Don’t love.
Three months after the break-up, the ex-boyfriend suddenly called, “Why don’t you take me home? I’m sorry.
I was soaking my eyes and I was sore and I cried out to him.
And suddenly the laughter appeared in the microphone, and he couldn’t breathe: “You tiger, I’m fucking taking a chance.” I’m sorry.
And We cried out: “Call me to anything, and look after the field, if only you could come with me.” I’m sorry.
Quiet at the end of the microphone…
“Fuck, who’s Kuno?”
One.
I broke up for three months and I got sick again.
It’s been a long time since that dream came to me again.
The dark and handsome man in the dream kissed me to do the closest thing and put a gun in my waist.
He said he loved me in pain and then pulled the trigger with his eyes red.
There was no bullet in the gun.
And my dagger cut his neck without hesitation.
In the dream, the man died, with a smile on his face and a smile that made me take him home.
My heart was filled with great sorrow and I was asphyxiated.
It is absurd to say that this dream has tormented me for three years, and that heart-to-heart pain in the dream has tormented me after I woke up and has plunged me into the pain of losing my loved one.
That’s why I went to a shrink. I said I fell in love with someone I dreamed of.
The man’s name is Kuno.
After neither hypnotics nor sleeping pills had helped, the doctor suggested that I should be in love and see if I could “get out of love” and if not, it would be good to “get out.”
That’s when Jiangdong showed up.
He looks exactly like my dream man.
Two.
And I thought that he was a dreamer.
The same eyebrows, the same sound, even the radians with their mouths ticking.
In the bar, he leaned in the corner blindfold, pulled my horn and asked if I could take him home.
That look, like an absence.
I thought my Kuno had finally come out of his dream.
I took him home and kept him on the couch all night.
But when he opened his eyes to my sad eyes, he was so happy.
“It didn’t happen, it was a disappointment.” I’m sorry.
“The next time I pull down, I won’t sleep so fast.” I’m sorry.
Even if he was unreasonable, my sense of destiny brought me together with dignity.
At first I loved him so much.
I’ll ask him in the evening of the sunset if he won’t leave me.
At some wake-up call, he caressed his neck, confirming that he could sleep peacefully without wounds.
And We returned to him, in all our dreams, the misdeeds of Kono, and gave him unlimited indulgence.
And clean up the mess he has caused without complaint.
While he was in the hospital, he was kept in his clothes and feared that a blinking man would disappear like a dream.
He would look at me from time to time and say, “Why didn’t he meet me earlier?”
I didn’t know what he meant until Valentine’s Day.
3
I’ve always had a low profile, and suddenly Jiangdong went out with me with an abnormally high profile.
High-class restaurant. He came with a bouquet.
Lazy paces, burning eyes attracted many women, and even people took out their mobile phones.
He took a peek at the eyes and laughed at his lips: “Look good!” I’m sorry.
Says he leans over my lips with a long kiss.
I heard something in the chest that was going to spill.
He asked the man for a photo and sent it to the circle of friends.
I think he’s finally going to take it seriously.
After all this, however, he was somewhat distracted and faced with my joy and discomfort, he had a swipe of me and opened his cell phone from time to time.
It was not until he received the “A” phone call that he suddenly stood up to the waistboard and looked out the window without looking.
We left him busy, but he hung up his phone and laughed at me.
“Today is all that matters. I’m sorry.
He said to feed me with food.
He probably didn’t even realize it.
And then you pick up a napkin and you wipe my mouth, and my mouth is not dirty.
It’s a bad premonition.
Indeed, after a series of intimacy moves, the phone went up in a crazy way.
Again and again.
Jiangdong smiled and pretended to say that the company had something to go first.
I smiled and told him to hurry back, and he looked at me in a complex manner, he hesitated for a few seconds to turn around and leave.
I’m walking down the street, and I see a pretty girl downstairs.
That’s exactly the angle that put me and Jiangdong in the restaurant.
One thought inspired me to fight a cold war:
Jiangdong’s high-profile date is not for the girl.
I don’t know.
Jiangdong ran away, but slowed down when he approached the girl called Lingeo, making an impatience appearance.
He says he’s on a date, let Ringo have something to say.
Ringo had a sad look and asked him why he ruined himself.
She said, ‘Even if I do not agree to be your girlfriend, you can’t just mess with yourself. Do you deserve someone who cares?’ I’m sorry.
Jiangdong was silent for two seconds.
His silence was like a sentence to me that I was indeed the random man.
And he will hear nothing but his anger:
“How do you know I can’t really love her? I’m sorry.
“Do you not know what love is like?” I’m sorry.
Says, a collar that rips up Jiangdong and kisses up.
A deep-hearted kiss, Jiangdong standing there.
In a moment, the song was pulled out: “This is what moves the heart.
“So, if I don’t agree to be with you, you can’t just mess yourself up. I’m sorry.
4
At that moment I hid behind the pillars, and cried without a voice.
It was only then that I knew that I was not destined in meditation; I was only the one whom he found to stimulate the forest.
He hated the Ringo swinging around, and he came to me randomly.
He picked me up at the bar and said I’d spend more time in private like this.
He’d bet I’d pick him up at the bar, and I’d really pick him up…
And I was behind the pillars, as a peep, watching them, from violent quarrels, to hugging and kissing.
They’re like a man and a woman, and I’m just an ash.
Heart-to-heart pain, I decided to break up.
I wonder if it’s a delusion that the suffocation that has been suffocating to the chest for three years is much less.
That’s probably what doctors call “cancel.”
When Jiangdong didn’t come back that night, I looked through his circle and the photo of Su Eun-ai was gone.
Meet again a few days later.
And when he came, he held me down and kissed me as he had never met again.
He’s closed his eyes, like a fine smell.
I think he’s supposed to have any of the songs in the kiss that says “soldiers and horses.”
And We pushed him away, and he turned his eyes away in panic, and there was a false heart and a blur.
And the pain in the heart spreads.
This time I’m sure the suffocation of my heart is really going away.
It does not seem to me that he used me before, nor do I treat him as a cure.
5
In the period that followed, my connivance with Jiangdong became more fearless.
He was so cold and hot to me that he was so mad at me when he needed me, and once he had fulfilled his purpose of stimulating the forest song, he fell on me again.
It wasn’t until Ringo got away from him again that he remembered me as a tool.
And all this We pretended only that We had no knowledge, and that We were a faithful follower of His own.
And his friends know that I’m a protégé who comes in and says I’m licking a dog and sometimes forgets to hide from me.
Then Jiangdong was only symbolically keeping them quiet.
When he constantly tried my bottom line, he found that my tolerance was no more than respect for me.
And I was born to suffer the pain of being betrayed and playing games, and in the process I was able to stop.
It is clear to me that every time Jiangdong’s face on the field showed me a small point in my love for him.
That dream was rare.
There is little suffocation in the chest.
And We are saying farewell to Jiangdong and Toshino in this despicable manner.
Six.
I think I’m almost there.
I dreamt again that night of going to Kuno and saying goodbye to me like I felt something.
He said, “Have you forgotten me for a long time, Nancy?
“If it makes you happy, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry.
In the dream, his shadow grew further away, and the blood that I drew with my dagger was still on his neck.
I woke up in tears, and my heart was sore I couldn’t breathe, that I called Jiangdong.
He said it was a coincidence that he was looking for me.
He said his car broke down on the country road and let me pick him up.
I didn’t hesitate to go out.
It’s not until he finds out that he’s going to pick up sick forest songs.
Before I opened my mouth, he pre-empted me so that I would not distort their mutual concern.
He chose to sit on my co-driver and left Lin song alone in the back seat, not knowing whether to avoid it in front of me or to continue to stimulate the song.
Unfortunately, the vehicle had just hit a rural road and hit it with a lost tractor.
I think of the back of the dream of Gono’s departure, and I’m so scared that I can’t control the wheel.
Jiangdong is safe.
I was blinded by airbags and stuck in the cab.
I heard the screams of Jiangdong tearing his heart apart.
He’s shouting the forest song.
At that moment, it became clear to me that the suffocation on the chest was about to disappear completely and that the cessation was immediately successful.
But when I woke up in the hospital, Jiangdong and I broke up.
And he looked at the bandage of my forehead bleeding, and he shuddered, and he said, “Why are you serious?” I’m sorry.
I was so scared, I cried and begged him, “Yes, but can we wait? * When I’m done *
“And We have caused the people around us to whisper, and We are humbled.
Jiangdong’s eyes were sore that he finally held his fist and fled.
7
I knew he was afraid, and I saved him with my life, and he could not bear it.
But is he afraid of trampling on people’s hearts?
It’s probably not that I’m afraid, it’s Lin Song who got hurt, and he wants to fight for himself with all his heart.
Anyway, for whatever reason, I’m breaking up when it’s about to succeed.
I’ve spent three months in fear of the rock falling again.
And yet it came.
After that dream again, I woke up.
I put myself on the bed, shaking and lit a cigarette.
Smog spreads, it’s a familiar smell in a dream, but it hurts more and more.
That’s when Jiangdong called, like a life-saving straw.
This is the first time that the government has been able to make a difference.
“The bar’s all broken up. I’m sorry.
That sound, exactly like in a dream.
I was soaking wet, and I was crying out for him.
I heard a big laugh coming out of the microphone, and a lot of people laughed.
It’s just that the lowness and frustrations have disappeared, and Jiangdong’s smiles have been overwhelming:
“You’re a fucking tiger. I’m trying to be honest! I’m sorry.
I feel like I’ve been poured cold water.
The feeling of suffocation on the chest has suddenly decreased.
After three months, the ACD became effective again.
So he tasted the sound of the swallows: “Assure me, if you come with me.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t know what to say.” I’m playing a fucking game. Don’t stop. I’m sorry.
Indeed, the suffocation is getting weaker.
I got up and put out the smoke.
“Tell me where you are, Kuno. Let me see you again. I’m sorry.
Quiet at the end of the microphone…
A moment later.
“Fuck, who’s Kuno?”
With a shout from Jiangdong, whispers were heard over the microphone.
“Shit, isn’t she a dog licker? Why do you call him another man? I’m sorry.
“Do you think you’re the one who promised to pick you up?” I’m sorry.
Jiangdong lost his face and said, “Don’t think that I can fool me by making up someone, and I’ll send you the address. It’s only half an hour. I’m sorry.
I drove out of the car at the address from Jiangdong.
The suffocation is not as strong as it was at first, but it still makes me feel so bad when it’s on the chest.
I know that Jiangdong’s lost face is going to double it back with me later.
The better it will be for me if he crosses the score, and perhaps this abuse will be the last potion of restraint.
If it fails, it means that Jiangdong has developed resistance as a “cautionary” drug.
I should get changed.
5
In the bar, it’s amazing.
Most people want to see the show.
To see how Jiangdong humiliates the dog with the wrong name.
When I came in, they were watching the clock.
“Oh, shit, it’s not more than half an hour. That’s the light. Brother Tung is awesome. I’m sorry.
“Are women so shallow these days? Are they really just looking at their faces? How can she lick her? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Jiangdong still leans in the dark corner and the shadow covers half of his face, more like three points to Gono.
The moment of sight, like drowning sorrow, came up.
Maybe he didn’t feel the red eye cheering up Jiangdong, and he started laughing at me.
Then he took the wine and poured it all over three cups, and said, “Drink it, I will forgive you.” I’m sorry.
His face was in the light.
It’s as if Kuno came out of the dream.
I don’t know why he came back to me again, did he make a scene with Lin?
But it doesn’t matter. It’s important this time, the suffocation almost disappears.
The smile of my mouth prompts me to laugh:
“Oh, my God. Are you happy with that? Do you want to teach a lesson sometime? You’re too good at this! I’m sorry.
It’s mean, but it doesn’t affect my feelings.
And I took up the cup, and I drank it.
“Cheers one, to myself, to me, to me, and not to give up! I’m sorry.
And a boo-boom with a whisper of sarcasm: “Damn it, you skank! He who is called to go forth! I’m sorry.
Jiangdong let his friends sneer at me, instead of talking to me, but instead of talking to me, he put on his tongue a few points of satisfaction.
I took a deep breath, and I felt the big stone in my chest.
So he took the second cup and looked straight to Jiangdong.
“The second, to Jiangdong. To Jiangdong, who has no respect for me. I’m sorry.
This time, the whisper became a loud laugh:
“Damn it, Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, that’s a good one. I’ll start with a number. Don’t throw it, brother. I’m sorry.
He wrinkled his eyebrow and looked down on him who spoke.
But I’m still allowed to finish my second drink.
Unprecedented ease of heart, complete ease, as never dreamt of visitation.
Some top.
I smiled and my feet floated.
I took Jiangdong’s hand and looked at it.
His tiger was smooth and smooth and certainly never held a gun.
Turn around, a shallow scar on the little arm.
Too shallow.
Feels wrong.
Kuno’s got to be deeper.
It’s too loud around. It’s like I’m being too casual. Mojiang Dong is crazy.
It was also rare for Jiangdong to exalt me, and he softly appeased me.
He said, “You are drunk, Nancy. Don’t worry. We shall now go home.” I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, he got up to help me.
And I held him down, staring at his open neck.
Last time I checked, I was reborn.
And in the sight of the people, lo! We slowly opened the neck of Jiangdong.
Yeah, there’s no mole on the collarbone.
And there’s no sign of the lasers…
Jiangdong took a breath of air and his voice was dumb:
“Nancy, not here…”
In the whistle, I was open.
Jiangdong is not a tourist.
He’s done the best he can, too, as a “cautionary” drug, and then I don’t get it.
I jumped out, and I got my third drink.
Jiangdong finally showed up and raised his hand to stop me.
“You can’t drink anymore, you’re drunk…”
I was surprised to see my eyes when I was drunk.
I was laughing at him.
“This third cup shall be used to pay tribute to thee and to thee for a short time.” I’m sorry.
The glass is tilted and the wine is slowly spilling at the foot of Jiangdong.
“Jeandong, you’re acting very well, but it’s not my Gono! I’m sorry.
In his angry eyes, I let go.
The glass fragments splattered like a colourful dream.
Six.
When Jiangdong realized that Mr. Kuno might be real, his face was so grim.
He fell on a glass and kicked on the uplifter.
He said, ‘Nassie, now turn your mouth to me, and I will not fucking tell you.’ I’m sorry.
I wiped out my eyes and laughed at him.
Don’t worry, Master Jiang, you don’t look like me.
“However, it’s not like I’m so mean to fall on a glass and kick my little brother, he’s pissed off, he’s got a gun in his hand, he’s got a silencer. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, I shot him in the head with my hand.
Bang! I’m sorry.
I looked at him last and turned around and left.
I have nothing to do with the commotion behind me, and I wipe my tears.
Goodbye, Kuno.
Since he had left the country, he should not be disturbed again.
7
After that night, my life returned to peace.
Kuno will not come to my dreams, and nothing will happen.
He told me, “He’s never been so angry, he’s gone home with you on his cell phone, and you’ll get over it if you try to talk to him like you used to.” I’m sorry.
I’ll just delete that man.
I did get out of my head and worked much easier every day, not like a heartache.
It just happens that the troupe started rehearsing the new play, and I’m playing with the red actor scene.
He came to the theatre to sharpen his acting skills, and the theatre attached great importance to tailoring new scripts to him.
The moment I got the script, I was all chilly.
It was a life-and-death relationship, with men and women in different camps, having experienced a trial and a breakdown of their psychological defence.
Their hearts are covered up with lies, as if they were falling between love and desire.
At the end of the day, the man first shot a woman.
Exactly.
No bullets in the gun!
Women’s daggers cut through men’s necks, men laughed and lost.
In the next life, he said, you’re taking me home in the next life…
A big invisible hand strangles my throat, and sorrows like a rising sea, and drowns me in it.
“Is this man Kuno? Question me.
That’s when the scenery came in.
He walked in through the door, with the light on his back, and the contours covered with gold.
A group of people were walking around with a script to discuss what, and he politely showed me his head and sat on my couch.
“It’s a good name. Use this. He says:
And the eye of the peach, looking at it for a moment, gave me some illusion.
As if he came for me.
He talked to the director on the other side until his assistant brought the tea.
He took a glass and put it in front of me while he was exploring the details, and it was still as if there was some understanding.
I saw his side face as it was completely different from that of Tanino.
Until the sound of a slightly lower view comes.
He said to the director, “Well, let’s try it first if Miss Nancy is okay.” I’m sorry.
He turned his head and looked at me.
I looked back.
It’s about the game. The director wants to see how we’re doing.
No CP sense of non-selling, I naturally have no reason to refuse.
It’s just that it’s embarrassing to try making out the first time.
The director kindly cleared the scene and asked me if I had any problems with the scale.
I mean, the script’s been read, okay.
Nod the scenery and start taking off the suit.
It’s got a black tweezer shirt in it and a lean waist.
The buttons were unbuttoned and the cold and white collar bones collided with the dark fabric to create a strange view.
The scenic side unbuttons raised his head.
And We were surprised by the heat in his eyes and by the destruction.
The legendary play-crazy went into the show with his eyes open.
Just now, the gentle, estranged son-in-law has disappeared and has been replaced by the wild outlaw in the play.
He stares at me, moving one by one, and his eyes sway with despair and despair, and he turns against me, and he embraces me with compromise.
He turned me around, pressed the wall and searched me from behind in a hug.
When the murder weapon was not found, I bit him in the back of my neck with regret, and I ate my cheeks and hit him on the lips.
He closed his eyes and kissed him in pain and without order.
Hair, abdomen, nostrils, and lastly, the horns of the lips…
I sound like a pain in the ass, but I’m sobbing:
Kuno, are you ready to do it? I’m sorry.
I know if it’s in my dream, his gun’s gonna be in my waist.
Tears slipped uncontrollably.
And he raised his head, and he looked at me with his eyes and his thumb softly erased my tears.
“Fuck fate!” he said.
He said he put his gun in the tub with his weapons.
The gun sank under the water, and the scenery made the lips smile, and the smile was clear and beautiful.
He then bowed his head and kissed him with a wide and violent kiss.
Kisses like no tomorrow!
I don’t know.
The director of the trial forgot to stop, until the scenery got out of hand, and didn’t start with a word against him. Why did you change the script? Shouldn’t you have shot him and then Nancy killed you? I’m sorry.
The scenery restored its gentle attitude and then handed me the tissues and started cleaning the shirt.
It was only then that the voice said, “The death of the male master is a deterrent!” I’m sorry.
I wiped my face and looked at him like hell.
I’ve had so many wake-up nights.
What makes me kill him and make me feel guilty, except that all that hatred is buried in deep sorrow, which seems insignificant.
Seeing my eyes, the sight goes back.
Am I right, Miss Nancy? * He asks *
8
I couldn’t answer his question. There was a loud sound coming from the door, and Jiangdong came in with a sudden rage.
As my ex-boyfriend, the staff didn’t stop him at all.
He looked scary, grabbed my wrist.
“You just called him Kuno? I’m sorry.
The scenery just happened to button it.
“Kuono is just one of my many plays,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you, my name is Blossom.” I’m sorry.
Jiangdong was holding on to me and arrogantly ignored the hand of the view.
The sight wrinkled its head, and the fists struck the elbow of Jiangdong.
Jiangdong ate the pain in a moment and he raised his arms and let me go.
“Respect, my lord. “The scenery ends with a thumb through the mouth and erases my remaining lipstick marks there.
9
Jiangdong’s eyes are broken, but he insisted on talking to me once.
He said he went to consult my shrink and knew I was sick.
I don’t know how the doctor talked to him, but somehow he understood something different.
He thought that I had created a man like him in a dream because I loved him, and named him Gono, dreaming in a dream that I would die and love me.
He thinks I’m sick of him, so he’s got guilt in his eyes, but more of it seems like he’s being proud.
He said: Nancy, my fault, I didn’t know it would hurt you so much. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and couldn’t figure out what went wrong with his brain.
He came to me with a heartache: “You touched my neck at night before, because you dreamed you had hurt me. Nancy, you suffered so much when I did not know.” I’m sorry.
I hid his hand. He said:
“You blame me, I know, but when you picked me up, I thought we were just having fun, and I didn’t think you were having so much fun, but I wouldn’t hurt you that way if you behaved so vulnerable.” I’m sorry.
I was staring at his face, and it was a flash.
I was wondering if I had the same face when I didn’t dream.
This fantasticly abusive love finally revealed his bug after I had a breath.
“Nancy, it’s my fault that you should treat him with an actor for me. I shouldn’t have let you down. Don’t be indecency. I don’t blame you.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
This is the first time that Jiangdong has laid down his posture on me and said that he looked at me with hope.
For a moment, I laughed.
The mouths of Jiangdong were not bent.
And I said, “Did the doctor tell you when I started dreaming about Gono? I’m sorry.
He’s a bit confused, “That’s not true,” and he says, “But have you been in such pain for most of the year we’ve known him?” I’m sorry.
He was also in a good self-esteem, and I slowly pulled my cell phone records and brought them to him.
“Three and a half years, Jiangdong, I’ve been dreaming about Kuno for three and a half years!
“This son of a bitch has been tormenting me for three and a half years, and I’m lucky to meet you, a scum who looks exactly like him. I’m sorry.
I looked into his eyes and said, “I used you to quit him.” I’m sorry.
Jiangdong is there and his cheeks are visible red.
“Don’t get mad for a second,” I said, “You know, you didn’t lose anything. I’m sorry.
And for most of the year I was called upon, and I was generous in my clothes and money, and I served as a catalyst for his affections with his young plumes, and he did not lose, no matter what.
I helped him remember that I did not owe him anything, and then told him that he should never come to me again, and that it would be a good time to take advantage of each other.
He stood there foolishly, and I came far away and suddenly heard him laugh.
Smiling softly and then laughing loudly.
It’s like in the microphone that day.
10
The days that followed were much cleaner, and the suffocation was replaced by the feeling of an empty chest.
Fortunately, the stage is officially on, and the feeling of a bit of a fall is sorely spoiled by the scenery psycho.
He had often unexpectedly changed the script, a sadistic relationship that had been plagued and completely transformed into a brave pursuit of love.
The test of the front of the script, even worse, he said that unexpected collisions were the only way to make Miss Nancy feel moved.
He did it, and every line that he couldn’t keep from coming out of his head, the director said it was very touching.
I’m finally touched by people from outside.
And the cheeks of a little red, passed down from the chest to the tremors of the ears, and We were as if We were a dark lover caught in a splendour, and he was gripping and gripping.
At first, I passively accepted those moves, and then the scenery started to get more.
He said that he also needed me to give him that impatience, so that he could be equal.
So I wondered and looked up to him, “Is this how you like me?” I’m sorry.
And he smiled and laughed: “You learned well. I’m sorry.
So we laughed.
“Are you acting or are you serious?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know if I’m acting or not, but I just saw the earlines of the scenery just a moment ago, red.
This state of affairs creates something called hormonal that spreads throughout the theatre.
The news of Jiangdong came back when we gradually took it to work.
Eleven.
Jiangdong was in a car accident, and when I got word, he had his bandage removed.
Many of his injuries were minor, but his brain was said to have been damaged and he went crazy looking for me in the hospital.
I can only accept his call.
He’s been silent for a long time on the phone, and finally his voice is so low, “Have you forgotten me for a long time?
“If it makes you happy, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
A few months of peace, and a high-rised heart, and at that moment, a violent fall!
I can’t find it, I’m going out like crazy.
“It’s not over yet, it’s up to you to break the rules!” I’m sorry.
I can’t think of anything, but I’m just squeamish about it, and I’m like, “Jangdong is Kuno!” Jiangdong is Kuno!
I finally couldn’t keep him. I ran to the hospital and ran straight to Jiangdong’s bed.
The bandages have been removed from his broken wrist.
There was a deep wound, this time, just like Kuno.
I opened his collar, and a little mole on the collarbone just showed up…
I fell in the chair behind me.
It happens to be one of the eyes of Honghong in the Upper Gang.
He said, “Long time no see Nancy. I’m sorry.
That’s it, I’m sure it’s Kuno.
He looked at me for a long time, and his eyes were wet.
It’s been a long time since he died.
His eyes were blessed with loss, but more with regret for the harm done.
He said: Nancy! I have had a long dream in which my name is Gono. I’m sorry.
“That’s not a dream, is it? I’m sorry.
Of course not a dream.
The feeling of heartache is so clear and so deep in love, even in dreams.
Once again, the pain of my heart was raging, and the endless love for Kono came back at midnight.
It’s unreasonable and irresistible.
I remember the dagger I waved, and I remembered the smile I had.
“Don’t forget me, Nancy.
“Take me home, Nancy. I’m sorry.
It’s been three years without a missing mind, and now we’ve found a place.
I think I’m going to run over and embrace my field and the man of my destiny.
It’s as if it’s wrong, but it’s hard to hold on.
I don’t know.
That’s when the scenery called in.
Miss Nancy, do you want to go out with your Mr. Kuno tonight? I’m sorry.
When the word “my Mr. Kuno” appeared, there was a disturbance in my mind.
After a month of rehearsal, when the word Mr. Kuno was heard, the first thing that came out of my mind was the squawk of the scenery.
And he used to say, “Do not let those who love you kill him with your own hands. I’m sorry.
“Miss Nancy, I’d like to discuss with you tonight the final story of how to change the subject of “Brushing Destiny.” I’m sorry.
My mind is waking up, and I have contained the urge to embrace the wild.
On the other side, Jiangdong was still mumbling: “Nancy, that’s not a dream. That’s true. The dagger is in pain in the neck, but it will never hurt again. Nancy, I thought I would never see you again. I’m sorry.
The brightness of the mind was extinguished by the suffocated suffocation.
The two forces kept pulling me, and I did my best not to open my arms to Jiangdong.
I think I did the right thing.
Because the next moment, the girl named Lingo came in.
She took Jiangdong with her cry and buried her face in his arms.
She was obviously terrified and she said she almost thought she had lost him.
She was so upset that she finally saw her heart in life and death that she was taking Jiangdong to get married.
I’m awake.
“How can Miss Nancy endure such a bloody story?” I’m sorry.
I cleaned up my emotions, I laughed, what the hell was going on…
I promised a big date.
12
When I fled the ward of Jiangdong, it was cold-eyed against the song.
The obscenity of the eye, the harshness of the words, and the former Jiangdong, have changed dramatically.
I left like I was running away, and I still didn’t hide from the waves and the waves.
And We tried to draw out a telephone for a view, and we could not wait for his neck to be hooked upon the moment he appeared.
“Do you think you can do anything about it? I’m sorry.
And he saw in his eyes a small light, and he laughed, “Be with you as long as you wish. I’m sorry.
So I kissed him for the first time.
I’m fine with the feeling of that kiss.
Heart move is real.
Love is soft.
Not so much as suffocation.
“My destiny seems to have been set long ago,” and I ended the kiss, and I looked up, “You know, right? I’m sorry.
And he smiled and said nothing, but tenderly turned my hair away from my ears.
“Your destiny is in no one’s hands. I’m sorry.
“What if it’s the author? “If I said the world was a novel, would you believe it? I’m sorry.
“What’s going on in your head? I’m sorry.
I didn’t see anything in his eyes, so I got back to the sly smile.
“I’m not messing with you. We’re just talking about the story. I’m sorry.
13
I took the initiative to put an end to that topic, but my doubts were answered.
I am sure that I am moved by the scenery, but I am not reticent in seeing Kuno.
It doesn’t make sense.
I think, as I thought, my destiny is indeed written by others.
He set Gono the one who was destined.
This conclusion was not a surprise, and I started looking for reasons from the moment I saw a psychiatrist.
People who suddenly appear in their dreams, from dream to reality, are all abnormal.
I thought I had escaped invisible control until the break came.
However, that script came up again.
The re-emergence of the scene forced me to relive the sadistic relationship with Kono and to regain control over me.
In order to finally test this assumption, I bid farewell to the temple, which has recently appeared frequently in my ear.
The monk, like waiting there on purpose, asked me if I was in love.
I pushed him to hypnotize me.
Dreams are long, I’m sure.
All the scenes in the dream were real in the past, and we fell in love and were opposed.
Kuno left me the chance to live through a painful choice, and I ended up in depression shortly after his death.
This time, all the information is telling me that today Jiangdong is Kuno of the last.
All the brows are screaming, and now I’m awake, it’s time for us to move on.
I saw something else.
It was an unprecedented scene, and it was very vague, as if there was any reason to erase it.
I tried to ask the monk: “Is it true that the images that are disappearing are the tracks I should have with Jiangdong?” I’m sorry.
Those were supposed to be wiped out because of my abstinence.
And the noble monks sought refuge in their eyes, and said, “No, no, no.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
What is not clear at this point, even if he did not say so.
My life is a novel.
Or a play.
My joy and sorrow are based on a pen by the author.
I am grateful for the presence of the scene, with which I question the script and the repression of suicide.
He took me for a little bit of a scorn for this shit.
Now, everything is clear, and I think I know what to do next.
14
This evening, Jiangdong didn’t come back to me for anything.
I was inspired and the director finally finalized the final version of the show overnight.
The following morning, Jiangdong appeared at the entrance of the theatre with his wounds.
When you look away, you get tears all over your face.
And he looked at me with his eyes full of eyes, as though all words were weak, so that he would not say anything.
I asked my colleagues to send him a ticket in the front row.
Today’s first audition, as has been deliberately arranged, let us return to the hard work of the journey at a time when we meet again, in an attempt to offset the harm done to me before Jiangdong.
At the beginning of the performance, Jiangdong sat under the table without a word and saw that he was alive and out of sight.
So the whole scene, the sad, desperate mood, I wasn’t acting.
I don’t consciously cry when I kiss the sight.
When I described the future, I saw nothing but despair.
The scenery was frowning and he tried to give me a sense of security and to break my destiny as he rehearsed.
But then again and again, my mind stopped, and he began to suffer.
Our colleagues around have been shocked to find that the development of our theatre is exactly the same as the original script.
The changes to the spark collision were not presented at all.
The whole show was suffocating.
It’s the last moment.
The despair in my eyes finally spreads to the scenery.
He hugged me from behind, searched me in a close search and deliberately ignored the dagger that was hidden in my waist.
He bit me, and then kissed me with his eyes closed, like he was going to put it in his bones.
At the height of the moment, a pistol was placed between the waist.
Kuno, are you finally going to do it? I’m sorry.
Bang…
Shots fired and I turned my hand on the neck of the scenery.
Blood comes out, and the scenery smiles.
“Nancy, don’t forget me! I’m sorry.
In that moment, my dreams were so confused, I cried without a voice, and Jiangdong was crying.
And I read from his eyes, “Be sure,” though sad.
Seeing him weeping, he knew that I was still in love with him, and that we would be reborn.
Those dreams that we share, let us keep our eyes open every second.
I almost believed the pain in my heart.
If it wasn’t for the sights to sit up.
15
The sight of “Death” murmured and said “Don’t forget him” and suddenly sat on the ground.
“Shit,” he went around his neck and said, “Is he fucking sick? I’m sorry.
He said that he stood up and held me in tears: “If he dies, he will kill himself, and he will feel guilty.”
“Who the fuck is this director?
It’s not over. It’s the final version I’ve been talking to the director.
A playtime.
Our roundabout colleagues are excited to whisper and take the lead in inculcating new ideas to sad audiences.
“Yeah, why would you want to borrow someone’s hand? Isn’t that a moral kidnapping in a deep-seated dress? I’m sorry.
“Let’s not forget him and bring him home. What’s the matter? That’s a lot. I’m sorry.
Jiangdong’s face sank in the open, and he’s so calm that he’ll take me.
He wanted to see something in my face.
I raised my head under the scenic sting.
When he saw the wounds on the neck of the scenery, he was reluctant to remove them.
The scenery said, “You’re obsessed with this novel, and you have to feel the love of `selfless’ like Quino, so I will accompany you in this play. Why do you turn your back on me now?” I’m sorry.
And I covered his wound with a tissue, and I left his mouth open: “How can I know that the one who survived is the most painful, according to the script, not only to feel guilty for his life, but also to make amends for another life?”
“It is said that in his next life he will have to lick his dog and drink it, that he will not recover his memory until he has been battered, and that he will then bear the pain of disgust and his return. I’m sorry.
After saying that I had a glimpse of Jiangdong holding on to his chest with his hand, he kept his chest up and down.
That hurts, I know.
How many midnight dreams it’s tormenting me.
And the neck of the scenery around me: “It was his choice not to fight for their love once, but to die before they had tried anything. I doubt that he is aware of it.” I’m sorry.
“What do you know? I’m sorry.
“I guess he knew he wasn’t an opponent to the hostess, so he used this mean means to make the hostess win and feel guilty about him.” I’m sorry.
The scenery can’t stop laughing.
That sentence, it’s pure nonsense.
I can’t help but think of returning all these years’ shit.
Jiangdong has been convulsed in a chair, suffering, shoulder to shoulder, contours of despair.
It is impossible to have a heart pain, especially in the wake of that hypnosis, to relive me and Kuno’s predecessor.
But when you want to get free, you have to take off a skin.
I don’t know.
And the last act of the play, the scenery, asked me, “Did you think that after all this, I would love you less than I love you?” I’m sorry.
I know he’s asking this question for himself, if he has anything to say.
I took a deep look down at the stage, and it was so intruding, and it was hard for me to say that I was so desperate to go.
However, I do not wish to surrender.
I am not willing to surrender to the man who controls my fate and refuses to give me a little mercy.
So I grabbed the life-saving straw from the scene.
And We plunged Our hearts into the sight of the glare.
There’s love, there’s my true heart.
So I opened my mouth firmly: “The fate of a son of a bitch is nothing but a self-deception of those who move themselves.” I’m going after a play. Why are you serious? I’m sorry.
I had a dream. I wouldn’t take it seriously!
Hold me with a nice view.
It’s the end of the scene.
“The so-called decreed man never existed, and if there were, the brave girls, you would have been willing to believe, in which there was no room for a single moment. I’m sorry.
When the curtain fell, I saw Jiangdong fall on the first row bench.
Then he was completely isolated from the curtain.
16
The first audition was a great success for a play that focused on new thinking about women.
I’m going to tour for dozens of shows with the grand view.
I haven’t seen Jiangdong since then.
I think that I was in love with Kuno, and he was at least tenacious.
Sooner or later, like me, he’ll come up with something out of control.
We sincerely wish him, who is also at the mercy of fate, that he may soon be free of constraints.
17
My symptoms gradually improved when I left the country completely.
Almost sure I finally got rid of that manipulation of my pen.
The last tour, the scenery finally officially revealed to me.
Not on stage, not in rehearsal.
In the private sphere, he formally disengaged from his role in the play and solemnly asked me if I wanted to be with him.
Once again, I see certainty in the eyes of others!
Dozens of concerts, innumerable rehearsals, and those moments of true love, made it clear to him that we moved each other.
He looked at me with determination: “Thank you, Nancy, for breaking through and coming to me. I’m sorry.
The ring was in front of me, and he looked forward to it.
I didn’t reach out.
“Let me be willing to wear your wedding ring … Is this your strategy? I’m sorry.
The scenery was stunned and the ring fell.
It’s rare to see the look of panic on the faces of the charades of the numerous players.
It took me a while to get past God and laugh.
He said, “How can a woman who can escape her destiny not see my tricks?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know he was a strategist.
At first We were only skeptical of him and watched him pressurize to escape his destiny, and We thought that he was redeemed in meditation.
Until Jiangdong wakes up.
I saw the panic in his eyes, which was not like the fear of losing my loved one, and I had this bold guess after knowing it was a novel.
It’s just speculation.
It’s just a three-point test.
And he gave me the worst answer.
It’s quiet inside.
The loss of chaffy intimacy looks fragile and hypocritical.
In the sweet moments of the past, a brain surge came out and hit the scenery face.
He lit a smoke and it frowned his eyes.
Like to cry.
I was the first to break the silence: “What’s going to happen if the attack succeeds?” I’m sorry.
He looked at me in the smoke for a long time: “I will leave and return to my world.” I’m sorry.
The scenery should be a little scary.
Whoever doesn’t want to go home, he’s only one step away from it, and he’s afraid I’m gonna lose him.
I picked up the ring on the ground and took a little bit of it.
It’s got our initials on the skin, and he’s got it in his heart.
He could have bought it without my size.
I put it on my finger, and the tears fell down.
He pretended to be choked by smoke and covered himself with coughs.
“Don’t feel guilty,” I smiled at the tears of cutting off my cheek, and said, “Let’s just take what we took.” I’m sorry.
Look at me in the sky.
Since he was a strategist, I think he should have known that the psychologist had given me two options.
One is through Jiangdong.
The other is “moving.”
The scenery, it’s just my other drug.
From the moment I saw the script and met him, I had doubts about him, and since it was on hand, there was no need.
It’s a nice sight, a quiet moment, a smile.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I’m laughing too.
He brought a red glass next to it.
I bumped into him.
“Happy working together, my Miss Nancy. I’m sorry.
“Special pleasure, Mr. Kuno! I’m sorry.
We were so happy and we cried…
18
The last show was a perfect show.
The scenery on stage held me for a long time.
“Bye this time, Mr. Kuno. I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, you and Jiangdong, I love no one. I’m sorry.
I’m not going to love fate, and I’m not going to be a chess player like a chess player, even if I’m going to save myself.
I want my love, not for anything else.
The scenery finally let go and turned and bowed.
And I, after two passive moments, finally have the right to love.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
