Do you have any sweet, short sweet text?

I suspect my cat is out there somewhere.

It’s been coming home late, and it’s still smelling of sweet cucumber.

Even worse, it even wore a four-digit red vest in winter!

I thought it was a provocation, so I put a note on the cat collar:

“Thank you for your vest, but the cat has a master. I’m sorry.

The next day, my cat came back, and the note on my neck was replaced by another strange writing.

“Sorry, but this cat can only be mine. I’m sorry.

Unbelievable.

Four-digit supreme, joint vest, my cat put on first.

Forget it.

It’s not just a cat, it’s a different taste, it’s a cheap cat food that fell in the pot, it’s a low-head sniff, and it’s walking away.

“Hey, wake up. “I’m going to put my own little mirror in front of it, and I’m going to try to convince it that it’s true, “You’re not a great lineage, just a fat orange, OK? I’m sorry.

However, the fat cat disrespected me with disrespect and walked away at the right foot.

That’s right.

Chief, you didn’t sneak out to eat, did you? I’m sorry.

I was suffocating, packing up long-stretched cat dust in the corner and dumping new material into the basin — also because of the infrequent change of cat dust and the fact that the director recently left his house with no shit — which made me feel so dangerous.

One more touch of pet shampoo.

…well, I’m an incompetent host.

The next day.

The weather is fine, I put the cat in a backpack and took it to the pet shop around the corner for a bath.

It’s a small shop, but it’s very cheap, and it’s a young guy, and he’s playing games on the counter, and I said, “Do you have a shamble for a cat here? I’m sorry.

“Where’s your cat?” I’m sorry.

“The pet shampoo is not cheap, but appropriate. I’m sorry.

I pretended I didn’t understand and pulled a giant orange cat out of my bag. They smelled in their hands, and showed a slight look: “Yo, it’s cucumbery.” I’m sorry.

“Cyclops”?

“Yeah, you’re a good brand. It’s expensive, but it’s good in the industry. I’m sorry.

We were too busy lifting fat oranges up under its armpits, and we smelled a strange scent.

Not to mention, it’s like cutting a lemon in the summer, mixing a few ripe citrus, sweet and untidy and juicy.

But that’s not the shampoo I’ve been using.

I’m sorry to see my microfacing, “But, unfortunately, this taste has been cut off for years, and now it’s only roses and citrus. I’m sorry.

“…will. I’m sorry.

I don’t know. It’s three times more expensive than I bought!

I paid for it with pain, and I laughed, “Well, I’ll give you a free bath, and it’ll be added value.” I’m sorry.

The bath was served, the director was pregnant and his eyes were covered.

“What kind of cat are you? I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. It’s almost ten pounds. I’m sorry.

“I see more than that. I’m sorry.

Says he raised the cat.

“Good guy, 15 pounds?”

Listen to me screaming, “You’re so full of shit, you can’t even tell if it’s too heavy.” I’m sorry.

Perhaps I’m an incompetent host, less enthusiastic, with the warmth of my heavy-money purchase disappearing in my eyes, and before I go, I’ve been told repeatedly to control my diet to prevent it from reaching three heights.

In fact, I have no idea at all, and even a little bit of thinking is really scary — who can eat cat food alone?

We’ll connect to the strange smell of it.

I was suddenly inspired to think of a possibility.

My cat, there’s someone out there.

I came home with a lot of trouble.

In fact, since I moved to this place, things have come to an end.

At first, the director didn’t eat cat food, but he was fat.

This fat orange is clearly much fatter than it was six months ago, with both cheeks coming out, and the belly almost towed to the ground, and it’s getting less and less crawling.

And then, occasionally, I find on its beard a few pieces of fried fish, and some oil stains that are suspected of being anointed.

Then, yesterday, the vest was suddenly put on.

At this very moment, I’ve left my unforgivable coat of paint in the corner, accompanied by a mystery, more like some kind of declaration of war.

Here’s the problem.

What kind of man buys a brand-name vest for a big, fat orange?

And when you think of the cucumbers, the no-cost ointment, it’s probably a young girl who’s either rich or expensive and has a little small.

So, I’m cold on the couch with my boss, “Is she younger and richer than me?” I’m sorry.

The director of the hall ignored my sour tongue, and his eyes were thin, dark and cold.

It’s all over your face: “Women, you’re thinking too much.”

I’m trying to find out who I am. I moved here very soon, and I’m not familiar with the tenants.

Besides, even if she’s my neighbor next door, I work during the day and lock the cat in the house for most of the time, how does she feed it?

Confused.

Scary.

I can’t imagine.

And look at the director, because he’s so fat, the old flea rings are so tight in the meat.

I just took out the scissors, and suddenly it was a flash, tearing up a paper and writing a sentence on it.

“Thank you for your vest, but the cat has a master. I’m sorry.

Satisfied with this grotesque tone, I’ll sign a long one and tie a knot to the flea ring.

Next, we’ll wait for the other one to answer.

Life is too trivial, and I’ll soon leave it behind.

After all, in addition to this arrogant citrus, I have a hamster who can’t run fast and a parrot who can’t fly, and it is not easy to keep them in their current state of income, even at the end of every month.

I am a violinist who usually earns most of his money by playing music at the wedding, but the industry has recently been depressed, not only because of the lack of children, but also because of the fact that we are not even married, and now we are unable to get a single job and are living on part-time work in training institutions.

Even worse, even that money is dying.

Just a moment ago, I received an institutional notification that I would close the six-month-old, which would be followed by an indefinite break, and I asked when the financial resources would resume the course, and more bitter water than I had.

“Mr. White, you don’t know the policy, do you? I’m sorry.

“What policy?”

“Is it not worse when the epidemic has a big impact and a double decline?” I’m sorry.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re an art teacher, and this kind of policy doesn’t affect you. I’m sorry.

The impact is not bad, but I am unemployed.

I had to go home with the money.

At this time of evening, the sunset outside the window is beautiful, and the twilight clouds are like a swarm of carp coming down from the sky, with a layer of golden light that seems to need only a small leap to melt the dragon.

My cat is sitting in this amazing scenery, ecstatic and lazy.

I was just about to get close and smelled a strange and delicate smell in the air.

And We gave it citrus fragrance, but it was filled with a wonderful fragrance, as though it were a bitter, fragrance of mint and white tea, which diluted the sweet fragrance.

Obviously, the smell comes from my cat, and look around its neck, and there’s something shining.

Dude.

This time even changed the flea rings.

It’s a golden collar with 18K of certified steel, and it’s worth a lot of money.

That’s too much.

I don’t understand.

I don’t understand.

Life is not easy for me.

But my oranges are wearing an 18K gold chain?

Why?

It’s to make me feel better about human differences.

Right in the mouth of my gold-plated chain, a long-silent cell phone went off, and once I got through, a few short words came across.

“You coming to live or not?”

Come on! I’m sorry.

I’ve been on the phone since I was small, and I used to go to bars or weddings, and less than 20,000 or 30,000 a month, and I’ve been on the phone for a while.

“Shit, these guys aren’t even married? It’ll be fine if I get married! I’m sorry.

“Where’s the bar?”

“Not anymore. I’m sorry.

And he threw himself at me in the phone for half a day, and he hinted to me in secret: “Tell me, why not marry someone? How many years can this violin play?” I’m sorry.

“How long can you pull? I’m sorry.

I’m sorry to answer that.

“You should be grateful to yourself for being young and a little bit of a face. I’m sorry.

Dodo.

The phone’s dead.

I fell from heaven to the bottom of the valley.

Turning around, looking at the chief of the department who’s not looking at the cheap cat’s food, he says, “You can’t even eat it!” I’m sorry.

Fat Orange made a sound to my innocent meow and looked good.

I knew I shouldn’t be angry with a cat, reaching out to Rua, with a few thick furs: “Oh, if it hadn’t been for the money, your mother would have been at the National Theatre by now.”

I can’t think, the more I think I’m depressed.

After a while of sucking a cat, I’m feeling calm.

But the gold-skinned flea rings, the more they get in the way of the cat’s neck, the more it’s down there, the more it’s in plain English.

Domingo.

Domingo?

More than that, and like my previous operation, the bottom of the flea collar is also tied to a thin line.

And We took the note carefully, and opened it with a breath.

There’s only one sentence on it.

“Sorry, but this cat can only be mine. I’m sorry.

No, what’s with the tone of Pussy?

“I’m sorry, but the cat I picked up from the garbage can cost me more than 800 people just to get sick.” I’m sorry.

When I’m done, I’ll sign a paper roll and grow a note and close the collar.

After that, look at my cat…

I have to admit, with that golden collar, it looks really nice and lovely, and it looks like a cat.

I see.

It’s hard for me to get back!

For a moment, it was hard to judge whether the heart was angry or jealous, and I was just trying to throw that wrinkled note away, and it felt a little different.

See, this paper has long, broad stripes on it, which I know very well.

Are you a musician?

It’s going on and there’s a knock on the door.

Hiss…

Did you find him so quickly?

I opened the door like an enemy.

There was only one standard Chiuzhou old man standing outside the door, with thongs, trousers and a long list of silver keys.

And suddenly the burning mood fell, and I coughed, and I said, “Hey, uncle, I’ve been paying the rent. I’m sorry.

“I’m not asking for rent. I’m sorry.

He had a thick notebook on his hands, turned on his hands, and looked at me, “Just to ask you, will you continue after the end of the month?” I’m sorry.

“Continue.” I’m sorry.

“and 500. I’m sorry.

“…”

“It’s fine, I’m conditioned. I’m sorry.

When I look bad, the landlord takes the book in his arms and says, “It wasn’t easy to look at you when you were a pretty girl. I would never have allowed you to rent a cat. You wouldn’t have loved me, I wouldn’t have raised my rent. I’m sorry.

“You think about it. I’m sorry.

“…all right. I’m sorry.

The landlord’s attitude is clear, and I can’t make any sense, and I have to wait until the end of the month to respond.

In fact, let’s not raise the rent. I can’t even afford it now.

I closed the door and looked around and felt something was missing.

Hiss…

Where’s my cat?

Looking out, the entire corridor is empty and no sign of a cat.

The building is older, with only four suites on one floor, for reasons of design, family size and size.

I live in 402, one in the next 401 is a two-bedroom, with a couple of retired teachers, with a very simple life and occasional nods and nods.

The only possibility is 403 and 404 at the end of the corridor.

So I went to knock on the door at 403.

The answer was a young woman with a mask on her face and an impatient mouth.

“Who is it?”

“You’re beautiful. Have you seen an orange cat? I’m sorry.

I asked her politely, and I noticed with sensitivity that each other’s fingers were drilled and nails were an inch long.

“What cat? No. I’m sorry.

The woman simply denies it, and she says, “Do you know how to keep it together?” I’m allergic to cat hair. I’m sorry.

“Well, thanks anyway. I’m sorry.

They shut the door very quickly.

I’m a little skeptical of her and a little uncertain.

People who really like cats rarely use the long nails, especially the drill above, and they’re bound to get cat hair.

When he hesitated, there was a sweet meow in the back.

Director? I’m sorry.

Looking back, my cat is standing at the door opposite 404, licking my paws.

The iron door is locked, my cat is right in the door.

8.

I was so busy holding the cat and looking at it, the note on his neck had changed.

It’s still the familiar five-spectrum paper, and the first half of it has a line of words.

“Do you have an invoice? I’m sorry.

Ha, ha, ha.

This guy is crazy!

Turning on the second half, it seems I’m afraid I won’t come, and I’ll write a detailed address.

“Chouzhou Dynasty 12 404? I’m sorry.

12?

Isn’t that the one I live in?

The answer seems to have come.

Unlike the 403, my hand was a hammer, and the door was hammered.

However, no matter how hammered, the door was closed.

Oh, no?

I’m resting and I’m trying to build on it.

“No one lives here. I’m sorry.

Turn around, it’s the landlord’s uncle.

He was wearing a black plastic bag, and it was stuffed in, and he saw me banging on the door and staring at me.

I was a little embarrassed: “But I saw my cat coming out of here.” I’m sorry.

“Well, you don’t listen. I’m sorry.

He didn’t give a shit. He pulled half a tack out of the bag.

Then, straight through the door.

404 is large, different from my little two, and the house is big and empty.

“It was a few years ago. I’m sorry.

The landlord took me through a few empty rooms, and there was an ash in the face of the ground, and there were no traces of habitat.

I was just leaving, but I found a photograph falling from the foot of the table.

The man in the picture was sitting in a wheelchair, and a white shirt seemed to glow, with a thin eyelid and smiling at the camera.

Whiskey, still holding my cat.

9

Unlike other cats, there is a gap in the head’s ear, and three beards on the left are white, four on the right are black and one of the front paws is bald and very visible.

I’m sure my cat is in the picture.

And then turn to the back of the picture and there’s a few familiar fonts in the corner —

“Jang Boang, September 2017.”

2017?

Isn’t that three years ago?

But my cat is less than two years old.

The more I think about it, the more I think about it.

The director was walking around my feet, and the big gold ring was shining around my neck.

I took pictures of them on my cell phone, and the first thing I found was a custom link to the circle, looking at the price…

That’s 3880 yuan.

Good. It’s very human.

This must be a fucking prank.

And look at that note, apart from the play address, there’s a couple of scrawny handwritten words on the back, which seem to have been accidentally ripped off.

It’s a line of broken sentences.

“We sometimes live, sometimes die. I’m sorry.

10,

Alive?

Dead?

What does that mean?

I’m in a hurry at night. I can’t think. I’ll leave with a note.

The performance was the anniversary of a company, and after that, I watched the watering girl come and send a little letter, and he took it all.

And when I turned my eyes on him, he thought not: “I was just playing.” I’m sorry.

I was so well-known, so plentiful, and so the peach blossoms were so rich, he laughed at me, “If I were not with you, I would have deleted them all. I’m sorry.

I’m not moving. I’m sorry.

“Ooh. I’m sorry.

He kept talking to the girl, and I was bored, and I took out the note in my pocket.

Don’t mention it. It’s beautiful. It’s artistic.

That means it’s hard to figure out.

I’m in the fog, and I’m in the air, and I’m in the cold, “Isn’t this a song?” I’m sorry.

The lyrics? I’m sorry.

“Yeah, I was singing at the bar the other day, and the last little girl liked it. I’m sorry.

“Oh? I’m sorry.

As if it were as though I had come up with joy, and as if they had spoken: “The song did not sing with fire, but rather with a sound of fire, but a man died shortly after.” I’m sorry.

“But the song is really good. Do you want to hear it? I’m sorry.

If you don’t wait for me to answer, he slipped his finger and sent me a link to my phone: “What do you say? I’m sorry.

“Thank you, brother. I’m sorry.

In fact, I’m half a musician, but I really know what pop music is, and I finally understand that this is a two-person song.

It was just that when the baron came out, the first half of it was pale, and I had never heard a voice, as if my soul had been pulled out of it, and it had drifted into the fog with a silk-like voice, floating in the clouds for a long time.

After hearing one song, both of them stood up with goose bumps.

No wonder it’s on fire.

I couldn’t help but read the link and looked at the name of the singer.

Maestro: Jiang Boang.

Hiss…

Why does that name look familiar?

11,

Back home, I couldn’t help but search for more information about Boang and try to solve the mystery.

There’s pictures of every encyclopaedia, and the men are very young, and they don’t look more than 30 years old, and they grow up, and they look like they’re all a little thin.

Because it’s black and white, and it gives people a cold and sad feeling.

And look at the life…

It’s been more than two years.

The man died strangely, suffering from depression at the peak of his career, and died in hospital after taking an overdose of sleeping pills.

Why kill yourself when you’re young?

And compared to the person smiling in that picture, is there a coincidence in the world?

At this point, the song continues to circulate, with a small room full of beautiful and purified lines, as if it came from another dimension, with unstoppable dynamism and enthusiasm.

I can’t believe that this beautiful voice is still there, and the man who can sing it is gone.

11,

I can’t sleep at night, and I’m back in bed, and I’ve got the word “cat, space.”

A top theory is interesting.

“The cat’s beard is a very sensitive sensor that can be identified and sensed using changes in pressure caused by air vibration. I’m sorry.

It was only on the details page that it was discovered that the blogger’s head was also fat orange.

There seems to be a lot of research into time and space, almost all of these theories in each other’s blogs, but more of a self-expression than a scientific argument, for example: “If a cat leads the way, in some cases it can act as an eye and be hundreds of thousands of times more sensitive and precise than humans. I’m sorry.

It’s pretty scientific and it’s a little bit of genre.

I’m very poor at physics, and I can’t understand the logic, so my cat probably passed some way to reach three years ago…

And that’s when Jiang Boang was alive?

Since it can go by itself, I wonder if I can bring other living things…

I have to say, this idea is too dangerous.

To counter some temptation, I slapping myself.

Don’t even think about it. I’m sorry.

The crumbs were clapping in the room, and the director was standing by my pillow, and then quietly jumped on my chest and stepped on his milk.

Fuck…

For a long time, it’s heavier than before.

12,

I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep.

When I saw the director, I thought of the $100,000 I had stolen.

Three years ago, I got a place to go to the U.S., but Mom and Dad are divorced, and they’re asking me to go home and die, and each one of them has an obligation of 50,000.

However, before I had a passport ready to leave, Kari’s money had disappeared.

I called the police and went to the bank, but it was all over, and the bank even issued a security certificate and signed it, proving that I took the money.

That’s it. I’ve had three years.

When I thought about three, if not three, years in the future, I put my claws to my own family a few days later.

“The mayor of trouble. I’m sorry.

Yes.

An arrogant citrus, a hamster, and a parrot who can’t fly, that’s all I live.

After that, I saw the head of the hall walking gently and running to the 404 gate.

The evening is about to come, and this lazy, fat orange is waiting for nothing, and the furs around the collar are blowing up, and it’s a bit of attention.

In the middle, the red sunset sank outside the window, and the twilight as the sea, gradually dyed the walls into glitter.

It was late, but fast, and suddenly, in the face of an eye-sharp refraction on the iron door, the director made a terrible meow.

It’s sprinting!

It is said that no matter how fast the prey moves, it is a slow shot in the eyes of the cat.

The scene cannot be depicted in words, but it does happen – because it’s so full of swollen bodies that it just disappears!

And I’m in the back, scared to death!

Oh, shit!

Wait, I’m not ready!

In the front, the iron door’s hardness has disappeared.

It’s like passing through a layer of water, and after a moment of deafness, the stress is released, and it’s light.

Open your eyes again, it is not a cold empty house, but a living room full of sunshine.

A young man with his head down, a long neck, sitting under a window and reading as if he had heard a noise, looked up with some confusion.

“Hello. I’m sorry.

I got up from the ground and patted the dirt on my knees, and there was some tension that I couldn’t control.

“I’m here to see my cat. I’m sorry.

13,

In the sun, the other side’s look is half-transparent, and it takes a long time to come back.

“So you’re looking for me to pay for it? I’m sorry.

I swear.

That’s the best sound I’ve heard in 20 years.

Jiang Boang himself was thin and tall, and his skin was white, so he was timid and cold, but with that watery voice, there was an atmosphere of beauty and luxuriousness.

Even if it wasn’t for the brain, I couldn’t help but have a fever.

“Well, no. No matter how much you pay, I won’t give you the cat. I’m sorry.

The other side turned against the light, and the shadows were calm and silent: “How can you prove that the cat is yours? I’m sorry.

The voice has just fallen, and the director is among us, with a subtle sound.

It’s not hard to prove it. After all, the invoice for the vaccine is in my pocket, but once I get it out, it’s a lie!

“Well, let’s leave it to ourselves. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I went back to the men’s corner and downed myself with my hands on fat oranges:

Chief, come here.

Director? I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

It seems that some of them almost laughed, but the smile was like the sun behind the clouds, and it just disappeared.

“It’s called Domingo. I’m sorry.

“Then let’s call each other and see who it’s for. I’m sorry.

By default, Jiang Boang dropped the book in his hand and took a few steps back.

I didn’t mean to take a look at the cover of that book.

Huh?

The Sea’s Daughter?

Just a little while, we’re on our own, we’re waiting, we’re calling each other.

Fat oranges are in the middle, and there seems to be some discomfort.

“Domingo, Domingo…”

The voice of Jiang Boang appears to have become more moving and confusing, and it seems that the fat oranges have swayed, and I lay down and waved towards the cats.

After a few seconds, the director finally came to me with a bow.

Which cat can resist the temptation to step on her milk?

I put fat oranges in my arms, and I purposely snored the cat: “A good governor, rich and not a whore, a good cat with only bones!” I’m sorry.

After that, Jiang Boang looked at us for a long time without talking.

When I picked up the cat to leave, he suddenly made a sound and even whispered.

“We can actually raise it together. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

I smudged my face with a bit of confusion: “No other meaning, but I don’t understand why.” I’m sorry.

The other side looked down.

Language is not strong, but it is irrefutable.

‘Cause it comforted me. I’m sorry.

14.

I snuck up on Fat Orange in the middle of the kitchen.

“Are you going to be a pretty girl at night? I’m sorry.

In response, the Director responded with a tenderness.

Bad.

Even I can’t understand why a stranger’s request should be granted.

In fact, since my parents divorced, I’ve been living alone for 10 years, and I’ve rarely been soft.

Perhaps I lived in a lonely world and felt the world’s worst cold, so, like the sprawling of waves, I became, in passing times, a monster that only seized warmth.

Maybe it’s not cold enough, maybe it’s the same mood anyway.

I promised to share a fat orange with Jiang Boang.

When the terms were agreed, the other side became more generous and understanding than ever before, and promised to cover all of the dietary expenses of fat oranges, all of which were dressed with my prior consent, and never again.

He kindly invited me to stay for dinner.

I’m trying to resist this temptation, and I’m touching my pocket with only one ID.

Shit, it’s too soon.

Forget the money.

Jiang Boang seems happy with my stay.

He put a bowl in front of me and went into the kitchen alone.

It’s a small bowl of porcelain, with a white-cut beef bar in it, and it looks like it’s tempting, and I saw the other in the kitchen working so hot that I grabbed a bite.

Mmm.

Dry fragrance! It’s delicious!

The director was walking around under his feet, screaming, and I was so busy covering the bowl, “It’s mine.” I’m sorry.

Then he took a piece to his mouth, and fed it while he was rejoicing: “What shall I eat and what shall you eat, and see if I am good to you?” I’m sorry.

That’s it. Thanks to our efforts, that stale pile of meat was almost half empty.

The sound of doubt is suddenly coming from above the head.

“This is for Domingo. I’m sorry.

♪ I can’t ♪

I’m just saying that “Domingo” is another name for the director.

Behind him, when Boang was coming out, with two flat discs in his hand, he put them on both sides of the table, one by one, with a whole steak of gravy on them, in a hot air.

The air is a little condensed.

And it seemed as if he had come to an understanding, and delivered a set of tableware: “Eat first, if you are hungry, then I shall make a salad.” I’m sorry.

Of course, this time I’m afraid to eat, and I just sit and wait.

And look at the director, he’s already taken out the leftovers of the china bowl, and he’s looking at my steaks in my bowl, and I’m feeling a little delicate, and I’m just laughing at myself.

“Director, you’re rich, don’t forget. I’m sorry.

He sits opposite me, pulls his cuffs up a little bit and behaves well.

“Don’t worry, eat. I’m sorry.

We are not talking, so we eat in relative silence.

The sunset passed without realizing it, with a dark cloud of lead gray outside the window.

When I finished eating, I volunteered to wash the dishes, and when I came out, Jiang Boang had returned to the sofa under his window and was still looking in his hand with a book, and the director lays on his stomach as a water-squirting, a quiet and quiet look.

Right now.

The summer bug is silent for me, silence is the fat orange tonight.

It’s dark, it’s not good to live in a room alone, and I’m squeezing the only identity card in my pocket for a while.

“Well, I should go. I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

The big iron door opened.

The iron door is closed.

After that, I had the mayor in my pocket on both sides, and the governor on the other side, lying at the door.

I thought about coming, but I didn’t know what to do.

I’m sorry.

If Shirai wants to go, maybe we can find a few days to deal with it.

They were crouching in their legs, and the door behind them opened, and a dark light was pouring out on the earth.

I stood up nervously.

A tall man stands in the middle of an open iron door, with a clear voice, flowing into his heart like a spring.

“Are you in trouble? I’m sorry.

16

There’s one thing I can’t say.

To take my feelings into account, I even left the key to the door and said I could stay in a hotel outside the street.

Naturally, I couldn’t get the owner out of the house, and then he gave me the guest room key and told me that there was a chain on the back of the door and double insurance.

Ah, that’s not it.

So the first night passed so thinly.

Early in the morning, the first thing I did was go to that bank to make up the bank card and take out the whole $100,000.

After such a huge sum of money, which was unsettling everywhere, I went back with my bag on my way back to the bouquet, and hesitated to go where I met Bogwang.

“You’re going out?” I’m sorry.

“Well, go shopping at the supermarket. I’m sorry.

“Oh. I’m sorry.

He walked a few steps forward and suddenly stopped to ask me.

“Shall we go?”

There was a large community supermarket at the entrance to the bouquet, left and left, and I went with him with my money, but I walked along, and it became apparent that the other side was going slower than the average.

I was anxious to hide my money, so I was a little anxious, and I stopped and waited for him several times and laughed with tolerance.

“I couldn’t walk fast, since I was a kid. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“It’s the leg. I’m sorry.

When he said that, I couldn’t help but glance at the two straight legs: “Yes? I can’t see it.” I’m sorry.

Look carefully, it seems that there is some difference in the thickness of the soles.

I did not speak any more, but rather slowed down in silence and tried to do the same.

It’s the weekend with a lot of people in the supermarket, and we’ve spent more than an hour queuing, and we’ve got a lottery for shopping TOP, and we’ve got one in the country.

I can’t let go with that little Macalon camera, and I can’t give up the bag, and I can’t give up my head. I’m sorry.

“No, I’m just looking. I’m sorry.

“This is what a girl likes. I can’t hold it. I’m sorry.

“Yes, thank you! I’m sorry.

I took this gift and thought I’d treat each other for dinner.

‘Cause it’s early, and I helped him bring up the big buns of meat upstairs, and I saw fat orange lying on the floor as soon as I came in. In front of the door, there was a barrage of vomit, which came to me because of the rush and almost fell in place.

“What happened to it? What happened to it? I’m sorry.

In a state of extreme panic, he failed several times to organize his language, which seemed even more anxious than my rightful owner.

And I touched the back of his ear, and the body was soft and the temperature was normal, and I reassured him, “I’ll take him to the pet hospital outside the district, and you walk slowly behind him, and you won’t be in a hurry.” I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

If it’s any consolation, they’re calming down, and they’re getting a transparent pet backpack from the door and helping me put fat oranges in it.

There’s a pet hospital outside the bouquet, and the nurse took the cat and carried it straight to blood.

Then I sat at the door with a big bag of money, and suddenly the bells were ringing and I came in with a young couple.

The boy was staring at me as soon as he came in, and I was trying to stop my face.

They came a few steps and held me tight.

What are you doing here?

No problem.

I should be in school at this point.

So I pointed to the veterinary office, and I explained in vague terms, “My cat is sick. I’m sorry.

“You hate cats the most. Since when do I have cats behind my back? I’m sorry.

Yu Quang, who is handsome, has failed in his emotional management, listening to him shout, and the girl next to him whispers his sleeve: “A Queen, keep your voice down. I’m sorry.

It’s pulling, the wind bells are ringing again, and the door goes into a thin, slender figure, and I waved at him.

“Kang Boang, here!”

“Fuck you, you don’t just carry a cat behind my back, you have a man behind my back.” I’m sorry.

“What are you talking about? I’m sorry.

And when I was not so angry at him, he was so angry, he came to me slowly, and he was gentle.

“This is…

“I’m small. I’m sorry.

“Well, my little cat’s always scratching his neck, so I got a look at her.” I’m sorry.

Says she pulled out of her backpack an eyeful.

I looked bald and said, “This is a cat.” I’m sorry.

“Oh, really?”

“Don’t listen to her. She hates cats. How can she know cats? I’m sorry.

Hiss…

The fist is hard.

Just in time, the nurse took the director out.

“Who’s Miss White?”

I haven’t heard from him, and Jiang Boang has gone up, “Doctor, what’s the reason it’s vomiting? I’m sorry.

“In the case of inflammation, it’s food poisoning. Better lose an anti-inflammation pill. Who’ll pay for it? I’m sorry.

Seeing a man go, he hit me with his elbow: “Your boyfriend? It doesn’t look good…

“No talking can shut up. I’m sorry.

“Ooh. “Why didn’t you pick me?” Is he better-looking or richer than me? I’m sorry.

Not far away, the girl is talking to the nurse, and I’m a little impressed with her, it seems to be the longest girlfriend in the open, and it’s just a break.

Looking at the exulting faces of old friends, my heart began to grow aversion.

“Isn’t that right?”

“What? I’m sorry.

“I said I would never choose a man who doesn’t love himself. I’m sorry.

At this moment, I stare at each other’s frozen smiles, and my tongue is full of malice: “How can I love someone who doesn’t love him?” I’m sorry.

“…”

Yu Quan was tanned by my rare, meanness, and left without waiting for his girlfriend with the cat.

Not far away, the river is standing with a cat.

Looks like we’ve been pulled to the bottom of our eyes.

18.

On the way back, I had some regrets.

As a result, even the opportunity to borrow money from him was extinguished.

I don’t want to move the $100,000. I just want to hold the time back to the bank.

When I got back to 404, when he thought I was in heat, he poured me a glass of ice-cream, let me sit near the air conditioner, and when he was busy, he opened a bag of saline water with his hands to feed fat oranges.

“You’re so good for cats, you’re better for family, right? I’m sorry.

And lo! lo! lo! the gushing of the luminous lips!

Unlike the usual smug smile, the smile was deep, even a little moving, a little shy: “Why?” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“Someone sees me being nice to a cat and always says I’m not so good to my parents…”

“That’s bullshit. “I don’t care, “What’s better for a pet than a parent, of course?”

“Not necessarily. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

Without waiting for me to react, the other side had put a salt water bag in his hand and turned on me.

“Miss White, I have something to ask you. I’m sorry.

“What’s that?”

The man was calm, but he threw out a death question: “I remember, I didn’t give you a name before. I’m sorry.

“So, how did you know my name was Jiang Boang? I’m sorry.

The man looks warm and gentle, but can’t be a fool.

At this moment, the other side looked at me in silence, not far away, and described calm but implied pressure, and my lips swung, “That, I…”

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

“In fact…”

“I’m actually a fan.” I’m sorry.

“…”

Before the other side became suspicious, I explained, “Don’t believe it, I know you’re singing loudly in the theatre, and you’ve been powdered! I’m sorry.

“Really? I’m sorry.

Of course it is true that Jiang Boang worked in one of the theatres until he became famous.

When he believed in him, I took a few steps and held the hand in good faith: “Then I knew that you were the other master of the Chief, and that’s where we came from.” I’m sorry.

Maybe I’m holding it too tight and the eyes of a man shudder like paper.

“You let go first. I’m sorry.

“Oh, good.”

And We cast out our hands except for the face of Jiang Boang, which is as white as fine as a fine porcelain, as if it had been covered with a layer of bloated fat, and had dizzled out the powder with a great speed.

The atmosphere is getting weird.

I think it’s a letter. He didn’t renominate.

And after that, we’re two sides of the same coin, and there’s a fat orange in the middle.

I have to say, the atmosphere is getting weirder.

Before this weird atmosphere fermented, I had to pack my bag and say goodbye to him.

Of course not really leave.

Out of 404, I went straight to the fire escape, and I was going to go back in the evening and put the money in the bag, so that at most one round trip would be all right.

In an hour or so, the dusk comes, the wind comes out of the window, the sun goes down like the sea, and the air bulges like usual.

I tried to imitate fat oranges, but two head irons, except for the door, had nothing to gain.

And that precious moment, and the resonance of the eye, and the heavy iron door, and the inorganic cold,

Maybe my screams are so sad, the next minute the door opens.

There was a man’s hand on the door frame, a very high-quality ivory skin, symmetrical, small hand, but short palm, so he had a long finger.

The master of this hand, looking at me with a confused face.

It was clearly dangerous to walk in a strange place with a large amount of money, so I covered my sour nose with tears.

“Well, can you keep me for another night? I’m sorry.

There seems to be a lot of resistance, and Jiang Boang agrees.

I borrowed a computer from him, and I was taken directly to the study, with a desktop, a pen, and a wheelchair in the corner.

As I look at the wheelchair with a bit of curiosity, the eyes of the men are so heavy, and the memories are so faint: “This is the only place to sit every time I’m done with the operation, and I can be like this, because my parents took me for a dozen treatments. I’m sorry.

If he doesn’t say so, it’s just two long, straight ones wrapped in shorts.

“What about the aunts and uncles? I’m sorry.

“A few years ago. I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth with a little regret for my own mistakes, and Jiang Boang laughed.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry.

He left soon, and I turned on my computer, and I started searching for cat, time and space-related entries, and I found a few pages that looked familiar.

Hiss…

This account came up three years ago?

It is worth mentioning that the latest account number was published 15 minutes ago.

“Cats are hundreds and thousands of times more sensitive than humans, so how can humans imitate them is less than one percent accurate and some efforts are destined to be futile. I’m sorry.

What does that mean?

Without fat orange, I’ll stay?

The alarm went out, and I looked across the page with the blogger, and I didn’t know the time was running out.

Interestingly, there are hundreds of developments in each other ‘ s files, almost all of which are related to the theory of cat-time travel, and although few visitors are up to date, the information on the top is also very popular.

“Time is a long river, and it is extremely rare to divide, but even if the tributaries happen by chance, once the cause of change has been eliminated, they will be merged into the only result. I’m sorry.

Moment? Merge? Only?

…unidentified.

And if you return to the past, remember that you must not be in contact with yourself in the same time, otherwise all efforts will be lost. I’m sorry.

Wait.

Yeah?

Don’t wait till I get it. I’ll eat if you knock on the door.

I sat at the table, and I kept the last phrase in my head, and I looked at each other in the face.

He’s slowly blushing.

I’ve even looked at me a few times, and my hands on the table were tight, and then it was loose, and I didn’t know what to worry about.

No. Did he get something wrong?

I was too busy to drink water, and I only listened to each other coughing: “As the owner of Domingo, Miss White can call me Light.” I’m sorry.

“Oh oh. I’m sorry.

“And I’m going to go outside in two days… and if you need it, you can stay here for a few days. I’m sorry.

So he’s really gonna say it, actually?

He even gave me a copy of his home’s keys as a sign of good faith. I was flattered by that trust: “If you share the rent, I can give you the rent.” I’m sorry.

“No, really. “This house is too big to live alone.” I’m sorry.

After a moment of hesitation, I nodded my head.

The fluffy touch from the foot is that the fat orange is swimming by the foot, and it’s raising its head and it’s whispering to me.

Wait a minute. What’s with the contempt?

I’m really just touched by the man I’m talking about.

22

I moved to the Dynasty District two months later.

There is plenty of time to go back.

So I spent the night and decided to hide the huge sum under the guest bed, and to return to the account only a few months later.

After that, you can go back to your old days.

I just hid my money, and Jiang Boang knocked outside and invited me to a movie.

According to him, the tickets were previously issued to employees by the theatre, as no one was watching them together, and they were about to expire and left at home. It’s all right. I agree.

Just a little bit of disagreement after we got to the cinema.

He suggested that there was a recent love film that was very touching, and I wanted to see a recent hot video of the war, both of them taking a stand, and finally decided to watch both.

In the afternoon, it’s a spy.

Actors are good, fights are good, but the play is really bad.

I couldn’t hold it back until about 40 minutes. I couldn’t help it.

Someone stood up and covered me with something. I woke up cold, I saw the hall lights bright and the shirt was still on me.

And then look at each other, there’s only one short sleeve in the big air-conditioning room.

“When is it?” I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s over. I’m sorry.

I said, “…”

Next is the second one, the night slot.

It’s hard for me to pay for it, buy a barrel of popcorn and send two packs of paper, which I threw in my pocket.

There are so many eight-point couples that we have to sit between two couples, and the movie hasn’t started, and there have been embarrassing voices on both sides.

It’s good to see a movie about a girl who walks through a door of time and finally meets a true love.

Despite the old pattern, the actor’s performance has been very disheartening, especially in the face of the peaks, and the moment when two people in love embrace each other, it has been a tear-throwing moment.

I was just told by the sound of the cold that the air conditioner was frozen.

I didn’t realize I ran out of two bags of paper in my pocket.

And on the way back, they asked how the movie was, and I just said, “I’ve never seen a movie like this, but it’s okay.” I’m sorry.

“Really?”

Jiang Boang laughed and handed me another bag of paper.

“Did the boy who was in the hospital before go after you?” I’m sorry.

“No, he just likes to play. I’m sorry.

“In fact, what you said at the hospital the other day was that a person who loved himself deserved to be loved and that he had to be special. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

And suddenly I was glorified, and I couldn’t think, and he stopped and asked me, “Did you have a relationship?” I’m sorry.

I was like, “No. I’m sorry.

“Me neither. I’m sorry.

Says he smiles a little and puts his hands in his pocket and goes straight ahead.

23,…

Go back to 404, it’s late.

After saying good night to each other, I went back to the guest room and came out for water before I found the living room light on.

A black silk nightgown, which leans on the sofa, bares a strong chest from its mouth, shatters with black eyes, and has a book on its hands, while the chief lies on his knees, and both are lazy.

I admit I’m a little jealous.

I don’t know if I envy that man or that fat orange.

“What are you looking at?” I’m sorry.

“The daughter of the sea.” I’m sorry.

Oh, still that one.

I was just leaving, and I was told, “It’s an interesting story about a cold-blooded monster that learns to love to become human.” I’m sorry.

♪ I can’t ♪

This is the same one I saw?

“No, isn’t this a story of a love brain? I’m sorry.

“When did you read this book? I’m sorry.

“…the second grade of primary school. I’m sorry.

“That’s right. It’s famous because it needs a second reading. I’m sorry.

He said that the river was free to drink water, and its smooth throat was smooth and smooth, and at this point I was like a dangerous, elegant beast.

“As a child, it’s an understanding. Growing up, it’s another understanding, isn’t it? I’m sorry.

That makes sense. I’m not saying anything.

The next morning, Jiang Boang started packing.

He left me the English-language version of “The Daughter of the Sea” in particular, saying that it would be more touching.

I took it, but it’s very likely that it won’t even look.

When they were finished, they seemed to ask me, “Yes, I’m leaving tomorrow. What are you doing today? I’m sorry.

“Ang”?

The voice of Jiang Boang is so sweet that I feel sorry for myself at one time, and at this moment I see what I see in each other’s eyes, and suddenly I shine.

“Shall we sing k or not?”

An hour later, we were in a Quantum KTV.

Most of them are students, so I can’t think of a peace between them with their shirts and their pants and my heels.

I bought a box and then I ordered some high-sounding songs, and when I put the microphone in each other’s hands, I sat on the couch and looked up to him.

“What do you want to hear?”

“No Capital!”

“Good. I’m sorry.

He smiled with a gentle smile, with a microphone in his hand, with his lips.

I have to say, a poor machine doesn’t in any way detract from that beautiful quality of voice, and the flow of water tends to flow in the ear, light and silky, and my little soul pulls down to such a limit, and it’s like a demented hysteria!

“It’s beautiful! I’m sorry.

At the end of the song, I stood up and applauded, and I said, “Anco,” and the other had to continue singing the second song, in a state of shock, with a bit of connivance.

It is only then that I find that his demands on me do not seem to be rejected.

I’ve heard three songs and my hands are stinging, and I’m going to blow a few rainbow butts, and there’s a bang on the door.

I opened a door, and there were a couple of young people out there dressed up by students who were excited to talk and look in my curiosity.

“Who was that singing? Can we meet?”

“Yes, yes. May I meet you?”

“No!”

Mad.

It’s embarrassing to be surrounded.

I don’t even want the rest of the time in the box, and I’ve been working on the wrists of Boang, and they run through the crowd.

Two red and green lights passed and entered a street park before and after.

At the beginning of the hour, the horse and horse seemed tired, sitting on a bench by the street, and spread out to me: “In fact, if you want to hear a song, I can sing it to you alone. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“You said I was a fan. I’m sorry.

And in the blurry, it seems that something is changing in a violent manner, and in a moment I have a tongue.

“But, but it’s just a fan…”

“If it has to be a closer relationship…” And in the face of my obnoxious eyes, “as we all like cats, we can get to know each other. I’m sorry.

At this moment, the wind shines on his dark hair, and he looks at me with a single eye, and is silent.

“So, shall we try?”

At this moment, the twilight is closing and silent.

In the stars, I hear my heart beating.

The river is like a strange and charming abyss, and he will fall into pieces.

It is well written on the encyclopedia that he died in a cold winter, before the negative news squeezed, but after his death, many people strangulated him to be the youngest and most talented sonic singer of the twenty-first century.

Now this abyss destined for destruction is before me.

It’s more tempting because of danger.

And the next day, before he left, we had breakfast together, and he rubbed his mouth with a white towel, and it was a nice move: “Think about yesterday. I’m sorry.

“You have a week before I get back. I’m sorry.

After that, he left without returning his head.

Scum like that.

In order to avoid confusion, I began to watch “The daughter of the sea” and the director was sitting at my feet, eating the salmon in the tub.

If I had to look into it, Jiang Boang was better for me.

No, you can’t!

I don’t want to be a widow!

I gave myself a hard time, and I finally decided to start reading.

Don’t tell me that after years of reading this fairy tale, I did see some thought-provoking details, and I became fascinated, and I didn’t even hear the knocks from the outside.

It didn’t react until it got stronger.

“Who is it?”

“Are you there?”

I ran to the door, looked through the cat’s eyes, and there was an old man dressed in plain clothes with white hair.

“Who are you?”

“We’re his parents! I’m sorry.

26,…

Hey…

I thought you said his parents were dead.

I was afraid to open the door, but I cried through it: “He is not at home, so call him if anything happens.” I’m sorry.

“What’s his number?”

Drink, you can’t even pretend to be parents without a phone?

Now I’m afraid to open the door, so the two of them shot the door in the air, and for half a day, maybe I didn’t respond and the two old people left.

We opened the door and looked at it, and only the door was full of cigarettes.

I thought it was just an accident, and one day I went out, and I came back and saw two old men in front of the door, and one of them was an indecency psychotic.

I was standing at the elevator door, taking out the phone I just bought and pretending to play, and I recorded all the videos that actually knocked them down. Although pixels were bad, people were identified and their voices were clear.

It was like he was tired, he threw his arm, and he said, “This place is not cheap. My father should have sent me away. I’m sorry.

“Imbecile, you’re okay. How can I give you away? I’m sorry.

The old lady said the young man, and she said the old man: “If it wasn’t for you, would you not recognize us? I’m sorry.

The old man’s response was to smoke a cigarette.

After a while of fighting, the three finally gave up and pushed in the direction of the elevator.

Not to mention that this young man, although he is in a mood of dyslexia, is a little bit like Jiang Boang, and I went back to the other side of the fire.

It took a long time to get back to 404.

Needless to say, the door was a cigarette, and I tried to open it with the key, but it couldn’t fit in the lock.

Look closely, it’s filled with shredded paper.

27,

I’ve had an exciting time in the days when Jiang Boang was gone.

I can contact him or call the police at any time, but I’m curious what else this family can hold.

Until the sixth day, when they were not satisfied with the day, they threw the door at night, and I couldn’t stand it, so I called Jiang Boang.

“When are you coming back? I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“Just care. I’m sorry.

“Come on, now.” I’m sorry.

“Oh, I’ll wait. I’m sorry.

“Okay, good work. I’m sorry.

Well, I’m not as hard as he thinks I am.

Because those three guys are always blocking the door, I’ve eaten almost all the frozen food in the house, and even a few days of cookies and bread, it’s fading out of my mouth.

During the day, I was going out and the group came back and seemed to know that I was in there, and the young man was walking through the door.

“Sister, open the door! I’m sorry.

The two old men changed their ways, one race, one race, one race, one race, one race, and one race, one race, and one race, one race, one race, and one race, one race, one race, one race, and one race, one race, one race, one race, and one race, one race, one race, and one race, one race, and one race, one race, and one race, one race, and one race, one race, and one race, and one race, one race, and one race, and one race, and the other, one race, and the other, one race, and the other, one race, and the other, and the other, the other, and the other, the other, and the other, and the other, the other, and the other, the other, and the other, and the other, and the other, the other, the other, and the other, the other, and the other, the other, and the other, the other, and the other, the other, the other, and the other, and the other, and the other, and the other, and the other, and the other, and the other I’m sorry.

Yes! You let us in and take the heat, right? I’m sorry.

What the fuck?

What’s a daughter-in-law?

The farce is growing, and suddenly, there is an acrimonious footsteps outside the door, followed by a cold drink.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

When I heard that familiar voice, I looked forward to it, and I went to open the door, and I only saw the wind and dusty servants standing outside the door with their bags on their backs, placing their cell phones at three people in the cold.

“I’ve called the police. Get out of here if you don’t want to get caught. I’m sorry.

When I saw him across the street, the air shrunk for some reason.

“What brother?”

“Look, if you look, we are like brothers.” I’m sorry.

Indeed, while they look alike, they may be responsible for the quality and accumulation of the two, and they appear to be people of both worlds.

“You don’t recognize me, you recognize your parents.”

“The police are five minutes away. I’m sorry.

“…”

It was said that the man gave him a hard-on with his finger and left with a “wait for me” gruesome look and left with two old people ash.

Half an hour ago, I ordered that flat arm in front of me.

“They are?”

“They have nothing to do with me. I’m sorry.

“Oh, I’m starving if you don’t come back. I’m sorry.

“You don’t ask me anything else? I’m sorry.

“Nothing to ask. I’m sorry.

As if it were the first time I was known to you, the embroidered face was turned into a light, light laugh.

“What do you want to eat? I’m sorry.

28,

It is clear that Jiang Boang is reluctant to talk about a couple of parents who appear in the air.

He didn’t say anything, I didn’t spy on people’s personal interests, and I read “The daughter of the sea” when I was free, and I left a lot of consciousness on the digest.

The book has a number of handwritings left by its owners, and there is a fine line on the front page: “The mermaid has disappeared and can no longer hear her singing, and there are foams left on the waves and brown algae. I’m sorry.

It’s very young.

It’s a day of reading. The doorbell is ringing.

Looking through a cat’s eye, that’s a mid-aged man wearing a duck tongue cap with a camera. I’m scared as soon as I hear the bell, and I dare to ask from the door: “Who are you? I’m sorry.

“Hello, Mr. Jiang. I was commissioned by the producer to make him a media matrix. I’m sorry.

Listening to each other’s voice, I opened the door, I came in and spoke, and the other saw a cat crouching on the ground, and it was bright.

“Mr. Jiang has cats? I’m sorry.

“Ahem, something like that. I’m sorry.

The man listened, took a camera on his shoulder, gave Fat Orange a few close-ups while taking pictures, explaining: “The creation of a cat-friendly person will make Teacher Jiang more popular with young people.” I’m sorry.

“Oh oh. I’m sorry.

As the Lord was still in the study, I cried out, and he took his hat off and showed a bright head: “Sensei Jiang, I didn’t know your girlfriend was here to disturb you.” I’m sorry.

“She hasn’t promised me yet.” I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“Come on in. I’m sorry.

After that, the two went to the study room and had a full hour to chat, and when they came out, the middle-aged man saw me sitting on the sofa with a cat and noding.

“In these two days, Mr. Jiang’s Weibo is on the line, so remember to keep him focused on his dynamics. I’m sorry.

Unidentified.

When people left, I snuck into the study and said, “Are you on fire?” I’m sorry.

In response, the river’s light is just a small mouth: “No easy way. I’m sorry.

Looks like he’s holding an orange cat, holding it heavy, and he doesn’t seem to mind the fire.

Oh, it’s from the last Supermarket prize, but it’s never been taken away. I took up the camera and raised it to him. I’m sorry.

At this moment, young men hold orange cats in their arms, white veils fall, and the bright sun seems to be warmer, and a pair of dark bellies softly: “Shall we take pictures? I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

“Come on. I’m sorry.

He seems to have taken a few pictures, but still smiled in a few manners, as I finished the film, and soon threw up a photograph, which I gave him after the heat: “Sign it again.” I’m sorry.

Then I return to my own time, perhaps with this photograph, as a precious memory of the time I spent with this man.

The other side never refused me and took the photo and wrote a line.

“Jang Boang, September 2017.”

A few fine little words, dry ink, but shocking.

29,…

The whole process of “Fire” in the river is actually more intuitive than those written in the media.

Over the next two months, people from all walks of life came to the door almost every day to talk about cooperation, and sometimes Jiang Boang invited people to come in, to talk briefly about a couple of sentences, more often closed.

We go to the supermarket again, and occasionally we encounter people pointing at him for whispering or coming straight up to sign.

At the end of the day, even stalking became a routine.

Jiang Boang had to install cameras in the corridor at his own expense and, at his repeated request, security in the sector had to be strengthened considerably.

It’s a rare day for him to leave, to hide in his home, to make a lot of eel chips, to dress up with a plate and chat with me, “This whole piece is for you as a snack, and it’s for Domingo. I’m sorry.

I ate fish and said, “Thank you, you’re so sweet. I’m sorry.

“Well, maybe we could live in another security-enhanced neighborhood together in the future, with more complete and comfortable facilities. What do you think? I’m sorry.

“I?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

And when he was in a position of certainty, my heart was in a state of panic, and suddenly I was caught by a parable of absurdity: “No, no, how will your future include me?” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

“This is impossible. I’m sorry.

The other one was a bit murky, and he said to himself, “Yes, my leg…”

“It’s not like that, you’re fine. I’m sorry.

I was ashamed, and I couldn’t even look at that disappointed eye: “But I have what I have to do, I can’t stay here too long.” I’m sorry.

“You must go?”

“…mmm. I’m sorry.

The rumour is that Jiang Boang was silent, and it took a long time to respond.

“I see. I’m sorry.

30,

It is easy for a lonely person to think of others as salvation.

But I can’t stop thinking about other people’s lives.

I knew I couldn’t stay, and the next day I packed up and moved out of the big house.

Only a note of farewell was left at the entrance.

Out of some inexplicable mind, it was not too far away, but rather a cheap hotel in front of the district, which ran a few wedding yards before and after the National Day and earned another $20,000.

It’s just late at night, looking at each other’s tweets, something doesn’t feel good.

His account had been in place for more than a month, and the fans had already been more than a million, although in a state of obese day-to-day and theatre announcements, I had been able to look at it for a long time and had a little crush.

After two months, I can give the money back to the old “me” and leave with the director.

31,

Half a month has passed, and I think I’ve forgotten the river.

Until I walked through the door of the block and saw a banner pulled on it.

“Is it a human deficit or a moral loss for a famous baronet to eat beef for a cat’s parents? I’m sorry.

In addition to this, the stretchers have found a number of journalists from nowhere. The locusts are blocked in front of the district, security is out of control and the police are being called.

Back in the day, the doorway to the quiet neighborhood was now full of police cars.

I barely got into the neighborhood and I made a dozen calls to Jiang Boang on the way, but I couldn’t get through.

Turn on the microblogging, three hot searches on the list.

# The light is better for cats than for parents

# I don’t give my parents alimony #

# I’ve broken up with my parents

What?

I’m about to understand what that psychotic guy is saying.

In the days leading up to November, the temperature also began to come down, and the cold was blowing on people, causing a chill.

In the Internet era, public opinion has turned upside down overnight.

I was in a hurry to reach the 404 gate, and my hands hurt, and I didn’t see anyone answer the door, and I didn’t know if he was out, so I spent a day at the door.

Instead of crouching to the river, a few strangers arrived.

One of them looked familiar. He was a bald-headed middle-aged man who met me that day. “I’ll show my colleagues. How is Mr. Jiang? I’m sorry.

“We called him before, we couldn’t get through. I’m sorry.

“He’s not at the theater?”

“No!”

“Then he’s not alone…”

And behold the faces of a crowd, and behold, my heart was flustered.

Call the police! I’m sorry.

When the police broke into the door, they found the unconscious Kong Gwang in the room, where he was taken to hospital with all his hands.

The doctor examined the blood and diagnosed the poisoning caused by the overdose of the barbitor sleeping pills, which, fortunately, was brought to the hospital in time for no life risk.

And those who are on the bed at this moment, their lips are as tight as white petals.

And We made the covers for him, and he sat back in his chair, except for the dry lips, moving and spitting a word.

“…water. I’m sorry.

And We lifted him up, and fed him some water, and the eyelids of each other, as thin as paper, moved slightly, and looked around: “Where is this? I’m sorry.

“It’s a hospital. I’m sorry.

“Why am I here?”

I don’t know how to answer this, but Jiang Boang returned a little bit of his mind, so he recognized me as the person in front of him.

“You left, didn’t you? I’m sorry.

“…don’t go. I’m sorry.

“Really? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

He lay down and turned his face in it: “I do not believe.” I’m sorry.

I took a towel, wet it with hot water, rubbing on the pale wrists: “Believe or not, just don’t take so many sleeping pills from now on.

It’s suddenly blurry.

“I didn’t kill myself…”

“Do you believe it yourself? I’m sorry.

I just cried, “I almost got into the ICT yesterday, you know? I’m sorry.

“I’ve been insomnia lately. I just took a few more pills yesterday. Really! I’m sorry.

I don’t believe you!

“How can you believe that? I’m sorry.

As if no one had been able to shed tears, he sat up and hurriedly wiped his eyes from his cuffs.

“Don’t cry, I’ll never eat again, okay? I’m sorry.

In tears, the people in front of them become a thaw of the flow.

Young, alive.

I want to hold on to this beautiful man, but I am overwhelmed by confusion and profoundly powerless for an unknown future.

33 – 33

The next day we were out of the hospital.

One day and one night, the hot list was still there, and the criticism was still fermenting.

With regard to the news on the abandonment of foster parents in Jiang Boang, the highest transmission has gone up to 20,000 pluss, and in the meantime, he has been accused of losing his character and not being an artist.

I can’t help but look at the anger and build a trumpet and write a little piece as a friend of Jiang Boang’s.

Sadly, one night passed, only 33 read.

Why is the same 37-degree hand-knocking word that my flow is so cold?

I went to Jiang Boang, but I saw him sitting behind his computer in the library, and he didn’t look good.

When he saw me, he immediately shut down the page he was browsing at me, and it didn’t take long to look at me like a cat, but the weather that was clear outside the window suddenly sank and rained like rain.

It suits someone worse.

So I said, “It’s a good weather. I’m sorry.

“What’s good?” I’m sorry.

“It’s a good kiss, isn’t it? I’m sorry.

In the remaining light, the man’s mouth was squeezing and he rose.

I leaned down and touched the soft lips.

It was only a light kiss, but it lit up the dim five.

34

Go back to the guest room at night.

Once again, I turned the book “The daughter of the sea” and was seeing the little mermaid abandoning everything and chasing the prince to the human community.

Now, it may be a rough understanding to evaluate her behaviour with a mere mind of love.

It’s like I know it’s all gone, but I don’t regret it.

So I wrote a sentence in my note:

“Perhaps giving up is not a bad thing. I’m sorry.

This atrocity continues.

Over time, there has been an increase in online fighting against the river Boang.

As far as I understand it, not only did his original business have to be cancelled, but even the cooperation mailbox was filled with death threats and obscene language, and Jiang Boang had to set aside all his performances and keep himself at home every day.

Even worse, he began to sleep all night.

This evening, I went to the living room in the middle of the night to drink water, but found his room with a light on and finally knocked.

There was only one stitch, the black hair was messy and there was fog in the eyes: “Is there something wrong? I’m sorry.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m reading. I’m sorry.

I have to say, Jiang Boang is really kind.

Even in such a bad situation, he was still gentle and restrained from showing good emotional management and upbringing to me and his colleagues who visited him, except that I didn’t eat it: “What colored books do you read at night? I’m sorry.

“…”

“Well, it’s hard to sleep, and it’s just the last time I close my eyes…”

“Well, talk about it. I’m sorry.

I brought fat oranges: “There it is, the pipe was clean all night.” I’m sorry.

After that, we sat down and talked on the couch in the living room.

“A few years ago, when my parents died, they came to the door. I’m sorry.

The man said, “The white wrist was on the forehead, and the look was half-transparent: “I’ve had it before, I couldn’t move it, I didn’t think they’d come back here again, and they put it online. I’m sorry.

“So they’re your real parents? I’m sorry.

“Something. I’m sorry.

“I hope you understand, I don’t want to be a bad person because of this.”

“In fact, when I was four years old, they tried to throw me out because I had bad legs. I’m sorry.

Throw it out?

“Yes, tossed through the mountains and tossed the woods, except I found my own home. I’m sorry.

“…”

“I’ve had good memory since I was a kid, so until today, they sold me to a couple of teachers from the city, and they sold me $500. I’m sorry.

“So they want you to pay alimony now? I’m sorry.

“More than that, they want everything from my foster parents and the house. I’m sorry.

Hiss…

I’m talking to my tongue, and the man is filming his place, and he’s getting a little tired in his mouth: “Leave down, too. It’s spacious. I’m sorry.

“No, I’m not sleepy. I’m sorry.

“Come on. I’m sorry.

And I leaned in half, and behold, the fat orange on my side looked down at me and jumped on my chest.

As always, I stepped on my milk.

I pushed the cat aside, “No, I’ll sit down.” I’m sorry.

I fell in front of the silk pyjamas and my nose was filled with the cold smell of mint white tea.

“Why?”

“Why what? I’m sorry.

We have never been so close, but we feel extraordinaryly good, and that low line of voice murmurs in my ears and looks like a cello.

“Why did you choose to love me at my worst? I’m sorry.

Yeah, why?

It’s my mother’s heart.

I don’t know how to answer that, but he’s buried his face on my shoulder: “Really, it’s too bad, it’s like a nightmare. I’m sorry.

“I may be in pain, but you’re here, and it makes me feel good…”

I didn’t say anything. I just slipped around the shivering shoulder.

It’s amazing to be someone else, but it’s like you’re supposed to be your flesh and blood, and it’s like holding the whole world.

It’s nice because it’s fragile.

Because it’s good, and it’s more fragile.

The insomnia of Jiang Boang is getting worse the following days.

Following death threats, 404 people threw paint at the entrance for several days and I urged him to move to a hiding place, but he was refused.

“It’s no use, it’s exposed and violence will continue. I’m sorry.

I knew it would be harder for him to escape than to kill himself directly. I broke his net and showed him only a few TV plays with his hands tore the ghosts, hoping to be a little more positive.

That day, my colleagues in the theatre came to see him again and I quietly stopped the bald head while they were talking.

“Uncle, do you have a friend who’s a big V or a journalist? I’m sorry.

“Yes, why?”

I came up with my own vision, hissing and holding on to his chin, “No, but in that case you might be swept away by the same violence…”

“It’s okay, I’m prepared. I’m sorry.

“If you’re really determined, I can find you a media company, but it’s not cheap. I’m sorry.

“How much? I’m sorry.

“One hundred thousand start. I’m sorry.

Listen to what he said. I’m humming.

“A hundred thousand? I’m sorry.

“Yeah, it’s still up to Teacher Jiang. I didn’t make a difference.” I’m sorry.

I have to say, after he repeated it, I saw people re-emerging, even swinging.

“Sorry to bother you. I’m sorry.

I went back to Jiang Boang, but I couldn’t see people inside or outside, and I found the end of the corridor, except for the previously closed fire doors, which were draught in the hallway.

When I finally found it on the roof, I saw the familiar thin height standing on the side of a short wall, staring at the lead gray sky.

The wind blows his thin shirt, like a white bird that flies away at any moment.

When I was in my heart, I couldn’t help but stand there and shout:

“What are you doing?

“Bring the wind. I’m sorry.

“You get over here and fall in case you don’t notice…”

He looked back at me and his eyes were blank.

“What happens when you fall? I’m sorry.

“It will affect the price of the house. I’m sorry.

I don’t know. I’m sorry.

The other one thought out of his mind, seemed to make sense and slowly walked back.

As soon as I got close, I jumped in his arms and grabbed his shirt in the forelock.

“What do you want? What do you want? I’m sorry.

“It’s really just a blow. I’m sorry.

“How can I not want to kill myself if you are still around?” I’m sorry.

“And I’m gone?”

“If you’re not there…”

“Then I will write a note that will let the people of the country know that you have abandoned me.” I’m sorry.

I said:

Jiang Boang is more important to honour than to life, and therefore he is more afraid to die than to die.

No one can stop the violence of the netizens, and he is indeed slipping into the abyss.

So, after a night of sleep, I contacted the skinhead and called 50,000 from the account designated by the media company. Of course, the $50,000 is a down payment, and another $50,000 for subsequent proliferation.

I’m sure he’s got the money and he’s got a different attitude: “What are you going to write? I’ll get someone to write now.” I’m sorry.

I decided, “Well, on this microblogging, you just developed a function called Long Chart, you can write a little bit, and you start by saying you’re a neighbor, and you see it with your own eyes.”

I also sent him a video that had previously been taken outside the door as a follow-up material in support of the authenticity of the content.

The other side promised not to worry about the effects.

“Don’t worry, I’ll set up a hundred big Vs and a thousand small ones for you, and we’ll start tomorrow. I’m sorry.

“Large”? Will he?

Uncle Hey, smile twice.

“Profession, not cold. I’m sorry.

I see.

At night, I was lying on the couch with Jiang Boang, and he seemed asleep.

Yet, less than a quarter of a hour, suddenly awakened.

I was reading in the dark, and he looked at me, and he looked in the dark, and he looked in the dark, and he looked in the dark, and he looked in the dark, and he said, “It felt like the next moment would be light, but the sky would be dark any time.”

“It’s always light, believe in science. I’m sorry.

And We photographed him with comfort, and began to read the book in his hand, and he smiled.

“What are you laughing at? I’m sorry.

“Seeing you, I suddenly thought of a poem. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

He said it very slowly, and he said it very clearly: “Democratism is good, and the world is atoms, and I just want you to be half awake with me. I’m sorry.

At this moment, the shadows of the past seem to be scattered, as though their eyes were filled with stars, looking at me with tenderness.

For the first time in my life, I should probably get excited.

But there’s no strong feeling, not to describe it, that the heart has become empty, that countless cold silk winds are in it, and it’s hard to describe what’s happening and I can’t stop it.

“You know, the first time I heard you sing, I thought of something. I’m sorry.

“What is it?”

“What would it be like to say that I love you if I said so? I’m sorry.

“Do you want to hear it?”

This man, who is in front of him, has always been as calm as a deep, windless water, but with a thin, lovely and honest tone.

“No, no. I’m sorry.

“Why?”

I smiled a little and didn’t answer.

As for the reasons, there is no need to say them.

After waiting for me to respond, Jiang Boang seemed a bit depressed, and I read a book and saw his soft black hair over his forehead, and his nose was slow and he seemed to be asleep.

At this moment, the little mermaid in the book, holding the dagger from his sister, gave up the assassination of the prince and was destined for the end of destruction.

I read it over and over again, and it took me a long time to leave a whisper on the edge.

“Perhaps it is more terrible to watch those you love die in front of you than to become a bubble. I’m sorry.

At this point, it may be dawn, and the night outside the window is getting thicker.

Soon, soon.

It’s dark, it’s dawn.

The next day, he contacted me.

“It’s working. There’s been a lot of forwarding. Take a look. I’m sorry.

I sent a video link.

It’s the same video that I snuck out of the door, and it’s already over a thousand times, and the comments are growing at a terrible rate.

Open the curtain and the message is very spiritual.

It’s the worst year ever.

He’s got a big face! _Other Organiser

Selling a son and mother?

I’ve been doing a little bit of retrospect, and I’ve been saying, “Well, that’s a good move, and I’ll find you some more media companies that might turn salty fish. # I’m not going anywhere #

By the way, what evidence do you have to throw? We’ll do better when it’s hot. I’m sorry.

What evidence else?

There is.

I gave the original invoice for the cat’s medical treatment, each date and name was taken and coded, but the owner was white.

After I was busy, he asked me if I wanted to help.

When it’s all right, I’ll tell him with my heart:

“If anyone is going to interview you, remember that the cat is a friend. You’re just taking care of it, okay? I’m sorry.

♪ I’ll tell you ♪

The topic is still fermenting.

A week after the post was released, a number of big Vs ended up talking about Jiang Boang and the situation began to reverse.

From the moment the media looked wrong, they began to turn their backs to pick up his parents and his brother, who was known for his time in the country, even more so because of fraud.

It’s like a Martian in a pan.

A lot of people @renowned lawyers questioned why the trafficking of their own children, instead of sentencing them, could be justified in demanding support, while Jiang Boang Ming, the victim, was beaten up and hospitalized.

Well, it’s too bad that not only parents don’t kiss, but even cats are not their own.

This is reflected in the number of fans of the Jiang Boang, who have made a direct breakthrough from the first hundred to the tenth million people, most of whom have turned black, most of them have turned to powder, and in just a few days, the river Boang has created a new TAG with many positive opinion, with little flames on the back of almost every label.

“I can’t help it, Mr. Jiang is much hotter than before.” I’m sorry.

In 2020, it was a regular event, and I smiled: “Of course it’s red and red.” I’m sorry.

The other one smelled, he whineed.

“White sister, you have a potential for media. Think about working with your uncle? I’m sorry.

“Ha ha, no.”

Before he hung up on the phone, he said, “Yes, public opinion is getting better, and the theatre will soon be planning for Mr. Jiang’s performance. You need to encourage Mr. Jiang to get back to work as soon as possible. I’m sorry.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

I hung up on the phone, and I turned my head and I told Jiang Boang.

I saw him rubbing his nose a little tired, and he looked like he couldn’t stand it. I’m sorry.

“Feel…”

“Feel what? I’m sorry.

It’s like I’m dead once, and it’s kind of boring. I’m sorry.

“Hey, life is a rise and fall. * I’m going to shake his shoulder in front, and I’m trying to talk to her, * * “Think you’re lucky, you’re better than before. I’m sorry.

At this moment, the face of the other side is so close and his eyebrow is so low and his eyebrow is so dark as to be a little bit of a butterfly wings.

And as soon as I thought he was depressed again, a pair of cold palms suddenly held my face, and the tone was moving.

“You’re so cute. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

‘Cause it’s too tight, fat oranges can’t get in, they can only go around the ground.

I only noticed how close they were: “Wait, cat!”

A good face was buried in my neck, and my wrist was held by one hand, and the lines were smooth as water.

“Does the cat matter, or do I? I’m sorry.

“Ah, well…”

Words were swallowed up.

The sky outside the window is all-encompassing, and the sunset is jumping on our skin, warm but not hot, and the gills are beginning to swallow everything, all with the sound, and the earth’s long shadows are entwined.

I have to say, it’s a nice day for hugging.

December, New Year’s Eve.

The theatre hangs the tickets of Jiang Boang for sale on his microblog, with the first round running out and the second round running out the next day.

The show was announced that his state was recovering rapidly and reflected in daily eel tablets.

Skinhead put some of his melancholy writings on Twitter, and made up a nine-mong review area, which was so peaceful that the original bad judgment was gone, instead of calling out for a husband.

No one knows that I have a cat in my hand, and I eat their husband’s snacks while lying on their couch and brushing them.

It was brushed and suddenly a few familiar faces.

I went to the kitchen with my cell phone, and Jiang Boang was washing a dish, which was a shock to me.

“Hello? Someone threw shit in your brother’s yard! I’m sorry.

“Oh? I’m sorry.

See if he’s in pain or not, and I’m like, “You won’t be happy. I’m sorry.

“Do you want to hear the truth?”

I nod my head.

“It’s more ironic than pain. I’m sorry.

“This is cyberviolence, violence will not stop, it will only shift.” I’m sorry.

That makes sense.

I listened, and I couldn’t help but be concerned.

“Don’t worry about the small things.” I’m sorry.

“It’s a nice day. Want to read together? I’m sorry.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

I must say, this has been the happiest period of my life to date.

As Jiang Boang is tired of walking long enough, the procurement tasks are largely entrusted to me.

I had just entered the neighborhood with a bag of raw beef, and I had a familiar face, and I almost called out to the landlord. A girl wearing a duck tongue cap came out of the way, and I was so busy looking down and wearing a mask.

The girl wasn’t scary, she was kind of cute, but I couldn’t meet her.

Back to 404, I immediately went into the study and turned on the computer.

Once I had access to the web page, the first page updated the information on the bloggers I was interested in, and the last one was published three minutes ago.

“Girl will be punished knowing that nothing will ever happen again, but I will not leave him.” I’m sorry.

I’ve been staring at that new dynamic for so long that I can’t help but be cold.

After that, I used my shivering fingers to light a computer keyboard, and I picked my own cell phone number to log in to the account number, and then I entered the authentication code.

Login successful.

Looking at the fat orange head, I finally understood…

Perhaps there is not only a fork in the river of time, but in more branches, I may have tried countless times to change my destiny, but I have been recycled in tragedy and I cannot escape it.

There’s a message in the phone.

“Are you hungry? I’ll go home and make you something to eat. I’m sorry.

Knowing that greed is a sin, I cannot control my own hands.

“Good. I’m sorry.

In the evening, Jiang Boang came back, probably because of the good work and the good mood.

I hanged his coat and said, “Did the scene set? I’m sorry.

“Yes, there’s an afternoon field at home tomorrow. I’m sorry.

He pulls his neck tie open, he exhales his breath, and his chin pours over my shoulder, and his voice is soft: “Will you stay with me?” I’m sorry.

“Oh, no?”

“Why not?” Is that too much to ask? I’m sorry.

“Well, go.”

I’m so happy with Jiang Bo-guang.

As long as we’ve been together, this guy likes to do these emotional, inexhaustible little moves.

Close and gentle.

A little while later, he saw me with “The daughter of the sea” on my hands, and he came over and read the sentence I wrote in the white.

“The little mermaid has no soul, as we understood when we were young, and perhaps the search for the soul is a process of seeking meaning through the fog. I’m sorry.

“Well, that’s a good reading. I’m sorry.

Okay, shame.

I was so busy with my book in my hand, and my eyebrow was swiped and I kissed my cheek: “Today I’ll give you a surprise. I’m sorry.

So-called surprises can’t comfort me.

And when the night was dark, I was left alone to burn, lying on my bed, and pouring out pancakes.

I couldn’t sleep on the right or the left, and I looked straight at the end, as I remember, the mermaid didn’t turn into a bunch of bubbles, as she feared, but went up to the sky with the souls of other children.

The end of this fairy tale of the population is simple, not even deep, but I always feel that her story continues.

Yes, more important than so-called love is indeed immortality, more important than faith, more important than independence.

But maybe…

I wrote at the end:

“She is not loyal to the prince, she is faithful to her heart. I’m sorry.

The next day, I went to the theater with Jiang Boang.

His concert has not started yet, and the Nuclear Tickets Office has been in a long line.

In the dressing room in the backstage, the stylist combed his long-earned eyebrow with his eyebrow, and all the hairs of the past thawed up with hair glue, with his face in a high white incandescent light, without a chute.

This damn beauty looks like a bone.

It’s almost as if Jiang Boang stood up and his assistant was busy packing his suit.

When I sat in the corner and I was silent, the other one came slowly and gently on my shoulder: “Why are you still reading this book?” I’m sorry.

“I just want to see it again. I’m sorry.

“It’s about to start. Want to go to the stage? I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

I didn’t wait for me to tell you that a few staff members were carrying bags, leading the way: “Do you want to go to the front now?” I’m sorry.

“Yeah, well, it’s good to get acquainted. I’m sorry.

“Yeah, but our locals are still small, and the theater will be bigger next month when Teacher Jiang goes to the capital to sing.” I’m sorry.

They’re full of mouths, and they’re surrounded by happy air.

So I followed the crowd to the front desk.

And the high dome above it, and the outward look of it is a deep landing view, small and high, which shakes my heart and piety on the stage.

And he saw not, but he was held by a cold hand.

It’s Gang Boang.

He took out a grandmother’s green velvet box from his pocket, but it’s not too big, but it’s very delicate: “If you’re not familiar with it, let’s practice here. Don’t be afraid of the crowd. I’m sorry.

“What exercise…”

I didn’t say anything, and I suddenly reacted.

Several staff members met and discussed it in a poignant manner.

“What’s in it? I’m sorry.

“It feels like a wedding ring! I’m sorry.

“Ha-ha, Mr. Jiang is getting married early? I’m sorry.

And We took the box in a good manner, and hid it behind them.

“It’s the necklace. I’m sorry.

Kong Boang looked at me and stopped.

“It’s just the necklace I’ve been arguing about. I’m sorry.

I kept my head down, hid the box in my pants and turned around and got off the stage.

Not a few steps. Someone came after me.

Wait!

“Sorry. I’m sorry.

“I’m going to leave.” I’m sorry.

“Why? Don’t you have me in your heart? I’m sorry.

It’s in your heart that I have to leave you.

It’s as if you knew it was a red light, or you’d have to run your head over it, and it was just as helpless and sad.

I stung my face and tried to wipe away the tears of my face, but I didn’t mean to make it all over my face.

“I’ll take the gift. Bye. I’m sorry.

“No, if you have to go, at least tell me why.” I’m sorry.

You can’t be so irresponsible! I’m sorry.

Turning around and looking at him, his eyes were red, which was quite different from what he had seen before.

If I just left, would it be another fatal blow to him?

I couldn’t imagine, I took out the invoice in my pocket and put it in that book, and I gave it to him together: “The secret I had to leave is in this book, so you can look at the time of the invoice. I’m sorry.

“If you still don’t understand, ask the girl who lives in 402. I’m sorry.

“In the end, I have to say… someone who embraces you as gentle as I have been so lucky in my bad life. I’m sorry.

Come on, wait till he reacts and I turn around.

“Blank!”

The staff behind him have been surrounded.

Teacher Jiang, calm down!

“Don’t be impulsive. I’m sorry.

“Yeah, it’s not too late to propose after the show! I’m sorry.

Before I left, I saw the last sight of Jiang Boang surrounded by crowds.

This stage needs him more.

In the hall, the viewers had lined up and I rushed through the crowd and drove back to the Dynasty.

Back to 404, it’s sunset.

The sun of the evening gradually fades away, and a great amount of gold glitters out of the clouds, as if it were carrying the force that devoured everything. I came out of the elevator and saw the captain crouching in the shadow of the earth, and saw me come near, licking his paws and snoring in his throat.

I think I have something to say.

“Please, are you really just a cat? I’m sorry.

In response to me, it’s still the tenderness.

Two months after I moved in here, I picked up fat orange on a sad rainy night and named it Chief.

It doesn’t matter anymore, after all I’ve decided to leave.

With fat oranges on the road, everything went much better.

I wonder what this time and time merger would have been like.

The air on the other side is obviously warmer.

However, as soon as I opened my eyes, I was tripped by the threshold below my feet and jumped to the ground, and the velvet box in my hand fell a long way out.

I haven’t heard from you yet, but a woman dressed in uniform has come up here to pick me up, and she’s really concerned, “Ma’am, are you all right? I’m sorry.

“All right, all right. I’m sorry.

I picked up the box and I felt something wrong.

Wait. Where’s my cat?

As you can see, these two women have blond hair, and their greetings are in English.

Flying, airplane bathroom?

Look out through the window, see the sunset, the clouds and the seas, and it’s over 10,000 metres high!

“Ma’am, please return to your place as soon as possible. I’m sorry.

When I looked out the window, the flight attendant reminded me twice that I had lost my head and carried me all the way to my seat.

After that, I slowly passed through God, and I moved, and I kicked down to a half new bag.

Opens a bag containing, in addition to an old phone with a shell, various forms of all English-language documents, several of which have berkeley steel prints on them, which are essentially completed course certificates, and two fully fledged diplomas.

Hisses Master of Sound Effect?

Look down, a leather-coated violin box on the side of the wall is worth a lot.

It all comes from the unknown, and the only thing that proves that I’m here is a little velvet box in my hand, and as soon as I open and see what’s in it, it’s all blurry.

That’s a diamond ring.

With a big drill and two small drills, it is well-laid in the shape of a cat’s head. It’s very well designed, it’s turned into a ring, and it’s a few fine letters.

J&B Never and ever.

When I landed, I turned my cell phone on, and there was a sudden influx of dozens of messages.

But most people I don’t know.

I’ve crossed several dialogue boxes, and I’ve turned my hands on microblogging, and I’ve searched for the word “Kang Boang Gwang”.

On the first page, a waterfall stream was painted.

“The singer, Mr. Jiang Boang, who is known as the King of the Voice C, has returned to the London Opera and will soon go to the Grand Theatre of the Capital to perform the Willdi opera Aida…”

Look at the time. The news was just released.

I just fell back inside.

In addition to doubling the number of fans four years ago, there has been no significant change in the content of his tweets.

And I say, “Don’t sing, I play the violin to keep you.” I’m sorry.

I’d like to leave a few more gossips, and a phone call came up.

It’s open.

“Bitch, are you off the plane? I’m sorry.

“Well, just now, can I help you?”

“For four years I’ve been gone, so I can’t clean you up? What do you say? I’m sorry.

“Yes!”

Half an hour later, in front of me, in front of an open, red-hot remodel suv.

As is customary, I’m sitting in the back, and this time I have to squeeze with a child’s seat.

“No, how long have I been gone? I’m sorry.

“It was only in the pet hospital when I couldn’t afford it, and I asked for it later, and now the children are two.” I’m sorry.

Dude.

Is that the side effect of combining time and space?

“So now you’re with the girls…”

“No way!”

“I am a man of the bottom line! I’m sorry.

“That’s good. I’m sorry.

And I’m really happy for him.

The car was on the freeway, and he coughed, and he said, “Well, little baby…”

“Hmm?”

“I know you’ve spent money on the sponsors, and if it’s hard, I have a little savings here…”

“Sponsor? I’m sorry.

“Yes, you were stolen 100,000 dollars, and someone was willing to fund you.

I seem to have a sense, and the men will not speak to me, and they will call me back.

What’s wrong with you?

I looked back and called for a parking stop: “Well, next time we get together, I gotta go. I’m sorry.

“Where to?”

“Go back to the flower district. I’m sorry.

When I was in a hurry, I was open and unchallenged and turned around and drove me back.

I was in the neighborhood, and I rushed to 404, but I saw the door full of ash and apparently no one lived there, and I was so full of heart.

I was tired of walking, and I threw my bag in the hallway, trying to sit on it, but I was stabbed by something in a bag.

Turn it over. It’s a familiar key.

I swallowed the sip, came to the door of room 402, stabbed the key into the lock.

The door is open.

It is clean and appears that there is regular cleaning and no ash on the ground.

I’ve got some speculation in my mind, and I’ve just turned on my cell phone to look at my faith, and on top I’ve got a black and white-handed cat head, and the note is “the strange patron.”

We’ve got a Twitter account.

Julius, for furry, soft.

Not just a strange name, but a strange conversation. There’s only a few festive greetings, and all of them are “I ” , and the other one is either happy with the same festivities or a smiley face with his own face in his face.

In order to test my guess, I carefully sent a tweet.

“Hello, are you there?”

Waiting a long time, no response.

When I was bored, I made a simple arrangement for my luggage, and when I packed it, the cell phone came in.

Julius:

When he answered, I sent a tweet.

“Well, I came back from abroad to buy you a meal. I’m sorry.

He replied very quickly, as he had before.

Julius: No, I’ve been busy lately.

Having seen this message, I have some hidden disappointments, but I do not know how to express my gratitude to the person who sponsored me to study: “Well, why don’t I play you a violin and thank you for helping me selflessly for four years. I’m sorry.

Until he answered, I took the violin out of the bag, made a performance video on my cell phone, and counted the investment in the years.

I have to say, it’s worth several times the price of my original one, and I don’t know if it comes from the other.

Strangely, when the video was sent out, the response suddenly became enthusiastic.

Julius: What do you have there?

Julius: Let me see if I can get closer.

I filmed my right hand in the middle of nowhere: “Are you saying this? I’m sorry.

Julius: No, left hand.

So I took a picture of my left hand, and I sent it on a finger, and the cat’s ring was shining.

Julius: Where are you? I’m coming for you now.

And when I see this, my hand trembles unstoppably.

“Well, I thought you said you were busy. I’m sorry.

“It’s free now. I’m sorry.

I was waiting for a long time, but it wasn’t a long time, and there came out a tender twilight, synchronizing with an orange head.

I was too busy to pick up fat oranges, and I was astonished and astonished: “O Chief, have you not lost?”

I was so busy with a cat, and someone was out there bowing, and I sat there and said, “Who? I’m sorry.

“It’s me.”

It’s not a greasy blizzard, it’s not a hyena, it’s not a hyena, it’s not a hyena, it’s just that every girl has heard it.

“I’m here to see my cat. I’m sorry.

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Extra: Four years of disappearance (male perspective)

No one remembers her coming.

If it wasn’t for that fast hamster on the windowsill and a non-flying parrot, I might have woken up one day and thought it was an impossible dream.

Dreamed, nothing.

Maybe because of the job, or because I didn’t want to touch the scenery, I took the house back.

The day of the move, she ran into a young girl with a red-collar vest and a low-pressed duck tongue cap, and she seemed to have some kind of difficulty, with tears all over her face under her hood and a voice of apology.

Heads down, I see desperate, red…

Like that guy’s eyes.

My heart beats hard again.

Somehow, when she was the same person, she showed that she didn’t know me at all, seemed very vigilant and quickly took refuge in room 402.

I remember what he said before he left.

Maybe that’s her secret.

So I stayed at 404 for a while and sorted out the pieces of information she left.

First of all, it’s the invoice in that book.

I don’t know if it was a mistake, but three years later, I tried to search the pet hospital on the computer, but I couldn’t find it.

Second, she left her search information on the computer…

It’s confusing to read the pure theoretical inferences about the cat-time paradox.

However, it is true that I have never seen Domingo since she left.

Together they disappeared from my life.

In the midst of deepening confusion and suffering, I knocked on the door of the girl, who saw me in the eyes of a cat and opened only one door, and measured me in that narrow gap, with blood all over her eyes, cautious and indifferent.

What do you want?

“I am…”

I saw the tears on her face through the light in the hallway, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Did you have any trouble?” I’m sorry.

“Maybe I can help you. I’m sorry.

In my conversation, I learned that she had been robbed of $100,000 for study abroad, and offered to sponsor it.

Girls are naturally happy.

But deep down, I know she’s not that person, and she’s always disappointed, like the tide, and swallows me in isolation at night.

Time is cruel and light, like the wings of dragonflies.

On that day, Lee asked me when I was a media pusher.

“Mr. Jiang, haven’t you seen Miss White in a long time? I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

I thought, “Let’s say it was a break-up.” I’m sorry.

“Really?”

I didn’t know that Li was more sorry than I was: “It was a shame that she spent so much money on your public relations. I’m sorry.

“What money? I’m sorry.

“A hundred thousand, 100 thousand. I’m sorry.

Old Lee kept talking, and suddenly I remembered what happened to that girl like her.

A small detail is tied together by an invisible line, and the truth suddenly comes out.

In the four years that she disappeared, I sent the girl to study, and I turned myself around to perform, and almost every holiday was blessed with the unsuspecting of the other.

It’s a copy.

Knowing it wasn’t her, I waited a long time.

Wait.

The day I returned home, I received messages from the other side.

Asked if I was there and said I’d eat.

I was sorely stabbed, I refused the invitation and went straight back to my place to rest.

But instead of being frightened by my attitude, she sent another video to thank me for playing a song.

In the video, she looks different than she did four years ago.

A shy smile, a solemn look, a restraining act, and…

The ring on the nameless finger.

I drew the design of the ring myself and gave it to a jewelry brand. There was no repetition.

That day she disappeared with it and never returned.

Hot blood rushes up to the head, with red to the eyelids, and the fire is as strong and as bad.

When I pulled the door open, I stepped into the wonder of the evening, and I heard a familiar cat bark from somewhere.

“Domingo”?

Although I moved out, I didn’t leave too far from the flower district and went down the stairs with the cat barking, and the fat orange sat in the bouquet, covered with mud and grass.

I picked it up, “Poor, you must have had a hard time.” I’m sorry.

The fat big cat looked sad and sad, and I couldn’t have seen it alone, so I held the cat to 12 four floors.

As soon as we got to the place, the cat broke free of her own shackles and ran to 402.

The door was hidden, and there was soon a girl screaming.

She’s called the Chief.

I heard it very well, so I knocked on the black iron door.

The other side remained so cautious.

“Who is it?”

And when it was heard, We tried to keep it calm, but the eyes were dazzled: It was I. I’m sorry.

“I’m here to see my cat. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

After many years, the old fairy tale came back to the two masters, because it was too many times, even the cover was dropped, the hostess made a new cover and wrote a few lines of poems on the front page, and the master naturally followed it, and the small front page would be full.

At this moment, the breeze is dazzling with yellow paper, and if several lines of fonts are present, it’s like a dream in a wasteful life.

An arrogant citrus.

A hamster who can’t run fast, plus a parrot who can’t fly,

That’s the whole of my life.

# White #

All my life.

It started out as a cat.

Then there was a cat, and her master.

– Jiang Boang.

Case number: YXA10mbay4BhRxeNZv8hQQ9

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.