorry.
The boy took what was in my hands and laughed, “The girl will be in pain.” I’m sorry.
He looked very young, and I laughed.
He laughed when he saw me laughing: “My name is Shaggy, 23 years old.” I’m sorry.
“Girl, 27 years old. I’m sorry.
“The Powder? Are you the Powder?”
“Sister, we have a destiny. I’m sorry.
He talks too much and is not shy.
“Where’s the fate?” I’m sorry.
“As the saying goes, a woman in her third year holds a brick. I’m sorry.
“I’m four years older than you, little brother. I’m sorry.
“Meet my sister, I can be 24 years old. I’m sorry.
On the way to the door, listening to all this nonsense.
Sister, why don’t you go? I’m sorry.
I stood still because I saw a man standing in front of my neighborhood.
He stood by the car, caught a half-smoking cigarette, looked at me, blinking.
I haven’t heard a word yet. A car rushes in, a sledgehammer blocks me behind, and then the sound of a brake.
Good on the brakes in time.
When Wang Zhuran came, Cheng Zhen came down from the car and threw the door very hard, she stepped on her heels and pushed him away.
“Why are you so rude, and why won’t you say it?” I’m sorry.
He turned his back on the roof, and cried out, “You are so green, you are so tall, why are you still haunting the king?” I’m sorry.
I looked at his back and suddenly felt safe.
I feel like I have nothing to fear in this world.
So I went to the puddle, and I looked straight in the face, when she lost her old delicate hair and her eyes were not red blood.
Mao wants to talk, I shot him to signal I’m okay.
“Cheng Zheng, did I haunt him? You both know that? I’m sorry.
And the king lit a smoke, as if it had created between me and him a curtain that could not be revealed, and he said, “Go back, I do not love you; I love the green.” I’m sorry.
And Cheng, with his red eyes, turned his face upon him, and left a sentence: “The king, remember what you said today. I got in the car and went.
The three of us are left behind in a strange atmosphere.
And the king laughed, and he was stiff, and he pointed at him and said, “You know who he is? I’m sorry.
“Shut. I’m telling you the truth.
“He still found you. I’m sorry.
The King’s smile was no longer sustainable, and suddenly he cried, and he said, “Can I not be given another chance?” I’m sorry.
“Wing Dreren, don’t hold back. Since the day I decided not to love you, no matter what you do, I’ve spent my life loving you. I’m sorry.
“Let’s go, sister. I’m sorry.
I hold back “good.”
And I held hands with the hand of the hand, and left a shadow for Wang Zron. And when I entered the gate, I turned back, and said to him, “Do not come to my sister after that, or I will beat him up once.” I’m sorry.
He’s still a little childish, but it’s weird, I think.
I haven’t looked back, but I can feel Wang Zhuan’s eyes on my back.
One step at a time, I know that this time we have done a complete farewell to the past.
So many years later, the sanctuaries asked me, “Did you regret the day I took you away?” I’m sorry.
“No regrets. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“Because we have fate. I answered him with his words.
“Where’s the fate?” # I don’t know #
I mean the poems on the table, and the page turned on red with fluorescent pens: “Low and small, green grass in the creek.” I’m sorry.
He smiled shyly: “Sister, you really strangled me. I’m sorry.
It wasn’t me who pinched it, he gave me the roof to keep it from the rain.
Aside from this: Wang Drayran.
I went to school in the middle of nowhere.
Ten-year-olds are being boasted.
That afternoon I was playing ball with the pony, and I suddenly saw a couple of people walking towards our class, and I didn’t care.
But it was the puddles who threw the ball away, pointing at the gangsters, and saying to me, “Traco, they will not do good in your class.” I’m sorry.
I picked up the ball, and I was thinking about how it would be better to throw it, and I said, “It’s none of our business. I’m sorry.
And it took the ball, and threw it away again: “Who knows not that you are in this class, if they were to bully your class, how disgraceful would you be? I’m sorry.
It’s like there’s a reason…
So I took the master’s attitude and I ran into the classroom.
A chubby girl is surrounded by a few people and her hand is holding on to her bag as if she was emboldened.
She cried out to a few of them: “I am not a school flower. Get out of here.” I’m sorry.
Such a big body, shouting like a weak cat, with no power, just like her own.
I didn’t even know her name if she didn’t whisper in my ear.
The punks still want to do it. Only the squeezing on my shoulder gave me a chair and then pushed me out.
I had no choice but to smash my chair on the ground with my head on it: “If anyone tries to bully you again, don’t blame me for that.” I’m sorry.
To be honest, I’m just saying it out of face, but I’m scared.
There’s three of them on the other side, and the hole next to me is just high on my shoulder, in numbers and power.
Good thing it’s our school, a few punks left.
And I was going to go after him, and the roof pushed me to the green, and I did not know what to say but to say, “The green, this is my neighbour’s brother’s. I will cover you with him.” I’m sorry.
It says she’s just young blood.
But he didn’t know what was wrong, he fought with the people who chewed their tongues every day, and at first I wiped his ass, and then I went to high school.
After high school, I’m not in the same school with the pony, and I don’t have a chance to play together.
In fact, he stopped playing with me, and he found out that I was doing it to get pictures of my eyeballs, and I had a fight and I stopped talking.
He’s very good at Qing Qing, but if he wasn’t as big as us, I’d suspect he was in love.
After high school, I discovered that Qing was in my class and that the only familiar face made me very happy, and then I became a good friend with her, and she had a lot of interesting talk.
I didn’t know I was so lucky with Qing Qing, we were still in the same university.
At the same time, I loved the dance college, she was so beautiful, she could say so.
As young pride grows up, it becomes unsatisfied with being a mediocre person, with so many good boys.
So I chased her so hard, I finally caught her.
I didn’t know then, it was the beginning of my loss of happiness.
Cheng Zheng is a proud and sober girl, and I’m getting into it, and I love her loco.
Even so, she broke up with me for the future.
On the day of the break-up, Cheng gave me a cake with her name as an end to our relationship, which kept me wondering whether I had a place in her heart.
Tears and cakes were swallowed by me, and greenness sat by me.
OKAY, I’M NOT ALONE.
I know she likes me, but I can’t like her, and she’s been with me for too long.
So when I learned that Cheng Qing was engaged, Qing Qing spoke to me, I felt like I was dead.
So she said something that she lost weight.
I admit that I wanted to take this time to give her and me a break, but I didn’t think she was really skinny.
So we were together.
If she was too kind to me, I thought I’d love me any more, and I thought I’d love her.
But Cheng Yi is back.
Cheng Jian told me she was going to be with me, and it was empty in my head.
Unlike the charisma of charisma, charlatan charisma loved charisma, and gave me no time for a process of acceptance.
I can’t bear to think that a young man would hide and cry alone in his room.
All these years of company, saying it’s fake not to like Qingqing.
But I’ve made all men’s mistakes, all I’ve ever thought about.
So I got what I deserved.
She doesn’t love me anymore.
She probably hasn’t noticed yet, but I realize she doesn’t care what time I come home, she doesn’t take care of my appetite…
Cheng Zheng, I’m not in a good mood, I’m starting to lose my temper.
I’m driving, she’s making a scene, I’ve got a headache, stop the car, ask her if it’s enough.
She looked at me with incredible eyes: “The King Zoran, you were not like this.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know how to get back, just looking at the little pig hanging in the car, and I don’t know what Green is doing.
Cheng Zheng was inspired by my silence, and she followed my eyes and took pictures of her cell phone and threw the pig out the window.
She may not know that she was particularly afraid that she would be a pig, that she would present herself in full to me, that she would love me, and that her dignity would prevail.
I was so angry I opened the door to pick up the pig.
And when I turned back, Qianjin cried, and she said with certainty: “Are you in love with her?” I’m sorry.
Am I in love?
I don’t know. I’m so confused, I’m walking in the street.
When I passed through the mall, I saw the perfume in it, and thought that the cyanide had never been used, I bought it for her birthday.
When I finished the purchase, I realized that Cheng Zheng was the one I had been upset with, and that I now love Qing Qing.
So I texted Cheng Qian, and then I hung up.
I wanted to ease the awkwardness of her birthday, but she kept avoiding me, and I was so mad at her unsatisfied attitude.
I’m so cute and pathetic that I don’t care.
And suddenly, I panicked, and I was afraid she wouldn’t love me.
I wanted to start over with her on her birthday, and I booked the hotel and dressed up to surprise her.
She said she was pregnant.
The child belonged to her predecessor, and I didn’t want to care. She told me at the end of the phone that if I didn’t see her, she would tell her about her pregnancy.
If it had been before, I was sure that Qing would have listened to me, but Qing had been feeling a lot colder lately and she wanted to break up, and I wouldn’t risk it.
So I went to the hospital with Cheng Yi.
It was late at night, my eyelids were pounding and the lights were dark.
Somehow I always feel like something big is going to happen.
I want to explain that she’s scared of me. She really doesn’t love me anymore.
I took her chance to get an explanation and she pushed me away and was determined to break up.
“Who wants you but me? I’m angry.
But Qingqing doesn’t seem to be mad at me because she doesn’t love me anymore, and whatever I do is in vain.
I was afraid she’d say something more scares me, and I ran away and thought I’d talk to her when she’d feel better.
But the next day, I got beat up.
It’s a puddle.
No one could have expected such a re-emergence.
He came for the sake of youth, so he loved it so many years and stood by her.
I was beaten to the hospital.
When I left the hospital, I went to the market and bought her a groceries and made her a hot pot.
She came back for a moment and I thought it was a good start.
So I told her to wait two minutes for the hot pot.
She said her stomach ulcer.
If you keep saying that, I’m afraid I’m going to leave and hold her and tell her I love her.
But she didn’t move. She said she didn’t love. She said so nicely.
It’s not fair that she taught me to love, but she said no to me when I fell.
She asked me the opposite. How could you ever be fair to me?
I’m overwhelmed.
She even told me about the photo, and it won’t help if I’m wrong.
Qingqing left.
She even quit her job to hide from me. I couldn’t find her.
I was drunk every day, and Cheng was always looking for me.
“You look like hell, people don’t laugh at you. I’m sorry.
Just smile. I’ve got nothing left.
I got up from the ground and poured myself again, with no concern for the eyes of the passers-by.
When my dad called, he didn’t mean to say that he was back home, and I was in a hurry.
He drove back to his home all night, despite how Cheng was shouting.
When I saw the easing and happy look of the green and the puddle, my heart was stung.
I admit, I’m jealous.
I found out she was coming when Cheng Zhen came out, but I only saw the greens.
It’s really obscurantistic to keep it in the back.
I showed her my determination to love her in front of the green, and I told Cheng that I loved the green, and Cheng dumped me and left.
But she doesn’t love me anymore. I’m wrong about everything.
And she held her hand together, and left me behind, alone at the door to see their happiness.
After they left, I was crouching in front of the neighborhood, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying.
When they got married, they did not send me an invitation, and I could only see Qing’s dress in the circle of friends.
She was really beautiful and fine, but I lost her forever.
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Love rises with the wind: with your twilight and four seasons
Twilight Hill Creek. Wait.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
