9. Double paradox
The double paradox.
Love rises with the wind: with your twilight and four seasons
It was a day after noon, when I looked through my boyfriend’s phone, I accidentally found a picture of a woman.
It was only then that he had a moonlight.
His usual cups, his favorites, the flowers he gave me, were for someone else.
I’m just a double.
“How was my day?”
When Han-Yo came in, I turned around and laughed at him.
In a moment, I saw the light in his eyes, full of excitement.
Subsequently, his sight fell on his cell phone on the makeup table.
The cell phone was on the back of a girl, wearing a white dress, and a little tattered by a large wave of long and back.
– It’s like my costume at the moment.
It’s Han’s white moonlight. It’s his secret in his cell phone.
“Looks good. I’m sorry.
Han Yeo noded his head and laughed, “This dress suits you well. I’m sorry.
When I smiled, I took the phone and put it in his hand: “Don’t be so careless outside and lose it.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay attention. I’m sorry.
Han smiled and rubbed my hair and turned away.
After he left, my smile fell apart a little bit.
Pick up the tampons and wipe your face off.
I’m still alive.
I didn’t stop until I had all the makeup on my face.
Hands on the dresser and a big breath.
– If you lose it, you’ll never find it again.
That’s the last part of my story.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he kept thinking about the light that was missing in his eyes.
Hearts like bayonets, pains.
I can’t help it, I’m crying.
Han-Yo and I met at a coffee shop in Chunjiang Road.
That was the first time I saw him.
As if a voice had told me,
“Do you see? I’m sorry.
I did not hesitate to go forward and look at his slightly mistaken face and pull out my cell phone: “Hello, I am Li Xing-Jo, can you meet me?” I’m sorry.
His face was astonished as he was surprised.
Looking at his face, my heart is playing drums.
A boy like him must have been hunted down and must have been used to being picked up.
I just hope he doesn’t sound too bad. I like him, but I have dignity!
Just as I thought I was going to be rejected and ready to do more, I saw him pull out his cell phone and sweep through.
“Hello, I’m Han Rook. I’m sorry.
Looking at the number of good friends on the phone, my heart was like a roller coaster, reaching the top, and then landing.
Instead of falling into the depths, it fell into the honey jars, sweet hair.
Then I thought about where I had the guts to go after people.
Maybe that’s the power of love.
When you recognize a man, your heart is full of him, and you can’t care about anything else.
Later, we became more and more connected, with each other’s everyday, favorite songs, and the fun of life.
Even a tree on the street will be the subject of our conversation.
We’re all together.
Han-Yo suggested that we could live together when he was about to find a new house because of my work changes.
Cohabitation before marriage.
I hesitated.
“In two chambers, the Lord lays down for you, I stay for a second. @HanJun: #jan25 #jan25
Looking at him in a strict manner, I struggled for a long time, and finally I did not refuse.
For some reason, he never wanted to see him fall, when his eyes were low and my heart was suffocating.
So we lived together.
I thought it would be a sweet start to be two people together.
But from then on, I began to find something wrong.
“Where’d you get that little band on your wrist? I’m sorry.
I looked at his wrist, and I was curious, “It’s not from your ex-girlfriend. I’m sorry.
It was just a joke and I didn’t expect Han to look away and pull the sleeves off.
And he said, “Didn’t you just say you wanted milk tea? I’ll buy it for you.” I’m sorry.
He ran away in a hurry.
Looking at the shadow of his departure, I frowned and my heart sank.
How can a man wear a little band on his wrist or a cute little rabbit?
That’s obviously the way girls like it.
I guess that was from his ex.
I was walking through a store and I pulled him in.
There’s a row of cups in the cupboard. They’re beautiful, they’re all different, and they’re so dazzling.
“Your cup is old. I’ll change it for you. I’m sorry.
Says I pick up a cup and hand it to him, “How about this, like it? I’m sorry.
Han-Yo looked at it and shook his head: “No, my cup was fine.” I’m sorry.
After that, he came to the side.
I stand still, with my lips on my lips, and my hands holding the cup strangling.
I know. That cup was given to him by his predecessor.
“H” on his hand.
Only half a heart, only one letter.
It’s a couple cup.
Now there’s only one left, and he’s still like a baby, drinking water with that cup.
The other cups were in his eyes.
Like me, standing in front of him, he always seemed to look through me.
Valentine’s Day.
Early in the morning, Hanyu ordered a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to my bed.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the flowers and his gentle smile.
“Baby, Happy Valentine’s Day. I’m sorry.
I started with a smile, and then I wrinkled my head, and my face was not happy: “Do you forget that I am allergic to pollen?” How did you send me flowers again? I’m sorry.
Han-Yo’s smile is obscuring in his face.
A few seconds later, he would spend his back behind his back and apologized a little bit: “I’m sorry, but if I forget, it won’t happen again.” I’m sorry.
It’s worse to look at him as depressed.
“Take it, I can’t breathe.” I’m sorry.
“Okay, I’ll get it out. I’m sorry.
After all the Koreans were busy leaving with flowers.
I heard the door close, I pulled the covers and looked out.
Next time?
Do you really remember next time?
This isn’t the first time this has happened.
Whether it’s a holiday or a birthday, Han-Yo sends me flowers.
Even if I told you how many times I’m allergic to pollen, he still doesn’t remember, and he always says it’ll change next time.
The next time, however, remains.
Maybe it’s because his ex-girlfriend likes flowers.
He’s got a good memory. He remembers what he used to be. He just doesn’t have a place left.
I can’t help but laugh at myself.
They say, “The former man planted the tree and the latter man took the cold,” but no one asks if the latter man would take it.
After all, it’s not because of me.
I finally got up when I was resting in my bed and I was getting restless.
I heard a noise in the kitchen.
Han-Yo is cooking.
He’s very good at it. He’s got a good taste.
I was shocked when I first ate.
“You’re very good at cooking, and it makes me feel so familiar. I’m sorry.
“What does it feel like to be familiar? I’m sorry.
Han was staring at my eyes and didn’t want to miss any of my faces.
Urgently wants what to get from it.
I didn’t notice that I was surprised by my face: “It tasted just like my mother.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him and saw the light faded.
It’s like a fire of hope that’s just started, and it’s slowly extinguished.
He looked down and lifted up again, and smiled: “It’s a great honor to be able to do something like your aunt, and eat, and it’s not good to be cold.” I’m sorry.
“Yes! I’m sorry.
I’m eating my food and Han is sitting across from me.
Head down, I don’t know what to think.
“What if. I’m sorry.
A call woke me up.
I’m taking it down and looking up.
Han-Yo is looking at me with a spoon. It’ll be ready soon. I’m sorry.
I noticed some red marks on the back of his hands, and his skin was white and it looked particularly obvious.
I wrinkled, “Your hands…”
Han looked down and looked behind his back and laughed: “It’s okay, the oil just crashed.” I’m sorry.
“You’d better go get some water, you’d better wake up. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I noded my head, went to the water machine, reached out to get the glass.
I saw that ceramic cup.
It’s particularly special in the glass.
I don’t have a problem, but that cup is like a prick. It’s stuck in my heart.
It hurts and it hurts.
I took a deep breath, threw it out, took a glass as far away as it could, and took a glass of water.
Drink up.
It’s just that I’m not sure what I’m talking about.
“Why did you make a bitter melon again? I’m sorry.
I looked at that plate of ferocious melon on the table and my face sank down.
It’s hard to put down grievances and resentments, and then they explode.
I put chopsticks on the table.
“Bitter melon is good to you, you’re always on fire, eat more…”
“But I’ve said it many times, I don’t like bitter melons! I’m sorry.
I looked straight at him, and I said, “Did you take my words seriously?” I’m sorry.
Han has opened his mouth and seems to want to say something.
I’m waiting too.
But eventually…
“It’s really not bad, you just take a bite, just throw up if you don’t like it, okay? I’m sorry.
Looks like he’s begging, and my heart cools.
It suddenly seemed like everything was boring.
I took a deep breath, and in his look-in, I put a piece of it in the door.
“How…”
“Photo!”
I didn’t wait for him to talk. I threw up.
Wrinkled face, full of loathing, like eating something disgusting: “It’s too bad, don’t do it again. I’m sorry.
Han just looked at me, and a moment later, a little nodding.
I’ll eat it all by myself.
I looked at him, and I didn’t eat, but I felt full of bitterness.
I’m not really resistant to eating bitter melons. I even thought it was delicious at the moment of the entrance.
But I threw up unconsciously.
Because I know someone who likes to eat more.
The Korean mobile phone contains a lot of bitter melons.
Before I met you.
So his heart is not for me, but I am only to enjoy it.
I don’t want this one.
I was pouring water, I heard a smile, I looked back.
Han-Yo sits on the sofa with his cell phone and smiles sweetly.
I don’t know how many times this is going on.
Every time I wonder if I want to see it, he’ll cover it up.
I thought he was talking to other girls. He was angry and wanted to arrest him.
I saw it by chance, but I didn’t.
He’s reading chat records.
The conversational records kept off the back of their heads were turned from head to end every time and, by chance, laughed.
The joys of the eyes and the joys of the eyes.
I know. That’s his chat with his ex-girlfriend.
Recording the sweet, beautiful love they used to have.
And I, no chance, no access.
“What are you looking at? I’m sorry.
I handed him the glass and looked to his cell phone.
As you can see, Han-Yo covered his cell phone in his chest and looked away: “Nothing, something at work. I’m sorry.
I just had to drink with my glass, and suddenly I’m stuck.
“Where’s my original cup? I’m sorry.
“Uh… when the dishes were just washed, it accidentally broke. I’m sorry.
My heart beats so fast that even my breath becomes more careful.
Never had a whirlwind.
I lied.
I broke it on purpose.
It was the cup that Han-Yo saw last time, and I bought it myself, and two.
“It’s just a cup, the old one doesn’t come new, you see how cute this cup is, and I bought two. I’m sorry.
My courtesies were not replaced by his glories.
He lays down his cup with his cold face and stands up: “Don’t do housework again.” I’m sorry.
I watched him go into the kitchen, and I watched him crouch in front of the garbage can, reaching out and picking up the broken glass.
At this moment, the bitterness that has been in my heart for too long broke out.
I went in and stood behind him and asked him, “Did she also send this cup?” I’m sorry.
“and your tweezers, your flowers, and those chat records you never get tired of…”
Every time I say something, it’s like I’ve been stabbed.
It hurts worse than death.
I took a deep breath and I took tears and pulled him up face to face.
I asked him, “Is she really that important to you?” I’m sorry.
Han-Yo looked at the pieces in his hand and looked up at me again.
So I saw that look again.
It’s like seeing someone through me.
Then I heard his dumb voice: “Well, it’s important. I’m sorry.
Boom!
At that moment, I heard heartbreaks.
That’s the sound of my faith falling.
“It’s important” to break my long-standing self-deception.
I thought I could tolerate it, but I finally understood it when the facts were before me.
It’s all just my own consolation. He’s got someone else in his heart, and I can’t go in there.
Unconsciously covering the chest, some helplessly looking around.
Why can’t you breathe while the window is open.
It’s like a big rock in my heart.
But I’m still alive.
I grabbed his hand, pushed it unconsciously, and my nails had a half month’s shape.
And I couldn’t help but notice that my eyes were staring at him, almost hysterical: “But you broke up!” It’s me who’s with you now. I don’t want to live in her shadow anymore! You forget about her, and I’m not accounting for what happened. I’m sorry.
And I was near to my humble prayer, and never was it low.
I only look forward to his mercy.
Han Rook didn’t say a word but looked at the broken glass.
It took a long time to look up to me.
His eyes were obscured, and there were many things I could not see.
Makes me panic.
I suddenly got scared.
I don’t want to hear his answer. I don’t want to hear anything.
Subconscious, I’m reaching out to grab the pieces in his hand.
I accidentally cut my finger.
Blood, one drop down.
“What if!”
When Han-Yo got hurt, he finally freaked out and tried to grab my hand.
I’m avoiding it.
When I put my hands behind my back, I stood in pain, staring at him, “Are you in pain, my hands cut, or my heart broken? I’m sorry.
“If so, don’t. * He’s frowning and he’s very upset. *
Stop it?
So everything, in his eyes, is all I’m doing?
I suddenly understood.
The answers sought have come out, and I have no courage to listen.
I’ve got a big mouth, I’ve got a smile, so relax.
“I just remembered, I’m going to go shopping. I’m sorry.
I turned to panic and ran away.
It’s like I can run fast enough to be the last to hear him.
“I’m sorry…”
“I want to break up. I’m sorry.
At the coffee shop, I was tearing my heart apart when I cried at Sun.
It’s a good thing there’s no one at the store.
It’s just that the shopkeepers are attracted to crying, and they’ve been watching us in secret with all kinds of head-dressing.
I almost fainted when I cried.
“If you really want to hear it, sit down and listen to it, and don’t just walk around and listen.” I’m sorry.
“If you say so, then I’ll be very kind. I’m sorry.
“…”
Watching the shopkeeper really sit down and pulling out a melon out of his pocket, me and Sun are dead.
And because of this little episode, it broke my rhythm.
Sad is still sad, but can’t cry.
I finally stopped. Sun was busy handing me the tissue.
“Why did the good guys break up again? Didn’t Han-Yo treat you well? I’m sorry.
“He’s just nice to me, but he doesn’t have me in his heart. I’m sorry.
I rubbed my tears, and he was angry, “He was still in love with his ex-girlfriend, even if two people had broken up, but for him it was the moonlight, never to forget.” I’m sorry.
“But what about me? I’m at best a rice pellets on his clothes, and I don’t care. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, it’s sad.
I couldn’t stop crying again.
Sun is sweating.
“No, I didn’t hear Han-Yo had an ex-girlfriend, did you? I’m sorry.
“What misunderstanding? I saw it! I’m sorry.
Snivelled my nose, I looked at my eyes, and I didn’t hit one, “She was seen everywhere in the house. Only half of the women’s items that appeared in the bathroom, even on the wall, were left with traces. I’m sorry.
“Tracks on the wall…”
Sun whispered, “I don’t know what to think, raised my head.”
I looked at the shopkeeper, who was even nodding and excited.
“Oh, no. Are you guys playing so hard? I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about?”
I suddenly didn’t understand what she meant.
But I can guess from her face — I’m sure it’s nothing!
And I looked at her and I was not happy: “I was talking about the marks of the photo. I’m sorry.
Photos?
“Yeah, the picture is hanging long, and then the color on the back is different from the color around it. I’m sorry.
Nods, I’m tearing my teeth down in tears, and I’m so mean and sad, “Don’t even think about it, it must have been a couple of them who broke up. I’m sorry.
I can see everything in its wisdom.
No one knows that my heart is dripping blood.
And Sun Xiao…
It’s as if the face of the shopkeeper was carved from a mirage.
“The evidence is solid! Han Rook can’t forget the old man. Don’t mess with me! I’m sorry.
When I hit the table, I cried again.
– It hurts!
“If I had my own principles, I would never be a double! I’m sorry.
But…
Sun’s weak and weak hands up, and he’s not very strong. I’m sorry.
“So what! I’m sorry.
I was still strong, and I didn’t lose anything: “I was blinded by his beauty, and I didn’t know he was a slag. Fortunately, I see it now. I’m going to get lost. I’m sorry.
“Are you sure? I’m sorry.
“As sure as hell!”
Sun Zheng heard, shrugged his shoulder, he didn’t think so.
I’ll take a look at that.
You shot the table hard again.
Tears come out again.
– It still hurts!
“What do you mean, you don’t believe me? I’m sorry.
It’s not that I don’t trust you, but…
Sun’s frowning eyebrows and a pair of toothpaste can’t get out.
It’s a direct emergency.
“What is it? Can you give me a quick word? I’m sorry.
“She wanted to say, it’s just how many times you wanted to break up, but it’s all right when you cry and go back to sweetness. The shopkeeper on the other side suddenly spoke.
It’s a bit of a bad tone.
“How do you know?” I’m sorry.
“Of course, because you come here every time to complain, I’ve seen it all happen three times. “The shopkeeper shrugged his shoulder and had a bad look.
I am even more confused: “Why are you still so excited about this?” I’m sorry.
“Because it’s always different, it’s always fresh.” I’m sorry.
“…”
Thank you, I’m really Q.
“I decided to forgive him again. I’m sorry.
“What?”
Sun Zheng lives, apparently doesn’t understand what I mean.
Clean up the tears. I was shaking in front of her with my phone.
He just sent me a message saying he’s already on leave to take me to Sanya to play. I’m sorry.
“That’s why?” Sun says, “I don’t want you two to break up, even though I’ve organized a whole bunch of things to talk to you, but you’re acting like I’m a fool. I’m sorry.
“There is no other way. I’m sorry.
I shrugged my hand, and my face was so helpless and spoiled, “Who made me like him so much that I could put up with everything that wasn’t good?” I’m sorry.
“Maybe you’re right, I shouldn’t always be in the past, I should look to the future. He and his ex-girlfriend are in the past, and I’m with him now and only me. I’m sorry.
I know, I must have been pretty confident to make Sun jealous.
And then…
He’s been yelling at me for ten minutes.
It’s all right, single dog. It’s always sweet love.
Understandable.
So me and Han-ja got back together.
Nobody mentioned the previous fight as if it had never happened.
Hand-held on board a plane to Sanya.
Three hours said it wasn’t long, but after I got off the plane, I wasn’t feeling well.
“Go back to the hotel and rest. I’m sorry.
I look pale, Han-Yo is nervous, “It’s a lot of time to rest and play tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
At the hotel, Han-Yo went to the front desk and checked in.
When I remembered that I hadn’t told him I was safe and touched him, I remembered that the bags were all on Han’s back and his cell phone was there.
It’s his.
But it’s okay, he’s got friends.
“I’ll send her a message to tell her we’re here. I’m sorry.
Says I unplugged my phone. I was just about to open my mail.
The eyes glided over, and I swooped.
WiFi connection successfully…
Looking at that symbol, my heart fell over the sea, like a repressed volcano, which was already in the air, but with my breath, I endured.
I took a deep breath, threw up, turned off my phone and put it back, and took my phone back.
“Well, we can go back to the room. I’m sorry.
Han-Yo laughed at me with his card.
I tried to pull out a smile, but I found it futile.
I can’t even laugh when it’s really hard.
Good thing Han-Yo didn’t know I’d found out. He thought I was sick and wanted to hold me.
I refused to touch him.
And when he became confused, I found an excuse in my panic: “You have to carry your luggage. I have nothing to do with it, so go by myself.” I’m sorry.
“Well, I’ll cover you in the back. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. I was in the elevator with a nod.
Room 520.
Look at this number, I just find it funny.
How ironic.
But what I didn’t realize was that even more ironic…
“Sir, excuse me. Excuse me. I’m sorry.
There’s a strange sound behind me, I look back, it’s cleaning, cleaning.
Han is in the way. He’s too busy to hide.
Pilgrim smiled and thanked him, looked him in the eye and choked.
And then he said, “Mr. Han, it’s you! It’s been a long time. You’re here again? I’m sorry.
Says she looks at me.
I’m not even polite when I’m being struck by lightning, and I’m going in with my card.
Automatically connected WiFi, familiar cleaning…
There are things that really don’t have to be tested, which is clear enough.
“What if. I’m sorry.
Han-Yo pushed the luggage in.
I looked at him and didn’t miss his flashy panic.
Are you afraid I found something?
I laughed.
“You…”
“I don’t think I’m that tired. Why don’t you go and have a little rest? I want to go to the beach. I’m sorry.
Han-Yo took a closer look at me, and I tried to make a look full of expectations.
I’m probably the one who did it, or he didn’t think I’d lie to him.
“Okay, whatever you say, then take a break and put your bathing suit on, and we’ll go. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
I noded, turned my suitcase, found my bathing suit, hesitated, or went into the bathroom.
When I change, when I come out, Han-Yo will change.
He reached out to me with his hand and smiled, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.
I didn’t speak, I didn’t move, I didn’t have a face, I just looked at him.
In my sight, his eyes were lost from the joy of the beginning, to the panic, to the complete chaos.
“If you…
“Don’t hold hands with your hands, sticky, uncomfortable.” I’m sorry.
I ran out of here laughing at him.
Turning around, apparently he was relieved.
And then I ran out and the smile disappeared.
Hands over the chest unwittingly.
It’s getting more and more dull.
In the afternoon, the sun was still very toxic and hot to the ground.
I walked along the sea and Han Rook followed me and photographed me.
We’re already familiar with that — he doesn’t say anything, I can guess what he’s doing.
But I still can’t guess his heart.
Walking for a while, feeling a little tired, we went under the sun umbrella.
Look at the vast ocean still.
Suddenly, a cry for help broke the silence.
Help! Help! My friend is in the water! She can’t swim! I’m sorry.
We heard that we stood up and looked far away.
Only on the surface is a weak shadow struggling.
A girl on the shore crying tore her heart apart and was anxious.
It is not a busy season, there are not many people by the sea, and lifeguards are still on their way.
“Well, what do I do?”
I was just about to say I’m going to save my life. I’m not finished.
And when Han-Yo came into the sea, I looked up, and my heart fell into the abyss, and it was so cold!
Han Rook! You can’t swim! You’ll die! I’m sorry.
And We cried out loud, running forward with our lives, seeking to bring him back.
It’s just that I just ran so far, my feet stopped.
– The boy who doesn’t know how to swim, who’s swimming hard to swim to.
His position is not as good as it seems, but it seems to be a little rusty because he has not learned much.
Very hard.
But it’s sweet.
I stood by the shore and watched him save lives, while the lifeguard arrived.
Han-Yo gave him away and saw me.
“I’m sorry if I didn’t talk to you, but I was scared. I’m sorry.
I just looked at him and opened my mouth, and I couldn’t say it, even though I had a lot of words. I really liked him and was afraid of losing him.
The voices of appreciation of the girl ‘ s companions are also heard in the ears, but the people in front of them become obstinate and close to each other as if they were far away.
How long, seconds, hours.
I finally got my voice back.
Then I heard me say…
Han Rook, let’s get married. I’m sorry.
The day after the trip, in the morning, I left Sanya alone.
After I said, “Let’s get married,” it’s obvious that Han-Yo’s face is obscuring.
He opened his mouth and seemed to have a lot to say to me, but he couldn’t say anything.
“If marriage is a big deal, we can’t hurry, let’s go back and talk about it.” I’m sorry.
What did I hear?
I kind of nodded my head and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
“I’m just saying, I’m just messing with you, don’t be serious. I’m sorry.
Han-Yo laughed, too: “This is a joke too, you’re too skinned. I’m sorry.
Is this a joke?
Yeah.
I don’t want to say anything.
It’s just that I haven’t been in the mood for any more, on the pretext of taking him back to his clothes and going back to the hotel.
When I got back, I said I was tired and wanted to rest.
I thought I was scared, Han-Yo didn’t doubt it, but he told me to rest.
Call me if you need anything. I’ll be right here with you. I’m sorry.
Look, how sweet.
Too bad he’s sweet, not to me.
I was lying in bed and I slept all over my head. It was like a muddle.
Close your eyes and you’ll remember what happened before, the little tweezer, the wallpaper on the cell phone, the couple’s cups that can’t be thrown away. There’s so many, so many.
I was with him, but in the crack of his life, he filled another woman.
A woman I’ve never seen, but I’ve lost.
At night, while Han was asleep, I secretly booked the first flight.
And in the morning, I gathered my hands and my feet, and feared that I might wake him.
I actually had a lot of stuff, but I only took my bag.
The rest is about him. I don’t want any more.
When I boarded the plane, I sent the last message: “Let’s break up.” I’m sorry.
He then hacked all his contacts and turned them off.
I got off the plane and I didn’t turn it on.
There’s cash in the bag and Han-Yo prepared it.
He said I’d always drop my phone, but it’s easy to pay, but it’s bad, and I’ve got some cash to cover my needs.
At the time, I thought he was really sweet and caring.
Now think, it’s just funny.
I do, but he cares, just me?
I went back to where I used to live.
If you choose to break up, it’s over.
I got a lot of stuff, he bought most of it.
He always buys the best things I want.
At the time, I felt that we were a perfect couple.
But now it looks like a joke.
There are no identical leaves in the world, but there are many similar leaves.
Unfortunately, me and her, that’s it.
This fate may not belong to me.
Then I don’t want it.
For half a day, only a small suitcase was packed.
Look, this big house, it’s mine, that’s all.
The suitcase was towed in preparation for departure and, while on its way, looked unexpectedly and saw a door that was closed from the opposite side.
The heart suddenly seems to be scratched by an invisible hand, grinding hard and hard.
I’ve lived in this house for so long, but there’s a place I never went in.
Han-Yo said that there was a secret in that room and that when the right day came, he would tell me.
I thought it was the surprise he had prepared to marry me, so I looked forward to it.
But now, fear is just a joke.
It’s about her.
After all, there’s so much in this house about her.
I took a deep breath, and I let go of my suitcase and walked over.
For the last time, I don’t want to be confused.
I just want to know what that girl who can take a heart in Korea looks like.
I saw it, and I gave up.
Finally, my hand touched the doorknob and slowly pressed down.
Zip–
Door, open.
I guess so. There’s a secret in there.
But I didn’t think it was about me.
Everything in a house is strange, but it gives me a familiar feeling.
I gently touched every thing and ended up in front of a photograph.
In the photograph, the girl had faint eyes and the boy kissed her on the forehead.
The image is so sweet, so warm.
I was surprised to cover my mouth.
– That girl, it’s me. And the boy, it’s Han Rook.
It’s a wedding picture.
We’re married?
“No, no, no, no! I’m sorry.
I was shaking my head like crazy, walking backwards, bumping into the closet.
The sound of “powder,” something fell, and it broke.
I looked at a cup, and the one I broke before.
It’s broken now.
I picked up my handle and I saw the familiar letter, “L.”
L, is it Le Sing Le?
My heart was so tight that I saw a photo album falling next to it.
There is a thin layer of dust on the cover of the album that seems to have not been seen for a long time.
I picked it up, gently turned it up.
Look at it, tears come out of nowhere.
The albums are all about us.
“May 20th, 2018, Chunjiang Road, Café, today I finally met the girl whose heart moved. I’m sorry.
“On June 1st, 2018, it’s Children’s Day, and I’ll always be a child, no matter how old I am. I’m sorry.
“On August 12th, 2018, if the baby’s birthday were to take advantage of her wish, I had secretly made a wish to marry him soon. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“on April 8, 2020, with Sanya, who had come to her heart, watching her smile, her work was worth it! I’m sorry.
“on April 10th, 2020, I finally learned to swim, under the pressure of Joaquin, but this little heartless man laughed at me like a dog chop?” I’ll never let her go back! I’m sorry.
“On January 1st, 2021, if a week goes by in a row, and with my tireless efforts, she’s finally willing to eat the bitter melon and watch her wrinkled face, I swear to you, make it better! I’m sorry.
Every picture is written by Hano-chan himself, and those images, like movies, are in my mind.
As I’ve been through it myself.
I sucked my nose and I turned the next page…
“May 20, 20, 20, 20, and the third year I’ve known, I was supposed to take it today, but if a car accident had saved my life, I wouldn’t have forgiven myself. No proof, but it doesn’t matter. In my heart, she’s my wife, the one I love all my life. I’m sorry.
“On May 24th, 2021, if you finally wake up, your body will recover, but she doesn’t remember me. I’m sorry.
I look at the blurry lines, and I cry again.
When Han-Yo wrote that sentence, it was so sad.
I’m just about to turn on the breath, and suddenly, there’s an intense pain.
I can’t breathe when I’ve fought in my head like a knife and a knife.
His legs were soft, he fell to the ground and he was in pain with his head.
It’s been a while since the pain finally faded.
But I didn’t have the courage to get up.
I remember.
I remember everything!
Han Rook and I met on May 20, 2018, and I had coffee at the coffee shop on Chunjiang Road, and when he walked in, I looked up and saw him.
A glance for years.
I came to him with a thick face, confessed to him that night, thought he would refuse or say no, but did not expect him to say yes, and later told me that he was interested in me, but did not expect me to be one step closer, otherwise he would have come to ask for my contact.
I took him with me to the store when he was in the girdle, and I pointed her at her with a string, and she declared, “Stick someone I like!” I’m sorry.
When Han was wrinkled, he picked out a little tweak with a little rabbit.
“This is it. This little rabbit is like you. I’m sorry.
Of course I didn’t disagree. I bought it and put it on his hand.
Ting says he’s going to fall. Don’t take it off!
He didn’t like to drink water, he always drank it, and I made a couple’s cup with his own hands in order to keep him from drinking more, and I carved the initials of our last name on the hands of the cup.
Connect with a little love.
I told him that the cup represented the two of us, and that when we drank, it was like holding me.
He drank water and looked like a treasure to his cup.
The pollen is allergic, not me, but him.
But every holiday, on his birthday, he still buys me flowers and looks at the rash on his hand, and I’m in pain and pain.
“I’ll give it to you if you like. I’m sorry.
And the smile of Han was tender and handsome, and held me in my arms, and said, “Some other girl has, and you will.” I’m sure my baby will get flowers on her birthday or on her anniversary. I’m sorry.
And when I cried and laughed in his arms,
Once upon a time, the memories came to me like a tide, and I couldn’t cry for myself.
Han Yoo-jo’s always been me, only me.
After I lost my memory, the doctor said that I could not be stimulated, otherwise it would cause irreversible harm.
He’s afraid of hurting me, and he doesn’t want to leave me, but he hides behind me.
On several occasions, they were even treated as hooligans and sent to police stations.
Then Sun suggested to him, “If you lose your memory, you can take her back to the time you’ve been through, perhaps to wake her up.” I’m sorry.
So we met again at the coffee shop.
Even once again, I’m not surprised to fall in love with him at first sight.
We’ll be together.
Eating food, walking, meeting people are unexpectedly familiar.
Because it’s all a past I’ve been through and I’ve forgotten.
Me and Han Rook’s past.
Those sweet and sweet times that run through every day we know, and I forget them all.
I can’t imagine how Han-Yo came through this year.
He had a dream that was empty, that had no precise answers, that he faced my forced questions every day, that he feared to provoke me, and that he tried to avoid it.
And somewhere I can’t see, will he be tired, will he cry alone?
I don’t know, I can’t think.
I just feel like a heart is breaking.
Just like these 300 days and nights, every single time he is alone, he faces an uncertain future, each and every one of them suffering.
Now I feel the same way.
And when I couldn’t cry, there was a footsteps behind me.
And not until I turned back, and put on my back a warm body, and the sound of a sudden breath,
“What if, what happened to you? You saw it? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Then you…”
“I remember. I’m sorry.
I turned around, watching the dusty servants, the exhausted Koreans, crying again.
In his arms, he has never been held as tight as he is now, and I hate to embed it in my body.
“I’m sorry, I can’t forget you, I love you so much, I can’t forget you…”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry.
Han-Yo touched my head, and the sound shivering clearly, “You can remember, it’s a gift to me, and I’m satisfied. I’m sorry.
“Let’s not break up, okay? If so, I don’t want to break up with you. I’m sorry.
“No matter what, no matter what. I’m sorry.
I shook my head and cried and laughed, and drowned in his kiss, unable to escape.
I will love you even once more.
Just like you love me.
Theatrical…
When I got my memory back, I thought about the “scum” that I used to cry at Han-Yo, and I was scared.
One is his best friend, one is his favorite, and they cannot be misunderstood.
Let’s be clear!
So We made an appointment with Sun after a wind and a sunday.
Or the old place – the coffee shop at Chunjiang Road.
It was supposed to be three o’clock. I didn’t expect Sun to be there by the time I arrived.
There’s an unexpected man next to him.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
I look at the waiter and I look at him, and I look at him, and I look at him. I’m sorry.
The waiter put his hand on it, relaxing: “There’s no one here. Come on, come on, wait for you!”
“Wait for what?”
“Wait for your breakup theater, of course. I’m sorry.
The waiter pulls out a melon and gives it to Sun.
They’re together and they’re staring at me while they’re high.
♪ ♪ And the ♪
My head was so big, I sharpened my teeth, I took a deep breath, I tried to maintain peace.
When I sat down, I went straight to the subject…
“I remember. I’m sorry.
“I was with Han-Yo long ago, and I lost my memory in a car accident, but now I remember, there’s no misunderstanding. I’m sorry.
“Aaargh?”
The waiter’s a little bit of a melon, and he looks at me like he can’t believe it.
“It’s true.” I’m sorry.
I’m a little confused.
“You broke up with Han-ja, he couldn’t find you, but came to me.” Then he told me to be safe, and I knew that you had recovered. I’m sorry.
Smell my subconscious wrinkled.
She knows.
Then why did I come today?
And look at the waiter, he’s still astonished.
Fortunately, she doesn’t know yet.
Then I can keep talking!
“That…”
“You remember? I’m sorry.
She’s crying out of her throat, “You remember everything! Oh, my God, how can this be? I’m sorry.
I looked at her crying and sad, and it was like I was looking at a mathematical question.
The look for help goes to Sun.
The latter coughed, snubbed her and showed her calm.
“How can I calm down? How can I calm down? I’m sorry.
The waiter wept and cried, “A year, a whole year! I’m here every day to repeat my boring life, and if it wasn’t for you, my life would be really boring! But now that she’s back in memory, there’s no future breakup theater, and there’s no more happiness for me, and there’s nothing else I can live on! I’m sorry.
“God is dying! I’m sorry.
The waiter rose up with his voice and fled in anger.
The back looks sad and pathetic.
I’m:
The guy’s smiling in his mouth.
It’s obvious you knew.
“Sun!”
I sharpened my teeth and shouted her name, “You two are happy!” I’m sorry.
“What is the point of life without basing happiness on the suffering of others?” I’m sorry.
I am not right.
And so I rose up, and I turned and ran away.
Never forgive her again!
– Unless she’s with me and eats bitter melons!
Case number: YX01be0n0d9Kwmv0b
We can’t get through this.
Love rises with the wind: with your twilight and four seasons
Wait!
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
