I used my diary to chase my husband.
I used my diary to chase my husband.
♪ Love you as one ♪
Half a bottle of white wine was made the night of the high school graduation so I could confess to the man.
But I didn’t say anything. I drank the clip.
Then wake up and there’s a baby in front of me.
Shaw Tsung Ling looked at me with his eyes: “Honey, you’re awake. I’m sorry.
I’m all numb.
“Don’t be silly. You don’t have a signing party today. “The man leans down, he breathes hot on my face, and I’m a spirit, and I’m unconscious, and I put a pot over it.
A man with a left face and an incredible look at me.
And We choked: I and I, I did not mean it, but it was you who was too close to me. I’m sorry.
I’m Lee Siki, a regular high school student in Chenghuai.
Just after the high school exam, he’s ready to confess to the man.
Yeah, the guy I just slapped.
But now he says he’s my husband.
I’m all numb.
I don’t understand. Yesterday I was a 28-year-old girl, and I secretly prepared to confess to a male god, and I woke up and I married Shaw Tsuru Ling and made a baby.
Oh, my God!
“What’s wrong, honey? “Shaw Tsuruo Ling wasn’t angry at me, but worried at me.
One line from my wife.
“I’m not your wife. * I want to cry, even though I dreamt of marrying *
We’ve never been in love, we’ve never had a little hand.
Is this some kind of prank?
I’ll calm down and take a good look at Shaw.
He’s wearing a pyjamas with a clean face and a very tall body, and I look at him and I feel something’s wrong.
He seems more mature.
The fragrance of young people has largely faded, replacing it with the charm of mature men.
Huh?
Did the gods eat pig feed and grow up overnight?
When I was shaking, I felt a strange breath approaching, and I looked up, and I found the hawk’s loft only left me.
“You’re too close to me. I put my hand on his chest and stopped him from coming near, “We … let’s get this straight.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the word?” He frowned.
“What game are you playing? “I mean, what role play are you playing?” I’m sorry.
Even if I play a role, I’ll have to agree with you.
“The game, what game, honey. You’re a little weird today. Didn’t you sleep last night? His beautiful peach eyes look at me innocently.
It’s not like he’s acting.
And We crawled down from the bed, far from him: “I will go first to the toilet. “I’m so confused I want to go to the bathroom first.
I ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and I was just about to wash my face, and I looked up, and I was stupid.
I’ve changed.
The women in the mirror, who have lost their baby fat, are standard goose-faced, almond-skinned, full-skinned, particularly capable and beautiful.
This guy, it’s me.
But it’s a lot older than me.
Did I eat pig feed too.
There was a knock at the door, and there was a sound of Shaw cranes, “Honey, are you all right? I’m sorry.
When I opened the bathroom door, I looked up at the clock on the wall, and I was stupid, and I asked him, “How many years is it?” I’m sorry.
“2022. After Cho Tsuru Ling answered and looked at me, “Honey, are you really okay? I’m sorry.
It’s okay, it’s okay!
I slept, went straight from 2012 to 2022.
That means I’m 28 now.
There’s a husband named Shaw Tsuruor Ling and a baby.
I think I need to be quiet.
Two.
Seriously, I can’t even dream about it.
The school weeds of Cheng Huai, the teacher’s pet, the male gods in the eyes of many girls, have turned into my husband.
What exactly happened after the high school exams led to Shaw Crane and I getting married.
Did…
There’s an absurd reason in my mind.
Was I the one who forced him to marry me?
Am I tough?
I’ve ruined the beautiful body of Shaw crane?
I swallowed it and watched him with compassion.
My God, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was such a tiger.
“Honey, what’s wrong with you? “Shaw Tsuruor came to me nervously, wringed his blade, “Is it uncomfortable? I’m sorry.
I’m crying for your virginity.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
“My wife, why are you so sorry? I’m sorry.
“It must have been painful with me. I added another sentence.
Shaw Tsung Ling was silent, and instead of talking, he turned to the room.
I’m:
He was forced by me to break the window paper and now he decided to divorce me.
I suddenly feel terrible.
Shaw thought about the shawl for so long, the meat was on the side of his mouth.
If I had known that I would have been wrong, it would have been better if I had continued to pretend.
Ugh, blame me for this just heart.
Soon after, Shaw Tsung Ling came out of the room with a document in his hand.
The divorce papers are ready so soon?
It’s been a long time.
I’m sad, I guess I’m right.
Although it is not known why Shaw Tsung Ling married me, he must have been unhappy after marriage, so he is prepared to divorce at all times.
I’m sad, but I don’t want to tie him.
My eyes were covered in tears, and I received documents in tremors, and I opened them in tremors, and it was a strange document that came through the curtains.
I’ll go. Is the divorce so high in 10 years?
The document is all in English and, most importantly, there’s a planet on it, and I’m using all my knowledge and I can’t name it.
“What is this? I don’t want to expose myself to illiteracy, I have to ask him.
The shawl lint naturally pulled me on the couch.
I saw his hand.
The bones are clear, they grow white, and they shine like white.
I’ve seen the look of his hands in the basket, the way he pulls open a can of soda, and the way he holds a chalk on the board.
But now, these hands hold me.
I wanted to hold him back, but I didn’t dare.
Well, I admit, I’m a typical thief.
“Honey, I’m going to talk,” and the shawl’s bell rang, and he broke his hand, and he laughed at me: “I’m going to open the door first. I’m sorry.
I’m relieved.
I’m just getting ready, but if he talks about divorce, I’ll cry.
But then I’d rather cry.
It’s because Shaw’s parents are here!
3
I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m just trying to get rid of the fear and laugh at them.
“Hello, Uncle, Auntie.
I just finished. Both of them look different.
“Isn’t this son of a bitch bullying you? “Father Shaw, in front of me, he was going to kick a crane.
I’m:
What the hell is this?
I haven’t heard from her, and Aunt Shaw has taken my hand and sat with me on the sofa, so I’m relieved: “Oh poetry, there’s nothing between a man and a wife that doesn’t talk. Look at me and your father, I want him to go to the toilet and reflect on the toilet, man. I’m sorry.
After that, Aunt Shaw glanced at his father.
I’ve just had a good time with Shaw’s dad, and it’s like a kitten.
I opened my mouth.
“You son of a bitch, come and apologize to your wife. Aunt Shaw took another look at the crane.
Shaw Tsuruo Ling was also a fog, and he came to me with a bit of fear and a bit of injury: “What is wrong with you, my wife? Is there something hidden from me? I’m sorry.
“I’m actually…”
“There’s nothing to hide from you, you son of a bitch. Aunt Shaw insisted.
I’ll give Shaw a look.
Sorry, I didn’t know your parents were that strong.
But when the male gods were scolded, and I didn’t give up, I had no conscience but to say, “Father, Mama, I’m fine. Choo-chul didn’t bully me. He was good to me.” I’m sorry.
Aunt Shaw is relieved.
And then Aunt Shaw took me for half a day and focused on giving birth to a second child, and my awkward toes pulled out of the room.
At the end of the day, she gave me a card and smiled, and said, “It’s a little bit of poetry in it for me and your father. Think about the second child. Your father and I have recently been free, let’s take it every year, let’s have fun.” I’m sorry.
It’s a little heart!
Thanks, I got Versailles.
Then they came without a trace with the baby, as soon as they could not hide their ears.
Leave me and Shaw cranes staring at each other.
I swallowed saliva:
“That’s what…” I swallowed it and handed it to him, “I gave it to you. I’m sorry.
It’s just that it’s too much, and the most money I’ve ever seen in my life as a regular high school student is time to pay my tuition.
Now the mother of Shaw Tsuruo Ling says Kari has a million!
A million dollars!
What’s going on?
I had a man who was in love with me when I was in school, and my husband’s parents were very good at taking care of my children and giving me a million.
It’s something I can’t dream about.
“What for me? “Shaw crane touched me in the head and kissed me in my mouth while I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry.
I’m numb.
It’s juicy.
Once upon a time, I looked at him from afar, and if it had not been for my graduation, I wouldn’t have done half a bottle of wine and confessed to him at the instigation of my friends.
He’s light, and I just can’t afford to see the dust.
But…
Isn’t a man going to divorce me?
It’s too…open now.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
“Where to?”
4
“You have a signing party today. Have you forgotten? “Shaw crane scratched my nose with a shaving.
Signing convention?
Am I a star?
After I got in the car, I realized I wasn’t a star at all, I was a hot storyteller.
The first book I published was “You are My Light” based on Shaw Crane.
It’s a book that, because it’s so much of a genuine emotion that the readers have read it, has a strong sense of introspection and a sense of surprise, and I’m famous for it.
Later, the book was made into a film and I made a lot of money, and then I went further and further along the way.
So now I’m rich too?
No, I remember when I was in high school, I was holding on to 800 words.
I’m looking to drive the shawl.
Is it because of him?
It’s not like I’ve been in love with Shaw Crane for two days, and he’s like a light. How can I, a shrimp, be able to get close to him?
But now he’s my husband.
Just a few seconds later, I was in the mood to come down to the bottom of the valley, such a wonderful man to divorce me.
I was careful to call him “Shaw Crane.”
And just as he looked at me, he wringed his eyelids: “O wife, you call my husband. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I can’t.
“Are you nervous? He came over and touched my head. “You’ve seen a lot of things. It’s nothing. Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
“Oh. His breath is so sweet, his voice is so gentle, my face is so handsome, my whole body is lost.
The signing party was unexpectedly full of people holding my book and screaming my name with excitement.
Shit, I overestimated myself.
I’ve been in the car for a long time, and my mom says I’m pretty good at taking it, and I’m still having my legs soft.
One hand held me, and I was shocked, and I looked up, and I saw Shaw crane laughing at me.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
“Dear, you’re here and we’re waiting for you.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you for sending our beautiful writer.” I’m sorry.
“Saki is my wife, she deserves it, and I have a meeting to pick her up, thanks to you.” I’m sorry.
After that, he turned to me: “Honey, come on! I’m sorry.
“Oh. * I can’t get used to calling my wife *
He didn’t even know my name.
The Shaw crane is gone, and the woman is squealing at me: “Wasn’t you, Miss Li Siki, saved the galaxy in your last life, or would you have married such a perfect man? I’m sorry.
I want to cry, I want to know.
Drunk and broken a film and woke up not only to have an envious husband and family, but also to become a well-known writer.
Ma Ma, I’m out.
It’s been a long time since the signing was over.
Why didn’t you tell me to sign so many books today?
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!oooooooooooooo!oooooooooooooo!oooooooooooooooo!!!oooooooooooo!!
My agent went to the follow-up, and I sat in the resting chair, waiting for a book, which was my first book, “He’s My Light.”
The agent told me that I wrote the book in my third year, published it in my fourth year, and sold video copyright after graduation.
The man in the book, he’s all made out of shawl lint.
I asked why I knew that because the school, the class, even the class number of the male head was exactly the same as Shaw Tsung.
There’s no such thing as a dead-end scene.
I can’t believe I’m such a yy-god, y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y, even if it’s gone, it’s going to get to the general public.
Wait!
All of them, I guess.
Oh, my God. Let’s have a thunder strike.
“Honey. A gentle voice is coming.
5
The sudden sound scared me of a spirit. I almost fell on the floor with a chair.
“I’m sorry for my wife, I scared you.” I’m sorry.
Don’t scare me.
On the way back, I wanted to ask Shaw Tsung Ling a few times, but I couldn’t afford the courage, and it was only when the car arrived at the door that I had the opportunity to look at the whole world.
“Where is this?” I’m sorry.
“Imbeciles, get lost. This is our villa. I’m sorry.
I swallowed the saliva.
I mean myself: “Ours? I’m sorry.
I’ve been here many times. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I’d like to ask him what he’s doing now, after all he did a great job in high school, and the teachers say he’s big in Qinghua, and 10 years later he’s gonna be a great boy.
He’s a scientist. I’m not surprised.
I didn’t expect that.
As soon as I was going to ask, the telephone number for Shokling came, and he didn’t avoid me, but the phone said a lot of professional terms and I heard a lot of fog.
Choo-chul hung up the phone, leaned over and kissed me in a hurry: “There’s something else at the Institute I might have to go and come back at night, you wait for me at home.” I’m sorry.
My brain is on the phone.
Cpu’s already burned.
I mechanically nod my head: “Oh. I’m sorry.
Shaw Tsung Ling may think I’m tired, but he’ll untie me and drive away.
I went to the door of the villa, and the brain of the machine finally came back.
I don’t know the door code.
In the end, I asked Shaw Tsuruo, but he didn’t doubt it, but laughed at me as confused as ever.
Before?
How long ago was it?
When I got into the villa, I looked around like a detective, Conan.
It’s a big house, and it’s a nice design, like curtains, the white veil and blue curtains that I like, and it’s like a breeze, like a wave, and it’s beautiful.
Wait…
I quickly took the book “You’re My Light” out before the electric firestone.
I looked through my memory and I saw the words about the villa.
The white veil and the blue curtains, the collage of the carpets, and my favorite light, each and every item of the house, from its size to its size, is exactly what I wrote in my book.
This villa, Mo, is not a copy of it, according to the book?
I put down the excitement and came to a bedroom.
The bedroom is very big, and the design and the book are very different, and the bedside cabinet contains a picture of me and the Shore.
The picture was taken by the sea, and I smiled and I looked sweet and I looked down on my face.
The bedroom didn’t hide anything I wanted to know. I turned around and came to the study.
When I got into the library, I just felt like I was going into a big library, and there were other holes in the library’s design, and the whole row was full of books, one of which was all my bookcases.
The other row of shelf has many models of planets and space shuttles.
Many of the books on the bookshelves are in English, and a few in Chinese are space-related.
I have a bold guess.
Ten years later, the shawl, now shawl, he’s doing space-related work.
That’s nice.
Cool.
There’s three or four computers on the desk, and they look different from the ones I know. They’re supposed to work, and I can’t touch them. It’s bad if they’re broken.
Wait, the computer, I didn’t think of that.
My computer, as a writer, is essential?
But when I woke up in the morning, I didn’t seem to find these things.
And that’s when the agent called and told me, “Dear, your computer may not be very well fixed because it’s hot, it’s probably burned down, and it’s good that all the articles you wrote before were synchronized to me, but you said you had an important piece of information on your computer that might not have disappeared. I’m sorry.
I want no tears.
The last clue is broken.
Six.
It’s probably too early in the morning, and with all the morning books signed, the brain received too much incredible information, so I fell asleep in the study.
When I woke up again, I was in bed, covered with covers.
I rose up blindly and thought I was at home, with my eyes barefoot in the kitchen, and cried to the back, “Mom, I’m hungry. I’m sorry.
Turn around.
“Sleep lost. “Shaw Tsuruo has an apron on his body, comes to me, snaps my nose, “I’m your husband. I’m sorry.
I’m getting sober.
Ooh, I thought it was a dream, and it was true that I slept here.
“Come and eat. He took my hand and sat down.
Look at the table full of food, I love it. The moths in my stomach have already been picked up and eaten, and the shawl is eating slowly while I’m packing.
I’m confused.
Didn’t he notice I was wrong?
The answer is no.
After eating, I felt so sorry that he offered to wash the dishes, but he pulled me to the couch and cut me some fruit.
“Don’t move. I’ll do this. I’m sorry.
My agent was right. I must have saved the galaxy in my last life.
This is a perfect husband.
Unfortunately, soon I won’t be able to laugh.
Shaw crane Ling is cooking and washing dishes and cleaning kitchens.
That’s why…
To eat me.
In the room, I was holding a pillow, hiding from him like a hairy cat: “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong, honey? I’m sorry.
And I felt a little bit of a reaction, and I was afraid that he would see it, and I had to pretend to put down my pillow with calmness and a weak face: “I am, I am not feeling well today. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong? He was very worried.
I coughed, “My aunt is here. I’m sorry.
Shaw cranes stare straight at me and don’t talk.
Are you kidding me?
And the next second, Shaw Tsuruo touched my head: “Honey, I remember your period better than you. I’m sorry.
I’m:
Sure.
I don’t think this thing can go on. He’ll find out sooner or later I’m not his wife.
Ah, not his wife now.
“I’m actually…”
“I’m not going to force you to have a second child. I told you when you had a little soup, you wouldn’t have to suffer any more of this pain and danger. I’m sorry.
Oh, our baby’s name is Tom.
Wait, that’s not the point.
I’m stupid.
If you’re trying to explain, just swallow it.
I don’t know why, it’s a little hot.
If it were someone else, it would have been possible to talk, but what Shaw Tsuruo said was true, because a man’s eyes were not a lie.
I licked my lips, “I thank you.” I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you say thank you to your husband? I’m sorry.
I don’t have to say much.
I’m saying, “Why don’t we talk?” I’m sorry.
“What are we talking about?” I’m sorry.
I said, “You, your vision. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I fell asleep with, but when I woke up, I felt the shawl.
It’s all like a dream, but it’s so real.
He told me that he was keen on the stars and that the greatest ideal was to enter the Space Research Institute, and that his wish was now halfway through, while the remaining half required continued efforts.
I saw that passion in his eyes.
He really loved his career.
I didn’t know why. I heard him say that last night. I felt the same way.
Because I don’t have to work, so I’m the only one at home.
The manager told me that I was taking a break recently and that I did not need to submit a new article, but she wanted me to take the rest of the time and think about it.
I went to the study again.
Yesterday, I looked at all my books in general, except for the first book, ” You’re My Light ” , which was based on a shawl’s lantern.
Computer data is destroyed.
I’m not afraid to ask my client Shaw Tsuru Ling.
Wait, where’s my girl?
I took out my phone and actually found my best friend’s name on the address book. I took a breath and called.
That’s a quick line, “Doggy, what’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I want to cry.
Sound familiar, nickname familiar.
I’m a little suffocated, “I miss you so much. I’m sorry.
“Come on, we didn’t just meet the other day, and when you were at a party, you had to go home and spend time with your husband. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I’m weak and weak: “I’d like to ask you a question, what did I do after I got drunk the night of my college party?” I’m sorry.
“What did you do to yourself? I’m sorry.
I said, “…”
I really didn’t count.
8
And my best friend thought that I was playing her on purpose, and said, “Doggy, I truly respected you when I asked you to confess. What have you done?” I’m sorry.
I’m:
Later, the two of us had a regular conversation, and I was afraid that I might show up, so I ended the conversation in time.
Well, there’s no more useful information for my best friend.
I saw a diary.
Who writes the diary?
I don’t think it’s by Cho Tsuru Ling.
Then I wasn’t able to… Hey hey.
I can’t help but wonder inside and take out the diary, although it’s shameful to peek at it.
It’s a book that needs to be locked, but I can open it now.
Sunday, June 10, 2012.
I’m relieved and relieved, but I’ve got new problems, and my family wants me to report finance, and I want to be in the financial business.
When I was about to submit to reality, at the graduation party, I met Lee Siki.
She seemed to have been drinking, walking around, standing in front of me like a Land Rover.
I know she’s a little skiny, a little confused girl with flat grades, but she’s very resilient and enthusiastic, and I’m most impressed by the thunderstorms that she plays at the arts parties.
She stopped me because she drank wine and red and was nervous, and she said, “Shaw crane, I like you.” I’m sorry.
Seriously, I’ve heard a lot about this kind of confession, but it’s the first time I’ve seen it.
Because after she said it, she threw up.
Did you vomit on your own confession?
I stood by and laughed.
And then I bought her water, and she drank it, and she sat on the floor, and she hit the floor, “Sit, classmates, we’re all talking. I’m sorry.
I think she’s very familiar, but I don’t hate it.
We’re going south-west, north-west, mostly talking to ducks.
Neither do I.
And a little drunk can talk about something valuable.
She asked me, “What profession do you want to apply for?” I’m sorry.
My answer is…
What’s the answer? Why don’t you write it down?
I’ll turn to page two.
Sunday, 28 September 2013.
It’s the Fourth of July, and my family is pushing me to buy a ticket.
I was going to buy a ticket, and Li Siki called and asked me at the end of the phone, “Do you want to go home with me?” I’m sorry.
I forgot to say I’m not in the same university as Lee Siki, but in the same city.
Two schools are less than a kilometre apart.
She comes to our school from time to time, sometimes delivers me a bag of specialty, sometimes comes to me to borrow books, God knows she’s studying politics, and it has nothing to do with air.
There’s something that I don’t know.
Actually, I’ve set myself a goal, four years of college, and the rest of it, not to mention love.
But I find myself proud of the force that is being destroyed step by step by step.
March 6, 2014, weather rains.
It’s my birthday.
But I didn’t think about it.
My experiment has failed time and again, causing me great frustration and doubting my choice.
Until Li Siki arrived.
She came to me with strawberry cake.
I was upset and just wanted to be alone, and I didn’t know she was waiting for me at the laboratory.
Sunday, 7 March 2014.
I was told by my roommate that Li Siki had been waiting for me for a day outside the lab yesterday.
I don’t know why, imagine she’s waiting for me at the door all day, and it’s raining, and I’m like I’m crumbling on a roll.
I almost called her right away.
I thought she wouldn’t talk to me.
But she rejoiced, saying, “I will forgive you unless you treat me with a hot pot.” I’m sorry.
I said good.
When he ate the kettle, she said, “No peanut butter, he’s allergic to peanut butter. I’m sorry.
When did she know I was allergic to peanut butter?
But her smile was really warm and opened my heart completely.
July 8, 2014, weather rains.
A super-typhoon plunged the whole city into panic.
I’ve heard that Li Siki’s school has been heavily affected and that 100 years of trees have been blown down because of the typhoon, the network has broken down and I can’t reach Lee Siki.
Typhoon signs of a break.
I went to her school to find her, despite the advice of my friend.
And guess what I saw. She did not hide in the dorm, but she was wearing a yellow duck raincoat, and she was cleaning the earth with a few classmates.
I step by step towards her.
At this moment, I understand my feelings.
I don’t know.
When I had finished reading a diary, a tear fell on it.
I wiped it and I cried.
Turns out, when I didn’t know, there was so much going on between Shaw Crane and me.
And, seeing this, my heart is burning and I want to cry.
Evening, Shaw Crane will come back.
For the first time, I held him in my arms, and my face was on his chest, whispering, “Shaw crane, I like you.” I’m sorry.
This one like, ten years late.
Shaw Tsung Ling doesn’t know what’s going on, but still hold me tight.
The next day I woke up from bed.
I saw the familiar ceiling.
There’s my mother’s loud voice outside: “Li Siki, you’re not getting up, the sun’s up.” I’m sorry.
9
I get up, look at familiar desks and more A dreams, and I won’t come back.
I’m…
Is this back?
I squeezed my face and felt pain, which means it’s true.
I’m really back.
What about everything I’ve been through?
Just a dream, or was it real?
Are you sure I’m married to Shaw Tsung Ling?
“What’s the number of days?” I’m sorry.
My mom looked at me like, “You’re confused. Today is your first day at the end of your high school exam. I’m sorry.
My mother took a few red tickets out of her wallet and delivered them to me: “Take it, don’t spend it, have fun. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, Mom. I’m sorry.
Today is a graduation party…
So I’m going to confess to Shaw Tsuruo tonight?
But my best friend called, “Doggy, aren’t you going to confess to Cho-chul tonight? I bought you a gallant instrument.” I’m sorry.
“Not a bar. I’m sorry.
“How do you know? The girl at the end was surprised.
I’m holding my hand.
I think things are going in an incredible direction.
I don’t know why I’m getting nervous.
At 6:00 p.m., the class arrived, and after dinner, my best friend took me to the corner and stuffed me with a bottle of wine: “Come on, let’s try to get the hawk. I’m sorry.
I did.
Since the future will be my husband, why don’t I be bold?
I’ve traveled to the future, and I’ve seen the diary written by Shaw Tsuruo Ling, and it’s as if I had a golden finger.
I can’t fail God.
I’m drunk.
I stopped him in front of him like a Range Rover when the Shaw crane lantern went out for a breath, with a big tongue. I’m sorry.
I’m done talking to myself.
I want to cry without tears, and it’s exactly the same as it says in the Chok-Ling diary.
I’m ashamed of myself, but I think if I give up now, I’ll be the husband of the others, so I’m ashamed.
So I covered my mouth, and I sat on the meadow, and I was like, “Sit down, my classmates, we’re all narrating.” I’m sorry.
We said a lot this night.
I asked him, “What profession do you want to study?” I’m sorry.
He looked at me.
When the wind was light, his eyes were bright, and the light of the street light was in it: “Finance and space, I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry.
I think of the future choreographer, a famous space scientist.
He likes space.
He’s got light in his eyes.
So I smiled, “I think space is cooler.” I’m sorry.
“You’re right, space is cooler.” I’m sorry.
Then I didn’t know how I fell asleep, but I woke up again in my own house. My mother said, “You were the one who came back from the back of your classmate, Shaw Tsuruo, and you slept like a dead pig, you couldn’t wake up, and you spilled your saliva.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
And my mother began to strip me of my eggs and say, “You little guacamole, who will marry you.” I’m sorry.
It’s the shawl lint that brought me back.
“Mom, I’m going to take the S city’s political law profession.” I’m sorry.
“Why would she want to go to S.C.?” I’m sorry.
“Because…” I laughed, “I had what I wanted in S.C. I’m sorry.
Shaw Tsung Ling went to Space University in S, and my university was just a mile from him.
It’s so close to the water tower.
When I went to college, I tried to find an opportunity to blend up with Shaw crane, either to bring him a specialty or to borrow a book, although I didn’t know why I was a political law student to borrow a book from his space students.
But the book is just an excuse.
It’s written in the diary of the future shawl. That’s how I broke into his heart.
As soon as the time came, in 2014, his birthday was coming.
I bought strawberry cake.
When I came to the school with my birthday cake, I was very upset.
His friend told me, “He’s a pain in the ass. You better leave him alone and leave him alone. I’m sorry.
I took the cake, and I was embarrassed.
I recall the diary written by Shaw Tsung Ling.
It says I waited a day at the lab.
But he doesn’t know what I’m waiting for.
It’s like a heart on a roller oil, and I’m trying to find him, and I’m afraid he’s angry, and every second it feels so long.
Finally, he didn’t come out.
I’m disappointed to have the cake back.
My roommate saw me go out in haste, and came back with her head down, and comforted me: “Siggy, what happened to you, why didn’t you send the cake?” I’m sorry.
She has some sympathy for me.
I mean, the cake didn’t go out, that’s what I expected.
But I won’t give up.
Give up, I’ve wasted my efforts.
As a matter of fact, the next day, Shaw crane Ling called and said that yesterday I didn’t know I had come to see him at school, that I had waited a day, that I was sorry to ask for dinner and apologize.
I said I’d eat a hot pot.
“I’ll pick you up.” I’m sorry.
I waited for a day yesterday, but I’m in the mood, and after seeing him, all the air is gone.
Like someone who would really surrender unconditionally.
The waiter brought peanut butter.
And I wrinkled, and thought of what the diary said, “He’s allergic to peanut butter. I’m sorry.
“How do you know I’m allergic to peanut butter?” I’m sorry.
I’m:
I’m cold and sweaty.
Why do I know you’re allergic to peanut butter because I see the future of your diary.
But now I’m just playing, “It’s possible, who didn’t mention it, eat the hot pot, eat the hot pot.” I’m sorry.
That’s what I brought with me.
A super-typhoon hit the city of S, blew off all our school-marked 100-year-old trees, and the network broke, and I couldn’t get ahold of Shaw Tsukling.
When the typhoon almost stopped, I was going downstairs in a raincoat, and my roommate dragged me, “You’re crazy, you’re in a mess. Why are you going down there?” I’m sorry.
I smiled, “Because someone came to me.” I’m sorry.
“Who will come to you at this hour?” I’m sorry.
I smiled, “Future husband.” I’m sorry.
Ten years later, I was married and had a lovely baby.
Shao crane Ling asked me, “What’s the nickname for the baby?” I’m sorry.
I smiled a little, “Let’s call a little soup.” I’m sorry.
On the occasion of the anniversary of the marriage, I decided to confess to Shoreling: “I want to tell you something amazing. You’ll be shocked to hear it, but listen to me first. Why do I know you want to go to space school, why do I know you’re allergic to peanut butter and why do I know you’re coming to me in the storm? I’m sorry.
I said, “When I was 18, I wanted to confess to you on the day of the party, and I drank a hype, and I woke up and found myself inexplicably ten years later and married you and had a child.” And I saw, by accident, the diary which you wrote, which recorded the drops and drops of our knowledge of our encounters, and then went back to it, and pursued you with perseverance. I’m sorry.
So, it’s a diary that’s made our destiny.
I said, hold your breath and look at Shaw Crane.
He must think I’m making it up.
After all, I’m a storyteller, like a black hole.
He was silent for a long time, then smiled a little: “How do you know, then wife, that I did not write it on purpose? I’m sorry.
Brain-light firestone.
I recall at first sight the diary, very, very new.
(concluded)
Wine round.
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