There’s no such thing as a wife’s crematorium that can’t get it back.
The man who fell in love with me for years confessed to me.
I didn’t know until a week later because he lost a big adventure and had to spend a month with me to win.
And when I looked at the news, I took his hand-washed clothes and thought I was stupid.
Because he said the washing machine was dirty.
“Let’s break up.”
Yeah.
I hesitated to take it.
He’s on the other side of the phone and he’s like, “Are the clothes washed? I’m sorry.
I’m silent.
In one moment, I was speechless at the debate.
Hello? Hello? @Linja: I’m a little impatient.
“Is there something wrong with Aoi? Over there, the sound of the twilight drops is just money.
The primary school girl who’s always around Lin.
And she told me that.
I took a deep breath, and I said, “Well, it’s done and it’s done. I’m sorry.
Maybe my tone was too cold, and he made it up, “Okay, I’ll see you downstairs. I’m sorry.
Finish it, Lin Zing.
I’m watching us.
At this point in time, I really hope that money will rain if it’s a distraction.
No, I can’t trust her completely.
I closed my eyes and calm down.
Anyway, I want to confirm it myself.
“Is it done?”
The forest took away the bag in my hand, lazily glanced inside and looked at me, wrinkled.
“No make-up? I’m sorry.
He talks too much, he wrinkles.
But even so, it’s still handsome.
One metre, eight, five officials.
And humans, like their names, are fratricidal, and they look wild.
There are already a lot of young girls looking back.
I squeezed the bag so hard, I laughed, “The competition is over and I’m going to have to go to the fourth grade, and I’m tired of studying. I’m sorry.
“Academe, girls have to take care of themselves, even if they’re busy. I’m sorry.
It’s money.
I looked at her, and she had a melon with light baby fat on her face, light skin, eyebrow bends, standard sweet sister.
But she seems to have misunderstood me. I’m not the type to be ashamed of.
“Oh, yeah? You too. Learn well. I smiled.
She looked like a fool and said, “Hey, I’m not as smart as you, I can do anything, and I’m so jealous of you. I’m sorry.
I’m going to throw up the tea, and as soon as I’m ready to go on, she’ll be interrupted by Lin Zhen. I’m sorry.
He said turn his head and go to the dorm.
Didn’t even look at me.
I stand there like a clown.
He didn’t say anything but take his clothes and spit on me.
But when I’m going to spray money, I’m talking.
In this moment, my heart is in pain and burning.
I know that linquoise has a bad temper, but he always shows up when I need him.
But at this moment, suddenly I wonder if the person I like is really him?
Is it true that I remember a man with a soft mouth, but he’s good?
Looking at his back, I feel like I’m in deep pain.
Who knows when the next second, when the money goes down and pulls up the sleeves of the forest, says, “Ligue, didn’t you say buy me tea?” I’m sorry.
The forest fell and noded: “Wait, put the stuff back. I’m sorry.
Chen Rain spits on him.
The forest lazily smiled.
But I know that linquoise hates sweets, much less milk tea, and only water.
But even so, I do not want to lose when I look at money as if it were provocative.
“Linquent. I’m sorry.
I called him.
He turned his head, and the sun shined through his face through a tree, like a picture of the dark and dark.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
He came over and looked down at me.
I bit my lips, looked him in the eye and asked him if he confessed to me because of the big adventure.
But then I suddenly thought, what if it was?
Did you lose him?
“I’ll go, too, for milk and tea.”
My voice is dry.
He looked at me and said, “Why do you drink it again instead of losing weight?” I’m sorry.
This moment, embarrassing, overwhelming, completely overwhelming.
My humbleness, my patience, nothing.
“How can you turn your back on her?” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t mean it because you said it.”
“Well, I’m not going. I’m sorry.
Saying, and not looking at his face, he turned his head and got pulled off his wrist: “I didn’t mean that.” I’m sorry.
I’m smirking.
Are you so afraid of losing the game?
When I think of it, I turn my head, my tears in my eyes, and I choke, and I say, “What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
He’s holding up. He’s got no speech.
But enough already.
I laughed, I wiped my tears, and I said, “Break up.” I’m sorry.
He couldn’t believe what I was trying to say.
But I don’t want to hear it.
He threw him away, turned around and went back to his dorm and cried in his bed for hours.
He did not know that I had been in love with him for a long time, but I did not dare to confess, but I followed him in silence.
So when he confessed to me, I felt like the whole world was mine.
But in a week, I was hit in the face.
Look at the ceiling, I thought, forget it, why do you have to be so mean.
Maybe from the beginning, I liked him, but I imagined him.
The next day, I put ice on my eyes for a long time, put on a make-up and went to the cake shop next to the school.
This cake shop is run by a recently graduated senior.
I didn’t think it would blow.
I thought it was everybody who punched him in the face.
But once I’ve eaten it, it tastes just as good as his face, and it makes me a sweet lover.
So, when the job was taken, the result was passed.
The cost of living is earned every month.
But the day I walked in, I saw a guest.
“Aoi? You work here? I’m sorry.
It’s money again. It’s annoying.
She was wearing a white shirt, a pink dress, a little white shoe, and young and dynamic.
I wrinkled and ignored her.
He saw me, went straight to me and lost his smile.
“Did you cry?”
I was laughing and shaking my head: “I just didn’t sleep well. I’m sorry.
He looked down on me for a while, and noded, “Do your business.” I’m sorry.
I “mmm” sound.
I was just about to leave, and I heard that money was going to rain, and I said, “I really want to learn to make cake, not pay for it. I’m sorry.
I’m listening to you. I’m not going to slow down.
Jungaawa has a good temper and is generally less likely to refuse and has recently been short of people.
My lips. If money comes, I resign.
Why can’t you hide?
It’s Jozawa.
I was raised in my footsteps, unwittingly, and listened to his gentle voice: “No. I’m sorry.
When the money went, I smiled.
I don’t know.
I took my eyes back and looked at the place where the cake was made, and I asked him why he refused.
But it doesn’t seem necessary.
Anyway, it’s good to have a working day.
“The ratio is wrong. I’m sorry.
Jung-sawa warns.
But his eyes were still on the cake and he didn’t even look at me.
I’m going to stop.
The milk is pouring out.
“Oh, this… I’ll add a bit of low-strength flour. I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk, he just dropped the flowering tools and started decorating fruit on the surface.
I scolded myself, quickly retracted my mind and worked hard.
Jung-taek is very Buddhist.
But he was very serious when he made the cake, and he was like a soul-screw.
I’ve learned a lot with him in the last two years, and I can almost open a shop.
Bang! I’m sorry.
The glass was suddenly smashed.
And I looked up, and I saw Lin through the window looking at me, and I saw the star’s anger.
Come out!
He said.
If money rains, fear and guilt, tell him what.
But apparently, listen to those words, he gets more angry.
I frown, and I’m a bit angry, and more inexplicable and weak.
“I’m going out. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
Shosawa noded his head and looked worried.
I took off my gloves, pushed out the door, and I was pulled out by Lin.
The wrists are sore.
Let go! I’m sorry.
I dumped a few times, I didn’t shake, but I got caught harder.
“Let go of me! You’re sick!”
I yelled so hard, my eyes were red.
I have always been a good, hard-working, good girl, in the eyes of both parents and others.
There is no conflict without conflict.
You can’t hide, you can’t hide.
But I’m not without fire.
Lin Zhi has never seen me like this before, and then he looks at my red wrists, and he goes, “I didn’t mean it, I just look at you and him…”
Speaking of which, he looks a little pale.
“You’re part-time. Don’t do it. I don’t like him. I’m sorry.
I looked up, looked at him in the eye, laughed.
“Why?”
He frowns, he doesn’t understand, “You and the opposite sex shrink in that little space to make cake, I’m not happy.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him the first time I thought he was so funny.
“I’ve been working here for a year, and now you’re upset? I’m sorry.
And when he heard me, his face became stiffer: “How much is your part-time job for a month? I turn to you.” I’m sorry.
After that, just pick up the phone and turn me 3,000.
And then he looked up, and he said, “Can this be done? I’m sorry.
I bit my lips, my nails were embedded in my hand, and I took a few breaths to calm down the urge to slap him in the face, and I looked up, and I remember we broke up yesterday. I’m sorry.
The forest has a cold face, a step closer, a sense of oppression.
“You’re playing a little bit, I know. If the money rain tells me that you girls love it, the game is real, but I’m telling the truth. I’m sorry.
His face was even more uncomfortable, and he was even sore, that he broke his mouth.
“Can you trust me? I’m sorry.
I looked at him and didn’t know what to look like.
“Then why don’t you believe me? I’m sorry.
He can’t understand: “Why do you lie to her when she’s weak and simple and she’s not in conflict with you?” Chen Xiaomei, do you want to do that stupid part-time job? I’m sorry.
I laughed, and my heart was torn apart.
She’s chicken? She’s simple?
I step back and wipe the tears out of my smile, and I say, “Lynn, we broke up, don’t come to me again.” I’m sorry.
Shit! Who the fuck cares about you? You’re the cake maker! I’m sorry.
At last, Lin’s anger broke out and punched the wall at the school entrance, turning around.
When I turned back, I saw how simple and beautiful the rain was.
She gave up her lips and went after her.
At this time, there are not many people at the entrance to the school, but there are still three or two passing students.
That look cut me all over.
I was tired of crouching down against the wall, hugging myself and burying my head on my knees, as if I could avoid all sights and wounds.
I’m tired, really tired.
“All right?”
The voice of Kawasawa is on top of my head.
I’m full of tears and I’m afraid to look up.
He sneezed and seemed to be in front of me.
“I’ve made a new one. I’m sorry.
“What’s this weird match?” I’m sorry.
I muffled, wiped my face and looked up.
“Foot! I’m sorry.
He smiled, and his gentle eyes turned into moon teeth.
“Leave it to you, shea and pomegranate. I’m sorry.
It doesn’t feel any better.
He pulled me up and I hit him across the glass from the security booth.
He freaked out.
I saw myself through the window.
I have to say, some net-red mascara cannot be bought.
I don’t know.
I washed my face in the shop, and it was normal.
Then he returned his money, then took him to the dark, and then went out to the bathroom and put a ball on it, and went to the counter to try something new.
Turns out it’s blueberry cake, and there’s some crumbs on the surface. It’s a very good color.
The jam is made of blueberry sauce with lemon juice, which is just as greasy as animal cream, and sour without blueberries.
“It’s delicious. I’m sorry.
My eyes are bright, I’m feeling much better.
He looked at me, and he opened his eyes, “Well, that’s good. I’m sorry.
“What’s this one called?” I asked.
He took away the dishes that I had finished and looked at me. I’m sorry.
I stopped, I remembered the cake.
The dark blue chocolate shell is so delicate and so dim, it’s a few red car crumbs, like a sudden hope…
It’s true that there’s a crush on that feeling.
The taste of cream and the sweetness of jam and butter is so fine that it’s just like when you’re in love with each other because you’re happy with one word and you’re just like each other because you’re sore.
“Well, it fits. I’m sorry.
It’s just my mood.
After that, I’m pulling my lip.
“There’s a game next weekend. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
I didn’t respond.
He slowly put the dishes in order to look at me: “Cake games, in Guangzhou, can spread out. I’m sorry.
I’m a little jealous.
Not surprisingly, with a mine in his home, he can do what he likes to graduate, even if he can’t earn money in his shop and don’t worry about his livelihood.
“The cost is in the store. He adds:
I thought about it and I said yes.
He smiled, and the sun shined on him, so peaceful and gentle.
Here you go.
He brought me a transparent box, another piece of cake.
I’m confused.
He laughed, “This is another new piece called “Sweet Love.” You can try it when you go back to your dormitory. I’m sorry.
I nod my head, and I walked out of the store with a cake box.
It’s been a long day.
It is true that human happiness is not compatible, that some are happy to develop new things, and that some are tortured to death by love.
But at least, there’s a cake.
I don’t know.
Back in the dorm, I looked at a big white candy cake with a fork, and the red jam came out.
It’s strawberry sauce.
It’s sweet and it’s not tired, and it’s all in the cream.
Eat it in your mouth, and the whole taste bud jumps.
I laughed.
Really, sweet and happy love.
I wish I could have.
It turns out not only will I not, but I will fall and fall.
When I sat down on Monday at the big class, I saw Lin and Money Rain entering the classroom.
I almost had trouble breathing.
Your hands are breaking the pen.
I can’t believe it’s been years since I’ve had feelings.
Who’s got a crush on a man for years, the character of Lin, even less likely.
Now that he’s broken up, he probably doesn’t care about the game, turns around with the guy he likes.
I thought if he didn’t like me, he’d be a little bit of a classmate for years.
He knew I had a circle of friends the first day I was with him.
Right now, hit me in the face.
“Oh, Lin Zhen is not your boyfriend? I’m sorry.
I’m sure your roommate Zhao Yan was careful.
I’m trying to calm myself down and I’m talking with a dumb voice: “It’s a split.” I’m sorry.
She saw me, silently.
But it’s clear that Lin Zheng is not enough, and he sits in front of me with money.
This class is in four classes together.
The same counselor, who is more or less familiar with each other in his or her class.
Lin Zheng is a popular figure, and many people know we’ve only been together for less than half a month.
As a result, he is now taking her to the classroom.
This moment, I became a big joke.
I’ve been told before that I don’t deserve to be given a share.
I don’t know.
I bit the soft flesh in my lips, and restrained myself with a pen.
Because I know that now it’s going to be after dinner.
But, unfortunately, the hands are completely uncontrolled, the harder they are, the more they are.
And the eyes start red.
After class, people finally stopped looking at me.
But this 45-minute class is still a torture for me.
The cell phone stuns from time to time.
I looked in my eyes, and most of them were people who were admired at the time, and now I’m asking about my relationship.
And I don’t know if it’s a delusion, and I hear a little, sharp laughter around.
I don’t know.
I can’t read a word with my eyes on books.
In the front row, there’s so much money, so soft.
I’m going crazy.
I finally waited for the bell to pick up the book with restraint and said to my roommate that I would leave and I would not come out of the classroom.
But if money doesn’t want to let me go like this,
She stopped me and said, “Academy, I thought we were going to tea with Lin. I’m sorry.
I’m red and white.
Lin was my boyfriend when she said that.
But now that I’m talking out of her mouth, it’s like I’m trying to seduce her boyfriend.
The steps of the students around us are slowly visible.
The forest was just looking at me, lazy and lazy, “Are you going?” Go on, then. I’m sorry.
I grabbed the book dead.
Desperate and suffocated embarrassment is about to crush me.
As I was about to push them away, I was suddenly held by a warm hand.
I looked up, and I saw Dosawa looking at the forest, and he was so gentle, “No, my girlfriend and I have other things to do.” I’m sorry.
I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it.
The money fell on him carefully and was blown away.
“You said you were part-time? I’m sorry.
Jozawa held my hand tight.
“Does it matter to you?” I’m sorry.
He bit his teeth and turned his head.
If money rains, it’s a little embarrassing to go out.
I took a breath, I didn’t want to take a look, and I pulled Kawasawa out.
It’s not until there’s a small corner.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
He looked at me and laughed, “I wanted to ask you about the cake. I’m sorry.
“Oh, I forgot. Sorry. I’m sorry.
I was hit yesterday, and I went downstairs and threw a piece of garbage, and I forgot all about it.
I’m glad I forgot. I’m ashamed today.
“It’s all right, let’s just say that ex-boyfriend, why bother you again? I’m sorry.
I shook my head and I was tired: “Not entangled, uh, complicated, but you saved my life.” I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, I leaned against the wall.
He stood there waiting, and he said, “I said I was your boyfriend.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll explain later. I’m sorry.
I’m in a hurry.
He looked, he didn’t seem happy, he didn’t know why. I’m sorry.
I don’t understand.
He smiled and touched my head and said, “You’ve got a boyfriend in your condition. I can help you first. I’m sorry.
I don’t know if he’s in a bad mood, but he’s laughing warmly.
Then I realized that I was still holding his hand, and I was in a hurry to let go, and my face was a little red.
He didn’t say anything, he talked to me about something new, he left.
I’m just standing there and I just feel so exciting today.
When I got to the dorm, I saw Zhao Yan coming to give me a bear hug. I’ve hooked up with my graduate. I’m sorry.
I:
Then she showed me the Cake Shop public number.
The cover is the side of my face when I make the cake, wearing a mask and a hat.
The title below is marked by three red hearts.
The article said that the boss had dropped off and given 99 cupcakes that were sold 58 times.
I’m stunned. This is a real Doozawa gang.
There are a number of students in schools who focus on the public.
All of a sudden, I thought, “Break up” after that, would I be surrounded again?
This week I’m afraid to go out, it’s the dormitory — the classroom — the library.
I never thought I’d live to be a melon.
Everybody wants to eat me.
I was not relieved until I was on my way to the game with Kawasawa, again accusing him of sending my picture to the public.
He smiled and apologized.
But with this, our relationship is much better.
What did he say?
It’s gentle, it’s Buddhist, but it’s polite and it’s inexplicable.
It’s like a thousand miles away.
Especially when you’re making cakes, it’s kind of coercive.
For example, there’s a little bit more to the right side of the left butter pen.
The dishes and so forth, each must be washed twice, over water three times, dry.
Very strict.
I don’t know.
“Why do you like cake so much? I’m sorry.
It’s okay. I was suddenly curious.
Because I don’t think he likes dessert very much, it’s just the process.
He sat in the chair and thought for a while, “My mom, she loved doing these things, so I wanted to know why. I’m sorry.
“Well, I see. Do you know now? I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and his light brown eyes were glitter: “Here it is. I’m sorry.
I paused. I didn’t know why.
The game was fun, a lot of West Pointers.
The cake is finished and the rest is shared.
New locations, new experiences, new people are sure to make people feel better, especially with all kinds of dessert.
We’ll be 10 pounds fat when we get back to school.
The night before I went back to school, I went to play the Guangzhou Tower.
On the Ferris wheel, looking down at the light and light of the night, wondering why, suddenly, it was a bit of a cry.
The world is so big, so beautiful.
But I’ve been chasing Lin-chul for years, missing my favorite school, going to the city.
Just because he’s there.
What am I doing?
Especially when I see so many people, with their hearts and hearts, trying over and over for the perfect scale, but still looking at the light…
“Joseph, am I funny? I’m sorry.
I mock myself.
“For a man who doesn’t like himself, abandons his favorite professional, favorite city, immersed in self-moment, and finally nothing. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and looked more gentle in the night.
“Well, you shouldn’t give up what you like, but now it’s time. I’m sorry.
I looked a little lost to him.
And he drew near, and casteth forth in his ear all that was before my forehead: “I will be with you, and I will find what I like again.” I’m sorry.
I’m freezing.
He suddenly bends over and gets closer to me.
And as we had only one centimeter left of his lips, he stood up and opened his first button with some restraint, and laughed at me: “It was a little hot. I’m sorry.
I: ? What did he want?
I’ve been thinking a little bit about that.
Even doubting that you’re not delusional.
But Kawasawa was a little bit… “I want to be disgruntled?
“Do you want something to eat?
He has recovered his usual appearance.
And I shook my head, and my face was a little red and my heart cried out.
Aren’t you pretending to be a couple? What was that all about? Think I’m someone else? Or is it too much?
It’s too hard! I won’t.
On the way back, the atmosphere was quiet.
And it was compared to the words of Kawasawa, and I am afraid that I will be alive.
But now.
Silence, silence is today’s cabin.
“Why are you so quiet? I’m sorry.
Jung-sawa asked.
I blinked and looked at him with some incredibleity.
Brother, what did you do on the Ferris wheel yesterday? You asked me?
No, but!
I’m not a kid. What do you want?
“No, it’s okay.”
All right, I’m the mental giant, the operational dwarf.
I can’t ask a single question. I’m guilty. I deserve to die. Whoo-hoo!
Fortunately, Kawasawa didn’t go on. He started to keep his eyes closed.
I snuck his long eyelashes, the eyes of Dan Feng, the tall nose.
“Coo-du!” I’m sorry.
I took back my eyes and snagged.
Do you have a handsome one?
Looks like I missed not only what I liked, but also the handsomeness of Hanawa.
At this moment, I finally realized how retarded a leaf is.
When I was waiting for my suitcase, I went to pick up my luggage, and Ozawa helped me get it.
I almost jumped up the moment my finger hit his hand.
It’s okay. It’s okay.
“Huh!”
Jorzak laughter, I blew my head off.
Brother, why are you laughing? Don’t laugh, I’m scared! Whoo-hoo!
I wonder if he likes me.
Thought I’d stop by.
Come on, I want money, I want face, I want cake, I like your hammer!
That day, the atmosphere must have been in place.
Yes, atmosphere.
I don’t know.
When I got to school, he took me downstairs.
I looked at his back and his heart beat a little bit.
When I got back to the dormitory, I suddenly remembered that I didn’t think about Lin Yu for days.
I don’t know what happened to her and the rain.
Forget it.
I scratched my head and threw away all these crazy ideas and took some cat food from the drawers behind the dormitory and fed it to the wildcats.
It’s a fat orange, super cute.
When I graduate, I’ll rob it home.
Look at the way it snored me in the belly. My heart’s gone.
Unfortunately, happy times were quickly interrupted.
Chen Xiaomei, are you really with him? I’m sorry.
I put my hand down.
Orange’s dissatisfied with “meow,” suggesting I continue.
I didn’t turn my head. Nod. “Well, what’s wrong? I’m sorry.
Lynch came straight over and dragged me up against him.
Little Orange, “Meow”, ran away and blew his hair and made a “hoo-hoo.”
“You’ve been avoiding me, and I asked your roommates to know you were out. Chen Xiaomei, you’re so cheap! I’m sorry.
“I’m so angry, I’m sorry, I’m not…”
“Linquent. I’m sorry.
I interrupted him.
He said with his face in pain: “I’m sorry, I’m so angry, I didn’t mean to say that to you.” I’m sorry.
I look at him and I feel calm.
I always wondered why he frowned and was unhappy.
At this moment, I realized I didn’t like him.
Maybe from the time he took me out of the cake shop, despite my thoughts.
Or when he sat in front of me with his hands full of money.
All of a sudden, I wonder why I was so excited about him.
Just remember he’s handsome.
When I first saw him in freshman year, I felt my heart beat.
Later, I found that he had a temper, though a little grumpy, but that he had never been active and, to some extent, sweet.
In the same class, it’s easy to talk.
And so, slowly, it became a state of friendship and love.
Sometimes he’ll ask me to string and chat.
And that’s when I learned to eat spicy.
Last year, I tried to confess, but I saw him facelessly rejecting flowers.
I came over and heard him say, “Love troubles. I’m sorry.
That sentence broke my confession and had to continue to be his friend.
But last week, he confessed to me.
At the time, I was so happy to hear the world and my girlfriend screamed so crazy that my girlfriend almost punched me in the head.
But in the end, it was just a circle of friends with restraint.
I don’t know.
“Linquent! I’m sorry.
He rarely shows his vulnerability.
I looked at him and said, “Do you know I liked you from the start of school?” I’m sorry.
He opened his mouth and then he was exhausted.
And I went on and said, “Do you know that I’m sad that you told me because of a game? I’m sorry.
“No, I didn’t confess because I fucking liked you! I’m sorry.
And in his narrow eyes came some frustration.
“I’m not gonna tell anyone about this game! I’m sorry.
I looked at him and nod my head: “Do you like money? I’m sorry.
He did not speak, but he looked at me with his stubbornness: “You are the most important in my heart. I’m sorry.
Oh, everything.
I laughed, “Lin Qi, I don’t like you, I wish you both happiness. I’m sorry.
He grabbed me again, like in the last straw.
“I admit I have some feelings for her, but I can delete her. I’m sorry.
He said to take out his cell phone and light the money in his head.
I saw them talking an hour ago.
If money rains on him to bring her milk tea.
He went back to “good.”
At this moment, the little thing I like about him goes out completely and reaches out to stop him.
“Don’t do it, Lindsey. I don’t like you anymore, you understand? I’m sorry.
He was staring at me like he thought it would change my mind.
It was, but it’s no use now.
I sighs over him.
“You don’t really like him, I can see it in your eyes.” I’m sorry.
I’m stuck.
His voice was dazzled and he struggled: “I still have a chance, right? I’m sorry.
I was silent, light, and I said, “Did you see in my eyes that I didn’t like you? I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk.
I went straight away and met the money at the corner.
Her eyes were red and she was heartbroken and angry.
Seeing me hastily stood up as if it had covered up the fact that she heard us talking.
I laughed at her: “You won.” I’m sorry.
She bites her lips, covering up her cry: “Yes, so stay away from the woods!” I’m sorry.
I nod my head and go.
Scattered and repressed chokes are coming from behind.
Actually, I asked Lin if she liked her because I saw her dress outside the wall.
In my knowledge of Lin Zhen, Lin Zheng will say nothing.
Thinking about it, I’m talking.
The rabbit bites. She pushes me so many times. I’m only stabbing her once.
Look at the bright sun, I breathe.
Nice air today.
Back in the dorm, I looked into the favorite professions and started to get busy.
We’ll be in third grade soon. We’ll be ready for the study.
This time, I’m going to the city I want to go to.
Besides, I need to sort things out.
When I finished my college, I called my parents and said I wanted to take a multidisciplinary study.
They don’t approve of me being a professional, they think I’m too risky to find a job.
But then, it did.
My mother was so mad at me that she couldn’t bring back nine cows once she decided what to do.
So, I went crazy, I went through it.
I don’t know.
I didn’t realize that more than a month had passed before I saw the forest and the rain.
On one occasion, Lin was in front of my dormitory, as if he had stomach problems and had a pale look on his stomach, but still looked at me.
I’ve seen him like this before, and I’m sure he’ll be in a hurry to take him to a hospital, find a way to escape from the control of the bedroom aunt, secretly porridge him and bring him medicine.
But now, there’s no feeling, there’s no feeling, maybe I’m a little cold.
Without love, he’s not as good to me as a stranger.
I looked him in the eye and went upstairs.
Since then, we have passed each other even if we see them.
He knows I’m busy, so he’s been asking his roommates to bring me a cake or to talk to me about new products or something interesting when I’m downstairs feeding oranges.
Being a “false boyfriend” with all due diligence is a reassuring back.
Because it’s a multidisciplinary study, there’s a lot of things you don’t understand, and you’re upset.
When I spit, he listens silently, gives me advice from time to time, and makes me happy.
Sometimes it’s impossible to look at what he’s been trying to do.
He’s a good man himself.
I’m not stupid. I know there’s no good in this world for no reason.
In a sense, he’s just like me in the past, he’s careful, he can’t move forward, he can’t control himself, he’s always watching each other.
I thought if he told me, I’d say yes.
If he doesn’t confess then I can take the initiative.
At the same time, he was consciously curious.
I don’t know.
I looked at him when I fed the cat.
What have we been saying lately? Still pretending to be a couple, but close enough, so I know he lives around the school.
But when he went with him to get the cake, he found that his house was empty and apparently living alone.
But I haven’t seen his parents since I worked so long.
So I asked, “Do you always live by yourself?” I’m sorry.
He looked and laughed, “Well, one person is fine. I’m sorry.
I watched him with his gentle eyes and his indifferentness, and I shut up.
His distant and cold feeling came back, and I didn’t like it, and, to be precise, it was kind of painful.
Definitely not good.
“I’m working on something new, you want it? I’m sorry.
He suddenly turned his head and asked me like I was okay.
I noded my head and jumped off the subject with him.
Together at the cake shop.
I saw a car parked at the door.
The people who stood by the car looked familiar, as if they had seen in some kind of report, looked at the age of 40 and 50, looked exactly like Dan Feng-Eye and Dosawa, and had a strong vibe.
“You’re having an addiction in this fucking store? “Men’s voice is calm and cold.
And when he saw him, the gentleness of his face was faded, and he ignored him, and took my hand and walked away, so he showed some strength.
I let him pull, but I saw him being stopped again by that man.
“What the hell happened to you? I’m sorry.
Men look tired.
I’m afraid to look at Kaupawa, and he stops, and laughs like he’s got a stabbing.
“So, this family is destroyed, just a piece of shit? I’m sorry.
Men frown, no more talking.
Jozawa took me straight through him, went into the shop, closed the door, locked the door, made it.
Nevertheless, he kept his head down for a long time.
He can’t see his mind.
After a while, he stood up and looked at me, and smiled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was coming to eat something new. I’m sorry.
I open my mouth, hold on to the idea of asking, nod my head.
Today it’s chocolate-cracked cake, which I thought would taste heavy, but it’s not so bad, but it’s nice and cool.
“With mint?” I asked.
He sat on the chair and didn’t talk, like he didn’t hear.
It’s like it’s coming back and looking back at me, and it’s like it’s a little bit of a childish.
“Well, what did you say? I’m sorry.
I sighs, drop the fork.
“Well, if you don’t mind, talk? I’m sorry.
I looked at him, worried about saying.
He sighs, looks out the window, the man’s driving away.
“Nothing really. I’m sorry.
I came close and said: “I want to help you too. I’m sorry.
His eyes were brightened as if the shooting stars were drawn by night, but the light was short and attractive.
And then he smiled, and he took it easy, and he took it slow: “It was simple, he cheated, divorced, my mom went crazy. I’m sorry.
I stunned, slowly touching his head, and I didn’t know he looked soft and gentle, but his hair was a little hard.
But when it’s over, it’s like it’s about what it’s done.
Suddenly, I sense something.
I looked up, and I saw the forest lumber standing in front of the window, and my eyes were cold, and I turned my head.
And he saw him, and suddenly he asked, “Do you like him? I’m sorry.
I shake my head: “No, I don’t like it. I’m sorry.
Then look at the watch, close to bedtime, and say, “Go ahead, see you tomorrow.”
It’s a soft “mmm” sound.
I’m walking down the street, I’m looking at my eyes, and I’m 20 minutes away from bed, and I have to go faster.
And now, there’s nobody on the road.
All of a sudden, the bush stretched out its hand and dragged me away, scared me to scream and was covered in my mouth.
And the lumbers put me to the tree, and the eyes were like wolves.
Chen Xiaomei, I have a stomachache waiting for a day outside your dorm, and you can’t even look at me. He’s just a little lost, so you’re showing the pain, huh? I’m sorry.
Does my heart hurt?
Listening to him, I was a little confused, and then I started to struggle.
“You’re sick! I’m sorry.
I’m covered in his mouth and I can only sound hard.
He looked at me and laughed, “What kind of bird do you think he is? Just a psycho. I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
He laughter, loose hands, sharp eyebrows, “Tomorrow, you’ll know. I’m sorry.
Come on, he’s turning around.
“What do you mean? Speak up! I’m sorry.
He looked at me and said, “Come back, I’ll let him go.” I’m sorry.
I look at him like a fool.
“You’re sick, aren’t you? Don’t you know what money is for? I can’t live with her while she’s looking at me. Besides, Jung-sawa has nothing to do with this. Why did you bring him into this? Why am I with you? I’m sorry.
I’ve been staring at me for a long time, laughing, “Wait, after 12 o’clock, watch the school forum, and in five minutes I’ll be in bed.” I’m sorry.
After that, he pulled my hand and turned away.
I bit my teeth, got attached, ran back to the cake shop.
Lucky Kawasawa hasn’t left yet. See me.
“You left, didn’t you? I’m sorry.
I was groaning, and I was worried, “Do you have any dark material?” I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
Jung-taek swooned.
I bit my lips and told him what happened.
And when he heard and looked, he laughed at me after a while, “It’s all right, don’t worry. I’m sorry.
Look at him. I don’t know why. I feel suffocated.
It is He who laughs, and is as gentle as he was, but he reveals his despair in all parts.
“You all right?”
I asked, “The eyes are a little sour.”
He shook his head and said, “Of course. I’m sorry.
Then he looked at the watch, and said to me, “Now that you are closed, sleep in the lounge, and I go home.” I’m sorry.
I hesitated and noded.
Who knows when he went out and suddenly turned to me and said, “I miss you, we have met before.” I’m sorry.
I’m a little confused.
He laughed, “You said you liked me then. I’m sorry.
I: ?
What the hell?
I’m stomping.
He saw my face and he kept laughing, “Yes, I should be the only one who remembers it. I’m sorry.
After that, he was like a relief, waved at me, turned around and left.
I was staring at his back, thinking about his empty room, thinking about Lin’s words.
Wait!
I got him.
Kawasawa turned back, and there was no emotion in his eyes, but a little apathy.
“I’m going to your house! I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
He’s slowly recovering his focal length, and he’s got a bit of tweak in his eyes.
“Go to my house?”
I’m in a lot of places.
In a second, I reacted to what I said, started to regret and tried to rip my head off.
It’s deadly. I said something!
What about baths and bathrooms?
I’m getting slower this way.
But slowly, he left in 10 minutes to get to his house.
It’s still the same at home.
It’s cold, empty, but there’s an extra pixie ball on the window.
And he saw me, changed my shoes, and said to me, “You said it wasn’t very human, so I bought it back, and I gave it some life. I’m sorry.
“I see. I’m sorry.
I nodded my head, and I didn’t think he was so careful with the words I said.
Then he went to boil water and made me tea.
I’m sitting on the sofa in an awkward way, and I don’t feel comfortable anywhere.
He then moved the sheets to the second bedroom and gave me the main bedroom.
I went in, saw an independent bathroom, a little relief.
Simplely washed, I lay in a repaved nest, unnamed, feeling sweet bread.
It smells like Kawasawa.
Feels like he’s holding him in his arms and sleeping.
Shit.
My face was slowly redened, covered in the sun, and finally, I climbed up to wash my face with cold water.
After I washed my face, I opened the mirror and found a box of pills behind me.
Fluorine is a drug for depression and anxiety disorders.
Is it true what Lin is saying?
“Ding bang!” I’m sorry.
It’s ringing.
I rushed to put the bottle back, then carefully restored it to the angle and look of what it was when it was taken out, so I went out and opened the door.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I’m looking at the door of Shosawa.
He smiled and said, “I forgot my medicine. I’m sorry.
He went into the bathroom, took the bottle in front of me and told me to sleep early.
I called him, and I hesitated, “What’s that? I’m sorry.
He stayed on his feet, didn’t look back, and he said, “It’s just sleeping pills. It’s okay. I’m sorry.
I bit my lips and nod my head: Good night. I’m sorry.
I was a little worried to go back to bed when he closed the door, because my mom was a psychiatric nurse, so part of the psychomedicine, I knew the function.
Fluorine, mainly for depression, anxiety and coercion.
It can cause gastrointestinal discomfort, nausea, indigestion or occasional fatigue and sleep addiction.
I don’t know.
It is true that Kawasawa eats little and is thin.
Sometimes at a cake store, you’re holding your arms for a while, and you don’t smell the window.
He thought he was a Buddhist.
So you can’t take it because you’re taking it?
I think here, I look at the watch, it’s 23:50.
So he called Lin, and he answered, “Do you agree? I’m sorry.
And I bit my teeth: “Lin, Kawasawa is just a relief, we are not true lovers. I’m sorry.
He was silent for a while, and he laughed, “You don’t understand, he’s looking at your eyes and forget it. I’m sorry.
After that, he just hung up.
I scolded, and I walked in and out and brushed the forum.
At 24.00, I saw a message about “the history of the psychiatry of the rich cakemaker” on the cover, which is a nice picture of the smile on the face.
I just ordered the report.
It details the birth of Kawasawa, the son of a wealthy businessman and the news that he was nearly killed by his biological mother.
The latter part was accompanied by information on his psychiatric treatment.
Finally, he was 15 and 16 years old and sat in a wheelchair with a skinny bone.
I looked at that picture and my hands were shaking.
Because, I remember.
In the first year, I broke my arm, stayed in the hospital, was bored every day, and I met a quiet little brother in the garden.
At first, I was just around him, and then I talked to him very carefully.
He never looked at me like he couldn’t see me.
I suspect he’s blind.
Until one time, my mom brought me a little cake.
I gave him half, he finally spoke.
He asked me, “What’s good about this?” I’m sorry.
I can’t believe it.
Who else in the world doesn’t like dessert?
And then, in anger, he finished.
And the next day, he brought me another piece of cake to eat.
I don’t know.
And then for the second half of the month, he brought me a cake every day.
The day before I left the hospital, I expressed my contempt for him.
After all, there’s too little chance of eating cake every day.
At the time, he asked me if I’d see you again.
I nodded, left his contact number, and then I accidentally lost it.
There’s no more.
Turns out that’s the boy.
I opened the door and went straight into the bedroom of Kawasawa, but I saw him standing in front of the window, and the window opened and the wind blew up his white shirt.
On the left hand, the screen is still on.
“How did you get in here?” I’m sorry.
I think about what he used to look like, “I remember, I remember.” I’m sorry.
He smiled and noded, “Well, I know. I’m sorry.
Then keep looking out the window.
He’s 16th floor.
I’m freaking out.
“You, don’t do anything stupid. Come here. I’m sorry.
I was crying.
How sick he was at the time and how hard it hit him, the words were simply not enough.
But I can feel that pain by his side.
In fact, I didn’t want to contact him again after I first met him.
Because he was too heavy to breathe.
But my mother, who happens to be a nurse at that hospital, heard that he felt sorry for something, thought that he could get along with the kids, so at the cost of a week’s cake, I asked me to help him.
But I didn’t think he’d remember until now.
“Do you think I can dance? I’m sorry.
Jorzak smiles, but doesn’t look at it.
I couldn’t stand it, ran straight over and held him, tears were running, trying to pull him out of the window.
It’s not moving.
It was only after a while that he lamented and let me take him away and wipe away my tears: “Why are you crying? I’m fine, I don’t want anything. I’m sorry.
“You’re lying! I’m sorry.
I cried.
I’m sure he’s right to be here today.
After a while, he looked at my hand, holding his waist, and finally gave up struggling: “Sleep, it’s late. I’m sorry.
I hesitated to say no.
The next day, I went to bed with a panda.
Yesterday, I wanted to look at Dosawa and I fell asleep.
As soon as I woke up, I looked for him in the room and found him in the living room, with sweet peas on the table, oil bars and pickles.
I like them all.
And Jorzae held his head with his hands, closed his eyes, a little head.
I sat in front of him for almost a minute, and he found me, squeezing my nose, and a few apologies said, “I fell asleep again.” I’m sorry.
I nodded and laughed at him.
He said, “Eat, eat. I’m sorry.
And I looked at him, and I showed up, “I know what it does. I’m sorry.
He listened to me without any surprise. He just slowly tore the oil, put it in soybean and pushed the bowl to me.
I bow my head, and every piece of oil is almost the same size.
Seeing me start eating, Shosawa said, “Well, I saw the bottle’s location change. I’m sorry.
After that, he was silent again.
I gave him a stick of oil, he took it and said, “So, to some extent, Lin is right, I did ask…” I’m sorry.
You’re the victim? Isn’t it normal to feel hurt when something like that happens? It’s not like I’m learning how to break a bike? Why would no one say that the treatment of a physical injury is humiliating? I’m sorry.
And when Jorzai stood still, and looked at me, and suddenly he laughed, “You are a lot of people. I’m sorry.
And I looked at him carefully, and I said, “It’s not nonsense, it’s reason, it’s healing, it’s healing. I’m sorry.
He stares at me and looks at me for a long time, and he hesitates to say, “Then will you hate me?”
“As a friend, will you hate me? I’m sorry.
He added.
“Of course I won’t, no matter what friends or lovers I’ll try to treat him. I’m sorry.
I looked him in the eye and didn’t think.
My mother, a psychiatric nurse, knew that some of the mentally ill were injurious and difficult to control, but a significant part of them were killed by prejudice, because they swallowed the trauma alone and closed their hearts.
After looking at me, Kawasawa slowly unmasked his mask and recovered to his original state of mind.
I went up and grabbed him and said, “This is because of me, and I will face it with you.” I’m sorry.
He smiled, like he meant something.
But when I got back to school, I knew he laughed at me.
I’m clearly more famous than last time, and a lot of school people point at me.
Back to the dormitory, Zhao Yan stopped asking me if I wanted to break up with Katozawa.
I stomped on her and said that Dosawa was just depression and anxiety and was already actively treating.
Her face showed some hesitation.
“Well, when I was a kid, was it normal? You better be reasonable. I’m sorry.
I’m so angry, I want to counter it, but look at her, I know, it doesn’t make sense.
The sticker has been deleted, but the screenshot has been circulated in various groups and cannot be stopped.
When the class was over, I went to the cake shop and found it empty.
It’s usually full.
The post did not describe the situation of Dosawa, but merely misled photographs of the psychiatry and Dosawa, as well as reports of his mother being placed in a psychiatric hospital.
So it’s natural for everyone to draw the same marks as the mentally ill.
I can’t help but feel the pain of looking at the scrawny figure of Dodo standing alone in the store.
He saw me with a gentle smile.
Oh, shit.
After a while, the cake shop was closed because the landlord knew about the “sick” of Hanzawa and refused to rent it again.
I had a big fight with the landlord.
As if he was used to it, he laughed and told me to buy it first.
But even so, I can see his darker eyes.
The heart is slit.
It was then that I realized that I had fallen in love with him.
He was so gentle and kind and swallowed up all the suffering that he should not have suffered.
“Joseph, I want the sweet love you made.” I’m sorry.
The day before the end, I spoke to him.
And then he started to do it.
It’s still serious. It’s so strict that it doesn’t go wrong.
I looked at him and suddenly got a new sense of heart.
The love of the forest is the result of the naive and self-imagining of the young and the ignorant, and the beauty of the other.
But for the Kaupawa, it is a drop from day to day.
The way he treats the world in a gentle manner, with scars on his body, is shining.
I want him to be happy, I want to be with him.
He looked at me when he ate the cake.
When I finish eating, I look straight at him, and I’m more sure of myself: “How about we stop pretending to be lovers?” I’m sorry.
He stood there, looked at me with surprise, and he was a little bit of a fool.
It took me a while to get down and smiled, “Well, yes, it’s not good for you to pretend to be a lover now, and it’s not good for me.
“Not really. I’m sorry.
And I interrupted him and said, “I mean, Kawasawa, I like you and we are really together.” I’m sorry.
He opened his mouth and seemed unbelievable.
It took a while to breathe, and the eyes were red: “No, I will not delay you.” I’m sorry.
I said, “You will not be with me, but you will delay me.” I’m sorry.
He moved his fingers for a long time, so he choked, “Well, if you regret it, you can at any time…”
“I won’t regret it. I’m sorry.
“Okay, I’ll show you to my mom, and you decide. I’m sorry.
Jorzai closed his eyes and made concessions.
I know, he wants to show me the softest place in his heart.
It’s like a hedgehog showing each other a soft belly.
I was ready, but when I saw his mother, I was shocked.
Because I can’t figure out why the first person who was calm, when I saw Kawasawa, I yelled to kill him.
It was a long time ago that the Kawasawa was used to lying on a wall and watching his mother being dragged away by a nurse to use tranquilizers, so he took a slow step in the road: “She loved her face, and she had me when she married my father.
“Listen to her, I’m sorry, but I’m not divorced. Later, my father cheated on me, but she kept it a secret from everyone and made a couple of loving couples until I broke my father’s affair, broke her for more than a decade and then went crazy and poured all her hate into me. But in fact, I think she just didn’t want to hate my dad and blame me for being confused. I’m sorry.
I listened to his calm tone and held his shiver handways: “If this is your last test, I’ll stay with you.
Finally, he looked at me, and his eyes were red: “Well, we’re together. I’m sorry.
I nod my head and hold him.
He held me back. He was strong. I didn’t resist.
I don’t know.
When I got back from the asylum, I thought about it and decided to move in with Kawasawa.
I was going to sleep.
But then he insisted that I sleep in the Lord’s bedroom, and he sleeps in the second.
I stopped working part-time and focused on two things: learning to be with him.
No class, he makes cake, I read.
After dinner every day, I’ll take him for a run and exercise.
I don’t care, though I still have a different look.
Sometimes he can’t sleep with his pills, lying down at my table, watching me study quietly and feeding me fruit.
I’m just touching his head while I’m back at the end.
However, it was not expected that on the last day of the final examination, another gushing occurred at the Forum, which was news of Chen Yu’s abortion.
And Lin, stand by her.
It’s a lot of college, but it’s another thing to be exposed.
Moreover, the news was stabbed to Chen Yuro and Lin Yi’s parents.
The final result was a suspension from school.
And looking at the foetal time on that medical list, it coincided with me and Lin.
Is it true that this child was conceived the week we dated?
I feel sicker thinking about it.
But at the same time, there was a bit of curiosity, so I looked at the place next to me with a new taste of cake.
He wondered, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I thought about it, shake my head.
He did it. It’s better. Can’t you get revenge?
I’m having fun too.
A month later, Kawasawa reduced the amount of medicine, and everything is moving in the right direction.
In my senior year, he re-opened his shop downtown called Sweet Read, which is a good business.
And I’m starting to get nervous on my side.
In the meantime, his father came back and I scolded him.
At the time, I had only one thought.
I don’t care who you are.
Then Kawasawa told me that he thought I was like a hen with a chick.
I thought about it for half a day and hit him.
Too bad, poor comment.
He smiled and held my hand, printed a small kiss, and focused on “Well, how about a light?” Save my kind. I’m sorry.
I’m blushing red, not avoiding his kiss.
I don’t know.
After graduation, I took Kawasawa home and told my parents about him.
My mother was directly attacked when she met him.
The day after that, it’s big! No words!
If anything happens, she’ll talk directly to him, not to me.
Make me look like a fake daughter.
Jealousy makes me look like shit.
He smiled and said that I had no conscience and that my mother was good to him for me.
I thought about it, and I think it makes sense.
If it hadn’t been for later, I’d have seen the message from my mother on his phone:
Almost.
All right, from now on, I’ll announce that Bokzawa is her son.
I’m so mad!
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I’ve been wondering why she was with my dad since he got married.
Even to the end, she lied to herself.
Especially when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw her sitting by my bed with a knife.
There’s a kind of person, proud and weak.
She was afraid to admit that she still loved my father and that she didn’t want to admit that she knew no one, but to blame me for all her mistakes and for all her responsibilities.
I don’t know.
Sometimes she apologizes to me when she’s normal and says that she doesn’t mean anything.
I don’t want to answer, I don’t want to talk to her.
Later, she became increasingly ill and was placed in a psychiatric hospital.
And my dad, the relief, even the joy.
At that moment, I felt something completely dead.
But the scariest thing is, there’s always a sticky look in school and home. On me, like a vulture smelling rotting meat, hovering around me.
Even, there’s some reporters filming me.
Wherever I go, I can hear the little talk and sympathy, or rejection, or gossip.
Those pains go round and round in my ear.
One day, all the emotions suddenly disappeared.
Happy, sad, I can’t feel it, I don’t want to eat, I look out the window in the middle of the night, I think it’s nice, I want to go down there.
In less than 10 days, I lost a dozen pounds, and in the end, I couldn’t stand up, so my dad came back from his other home and took me to the hospital.
Looking at the hospital’s psychiatric diagnosis, he didn’t understand it and felt too vulnerable.
Then I turned my back on him and I put a nurse to take care of me.
It’s called “fear of irritation”.
So, my home was gone, totally in the hospital.
Look at the mirror as thin as a skull.
People are so strong that they can live.
A month after I was hospitalized, I was already weak enough to stand up and sit in a wheelchair.
Honestly, it was fun.
That means I think I’m gonna get out.
But at some point, I had a loud voice around me.
After a few days, I finally found out that it was a girl who was talking to me.
I don’t care about her. I’m upset.
She didn’t look at me at all. She kept squeezing in my ear.
But when I looked at her, and she was quiet, she kept arguing in my ear, looking scared of me and wondering why she insisted.
I finally couldn’t bear it, and the nurse said, “Don’t take me out of the sun again.”
But maybe because she didn’t speak for too long, she didn’t make it clear, but instead she prolonged my sun.
The next day, I saw her sitting on the stairwell steps, holding a little cake and saying she wanted to give it to me.
The sweet breath is at the tip of my nose, and it reminds me of the way the woman cooks.
Gentle and desirable.
When she’s not crazy, she cooks for the company every day, most often for dessert.
Then I knew that all those things were in the trash.
“What the hell is this? I’m sorry.
I don’t understand it, it’s even gross, it’s disgusting.
She listened to me, and the big eyes were full of surprises, and then she ate it out loud and looked angry.
It’s round-faced, and it’s more round.
Eating cakes like fat hamsters chewing.
That’s weird.
Strangely, I’m a little hungry.
Back in the room, the hunger was still in the stomach.
We drank a few porridges of porridge, and swallowed them with difficulty.
Then ask the nurse to buy me a cake every day.
The next day, the girl was still there, and when I gave her the cake, her eyes were shining and she asked me several times if it was true.
It’s hard for me to nod my head, but she kept asking, and I almost threw it away.
She took it in a hurry and then watched the eye hospital secretly before she sat on the saloon steps and ate it.
Full of happiness.
I looked at her, and I felt so calm.
It’s only because one piece of cake makes happiness.
I don’t know.
Every day after, I brought her a piece.
To see how she eats cake, she barely fits the doctor’s words.
Half a month later, her arms were ready, she was leaving the hospital with tears and tears, and said that my cake was delicious.
They were bought.
I look, but if I see you again, I’ll do it.
Then gave her my contact.
But I didn’t get in touch with her until I got out of the hospital.
I can’t leave my cake, not me.
I laughed when I thought about it.
This is crazy.
After the hospital, I learned to be a normal person, to go to school, to take exams.
No friends, no family, no lovers.
Usually learn to make dessert at home and allocate the percentage.
I wonder if I could look so happy on this thing.
Even after college, I opened a shop outside the school.
My dad wanted me to go to his company, and I said I couldn’t help but sell his business secrets to my opponent, so he finally gave up.
I don’t care.
I didn’t know the cake shop was good, and there were a lot of happy people.
I look at people and I’m still alone.
I just didn’t think I’d meet Chen Xiaomei again, the girl who had sex with me for six months.
She doesn’t look like much, her chin is sharper, and she’s quieter.
I thought she recognized me.
Who knows, she wants to work part-time and doesn’t remember me at all.
It’s true, heartless.
I hesitated or noded.
Maybe she can tell me how to get happy again.
With the contact, I found that her personality really changed too much.
Sometimes it’s too much to be comfortable with.
But it’s good to have her at the bottom of the line, so there’s not much trouble.
I don’t know.
I couldn’t help but notice how long I was looking at her.
Sometimes, when she was told about the production process, she came close, and the scent of shampoo came to my heart.
And that’s when I realized I liked her.
Loved her serious work, liked her kind and quiet, loved her life-loving eyes.
I don’t know.
But I won’t confess, because I know I’ll just keep her.
At the same time, she’s afraid that she’ll know about me and show a negative look.
That is how I will bury all my love in my heart and hold back the desire to take her.
I don’t know.
Even when I heard her with someone else, I smiled and blessed.
Then he went home to take more pills and fell asleep.
But it wasn’t a week before she broke up.
When she went out with the boy, I hesitated and followed her up to the corner, afraid something would happen to her.
Later, the boy left.
She cried so badly that I couldn’t bear to walk to her.
He tried to hold her and comfort her, but in the end he asked, “All right? I’m sorry.
She started to cry down, and she was pressurized.
I lamented, and I didn’t know how to make her happy, and I said, “I made something new. Do you want to try it? I’m sorry.
“What’s this weird match?” I’m sorry.
She squirts, wipes her face, looks up at me, lashes are fragrance, pitiful and cute, and I accidentally laugh.
“Leave it to you, shea and pomegranate. I’m sorry.
She looks a little speechless.
But I don’t know how to talk, so I don’t talk.
Good thing she looked better when she ate the cake.
I didn’t even smile myself.
I didn’t find myself in a good mood until I washed the dishes.
Even happy … she broke up.
And at that moment, I began to hope in my heart, unwittingly saying, “There’s a game next weekend. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
She had an accident.
I regret it a little, but I can’t take it back now.
When she said yes, she was in a hurry to send a message to the invitee saying she was going.
I just didn’t think that her ex-boyfriend was still bothering her.
I’m a little angry. Go up there and hold her hand and say I’m her boyfriend.
Well, she’s just staring at me, and there’s no rebuttal.
I took her away.
Her hands are warm and soft.
I don’t know.
Back at the store, I put her photo on the public sign and edited the file.
When I clicked, I turned off my computer and I realized I had a smile in my eyes.
Gentle and expected.
At this moment, I feel as if I have been poured into the cold, and I am reminded of my situation.
What am I doing?
It should be. Keep your distance.
I’m tired of covering my face.
But I didn’t think like someone would be so uncontrollable.
On the Ferris wheel, watching her look sad, I almost lost control.
That moment, breathable.
I know I shouldn’t, but I still want to be closer to her.
Good at last, it’s under control.
Go back to the hotel, lie on the bed, and I think, if you can’t be a lover, you can be a friend and protect her.
But in fact, it’s just a reason for yourself to stay with her.
When he returned to school, Chen Xiaomei resigned to part-time employment.
She said she wanted to study and go to her favorite city.
I’d love to see her every day, but I’m glad she found her target.
So make her some dessert she likes and ask her roommate to bring her back.
That’s when I realized how my mom felt.
So, so.
I laughed at myself.
She’s crazy.
Loved, treated as garbage, but deceiving himself for more than a decade.
If it were me, it would be crazy.
But unfortunately, what I fear most has happened.
She heard those rumors.
I can explain, but how?
Even if it wasn’t me, I’d figure out how bad my family is.
Too tired.
It’s really a nice, gentle girl, and the first reaction is not to be shy, but to be worried.
But I can’t face her anymore.
Once again, the pain was like water pouring all over my nose, so I couldn’t breathe.
Forget it.
Forget it, man. There’s no point in living.
At this moment, the logic of bitterness has collapsed.
I went to my house, but she called me in.
Turning back confusedly and listening to her say she’s going to live at my house?
Besides, I never thought of it.
She remembers me and still wants to jump at me like a light in the dark.
That night, I saw her sleep in a state of great discomfort, and I had a long time of confusion and closed the window.
Even if it’s over, it can’t be in front of her.
I don’t want her having nightmares.
The next day, I was in the store for a long time, empty.
The news must have spread.
I’m not surprised to be sitting by the window reading.
But it’s obvious that I didn’t think it would turn out like this, and she did it to me.
That’s really, really cute.
She was a victim of this.
While I was about to reassure her, I heard her confess to me.
In that moment, I wondered if I was hallucinating.
I turned her down when I looked at her seriously, and I opened my mouth, and I tried my best.
But she said, “I won’t do it.”
I don’t know.
It’s as if it’s squirting in my dry heart.
I closed my eyes and decided to take her to that woman.
My mom.
Yeah, it makes me hate and love nightmares.
In the hospital, I looked at the woman who was screaming to kill me and told her as calmly as possible to avoid showing her vulnerability.
That’s embarrassing.
If she chooses to let go, I have no complaints.
But not only did she see through my test, but she still did.
Finally, I’m losing. Hold her back.
If this is a dream, then let me continue to drown.
When she got back to school, she lived with me.
Every day, in addition to learning, I was dragged to exercise, and I was always watching my medications and actively accompanying me to the hospital.
Like a gyro that keeps turning.
I hurt her and told her not to run like that, but she said she wanted to do something for me.
She’s done enough.
But those rumors are still going on.
The day after the final exam, I went to pick her up and suddenly heard two girls talking.
Said she was with a psycho for money.
I see one of the girls who asked me to teach her how to make cake.
I frown.
This girl, she seems to be the one who wants to read about her ex-boyfriend.
Good pick.
But pay the price.
I don’t know.
At the end of the period, I looked at her and asked her what happened.
She got confused, didn’t ask me.
It doesn’t look like much.
I snuck out and I texted my lawyer.
Then turn off the screen.
For the past three years, let Lin reflect in prison.
Networks are not extrajudicial.
After graduate school, we got married.
It’s really weird that I didn’t feel anything before.
But when I met her, I was happy to see how strict she and my boss were.
I don’t know.
Three years later, she had a daughter, wrinkled and ugly.
Look at that little guy. I don’t know why I’m crying.
Like an oasis traveler who walked long and exhausted in the desert.
Think back to the old days, like a world apart.
“Thank you for giving me a new home.” I’m sorry.
She looked at the doctors and nurses around her, a little red.
I wiped my tears, laughed, put the baby in front of her, and she had a moving light in her eyes.
After taking her home, I went to a mental hospital alone.
My mom had a lot of white hair, saw me, and still yelled.
“I’m married and I have a daughter.” I’m sorry.
She stopped.
I walked one step closer, and I woke up with acid: “Mom, it’s time to face it, treat it, it’ll be fine. I’m sorry.
She looked at me, and she finally saw a little bit of clarity.
She smiled and cried, and she was still screaming to kill me.
The nurse pulled her back and put a sedative.
But she’s awake.
I closed my eyes and walked out of the hospital.
I went home and I saw my daughter’s thoughts and I grabbed her.
She swooped and whispered to me what happened.
I’m just holding harder.
“Nothing, just, I’m glad I met you. I’m sorry.
She laughed, pulled me around and made fun of her daughter.
I look at her, I look at my daughter, I feel warm.
The pain of the past still exists, but with them, I think I have enough strength to face everything.
(concluded)
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
