How does it feel to have a doctor’s boyfriend?
My doctor’s boyfriend, he’s got to go and smoke and drink, and he’s easy to meet, but he’s got a thing of purity.
Home washing machine 7, apple washing 13 times, hand washing after handshake 5 minutes.
Girlfriend’s been just me.
I’m sorry.
How’s the late moon? “I whispered, softly unbuttoned his white shirt.
Qin, Si, Lingjo stopped, “Can you not mention her name at this time?” I’m sorry.
“Why do you close your eyes every time? I’m sorry.
Lyncho was suffocating.
Lyncho was my husband married for two years.
Every time we’re having an underground affair.
Why do you say that?
The marriage that was duly married was fair and fair.
But each time we were in a dark night, thick curtains were drawn and the lights were kept on, like a pair of wildlings who feared being seen.
Maybe if he doesn’t see me, he’ll think it’s the late moon.
Lyncho has a white moonlight, a late moon.
They graduated from high school as a double doctor of medicine, and love ran for 11 years, a pair of enviables.
I was their high school classmate. On the day that Lyncho broke up with the late moon, he spent a month with Lyncho.
When the late month in the United States called for a rehab, me and Lynch were just getting married and standing in the Civil Affairs compound.
Seeing the light on the phone screen, it’s her name.
All of a sudden, Lin Jo’s eyes were full of tears.
Yes, and I always knew that Lyncho only loved late moons. But even so, I’d be cheap enough to marry him.
And now I too shall be recompensed.
Again and again, after dark nights, Lyncho went back to sleep exhausted.
Every time, I disgust myself.
“Linjo, Linjo…” I strangled his back with my nails.
He got sore and grunted.
“Will you come home with me tomorrow night? I’m sorry.
“There’s an operation. It’s got to be. I’m sorry.
“Tomorrow is our anniversary. I’m sorry.
“Let’s talk about it. He’s squeezing the road.
“You must come back! “I turned on the light with a remote control.
The light came down on his head, and it was a little gruesome.
And I saw the thin sweat of his abdomen.
Yeah, that’s the only time he needs me.
He said, ‘I have a pureness and desire in me, that no man can take away.’
“If only you could please me today. He took the remote control and turned off the lights.
Two.
I was carefully selecting the night’s wine at the wine shop, “I remember Mom. I’m sorry.
The mother on the other side of the phone was relieved.
Marrying Lynch is my mother’s greatest success in my life.
Even though my parents and my parents were so cold to my mother, so cold to my marriage for two years, my single mother never dared to come into my house and mine.
I hate them. But it was also released by the access to Lyncho.
I spent a day trying to put up a room with rose petals all over the ground and fresh perfume.
When the night is coming, replace the new black tuxedo.
A small tattered black silk dress. Sphinxy.
Until midnight, Lyncho didn’t come back.
I called him and nobody answered. I had to call him Cori.
“Dr. Lin didn’t have surgery tonight. He left after work with Corey. The little nurse returned to me.
As I was hanging up, another sound went into my ear: “Doctor Lin seems to have gone to the late doctor’s birthday party.” I’m sorry.
A slight “beep” in the head.
So my anniversary is the birthday of the late moon?
And on this day, Lyncho chose to stay late for the moon.
It’s a wonderful sarcasm.
More than 300 flat houses keep squeezing me, and every rose on the ground turns into Lincho and the late moon mocking face.
I couldn’t breathe. I grabbed a jacket out of the door.
3
It’s like running away, it’s like getting out.
“Let’s have a drink… “I went up to the top of the bar in a state of despair.
“Good lady, Long Island Ice Tea, Margaret, Free Cuba, Bloody Mary or Blueberry Tea? “The bartender spits out a long list of names under the dark lights, like an ancient witchcraft that forgets love.
“Free Cuba. * A canary that hasn’t seen light for two years in the marriage, and at this point the word “freedom” is tempting.
“I’m sitting over there. “I followed my finger to the couch behind me and walked back.
The bartender stopped me and smiled politely: “Ma’am, there’s a minimum consumer in the booth. I’m sorry.
The first time I came to the bar, I didn’t think so much of it.
I was just about to turn back and hear the lazy sound behind me: “She sits with me.” I’m sorry.
“Okay, Gu, no problem at all. “The bartender has a passion.
I looked in the eye and I thought this was some greasy guy.
When I turned back, I ran into Guo’s fine face.
I know he’s Kita.
Linjo has complained to me more than once about this “dude” senior medical student he brought, and last month he went to the point where he made a big fight. While helping Lincho with the wound, I saw the haemorrhage on the forehead of Kibaki, flashing in front of the clinic.
One is the hospital ‘ s young doctor, and the other is the dean ‘ s son, who decided to be cold-treated and still chooses to let Lincho take North Fat. Lyncho was up all night the day he got the news.
This is a great opportunity.
Lyncho, do you want to know what it’s like to be betrayed?
“Thank you. * I’ll sit next to Zhu’s *
He’s got a better face. Cold white skin displays cyanide in the forehead under the light and a red smile under the tall nose. A diamond earring in the left ear gave the delicate face a twilight and wolf milk.
It’s no wonder a medical student like this is throwing blood at someone so cold.
When I sat down, Guobei rose up and wiped out the smoke.
Gu, introduce. “A boy of the same age as the one who looks like North China, with a girl with a hip-hop face, “Sister, come to the bar and don’t wear such a conservative coat.”
Five or six boys and girls around laughing with beer.
I’m a little embarrassed.
“Don’t introduce him. “Don’t you have another game? I’m sorry.
Zhao Woo’s performance came quickly and exaggerated: “Don’t you tell me that I’ve forgotten that I have arranged for the next Man-Li Palace.” I’m sorry.
4
In the middle of the night, there was a lot of noise. This corner of North China, with me, is terrible.
Three couches were surrounded by a semi-circle structure, and we sat quietly in the middle of the central couch.
“Do you know me?” I’m sorry.
“I know. He’s holding a glass of wine and he’s keeping it simple.
From the back, his white shirt came out of a good shoulder cheekbones shape, like the wings of angels.
Tonight, he’s my angel. It’s just a black angel.
There’s nothing to talk about. He should know me. Linjo is his enemy.
It’s quiet again, and it looks like it’s just a little bit.
Retaliation and not letting me take my coat off.
It’s dressed in black ribbons for the anniversary of the wedding tonight. The chest is wide open, and the curves that rise and fall.
I looked back and looked at him. I’m sorry.
“What? I thought he was talking about a locket on my chest, and he took it in his hand, leaned forward and showed a nice curve on his neck, “A swan.” I’m sorry.
The fish are on the hook!
“I’m talking about that. He showed me a five-centimeter long scar with his right arm.
I had a sting in my heart.
It was the night after high school, when Lou ran into Lyncho and was bullied by a bad kid outside the school.
My parents gave me a flag and the school gave me a recognition conference because I saved the first good student in the school.
I stood on the stage that day and saw him smiling at me, and I thought that smile was worth my life.
“When I was little, I got caught. “I made up a small lie.
“Does it hurt?” His eyes are cold, but he’s like an undisguised heartache, like a starlight on a northern snow night.
I feel a little sting in my eyes, too, like I’m gonna cry.
For this scar, Lyncho only said one word.
He was standing in front of my bed: “Thank you for saving my life, you can tell me if you have any difficulty with the treatment.” I’m sorry.
He never asked the scar more, as if it did not exist.
5
“Wait a minute. @Jan25: #Jan25 #Jan25
A little while later, he came back with a transparent tattoo.
He carefully unearthed his tattoos, put them on my scar, pressed them a few times, and slowly opened them.
His wrists were clearly slit, he had a bit of a doctor-specific smell of disinfectant alcohol, and his fingers were cold.
The thick eyelashes almost reached my neck.
“Okay. * He suddenly looked up and smiled at me, nice pear *
It’s a peach red rose, with a scar of a leaf and three cold roses. Warm and cool.
“Thank you. “I felt the tattoo and told him.
“It’s like you. He looked at the rose, his eyes flashed.
I’m surprised.
He smiled down, sounded like a piano, and knocked on his heart:
“It will never be comparable.
The greatest rose ever.
The rose of the young Plato.
“Beside me, warm and blind roses,
Unreachable roses. I’m sorry.
When he said the last sentence, he looked at me with his eyes, and in his dark eyes he was moving unnamed emotions.
“How do you know Borhes? * I had a sip of wine to cover up my panic *
“What’s so strange? You think I’m illiterate?”
At least it’s not like this. I’m sorry.
“…”
“I’m not like a rose. It’s so tacky. I’m sorry.
“The common is never roses, but those who don’t know roses. “Look at me at the North, and the tenderness of the eyes and the desolation of the open sea,
There’s something breaking in my heart.
There’s something melting.
It’s light, but it’s sensitive.
“I’m just a woman abandoned by Lyncho. “I drank a large sip of wine, a free Cuba, warm and sweet, in contrast to me in the desert.
Guo Kita was silent and didn’t return me.
“It’s too late to take you home.” I’m sorry.
Six.
Gu north to drive a big white G. It’s a feeling of freedom when the cold winds of the night blow out, when no one is on the bridge, and Wang Fifi grunts “The Passengers.”
I’m all out of the blue.
“Do you drink and drive?”
“Nothing. I didn’t drink. I’m sorry.
“You didn’t just get a cup to drink. I’m sorry.
“I drink water. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you go to the bar and drink water? I’m sorry.
“I was going to drink. I didn’t want to see you. I’m sorry.
I remember that there was only Zhao Woo on the table that left a few bottles of wine.
“Why?”
He turned around and looked at me, and his mouth was up, and he showed up a shallow pear vortex: “I’m going to take you home.” I’m sorry.
The heart was struck again, like a thunderbolt in the night.
7
Never felt ten minutes so short.
Guo Kita parked at a distance of about 200 metres from the gate.
In front of the car, light a cigarette and wait for me to get out.
I couldn’t see his face in the middle of the morning, in the middle of the morning, in the middle of the white smoke.
“Go home, I’ll watch you go. I’m sorry.
He stepped on the cigarette head and put my coat on and put my hands behind my back and covered my collar.
I want to thank him later.
And he suddenly put his hand on my shoulder, and his voice begs:
“Don’t look back. I’m sorry.
Go to the front of the block and I’ll look back.
He put out the red light on his hands and returned to the car.
The lights were on and turned away.
8
I’m in the tub, and it’s getting light.
The blue bath ball’s flowers slowly woven pink.
And I touched the tattoos, and the red lily with the beads, as if his desire had stopped.
I couldn’t stop thinking about North China.
Want him to be gentle with my scars. He says I’m a hot, blind and unattainable rose. Think of him laughing at me. Think of him in the cold. He wants to smell his grapefruit with alcohol.
I know I must be crazy.
I loved Lyncho for 11 years and now I’m being held by someone who hasn’t spent two hours together.
As Lincho said, Guo Kitai is a lying man.
I’d like to hear him lie to me again.
But I can’t hear you. We didn’t even leave a contact.
Not even to say good-bye, but to return to one another’s lives, and no more.
I’m still Mrs. Lin.
He’s still looking for North China.
9
“I’m sorry I didn’t get paid yesterday. I left the wedding anniversary gift behind. I’m sorry.
Look, when I take a shower, Linjo talks to me through the door.
“I know. “Whatever I answer, he doesn’t care.
I took a deep breath and slowly sunk into the tub.
Lyncho’s gift is also the most expensive series of roses and my favorite jewelry brand.
It’s mediocre, it’s new, but it still holds my heart.
After these days, Lyncho was very good to me.
Every day I went home for dinner and laughed as good as I was in high school and even gave me a kiss goodbye before I went to work today.
I feel like I’ve never lived so well.
Even in the shower, the tattoo that was never wiped out was snuck off.
So, when the late moon’s tweet lit up Lincho’s screen again, I felt like I could barely hold it:
“Late Moon: Where are we going tonight?” Come back to my house?
Every word is like a blade, stabbing my heart.
Lyncho took a shower, and I was looking down at his cell phone, and he was like, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Nothing. I pretended to clean up the corner next to my phone, “I’ve been working for three hours, and I have to go back this late?” I’m sorry.
“Today’s night shift. He came out of the closet, changed his shirt, walked out of the bedroom, “I’ll be back in the morning. I’m sorry.
He’s still gonna be late for the moon.
And I can’t even ask.
I was too afraid to lose him, like I’d empty his life of 11 years.
There are two empty pillows on the bed, and how many pillows will be on the bed in the late moon?
Do they talk about me together?
Thinking like a line that broke my head, driving me crazy.
10
The moon is bright tonight.
And when the moon was looking, it was about to be seen that a place was empty.
There was nothing there, never cared.
But there was, there wasn’t, and it felt empty, like something was missing.
That’s the place Guo Kita sent me.
It is He who stands there, in the light of the moon, and sees me, and extinguishes the smoke of his hands, and of his hands, and of his own.
Far away is the moon rising by the river.
I don’t know.
I went to the bar where I met Kuo Chiu.
The familiar corner.
He’s been drinking with people and laughing so much.
A loose shoulder white T, a fresh, beautiful collarbone, a few rolls of throats, and a small bottle of beer is empty.
Gu, don’t… Zhao Woo is snuggling at the North China Arm, watching him suddenly look at me, and he’s following me. Let’s go!”
When they left, I sat next to Hokkaido and drank half a glass of whiskey on ice.
He was a bit drunk, light-eyed, pure and desireful.
“Only you are good to me. I held his arm and leaned my head on his left shoulder.
He didn’t say anything. He’s got half a beer in his right hand. I’m not moving, I’m not moving.
He smells of ablution alcohol, and so does Lyncho.
And We closed their eyes and breathed deeply into his neck, a fall of fascination.
He’s as cold as Lyncho.
But Linjo should be warm for the late moon.
…is desperate!
Music slows down, dark around.
And the devil sent him down, and We climbed upon the neck of North China, and pushed him down on the couch, and the whole body was cast in his arms softly.
Guo-thai didn’t respond, thinking I was going to fall, and I just wanted to hold me, and I was drunk, and I just pushed.
At this point he took his hand, which held me in my waist, and looked at me, and his face was so softly covered in the shadow of the light, and he was full of youths.
The tip of the nose almost touches the tip of the nose, and the alcohol makes the mood.
A thin silk skirt clearly senses a man’s hot reaction.
I want to sleep with you. I’m sorry.
His eyes were filled with blood and his throat was rolling a few times, and his voice was dumb: “I don’t have to sleep so much. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“Sleep if you want. But not because of others. I’m sorry.
I was rejected that night by Gubita.
Later, we drank a lot of wine and I cried in his arms.
In the arms of the familiar taste of alcohol, it seems to have done all these 11 years.
Eleven.
There are many things in the world that cannot be hidden.
Like, lies.
And like, love.
It was an ordinary wind and a lovely afternoon, and I went to bring dinner to Lynch.
It’s the chicken, tomato eggs, rice and soup he ordered the day before.
In the corridor, Linjo was wearing a white coat, visiting the house with a huge crowd of doctors and students.
The mask was a microbrow, and the students were walking around with a plate.
When I came over with my lunch box, Lincho took off his mask and said, “Think, so early, put it in my office.” I’m sorry.
Turn around and enter the ward.
Guo Kita went behind.
The white man next to him is Zhao Woo, with his face turned around and tried to digest our relationship.
I walked through the crowd.
The left-hand light saw Guo Kita wearing glasses, taking off his ear nails, and a young professional doctor dressed.
He was holding a tablet, leaning in front of the ward, pretending to look me in the eye.
My heart is pounding uncontrollably.
We have to push it, and the pace remains.
12
“So early for dinner. I’m sorry.
Push the door in, and the late moon sits in Lincho’s seat and concentrates on the game.
She looks the same as a few years ago, short-haired, light-haired, white-haired and cold.
“What are you doing here? I’m standing at the door and I’m faking.
“Corey’s not busy, come down and spin. She didn’t look so surprised at me. She kept down and played, “I didn’t mean to show you. I’m sorry.
After that, she didn’t mean to leave.
She wears the same watch on her wrist as my wedding anniversary, and it’s very impressive.
“I’m married to Lynch. He asked me to marry him. I’m sorry.
Since high school, I’ve been afraid to see the late moon. Now it’s like being brave.
She put her phone down, and she said, “Doesn’t Lynch really propose to you? I’m sorry.
When I saw her provoke, a fire broke out in my heart, and suddenly I was overwhelmed by weakness and fear. It was even a little cry:
What do you want? I’m sorry.
“What do you want? Is it about you? “The moon leans on the back of the chair, looking at the prey, “at least I’ve always won, haven’t I? I’m sorry.
“Bullshit! Lin Jo loves me…”
It’s not over yet.
I was hit on the sofa by a huge push.
The late moon screamed and stepped on the ground and ran from my face with the purple omelet soup.
There’s a lot of noise around.
I was paralyzed on the sofa, my brain was blank, my muscles were stiff, and I even forgot to call for help.
When I didn’t react, I was dragged into a white arms.
I’m familiar with the fresh smell.
The metal badge in front says:
“The intern, Guo Kita.”
I am in the arms of the North.
His back was a fight between men:
“You don’t have a knife. Why are you running? The more you scream, the more you run! I’m sorry.
“What are you shouting behind me? I thought someone had a knife, scared my head off and kicked in! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Surprise!
Gui Kita slowly let go of me.
My eyes are rushing to release the late moon, Lyncho.
Lyncho came to me with his mask on, and he was embarrassed: “Thinking, are you all right? I’m sorry.
At the moment of life or death, Lyncho consciously saved the late moon.
That means, give me to death.
Tears burst out of the air, blurring the sight.
I pushed him out of the house. I don’t want to hear any more explanations.
He must be in love with her, like I was in high school.
Then why did he give me a dream of marriage and death, and look at me every day for his loss and anxiety, and fall in this unresponsive single love…
All of the compromises and enthusiasts are so strutted at this moment that they evaporate with no trace.
13
“What are you doing with me? I’m sorry.
“It’s raining outside. I’m sorry.
Later, his anxious and concerned voice followed behind:
“Will you take the elevator?” Downstairs will hurt your knee. I’m sorry.
“Hold on, hold on, hold on. I’m sorry.
“Then I’ll carry you downstairs, okay? I’m sorry.
I didn’t give a shit about him.
“That’s how you treat your life-saver? “The sound of North China, with its obscurantism, jumped before me in a white coat, standing on two short steps, blocking my way.”
Seeing my eyes red, he rubbed my waist softly, with one hand gently on my back, and his eyes fell into a tiny star: Don’t be sad. You have me. I’m sorry.
I wept and looked at him with red eyes: “Can I sleep with you now?” I’m sorry.
In the north of the country, the neckline line rises with the head of the subdued place:
“If you’re happy, you can do anything. I’m sorry.
I finally fell down on my shoulder and cried.
“How about going home? * He’s slapping my back and whispering *
“I have no home, I have no home.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
14
Me and Lynch got divorced a week later.
It’s not a cumbersome procedure, the house and the car are all premarital property of Lincho, and the division of our property after marriage is clear.
I gave him Lincho’s pay card back intact. I’ve always been responsible for all the expenses at home.
Under the roof of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Limjo stood before me, covering me with the heavy rain that came in by the wind, and his back was all wet.
“Spoken, I’m sorry.” His eyes were like, “I can give you whatever you want.”
It wasn’t until this moment that he decided that I could really leave him.
And before that I might have been exulted by it, and would have been anxious to comfort him, and would have done something funny to make him laugh.
But that day I just squeezed the umbrella in my hand and looked outside and said, “It’s too rain, go back.” I’m sorry.
It’s really too heavy. We’ve got rain on our faces.
I told my mom about the separation with Lynch.
Mom was silent for a long time. Then he said, “Man, you’ll always come home if you’ve had enough.” Lyncho kept the money with you. You should be satisfied.
I was abandoned by the world by a phone call.
I didn’t sleep with Kita.
I don’t think it’s as bad as Linjo said.
He’s a very sturdy boy. During my marriage, I was restrained, and I was never at my own initiative, except in the arms of comfort.
It’s indignity.
And he saved me while he was in danger.
A good boy like that should not be my tool for revenge.
We have never had any contact, nor have we.
15
I rented a house in a remote suburbs, writing every day and night, as if I could forget my story in a single story.
Sometimes I go out and buy something that is necessary, and I wrap myself up so tight that I can see only two dark eyes, and I want to hide.
I bathed over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, and over and over and over and over, and over and over and over, and over and over and over, and over and over, and over and over, and over and over and over, and over and over and over, and over and over, and over and over, and over and over and over, and over and over, and over and over and over, and over and over, and over and over, and over and over, and over and over, and over and over, and over, and over and over, and over and over, and over and over, and over, and over and over and over, and over, and over and over, and over and over, and over, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and,
Love, pain, pain.
Hang on, hang on.
Weave in our hearts and tear me apart.
One night, it was dark and dark.
It’s dark till it’s quiet around.
The dark around me is so hard to suck on me.
Seems like you’re gonna inhale me into a black hole.
It’s boring.
I leaned down on the balcony and breathed in my mouth.
Until later, I knew how close I was to dying from depression.
16
I haven’t been out of my room for ten days when Guo-thai knocked on my door.
I must’ve had a dent in my cheek, described as dead.
Or, when looking at me from the North, there will not be a flash of surprise in your eyes, nor any pain in your heart.
And when I reacted, I shut the door.
A good-looking muscled arm holding the door.
Guobei smiled and naturally lifted up the fruit in his hand:
“Hi, I’m your new neighbor. Say hi. I’m sorry.
It’s a mess. It’s all over the draft I threw away.
I stood at the door and watched with his hands and feet so that he could clean up all the leftovers on the table and wipe the table carefully.
His eyes covered the table with antidepressants, and he took a look.
Don’t waste your time on me. I’m going to rot. I’m sorry.
I bowed my head to a cigarette, spit out a cigarette ring and laugh.
Guo-thai came, grabbed my hand, whispered to me: “Thus, you are sick.” Let’s go to the hospital. It’ll be all right when it’s done. I’m sorry.
I threw a cigarette ring at his face: “Doctor, I’m not sick. You better get out of here.
“Sith, you’ll be fine. “In the grey and white smoke, he breathed a little hard, his hands shivered a little, despite my refusal, hugged me, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here…”
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have provoked you. Just go. *I pushed him, and the ashes shuddered to the ground *
I’ve been held in my arms even tighter.
He put his chin on my shoulder, and his voice was a little dumb: “This time, I’m messing with you.” I’m sorry.
I’m really sorry.
I buried my head in the chest like a stray cat.
I don’t care if I get thirsty.
A moment of warmth, better than long sorrow.
Gubita helped me put out the smoke and gently wipe away my tears with cold fingers:
“Sensei doesn’t want to sleep with me. But I still want to sleep with Sensei. I’m sorry.
Look at me laugh.
Guo Chiu’s finger shaving my nose:
“I brought a little rose with a thorn. I’m sorry.
17
Guo Kita changed from a little wolf dog to a little milk dog.
Every day I drive across the city.
A doctor in a white shirt and a gentle and dissuasive state of mind called “Swissing Sister”, “Sweet,” “Sweet”, “Sweet” and “Sister” and called me heartless.
In sweet words, Guo Kita has taken over the guest bedroom and replaced all the furniture and soft at home.
There was a fragrance of flowers and a smell of home.
“You’re going to live here forever? I’m sorry.
Gu north is sewn to the injured grapes at the desk and blinking: “I will stay as long as my sister lives.” I’m sorry.
I admit, I often think of Linjo.
Perhaps the same reason for being surgeons, they have strong muscles, calm personality, firmness and determination in their encounters, and they rarely fluctuate.
Even at this moment, I am stunned by the shadow cast on my face by the white hands and long eyelashes washed with disinfected gel.
It was only then that Zhao Woo’s phone was picked up after the last beautiful knot of the grapes had been cut slowly.
“Guo, what’s the matter with you…” Zhao Woo’s opening words were quick and anxious, and I heard them clearly at the door.
After answering the phone, Guo Kita hesitated to come over and help me pack the chopsticks.
Like with Lynch, I’ve never been allowed to do any housework.
After all, a surgeon’s hand is a surgical knife. A little bump makes me feel sorry for the patient.
I’m not sure if I’ve taken antidepressants, if I’m stable, or if I’m angry because he left.
“Dr. Gu, I’m fine. Please trust your patient? I’m sorry.
I smiled and pushed him out the door and watched him come down the stairs.
The room was a lot cold in a second.
Guo Kita is busy, and even though he comes after work, time is not much to count.
But why is his breath everywhere in the house?
The medical exercise kit, his water cup, the unexplored Lego… even a new dressbox he gave me seemed to be abated, and his eyes were waiting for the master to come home.
I was lying on the couch and fell asleep boredly.
Because of the effects of the drug, I didn’t wake up until I was gently put on the bed, while I was covering my hand.
“You said you’d be back at 3:00. I’m lazy to ask him, it’s only midnight.
“It ended early and came back early. He leaned down and touched my face, and said, “Sleep, I shall go to sleep.” I’m sorry.
I turned on a lamp, and the bedside bottle was broken and apparently checked.
Cell phones were mistuned to silence, and more than a dozen calls were not received.
No wonder his eyes were red, like he cried.
Heart breaks a mouth.
Sunshine coming in.
18
I’ve been stuck with North China asking why he likes me.
He’s always around talking about him.
He asked me, “Do you really need a reason to like someone?”
“Of course, love always requires reason. In the past, in this life…”
I’m in the sofa, and I’m watching the Korean play on TV cry so hard, and I sobbing so hard, and a tonsils almost choked the esophagus.
Guo Qiu Qiu Qiu Qiu Qiu Ziu Qiu Ziu Ziu Ziu Ziu Ziu Ziu Ziu Ziu Ziu Ziu Ziu Ziu Zi Ziu Zi Ziu Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi
“That’s it. I’m sorry.
“I was never as afraid of losing you as I was of losing anyone. Before I met you, I didn’t think the world was worth it. With you, everything is lovely. I’m sorry.
Gu north is cold in his back, but his words are warm in his heart.
On TV, the man mumbling in front of her grave:
“If you hadn’t met you, would you still be alive; but if I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have had such a wonderful month of May. I’m sorry.
Love is so sweet and annoying.
19
The night in the suburbs was filled with smoke.
Music in the square. Dancing aunts, walking lovers, playful children, in the nighttime with a little late twilight, time becomes slow and slow, like a permanent flow of paintings in memory.
I sat under the abstract sculpture in the square with Gu’s north.
He was wearing a white basketball jersey, and even the legs of his kneecap smelled young.
Guo-thai’s good-looking, smug and all-faced.
After all, Lincho told me that a girl who pretended to be sick for a month was able to look at him every day while visiting North China.
“Why do you think I don’t really like you? “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.
“You should have a lot of choices, younger and more beautiful girls. “I licked the marshmallows I just bought from North China.
“I’ve chosen, since the first time I saw you, to think how good it would be to have a child if I could fall in love with you and get married. I’m sorry.
First time I saw you at the bar?
He met my eyes and turned his head, “No, don’t think about the past.” I’m sorry.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
He sat up, put his arms on his knees, looked at my eyes, looked at a rare treasure, looked at it, and it broke, “I want to love you, not just before, but now and then. I’m sorry.
Without me, there were two untimely visitors who interrupted the conversation.
“Can I give you some credit?” “The girl smiles a little shyly at North China, with a little pear shivers.
The girl’s friend smiled for help and turned his head and shouted “Sister.” I’m sorry.
“She’s not my sister. When I didn’t react, Guo Kitai stood up and pulled me up.
The two girls looked at each other and stopped before us: “Stop playing, you called her sister.” I’m sorry.
“I’m chasing her. “I’m not letting go of my hand.
“That’s the chance. A friend of the girl pushed her arm with his elbow.
The girl immediately pushed her cell phone in front of Guo Kita, which is the page where we can scan friends.
The Green Line on the page is a face of anger and frustration when looking at North China.
Hearts are touched, not self-sufficient.
“Well, it’s not like there’s no chance. I’m sorry.
I smiled and looked at two girls, holding their hands with marshmallows around the neck of North China and laying a slow, firm kiss on his lips.
20
And the moon shall be filled with soft beds.
“Sister, when did you like me? I’m sorry.
And rounded me with his arms, and his chin over my head, and he asked.
When was that?
Perhaps the saddest time was when he was alone, or when he was in danger, or when he was just tangled up, he looked at my tears with the moonlight and asked carefully whether it hurt me.
The pain goes with sweetness to the softest place, and I think of the entanglement with Lyncho on a dark night, where he never cared about my feelings, even when he was with me without the light on.
It was only for a moment that Guo’s vision was sharp.
And he drew his lips up: “Sith, enjoy now.” I’m sorry.
Sweet tastes, vibrating flames.
Dr. Gu will probably hypnotize.
A few days later, a few days later, a few days later, a few days later, a few days later, a few days later, a few days later, a few days later.
Dr. Gu is not the first. I’m sorry.
I looked him in the eye and questioned him.
“Does my sister compliment me?”
He looked down at me, and his eyes flashed through the brightness of the brakes, and his forehead was sweaty.
“Sister, I studied anatomy. Dr. Gu whispered to his ears.
“What? I’m sorry.
“It’s an understanding of women’s body structure. I’m sorry.
“Go north, you beast.” I’m sorry.
Don’t you like it?
“Don’t like it. I’m sorry.
“I’ll go?”
“Don’t. I’m sorry.
“No what? Don’t go, or don’t stop? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
It’s another night’s work.
The sky has fish belly white.
“Sister…” rubbing on me, causing me to tremble.
And I was frightened to stop him: “Glory North, you will not die.” I’m sorry.
“It was hard to sleep with my sister. He murmurs like he’s remembering something, and he looks at me, “You haven’t promised to be my girlfriend in Qin. I’m sorry.
I pushed him away and ran back to my bedroom:
“Take your life first, I’ll tell you tomorrow after work. I’m sorry.
21
Sunshine bright.
The shrink told me I’m perfectly normal.
The mood and the footsteps get up.
I went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of roses for the evening celebration with Guo Chi.
As soon as I got home, the hospital called to tell me something happened to Lyncho.
Director Zhang begged on the phone, “Linjo saved the wounded this time, and really wanted you to come visit him. Of course it’s up to you. I’m sorry.
I’m a little hesitant.
I don’t want to touch the past, I don’t want to be disappointed, but I’m somewhat worried about Lyncho.
After all, it’s only when someone so proud and calm is in the heart of a man who’s been through a hell of a lot to remember his ex-wife’s name.
I looked at the clock and I looked downstairs.
Guo Kitai parked in a white shirt, carrying two shopping bags and rushing upstairs.
I was a little distracted to try new clothes.
“Spoken. Want to see him? “I’m going to have to ask you a few questions.
“Will you be angry? I turned my head against his well-articulated face.
“There’s always a way out. * He looks to the ground, and his eyes roll with unnamed emotions. *
22
Lyncho was hospitalized in the bone, only he was in the ward and late months.
When I came in, his eyes clearly lit up.
I can also see that when the late moon saw it, it was not in my heart.
Proud people are the most indispensable catalyst of love.
The late moon has fallen in love with Lyncho and is in the wind.
“Spoken, girls have eyes like you. I’m sorry.
After the late moon, Lyncho said so slowly.
Yesterday, Lincho went to smoke on the roof and saw the light girl.
The girl was terminally ill, and her boyfriend learned to leave her, and she couldn’t stand the shock and chose to jump to finish everything.
Lyncho pulled her in the first place, but eventually she couldn’t hold the weight of the girl and watched her fall to death.
It’s the best story ever, and it’s going on and on.
One arm saves a man and sometimes only appears in a TV show.
At this point, Lim Jo is lying on the bed, with his arms hanging over his chest, and his beautiful face is pale, his eyes are low and his eyes are dark.
The patients’ baskets of flowers and fruit were filled with wards.
Director Zhang said that the strength of Lyncho to save the girl was beyond normal limits.
“You’ve done well. And We gave him apples and comforted him.
Doctors must remain calm and restrained at all times, otherwise they may fall into the pain of the patient. But Lyncho was too young to experience this for the first time, and there was a great deal of volatility.
“Sense, that moment I thought of you. She fell that moment. She smiled and said, “You’re hurting too much. Let go. Easy and natural, like you said on the day of the divorce, “It’s too rainy. Go back. # I don’t know #
Lyncho’s eyebrow piles of blue.
“Sense, remember? Last year I was in Wuhan, you called me every day, you called me. Now it comes to mind that I’m bored in my protective clothing and I’m looking forward to it every day, the phone you can’t make. I’m sorry.
“No one will wait for me to come home after you leave. I thought you couldn’t leave me, but I didn’t find you like a dose of chronic poison. I’m sorry.
This is something to be remembered, but it was nothing.
I handed Lynch the cut apples, and suddenly I didn’t know what to say.
“It’s time to change. I’m sorry.
Gubita picked up the medicine from the nurse at the door, walked in alone, changed the medicine and asked Rinjo about his condition today without face.
And when the record was finished, he went down to me and touched my head and proclaimed sovereignty: “Thus, I’ll take you back later. I’m sorry.
“You’re together? “Lin Jolle has apples, he closes the door and goes out, “Speak, do I have a chance? I’m sorry.
Lyncho looked at me, dark eyes filled with tenderness and thirst.
My heart is free.
Don’t be sad.
Half a year of depression, as if it had diluted the pain of the heart-to-heart. It’s only a rare red.
“The water is cold, I’ll get you another drink. * I get up and I get up and I get the cup. *
Lyncho reached out and tried to catch me.
I took an awkward step back and avoided his hand.
The moment I turned around, I remembered years ago.
Eleven years ago, the young man who was glowing at the beginning of the school ceremony was moving away.
The sweetness of the honeymoon, the bitterness of the night, the fragrance of the light, and the confusion behind it, have become a dark, dark journey.
That page of the year has been turned soft and silent.
23
The hallway is dead.
A few faces at the end of the corridor. In the hospital, it’s the best.
I drew the cup in my hand and looked out through the hall window.
The sunset leaves the last stencils in the city of Twilightby.
— Scrambled in the fire of marriage, not even a wedding ring.
And many of the pains and sweetness of marriage leave a mark on the heart like a dim ring.
Perhaps it is at the end of life and marriage that many things are understood.
About the trade-off in life, about how to love yourself, about a desperate hug…
It turns out that another man taught me…
“Sister. “As I thought about it, I suddenly heard a familiar sound.
“Hmm? I look back and smile, “Did you finish the surgery? I’m sorry.
“Well,” he noticed that I had Lincho’s glass, and his eyes were blinking, and he whispered, “Is it soft? I’m sorry.
“Doesn’t Dr. Gu, who treats patients, should be more tolerant?” I’m sorry.
“You’ve deprived me of reason, and now you’ve given me a sober thought. “Thought of the North put his hand in his pocket and whispered, turning away.”
“Why are you so serious…” I’m murmured and angry.
And yet, I couldn’t help myself.
And when the shadow of the sky was firm and firm, We followed it in silence, and looked at him in half, and suddenly a warm smile appeared upon his lips, and reached forth with his hand, gently pulling his back.
He’s a little bit of a figure, but he keeps moving.
Dr. Gu is so charming.
And We dragged him by the horns of his garments, as a lost child, and in his heart was full of joy and little joy.
— It has been so quietly holding his horns, passing through face-to-face or surprise or joyful faces, through wards full of life and death, moving forward.
Suddenly, a strong hand held my hand and put it in the pocket of a white cork.
A warm smile is also on the lips of a gentle and cold doctor.
It is only good to hope that we will never get to the head.
Quantified
Born from a doctor ‘ s family, it is like talking about life and death to discuss what to eat at dinner.
Until he met Qinish.
The blood-mining room is cold and white, and the girl in the white dress stares at the needles buried in the veins and remains silent.
Rh negative A type blood, 300cc.
She begged the nurse with a cry, “I can do it, I can smoke more.” I’m sorry.
The nurse is used to such a caring person, simply consoling and leaving with a blood bag.
Outside the emergency room, family members cried torn to pieces.
The girl in front of her listens and she’s all of a sudden sobbing on a blood pump.
Guo Bei Tsai beat her on the shoulder and handed over the tissue.
“He’ll be fine, right? The girl looked at him, a tear fell from her left cheek.
Guo Kita noded behind the mask and felt a little bit.
He felt strange and surprised, like he could walk into her.
She must have grown up in love. It’s so magic.
One year later, he came to the hospital again to learn how wrong his judgment was.
She’s Lincho’s wife, Qinth.
Dr. Lin whispered to her on duty that she had never loved her, that she was just a substitute for Dr. Lin’s window…
Nurses are gawking.
Look down, Guo Chiu, the pen in his hand is snapping, and there’s a pain in my heart.
Since then, this is the only human image in the vast dream.
The young girl’s eyebrow is full of butterflies and fragile hearts.
When he woke up, he was thinking about the dark night.
That girl.
I’ve been careful and strong.
He really wants to see how she looks.
He felt like he was being tortured and fell in love with someone’s wife.
Think of her, her heart can’t stop beating.
Even when Linjo and the late moon were playing with Qinish foods, a table was set up to fight him.
He has always been calm and restrained, but he is deeply disempowered by her story.
I had to drink to dry.
In the bar, she was in a state of desolation, with her eyelids stunned and her tears covered in her tail.
She is like a rose written by a poet: hot, blind, far away.
With Qinish, his heart is beating at every moment.
She doesn’t know.
He wanted to hold her in his arms, kiss, touch, enjoy her in the moonlight, and let her know that that was not something to be humiliated…
But she was the wife of someone else, even though she was lying on his body and said she wanted to sleep with him.
Emotion versus reason, morality and madness.
He wanted to be with her, but more so that she could reasonably choose her own happiness.
As a result, he rejected her over and over again, with clear eyes and long eyelashes shaking like little fanlets.
Until the Qinthian divorce, all the accumulated love became a thin volcano.
Her thin body wept on his chest.
He finally held her in his arms and kissed her soft hair…
That was the urge when I first met her.
At this moment, he held her hand, with a sense of loss:
“Sith, I was never as afraid of losing you as I was of losing anyone. Before I met you, I didn’t think the world was worth it. With you, everything is lovely. I’m sorry.
(overlapping)
## Frightened running fairies
How does it feel to have a doctor’s boyfriend? – A panicking answer from a running fairy.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
