I got hit by my boyfriend’s sister on an electric car and went to the same hospital for an emergency.
I had a fracture and she had a slight scratch.
Through the curtains, her voice was weak: “Son, I was in a car accident, in a hospital, alone…”
Between me and her, he chose to take care of her.
On the day of the injury, I learned to cook with one hand, to wash dishes with one hand, to braid with one hand and to take care of myself.
Later, I left.
A man’s become him.
One.
After the film was taken in the emergency room, the doctor told me it was a fracture of the right cheekbone.
Fortunately, it is not too serious, but it takes a fixed month before rehabilitation training takes place.
As soon as I reached the door of the treatment room with the film, I heard a weak sound with a crying sound.
“I don’t know what’s going on. The girl just showed up, and I couldn’t stop, so…”
Crying was coming through the curtain, and I sat by the therapeutic bed, waiting for the emergency nurse to disinfect my joint.
“It’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right.” A gentle man’s voice came through the curtain. “Now people, they don’t walk, it’s not your fault. She’s okay, she’s not dead. Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
“If she blackmails you, Big Brother will help you out. I’m sorry.
It’s a voice I can’t know anymore.
My boyfriend, Zen.
The man who said, “We’re walking, we’re not dead, we’re blackmailing.”
He hit me on an electric car. He’s his sister, Yugo.
And I came here to surprise him on our seventh anniversary.
Two.
The man who knew Yugo was last month.
My school and I have an hour-and-a-half drive, which is almost once a week.
Because he had a little house near the school, so basically I came to him.
At 11 p.m., he went downstairs to the convenience store to buy me a drink and took my phone.
We’re in the same cell phone model, the same with the lock screen and the payment code, our anniversary together, XX0702, so he can pay even if he’s wrong, and I’m not worried.
I was watching TV on the couch, and his phone was suddenly on.
I’m gonna bring my phone over, and there’s a line on the screen.
“Cute fruit: Are you asleep? I’m sorry.
I look at this line and I’m down in my head.
Entering the password to open the cell phone, losing twice, all pointed to incorrect passwords.
Oh, so he changed the code.
When he got back, I lifted up my phone and showed him.
“Oh, well, they say it’s better not to remember. I’m sorry.
“This is my sister,” he put his cell phone down and put me in my arms, “and probably asked me about the paper.” I’m sorry.
3
In fact, I’ve guessed from that night when he covered up the tension.
I just don’t want to admit that my seven-year-old boyfriend, he’s got a crush on someone.
And I’m not happy.
I was in high school with Yan-hwan.
At the beginning of the second year of the summer, when the mood for the sophomore year was too tense, the boys in the first year of the class made a catch, and a dozen boys caught the name of the girl and wrote a love letter to the girl.
And then the next day, nobody else wrote, except him.
It was the only letter of the entire class that almost shocked the teacher.
And the girl in that letter, it’s me.
After school, he called me out of the classroom in a discomfort, apologizing first, then looked at my eyes and said, “This is not a joke. I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
“I wish I really liked you, would you do that?” He took a deep breath, “Be my girlfriend.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t look down until the school bells were ringing and I whispered “good.”
When he got the answer, he smiled, and he suddenly took a step forward, and he grabbed me and said in my ear:
“And since then, girlfriend. I’m sorry.
4
The love letter was a joke. I kept it.
I’ve always thought that my feelings and those of a man are good, that seven years itch, that they don’t exist.
While our universities are in different cities, our graduate students have secured two schools in the same city.
The school was actually safe, but after hearing that I was going to study in the city, he gave up his place and came to a school.
Because he said he didn’t want to leave with me anymore.
My parents bought him a small house in the city, as our wedding room.
But when I thought that everything would be in order and that I would marry him after graduation, everything I did seemed to be in the dark.
For example, a strict schoolteacher always has to work overtime on the weekends.
Like the one who couldn’t sleep well without hugging me.
For example, he’s been calling me less and less.
And for the first time, for example, he forgot our anniversary.
I don’t even know that he forgot the anniversary because he changed his phone code.
Or did you change the phone code because you forgot the anniversary?
5
When the nurse came to me for the wound, I bit my teeth and didn’t say anything.
“You’re strong,” the nurse said, “That one over there, it’s a little bruised, it’s like crying. Boyfriend’s been there a long time. I’m sorry.
I smiled at her.
She doesn’t know, over there, is my boyfriend.
After the tetanus, I went to the hospital door, took out my cell phone and sent a message to Zen.
“I’m coming today. Where are you? I’m sorry.
A few seconds later, the Qin returned.
“I’m sorry, the lab’s too busy this week. I’m still in the lab. I’m sorry.
I was staring at that and laughing.
The wind blows with eyes.
I went back to “Good.” I’m sorry.
Six.
I didn’t actually go back.
I went to the Qiang house and put my seventh anniversary present in the closet.
It’s a souvenir book that I made out of pictures, envelopes and ticket stubs I saved in seven years of love.
I miss him when he’s away from college, and I cry when he’s apart.
He saw me cry and his eyes were always red.
They were always at the railway station in a difficult way, without knowing how many times they had missed the car and held hands to make up for the tickets.
Then he told me he’d write to me every week.
Then he did write for four years.
I looked at them as treasures, and then I scanned them in electronic form.
I closed the house door and looked at the circle of friends on the phone.
Yes, because she was responsible for all the red lights, she and I added microblogging to cover my medical expenses.
On Twitter, five minutes ago, she just sent a circle of friends.
“Ooh, it’s a bad year, and I’m glad to have a senior. # I’m not going anywhere #
Under there, the tight Zankots are very sharp.
7
All of a sudden, I was a little upset.
Take out your cell phone or send a tweet to Zheng Yi.
“I broke my bones. I’m sorry.
Quiet phone call immediately.
“What wish? What happened to the fracture? I’m sorry.
“Wanted to come to you and get hit by an electric car. The doctor said I couldn’t move for a month. Can I come live with you? I’m sorry.
The other side of the phone, he smiled, “You lied to me?” I’m sorry.
I’m freezing.
“I know you miss me, but I’ve been so busy with the experiment lately, I can’t get out,” he said, “When I’m done, I’ll go with you.” I’m sorry.
“Stand down…”
“I’m sorry to wish. I’ll call you later. I’m sorry.
After that, he hung up.
If it had not been for the soft and soft words he had heard in the hospital and Yuge, I might have believed that he had been too busy to get out of the experiment.
I stood silently at the door of my house, one man with a belt on my right arm.
And my boyfriend, with his little sister, who was just bruised, didn’t even ask too many questions, decided I was lying to him.
Turns out, I was the one who lost before he started.
A little while later, Yugo updated a picture.
“Thank you for being with me. I’m sorry.
Seeing this picture, I suddenly realized.
After seven years, as always, even more intense.
And he may be tired.
8
I left and went back to the house in my old hometown.
It’s the only thing Grandpa left me. The city house was sold by aunts long ago.
And this house, which nobody wants, is my only place of refuge.
The dormitory is not uninhabitable. It’s just bedtime. I can’t move my arms.
This is already a summer holiday, and at the beginning of this year I worked with Zhong Yi Zheng to plan the big things for this year, when he strongly requested me to move to him for the summer vacation.
“Grandpa’s dead. What are you doing back there? He touched my hair softly, “May I have bought a house and you have a home. This is your home. I’m sorry.
And he used to cry and cry when Grandpa died, and I said, “May God, you and me, and I’ll spend the rest of the year with you. I’m your family. I’m sorry.
Now I moved here as promised, and he forgot.
I knew it was easy to forget.
9
The fractured right arm was completely impervious, the old house was not air-conditioned, my arm was long, and I could not sleep all night.
I can’t even put a braid on myself.
Yugo transferred the cost of the treatment to me, and he still gives a circle of friends every day.
“The big brother says it takes to eat more pigs’ feet to get the skin back. I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s so moving. Big brother picked me a scarber. I’m sorry.
“Big brother took me out to play, though I was afraid that the sun would get dark, but he said that luck would come with more sun. I’m sorry.
When I take a hard shower, cook, dress and take care of myself, I see my boyfriend in the circle of friends, looking after another.
Maybe to prove he’s really busy, he didn’t even send me a tweet.
Later, I was in Goe’s circle and I saw a letter.
That’s a handwritten letter.
“He said he had written to his girlfriend before, after he was beaten to death, he finally promised to write to me. Fight!
With a picture, it’s a letter full of pages.
We know the writings of this letter with great knowledge and treasure.
I thought it was only my romance and my secret.
Didn’t think he gave her even this.
I looked on the screen, and my eyes were sour, and for so many days, I finally came out with endless tears.
10
I’m going to take it black, and I’m not going to look at Goe’s circle, but I’m just going to ask her on Twitter how to calculate compensation other than medical expenses.
I know. She’s gonna think I’m blackmailing her, and then she’s going to go and get help.
Not long ago, she sent a tweet.
“You want to? I’m sorry.
Then there was a video application.
So I hacked her too.
I don’t really want compensation.
It’s just this ridiculous and bloody thing, and it’s gonna end.
After another week at home, I got a call from my high school classmate.
“Oh, my God, where have you been? He’s looking for you! “He said you were hurt? Where the hell are you? I’m sorry.
Eleven.
I’m silent on the phone.
When was the last time I was around the world?
Oh, that was when we went to the beach in our second year.
We got into a fight over a small matter, and as soon as I got angry, I came out with my phone.
We’re going to a small, underdeveloped seaside town, and I’m walking and I suddenly find myself lost.
The phone happened to be out of electricity, it was getting darker, and I was walking alone, nowhere near.
Right now, on the road next door, a whole bunch of people came over.
It’s the locals.
I was a coward, scared to stand where I was when I arrived, shivered on my legs and saw him through a crowd.
He was also among the crowd, with an anxious face, and the sweat of his forehead was particularly visible under the light and fire.
I’ll never forget that moment.
We look at the crowds, and there are so many people, so bright, but I can only see him.
He turned against the flow of people and came to me with red eyes, and he held me tight.
At that moment, his body was shaking.
“I’m scared,” he touched my hair over and over again, “May I not find you, I’m really scared. I’m sorry.
On the way back to the hotel, he walked and said to me, “He really knew what he was saying, “Look back, he’s in the light.”
He also asked me to assure him that no matter how angry he was, he would not be able to go missing.
“I’ll never run away again, and I’ll be waiting for you when we leave.” I was lying on his back and my voice was buzzing.
“It’s a deal. He put me down, the moon light, the baby’s gonna hook me up.
I’ve been there ever since.
And the first one to leave was he.
12
I didn’t tell my classmates where I was. I just said I was fine.
But three days later, I saw Zen Yi.
At the door of the house, the aunt stood beside him and saw me.
“You’re too big to talk about anything. He’s been looking all over for me, so I can remember where this house is, or how he’ll find it if you don’t hide from the country. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. She was probably bored and left without a minute.
I’m all that’s left. I’m standing at the door in silence.
He seems to have lost a lot of light in his eyes, not even his jaw’s husk.
He went up and held me tight.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I’m sorry.
I was quiet, and I whispered, “Are you here to talk to me about compensation for the fruit?” I’m sorry.
He’s a slow-down.
“I can’t move my right arm, I can’t go to an internship, you know. This internship is important. I’m sorry.
This internship, which I tried to win earlier, started in August, with a high probability of graduating and remaining in that well-known local group.
But now I have to give up this opportunity.
“You said, “How much do you think your sister should pay me? I whispered, “Doesn’t it always have to be a loss?” I don’t think that’s blackmailing her.
He held me tight, and there was visible pain in his voice.
He said he really didn’t know.
But I called him twice.
First of all, when I was just hit, and the traffic police came to blame, for the first time, I was hurt and scared.
I wanted to call him to help, but he never answered.
Second, I told him about my fracture and he said I was fooling him.
“May you come home with me, okay? I’ve pushed the summer internship, and I’ve taken a leave of absence from the teacher’s office. His voice is shaking.
We pushed him away gently, and the tone of our speech faded like a calm lake.
You know what? I thought there were a lot of things I couldn’t do. I’m sorry.
“For example, in the event of an accident, you go to a doctor, you take a picture, you take a hammock, you take a needle, you treat a wound, you move only with your left hand, you wear clothes, you eat, you even wear your hair. I’m sorry.
May his eyes be red and he looks me in pain.
“But I was wrong. You see, it’s not a big deal. I did, “I thought I’d live for three months without you. I’m sorry.
I laughed, I pointed the finger at my hair clip, and I said, “But it’s only two weeks before I can do so much with one hand. You see, I figured out a way out of this. I’m sorry.
“May…” he took a step forward.
I shake my head and step back.
I don’t need you anymore. I whispered, “Let’s break up. I’m sorry.
He looked at me.
“No, I’ll never break up with you. He pulls up my hand, he’s sweaty, but he’s very strong. “May we go home and you give me a chance to explain? She’s not what you think she is. She’s a teacher. My girlfriend. I’m sorry.
“Going home?” I slightly repeat.
“Yeah, go home.”
I slowly pulled my cell phone out of my pocket with my left hand and turned over a friend’s circle for a while.
“Do you mean home, here?”
The screenshot is a selfie of Yugo’s home.
“Come and play at my brother’s house. I’m sorry.
“No, no, it’s not what you think. If she borrows a book from me and comes by after dinner, I’ll take her up and get it. She’ll be there for five minutes. I’m sorry.
He said it was five minutes.
“You know what I was doing in those five minutes? I’m sorry.
“When I was in the shower, my feet slipped, you fell on the concrete floor, you were with her, you were enjoying the house, you were giving me a circle of friends, and I was working with iodine, and I was carefully handling myself with the additional wounds. I’m sorry.
I thought, after two weeks, I could have put it down.
But at this moment, tears are still pouring out of control.
I knew that pain and sorrow had never gone.
Hold me in your arms and your hands and tears, and I’m sorry. Give me a chance to make it up. Let’s go home, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry.
I shook my head.
“Jiang, it’s not my house, it’s your house. I’m sorry.
I pushed him away, “Go, I’m going home, wait 100 days, when I’m well, I’m going to get something.” I’m sorry.
13
Qiang still hasn’t gone.
He did not agree to break up, but stayed in the old house, covering me with three meals a day and all the housework.
Every day, a glass of warm water had been put on the table, while in the bathroom, toothbrush was ready and toothpaste had been squeezed.
He’s a guy with no fingers, and I used to cook with him.
Now you can make a pot of bone soup by looking at the recipe.
I told him not to do it again, but he said, “May I know that you hate me and even hate me, but let me take care of you until you’re hurt, don’t send me away, okay? I’m sorry.
I looked at him and suddenly there was a twilight.
If it had been before, I would have felt that it was the way he loved me.
But now I’m a little unsure, and he’s doing this because he’s in love, because he’s guilty, or because he’s protecting that little teacher.
Is he really taking care of me?
Or are you afraid I’ll have trouble with that girl?
Or are you afraid I’m gonna make it worse for her at school?
I suddenly thought of something again.
If it hadn’t hit me that day, would I never have known that he was so gentle with her.
And the four years we were away, he wouldn’t have had a little sister like that, except I never knew.
Thinking of it here, I suddenly realized something.
That’s, no matter how nice you are to me, we can’t go back.
Because of my unreserved trust in him, I am now gradually covered by uncontrollable suspicion and will never return.
14
At night, I sat on the steps of the old house and watched the tumble trees in the yard.
We used to have a tree like this in high school.
That was after the senior year, I wasn’t very good at it, and the teacher called me to the office and asked me if I was late for my homework because I was in love.
When I came out of the teacher’s office, my eyes were red and my eyes were red, and I was taken to the tree when I was studying at night.
Under the tree, I looked up at him and didn’t understand what he was going to do.
Until he suddenly bowed and gently kissed me.
It was the first kiss between us and each other.
I looked in my eyes and he almost held his breath, but he stood up and seemed a little embarrassed.
“I’ve heard the legend of this school that kissing under this tree can pass on its luck. I’m sorry.
I don’t believe it.
“Of course,” he stomped my head, closed his eyes and wished, “The phoenix is on the tree, and I’ll give all my luck to the wish, and the next exam will win.” I’m sorry.
I was laughed at in his face, but I asked him, “But what will you do with your luck?”
That night, the lights by the tree were broken, there was quiet, and the whole world seemed to have only the moon, the twig and us.
He said, “You’re my lucky man. I’m sorry.
And then, maybe it was really the tree of the night, and we both went to our school, and we became a model couple.
Several years later, a couple of couples in high school were given several pairs, and there were fewer and fewer people coming for the summer break.
On the winter break of the fourth year, I went to a school with him, and the sky was snowing, and we held hands back to school, and we went under that tree.
I can’t help but talk about the broken couple: “If we hadn’t come together, I wouldn’t have come to the reunion…”
When he didn’t finish, he grabbed his mouth.
My moo-hoo protest was held by him from behind.
“Don’t talk nonsense. How can we not be together? He’s warm and he’s got his hands on my nose. “I’ll only get married once in my life. I’ll have only one wife. I’m sorry.
Then I thought, perhaps, that we were greedy.
So the second wish is dead.
15
The address in the country, many of the couriers were reluctant to deliver, and it appeared that the money had been increased to allow some of the couriers to be delivered.
That day, he was washing dishes and I opened the door and was a courier.
This is a payment, I just got back to the house to get my cell phone, and the Quiz came over because he was wet and asked me to take the phone from the pocket.
But when I got it, I got it.
I don’t know his phone code.
He seemed to realize that at once, he hesitated or whispered to me, “0523. I’m sorry.
0523.
I’m a person who’s not very sensitive to numbers, but for a moment I thought of what these numbers mean.
It’s Ju’s birthday.
The traffic police gave us two traffic accident certificates at the time, with two identification numbers.
I can’t believe I looked at him, and I still can’t believe he really switched our anniversary to the girl’s birthday, and he saw my look and realized what I knew.
He cleaned his hands in a hurry and took off the delivery.
It’s the calcium chip he bought me, the twilight nest, and the scar gel.
These days, he took good care of me, but I saw the gel in English, which I could not control, but in the circle of the fruit.
He looked at me and said, “This isn’t what you think. It’s a bet that the loser has to use the winner’s birthday for three months to keep the screen locked.”
I don’t want to hear it anymore, pick up the gel and cut him off in cold. I’m sorry.
He stunned, “Yes…”
He didn’t finish. I threw gel on the floor.
“So you bought it because she used it well? I’m sorry.
He looked at me.
I turned around and said, “I don’t need her stuff. I’m sorry.
“May the wish,” “silently silent, with his head down and his gel round, and his voice is almost in tears.” I’m sorry.
Yeah, I didn’t want to.
How did I get this way?
But Zhong Yiu, because you changed, so I changed.
I became mean, bitter, angry inside.
Because I feel bad, those who want to hurt me feel my pain.
I feel unfair, so I’ll keep hurting you to make up for myself.
One day, we will be turned from our closest lovers to each other’s hatred.
I’ll never forget that I hear the soft and soft words of my boyfriend comforting another girl through the curtains and never forget the 0523 figures.
And you? How long can you carry this feeling of betrayal?
16
And this night We were told all that We had to do with the fruit.
He said that Yu ‘ s stepbrother was a gangster who often came to school to harass her and that she was scared every day.
She made a serious error in an experimental data set, which left several of her sister-in-law with a few room corrections, resulting in prejudice towards her by others at the same door.
She had no family and no friends and had to turn to him.
He would then send her back to her dormitory after the evening meeting, and would also instruct her in her studies to do difficult experiments.
She would also buy him a cup of coffee before each meeting, thanks to his meal.
When he comforted her by crying that she had never received any encouragement, she carefully asked if he could write her a letter of encouragement.
He added that the letters to her and to me were different.
“She knows I have a girlfriend,” he hugged me, “May I change my phone code and let’s have another anniversary, okay? I’m sorry.
I let him hold him, and I didn’t speak.
How do we get through this?
Isn’t it because it’s just that it’s a special day?
“I’m just starting to think that it’s hard for her to be alone, to take care of her. I’m sorry.
Yeah, his little sister, she’s a man, and she’s the only one he can count on.
I don’t care if he’s his little sister, but what about him? Did he forget that I’m a human being and that he is the only one I can count on?
And in the night, we sat side by side under the tree, and We asked him in peace: “Did you think that you were only taking care of her? I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk.
“Are you tired?” I asked him.
He looked up and confused to me.
“At the same time, I look at him, and I’m still stunned, “Are you tired? I’m sorry.
He may not be tired, even enjoying himself.
But I’m tired.
“May I have another chance,” he held me tight, “I’ve deleted her, I’ll never contact her again, will you give us another chance?” I’m sorry.
I finally cried.
“When I was hit by an electric car, I was blinded. It was the first time that I felt it in my heart. Death was an instant. And I looked at him in tears, and I said, “When I was shaking, I tried to dial your phone, and I wanted to make love to you, and I told you how scared I was and how painful my broken bones were, and I wanted you to hold me, and I said, “Don’t be afraid, I am.” I’m sorry.
“But why? Why do I have to see you in the hospital? How can I not have the courage to lift the curtain in the hospital, but to sneak away? I’m sorry.
I’ve given you a chance… and my tears are pouring down my cheeks. I’m sorry.
I cried all over my face, “I told you…”
That night, I cried long, long.
Strong and strong, swallowing, as if it were a flood that fell down.
I’m in pain because I like him too much.
How many nights did I wake up from my back and look at the roof with tears, and seven years of ink-dropping white paper, taking over my heart, making me wonder about him.
How many times did my thoughts shake my hands and want to call him again?
But reason compels me to look over and over and over and over and over again at the circle of friends of the fruit, to awaken myself and to put it down.
I’m really in pain.
How can he put down so easily when he seems to be in every cell of my memory, full of my youth?
But he was biased.
I was forced to cut my bones, to bear the pain, to strip him of my life.
17
In early August, I removed the chandelier and reviewed the bones.
At the end of August, the right arm was able to move simply, and I rejected the offer to go to his house and rest.
I went back to school.
He sent me under the dormitory in silence, and he seemed to realize that this time, I had the heart to break up with him.
I don’t have a class. I’m preparing my dissertation and looking for a job.
The group asked me if I’d go to the internship in September, and I thought about it, and I refused.
I put my resumes in the north.
Qianjin is still lying on my blacklist, but he will come to me often and even start a lot of people to talk to me.
Including our high school classmates, my best friend, my roommate, his sister, even his parents.
His doctoral sister asked me for coffee and told me Yugo had been transferred to another teacher who had just been transferred.
“Teachers didn’t really like her, they worked slow, they made mistakes, and, to be honest, we didn’t like her either. The teacher just turned up without a student. I’m sorry.
In the cafe, she asked me, “What’s up? Is there any relief?”
I shook my head.
Decomposition? It doesn’t seem like much.
“How is she? I don’t really care. I’m sorry.
My best friend has come to advise me: “Are you really breaking up?” You know, in society, it’s really hard to meet guys who are better than you. Can you guarantee that the next boy you meet can hold on to seven years? I’m sorry.
My roommate also asked me, “Will you really not regret it? I’m sorry.
Our high school classmate, his buddy, even called me for an hour.
“You know, when you played that love letter game, you didn’t smoke it. I’m sorry.
“It was me who drew your name. He’s gonna switch with me, and I’m kidding about that basketball with the star’s signature, and he’s not gonna touch it, and he really gave it to me just to get to you for a good reason. I’m sorry.
In conclusion, he said, “I hope that for so many years we will all see that he really cares about you. Seven years of affection should be valued. It would be a shame if you split. I’m sorry.
Yeah, seven years of affection, to treasure.
That’s why I left him.
Because of Zhuo, it’s always like a little prick in the throat, a needle in the heart, you can’t see it, but you can feel pain if you move.
In the days ahead, I’ll be sore at his betrayal that he’ll be so upset at why I caught a mistake I never let go.
I’d be paranoid, afraid he’d change his mind again, and he’d feel guilty.
How long can two people like this fall in love and walk away?
And how much of the love that we cherish?
18
In March, I received an offer from a Beijing company.
The dissertation has been revised, and the company has called, hoping that I will be able to spend some time in practice before graduation.
And Zheng Yi knew it from nowhere.
That day, it rained so hard that when I was under my umbrella, the Zhuang was waiting for me for three hours under my dorm.
May it be, his face, it can’t tell between tears or rain, “You’re leaving, right? I’m sorry.
I moved the umbrella over his head.
“Oh, come on, you’ll catch a cold. I’m sorry.
He’s got a flash of light in his eyes and even stammers when he talks:
“May, what do you say? I’m sorry.
I looked into his eyes.
These eyes, they used to be clear and bright, and when they looked at me, they were always so sweet, I really liked them.
Let’s go to the beach again. I’m sorry.
19
A small, undeveloped, seaside town, which is now the site of the Internet Red Tourist.
And the wind of the early spring brought with it a bit of coolness, and I walked side by side on the sand of the evening, looking at the afters of the sunset, and pouring it over the sea.
Towns have changed, become better, become invisible.
And we, too, have changed.
He knows, I know.
We, the two of us, held hands and watched the sun go down a little bit, waiting for the noisy crowd to disperse.
We sat on the beach and we talked about the little note he gave me in high school but it was almost intercepted by my teacher, about the surprise he suddenly dropped off at college, about the year he went to school with me to study at night, and how delicious that bowl of noodles he and I had together.
It’s memories and goodbyes.
When the moon came up, I stood up.
And he stood up, and in the light of the moon, and his face was unstinting, remorseful or sad, and I could not see.
But I know it’s over anyway.
“May it be…” and his voice was very, very soft, “Really, no?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head.
“I loved you, even to say I still love you now. I’m sorry.
“I want to protect this memory of love, so that when I remember it, when I’m 80 years old, I can tell myself that I love with passion and dignity and that I can live with myself. I’m sorry.
“Ah-ho. “I took a step forward, for the last time, to hold him gently and say goodbye to my seven years of youth.
“Bye. I’m sorry.
A cold sea wind blew my hair, and we held each other quietly.
“For seven years, thank you. I’m sorry.
He cried, one drop at a time on the beach, and I let him go and turned away.
In this small town by the sea, we looked at each other like they were in a crowded crowd, and we promised each other that we would never be separated.
But we got separated.
And this time, I didn’t look back.
Extra 1 Tunnel
I wish I had gone to Beijing.
She barely contacted anyone around here. I know, she was trying to avoid me.
I went to work at a local company, where colleagues started asking me if I had a girlfriend and eagerly introduced me.
I rejected it all.
More than once, the midnight dream came back to me that day.
That day I did not pick up the call from the fruit, but rather returned my wish.
On the other side of the phone, she snort and told me she was hit by an electric car and broke her bones.
I rushed to the hospital, and as soon as she saw me, her eyes were red.
And I held her in my heart, and she spreads in my arms, “I am in pain, I can’t lift my arms, will I become disabled?” I’m sorry.
I dropped a kiss on her forehead, “It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
She nods, “Well. I’m sorry.
She began to tell me about the accident, how she crossed the road with a nice green light, and was hit by an electric car, the girl driving the electric car, because she was driving a mobile phone, neither saw a red light nor saw her, not even slowing down.
“The moment I was hit, I was so scared I thought I was going to die…”
I held her in a little tremor, and I thought of her as a person who was afraid, and I felt sorry for herself, “May I wish I had seen the phone earlier. I’m sorry.
If I saw her sooner, I’d be with her sooner. She wouldn’t be so scared.
“It’s okay,” she smoked, “You’re here. I knew you’d be busy and call me back. I’m sorry.
She is.
For me, it’s always inclusive.
I finished all the tests with her son and returned to her home, where she opened her suitcase, with no regard for her injuries and her right arm.
I asked her what she was doing, she was secretive, let me close my eyes.
It’s a memoir.
Turns out she came to surprise me today.
“The surprise almost turned into a shock. She whispered.
“Does it still hurt?” I looked at her with all her wounds, but I still felt so bad.
She noded her head, shook her head and laughed: “It was painful, but you were with me, and it didn’t feel that much. I’m sorry.
I was with her and I looked at the memorial.
We were talking about an old one, with her right arm hanging and frowning, but her eyes bent like a cute little fox.
And when the love reached its height, I turned my head and kissed her, and she cried, “I am the wounded, you are inhuman.” I’m sorry.
Later, I dropped the internship and everything else and took care of her at home.
Under the yellow light, every time I made a dish, I looked back and saw her sitting in the restaurant and looking at me.
She always smiled so beautifully, “I kind of wanted to marry you earlier.” I’m sorry.
“Just a little? “I went over there, squeezed her nose, “What do you think? You can only marry me in your life. I’m sorry.
I’ve woken up countless times in the middle of the night, how I wish I could stay in my dreams forever, even with a time machine that would bring me back to the day when I started school.
I’d pay anything.
On this occasion, I will refuse to take pity on her, and I will keep my distance from her instead of enjoying the trust and love that I wish to have, while playing with my sister.
I was wrong. I was wrong.
But dreams are only dreams, and time does not turn back.
May it go.
I did everything I could, and she never looked back.
On the sea where we had hugged and kissed together, she left me and left her head behind.
But she was so good that she gave me a light hug until the last moment.
She said, “Bye-bye, thank you for seven years.”
That moment I realized how much I loved her, how much I couldn’t help but really lost her.
I found it in the closet after she left.
The day she got hurt, it was our seventh anniversary, and this book, she surprised me.
Turning the first page, it’s a small role model:
“Long wishes and a long one. I’m sorry.
I cried like rain.
The girl I loved the most, the girl I loved the most, was lost by me.
Extra 2
I met my husband in the second year of Beijing.
He’s on the same floor as me. He’s the team leader in the next department.
That night, my divorced superior came to me again for dinner, and I organized a polite language of refusal, but this time he didn’t seem to want to give up.
When he was here, he suddenly appeared and smiled and grabbed my shoulder, and said to his boss, “Mr. Lin, it’s 7:30 and my girlfriend is working overtime again?” I’m sorry.
And his superiors were dazzled and fled in sight.
He took me out of the elevator, out of the company, and I said thank you, but he apologized.
“I’m sorry about the situation, because you’re in a lot of trouble and you don’t want to say anything like that,” he said, “Well, it doesn’t look good now. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “I don’t care. It’s better this way, he won’t come after me. Well, you know, a lot of overtime colleagues just heard about it, but I’m afraid the whole floor will spread tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know him well before, but I also knew that he was a man with the power of a handsome sun and that there were many fans in this building.
“I don’t mind either. He smiles.
“That thanks. I said thank you, ready to go.
“Wait a minute!” He suddenly stopped me and said, “Well, since we don’t mind… whether we should…”
I looked at him.
He took a deep breath and said, “Do you want to fake it and try it?” I’m sorry.
Then we were together.
We were not locals in Beijing, and after he was with him, they were together on weekends, walking around the streets of Beijing.
We drove to the savannah camp to see the stars, we went to Shanshan to see the red leaves, and we went skiing together.
They also went to watch a pyrotechnic convention at the seaside, to get hot springs in the mountains, and to sleep at the lake.
He’ll be in Disneyland, in the store, buying me a hairy hair clip, proudly saying my girlfriend is the most beautiful princess here today.
I’ll take my timid hand when I’m on a roller coaster in Universal.
We’ll cook together, he’ll make me my favorite tofu, and I’ll make him porridge, and I’ll tell him to eat.
I had a fever, he stayed up all night, afraid that my ear-barrelled gun would wake me up, so I tried it on my forehead, and he was proud to say that he was better than a gun.
That year, when Leo came, I had a heart attack and dragged him out in the middle of the night and waited an hour to see a meteor.
Suddenly he cried out to the sky like a child: “I want to be with God forever!” I’m sorry.
The eyes of the passers-by were all over us, and I panicked and he ran, and they ran and laughed and ran to a quiet alley.
What are you doing?
He said he couldn’t help it. Didn’t you say it was the best way to wish for a shooting star? I can’t wait to get one.
We all laughed.
He loved me, and I loved him. A year and a half later, we were married.
The parents-in-law are very enlightened people, who do not dispute my family’s situation, but treat me like a daughter and take care of me.
Soon I got pregnant, nine months later I had a daughter.
When the daughter was three years old, I took him and his daughter back to the house where the railway was built.
Everything in the old house, I moved out of the dormitory after graduation, my daughter was playing with all kinds of paper boxes, and then a box fell down and all the letters were spilled.
And the man went over there and he said, “Wow, wife, you were so popular. I’m sorry.
He knew what I had before, and I laughed at him, “Are you jealous? I’m sorry.
He shakes his head, reseals the letter in the box and blinks at me.
“Why am I jealous? Isn’t this the one who wrote jealous of me? He came over, hugged me and laughed, “After all, I married you, but I did.” I’m sorry.
Later, we sent the contents of the house to an old house in Mr. Señor’s home, including a box of letters.
When everything was done, my daughter came to see her mother’s school, and I took my husband and daughter to the high school primary school, where, unfortunately, no one was allowed to enter or leave.
When Mr. Señor went to the convenience store in front to buy water, I went with my daughter, slowly and slowly, while the maple leaves fell along the street.
She was counting and suddenly stopped and looked across the street, “Mom, that uncle looks at you. I’m sorry.
I turned my head, and I swooped.
In contrast, he seemed to hesitate or to have walked over.
“Long time no see. He told me.
“Long time no see. I nod my head.
“Your daughter?” He laughed.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Cute. Looks like you. I’m sorry.
Uncle! “You know my mother? Do you have a daughter? I’m sorry.
He snuggled down and laughed, “No, uncle’s not married, so he doesn’t have a daughter. I’m sorry.
“You’re not as good as my dad. My dad has a daughter. I’m sorry.
He was silent, laughing, “Yeah, uncle envys your father. I’m sorry.
I’ll walk over there and hold on to my daughter, “Mom. I’m sorry.
And he stood up, and he was silent, and he said, “There are other things, and then he left.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head. I’m sorry.
Come on, he turned around and walked across the street, and I took my daughter and went on.
The leaves were a piece of gold and yellow.
He came back after a few steps.
My daughter ran into my father’s arms, and the gentleman held her in his arms and gave me her tea.
I was like, “Why are you still in my arms? I’m sorry.
He smiled, “No, it’s broken. I’m afraid it’s too cold, so I’ll warm you up and drink again, after autumn.” I’m sorry.
“I’ll drink this too! “The daughter pointed to the tea in my hand.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
I smiled and grabbed his arm.
Well, this tea is sweet.
In the evening, sitting on the high iron that returned to Kyoto, I looked at the scenes that were constantly retreating from the window and suddenly realized that this was probably the last time I went home.
Mr. “What are you thinking?” asked me.
I looked at my sleeping daughter in my arms and I leaned on his shoulder.
I wonder if, when I was seven years old and 80 years old, our grandchildren, like today’s daughter, would have turned out that long-term letter and entangled me in telling them the story of my childhood.
Then I can tell them:
Whether I met your grandfather or not, I won’t regret that decision.
The girl in the letter, in her youth, loved with passion, trusted without reservation, and left with absolute certainty.
Her youth was neither regretted nor regretted.
..to remember our youth.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
