Letters of love
Love letters.
The boss shot “me” hair and said it was sexy.
The boss shot “me” hair and said it was sexy.
I:
Boss:
Shit! I shouldn’t have listened to my best friend’s idea of a film shoot.
One.
I said, “Boss, what is it? I’m sorry.
Boss: Come to the office. I’m sorry.
I moved in fear, and I didn’t know what the Buddha had come to me recently.
“Boom-boom!”
“In!” I’m sorry.
I went in, the boss looked at me and thought of something, looked at me from top to bottom, looked at me for two seconds on my leg hair, blinked a little bit, and said, “But that’s it.”
I shrunk my legs, I faked a cough. It was only during the season that the sight was put back on my face, and the tone was dim.
“What do you think I’m looking for? I’m sorry.
Guess?
The boss is all right everywhere, smart and pretty, but he’s a little greasy.
I looked at the files on his desk, and I was so uncertain.
“Is there a problem with the report? I’m sorry.
This report, which I examined more than five times before and after, was handed over to him with great confidence, but the original confidence collapsed in his eyes.
“See for yourself. I’m sorry.
It’s still a dead man’s tone, and I pick up the report, and I sweep it down one by one, and it’s as if it’s been solid.
Checked for 10 minutes and I gave up.
“There seems to be no mistake. I’m sorry.
I look up again and I notice that the Quarterly has withdrawn its sight, with my head down and looking at the documents, dark hair, thinness, scattered in front of the forehead, long lashes like crow feathers, and silently glamouring.
“The all-angle and the half-angle points shall be unified, next time. I’m sorry.
I:
It’s crazy! It’s crazy!
I had to go out when I said “good” and the seasoning stopped me.
“What smells so good out there?”
It’s my cheese ribs for my colleagues.
I’m afraid the festival will say I’m out of business, contaminating the office environment and shaking my head and saying, “I don’t know.”
And finally he’s lost sight of it.
Two.
“It’s too sad to think of work as a whole. I’m sorry.
I’ve just finished with my best friend’s season, and the next second I hear a bang.
I’m getting off.
I didn’t think I’d run upside down and hit a Ferrari next to it.
It’s over! I was a little overwhelmed, trying to call the police, but I saw the monsoon coming down from Ferrari, staring at the hole in front of the car, and my eyebrow was locked.
When did you change the car? I’m sorry.
He drove a Mercedes yesterday. Why is it Ferrari today?
“Just changed today. I’m sorry.
I:
Can you get insurance?
This guy’s a natural.
I can’t afford the Mercedes. Ferrari’s kind of suffocated my fate.
“Boss, if you don’t look at how much one of my legs can sell, it’s quite a lot. I’m sorry.
“The big deal is I’m not scratching anymore. I’m sorry.
I was shaking and started talking nonsense.
“You bring me lunch every day. I’m sorry.
The seasoning was too much for me, so I got in the car, and I drove off in that bulge of Ferrari.
How many will I take?
3
I’m a grocier, I study and cook every day, and I get bored and I get a shift in a class, but that’s when I knew I’d be one of the tens of millions of social animals in the future.
Since that day, I’ve been a quarterly licking dog.
I’m not going to work, I’m not going to work, I’m going to hang out.
I’ll be the first to comment.
“Just a little bit, but not so handsome. I’m sorry.
We’ll have an extra-time friend’s ring.
My first comment.
“Is that Ben? This plus the company’s future. I’m sorry.
A photo of a family at a quarterly ceremony.
I’m still the first comment.
“Why is your sister so pretty? She’s Disney’s princess, right? Did Mom take preservatives? I’m sorry.
The rainbow blew the sky…
So after.
The season is over.
Shoot me again.
Say, “My boss is the coolest.”
Boss:
4
Boss: Come to the office.
Yes, I went back to the Qir’s office and thought I’d been there the last time.
I’m a dog.
“Boss, can I help you? I’m sorry.
The season is cold.
“What about bringing me food every day? I’m sorry.
I thought he was just playing, and after the crash, there was a two-week break, and I didn’t have a relationship with him except for my rainbow fart.
It was thought that the matter had been reversed and that he had returned from his mission only a week later.
“Boss, can I ask how much it costs to fix the car? I’m sorry.
Then how can I bring food to the season?
It’ll be great to see me with it.
Quarterly glanced at me.
“Four hundred thousand. What, you want to pay? I’m sorry.
When I heard that number, I was dizzled and stuck to the table so I didn’t slip to the ground.
“It’s okay, I’m just asking. I’m sorry.
In the face of money, sometimes the backs are folded, and the lucid will understand.
“Don’t know what the boss wants for three meals? I’m sorry.
The season is suddenly smiling, coming to me.
“Don’t you know how to eat? I’m sorry.
Speaking of eating, I know a little bit.
I got a chest shot.
“Secure the fragrance. I’m sorry.
I was just going out, and the seasoning stopped me, and it seemed like something came up.
“That’s right, Wanda.”
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“The photo you saw in your last comment from the circle was actually me…”
Every word of the season is smaller, and at the end I can’t hear what he says, and I can only approach him again.
“What are you? I’m sorry.
Are you a girlfriend?
But they look a little alike.
I was thinking a little closer to him, and the voice of the season fell in my ear.
“It’s my sister. I’m sorry.
I’ve got a bang in my heart. It’s over.
I know how much girls care about their age, how small the season is and how special the girls in the picture are, and I take it for granted that the season is the smallest…
I’m kissing my ass to the foot and I’m kicked.
5
I’m glad he’s not so bored with it.
I went to the market after work and bought some food and thought I’d do something for the season.
In fact, I haven’t updated my dynamics for a month, I’ve turned on my letters, I’ve been pushed by a lot of people to send videos, and I’ve been thinking empty and lazy.
I know I’m stuck in a bottleneck.
Turn off the letter, and I’ll wash the cut ribs from the market.
My best friend called this time.
“What are you doing?”
I was on fire.
“Get ready to make vinegar ribs. I’m sorry.
My best friend sounds a little excited.
“Did you finally break the bottleneck? I’m sorry.
I’m suffocating.
“No, the last time I told you about bumping into the boss Ferrari, it’s not that the creditors came to collect. I’m sorry.
It’s all over the place, and it’s open across the screen, and it’s all about her burning gossip.
“Will your boss be interested in you?” I’m sorry.
The face of the season gift appeared in my head, and from the first time I saw him, the look on his face was always dim, and there seemed to be nothing that could touch his emotions, unlike me, all of which appeared on his face.
I shook my head and shook that face out of my head, and I fell down on my ribs, and it was water.
“How is that possible? How could he be interested in me? What’s a good guy like him gonna like about me? I’m sorry.
The voice of my best friend is solemn and firm.
“You have to be confident. You’re good. You’ve got to be decent. Don’t always deny yourself, even if the best men in the world are interested in you, it’s normal!
“You’re not in college anymore. I’m sorry.
Six.
I hit a squirt eye, answered a few times, hung up the phone.
Pull out the ribs, wash the hot water, refuel in the pot, put onions, ginger, eight horns, peppers.
Scrambled, scrambled, scrambled, jealous.
It’s the usual course of cooking. It’s almost without brains.
I made another greasy shrimp and a chicken soup. I packed it, put it on the table of the season and walked out of his office like a thief.
But at the time of the meal, my colleague whispered.
“Windu, you seem to have a long history with your boss. I’m sorry.
I’m standing up.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it wasn’t me, I didn’t! I’m sorry.
My words may not be convincing, and my colleagues are staring at me, and they don’t believe me.
And pull out the phone.
“You said you’d kiss your ass before, and now you even give it to me for lunch. I’m sorry.
I looked at her cell phone, and there was a photograph of my sugar and vinegar ribs, greasy shrimps, tomato eggs, chowder and chicken soup.
What the fuck?
Where’s the photo?
I won’t admit it.
“What’s wrong? What is this? I’m sorry.
My colleague saw me as a dead duck and laughed and put her phone away as fast as I could when I was pulling her phone.
“You haven’t been able to brush your circle yet, have you? Open it sometime. I’m sorry.
I’ve been walking on my way.
“The heart of Sema is known to all.” I’m sorry.
“It’s the wind.” I’m sorry.
I’ll pull out the phone.
The seasoning ceremony took pictures and sent a circle of friends…
Scrolls.
“A little salty. I’m sorry.
7
I:
I pulled it out for myself and put a chopstick in it.
You smell good?
A message came out of the phone.
Quarterly: Bring the bowl in the office.
I didn’t know what the Buddha was trying to fix, but I took a bowl of chopsticks into the office.
When I walked in the door, I saw a gushing elbow on a bowl of shrimp in front of me.
“Boss, can I help you? I’m sorry.
The season hears my voice, looks up.
“Give me shrimp. I’m sorry.
I was just about to get angry.
“A little more than 399,000. I’m sorry.
Can a meal count to 1,000?
I put up with it.
Sitting next to the seasonal salute while peeling shrimp.
“Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. Life is like a play.
The man who has no knowledge of what is right and laughs.
“Can I order later?
“It’s not too much to eat. I’m sorry.
We shall hear the sound of our backs.
I laughed hypocritically.
“Yes, boss. I’m sorry.
Four hundred thousand, one thousand, more than a year, I comfort myself. Endurance is over.
8
The season is sweet, and almost every day there’s one or two of them. It’s not my taste.
I don’t like sweets. The usual food is salty.
I had to be lazy and put up a tripod every day to cook for the season.
I didn’t think it would work very well.
Jealousy ribs become sugary ribs, pickled chicken wings become Coke chicken wings, and even silk melons become trusty.
District.
“I love the blogger’s video. It’s very colorful. I’m sorry.
I look down with satisfaction.
And then I found out that the next one was ridiculous.
“Is the blogger in love? It’s all beets. I’m sorry.
“I’m guessing the blogger’s got someone. I was humming the last time I heard her cook. I’m sorry.
“And even the desserts? Looks like he fell in love. I’m sorry.
I:
How closely do you observe me?
Sweets are forced, humming is brainwashed, and desserts after dinner are forced by the season.
I thought of that time when I went to the Qir’s office with my lunch box, and he was staring at the frown in it.
“How hard is your life? What the hell is that? A pickled fish?”
“Huh? Summer’s up, bitter melon’s on fire. I’m sorry.
Quarterly eyebrows have almost become a “saukawa.”
“Let’s make something sweet later and have some dessert. I’m sorry.
And so that day, I brought more and more food into the Queue Office, and the color became more and more beautiful, and almost changed to serve the Prince.
9
I didn’t really know him until now, but I’ve been on duty for less than two months.
In the first month, I felt that the season turtle was very hairy, very hearty, and often had to jump on the heart of seven or eight times, and every time he really got a few problems.
Look at the way he’s been holding, I dare not say, but I’m careful to change the statements, and I think he’s the king of the soul.
In the second month, I hit his car and was forced to owe us a loan, and I thought I was finished, and I didn’t expect to find the second side of the season.
Childish and stubborn.
You don’t like to eat, you pick out a chopstick, you don’t touch it, you don’t get tired of eating anything you like.
But he didn’t say anything, just wait till I found out.
I came out of the Quarterly Office, and all my colleagues were used to it, knowing that I would not play my Quarterly joke after I hit his car.
“I feel sorry for you. I eat with that low-pressure. I’m sorry.
“You don’t even need air conditioning in the office, do you? I’m sorry.
“Did you see him at the meeting? Look at me like I’m looking at a dead man. I’m sorry.
Listening to their complaints, what I think of is the way the Zen Ride picks up chopsticks.
What are you laughing at?
I only found myself laughing when I heard a colleague.
“No, I just thought of a little friend. I’m sorry.
It’s really… pretty cute.
10,
I thought I could take a two-day break on the weekend and just heard about the cell phone lying in bed.
Quarterly: There’s a document to deal with.
Boo!
The worst thing about the weekend is news from the boss.
I said, “Are you in a hurry? I didn’t bring my computer back.”
Seasonal ceremony: Urgent, quick.
I said, “Ah! What shall we do? I’ll go to the Internet cafe and deal with it.”
No, go downstairs. I brought you the laptop.
I:
How anxious is this? Does a social animal deserve to have his own life?
I thought about what my best friend said before.
“Your boss wouldn’t like you, would he? I’m sorry.
That’s it?
Crazy squeeze?
Interesting der.
I was in a hurry to come down the stairs wearing slippers and found that the Zenit stand was stopped by security at the entrance to the district.
Far away, he was wearing a black T-shirt, and from time to time, the wind blew his hair out of his hair, and in the sun was a golden light, and the whole man was gentle and gentle, and he looked like a recently graduated college student.
I didn’t hear him until I got close.
“Do you have a girlfriend? My daughter happens to be your age, and she’s called a pretty one.”
When I saw the boss in trouble, I stood up.
“Safe Uncle, this is my boss. I’m sorry.
My middle-aged uncle saw me laugh.
“Win, if it’s you then Uncle doesn’t mess around. I’m sorry.
What’s all this with?
Eleven.
I turned my head and looked at the season.
“Boss, give me the computer. I’ll take care of it as soon as I can. I’m sorry.
The season’s full of eyes, it doesn’t look like much fun.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
But he didn’t give me the computer after he said “um,” and he kept pulling his bag.
I don’t know what he’s trying to do.
“Do you want to go upstairs? I’m sorry.
I’m just being polite. I didn’t even hear my polite tone. Noded me and walked straight ahead.
Looks like I know more about my home than I do.
Back home, I pulled out a pair of men’s slippers for the season, and he looked at me and looked a little hairy.
“Sometimes relatives come to wear them. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I’m explaining, but I don’t know why.
“The boss, take a seat, I’ll change the file. I’m sorry.
I’m so embarrassed I’m suffocating. Why would I ask if I wanted to come home?
It’s obvious… that I’m the only one who’s embarrassed to see the season on the couch.
I turned on the computer and focused on the file.
For some time now, I sprained my sour neck and sent the file to finance.
Turns up and finds that the Qir’y doesn’t know when to stand up and stares at a picture of the wine cabinet as if it was God.
I got close to him.
“This was my childhood. I’m sorry.
I was about seven or eight years old, with two braids on my face, and my eyes were squeezed with flesh, and I laughed, and I showed two empty teeth, so ugly and ugly.
“Is it ugly?”
The season is taking pictures, looking at me, looking at pictures, like a comparison.
“It’s cute. I’m sorry.
“The nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes. I’m sorry.
I:
The boss is the boss!
12
The bell rings suddenly, and there’s a bit of a lull in the quiet.
I got it.
“Do you forget to get the meat?” I’m sorry.
It just occurred to me that my mother had asked Jiang Chao to bring me some meat today and that I’d forgotten.
I’m a small district with Jiang-tae, and I’m a family, and every time someone comes home, the parents of the other side will always take some of their own specialty.
“I’ll go to his house right away. I’m sorry.
Hang up on the phone, I’m a little sorry and I’m gonna say it.
“Boss, I’m going out to get something. You can wait here until I get back. I’m sorry.
I’m still very self-conscious, and I’m sure it’s here to eat.
The seasoning took a look at me.
“You think your legs are sexy? Going out dressed like this? I’m sorry.
What? I’m wearing regular sports shorts, but because it’s at home, it’s a little short.
“No leg hair, I shaved! I’m sorry.
We took the words of his words and rejected them.
The season is staring at my leg, and I’m cold when the air conditioner is right.
“Not sexy? Why are you shaved?”
I:
We’re just having trouble with our legs, aren’t we?
13
“Where is he? I’ll get him. I’m sorry.
What’s wrong with you?
How can I let this happen?
I gave him the door number and stopped him when the season was leaving.
“Yeah, take this big bag of snacks, his daughter loves it. I’m sorry.
It’s visible, it’s lulling, and then you turn your head.
“He has a daughter?”
I’ve watched his reaction.
“Ah, yes. After a year, when I graduated from college, I fell. I’m sorry.
It’s like there’s something difficult going on in the face, and a handsome face looks very vivid.
I was just going to say, “I’ll go alone,” and he opened the door, like he’d found God, and he looked a little light.
I was making a video when I got back, and I didn’t think he was coming back so soon, with a big bag in his hand, straight to my camera.
“Boss, just put it on the side. Take a seat on the couch. I’m sorry.
It seems that the Queer did not hear what I said.
“It’s okay. You’re welcome. I’ll help you. I’m sorry.
It’s not like you can’t hit me.
Forget it. We’ll take him out later.
14
I looked at my face at the end of the season with peas, and it seemed like I was just asking.
“Why don’t you eat sweets? I’m sorry.
I didn’t respond.
“Aah?”
The season’s closing.
“Look at the size of your childhood, I should have liked it, but I haven’t seen you eat, and I haven’t seen any snacks at home. I’m sorry.
I remember every time I brought a dessert to lunch, he asked me if I would eat it.
But every time I get through this, I choose not to.
He’d stare at me like that in a speech.
The colours, the fragrances have passed through the mind, but immediately, the swelling heat has pushed them back.
I can’t take it seriously.
“I’ve had enough. I’m not eating now. I’m sorry.
In fact, every time I eat sweet at a season, my heart bleeds, I hate to break his mouth and stuff the rest of it in.
The season is staring at me, all the doubts are in my eyes.
I was blinded by him, and I was distracted.
It’s a good thing we didn’t talk again.
It’s amazing how people know each other. Just like me and the Queens, it’s been less than three months since he started scolding him and now he’s in a good atmosphere. It’s not weird to watch him work.
15
I finally sent the Buddha away. I was paralyzed in my bed, I turned on my phone, and I had a financial message.
I thought there was something wrong with the document. I was busy.
Finance: “Why did you send me the file so early? Isn’t it day off? I’m sorry.
I said, “Isn’t this document urgent? I’m sorry.
Finance: “What’s the hurry?” Not at all. Next Wednesday. I’m sorry.
I’m tickling when I think about what the season’s called “a hundred thousand. “
It is true that capitalists are evil and exploiters.
I should’ve told him to do more work!
I cut out the part of the seasoning and checked it again and again.
But it seems that people who are careless can still examine the errors and cannot be completely eliminated, and the news of the fans just came out on the Internet.
A fan review called Love Letter.
“The blogger is in love? There was a man’s voice in the video, two minutes and forty seconds, and in the video, three minutes and twenty seconds, there was a black. I’m sorry.
I thought I was on the wrong channel.
Conan-kun, is that you?
I didn’t care much, and I thought that such an absurd comment would soon be wiped out in a lot of comments and took a bath.
I didn’t think that when I picked up the phone, the comment got out of the box and was squeezed into the heat.
I’m panicking back.
“It’s my cousin who came to help. I’m sorry.
We haven’t been waiting for a love letter.
I fell asleep when I dropped my phone.
16
The next day I went to work, and I kept my lunch box on the seasonal table, and when I ate, I thought about the financial thing.
“Boss, you said it was urgent. I’m sorry.
It seems to me that the seasons are slightly browsing.
I pick out the skylight and say something.
“Yes, the report.
“Not until next week. I’m sorry.
The chopsticks in the hands of the Qir’an are so obstinate that they leave the peanuts in the ear.
“Train your ability to respond. I’m sorry.
All right, whatever you say…
I bowed my head and my heart beat him up.
“Right. I’m sorry.
“This week I’m out of line. I’m sorry.
I didn’t respond. I don’t have to travel.
“Aah?”
The monsoon looked at me, and it kept moving in my mouth, and the cheeks were beating up like hamsters.
“What, you got a problem?”
How dare I?
Weak and weak.
“None. I’m sorry.
“No comment. I’m sorry.
I noded my head and wanted to take the guy out.
“Take this Mangomus cake away. I’m sorry.
Following his eyes, I kept my eyes on the luminous cake, barely containing my mouth, and when I made the cake, I couldn’t help it. Mango’s fragrance with cream was sweet and gruesome, and swirling into the nasal cavity, and the whole process was so hard that it almost survived.
I counted the heat in my heart, and I tried to get it out again.
I don’t eat.
The season is staring at me, drinking soup.
He eats slowly, I eat only half of it, and it’s elegant and nuanced, and at first I sit behind it, and I’m afraid to play with my cell phone, waiting for him to eat. Then, somehow, I slowed down my food, and I did not deliberately remove him, as if he had been unaware.
“Take it away. I’m sorry.
And he smiled, and his eyebrow was full of smiles, and some of them were dazzling, and his lips were folded, and two words were spitting.
“Sister. I’m sorry.
17
My face is getting hotter and the air seems to be getting dryer.
“You, you, you saw my video? I’m sorry.
I can’t even imagine the party going to the video or the cooking channel.
Is running a company that busy?
The monsoon stood up and the long body approached me step by step.
And We retreated with fear until the back leaned on the doorboard.
The head of the season is down, leaning in my ear, and the heat is sprayed.
“Is that how I am? I’m sorry.
Sister?
In a panic, who knows whose heartbeats are disturbed, loudly, makes my heart faint.
I pushed people away, opened the door and ran out.
I couldn’t wait until I sat on my desk. It’s better to squeeze me.
My colleagues came close to me and looked suspicious.
“How do you look so red?”
I stopped and suddenly I didn’t know what to say, so I found my voice.
“Breaked by the boss. I’m sorry.
I’ll make it up to my colleagues.
“This evil capitalist. I’m sorry.
The sound of the season’s gift came from the back of my head, and I jumped out of my chair.
“Windoo, capitalist?”
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
He was talking about putting Mangomus on my desk, staring at me, watching my heart tremble.
I turned to my colleagues to ask for help and found out that she had no idea when it was too early.
“I was wrong, boss is the best. I’m sorry.
I can’t wait to think about it. I’ve got the arms of the season.
I didn’t react until I saw a suspicious red on the face of the season.
I just wanted to let go of my hand, and I’m going to say something first.
“Ah, good work. I’m sorry.
Turn around and walk to his office.
18
I was a little excited to see the city on business.
It was a place where I lived when I was a child, but only for a short period of time, even before I was the age of kindergarten, and the whole family moved out and never returned.
Think about it or miss it.
After the meeting with A, I just wanted to take a day off and he stopped me.
“Let’s go home one day later. I’m sorry.
Huh?
Any more work?
I was a little depressed, and I was bored.
The festivities led me to park the car on the road, and I watched him get out of the car and I followed him in a panic, walking me and feeling something wrong, and the surrounding scenes became familiar.
“Boss, what brings you to this place? I’m sorry.
Isn’t that my home?
It looked at me, looked straight in the eye, but it brought some strange sorrow.
“This is where I lived when I was a kid. I’m sorry.
I heard his response, and I stopped.
All of a sudden, the hair was scratched by a big hand, all the sights were blocked, and the voice of the season was ringing in my ear, and the tone was cold, as if it were with someone.
“How bad do you remember? I’m sorry.
I haven’t looked back.
“Aah?”
After half an hour, I finally reacted.
“Have we met before?”
The season is like watching a retard.
“What do you think?”
He said he’d walk me straight and straight.
I tried so hard to think I’d know him when I was little.
Until the end of the season, before a somewhat dilapidated self-built building, the historical layers of history piled up.
19
A thin boy kneeling on his knees on a cement road at the door appeared to be less than six or seven years old and had been bleeding on his knees. Middle-aged women, with a sharp stick, hit their children with no mercy.
Say, did you steal the money?
The boy bit on his lips, closed his upper and lower teeth and shook his head.
“Not you. Who could it be?
“We weren’t there yesterday. You were the only one who was there. I’m sorry.
No matter how hard women push and how bad they sound, boys shake their heads.
That’s the first time I’ve seen a man get beat up so hard, I don’t know what he’s done, and I’m always soothing my parents with a little twitch.
But he’s lost so much blood. Why would that woman hit him?
My mom hugged me and walked out into the man’s yard.
“Stop it, it’ll break. I’m sorry.
Middle-aged women saw us talking.
“Fin, you don’t know how to steal needles when you’re a kid. I’m sorry.
My mother seemed a little confused, but she couldn’t see it like that, and then she took me down and stood in front of the boy.
“Did you steal it? I’m sorry.
The little boy’s voice is very strong.
“I didn’t.”
My mom stood up again.
“Look again, you’ll find it. I’m sorry.
Women seem to be feeling a bit guilty, and they’re under the pressure of my mother to go upstairs and yell.
“Send the children here, don’t give them a penny, eat mine, wear mine. You son of a bitch! I’m sorry.
The sound becomes lighter as the distance becomes lighter, but the words that hurt people do not fade away from the wind, but continue to strut in the softest positions in the heart, like blades.
My mother was groaning and raised the boy, and with all the blues and red on her knees, she seemed particularly shocked, but the boy didn’t cry.
After a while, the woman went downstairs, changed her face and laughed hypocritically.
“Fin, you said you did find it, and you warned me that I was too careless to fall into a suture. I’m sorry.
My mom didn’t laugh. She seemed a little angry.
The tone is cold.
“Just find it. Let’s eat at our house at noon. I’m sorry.
Women look at me and laugh more.
“How did you get fatter? I wouldn’t be able to hold it. I’m sorry.
When I was young, I knew what a bad word was.
“Be good, we’re not fat. I’m sorry.
“Don’t listen to auntie. I’m sorry.
My mom hugged me and pulled the boy, and she didn’t come back.
20
When I got to my house, my mom came out with gauze and red medicine.
“Sweetie, I’ll take care of it for you. I’m sorry.
When the boy was in a good place, he put a little bit of alcohol on his knee with a tampon on his head, with his eyes closed, his eyebrow covered and his little face wrinkled and he still did not cry.
I jumped off the couch, learned how to comfort me, breathed on the knees of the boy and read words in my mouth.
“The pain is gone, the pain is gone. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know how long it took me to look up, and then I realized that the boy’s eyes were open and staring at me, and that a white, clean-showed face was a happy sight.
“You two play here, I’ll cook. I’m sorry.
My mom left me and the Queens, and I was walking to the Toy Room.
“Brother, let’s play. I’m sorry.
The toy room is small, but it’s all dirty, and children have everything they like.
The eyes of the season seem to be envious, standing straight and still.
“Big brother, you can come to our house if you want to play. I’m sorry.
And thought that he had been restrained, and We took him again.
He’s still not moving. I’m just having fun at a young age, and I’m crouching down, and I’m making my own puzzle.
“Imbecile, this is not the right shape. I’m sorry.
I may not be used to the fact that I’m working so hard to put the wrong puzzle into the chute, and the Zenith is still talking and helping me put the right puzzle in.
“Look at the edge of it. It’s exactly the same to put it in. It can’t get stuck. I’m sorry.
Since that day, my friendship with the Qir’an has been established, and he has often come to play with us.
21
After a while, I was a little thirsty and ran into the kitchen to get some drinks.
My dad doesn’t know when he’ll be back, talking to my mom.
My mom’s loud.
“You don’t even know how hard it is, but if it’s not real, I’ll have to fight her. I’m sorry.
My dad sounds cooler.
“You’ve never been there before. Why are you going that way today? I’m sorry.
I pulled the fridge door and tried to open it.
My mom noticed something and picked me up.
“It’s not that she talks too much, but even though she’s small, she can hear the good things. Every time she talks about fat and not fat, the kid listens to himself.
“Today I wanted to see it because of the noise. I didn’t expect to see it. How do you think she did it? I’ve been looking at it all by myself. I’m sorry.
My dad said, “That’s not even the parents. I’m sorry.
My mother said, “When will our parents pick him up?” I’m sorry.
When I heard the conversation between them, I kept trying to reach out to the doorknob of the fridge, and both of them ignored me, making me look like a bird.
“How can we know that? I’m sorry.
My dad said hugged me, and it was soft.
“I want you to be nice to him, okay? I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to say. I just know I got another friend.
Since that day, the Quarterly has become a regular guest of my house, and I will have a share of what I have, but we have not grown up together, and for my education our family chose to move to town.
On the day before, the Zhily held my hand and looked a little stubborn.
“Do you remember me forever? I’m sorry.
I’ll run up and hold him.
“Yes, I will always remember my brother. I’m sorry.
22
In fact, as long as I was cooking for the season, I remembered this man, who lived as a child and had not changed at all.
Likes sweets, doesn’t like anything bitter.
I didn’t mean to tell him we met when we were kids, but I didn’t think of me at all.
It is not often said that developed people are often reluctant to meet friends when they are in a difficult situation.
Besides, he’s my boss now, and it’s like I was trying to be nice when I was a kid.
I smiled.
“Boss, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
The exit, I’m too.
“I thought…”
The season’s over, the eyes are pale, no expression.
“Why do you think? So you’ll always remember me. Is that a lie? I’m sorry.
I was unprovokedly depressed, and his grief seemed to penetrate the air, leaving me in a state of weakness.
“No, boss, I…”
I was so angry, I missed my chance, he took the lead.
If I accuse him of not knowing me first, it’s time for him to be guilty.
“Go around and come back tomorrow. I’m sorry.
The season is passing by me.
“You used to call me brother. I’m sorry.
After that he went around me.
23
The season seems really angry, and I realized it, and I’m confused because I don’t want him to be mad at me at all.
I was a bit depressed and stopped, and I took a few pictures, and I had no fun.
I just got back to the hotel and my girlfriend called me.
“When will you be back?” I’m sorry.
I sound bored.
“Go back in the morning. I’m sorry.
Listen to me, honey.
“Well, there’s a college reunion tomorrow night. I’m sorry.
In their minds, a variety of university events emerge.
We said, “No, no. I’m sorry.
My best friend hates iron and steel.
“You look so good right now, you should show them your changes. I’m sorry.
“Let’s go, Lin Yan and Song Kai will go, don’t you want to hit them in the face? Besides, I’m bored if you don’t. I’m sorry.
She couldn’t say no. I had to.
I got on the plane and the season didn’t talk, and I sat next to him and thought I’d find something to apologize for.
But maybe the guilt that he felt last night has been so hard on his mind that I didn’t sleep all night thinking that I slept.
When I woke up, the stewardess was reporting on the broadcast and what was the quarterly gift hand on the keyboard?
I didn’t know when I was wearing a blanket, soft touch on my skin.
I have silk in my heart.
“You’re tired too. Go home and get some rest. I’m sorry.
The seasons looked at me and took away the computer.
I put it back in my stomach and I nodded.
24
I just got back to my best friend’s life-striking call and I kept calling, and I was dressed up.
A black, back-to-back hammock dress was finalized, with a fine makeup.
I haven’t seen my classmates in three years since I graduated, and I’m a little weird.
When I went to the bathroom, I heard a lot of people outside the door talking.
“Lin Yan, how do you look better every year? Teach me how to maintain. I’m sorry.
The other woman is gentle, as always.
“There’s no maintenance, I live rough. I’m sorry.
Listen to their bragging about Lin Yan, I smiled silently.
And suddenly I heard them mention me.
By the way, you said we’d call her fat or fat? I’m sorry.
“You haven’t seen me in a long time. I’m sorry.
“Don’t know if she remembers us.” I’m sorry.
The tone of Lin Yan is still soft.
“Come on, it’s been so long. We’ll be nice to her. I’m sorry.
Lin Yan’s words remind me of the past.
But she was gentle to me, and she kept calling me fat when I was called fat, and she spoke for me when someone else made me do heavy work because I was a big guy, and she was the first to find me out in the equipment room.
I really thought of her as a good friend.
All my things she could use at her own will, and I didn’t ask her for the money she had borrowed from me, and I pretended to take my things as if I had not seen them, and I kept this fragile friendship in fear of being isolated from my dormitory.
I heard from her that Song Kemin liked me, and my first reaction was false.
Song Kemin is the more famous person at the university, sports, sunshine, a lot of girls like him, and when I was younger I thought I liked him.
At first hearing Song Kemin likes me, I doubt it.
“No, Yan, what would he like me? I’m sorry.
Lin Yan is soft and seems to be dripping.
“You’re so good, except for being fat, you look at your five officers, you’ll look pretty thin, and you’re so nice, and he’ll like you inside. I’m sorry.
When I heard her, I chose to believe in the beautiful dream of an ugly duck.
When Song Kai Ming handed me a love letter, he answered with shyness, saying “yes.”
Song Kaming’s mouth is a smile, as if it’s lost.
“Open it and look. I’m sorry.
I thought I was wrong, and I took the love letter apart, without the expected confession, just a few big words.
“Dude, stop dreaming. I’m sorry.
And that’s when there was a laughter.
“Oh, my God, what is that fat man’s dream? I’m sorry.
“She thinks Song Kemin will like her? I’m sorry.
“You’re laughing at me so much, don’t you see that pile of meat on her?” I’m sorry.
I followed the voice of the crowd, and Lin Yan stood in the center of the crowd, wearing a white dress, as if she were a fairy.
I just wanted to call her.
“Lin Yin, you still have the means to come up with this trick to make her recognize herself. I’m sorry.
When I heard them, I was more embarrassed than being rejected by Song Kemin.
Lin Yan went to Song Kai’s side and naturally grabbed his arm.
“I’m just trying to get a little more attention, and I didn’t expect anyone to know, but to come and watch. I’m sorry.
Lin Yin smiled at me, and his face was like nothing else.
“I’m sorry. You don’t blame me? I’m sorry.
Song Keming took people into his arms.
“How? She should be grateful to you. I’m sorry.
The crowd’s horrifying.
“The prince and the princess were supposed to be a couple. The fat man wants swan. I’m sorry.
Laughing and sarcasm continued, and I even forgot how I walked back to the dormitory.
25
After that day, I received a lot of love letters, and I just started to tear down two of them. They’re all fats.
And then I never took it down again, and I put all the love letters in my drawer, and I never opened them, and I didn’t throw them.
They are a silent reminder of my wrong past as a treasure.
After two days, my parents didn’t know where to find out about this, but they kept talking to me.
“Sir, we’re not going to this school. Mom and Dad are sending you abroad. I’m sorry.
At that time, my family was in good shape, but it was hard to send a child out of the country, which needed money up and down, and to spend money abroad.
“It’s okay, they’re not… I’m sorry.
I don’t want to go to a university, but it’s a family burden.
My father’s tone is irrefutable.
“We can’t be bullied anywhere, knowing we’re so guilty this late, let Mom and Dad do something, okay? I’m sorry.
“You go home from work and focus on Jasmine. Mom and Dad at school will talk to the teacher. I’m sorry.
I don’t know how many people my parents find, how much money they spend, they come back late every night, with tired faces.
But less than a week later, I got a cut-off certificate, and all the luggage was moved out with the help of Jiang Hu’s, and it was so fast.
The day they moved away, the students around were still unfriendly and their voices were running out like I couldn’t hear them.
“Look at the man who carried her luggage. Is that her husband? I’m sorry.
“Young people don’t learn well. They say they’re pregnant. I’m sorry.
“If I did this, my mom would have to break my leg. I’m sorry.
And when the rumours were powerful, I was in front of them, and they were able to fabricate them, and later I knew that they had been spread out as evidence.
Says I’m pregnant before I’m married.
26
When I left the country, I stopped eating sweets, even though I wanted to eat, thought about college, and that thought was strangulated in the cradle.
But because I wasn’t used to food abroad, I started trying to make myself some food, and slowly I became a cook and had a lot of fans.
The laughter outside the door is still there, and my memories are over.
I pushed the door out, and a few people turned to me, and they looked at me, and they didn’t recognize me.
Yes, the warmness and obeseness that they see in their eyes, living in a gutter, how can they feel that those who come before them with confidence are warm?
I didn’t care much. I laughed at Lin Yan, who still liked to wear a white dress, and went to the wash table to wash my hands and walked out without changing.
There were a lot of people in the box, and I pushed the door, and my brushed eyes fell on me, with an uninvolved blow.
I saw a grown-up, sexy girl in the crowd, with her hands up, all the way up, all the way to the crowd, as if she were a queen.
She’s kind of cold, but somehow she looks at me and shows a friendly smile.
I know that she is also a famous person, unlike Lin Yan and Song Kai-min, who is well known, and even a lot of students from outside schools know her, and who is in the eyes of everyone who is expected and not available.
I didn’t interact with her, I just knew that there was such a person, but I suddenly thought of that photo from the seasoned circle of friends when I met face to face today.
If you remember correctly, she is my sister of the wrong season.
Before I spoke, a few boys came to me with a clear sign.
“Beautiful, is it the wrong box? I’m sorry.
I shake my head and my girlfriend walks up and holds my hand.
“No mistake. This is the box. I’m sorry.
My best friend’s name is Horolo, and I went to high school and college, but we’re not in a dormitory.
When I was in college with Lin Yin, I used to say I was confused, and I just didn’t think she was jealous, and she was still with me for years.
Several people, including the girls who had just returned from the bathroom, heard Loro ‘ s words.
“Big man… no, Wendy. How could you be like this? I’m sorry.
I didn’t think Lin Yan was the first to come to me and say that without a shadow.
“I thought you said my five officers were fine. I’m sorry.
I looked at Lin Yin and watched her face turn from red to iron.
“No, I just… I’m sorry.
Just what?
What are you talking about?
27
“Windu, do you remember me? I’m Song Kemin. I’m sorry.
The man in the white shirt was in front of Lin Yon, and his face was well maintained, as it was in college, but the size of the shirt clearly did not cover his beers belly, strangling a piece of the stomach, almost breaking the button.
“Remember, Song Kemin. I’m sorry.
It’s a reunion.
Do I have some regrets for being here and for being in this depressing atmosphere to prove that I look better than I used to?
“You look great now. I’m sorry.
Song Kai-min is staring at me, looking straight, afraid people don’t know his intentions.
I smiled and looked at Lin Yan behind him.
“We broke up. Don’t get me wrong. I’m sorry.
Song Kai-min’s words just got worse and more pale with the powdered face.
Even better maintenance still does not cover the eyebrows, and it does not seem that she has lived well in the past two years.
“You’re kidding. What can I get wrong? I’m sorry.
There’s a sharp sound in the ear.
What do you mean? You can’t walk when you see something good? Don’t forget how much you spent on me all these years. I’m sorry.
Listening to Lin Yan, I’m more or less touched.
It turns out that fairies become sluts, and princes become soft-food men.
28
I wonder if he called me sister unrighteous, or if he was nuanced in his demands, or if he laughed at me, or if he even asked me, with some scorn, how I could not remember him.
I can’t stay for a minute, but I just want to go and see if I can get up and come to me.
“Shall we go? I’m sorry.
Listening to her talk to me, Lolo seemed more excited than I was.
“Go, go, I’ll go with you. I’m sorry.
I just wanted to nod my head, and Song Kemin stood out and grabbed my arm.
He took a look at the season, moved away, and he had a little fear in his eyes.
And now I’m looking at you again. I’m sure the tomatoes are soft.
“I haven’t seen you in so long. We haven’t had a good chat yet. I’m sorry.
“Do you remember when you liked me? Now I’m single, or we’re…
I laughed, looked him in the eye and threw his hand away.
“Dumb. I’m sorry.
A normal person. Can you do that? Say something like that?
He was angry with him, but he was patient.
“I was wrong. I apologize. I’m sorry.
If I had heard that before, I would have thought that he had given it to the steps, and I would have climbed up, whether he, or Lin Yin, or any of my fellow students, slowly and in their constant ridicule, I felt inferior.
But why am I in front of them? I’m a baby to my parents.
“But I don’t want to forgive. I’m sorry.
Song Kai-min’s face was blindly blacked down.
“Windoo, don’t be shy. I’m sorry.
“Song Kemin, why do you think I should stick it up when you come to me? I used to like you. I was blind, but I wouldn’t have been blind forever. I’m sorry.
“Is fat a sin?” Is it a sin not to be beautiful? It is a sin to scorn the weak with a high attitude. I’m sorry.
29
There was a sudden silence on the field, and everyone’s eyes were a little lost and they didn’t look at me.
Life always teaches a part of the population to grow up, but it is clear that a large part of the population is not.
“What have I done to you?”
I just wanted to talk, and if the season comes before me.
“Song Kemin, step aside.”
Song Kai-min’s face glamorous smiles.
“If you go first, we have something to say. I’m sorry.
The mouths of the season are rising and there is no smile in the eyes.
“I said, step aside.”
Song Kai sided the side, and Zirou pulled me through Song Kai Min.
“Yes, I forgot to tell you, you’re not going to talk to my brother about cooperation? There’s no chance now. Wen Chau is my sister-in-law.
“And my brother wouldn’t have done it before. I’m sorry.
The people around are whispering.
“I thought she was married and had kids. I’m sorry.
“Is it the brother of Zilou? I’m sorry.
If the season is a glimpse of the crowd, they snuggle.
“Can’t you shut your mouth? I’m sorry.
When passing through Lin Yan, if the season stops again, reach out and touch her bag.
“This bag is a fake. How do you like it? I’m sorry.
Lin Yan bites her lips dead, angry and afraid, but does not seem to want to leave her alone.
“Lin Yin, isn’t your gold lord too good for you? I’m just sick of you pretending you don’t know the world, but now you’re going to be all over the world, and you should experience bullying and bullying. I’m sorry.
I still don’t feel real when I get out of the box, and I can’t believe I’m not hurt when I hear everybody bite the back of my teeth.
I’m a little embarrassed.
“I don’t like them anymore, sister-in-law. I’m sorry.
Loro looked at the season with his eyes open, and lived off a fan.
I can’t help but laugh when I see her like this, but I still have a weak heart.
“Thank you, Zhirou, but your sister-in-law can’t say anything. I’m sorry.
I know how powerful the rumour is, and the intangible weapons are more lethal than the tangible ones.
# But if it’s not true #
“Don’t you like my brother? I’m sorry.
She speaks so loudly that if I don’t like it, why do I always think of him from time to time, unlike Song Kai-min’s fascination, but rather the luminous and slowly immersed in the bone marrow.
“like. I’m sorry.
I followed my heart, but I didn’t know if the season gift would like me…
“You like each other, aren’t you my sister-in-law? I’m sorry.
To each other…
That word makes my face beat.
“No one else, your brother’s mad at me. I’m sorry.
The season is so clear.
“Did you reject him? I’m sorry.
I said, “What is the rejection?”
The season can’t get any better.
“Didn’t he give you a love letter?”
Once upon a time?
I suddenly remembered the “love letters” that I put in the drawer.
30
I ran back home, and I looked for the key in a panic, so I was thinking about taking this whole bunch of letters as an incentive, and I opened the drawer.
A pile of yellow envelopes, and I turned them over.
I saw the name of the seasoning, and I saw it.
When it’s opened, there’s only one short sentence.
“Windwig, I like you before, now, future. I’m sorry.
Three years later, the love letters were finally opened, warm liquids fell from the eyes and my heart broke.
I haven’t been able to react yet. I’ve been standing downstairs.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
The festive look on the face of the season seems to be still angry.
And I just threw myself at him.
“The quarterly gift, I’m sorry, really. I’m sorry.
The man in front of me was a bit stiff, but for a while, I had a hand around my waist, and it was just on the floor.
His language is so soft, it seems I can’t help it.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
Somehow, I brought a cry.
“The season gift, I like you, I like it very much. I’m sorry.
The hand of the season was suddenly on my shoulder, holding up a little bit between us.
Are you serious?
The eyes of the season are on me, with anticipation, urgency, fear… all the emotions are intertwined.
“The Seasonal Salute. I’m sorry.
I called him.
He’s down his head.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“Your eyes look good, and those who say the stars look good, will never see your eyes. I’m sorry.
After a sigh.
“I don’t think this is the right time to say these rainbow farts. I’m sorry.
Close your eyes. I’m sorry.
I stopped and closed my eyes.
The touch of warmness is on the lips.
(concluded text)
♪ We’ll be together ♪
One.
My life was never smooth, but at the worst I met a little angel.
Round and roll, it’s not good, but it’s sweet.
Her mother took her by the door and took me back to her house.
I envy her, I envy her for having a couple of loving parents, and I envy her for having someone to decorate, unlike me, to learn to hide her emotions before a few years old.
Her parents protected her well so that she could not see the world as bad and learn to comfort others before she was too old.
Say something to my knee.
“Whoop, whoop, whoop. I’m sorry.
But it doesn’t really hurt that much.
I don’t know if it’s a safe house or her smile makes me feel like life isn’t that hard, and I often want to see her.
Later, they moved away, and before leaving I was nervous to ask her if she would remember me, and she said she would always remember me, and my nervous heart fell back.
Two.
Then my parents got better and I went home.
By the time I saw her again, I had just sent Zhirou to school and came from the playground, and I recognized her at first sight. She grew up with her childhood, and little girls got their ponytails.
I thought she recognized me, a heart beating, but she just went around me.
I wanted to stop her and scare her.
When the company started, a lot of things needed to be handled by me, the phone came by one by one, and it was always up to me and her.
I wrote a love letter to my classmates to deliver it to her, waiting for a long time without a reply and without a phone call from her.
I can’t wait to go to school again.
However, he saw Wanderer and a boy coming very close, and the students around said it was her fiancé.
There’s some bitterness coming up the throat.
Forget it, as long as she’s happy.
3
I didn’t expect to see her again. She came to my office for a job.
I’m a little confused, but I can’t contain my ecstasy.
I was mean to think, so I had a chance.
After all these years I’ve liked her, and no one better than me to be her husband.
I don’t care if she eats sweet, I don’t care if she’s fat or not. I like her when she’s fat.
(concluded)
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
