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There must be a resonance.

Love rises with the wind: with your twilight and four seasons

One.

I came back late from the hospital.

But they still get a bunch of flowers when they pass through the flower shop.

And as in previous years, 99 red roses, big.

It says, “The third anniversary of Mr. Tang’s and Miss Seo’s marriage is celebrated. I’m sorry.

I kind of want to laugh, like a day’s red rose, and never change a blessing.

Tang Wuk really keeps reminding me that he’s a straight steel man.

Two.

I opened the fridge and looked.

Half a box of milk, two cucumbers, an unknown spice.

There are no conditions for making a big meal for the anniversary.

Thank God Tang Wuk isn’t here, or he’s gonna pick me up on the couch and start to teach me a lesson.

After the lesson, put on your coat and go out.

In a few minutes, the bag appeared at the door, scolding and filling the fridge.

I smiled and hugged his waist from behind, trying to make a difference.

But he looked down and saw my feet without socks.

He’s a young man in his twenties, but he talks like a boss.

At the supermarket, I met a high school teacher.

She recognized me first.

We talked a lot, many of them including Don Wuk.

She said that when Tang Xu was young, he was a rebel and then became more honest than anyone.

She said that Don Xue would have been incompetent, but that I had been trained.

She said…

I turned the ring.

I know what she’s trying to say.

Probably because of the teacher’s words.

I was dreaming today.

Dream of Tang Wuk in high school.

Dreamed he had me stuck in the stairwell, reached out and pulled my headline down and put it on his wrist.

Dreaming that he was slinging his sleeves, wearing a little yellow-flowered headline, with a thin light under the sun, and he was smiling and flaunting his face: “Little girl, the hairline is nice. I’m sorry.

When I woke up in the middle of the night,

Tang Wuk in high school.

I really miss it.

Six.

It’s so dark and it’s scratching.

I kind of miss him.

I’d like to sneak over and see him.

But I know, that’s no good.

Then add a new item to the anniversary agenda.

Recall the past.

I met Tang Wuk in high school.

I moved to that high school next semester.

I don’t know school. I don’t know schoolmates.

I was pushed up when no one wanted to be a member of the Board when I ran.

And when the table found out, she photographed me with compassion. She said, “Beware of Tang Wuk, and run away when you meet him.” I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

What’s so terrible about Don Wuk, who sits in the last row and sleeps all the time?

But soon I got hit in the face.

He turned back to his classroom after school because he had not taken his homework, but did not want to see a crowd.

I pressed the chair under my head and shook my head.

“No, it’s public property. No fighting! I’m sorry.

Fighting outside the classroom continues.

I know Don Xue came in to beat people up with a chair in the classroom.

So, at a moment of bending, he came out of the corner and pressed the chair.

He sneezed and seemed to have no idea there were people in the class.

After two pairs of eyes for a few seconds, he suddenly smiled.

Disciplinary Commissioner?

His voice was low, his tail was up, and he had some fun.

When I didn’t react, he got up and turned around and took the other chair out.

I heard wood chairs squeaking in the concrete.

It was quiet outside.

Soon, Tang Wuk came in again.

He put the remaining legs of his chair in my hand, with two simple words.

“The exchange. I’m sorry.

I’m crying with my legs.

On the first day of the new officer ‘ s appointment, there was only one chair leg left in the class chair.

I saw Don Wuk when I swallowed the school door.

His back leaned against the outside wall, his uniform was open, and his shirt was white.

A little red in the fingers and a little blinding.

I held the bag and was ready to walk through him.

But finally it stopped.

And I turned to him, and I spat my lips: “Don’t smoke in high school.” I’m sorry.

He’s a lot taller than me, and I have to look up in his eyes.

I heard a very light smile, and Tang Xu stood before me a few steps forward.

He smoked a cigarette and then bent over.

White smoke threw up on my face.

My eyes are dry and I can’t help but cough.

I heard him say, “You know why no one wants to be a Disciplinary Commission, little girl? Because…”

In the middle of it, he stopped, and I saw a panic in his eyes.

“Why are you crying? I’m sorry.

The tears of the soybeans fell from their eyes in time.

I know it’s just a physical stress after being choked.

But people across the street don’t seem to think so.

I saw Tang Wuk throw the cigarette in his hand and step on it.

He tried to say something without knowing how to open his mouth and then reached out and grabbed his short hair.

Oh, so, Tang Wuk is afraid of girls crying.

I blinked and cried more.

He was even more overwhelmed, and turned over a napkin in all his pockets, only wrinkled.

So he just sort of slipped into his pocket.

“I apologize, I apologize, okay? Don’t cry. I’m sorry.

I choked a few times, and I started to say, “You can’t dump the garbage anywhere…”

He went down and picked up the cigarette butt.

“You broke the chair of the class. I’m a Disciplinary Commissioner, and the teacher knows that he’s gonna yell at me…”

“I’ll pay for it. Can I pay for it? I’m sorry.

Purpose achieved.

I choked a few times in disguise, then wiped my tears out of my sleeve and waved at him.

“Okay, Don Woo, see you tomorrow. I’m sorry.

As soon as the feet were removed, the bag was ripped off.

Tang Wuk stood there as if he realized something and he looked at me with his frown.

“You tricked me?”

I looked at him and my eyes were red and my tears would never fall.

He immediately released the tape and raised his hand as a surrender.

“Go, go, go. I’m sorry.

The teacher asked me how I made Tang Wuk listen.

I didn’t answer, just smile.

I can’t say it’s tears.

I’ve asked Don Wuk too.

When he was wearing an apron and washing vegetables, he was already a good housewife.

He’s got his voice in there.

“When I was little, I was surrounded by men, and in school, and girls were afraid to come near me. I’m sorry.

“And besides, you were the little one, and you were beautiful, and I felt guilty as soon as I cried. I’m sorry.

Well, by its very nature, Tang Wuk is a disgrace.

Eleven.

I’m a disciplinary officer.

Tang Xu is a rebel.

I caught him in a lot of places.

He smokes on the side of the playground.

Get over the wall and run away from him.

He was fighting outside school after school.

Too many times.

I can’t, he can’t.

Then, as soon as I saw him, he reached out and covered my eyes.

He’s got big palms, warm and warm.

I smelled a little bit of soap in the sun and heard him whispering.

“Go back to class, you see nothing. I’m sorry.

When I was a senior, the teacher saw that I could live in Tang Wuk, and we were at the same table.

Actually, it’s easy to be with Tang Wuk.

As soon as he got to class, he slept under the hood and felt zero.

Just one later.

I was looking at the teacher’s board notebook, and suddenly his voice was coming.

“Little girl, aren’t you a Disciplinary Commissioner? I’m sorry.

I didn’t know what he meant, but I nodded.

“Why didn’t you stop me when I went to school to sleep? I’m sorry.

I turned my head, and I saw him holding his head and staring at me.

So I took a breath and put down my pen.

And I leaned to him, and he looked hard and whispered, “Dang Xu, it’s against class discipline. You can’t do that. I’m sorry.

He stopped.

After a few seconds, I smiled, and my eyebrow was tempered, and it all turned into a smile.

He snapped his finger and knocked on my head.

“That’s me. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

He’s so boring.

From that day onwards, Tang Wuk’s sleeping frequency has really decreased.

So the teacher complimented me.

I’m starting to find out that Tang Wuk is not bad.

Although he was rebellious, unobstructed and imprudent, he had never done harm for no reason.

Just like he threw a chair at the ground just to stop the scaffolding.

He also fights for the street-seller grandma and the troublemakers.

One person singles out a group of people.

When he was fighting, I was passing by and I recognized him and called the police immediately.

I ran into him with my cell phone and tried to draw attention to the people around him.

The feet are shaking.

But it’s good that the more people around, the little punks run away.

I don’t know.

It was dark out of the police station.

Roadlights keep people’s shadows long.

I’m walking in the front and Tang Wuk is following.

And when I came to my home, I finally stood back, and went a few steps ahead, and turned out a few of the openings in his bag and put them on his hand.

“Dang Wuk, when you protect others, remember to protect yourself. I’m sorry.

He looked at the stickers in his hand and looked at me again, and suddenly he laughed.

But it got to the wound in the face and took a deep breath.

He took out a bouquet of flowers from his pocket and pulled my hand on his wrist.

He was clumsy and serious in his head and shuddered with his eyelashes, leaving a shadow in his eyelids, and then he made his way through it.

“You’re lucky to have your mouth full. I’m sorry.

It’s not very windy at night, and the fragrance of the twilight flower.

I looked up at him, but I saw a tiny red ear under a street light.

And then, when it came to mind, all that appeared in the mind was the scent of the radiant flower and the youth.

I forgot.

He never gave me what I asked.

Tang Wuk always likes to bully me at school.

He’d put me in the stairwell against a rail, stow me down my hairline while I was out of control, and he’d show off:

“Little girl, nice hairline. I’m sorry.

So I had to look at his little yellow hairline on his wrist and sighs.

That’s one of my favorite hairlines.

But I don’t have much theory with him.

It was just a haircut, and it was re-stuffed from a hairline with little red flowers.

So he slowly rose up and licked his lips, and he looked at me with a little care on his face.

“So you don’t want to talk to me? I’m sorry.

Hey, teenage rebel boys are tough.

I blinked, and I spread out my hand to him.

“Then give me back my hairline. I’m sorry.

His face was relaxed and he was smiling at me.

“Don’t give. I’m sorry.

After that, you wipe my shoulder.

But before he left, he pulled my hairline down again and put it on his wrist, laughing at me.

Well, he took my favorite hairline two.

So that day, I lost two baby hairlines.

Even after, Tang Wuk never let me take it away.

My baby, became his baby.

The rebel head of class and sleep.

In the late third grade, it turned into a sticky.

I’ll tell him a question.

The subject was never seen on the subject.

“Do you understand?”

I asked him sideways.

And he could not have recovered his sight, and then his eyes were turned on, and he fainted.

And then, nod.

I didn’t believe it, so I chose the same type of subject for him.

He’s… really made it.

I don’t know.

Liar Don Xu.

It’s a waste of time.

Later on, I took the test.

I’m good at school.

Don Xue is doing well.

But according to the teacher, Tang Wuk chose a different path.

An admirable but dangerous road.

So I came out of my house one day during the summer and saw Don Wuk standing not far.

He seems to have stood there for a long time.

Eyes on, not knowing what to think.

I walked to him.

“Dang Woo, what are you doing here? I’m sorry.

He looked up at me, and he didn’t answer, but he pulled my hand and brought me into his arms.

He held me tight and buried his head in my neck.

Me and him never crossed the border, for the first time.

“Read. I’m sorry.

My name is Suh-Lu. He calls me to read.

Extremely close, I’m a little squirm.

“I’m going to the army. Can you wait for me? I’m sorry.

It took me a while to understand what he said to wait for him.

At that moment, it seemed like there was something going on deep inside.

I spat my mouth and finally reached back and held him back and shot him in the back.

“Dang Xu, I want to be a doctor, so I’ll be busy after that. I’m sorry.

I’ll be as busy as you, so I won’t do anything else.

So I’ll wait for you.

Tang Wuk’s body is frozen, as if he was aware of something and happy to see me.

And the next second he pretended to be mean, with his face on his face, and he said, “Well, that’s good.” I have a reservation. You cannot fall in love with anyone else. I’m sorry.

Despite the harsh tone of speech, the palms holding my shoulder were slightly shaken.

So I smiled, and I smiled.

“I know. I’m sorry.

The days that followed were really busy.

There are a lot of people around, but looking at them, I can’t help but think of Don Woo.

I thought about what he said when he approached me: “I’ll book first. I’m sorry.

Everything comes first.

Tang Wuk was the first.

The day we met Tang Xu, it was years later.

I was stopped in front of the school.

The man took a bunch of roses and confessed to me.

I have some impressions of him.

We’ll have to sort things out when we refuse.

So I looked down and looked at the roses in his hand.

Nine of them, but on one of the petals, a small white insect was seen.

I want to take a closer look.

That’s when Tang Xue appeared.

The back neck was strangled by a force, and the next second hit on a solid chest.

I look back and I see Tang Wuk.

He’s tall, he’s dark, he’s wearing t-shirts, colored pants, muscles.

He looked down at me and picked a bulge, which means nothing.

Boyfriend?

I shook my head.

So he grabbed me on the shoulder, looked down at each other, and he was so cocky.

“I’m sorry, but since you’re not her boyfriend, I’m in front of you. I’m sorry.

It all happened so fast that when I got in the car, I realized Tang Wuk was back.

No one spoke first, not a moment of silence.

I looked at him, and I saw him holding the wheel, as if… a little nervous?

“Dang Xu”?

Here! I’m sorry.

A quick and strong answer, I was stunned.

It was only then that Tang Xu responded, and he reached out and scratched his head, and his hair was shorter than in high school.

He put his hand in his pants like he wanted to touch a cigarette, but looked at me and stopped moving.

I’d end up looking at myself, staring at me in the dark.

“Does my reservation still count? I’m sorry.

Tang Wuk’s forehead left a scar when he was wounded.

I couldn’t help but reach out and touch.

Count it. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I can still see the color of Don Xu’s face.

The next day, Tang Xue showed up at the school entrance with a big rose.

A lot of people are watching.

There’s no such pursuit.

I looked red and looked at him with a lot of eyes.

“Dang Xu, you’re too high profile. I’m sorry.

And he did not care to put flowers in my arms.

“Don’t you see? I am declaring sovereignty. I’m sorry.

He blinked at me again laughing.

“What do you think, these flowers are much more beautiful than the ones from yesterday? I’m sorry.

I looked at the flowers and noded.

At least these flowers have no worms.

I think that’s when Tang Wuk thought I liked roses.

That’s straight.

The head can’t bend.

It’s not even romantic to say what’s behind it.

Tang Wuk has little time, almost Sunday.

There are times when he can’t be reached by any means.

But he came to me as soon as he was free.

I’ll eat, watch movies, go shopping, walk.

It’s normal and routine, but he’s happy.

Then one day, when I was shopping, I saw a proposal.

I’ve never seen anything like this before, and I’ve seen it.

This is when he got a call.

Hanging up, he looked at me and stopped talking.

“Is it emergency recall? I asked.

He noded his head.

I shot him on the shoulder.

“Then go. I can go back to school alone. I’m sorry.

And he spat, looked at the men and women who were in conundrum downstairs, looked at me again, and put his hands around my shoulder, bending to face me.

His face was serious, and he gave out his personal information.

Work, family, savings, advantages and disadvantages

He’s talking fast, and I haven’t responded to him yet.

“This is my personal situation, so, Miss Seo, would you like to have a relationship with me? I’m sorry.

Even if his face was not visible, the shaky hand of the shoulder exposed his stress.

And contrary to his seriousness, seriousness, tension, I suddenly laughed.

Who’s gonna tell you that by introducing themselves? Too stupid.

But that’s what Tang Wuk is for.

When he looked at me and laughed, I noded.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

This time, Tang Yu lives.

But then he smiled, and with his big white teeth, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard in the face.

I wonder from time to time what it would be like to wait for Tang Wuk to propose.

I don’t know anything else, but I know there’s gonna be roses.

A straight man must propose.

And finally it turns out, I was right.

We had five years in love.

Although Tang Wuk has little time with me.

But he’s still a good lover.

He’ll embrace me and understand me, but he’ll also have a headache because of some of my bad things.

I had some pick-ups, so he would seriously give me the nutritional value of Cope food.

If I don’t listen, I’ll rub my face.

And then, in the dark, we’re going to spend our free time studying the dishes and making things that I don’t like to eat.

I love to try different foods, but I don’t eat much.

So he helped me clean up the mess.

He never picks, eats a lot, eats a nice bowl of chopsticks.

On occasional leave, he’ll come to pick me up, either in the nearest school or in the faraway hospital.

He’ll go shopping with me.

One-metre strong man, black cotton short sleeves, sweatpants, boots, and several flowery and green paper bags on his hands.

Strangely dramatic.

Sometimes he meets an acquaintance, and he doesn’t avoid it, and then he pulls me in his arms and picks me up at each other.

“What are you looking at? I’m sorry.

I used to have an extra foot on his back.

I used to hold him around the neck and put my chin on his shoulder, and heard him spit that I lacked exercise, and I said, “The next morning, I’ll be with you.”

I’m full of promises.

But he also knew that he must have lost his temper and had no way of taking it.

I don’t know.

He really loves me.

Me too.

Don Xue loves my body, but never himself.

There will always be wounds on his body, big or small.

But he never lets me know.

When I came back, most of the wounds were better.

So I used to take off his clothes and turn off his lights, and I used to touch him with my own hand.

The skin.

Sometimes I touch a new wound, and I lift my foot up against his chest.

“Dang Xu, you…”

But I’m not finished yet. I’ve been stopped again by Tang Wuk.

His breath was fast and heavy, he held out his hand on my ankle and kissed me.

“Read, I was wrong. I’m sorry.

In his ears, his voice was low, extremely magnetic.

I’m half soft, I’m not angry.

I’m in the middle of something.

One day, I was on duty, and a man full of blood came to the emergency room.

When I looked up, I saw Tang Wuk who was going to turn around and run away.

Seeing him, he stopped and laughed at me.

Don’t you have a day off? I’m sorry.

I looked at his blood-stained sleeves, and he was pumped.

It’s painful and angry, and it’s so hard to breathe.

I didn’t care about him, I didn’t want to talk to him, and I immediately took the potion to treat the wound.

Tang Xu was cut by a machete of the assailants, and the wound, though terrible and bleeding, was better than not deep.

The feeling of panic is also slowly decreasing.

So I did not look at him, nor did I say a word to him.

He has always been a poor man, and I am silent and I do not continue to say anything, but shut up and look at me in a pathetic manner.

It was not until after I had taken care of the wound that I was up to take the tools away that he reached out and grabbed my horn.

“Read, the wound hurts. I’m sorry.

Suffering.

It’s bitter.

So I turned around, took off my gloves, stabbed him in the forehead, and came over to see him:

“Do you know the pain? I’m sorry.

One of his good hands immediately grabbed my waist and made me sit on his lap.

And he bowed his head and kissed my lips, and his breath was heavy, and his eyes were smiling.

“Honey, don’t get mad, okay? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

It’s a beauty trick.

I know that his work is confidential and dangerous.

Scars everywhere and sudden separations are a habit for us.

But I’m sad, I’m not okay.

I remember the sun was so good that morning.

The moment I woke up was empty, with only a slight remaining temperature.

I looked in my eyes, followed the scent to the kitchen and held him in the back.

He grabbed my restless hand and bended over my lips for a kiss.

I’m a bit sobered up.

So he pushed him away with his hand and covered his mouth.

“Dang Woo, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. I’m sorry.

He laughed a few times, dropped his hands, held me to the table, and came to me.

A long kiss.

His forehead against my forehead.

“Read, I’ve got to go on a mission. I’m sorry.

I’m a little shaky.

When the reaction came, he reached out and held his hand around his neck.

“How long will it take? I’m sorry.

He was quiet for a while, hugged me, carried my hair.

“It must take some time. I’m sorry.

He must have spoken for more than a month or two.

I suck my nose.

More sad.

He sensed that I was depressed, and he sighed and pulled me out of his arms.

He looked at me, his abdomen squirted my face, and his eyes were so serious that he was shining.

He said, “Read, will you wait for me to come back?” When I get back, I have a surprise for you. I’m sorry.

What else can I do?

I had to nod my head and hold him tight.

I held him, my chin leaned on his shoulder, and looked like a watery sun through the window and reflected on the kitchen wall.

I think.

Months okay.

I can wait even for a year or two.

As long as he gets back safe.

Just him.

Just be safe.

So little a wish.

Three months have passed.

The research at hand has made groundbreaking progress, but Tang Wuk has not returned.

Another month later, I checked the hospital as usual.

Cell phone rings.

Tang Xu’s name jumped on the screen.

He’s back?

The unstoppable smile, and I stomped on the phone.

Tang Wuk, you’re back?

The phone’s silent.

And then a sound that I’m completely strange.

A voice I’m completely strange.

So I hung up.

But soon after, the phone rings again.

I don’t know which room is suddenly crying.

Crying, and running, and at first,

The phone slipped from the hand and hit the floor.

Tang Xu’s name is still beating.

That strange voice told me Tang Xu is dead.

There’s a lot of people in the hallway.

I bent over to pick up my phone from the ground and followed the crowd into the ward.

The electrocardiogram detector came to sound stingling.

A straight line.

I kneel on my knees on my bed, and I press it.

Defibrill, press pressure.

I don’t know how many rounds, how long it took, but the last few medical personnel pulled me off the bed.

The tears around us are getting louder and loud.

I was staring at the EKG.

Why die?

How could he die?

I went back to the duty room.

Call Tang Wuk again.

That voice came after.

That voice I don’t know.

He said a lot.

He said that Tang Xu had died in the course of his mission the previous days.

Said he left a lot of stuff waiting for us to get it.

I don’t know.

He said a lot enough to convince me.

But I still don’t believe it.

Don Xue told me to wait for him.

He said he’d surprise me before he left.

He never lied to me.

He’s always kept his promise.

I still don’t believe it.

How can I believe that?

They said that the Tang Wuk leader went deep into the outlaw’s house.

In the struggle, the assailants set a fire.

The fire lasted a long time.

They burned all the evidence with a fire.

And Don Xue.

I heard nothing.

Just looking at them unbelievably.

I think they’re lying.

All of it?

All gone?

Don Xue.

That big guy.

How could you leave nothing at the end?

How can I believe that?

I never believed it.

Until he took what he left behind.

He’s got a lot of stuff left on the team, too.

Many people stood in the hallway looking at me.

Their eyes are mostly red and they want to come up and get what they have.

But I didn’t give them.

I went to the car to move those things.

A trip to and from where Tang Xu used to be.

I think.

Tang Wuk just can’t come back.

I was just packing for him.

But after a few moves, I stopped.

Look at these things in hand, tears fall out of their eyes unstoppably.

It was before.

Don Xue would never let me carry that heavy.

Everything is like a dream.

I watched Mother Tang attend the funeral.

I wore a black dress at the funeral.

I never liked to wear a black dress.

It was bought a long time ago.

Put it on and be big.

I realized I was a lot thinner.

There were a lot of people at the funeral.

I know, I don’t know, they saw me and they said to me, “I’m sorry.”

They made me believe.

But I still don’t want to believe it.

If I believe it, Tang Wuk will be gone. What should I do?

At the ceremony, Don Xu’s mother held me as a tearman.

But I’ve been looking at pictures of Tang Wuk all along.

He smiled very loudly in the photos.

And my tears, like they were programmed, fell down without the emotional toaster.

It’s just like going through the process.

I know.

One layer of wreath without him.

He’s not here.

But where would he be?

I asked them.

Ask them where Tang Wuk is.

But they said that I couldn’t go to Tang Wuk when he left.

They say it’s too dangerous there.

It’s too dangerous.

I took a few steps back, and I couldn’t stop laughing.

Yeah.

Because it’s too dangerous.

So I can’t go.

I can’t.

Because it’s too dangerous.

So Don Xue has to go.

He went.

I don’t know.

He chose that place to leave.

Choose that way to leave.

Where can I see him again?

I can still feel him.

I’ll dream about him.

I’ll see what’s left of him in reality.

He’ll sound in his head.

I’ll…

He’ll laugh at me, open his arms and ask me to read.

There’s no Tang Wuk anywhere.

But it’s Tang Wuk everywhere.

How can I believe that?

The world seems to be working as usual.

It’s on schedule. There’s no anomaly.

I don’t know how many days it took.

I was asked to watch an operation.

During the operation, the patient suffered an aortic bleeding.

Blood pours out of red, falling in the eyes, a big twilight.

They’ve been involved in many operations.

But out of the operating room, that big red is still in the brain.

Even when they wash their hands, their hands touch cold water and they tremble.

And then it turned to dry vomit.

I got a heartache.

When I look up again, I see myself in the mirror.

Tears fall down one by one.

I seem to have been able to react from time to time.

Where’s Tang Wuk?

He won’t let me know.

Even going to the hospital would remember I wasn’t on duty.

Did he lose so much blood before he left?

That’s why I didn’t see him.

So much blood.

He should be in pain.

I’m home.

Me and Don Xu’s home.

I took out his clothes in the closet, folded over and over.

I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I think it’s better.

When he folds into a coat of wind, a velvet box rolls out of his pocket to the ground.

I watched it for a long time, and finally I bent to pick it up.

Open the box, it’s a pair of rings.

It’s beautiful. It’s my style.

I put one on my finger.

That’s right.

I suddenly remembered once before that he held me and rounded up my finger with his finger, rubbing.

And I looked at him, and I laughed at him, and said, “Are you going to measure my fingers and buy a ring?” I’m sorry.

How did he react?

When he kissed my hand, he tickled me and said, “I thought you wanted to marry me.” The blogger adds:

I don’t know.

Stupid Don Wook.

I wanted to marry you.

It’s a way to distract me.

Tang Xu’s phone wallpaper is me.

He shot me.

Very funny.

It’s not like I am now.

I opened the album.

His photo albums and videos are rare.

Mostly me.

The rest of him and my picture.

I finally saw him again.

Smiley, vivid, Tang Wuk by my side.

Don Xue has set flowers.

The flowers of the next few decades.

I knew it when the flower shop called him.

He was set up before he went on a mission.

Just missing an exact day.

The florist staff asked me, is the day set?

I think I know what Tang Wuk’s surprise is for me.

He wants to propose to me.

He wants to be with me forever.

“It’s settled. I’m sorry.

I turned the ring on my finger.

It’s already settled.

Any day.

I promised him 10,000 times already.

I reported a day.

One, Don Xue’s still alive.

The flowers arrive.

I stood there with flowers and I couldn’t stop laughing.

So it was 99 red roses.

It also says,

“We congratulate Mr. Tang and Miss Seo on being connected. I’m sorry.

Don Xue is so dumb.

He ordered flowers for decades.

What if the flower shop closes?

The memories turned into tear-gas theatres.

It’s been three years.

But it’s not bad.

I rubbed my eyes with tears and came up to the living room to fetch water.

I made the flowers I gave me and saved them.

Proposal, first year, second year.

Even the first gills.

They’re all well preserved.

I think they’re gonna be long.

Three-year-old roses are ready for a few days.

99, big engineering.

It’s probably a hard day off, and most of the time is spent on it.

I’m thinking that Don Woo is really unwise.

I’m hoping to see the red roses on the tea table, and I’m blowing out again.

Forget it. What am I up to with him?

The night will soon pass.

Hospitals are busy.

One patient after another.

One surgery after another.

But sometimes I think it’s better to be busy.

After the dry flowers were made, I selected a few for Don Xu’s mother.

It happens every year.

She stood outside the house waiting for me, and when I arrived, she took my hand into the house.

Don Xu’s dad went to the station. I’m the only one at home.

I took the flowers out of the bag, but she didn’t pick them up right away, but she hugged me.

“Read, thank you. I’m sorry.

I smiled and held her back.

“The other day I saw a video of dry flowers DIY on the Internet, and today I’m on vacation. I’m sorry.

So she smiled, and she noded.

I don’t know.

Tang Wuk’s parents spoke to me once two years ago.

They told me to forget Tang Wuk.

Find new lovers, new relationships, new lives.

I listened to them in peace.

Then he smiled and shook his head with her hand.

I gave them dry flowers and shook the ring.

I said that while Don Xue didn’t propose to me, he didn’t put the ring on my hand.

But I’ve been with the ring for three years, and I’ve collected three years of flowers.

That’s why I’m married to Tang Wuk and become their daughter-in-law.

When it’s done, it’s dark.

They were worried I was in danger, so they kept me.

After the wash, I stood in Tang Wuk’s room.

His room and his character were very similar, with gray blues, clean and clean, with basketball star posters on the wall and basketball on the corner.

But it’s dead. It’s soft.

I suddenly remembered the first time I went home to see his parents.

That’s a month after the confirmation.

I asked him why it was so early.

He said he only wanted to be with me when he was old.

It’s not too late to see my parents.

But he wanted his parents to know me sooner.

He smiled so sincerely.

My face was red.

I thought, “No one can talk straight.”

His one heart is the most charming.

Boom.

Liar Don Xu.

What about our agreed years?

Mom called me a few days later.

Talk a lot.

The last thing she said was that someone introduced me to a guy who wanted me to meet.

He’s as big as Tang Wuk, 32 years old, a year older than me.

Mom said a lot about that guy.

I listened, compared, and found every good thing in Tang Wuk.

No, Don Xue is better than him.

I don’t know.

So, look, it’s all Tang Wuk’s fault.

Because of him, I had no way of seeing anyone else.

I thought about it.

In fact, these years have not changed.

I haven’t changed much.

Eat, sleep.

Do research, work.

Cycle back.

A day goes by quickly.

It’s just that sometimes looking at empty refrigerators, walking through the luxurious commercial streets, eating unwelcome vegetables, the head is suddenly empty for seconds.

It suddenly felt like it wasn’t supposed to be.

The fridge is supposed to be filled, and I’m supposed to be taught a lesson.

I’ve got one in my face when you pull your hand around.

Some of them should not be crowds, but be dominated by a familiar voice.

And those vegetables shouldn’t taste so bad.

I don’t know.

But then I woke up.

They should have.

And in the decades that followed.

Everything you know becomes unfamiliar.

I’m slowly believing.

And slowly.

At lunch, a news story was broadcast on the cafeteria television.

On the news.

The military destroyed a huge transnational crime site.

A lot of old cases have been solved.

And many of the people in the mud were able to see it again.

The pickles are handy and the nose is sorely acidic.

It’s been a little bit less frequent lately.

But this moment, I can’t help but think of Don Wuk again.

I know.

This is the result of the efforts of many people like Tang Wuk.

That’s what Tang Xu tried to see.

So this night I dreamt of Tang Wuk.

He finally got out of a fire.

With the ashes on his hands, he came to me and pinched my face.

He’s full of smiles.

“How did we become a flower cat?” I’m sorry.

The next day was followed by many surgeries.

It was midnight when I came home.

There have been some recent problems with the lights in the building.

Out of the elevator, I looked down in the bag and looked for the key.

The building was empty, with only the sound of a collision of the heels and the floor.

The metal’s cold on the fingertips, and I look up.

But it stopped.

Far away, I saw a tall figure standing at the door.

He was wearing black clothes, with his head down, and he didn’t really look in the dark light.

It seemed like I was getting closer and he raised his head.

The corridor lights were at this point in time a moment of light.

The key in your hand fell on the floor and made a loud sound.

I consciously retreated.

Am I crazy? Why did I see Tong Wuk?

A heart beating.

I can’t move half of my body.

I looked straight at him.

Until they are taken into a familiar embrace.

“Read. I’m sorry.

I heard Tang Wuk.

Mute, low, calling my name.

It’s really my name.

Then We stretched out our hand in the rear, then We pushed him away with a heavy thrust.

I looked up at him and looked at him in inch by inch.

He had scars on his forehead, as before, but he had scars on his left eye.

And yet, the shivering hand slowly touched the scar.

I heard my voice coming out of my throat dry.

“Are you Tang Wuk? I’m sorry.

He seems to be holding up. He has a red eye.

He didn’t answer, but held my hand and took me in his arms.

He hugged me tight.

I didn’t react until this moment.

He’s Don Xue.

The mood is falling apart.

I grabbed his clothes and cried.

Tang Xu’s body is scarred a lot.

Sword wounds, gunshot wounds, burns.

Shoulders, abdomen, back, legs.

Don Xue won’t let me see it, but I’ve touched everything with my fingertips.

Look at the tears falling down.

He held me in his breath, slapping me on the back, squishing me.

It was him who was hurt, and it was him who hurt, and he turned to me to comfort.

“Dang Xu. I’m sorry.

“The criminal gang in that place was destroyed two days ago. I’m sorry.

“I called a lot of people and wanted them to take me there. I’m sorry.

“I thought it wasn’t dangerous, so they would agree to let me go and then I could come to you. I’m sorry.

“I can finally come to you. I’m sorry.

We buried our heads on his neck, and wept.

“I really, really miss you. I’m sorry.

I was scared, it was a dream.

So I couldn’t close my eyes and hold Tang Wuk’s hand tight.

He lay on his side looking at me and suddenly reached out another hand over my eyes.

Then he leaned over my lips and next kiss.

“Read, this is not a dream. I’m sorry.

“The gang was arrested and I came back. I’m sorry.

“You don’t have to meet me there. I’m right next to you. I’m sorry.

I’m awake.

The moment I woke up, I looked around.

There’s no one left.

There was a great sense of panic, and I was so busy getting out of bed, I fell and fell to look for Tang Xu.

I’m afraid Don Xue’s coming back is just a dream I had.

It was I who missed him so much.

And the dream wakes up after the hallucinations.

There’s nothing left.

Until I saw him again in the kitchen.

He was standing in the kitchen in an apron, like that morning three years ago.

“Dang Xu. I’m sorry.

The words are gnawing.

I went round and round around his waist.

And he looked down and saw my naked feet, as he had before.

So I heard him groaning, and turned and held me up, and went to the bedroom, and put him on the bed.

He took out a pair of socks from the closet and put them on.

I’ve been staring at him all along.

The excitement of the lost resonance is an unrealistic one.

I’m still afraid he’s gone for a blink.

But finally, Don Xue held my hand and put it on his face.

Hot.

He looked up at me, he looked soft, he sounded loud.

He told me:

“Read, this isn’t your dream. I’m back. I’m sorry.

Tang Wuk is really back.

Tang Wuk took me to his parents’ house.

They’re all happy.

No one at the table talks about the past three years.

We are all living and dying.

So the sorrows and the memories that we have endured, the bitter emotions that we’ve been through at this time, are consciously and automatically.

It’s the past, it’s the past.

Not again.

We just mentioned the pleasure of recent days.

And planning for the future.

Mama Tang Wuk brought soup bowls for me and Tang Wuk.

It’s been all over my face with a light smile.

The father of Tang Wuk, who has always spoken too much at the table, drank a lot of wine.

Until the end, he looked at Tang Wuk.

“Did you regret it all these years? I’m sorry.

And he who had been drinking was less than a day of power, and showed some old fatigue.

Tang Xu’s father was also a soldier.

For the past three years, he has not shown much sorrow, but has finally become much older.

I turned to Tang Wuk.

His face was a little drunk at the time.

He reached out and held my hand on the floor and his palm was hot.

I saw him shake his head slowly.

Hear him say:

“I’ve never regretted this since I made this decision. I’m sorry.

Tang Wuk is drunk.

I took him back to his room.

But it didn’t take him a while to lie down, and he got up again.

The eyes were in the room for a while and then they put them on me.

He stretched out his hand and pulled me to the bed and into his arms.

“Read. I’m sorry.

He held me against his bed, he buried his head in my neck, and called my name with some adhesive intoxication.

Tight breath sprayed on skin.

And I was dazzling, and I answered it gently.

When he got a response he raised his head and held my hand.

He rubbed my finger and the ring on my finger, itchy.

I heard him laugh.

“I knew we’d find the ring. I’m sorry.

For some reason, my nostrils are starting to sour again.

So I stomped my mouth and cried back, grabbed his finger, and softly:

“Where is the wedding ring to wear?” I’m sorry.

I heard that.

It took a long time to hold me tight.

His voice was ringing in my ear.

“Read, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

“I was scared when it exploded three years ago, and I knew that if I was gone, we would cry as little tears. I’m sorry.

“You know, I’m afraid of you crying. I’m sorry.

“Good thing I survived. I’m sorry.

“I can’t think about you for three years. I’m afraid I’ll think of you crying or you with someone else. I’m sorry.

“I’ve thought a thousand times about how I could take you back if you were with someone else. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, he stopped.

It took a while to hold my finger and kiss and then show a smile.

“It’s good to think you can wait for me. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Drunk Don Woo hugged me and told me one word for three years.

I do not know exactly what happened in this, but I do know that it was in those three years that criminal gangs were dismantled.

For three years, he’s had a hard time.

But he never regretted it.

And suddenly there was a scene.

It was the summer after graduation, and Tang Wuk was near my house.

He held me in his arms.

He said let me wait for him.

I waited.

Twice.

So I laughed, and though my eyes were dazzled, I laughed.

I said:

“I’ll always wait for you. I’m sorry.

Those three years seem to have been short-cut.

Now that Tang Xu has returned, he will continue to play the following days.

I don’t have to worry about empty refrigerators.

There is no need to worry about waking up at night and suddenly.

I can walk down the street with his hand.

It’s easy to taste good food.

Those things that used to be ordinary are now very valuable.

Then one day, I came home to open the door and saw Don Xue with a bunch of red roses.

His room was beautifully set up.

He’s holding the flowers, holding the ring, kneeling on his one knee.

He asked if I wanted to marry him?

A three-year late surprise, filled at the moment.

The eyes were hot and I laughed at him, “Is that 99 roses?” I’m sorry.

His eyes are red and he’s still smiling at me.

He shook his head and said no.

He said 100 because he wanted us to be together.

I laughed, I took the ring off my hand and I stretched it to him.

He helped me wear the ring this time. I’m happy.

So, “Mr. Tang and Miss Seo are all connected. I’m sorry.

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Published in 2022-07-21 12:40 Prohibition of Reproduction

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