Best sugar.
Best candy.
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
I have a useless power.
Once you’re in sweet love, the finger point of the left-hand finger starts to glucose.
Real sugar, sweet, different flavors.
One.
That’s why I have hundreds of sad books in some sort of software.
Sometimes when you accidentally hit a sugar, you need to cool yourself with a tyrannical text so you don’t go too far.
Of course, it’s not completely useless.
When coffee is too bitter, it can be self-reliant.
With the power, I’m finding something interesting.
For example, the sugar I’m taking is real or fake.
Two.
Last year I was so fond of a bean, he and a first-time actress were all over the show and marketing.
I watched them go to dinner with a video of each other, and I was happy to put sugar in their fingers.
Drink: Foo, bitter.
It was not long since the powdered road had been torn apart, and the agents from both sides had stepped down and verbally abused and completely collapsed.
3
After a couple of fake sugars in the entertainment, I was careful.
The eyes turn to a red short video.
A couple of 30s became my favorite. They had a one-year-old baby with big eyes and eyelids and looked like dolls.
Unlike the average couple, they can become cyber-red, because the father is a full-time cooker.
Mom is responsible for making money to raise a beautiful family, and Dad takes care of the baby to provide emotional value.
No problem.
I paint his video every day, and it’s so touching when a couple throws sugar.
Seeing him petting his wife like a girl, the sweets of his fingertips are brushing down.
Until one day, I found the sugar darkening.
Then getting bitter.
From sweet bouquets to sweet chocolate in bitterness, to thick black coffee.
I’m a little sad, and they said that twilight is the flower of their love and her favorite flower.
When he confessed to her, he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Until the end, I saw the photos of the divorce papers he issued, and I was stuck in my heart.
That day, I heard “Single Love” countless times.
“I’ve had enough of love to fight for love alone…”
It’s like what I feel.
4
I’ve been hiding this secret very well.
Until my best friend fell in love, I accidentally exposed my own power of scum.
The girl’s mother was single and the university chased a long-term figure for four years.
Today, she takes up her post in that foreign company where she is a senior, and the male gods take the initiative to date her.
She came back on a date and couldn’t sleep at night. Call me on video.
“I’m so excited, you know? He took my hand today! I’m sorry.
I watched her roll over and over in bed, and as I was happy for her, I was worried: “Did he tell you?” I’m sorry.
“Not yet, he must have chosen the right opportunity. I found him quite romantic today, his first date, and he brought me a gift, a MAC lipstick, and a color for me. I’m sorry.
I feel like my girlfriend’s brain has been corrupted by love.
Her own cosmetics were of great value, and now a lipstick would make her horny.
For four years, everyone around him knew she liked him, and his friends used to get them together.
But every time, boys say they’re friends.
Is it true that the gold is open?
I’m a little restless, but there’s no evidence.
“Did he say, “When did he like you?” I’m sorry.
“I asked him, he said he didn’t know what moment I had touched him, and when he went to college he thought I was a child, and he didn’t think I’d stick to work, he wanted to try with me, so neither one of them was sorry. I’m sorry.
Sounds very sincere.
“Congratulations, then. I’m sorry.
“When we’re clear, we’ll have a hot pot, and we’ll introduce him to you officially, but he can’t eat spicy, we can eat sauerkraut. I’m sorry.
The hot pot hasn’t waited yet, but the sugar’s been collected.
I knew she was in love. I didn’t think she’d throw dog food at me every day.
I tasted sugar.
What can I say? It’s a strange smell I’ve never tasted.
I’ve been confused. Does he really love her?
Why isn’t sugar sweet?
But not bitter.
Strange.
This question has been confusing me for a long time.
Until one day, the company had dinner and my colleagues brought me a small piece of guacamole.
The stench that comes out of the platinum makes my scalp numb.
“Thank you, I don’t eat durian.” I’m sorry.
I finally know what love is like.
Grenade?
It’s strange that she doesn’t eat guacamole!
And I asked her, “If someone says that your love is odour, what’s your first reaction?” I’m sorry.
She’s all over her face: I’m telling you, he likes it the most and I can eat it now. It’s delicious. I’m sorry.
It’s hopeless.
They say love blinds people. I didn’t think the nose would fail.
“All right, I wish you all a long love. I’m sorry.
When I was busy at the back, I often needed to travel, and the hot pot was six months late.
Until she told me, “You must come this time, we are engaged!” I’m sorry.
I’m surprised, “You’ve been talking for six or seven months. Isn’t it a bit hasty? Marriage is not a child’s play, or be careful.” I’m sorry.
She smiled so sweet that she showed me the big diamond ring on her hands.
“We met our parents, his mother loved me, and the bride price room was ready. He asked me to marry him, and I said yes. He was always getting married. I’m sorry.
I was deeply touched by her passion.
I thought maybe I shouldn’t doubt their feelings, and he might be happy, as I am, to be wrapped up in this strong and hot love.
The sweets from the fingertips, the guacamole tasted more, and I collected them and wanted to record them.
I never thought I’d get another call from my best friend.
“Hello, Miss Van? Your friend Tang Cheuk is in the hospital. She asked me to contact you before she went into a coma. I’m sorry.
I drove over a hundred kilometres and came back from the field and saw her lying on her bed.
His face is white and his lips are bloodless.
The skinned wrists of the child were marked with several cross-cut scars.
My tears fell in a moment, and I was afraid.
She noticed someone, Seo-suk opened her eyes, saw me, and was weak enough to open her mouth: “How nice of you to come. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with you? Tell me something. I’ll work with you! I’m sorry.
I really didn’t think she could kill herself with such a big, lively character.
She murmurs, “Remember when you asked me if my love tasted like a guacamole? I’m sorry.
“Remember…”
“It’s true that there’s so much love in the world. I’m sorry.
And I held her unharmed hand gently: “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
“He’s gay, he’s been with his boyfriend for eight years.” Eight years, why didn’t he just tell me? I’m sorry.
What’s a durian love?
It’s probably honey ace, ace cream.
I have some regrets that I was busy at work and neglected to give me the details.
There’s always a sign of this, but she’s stuck in it and she can’t see it.
After she got out of the hospital, I went with her to see a psychiatrist and moved in.
Far from the previous environment and that man, her mental state had improved considerably with the help of medication.
And when she talks about it again, she can say, “It is not enough to know that he is not worthy of my life, but to meet a man who is a liar.” I’m sorry.
“You can figure it out,” and I took my heart off, “The toad with three legs is hard to find, and the men with two legs are running around. I’m sorry.
It was dealt with intermittently for six months.
Weak men came to the hospital several times and they knew that they were in trouble. They didn’t even dare enter the ward door and left their stuff outside.
The mother-in-law, who had been treated like a mother-in-law, had turned her back on the diamond ring bride price without any compensation.
They saw their faces without mercy.
Everything was given back, and a circle of friends was sent, so everyone around knew about it.
Within a short period of time, the man offered to leave.
It has been said that his mother tried to separate him from his boyfriend, and this time he was determined that they were working together in the new city.
I poured those cans of guacamole in the trash.
It’s just like she’s completely downplaying this spoiled feeling.
5
I decided to put down my phone and pick up the brush because of the confusion.
On weekends, I went to the nearby park with a canvas.
There was a clear wind in the pavilion, and I was sitting next to the beauty.
The two old men stood by each other and walked in front of me.
There’s a lot of old people walking around the park, and at first I didn’t take it seriously. After all, what I wanted to paint today is the lake overlooking the kiosk, and it’s full of light, and it’s a small boat.
But when I was about to start writing, two shivers came and sat down on the lake bench.
It was just two old people.
My eyes were unwittingly drawn to the past.
Grandma’s hair was full of silver, with a roll of rolls and a black butterfly clip on her head.
The old man looked a little older, with a wooden crutches and a straight waistboard, perhaps a young soldier.
They’re whispering.
The wind blew a willow to Grandma’s hair.
The old man stretched his hand down and brushed her hair for her, and then naturally put his hand behind her back.
I wanted to paint the scenery, but when I left it, I had no choice but to draw the back of them in the bench.
The sun was pouring on them, and I saw Grandma laughing, and the wrinkles on her face were so lively that it struck my heart.
The pointy sugar fell on the paint plate and was taken to the paper with a brush and sand.
I suddenly wonder what their love tastes like.
Wrecking the bottle cap, the light green particles slowly fall into water and turn into a white fog.
I’ll take a taste.
Tea is a fragrance.
I don’t know about tea. I can’t tell if it’s Pummy or Iron, but between lips, it’s light and long.
Love can also be as strong as flowers, but thin as tea, and once used to, it is a part of life that cannot be cut, not warm, but never tired.
This moment, my heart has been healed.
I finished my painting, but I didn’t leave, and I watched them sit by the lake and lean to the west of the sun.
The old man stood up with a cane and held Grandma’s hand.
Two people left slowly.
I’m going to put it away and give it to my best friend.
A week later, I went back to the old place in the park.
I didn’t know if they were coming or sitting on that bench.
I didn’t bring a painting rack today. I brought a book.
Just looking at the bookskin, the aunts came and they were wearing a dress of national style, which was probably just finished with the dance, with sweatballs on the forehead.
They sat a metre away from me and started talking without anyone.
Talking, talking to two old people.
“Look if it’s the old Feng of our unit at the lake. He’s like a day to his wife. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, she’s called Jolly. I heard she was a ballet dancer when she was young. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. Hey, do you think this Alzheimer’s can be saved? I’m sorry.
“Not good. I’m sorry.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. I think old Feng likes it no matter what happens to her. I’m sorry.
“Yes, look at his eyes. When did you see other women? I’m sorry.
Two men took a break and got up and left.
Quiet in the booth again.
Alzheimer?
I can’t tell. He took good care of her.
The hands of the faithful, with the old, he really did it.
Having tasted the pain of many people’s love, I was afraid.
But old Feng inspired me magically.
Let me believe that if I could meet the right person, the love of the taste of tea could last as long as the freshener.
Six.
Speaking of fresheners, I thought of a girl in the recent office who was working as an intern, who would receive a flower every day.
Roses of all colours rotated from the country’s production of roses to the importing Ecuador.
The girl bought a lot of vases, raised them in every corner of the office, and even when the client came, she said that we were doing the design, and the company was very nice.
And she got a bit grumpy and smiled, and said, “Oh, I told my boyfriend that he didn’t have to send flowers every day. He just didn’t listen, and I had to spend time on them every day. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to, I’ll send my boyfriend to your place, and I’ll have to show up here.” I’m sorry.
The girl didn’t know if she heard it, but the next day, the flowers came.
More than half a month ago, even the flower-sending guy was with us.
I’m an apprentice at this flower shop, part-time delivery, tall, handsome, but dark.
He’s a very open-minded man who greets us every day, and sometimes he says, “What do you think about this? I’m sorry.
We certainly complimented him: “The aesthetic can, and it doesn’t look like an apprentice.” I’m sorry.
“Looks good. You’ll be a great florist. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but exaggerate his face and run.
Aunt Wang said, “Hey, so shy is rare. I’m sorry.
The girl sniffs with flowers and smiles happy.
Today’s roses are red tea, with oranges to pink.
Very good.
Auntie Wang, who doesn’t know whether she’s jealous or something, says, “We see flowers every day and we haven’t seen your boyfriend. I’m sorry.
The girl’s face changed a little: “He’s starting a business, busy. I’m sorry.
Aunt Wang’s eyebrows and obscenities: “By starting a business, that’s the big boss.”
There are rumours in the company that the girl was raised by the boss, so she was given flowers every day, but never showed up, nor did she see the picture.
One time I went to tea and water for an indirect coffee and saw her sneaking around in the corner to shed tears.
I hesitated for a moment without coming forward to comfort.
One is not familiar, two is…
I’ve seen so many flowers, and the sweets on my fingertips never appear.
Didn’t she feel love?
Then why did you act happy when you received the flowers?
Although I did not follow you with malicious speculations, my heart was filled with rumours.
After all, my almighty won’t lie.
My sugar knows her better than she knows herself.
The girl may have come home and told her boyfriend that there were no more roses in the office and that a few bottles of flowers had been opened and thrown into the trash.
As rumours continue, the face of the girl is getting worse and the spirit of her work is often abated.
With preconceived prejudices, colleagues began to wonder if the boss had broken up with her.
Until one morning, Aunt Wang came into the office and was so excited.
She brought a heavy message.
“I tell you, she’s with the guy who sent the flowers. I’m sorry.
“Really? I’m sorry.
“Did she break up with her former boss? I’m sorry.
“What happened? How did you know? I’m sorry.
Auntie Wang mysteriously pointed downstairs: “When I stopped, I saw her talking to the boy at the back door, and you said there were no flowers, why did he come here?” I’m sorry.
“When do they get better? I’m sorry.
“No, she’s out of her mind. I’m sorry.
The voice just dropped and the girl came in with the bag.
All eyes fell on her, scout, joker, examiner.
The girl’s eyes were swollen and red, and she seemed to have cried downstairs.
She walked in, didn’t even hit her card, threw her bag at the table and went straight to Aunt Wang.
“What are you doing?” I’m telling you, the office has surveillance, so don’t mess with it. I’m sorry.
The girl is sarcasm.
“Really? Auntie Wang, I didn’t see you scared when I lied! I’m sorry.
Aunt Wang stood up in a panic and tried to make herself strong. When he got up, his knees stomped on the legs of the table, and banged.
“What am I lying about? Don’t talk here, little girl. I’m sorry.
“Don’t think I don’t know, but you’re the one who told me I was taken care of.” You’re the one who keeps his mouth shut when he’s working. I’m sorry.
“You! I’m sorry.
“What about me? You said I was with the flower-seller. Yeah, he’s my boyfriend. He’s been giving me flowers. I just graduated into the company, so you know my boyfriend is a flower-apprent. At least my boyfriend’s a good man, not like your wife. I’m sorry.
“You! “My aunt Wang is speechless and angry.
The girl’s eyes were flying: “Thanks to you, I was determined to resign and start a business with him. My boyfriend will be the boss, and I will be the boss’s wife.” Fuck you. I’m sorry.
Before she went back to her job, she packed her things in her bag and went to find her.
Everyone sits silently, and this time it’s not right to see Aunt Wang’s eyes.
I looked down and saw a little pile of sugar on the table.
It was only then that I realized that I had just been forced into dog food.
I tasted the sugar.
I thought it’d be roses. After all, he’d sent so many roses.
I can’t believe it’s Yang Mei!
Acid and sweetness are interwoven, probably the taste of her life with him.
Soon I jumped to another listed company.
It has been reported that Auntie Wang left office shortly after being marginalized and that the atmosphere between her colleagues in the company was much better.
The girl and her boyfriend opened a flower shop, which was run by the girl, and the designer of the flower was stunned, and there was a wave of excitement in a book.
7
After a period of time, my best friend Tang Cheong came out of the shadow of a previously defrauded marriage.
She talked about a new boyfriend.
He’s tall and handsome. He’s not half as good as he used to be.
She’s been curious to know my power.
“What kind of sugar is my relationship this time?” I’m sorry.
I put sugar in a jar to give her taste, and she put a bunch of sugar in her lips, and she was confused: “It’s sweet, but why doesn’t it melt?” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh, and I said, “Twish it. I’m sorry.
She chewed on the sugar, and then, naturally, she opened her mouth, held the sugar with her tongue and blew out a big bubble.
Bang! I’m sorry.
Bubbles crack, a whisper, sugar on her mouth.
She’s not looking well.
I laughed, “What’s up? Is your love sweet?”
She was ashamed of her face, hammered me with a punch, and then rubbed her mouth while she was busy looking for a paper towel, saying, “You’re too bad, and don’t remind me that your lipstick is glued away. I’m sorry.
“There is no surprise. That scum used to let you chase him behind him, and you kept pushing yourself to make yourself stronger, and you always felt like it was worth it. Now there’s a man who can turn you back like a little girl. I’m sorry.
I was happy for her, and I handed her the new lipstick in the bag: “Try this new color, I think it suits you today.” I’m sorry.
“It’s nice to have you with me, remember my favorite snack when I was a kid, was a big bubble gum. I’m sorry.
“That’s necessary, I remember, when I had no allowance, and every time you bought a snack, you would give me half, even if it was your favorite bubble gum, and you’d give me a long stretch. I’m sorry.
We lived in an alley when we were kids.
My childhood was not pleasant, and the deepest joy in my memory was given to me by Tang Cheong.
No one wants more than me, Don Chestnut.
When she finished making up her makeup and gave me lipstick, she asked me, “Yes, if it were you, would you eat out-of-date sugar?” I’m sorry.
I put my face on the face: “You should have thrown out of the trash can, not the scum who came to you before. I’m telling you, don’t be soft. I’m sorry.
Her lips, she hesitated, she finally looked into my eyes and said:
“I heard Tao is back home. I’m sorry.
And I stood up, and my elbow was about to hit the floor.
“Really? Why did he come back suddenly? I’m getting a bit stammered.
Toko is my ex-boyfriend. We broke up four years ago. We haven’t talked to each other in four years.
8
It’s like a rock falling into a calm lake and provoking a layer of slabs.
It’s been a sudden break in a calm mind.
My fingers were tied to the glass, and I laughed: “It’s been a long time since Tao’s ex-boyfriend, and suddenly he’s not married. I’m sorry.
Reason tells me not to think too much, we have nothing to do with it.
And Don Chestnut looked at me in a tight body and lamented: “O you who see the love of others in plain and clear, but do not see your heart.” I’m sorry.
She picked up the phone and forwarded me a chat record.
It’s her and Tao Yi.
I’ll take a deep breath and have some courage.
His head was still that familiar painting, but it hasn’t changed in four years, and my head has changed countless times.
He told Tang Cheon-chul, “I’m back, I landed this morning, and I’m doing business in A City. Would you like to join us tomorrow afternoon?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t have a word from the rabbit. Please ask her for me. I’m sorry.
He was asked: “Do you come back alone? I’m sorry.
“Yes, I should stay behind. I’m sorry.
My nose is sore, my tears are soaking in my eyes.
In love, Tang Cheuk and I are the opposite. She’s in love, but I’m smart enough.
It took me two months to get out after I broke up with Toyo and then had a brief relationship with another boy.
I always thought it would be hard for Tao-Chou and I to meet again.
Perhaps when he returned home, after more than a dozen years, when we were surprised to meet at a party and had each other’s families and children, it was just a nice, polite and perhaps even a little awkward.
Just didn’t think he’d be home so early.
Before he left the country, he asked me if I wanted to go with him.
I’d love to, but I can’t just walk away from my grandfather’s poor health.
And so we started to have exotic love.
In the meantime, we vowed to stay together and naively thought that if we loved each other, the distance across the oceans would be no match for the belief in love.
But less than a year, we still regret breaking up.
Years of relationships have failed to survive an eight-hour time difference.
I look up, I cry, I suck my nose hard: “It’s just for dinner, no problem, I shouldn’t be working late tomorrow afternoon.” I’m sorry.
“Do you really think about it? Don Chestnut’s happy, “Tao hasn’t talked about his girlfriend in years. I can’t believe you can’t tell. He’s coming back to you. I’m sorry.
“Do you think we could really get back together?” I’m sorry.
I was lost, four years, and I changed a lot, and he would not be left behind.
Of course it’s possible!
Don Chestnut’s nodding.
Sometimes I’m jealous of Tang Cheong’s love brain.
For her, love is a very important emotion and deserves everything.
And on the contrary, I have no obsession with love.
When my parents divorced when I was young, they formed new families in other cities, as if I were the symbol of this unfortunate marriage, left in cold blood at home, and raised me by my grandfather’s little work.
I’m not in love because I don’t trust love in my bones.
Intimacy can be so cold, not to mention love.
Four years ago, the night I broke up with Tao-Chu, a sudden high fever gave me the weak power of sugar.
I was surprised when I found out about the power.
One is surprised that there is real power in this world, and the other is confused why I am so.
Do you believe in love when you’ve got too much sugar?
I won’t.
I’ve been a sober bystander, even if the sugar is sweet, it’s only for me, and now they’re in love.
But tomorrow? Too many accidents tomorrow.
Tang Cheong always said I was too pessimistic about love.
Now think, perhaps because of that pessimism, I have chosen to resolve conflicts by breaking up each time I have a problem with my feelings.
I bit the bite straw.
The tea in the cup was cold, and I took a little sip of it, and I thought about all the sugar I tasted.
It’s bitter, but mostly sweet.
“Well, the expired sugar, it’s not like we can’t take any more. I’m sorry.
After all, sugar isn’t that easy to break.
9
The dinner was set in a very popular teahouse, and when I came in, the waiter asked me if I had a reservation.
I looked around and I recognized the skinny figure sitting by the window.
He seems to have noticed my eyes, and he’s looking at the door, and we’re looking at each other in a crowded table.
He stood up unconsciously.
I smiled and pointed at the table, and said to the waiter, “Friends have booked the place, I have seen him. I’m sorry.
When I walked in, I suddenly realized that the table at the window was in two places.
Aren’t we having dinner together?
Ta-da helped me to pull the chair.
It seemed like I was confused, and he smiled: “Rabbit, you didn’t think Tang Cheong would really come. I’m sorry.
I’m the only one here tonight.
I realized that they were colluding.
“What did you tell her? I’m sorry.
I’m crying.
“Improper. She’s the one who offered to work overtime today. I’m sorry.
“Am I such a bad person in the eyes of rabbits?” I’m sorry.
He had a deer’s eye, and his eyes were clean and bright, and when he was in love, We were in his black eyes.
A few years ago, he looked a lot more mature than he used to be, but he was still mad at me.
Why didn’t you see this guy in the tea?
I bit my teeth, calm down, sit down on his face.
“Did Mr. Tao call me by my nickname in our relationship? You should just call me by my name. I’m sorry.
And Tao Qi was well-doing and pouring me tea, and said, “No problem. You can call me whatever you want. I’m sorry.
The smile on your face is so sweet, it’s like being cheap.
I had some headaches, squeezed my forehead and asked, “What are you doing back home?” I heard chestnuts say you want to stay in the country. I’m sorry.
“No,” he dropped the teapot and looked at me with interest: “My family’s business is settled, and I’m going to start a business in the country. I’ll go to the city where you are, and this time I won’t let it go easy. I’m sorry.
Words fall, my index finger suddenly starts to glucose.
And We raised our left hand in panic, and covered it with our right hand.
Shit!
You can’t even take your own candy!
10
I never thought there would be a chance to start over with a long-term relationship.
Tao-tao has never been so straight in his feelings, and he has not concealed his love at all.
It’s probably only this warm emotion that can drag me out of the snails that I hide, and I dare to face my feelings.
I have to admit that my love for him is like a fire that seems to have burned to ashes, but the wind blows and burns.
“So, are you guys together again? The blogger says:
I shake the jar, it’s full of sugar and sand.
“Not yet. I haven’t seen him in a few years. I have to get along with him again. Moreover, he offered to confess to me again. I’m sorry.
“Well, it’s always good to be careful. I have heard, however, that his projects abroad were very successful, with two rounds of financing in just one year. This time, he returned home after selling his original shares, and a lot of people in the field were very fond of his previous projects and felt sorry for his move. I think he’s in a hurry to come back, and I’m afraid he’s worried that you’ll fall in love with someone else and miss your chance. I’m sorry.
I was a little surprised, after all, that he didn’t tell me.
He merely said that he had returned to his country to start a business and that he had not been able to do so once abroad. I was worried that his crotch would be lost.
“I can’t see how he talks like green tea, not like he’s been in business. I’m sorry.
“That’s in front of you! “I tell you, don’t let him fool you. I’m sorry.
She took a look at my sugar can.
“This sugar is not your love, is it? Look at you holding it, like a baby. I’m sorry.
And I was holding on to us, “Well, yes, but this is something you don’t like.” I’m sorry.
“No, you’re not such a stingy person,” and Don Chestnut was curious, reaching out to me, and he said, “There’s no sugar worse than guacamole. I’m sorry.
I can’t shake her, I can’t shake the jar, I can’t grab it, I can’t take it.
“Say yes first and try not to regret it. I’m sorry.
She didn’t believe in evil and fell into her mouth.
“Well, what’s wrong with you?”
She tried so hard to open her mouth that she couldn’t get it off.
“Ha ha ha! I told you you don’t like food. I’m sorry.
“This is your worst tooth candy when you were a child.” I’m sorry.
Don Chestnut had to stare at me.
I was busy getting her a glass of water, and I put my hands on her, and I said, “Push, it’ll just melt.” I’m sorry.
15 minutes later.
She finally got out of it, and she looked at the sugar cane, and she said, “This guy, Tao, he’s a dog’s leather ointment. Sisters are with you, good horses don’t turn back. This guy’s after you again. I’m sorry.
“You’re a bit quick to change your tongue. Who said anything about moving the Civil Affairs Bureau and getting married? I’m sorry.
“I don’t care. I’m your mother’s family from now on. I’m sorry.
I smiled and cried and held her from behind.
“Okay, listen to you. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
One.
I tried to let my rabbit escape.
She looks very strong, as if she could carry all the burdens of life. But for her feelings, she has little courage, and a little bit of twitching makes her fall back into the grass.
At that time, I was forced to follow my parents abroad because their business had been severely damaged and to assist them in dealing with all kinds of trifles.
Before I go, I can’t trust her.
Little rabbits take care of their sick grandfather without me, she must not have the energy to take care of herself.
But when the rabbit brought me to the airport, he swore to me, “Don’t worry, we will be together.” I’m sorry.
I believe it.
But in the end, the ideal has failed.
When her stomach hurts, I can only give her some takeout.
I can’t do anything but make some consolation noise when I have a fever in the hospital.
Grandpa had surgery, she didn’t take her clothes off, she lived in a narrow wire bed in the ward, and was afraid to sleep all night, and I couldn’t even give her a penny to hire a nurse.
I feel so weak.
Until she cried and called me and said she couldn’t hold it.
She asked me, “When will this day end?”
I can’t give her the answers she wants.
If I could, I’d really like to drop everything and buy a ticket home for her.
But I can’t. Parents have just finished cleaning up all their assets, and we now have nothing, and we have a huge debt to pay.
I have to admit with great frustration that I can’t give her the love and life she wants.
Little rabbits are so insecure that she deserves someone who can always watch over her.
So we let go at the same time.
She said we’d be apart for a while.
I said good.
Hanging up the phone, I looked inside my palm, and my fingernails strangled the blues and cried.
For the first time, there was a broken heart.
God knows how I let myself say that.
Two.
I work and start a business.
When it was tough, I looked at the photos in the album and thought I was coming back.
We deleted all contact details of each other.
If not, I don’t know how many times I’d like to send her a message in the middle of the night, even if it’s just a question to see how well she is.
I have to brush the circle of her best friend Don Chestnut every day.
Because there are times when photographs of their dinners appear, and rabbits do not like to take pictures, often with only one hand, a chin or a vague side face.
I see these as a treasure.
Until a long day later, I saw a picture of a bunny with a man leaning on his fingertips.
The voice in my heart tells me that I should be happy for her.
But I can’t. I’m not a saint.
I asked Don Chestnut if the rabbit was in love.
She said yes.
We said, “Okay, I know. I’ll be back soon.”
I don’t know if she told the bunny about this, but it doesn’t matter. My goal is as clear as ever.
Just give me a chance and I’ll never let her hands go again.
Case number: YXX1Abb88Z6tdd1ayEtRlKX
Time-delaying love.
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
Snow trail, wait.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
