After I finished my last set of chips, I decided to get a big ticket.
I’m following the leftovers from the concubine fridge.
Three days ago, my district was blocked because of the epidemic, and I haven’t had food for three days.
That bag of chips was my last ration, and my uncharted roommate hoarded a lot of vegetables in the fridge.
I just heard a call from him saying that the sauce in the fridge is gonna go bad and it’s gonna fall down tomorrow.
“Here’s the bucket.” I wanted to say that to myself.
Tonight is my last chance.
I slowly touched the kitchen while the lights were burning, and the faint light on the mobile screen opened the darkness.
I reached out and slowly touched the leftovers and carefully pulled them away.
It’s the smell of food, just when I’m ecstatic.
“Pop.”
And My sin was in a flash of incendiary light, and there was no hiding.
I looked back stiff and saw a young man standing behind me with his face on guard.
He was long in his high legs, had a skin that was too white and looked at me with the eyes of a peach with a knife in his hand.
I’m so stupid. If I had known there was a good-looking guy who could cook at the door, I’d have put on a nice make-up, wear my tuxedo dress and hate highs… to steal.
Instead of wearing SpongeBob’s pajamas with irreconcilable faces.
And the moment when I saw him, he hid his sword behind his back.
“What are you doing here? He asked me, “You hungry? I’m sorry.
I have an awkward smile, and I’m trying to show my usual face:
“I’m here to see if your food is fresh. I’m sorry.
“Do you feel fresh? I’m sorry.
“No, no. * I’m ashamed to push the leftovers back. *
He looked at me with a smile in his eyes, and that looked like the love of seeing a stray cat and a stray dog, and I thought I was starving, and there was a light on his back:
You want some?
“Do you want money?”
Money doesn’t eat.
I saw his mouth twitched:
“Don’t worry, no money. I’m sorry.
When I came to the table, my tears came so close, and my long hair started to burst.
“I didn’t get much food, so I made it very light, so don’t forget.” I’m sorry.
What he said, it’s flooded in my “sniffing.”
As I was about to turn my head and drink the soup, my phone suddenly rings.
I looked in the eye.
“Chang Huayang”
Ex-boyfriend.
I hesitated for a while. I’m still connected.
I’m holding the phone and I’m raising my head up and I’m starting to look at the boys.
“Ah, Shen Yu, I read the announcement today. I’m sorry.
The young man felt a little Caucasian. His eyebrow was sharp, his eyebrow was thick, his eyebrow was raised with a deep eyebrow, even covering half the pupils.
It seems to be called a pupil’s face, a bit of a dragon and a little wide.
“I know your personality, you’re not gonna take care of yourself, so I’ll take an extra dish and send it to you. I’m sorry.
Skin is white, clean, nose is tall, lips are plentiful, and a little virile.
“Give me another chance, it was my fault the last time…”
Eyes long, eyes strong, eyelids long tremors…
Grass, look at it.
I saw his ears red.
I was a little freaked out, and finally the last words of the money Zhuayang fell in my ear.
“You’ve been wrong about the last time, but we’ve been together for so many years, we can’t just let it go, and I’ve been down for you, and I’ve taken your food, so give you a chance. I’m sorry.
I remember the last rain, when he left me alone in the night, and I felt nothing but pain.
“You don’t have a chance anymore. I’m sorry.
“Sorry, I forgot to tell you I already have a boyfriend. You’ll grab the food! He’ll get the food!”
“Don’t believe me?” I just handed my phone to the boy in front of me, “Let my boyfriend talk to you.” I’m sorry.
Then I put my hands together and looked at the teenager and whispered:
Please!
Young man, face up, face up:
“Yes, I’m her boyfriend, and I’m good at cooking, and I don’t need your help. I’m sorry.
“You hear me? Good technology! And no money!”
I hung up on the phone with a wish to sacrifice ten ex-boyfriends in exchange for the end of the epidemic.
The red in his ears has spread to his cheeks, and it’s probably the rainbow’s fart that’s blowing so hard that he’s shy.
I picked up my cell phone and shot him in the shoulder:
“I’m serious, you’re good! Really!”
I don’t know if it’s my fault his hands were shaking slightly.
The ears seem reder?
Song has just taken a bath, wearing a white T-shirt, cartoon pants and cartoon slippers, obstinately dragging the ground.
I’m so happy to have a clean housemate.
I gave him three times.
Sonya, I’m scared.
“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
“Be nice to me for no reason, so I think you’ll try something, like moan me…”
I’ve known him for a few days, and I’ve been making a lot of jokes.
Song is also a college student, and social relations are simple and simple compared to the old dog and animal of my mixed society for years.
He broke me up without mercy and moved on:
“No need. I’m sorry.
“You tell me, or I’m sorry.
The phone came to him and he grabbed my hand.
“Sister…” He came up with a handsome face magnified.
I’m used to the fragrance of the office, young T-shirts that make my heart’s alarm.
His hair was still dry, and a little water was dripping on my neck, and his skin was white, so after the bath, his eyes were red, and his eyes were covered with mist, as if I had just been destroyed, in the same way that I had been hiding in a book I had seen yesterday.
And he drew near, and though he carried a mop, the luminous finger struck my heart.
My breath was flat, his body was hot on my face, his nose sprayed over my head.
Don’t say literature is a reality!
The sister of the cohabiting diary holds me tight!
You’re so sweet.
But in the next second.
He wrinkled his head, and he turned away from his face: “You haven’t washed your hair for days, and your hair is broken.” I’m sorry.
Huh? Not like that?
“…I wanted to talk to you at dinner. I’m sorry.
I was so busy smelling my hair, it was so acidic…
I immediately turned on my slipper and ran in the toilet.
Then his voice came back behind me:
“and you’ve been in the laundry for a week… and also wash! I’m sorry.
Don’t scream so loud! I don’t want face!
The video conference ended this afternoon, and I assigned my staff a job.
There is also a formalist daily meeting.
“To meet, to meet, to meet, to meet. I’m sorry.
I looked at my shirt and my closet full of clothes.
“Ah… no clothes. I’m sorry.
I’ve been missing new clothes for a long time, and I can’t even get a delivery.
That’s when Song knocked:
Sister, it’s dinner time!
I got up and opened the door.
He couldn’t bear to laugh.
“That, sister… you’re so dressed. I’m sorry.
I bowed my head, top half of metropolis was a smart and able female professional shirt, bottom half of me was a sponge baby’s sleeping pants.
Weed! I forgot to change!
I’m embarrassed to laugh:
“…this is my last respect for this job. I’m sorry.
I looked down at tonight’s food and had silver ear soup, and I just said it yesterday, and I didn’t think…
I look up and look at Song.
I suspect Song is in love with me and found proof.
This silver ear soup is proof!
“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
“You’re too kind, brother. Yesterday I was just talking. Make me silver ear soup today! I’m close again, and I’m madly saying, “You’re so good, your sister wants to marry you.” I’m sorry.
Tell me you like me!
Let’s get to some literature.
“I didn’t get anything today except silver ears. “He looked the same and didn’t care what I said, “and I got up late today, nothing else, and I left my silver ear, so…”
I don’t know.
I’ve decided to consider whether to marry him.
When I had finished my meal, I went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, and the evening wind lifted up my hair, and the fire shimmered in the night.
At this point, I heard footsteps coming from behind.
“Back,” the light pierced the floating dust, and my vision was clear.
He goes ahead:
“Sister, it’s bad for eyes in the dark. He looked at the cigarettes on my hands and he hesitated, “Smoking is bad, smoking is bad for health.” I’m sorry.
And suddenly I was agitated, and beholded him: Thou art as my mother when thou art of wisdom. I’m sorry.
And he laughed: “Oh, the truth.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, I hooked him up and he fell down.
His ears were white with warm yellow lights, and I watched his pretty eyes come close and his long eyelashes shivered slightly.
The stars in the night sky were as if they were in his eyes in an instant…
Then I blew a cigarette out.
He’s lying by the fence, coughing up.
I laughed at one of my pranks:
“You’re so good. Do what you want. I’m sorry.
His face was red and he coughed half a day.
He hesitated for a moment to ask:
Sister, aren’t you upset? I’m sorry.
I’m serious.
“You can talk to me. I’m sorry.
So I flipped out of my shopping car in his serious face:
“Look at this pyjamas. I can feel his softness. I’m sorry.
“and this real ribbon dress, and I really want to see it on me. I’m sorry.
“But I can’t buy anything…”
Sonya?
That’s it?
I looked at the shadow of his departure and laughed for a few minutes, and the little brother was so cute, like a little sheep, soft and good, so bullying.
If I’d known it was so cute, I’d have taken the initiative.
It is not that I do not want to be proactive, but that I and his life are completely different.
Song also usually lives here on Saturdays and Sundays, while he’s busy working day like a dog.
We have absolutely no intersection.
Unfortunately, the epidemic is over, and I’m afraid my brother and I are going to go back to our old patterns.
At night, I was at work at 12 o’clock, stretching out a laziness for a break.
That’s when the door was knocked.
I look like I’m still in a blank, and I put on a jacket, and I’m going to open the door.
Open the door, there’s no one?
I looked down and there was an envelope on the floor.
I hesitated, picked it up, opened it.
For a while, I just felt the blood boiling.
It’s got three sketches in it. It’s all me.
An eye-stalked gill mole.
The first one is the glory of me in that big-eared pyjamas, beating the king on the sofa; the second one is the hammock dress, smoking on the balcony, which looks lazy and empty; and the third one is the back of my suit, my stockings, my heels, the sun on my body, which looks confident and bright.
These clothes I showed Shen Yu today.
Except for the back of this shirt uniform.
…how does he know I’m in uniform?
Under the lamp, my hand gently squirts the signature on the water powder paper.
“Y”
It’s like a thieving kider challenge book.
The light was warm in the room, and the look of the hammock looked like it was eccentric.
I want him to give this painting the soul.
A painting and a novel hide the author’s feelings.
Maybe I’m not as pure and harmless as I’m seeing my co-leased sheep brother.
The next morning, I woke up and saw my brother eating with a tablet next to it.
He was wearing headphones in his ear, and he saw me coming, and he poked off the screen, and he looked up and said,
“The breakfast is warmed in the electric table. I’m sorry.
“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
“It’s starting. I’m on the Internet. He’s serious.
I know he’s a college student, but for the first time he feels real, because he’s usually too good, more like a wife than a college student.
And I think of the way I do things to him, and suddenly there’s a sense of guilt in killing the country’s flowers.
I got porridge next to him, and I turned the sound of fun to the smallest, to eat the porridge, and to do it on one hand.
My fingertips move up and down, but the sight goes over the screen.
Through the window of glass, the sun slides over the marble table, placing a light white light on the front of the young.
He’s clean. He’s not like the middle-aged men with their mouths full of shit around me.
But yesterday’s painting…
In sight, he wrote a finger.
Four-eye relative.
“What’s wrong? He has a slightly confused tone.
I hesitated: “The porridge is too salty…”
“Boil yourself next time. I’m sorry.
“Dad, I was wrong. I’m sorry.
He looked me in the eye.
I want to cry, too much like my mother, even if I can’t be questioned about cooking.
“No, it’s not your porridge. It’s your porridge. It’s your porridge. I’m sorry.
How can a man not bow under the roof?
And that was when his hand reached me, “Come on. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“Close you. I’m sorry.
“Please!” I’m sorry.
And for the next ten minutes, I watched him take notes with one hand, and one hand had fun and fun.
Even at the moment of customs clearance, even the teacher’s question…
I think I’ve killed Song Yao, the white flower, and my conscience is condemned.
But my houseman, after three years of writing “The Scroll of Scrolls”, felt that the noble bird was right and that the flowers had to be cut.
So I took a couple of beers and knocked on my brother’s door.
He had just showered, looked down at me, and he was wearing hot air, and the smell of lemon smelled into my senses.
I was thinking maybe tonight was not a wise decision.
But I fell back on his pyjamas with a big star…
Bad, smart.
“Do you want to spend the night with your sister?”
I don’t want to paste.
“Pop…”
It’s not a warm chest, it’s a cold wooden door.
What a man!
It was with my good words that I finally invited this great-grandfather to join me in drinking and shaking the dice.
“Today I’ll show you the beauty of my club queen! I’m sorry.
I stepped on the bench in cotton slippers, with my fingers on the dice and my eyes firm: “Three fives, pick.” I’m sorry.
Three sixes.
“Four five!”
“six six.”
Open! I’m sorry.
I’m happy.
So he threw the glass to me, without a doubt: “Drink it.” I’m sorry.
And I waved, “Hey, brother, this is the one you don’t understand, but the loser is the one who drinks.” I’m sorry.
I’m proud to hang on to his shoulder again, so close:
“But for the first time, I’ll have a drink. I’m sorry.
And then he saw his dice slowly.
“5 6”
Panther?
I don’t know.
I feel the sign of my little queen at the club.
He leaned over his body, and he squeezed out the space between us, and he laughed:
“Sister, you lost. I’m sorry.
We’re all in the same breath.
I’m gonna drink that drink and push it away.
“If you lose, you lose!” I’m sorry.
If you lose, you lose. Why are you so close? I didn’t know I looked good! It’s easy to commit crimes!
I swung the dice and swiped him at random, and looked at his face in a colorful atmosphere, and his curls put a braid around him, and he showed a bright forehead.
He’s got one hand on the carpet and he’s smiling at me.
Where is the half-square, innocent sheep?
As soon as I was distracted, he put another glass of wine in front of me:
“Drink it. I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
“You dropped the dice. I’m sorry.
Following his gaze, he saw a dice lying silently on a fur carpet.
“Drink it. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
I’m done! Refund!
Even if the wolf were a wolf, it would be wearing sheep’s skin during the day.
When I woke up again, I saw him turning his back on me, seriously and seriously.
I looked at the surroundings, empty beer bottles scattered over the ground, and the airlight was ripped off by me, in the beers I spilled.
And the pillow that Song had been cleaning over and over and over and over and over and over and with the light of the atmosphere, I’d like to say:
It’s a great fortune to die without electricity.
I saw Song’s face again.
Although he was sitting on the right side, his waist was straight, and even he was taking notes from his cell phone.
But as can be seen from his stubborn cockpit, he just woke up.
Last night the two of us went straight to 4 o’clock and ended up sleeping in the living room together…
I feel like my stomach is burning, and I slowly reach out and slap it on his shoulder:
“You’re heartless, you listen to me, my stomach hurts… you can’t sleep, you can’t take responsibility.”
And the next second, I heard a sudden burst of boo-hoo-hoo! I’m sorry.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
I watched that cockpit roll around with two big black eyes on me.
Is there a possibility…
“You, you don’t wear headphones?”
“Buck in his face, the tablet was stomped on the tea tablet.”
In that moment, I felt a millimeter to death.
I suck my nose, I put my hands between my sleeves, and it looks like an extreme downfall.
The porcelain bowl was on the marble table, and it sounded.
I watched the man throw a bowl of porridge and walk away.
Oh, no, it’s ruthless to go to online class.
I drink porridge with care, a bowl of tummy, the burning of my stomach fades away, and I get softer, lazyly on the table, sighing, and looking through my brother’s black eyes.
If Song was a few years old.
I’ve lived this long, too, and it’s too embarrassing if I can’t even face my heart.
Indeed, it is a pity that a man who does not give up on me under any circumstances has a fatal appeal to me.
This man is too small.
I’m 28, Song is 20.
In novels, television plays are always beautiful, but as soon as they come to reality, it is simply an insurmountable gap.
Or rather, a gap I cannot bridge.
At 12 p.m., I leaned on the kitchen and watched Song’s busy back.
“Brother, has this morning been resolved? Can I help you? I’m sorry.
His hands were stiff, turned around and smiled politely at me.
I’ll get my fucking legs over there.
“I thought about it, and I’m your sister…”
Song’s face became ugly in a moment.
I was quick to say:
“Then say I’m your best female friend at your house…”
And so Song turned his head and looked at me: “Son, I am of age.” I’m sorry.
“Aah…”
His body leaned slightly towards me, and the shadows of the 186s cast over me.
In the narrow kitchen, I put cold tiles on my back.
“I mean, my age has nothing to do with spending the night with my girlfriend. I’m sorry.
“So don’t worry, our teacher just taught me to be nice to my girlfriend. I’m sorry.
“Don’t let your girlfriend suffer from tummy pain. I’m sorry.
A minute later, I ran out of the kitchen with a red face:
“What a mess! We’ll spend the night together! I’m sorry.
If my mouth doesn’t rise crazy.
There’s still a few more to be trusted.
Night.
When I finished smoking and was ready to go back to my bedroom, I saw what Song was doing in the living room with his projector.
“What are you doing? I’ll walk over.
“Go to the movies. I’m sorry.
He looked up at me, and he just took a shower, and he had fog in his eyes, and the loose, white T-type showed a lot of light, and it was so moving, and…
“Shall we watch it together?” And he bowed down and said, “It’s quiet.”
“Invite me not at all” I deliberately put my hands on my chest, and said, “Ah, sister, I’m not idle, I’m working, I’m not playing with you. I’m sorry.
He noded his head and whispered, “Yeah, you don’t understand it. I’m sorry.
Grass!
“Insulting who!” Don’t look down on people! I kicked him on his knees with my bare feet and added, “I took a bath.” I’m sorry.
His body swayed, his head was nodding in a careless location, and the projector was lit, and a column of white light was projected on the wall.
Seeing him so slow, I’m even less angry.
One ass sits next to him.
He said, “Not to work. I’m sorry.
“I’ve been despised by my brother, and my sister can’t show herself…” I’m stuck in the shell, “Arts, Literature.” I’m sorry.
“Give me 500 words and a feeling.” I’m sorry.
“You! I’m sorry.
“How else would I know you couldn’t read it? I’m sorry.
“Good. “Today my sister will let you speak for my culture.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
And for the next half hour, I said I was sorry, very sorry…
Man, sometimes you can’t be too ambitious.
I looked at the eyepiece, The Image of Burning Women, and although I had to admit that the picture was beautiful and each frame was like a painting, there was no story, and the person in it said nothing.
Work! I miss you! I didn’t know how to treasure it. I’m sorry I lost it!
And I looked over my head and looked around Songya.
He’s got a good look at it, and it’s on his side.
I think he looks better than the picture in the movie.
“You know why the lady in this story fell in love with the artistess? He suddenly spoke.
“Aah?”
“Because the artistes were ordered by her mother to secretly present a picture of the young lady, the artistes always looked at the young lady, who mistook her for love. I’m sorry.
My face is red, the film doesn’t have any chorus, and I’m only able to breathe.
In the movies, the lady looks at the painter.
“Look.”
“Look. I’m sorry.
And he went over his head and looked at me, and his chest fell like a tide.
If you look at me,
“If you look at me,
I was like a reef on the coast, covered once by his tide, faded away, seduced and placed in place.
“who do i look at”
Who am I looking at?
His eye was so emotional, so close, his breath stuck to my breath.
I was just trying to raise my hand to defend myself, and he looked at me smiling and sat straight.
“So, do you understand? I’m sorry.
I don’t understand.
“Well, there’s nothing to understand. I waved as if I was going to spread out all the obscurity that we had just had, “It’s you, don’t bother me to watch the movie.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me and noded his head.
I look at the screen in my heart, and I look at it, and my eyelids get heavier…
Waiting for me to wake up again is the one who shoots me in my head.
“Sister, the movie is over. I’m sorry.
I looked up in my head and looked at the handsome face that was magnified several times.
And then he got up without mercy, and I lost my trust, and he almost threw a dog into shit…
Shit, can you be a gentleman?
“Pow!
The light in the living room was on, and I looked at him in the light and said, “The feeling of 500 words, tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
At night, I set up a station, searched the film and vowed to defend my last dignity.
After reading it, I feel a bit bored, and I was telling a story like this.
In the end, the two girls did not have the means to resist the shackles imposed on them by the old society, but they loved each other enthusiastically for a few days.
And I’m sorry to say that it’s true that art is the threshold, and there’s no way I can’t appreciate it.
When the pen starts to write the posterior feeling.
I flip out those three paintings again.
The last words of the posterior feeling.
“The fire burned my dress, and I looked at you through the bonfire, and the crowd came towards me, and I was thrown down, and I was still looking at you. I’m sorry.
“But by the way, do you really learn to paint because you’re in love with someone? I’m sorry.
We folded the letterpapers and gently placed them on those three drawings.
Love, art and poetry are beautiful and brief utopia.
But we have to return to reality, where we can’t wash our clothes, we don’t want to wash our heads, we can’t do our jobs, we can’t finish our classes, and we can’t cross the age divide…
It took me two hours to watch the movie, to work at 2:30, to get down on the table and get angry.
And when he gave him the sight of his eyes, he took a glance and put it next to him: “Then I will give you a score.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and laughed, “Yes, yes. I’m sorry.
I’m polite, I laugh, you’re hot, you’re right.
After dinner, as usual, he finishes his class and I go to work.
After a while, I heard a knock.
I looked at my own desk, and there were three paintings on it, and I quickly collected them, and I ran to the door.
He handed me a piece of paper.
“There will be no need to delay your work and stay up all night for the sake of others. He gave me another cup of tea, “The Gods.” I’m sorry.
I squeezed my senses, bit my teeth, “I know you’re still pushing me!” I’m sorry.
And he said, “It will be better for you to lift up your tea, and coffee and smoke will be bad for your body.” I’m sorry.
I stretched out my hands and pushed him out: “I know, I know, Mom Song, it’s a lot.” I’m sorry.
“You’re wasting my work right now. I’m sorry.
But his eyes crossed me and saw behind me…
I don’t think I’m throwing my underwear out.
And I followed his gaze, and I saw the paintings, which had been stuck by me, and showed a corner in my drawer.
“Why?” You’re too young to learn. Don’t be polite. I’m sorry.
Then he heard him: “I gave you the measure, and where is my rating?” I’m sorry.
“What rating?”
“The painting. I’m sorry.
He looked down at me, and that was the first time I ever saw that one in my smiling eyes.
Danger…
I’ve been beating my pig’s colleagues in the middle of the world for years, throwing my rules at my superiors, but I’m in the middle of nowhere.
Can anyone tell me how to deal with a sheep whose genes mutate?
That’s when my phone went off.
Oh, my God! Thank you!
“I’m going to have a video conference.” I’m sorry.
“Go! Go! Go! I’m sorry.
It’s a relief to close the door after “boom.”
I sat in front of my dresser.
It’s been a real failure for 28 years.
And then I watched the look and the feeling that I was wrinkled because I was nervous.
“But by the way, do you really learn to paint because you’re in love with someone? I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
But fortunately, after that, he was the good sheep brother.
I’m still the one who sneered at him.
The two of us, in an equal and harmonious relationship where he washes and cooks, brings tea and water, drags out the garbage and eats with me, stretches our hands.
Until our neighborhood was unlocked.
Just that day, it’s Saturday.
I said, “Go on, I’ve been a nanny so long, I’ll buy you a nice meal.” I’m sorry.
He said, “How much is it? I’m sorry.
I said, “Well, that’s not true either. I’m sorry.
So the two of us went out with an alcoholic spray and a mask.
Walking on the road, I saw a lot of little girls looking at him.
I looked at him with those little girls.
He was wearing a white T-shirt, black pants and shoes, clean and clean.
And a face like that.
A plague.
“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
I’m speechless, the world is watching you so many people, why do you always grab me?
At the moment I thought of the reason, my elbow was pulled by a powerful force.
I didn’t react, and Song kept me in his arms…
“You…” I’m stunned, and I look at the angry man, “Chian Huayang?” I’m sorry.
“You remember me. “I thought you’d forgotten me with a little boyfriend.” I’m sorry.
In fact, I was only a month apart from him, but now when I see him, I feel like a world apart.
I couldn’t help but regret that I was blind, that he wasn’t tall, that he wasn’t very popular, that he was talking to me for three years, that I was green, that I was too attached to work, that I didn’t have time for him, that he was paid more than he was, that he was under pressure, and that I liked bubbles and dirty.
…and left me alone in the rain.
I’m trapped in the PUA, I don’t know, and I get drunk late at night and weep for love.
Shit!
How can a man like that even appear in front of me?
Song also extended his hand and threw his hand out of my arm, and I reacted immediately and secured Song’s back.
“I’ll take care of it myself.” I’m sorry.
“See, it’s between me and Shen Yu, and you don’t talk to anyone else! I just saw Chan Huayang laughing at Song, “You little bitch, how far away you go.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and I laughed, “Sorry, sir, you’re mistaken. I’m sorry.
“I won’t let him do it, because I’m afraid I’m gonna get dirty with his hands, a pony like you. I’m sorry.
And when I had said it, I took out the tissue with mercy, and took Song’s hand and wiped it out, and said, “Beware, my dear darling, do you not?” I’m sorry.
“Fuck! Who the hell are you talking about? “How dirty do you still have to tell me? You’re in a nightclub every day, and you don’t know how many men sleep…”
He hasn’t spoken yet, and I’ve seen myself with nothing.
I heard only bang.
The sound of fists hitting flesh.
My eyes were wide open, and I turned back, and Song was not as gentle as usual.
His eyes were red, he threw a punch at the ground, then he jumped over and raised his fist again.
Song is more than a dozen centimetres taller than Chan Huayang.
Qianhuayang shouted, but there was no room for resistance.
Looks like a lot.
There are more and more people watching because of quarrels.
I jumped over and held Song’s arm:
“Stop it. Stop it. I’m sorry.
“For him, it’s not worth it.”
Quinhuayang had left with the dust on his body, and before leaving he had said that he would soon get his revenge back.
I laughed, but a weak rat blew a cow to keep his last face.
And We looked at Song, who was with his eyes, and was covered with dust, and said: Change your clothes and go again. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and whispered, “Don’t worry about that scum.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Oh, my God! Sister, I haven’t seen anything. I’m sorry.
“Go, change, eat. I’m sorry.
After dinner.
I came home and remembered the daytime scene.
I sat in front of the drawer and I had the three paintings in my hand.
And the “yes” after the look.
Soya, he likes me too.
If I do not want to admit it now, it is true that I am a little too selfish to take advantage of his well-being in the face of my own ignorance.
And that’s when I heard the bedroom door banging.
I walked to the door, I hesitated, I didn’t open the door.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Hold on, indigestion. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“The stomach digester is in the kitchen cabinet, don’t you know? I’m sorry.
“I can’t find it. I’m sorry.
I held the doorknob as if I could feel his heartbeat.
A lame excuse.
“Well… hold on, sister is too sleepy to sleep. I’m sorry.
“You’re a run-down scum. I’m sorry.
His tone seems to be a little twitchy, and I heard the noise of friction over there, thinking that this afternoon he went to his house to get a delivery mysteriously.
I think if I open this door today, maybe we won’t even be a roommate.
In order to avoid an awkward conclusion, it would be better never to say anything.
Soon he’ll find out that he likes me only because of the illusion of a month of intimacy.
Plus, there’s so many girls in college who look better than me. He doesn’t need more time to forget about me.
“I’m so sleepy, I’ve passed out. I have work to do tomorrow.” And I’m doing it on purpose, and I’m giving you a debt.
I breathed softly, and it took me a while to hear his voice.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“Good night. I’m sorry.
This one of the world’s most indiscreet… is work.
Soong and I went back to a state where we could not see for 10 and a half days.
Last time he met, on Saturday, he made me a table in a working dress with paint ideas.
He combed an apple head and looked kind of cute.
I couldn’t bear to go and rip his dick off.
He took a slight step back and fled.
I look at empty hands and I freeze.
I fell down and laughed, “Let my sister touch it without losing it.”
He said, “Touch thirty-five. I’m sorry.
“Ooh! “I’d rather buy an apple to touch it.” I’m sorry.
After that I started eating with my head down.
And We looked at him with care, and he sat at the table, as usual, and ate in peace.
I feel strange.
I wanted to be a housemate in peace, but why…
He seemed to have noticed my sight, but this time he didn’t look up to me.
It’s a little pause and head down to eat.
I always thought I’d say something, but I didn’t know what to say.
Forget it.
We are just roommates, and we really have nothing to say except to eat together and share the cost of water and electricity.
I looked around my colleagues who left, and I left the company.
It’s Friday and Song will be back tonight.
It’s an awkward situation.
I’m not allowed to gather while the epidemic is under control, and naturally I can’t escape with bubbles.
So I didn’t hitch a train at the subway station outside the company, but I walked a little further alone.
I want to think about it.
Ten minutes away, and suddenly thunders!
I shivered slightly, my head was blank, and my sweat stood up. I was not afraid until I was young, but only thunder.
The kind of fear that thunder struck me was as if the cloudy sky had been filled with a deep abyss of choice, and I was about to be sucked into it with a glance at it, and a loud sound had struck my hair.
A lightning flash came down, and the rain fell down, and it was clear for miles, and now it’s cloudy.
The surroundings came from me with screams, and the splashed water dipped in my skirt.
Waiting for the thunder to come, I’m just freaking out to call a car.
I’m going to hide, and I’m going to press the trigger…
But a few times, it’s still black.
Turn it off.
I looked around and the subway station was far away and had to go to a nearby convenience store to hide from the rain.
A thunderstorm struck again.
And I’m strangling, and I’m holding my ears hard and I’m running forward…
I remember there was a convenience store.
Finally, the automatic door opens.
Welcome.
I was relieved, but all of a sudden I realized that my phone had no power and that it couldn’t even be charged…
I had to sit on the seat with a thick face.
I just hope I’ll go back to the company and charge it.
It’s hard, but fortunately, it’s not thunder anymore.
I had to lie on the table of marble and watch the rain out the window.
I tried to ignore the look of the shopkeeper.
And that’s when a girl in a white dress walked in behind her and followed a tall boy, who looked like her boyfriend.
The girl complained, “Oh, it’s raining and my white dress is dirty.” I’m sorry.
The boy took a meal and laughed, “Well, I told you the weather forecast says it’s raining today, and you’re not coming out. I’m sorry.
“I thought the weather was bad! I’m sorry.
The boy laughed more and finally reached out and rubbed his hand on her head.
I don’t know if it’s my fault, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen a boy with long legs.
Yesterday I met a boy on the subway who felt like this one, who laughed with his girlfriend, and I turned around.
It’s not like this fool running in the rain…
Wait a minute, this one’s too similar.
Just look at that little ink that’s been blurry, slowly zooming in, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at.
The shadow came closer and ran from the rain.
He’s getting clearer.
Songya…
He breathed through that glass and saw the moment I saw him relax.
He pulled his finger on me, and I ran out, and I didn’t know if he had an umbrella, but the second he came at me, it almost made me think.
The moment I ran out, I fell into a wet hug and was pushed away by a single.
“I’m all wet. I’m sorry.
His voice is drowning in the rain.
And I raised my head, and he was damp, but he stood before me with his umbrella, and said, “Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
I took him back to the company because he was so wet I wanted to borrow the clothes of my colleague.
He looked at me and said: ‘I do not want anyone else’ I’m sorry.
His eyes were red, and his eye was covered with water, and his eyes were wet.
You’re talking like a little bitch.
“Big brother, my colleagues don’t give a shit about you, and you give a shit about my colleagues. I’m sorry.
“Your colleague’s? He asked.
“Or what? I burned my ex’s ass to death! I’m sorry.
He just took it and walked into the dressing room.
I was relieved to turn on the phone I just charged.
Fifteen are not answering.
All of them Songya.
Twenty-one.
“Where are you?”
“It’s thundering right now. I’m sorry.
“Not home yet. I’m sorry.
Where?
I don’t know.
Twenty are all from Songya.
Oh, there’s another one. It’s from Chan Huayang.
“Chian Huayang: Are you afraid of thunder, should I pick you up? I’m sorry.
I took the trumpet with me.
Bad stuff.
And that’s when Song came out in that dress.
I smiled: “Small.” I’m sorry.
“It’s better than a cold.” I’m sorry.
Then he sat next to me, he hesitated for a moment, slowly moved a little to the side, and he pulled a distance from me.
“You… why are you here? I’m sorry.
He said, “I’m passing by, I just saw it. I’m sorry.
I said, “Do you know that you can’t get away with this anymore?” Are you a fake? I’m sorry.
It is now eight o’clock, and most of the office is gone, and only a few of the posts still have lights on.
Silent environment, dark lights, sound of rain pouring asphalt.
He’s gone over his head, and the fog in his eyes is still missing:
“You don’t want to know. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
After that he fell down his head and held his forehead alone.
And wait for me to speak. He said: Go, go home. I’m sorry.
I hesitated to go home with him.
We took a ride and there was no more thunder and he didn’t talk to me on the way.
At the door, I hesitated to say something to him.
But he heard him say, “I’ll make some ginger soup. I’m sorry.
I followed him into the kitchen, and I watched him wrinkle a little, and it didn’t look so good, and then I threw his head over.
I asked, “Is it uncomfortable? I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and he couldn’t see it.
I fell into my arms…
What’s wrong?
He murmured and said, “Sam Yu, I am suffering. I’m sorry.
That’s when I realized something was wrong, and I immediately reached out and touched him on the forehead.
I think it just got hot in the rain.
I was so tired, I had to drag people to the couch after all I had to do, and I quickly got a towel, and I started to put it up where he was sweating.
Open the collar, white…
Oh, no, it’s hot.
“It’s like he’s holding my arm in his arms.” I’m sorry.
I’m going to take it, “I don’t want to, but I’ll feel better later…”
He “hum” and put his hand down quietly.
And then I took out the ice from the house and put him down.
And the thermometer.
Open the search engine and find out how this thing works.
Ten minutes later, I woke up to Songya, who was almost unconscious: “Does the thermometer work?” I’m sorry.
He opened his eyes blindly, reached out his hand, took the thermometer and dumped it twice, and put it under his armpit: “Five minutes later, call me.” I’m sorry.
And then I fell asleep.
I repented in my heart, and my brother, and my roommate, suffered.
I’ve got the cotton covered for him.
I couldn’t help but laugh when I put him under the covers.
Why is this man so big…
And when he was squeezing his jaw, he took two oils, tender and watery.
The face is now red and the lips of the flesh are covered with water.
I want to kiss…
I held my fist to death and stopped my dirty thoughts, but my mind was so confused that he came all the way out of a waterbath.
Ah, the old aunt’s heart is moving again.
And it’s the heart of eight sane horses.
“Boom-Boom-Boom.”
And that’s when I picked up my cell phone, hoping to distract me, and I saw the Internet cloud today’s push:
Courage.
I’m sorry.
At this point, the people in the back were gently slapping and my hands were shaking.
“Click play. I’m sorry.
“I finally made this decision, and I don’t care what people say. I’m sorry.
I pressed the pause in the middle of my day, and I hit the next one.
I couldn’t take care of it. Turn around and look at him. I’m sorry.
“Water, want hot water. His eyes are glitter, his throat is sticky, “I want to drink porridge. I’m sorry.
Waiting for me to return with hot water, he kept his chin on the covers and looked at me.
And my next random song has come to the climax.
“I’m still young, at least I’m free to say anything else.
Eternal is the goal. Love is the motto. You’re the only one in the world.
Let’s just argue, even if it’s amazing. I’m sorry.
It’s good luck. It’s either “Courage” or “I love you.”
Oh, my God. Don’t make it up to Liangshan.
That’s when he said:
“38.2 degrees, you wake me up in half an hour…”
Then he got up hard and took the water.
Seeing me all the way, I can’t help but wonder, my strong, self-sustaining Song mother.
When he has finished drinking water, he lies down, and We drag him, “Do not lie down at once, and it is easy to vomit.” I’m sorry.
When he was soft, he leaned into my arms.
My head swung on my shoulder, and half my body came over.
I had to put my foot on the couch to hold us together.
Although the position was slightly gruesome, it saved my last respect.
His nostrils were hot for me, sprayed at my chin, like a fire, cooked me up.
And because I held him, I had to finish the whole song…
“Ah-ah-ah. I’m on my own. I just want to be with you. I’m sorry.
The moment the tail fell, I shot Song, put him down carefully.
And then I looked at him and said, “I want to know now. I’m sorry.
“When you’re well, tell me. I’m sorry.
Tell me why I’m in a professional dress.
Tell me, is it me who’s leading that “Yes”?
Tell me why I’m afraid of thunder and why I’m in a storm today.
Under my care… no, Song was self-sufficient and his temperature fell at 4:00 in the middle of the night.
Looks like it’s raining. I don’t need to call my CDC.
But he and I were lazy enough to sleep on the couch all night.
The next morning I woke up and saw the couch was empty.
I stunned and cried, “Somya, Songya?” I’m sorry.
However, no response was received and the sound of asphalting was heard in the bathroom.
It can’t be the shower.
Is it crazy to take a straight shower after this fever?
I consciously ran into his room, and this was the first time I had entered his room, and during the isolation, we never stepped into the other’s private sphere, even if we were close enough.
Just push the door in for a second and I’m stuck.
Right at the door is his desk.
There were a few paintings on the desk.
And those paintings are all about me.
I slowly walked over and lined up.
And look up at the time.
2020.9.3 y
2020.9.9 y
2020.9.15 y
“…”
Each one is mine, and each one is a week apart.
That’s 18, four months…
But I never saw him. How did he see me?
I look around, and I end up on his balcony, where the tools for painting are all over.
And that’s what I’m looking at.
So in the last four months, he comes here every week to watch me get off work and paint me?
And that’s when I was attracted to one of them, which is completely different from all the bright colors.
It’s extremely dark and sad, and I’m crying in the rain, but it’s just a shadow.
I looked at that gray little suit, right, the day I was dumped in the rain.
How would he know?
And right now, I watched him come out of the door… and I was surprised to see the bathroom.
And he looked with me with a blind eye, and his face did not add to it.
Then he followed me and cleaned the bathroom.
“It’s just the one that lured you in. I’m sorry.
“Why did you lure me in? I’m sorry.
He leaned on the door and looked at me, “Didn’t you say yesterday that you wanted answers? I’m sorry.
“These are the answers. I’m sorry.
I looked at that thick painting…
Why paint me in uniform.
Because you draw me every week.
I’m the one who’s gonna be the lead?
Yes.
Why do you know I’m afraid of thunder?
Because I was left on the side of the road that day, and you came to me in the rain, you know.
Why is it raining today?
Because last time, you did.
I wanted to make fun of it, but the sound had moved slightly, and finally said, “Why?” I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and he looked down and he laughed, and he said, “For reasons you might find it embarrassing…”
I waved and tried to regulate the atmosphere: “It’s okay, I’m not ashamed of my sister. I’m sorry.
‘Cause I’m so beautiful, I can’t help but think of me as your model and paint and love me? I’m sorry.
He shook his head and finally laughed:
“You’re ashamed. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Stop talking and break up.
He said, “I painted a garbage can downstairs on the balcony that day…”
I don’t know.
“and then you walked over, and your heels were stuck in the crack of the brick… and you yelled at it for five minutes… and you came up and changed your shoes. I’m sorry.
I had an expression bag flashed in my head.
I really thank you for having you warmed my four seasons.
I don’t know.
“Thank you, bye. I’m sorry.
So I took him away, and he leaned on the door and looked at me with a smile.
“I’m just saying, you’re very lively, very cute. I’m sorry.
“It moved me. I’m sorry.
At this point, he came close, two hands holding my cheek.
The paintings in my hand are scattered and flourishing.
He softly kissed me.
From the eyebrow to the lips, then to the collarbone…
Until we were trapped on our couches, blinded by the light, with ten fingers.
“Sister said I’m good. Want to try it? * He whispered in his ear like a demon *
I’m a weak-willed man, if you seduce me…
I’ll take the bait!
“Take a break! I’m sorry.
Don’t worry, I’m not tired. I’m sorry.
I was worried about you?
“I didn’t lure you in just to show you the painting… sister. I’m sorry.
He’s not even dressed.
“Weed… you black-hearted sheep! I’m sorry.
“Well…” He grabbed my hand, kissed it, “The dark heart can eat it. I’m sorry.
The night was dark, and he stuck with me, and I fell.
I remember only the one thing he said repeatedly, trying to reassure me:
“I like you, sister. I’m sorry.
“I like it too much. I’m sorry.
When I slept so soft that at some point I woke up he was not with me, the door was covered and the kitchen light was on.
I pulled his shirt on and went out to find him.
I held him in the back, and I felt close, and he was so thin and soft:
“Why are you up? No more sleep?”
“You’re not around, you wake up. I’m sorry.
“Wasn’t he hungry?”
I don’t know.
Good dog, the unkind Sonya.
I sat at the table and looked at him with my cheeks, and he looked at me once in a while, and he saw my legs shaking under my shirt, and he looked over his head red.
Song was busy for a while.
There were two soups on the table, a charlatan mix, a charlatan, and he sat at the table surrounded by an apron, like a family.
I was about to dry, but he kept his eyes closed and he kept breathing, like he was gestation.
My chopstick shivering towards the little fried meat.
…and I’ll steal hundreds of millions, just hundreds.
“Sister, if you’re married, go out with me, okay? I’m sorry.
He opened his eyes, he looked in the eye, and I was showing the meat in my mouth.
The scene, it’s a little awkward.
“You don’t want money for dinner anymore? I smiled with embarrassment.
“When did you get your money? SONG looked at me.
“That’s… the kind of good stuff that doesn’t cost money? I have to go in.
Song’s ears are red.
“Tomorrow I’ll eat sacrificial lambs, saber bear palms, samoose tails, roasted ducks…”
Shut up and eat! Song also interrupted me, and then he asked, “So you said yes? I’m sorry.
“Well… it doesn’t count.”
Man. Year of Panda.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
