How come you don’t like being alone? – What?
Boyfriends suddenly become handsome, I’m told I have a real vision, and I panic.
After all, I confessed to him for forty-four years and he promised me for forty-fifth time.
But I thought he had me in his heart until the night I heard my roommate cry out my boyfriend’s name…
When I used to like to sail, a group of people said I had problems with my eyes.
He’s fat and he’s got a bad temper.
Ask me how I like him.
Now, another one says:
Why would you let a dirty bitch be his girlfriend?
I’ll wait for him at the entrance to their class.
In the last Friday class, there are a few couples outside the stairwell, and there are three or two female classmates who are discussing.
“Is he a marine?”
A girl with a pair of pony tails asks the short-haired girl next to her, and the sound is not small.
“He’s so handsome. I’ve never heard of him before. I’m sorry.
“I heard it was a diet. Well, there was someone before. It’s because we don’t have that long-term vision. I’m sorry.
“Who is he with?”
“Don’t you know? The painting house is fine. I’m sorry.
“…”
I heard my name, followed by a moment of silence.
“It’s that woman. Why would he like her? I’m sorry.
Someone whispered.
I shrugged my shoulder and looked in my pocket in the classroom, and the marines sat in the first row and looked down at what was written.
The light of the evening twilight just happened to hit his side of the face, and suddenly his eyes were as bright as amber.
I don’t care if he looks good.
I’m just concerned that he’s getting better, that everyone’s looking at him and that my people are not mine anymore.
Ten minutes before the end of class, I was sneaking around to text him.
Ask him what he wants to eat at night.
He seems to have slipped his eye phone and never returned me.
I had to wait for him to leave the class, the last class before the weekend, the classmates couldn’t sit, and the teacher stopped.
The door opened and I ran to him, and a girl stopped him to ask him questions.
“Sister, we’re in a hurry to eat. I’m sorry.
I pulled up the neck and blinked at the girl who asked the question.
But…
The girl looked at him with some difficulty, and the fire in my heart rose.
“I’m not hungry. I’m sorry.
Half an hour ago, the ocean looked up, and pulled away from me while writing.
“…”
You weren’t so active when I asked you the question in high school.
The two people who were talking about the subject were really low, like they were whispering, and I couldn’t understand the deep-seated questions that were being studied at the Academy, and I just found a place to sit there.
And the evening sun covered with a half of it, and We drew out his contours with our fingers, and drew a large fork.
Girls who like to sail have changed a lot, not so good.
Finally, we’ve had a very long discussion, and I see the girl is still trying to eat with us, rushing up and running.
He’s right behind me. He’s not talking.
I don’t know if he likes me by sea.
Because I confessed to him forty-four times. He only promised me forty-fifth time.
Maybe it’s because I’m tired of it.
He’s got math in his head. He’s not surprised.
On my back, I told him all the funny stories about what happened in the studio, and he looked in his eyes, and the sunset made his eyelashes thin.
When I was talking about David’s face, he interrupted me.
“What to eat?”
As always, he’s calm.
I suspect he just didn’t listen to me. He just interrupted me.
It’s just a meal, people in the cafeteria.
I know, but I don’t think the school canteens have to follow the “no words, no words.”
I look up to those who look across the street, and he takes the fish bones carefully, and he picks chopsticks out of his sharp fingers, and looks at them, and looks at them.
And then something happened that made me feel better.
A girl sat directly next to her.
The one who asked him the question.
I’m looking for you! I’m sorry.
I completely ignored my existence.
“The question that I just discussed, I thought about it. Do you think that’s all you can do? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
That’s pretty real, sister.
I looked directly at the girl who was sitting next to her, and I had just eaten without a word, and my eyes were caught in the draft paper.
I looked at them, and I dug a big meal into my mouth with hate.
I don’t know if I’m full or I’m full, wipe my mouth, cough twice.
Nobody cares about me.
I called out the name of the marine and he looked up at me.
I used to love his eyes, because they were beautiful, and he was blinded by the eyes of people, and he saw nothing, but he saw nothing.
“I’m leaving, Marine?”
I’m holding the side of the plate.
He has no hesitation in the place, and the second we look at seems to be asking me what else is going on.
“I really, go, go.”
I bit my teeth.
“Don’t wait for me.”
He opened his first golden mouth to me since we got to the cafeteria.
I’ve got a lot of good luck with the way I like him.
I ran to the playground alone.
In the sunset, red light sank into the horizon, there was a crowd of running people on the playground, and there were three or two couples.
There’s no information on the phone. I opened the chat box on the top of the road and asked what he was doing and stopped.
I know, my best friend told me, I’m too humble.
But I like him. He’s a man I’ve loved for a long time. I love him for whatever it is.
I’ve been wondering if I’m too stupid for him to like me.
Do you have to share the complex formulas with the girl?
But even on the art road, I can see that I’ve drained all my brain cells from a school like that on land.
I swung my eyes and found me crying again.
If I’d been seen crying, he’d be in trouble.
I ran in front of three, three or two people, and that’s how I went on the landing flight. He suddenly said he wanted to lose weight. I didn’t care what he looked like, but he asked me to run with him.
The reason for this is the desire for personal oversight.
Of course I won’t turn him down and come running with him every day after 5:00.
I grew up in my worst sports class, my worst running, and all the resistance in front of him went away.
He can’t breathe in the sunset, he’s more insane than I am, but he’s a self-disciplined man, and if he had a heart, it would have been easy.
I was running with him, and I became increasingly unhappy when I watched him turn from being the least visible little fatty in the crowd to being a very handsome, high-cold senior among the rest of the population.
This emotion, the straight man on the land, couldn’t tell.
I’ve been smiling at him so he won’t even know I’m unhappy.
“What are you doing?”
The sunset went into the horizon, the evening went into the twilight, and three or two people in the playground went out, so I pulled out my cell phone and made that statement.
Where are you?
I’ve been staring at the message box for a long time, and I think I went to their classroom this afternoon.
He might have seen the news, but he didn’t.
I’m sitting alone in the playground, and I don’t know why I have to sit here. It’s kind of cold in the late autumn. The lights are on and the playground is a couple’s date.
I don’t know.
He’s probably the boring boyfriends of the other population, but I just have to stay close to him and have a heart that doesn’t sound like mine. He doesn’t like to laugh. I didn’t see him laugh a few times. It’s just when he looks at me, I’m always trying to level his eyebrows.
At 8:30, I sat enough and stood up with a laziness and a few wild stars hanging in the night sky.
I tried not to think what he was doing now, whether he was in the same classroom as that girl, and whether he was looking at her with his dark eyes.
…until my school bag was raised gently.
The light of the roadlight was flowing in his eyes.
He naturally held my hand and pulled me forward.
It’s cold, cold, and cold.
“You came to me?”
I looked up at him.
“Go by. I’m sorry.
The two words that he returned were so careless and sincere.
“Mathematics is so interesting. I’m sorry.
Apparently I had nothing to say, he looked at me gently, and my best friend said that I was going to let Marine know that I was angry sometimes, but I didn’t want to be angry with him, and I was afraid he would leave when I was angry.
“Who’s the girl who asked you today? I’m sorry.
I shook his hand.
“Students. I’m sorry.
“She likes you, doesn’t she? I’m sorry.
The ocean frowns at me.
“Don’t like it. I’m sorry.
“But isn’t that what she does to you? I’m sorry.
He looked at me with an incomprehensible eye.
. . ..and sailed for him, and had never been loved by any girl except me.
He was therefore particularly slow in this respect, and other girls were confused with him, and he accepted it.
“She asked me interesting questions, so she couldn’t help but discuss them. I’m sorry.
The school lamp runs all the way to the end, and the quiet voice of the land rolls with wind.
If I could be as smart as that girl, wouldn’t I have a problem with you all afternoon?
I held his hand tight like I wanted to rub it at even the temperature.
“Will you leave me, Marine? I’m sorry.
“Will you throw me away because of someone better than me? I’m sorry.
We don’t want to talk first on four quiet autumn nights.
And his eyes were in the ink of the night, and then he drew his lips, and raised a smile without a smile.
“Think so much, it’s free. I’m sorry.
When I returned to the dormitory, half of the delivery boxes were removed and blocked my way.
There’s only one person in the dorm who’s talking to his girlfriend on the phone loudly, and Little A is sleeping on my top bunk, and she’s swinging her legs down, and I can see from the curtains.
“You asked my roommate? I’m the only one left in the dorm…
I pushed her to open the door and she took it.
Little A used to make herself a nice little girl, and I wrinkled and crossed her.
Her table was full of stuff, books, cosmetics, paints and boards.
“Ah, well, well, well, well, well, well.
She kicked me with her foot.
I almost dragged her all over the top.
“You want him.
“My friend wants him.
“…no. I’m sorry.
I’ve always been a freshman, and I’ve never been in the back of a little A, and I’ve turned around and I’ve been in the bathroom.
I don’t like little A. I mean, we don’t like little A in the whole dorm.
Of course, a delicate girl will not cause public outrage, and what we hate is her two-faced nature.
Her table was always the most messy in the dorm, and her bed was always the dirtiest in the dorm.
She’s always out there complaining about how dirty her roommate is and how much she likes to play.
And it’s a white lotus flower.
I don’t know.
But I didn’t think, in a few days, she had actually been added.
I’ve recently had a subject that I need to write, so I’ll be a model once a week when I’m out of class.
He went to change and left his cell phone on the table ringing.
I didn’t mean to. Well, I just wanted to see who the hell was talking to.
And then I saw Little A’s name.
“Do you have time for dinner at night, Brother Sai? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“Air’s brother”? I’m sorry.
The voyage came out and I squealed his voice.
“Is it sick?”
He bowed his head over the cuffs of his shirt and didn’t lift it back to me.
I threw his phone at him.
He took a look.
“She said it was your roommate. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, my favorite roommate. I’m sorry.
“Why not?”
The sound of the marine was calm, and he finally took care of his clothes and sat on the chair in front of me, and the last button in the neck was what I told him not to. His collarbone was so beautiful that he wanted to bite.
The brush covered his eyebrow with paint.
“For a lot of reasons, she’s faking. I’m sorry.
The marines picked the eyebrows.
“That’s you, huh?”
“What? I’m sorry.
My hands are shaking, my nose is crooked.
“She says your entire dormitory is isolating her. I’m sorry.
I almost died of anger.
I threw my pen into the bucket, stood up to him and looked at his eyes with his shoulder.
“Why don’t you ask us why we isolated her? I’m sorry.
After lunch, the sun leaked into the room, and the picture in the studio was always good, and it was like a blue lake in his eyes, as if nothing could bring that silk, and he looked at me in silence.
I looked down close to him, squeezed his shoulder.
“Ligue, I tell you, she’s bad. I’m sorry.
“She’s like a green tea, you know? You stay away from her and delete her. I’m sorry.
“Are you serious, can you not be so close to those strange women…”
I’m a little angry, and I’m a little confused, and I’m really afraid of being taken from my land.
As if the windows were not tight, the veil was raised, and his hands were tied to my waist when I said so, he looked at me in peace.
God knows what he’s thinking.
“Lavid, I didn’t limit you to having sex with a different person, but she can’t, she…”
And he held his hand on my waist hard, and I was taken into my arms in a hurry.
And then he kissed me in my head.
We’ve been together for quite a while, kissing, of course.
It’s just that marines don’t know when to do something, like right now, and I’m serious about telling him he’s wrong and he doesn’t listen.
Not only don’t listen, but also block my mouth.
Until someone opens the door and shares a studio with me.
“Ah, ah, Izzy, y’all, go on…”
I don’t know.
Of course I can’t go on, I’m walking away from him with my mouth shut, and I’m staring straight at me, and my heart beats out of one hundred and twenty.
Really, take him.
“And the one who’s been asking you questions, Marine, if you can’t see it, I’ll watch it for you, and she’ll be asking you…”
He’s like he’s all right.
“You just said you didn’t restrict my heterosexual friends? I’m sorry.
“…”
I hurriedly took a pen and knocked on the barrel.
I had to draw him first, and the pen fell to his lips, and he put a tan on it.
I suddenly think this place just kissed me.
I took a pen to him, the triangle, from eyes to the bottom of the nose.
As he was from Us, so he was neither near nor far away.
There are things I can’t stop, like I can’t stop the peach blossoms around him when he’s handsome, and I can’t stop Little A and the cruises.
They really have friends.
I found it in little A’s circle of friends, and little A’s in the middle of the party, in a white dress, while the marines were standing next to her three seats, looking at the camera in peace.
I don’t know.
They went to the same party and nobody told me.
My hand was hanging in a dialogue with the marines, and I didn’t question him.
In fact, most of the conversations I had with the marines were a big part of my speech, and he had a few words.
I used to talk like this, and I kept holding my hand until my girlfriend saw my interface and she looked up and I asked.
There’s no such boyfriend.
“You send him so many words, he goes back to you?” I’m sorry.
“He hates me. I’m sorry.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“But I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help but text him. I wanted to hear from him. I’m sorry.
“…”
My best friend leans on me, but the only thing she objects to me is being with the sea.
She always said I was too humble with the sea.
I know, of course, that there were a lot of people who didn’t understand me when the boat didn’t lose weight, and asked if all the pretty girls liked to be with the fat guy, and why did I chase him when the boat didn’t answer to me?
But can you really explain like this? I just see his heart beating. I think of him for everything.
When I was little, I was a crybaby.
The children in the compound were in groups and they always liked to bully me, and I was standing right in front of me.
Will the voyage regret that my young man had risen up to protect me so long?
Actually, I know that there are people on land who like them.
He loved a schoolgirl, and everyone laughed at his toads for swan meat, and I was mocked when I was swaying like him.
He really likes that Aoi because he didn’t deny it.
And We confessed to him, and he refused to be clean and clean.
But I’m the one who owns the land.
I stomped over the phone and made good night in the chat box.
It was sent to him, and the night was covered with an autumn cold, and my heart was dragged down with no purpose.
I should have gotten used to it, he might be busy, he wouldn’t come back to me, and I sent him a good night lying alone in a chat box, and I felt like he left me on that deep night.
It’s as if he knew clearly that I would rise up and take the ash off myself and run after him again.
“Do you know what today is? I’m sorry.
I called the Marines. He was on the line the second time I called.
It’s like there’s some noise over there. He should be in the hallway.
He softly wooed.
It tickles. I can’t hear it through the microphone, like scratching my heart.
Landing! I’m sorry.
I called his name.
“Not tonight. I’m sorry.
He just knows why I called him.
“Then don’t you have a birthday with me? I’m sorry.
I’ve got a little cry, and I’m holding it down myself, and I’m in the cake shop, out of the window, in the window he ordered me the cake.
He ordered it for me, but I picked it up myself. He just made a phone call and paid for it.
He lamented and compromised to me.
“We’re about to start the race. I’m sorry.
So don’t bother him, my useless man. Don’t bother him.
“Then tell me where you are, Marine. I’m sorry.
He was silent, as if he had been called, and he promptly informed me of his location.
“…the Mind Building, the machine room. I’m sorry.
Hang up on my phone.
I don’t know.
By the time I got to the door of the room with the cake, the sunset had fallen.
Today’s evening is so red that the entire classroom is filled with thin twilight, like another world that is not real, and the air is sitting in the back of a computer.
Seeing me, he took off the golden rim glasses on his nose.
I thought the last girl who asked him questions would stay with him, but he wasn’t. He was alone in the room. The computer was buzzing.
His eyes were red in the evening.
“I still have a long time. I’m sorry.
His voice is a little tired, I don’t know if I did it or if he’s really tired.
I put the cake next to him and looked at him with my chin.
“Nothing, I’ll wait for you. I’m sorry.
..I always felt that I could wait on land.
As it is now, his vision is back on the computer screen, leaving me on the side, and I can entertain myself and outline his cuffs.
I’d really like to tell him if you could just drop your hand and spend your birthday with me?
There’s no such thing as a boyfriend, Marine.
I’m a little angry, and I can’t help looking at his calm side of the face without knowing why.
If I leave you one day, will you come back for me?
Would you be so distracted?
I don’t know.
I thought I was waiting and I fell asleep.
I had a weird dream when I woke up and his coat was covered in my shoulder.
Open your eyes, but it’s dark inside.
If it hadn’t been for the light outside the window, I would have thought I was blind.
And I got up and wanted to go to him, and it seemed like I was standing up too much, and the next person put his finger on his lips and booed at me.
And then the light lit, the lighter.
Landing on the back of the chair, holding me by the chin, a weak light that blinded his face, only those dark eyes were beautiful and clear.
He seems really tired, soft and weary.
The flames dye the candles on the cake.
Make a wish. I’m sorry.
He said to me.
“I want to be with you next year. I’m sorry.
I watched him hide his eyes, and told him my wish.
I know it’s hard to say it, but I’d rather say it to God.
The candles that were blown out brought darkness upon the earth, and it seemed as if he was groaning in the scenery of destruction.
I know there’s a contradiction between me and Little A.
But I didn’t realize that contradiction came so fast.
My scholarship was stolen by Little A.
I’m doing a little less A in every subject, and the single teacher scores a little bit more than her, and the statements from the class are higher than her.
My name was changed to her.
No wonder she used to call the seniors who entered her grades at night.
When I went through her chatting with other girls, she looked at me and said with all her pride:
“Who calls me good?”
I almost grabbed her face.
In fact, I was told that I had a bad reputation and that, apart from being a publicist, there was a lot of reason why she was lying.
I’m going to the office to get the supervisor and ask for a recheck.
The conductor told me there was nothing to check. The list was established.
“But I’m usually much taller than her. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t possibly take it.
The conductor was suffocating.
Little A is your roommate, and you probably don’t know that her family is difficult, she’s a stubborn girl. This time, will you help your classmates? I’m sorry.
I don’t see any difficulty with her condition.
What I’m going to say is that the supervisors are already impatient to deal with the next issue.
It’s like something went wrong. It’s probably because of me and her in the dorm, she wants to get back at me.
When I walked out of the building, my tears almost fell out.
I thought I had to be strong. Scholarships and honors were not really so important to me, but what I hated was taking it from Little A.
I don’t understand why a three-day run to the supervisor’s office, and a near man like her, is worth the year’s effort and effort.
I feel like I’ve been stuffed in my chest with something soft, desperate, and I’ve lost my mind and I’ve lost my cell phone, and I’m looking for a way to save myself.
I’m calling Marine, I want to hear his voice. Please, just this once.
I don’t know if I can hold on. I really want someone to hold me, or I’m afraid I won’t be able to follow.
But the phone beeped and said he was in the line.
I went back to the dorm with my hands on the door and I didn’t open it, and I heard Little A coming with a soft, sensitive voice.
She was crying out the name of a marine.
Turns out she’s the one who took over the line. She’s one step ahead of me.
She cried and accused me of my crimes by sea, saying that I had been bullying her, that I had led her, that she had a good show, that she was pretending to be a disgraced white lotus flower in front of the male.
I don’t know what the Marines will say, I don’t know what the Marines will do, I don’t even know when their relationship will be so close to calling.
I just burst into it the second the fire fuses in the back of my heart.
My mom always said I’d lose my character.
She said I’m too ambivalent, like I can’t wait for a few dozen times, don’t like it and don’t know how to go back, and impulsive personality is always carried by someone else’s nose.
So for the second time today, when I set foot in the supervisor’s office, there was some regret that I should calm down.
But all about the landing, it happens to be the only way to get my nerves.
Little A cried in front of the conductor with pear and rain.
She was not the kind of one who cried loudly and snotted her nose, but rather patheticly stood in the corner and touched her nose.
When we came over, I saw her thinking about adjusting Liu Hai.
“Oh, what is it?”
The conductor took a deep look at me.
“She seduced my boyfriend. I’m sorry.
I just said it.
I didn’t!
Turns out she’s like a rabbit who’s been stomped on her tail and yells at me in red eyes.
“You called him crying and I caught you.” I’m sorry.
I’m smirking.
“Can’t you allow him to have other friends? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I’m so careful. I’m sorry.
“Stop it, stop it, stop it! The director knocked on the table.
I’ve heard something about your dormitory. I’m sorry.
That’s it, I finally know which side the conductor is on.
Is it not true that the point of not denying is not so great, because I am in the eyes of the conductor, and at a time when I have no idea what I am in his eyes when I am on land?
Little A, he’d say a few words to him crying, and he’d turn to Little A?
The end of the last thing, of course, is the director asking us to apologize to each other.
It’s impossible for us to be under one dormitory again. I have to find a chance to move out. I just got mad at him and I’m gonna live in his house face?
This is when the Marines called.
I was sitting in front of the administration building to pick up the call, and he gave me a rather small number of calls.
It’s hard for me to figure out the meaning of this phone call at this very moment.
“Did you bully your roommate? I’m sorry.
Ha, sure.
Am I on my side? What am I dreaming about?
Something in my heart is being pulled down, and it hurts a little bit.
“Landing. I’m sorry.
I called his name and he was silent for a while.
“Isn’t a crybaby having sugar?” I’m sorry.
“…what’s the connection? I’m sorry.
“Do you like me? Am I the reason you’re here with me? I’m sorry.
“Do you understand what a boyfriend means? Do you know you’re on my side? I’m sorry.
“Why are you talking to people?”
“You had to leave me alone, didn’t you? What do you think you’re doing to me and I’m not leaving you? I’m sorry.
I didn’t realize I was too excited to breathe until my squeaky voice caught the cry.
I didn’t seem to cry at sea, he never saw me when I was upset. He only knew that I laughed, but he didn’t know that he had caused me to cry many times.
“Is it because she stole your scholarship? {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FF00} It’s just a few thousand bucks.
“No, no!”
I’m interrupting what he said, and I think it’s a little too harsh.
I’m really angry, I’m tired, I’m sick, I’m crying on the steps with my cell phone, I’m shaking hard.
I suddenly hated being weak in the face of the sea, being moved by him, so many times to me.
The wind of late autumn is not warm at all, and it’s like it’s just coming back, asking why I’m crying.
I don’t want you anymore. I’m sorry.
It’s been a long time since my back’s sweat cooled down, and I sorted out my tone and said to the microphone.
It was the first time I had to hang up on him.
Marine.
“Landing,
I didn’t think I broke up with you.
I thought as long as you didn’t leave me, I could stick to you forever.
And then I overestimated myself.
When I wrote this, I looked through our chat records, and I found out that I had insisted that you had a good night.
I don’t think I’m going to.
I don’t think you’re gonna be affected by leaving you, but I’m still thinking if you’re sad, you’re gonna keep me.
Forget it, you won’t stay. Why would someone so proud of you bow down for who, anyway?
Actually, I know what your diet is for.
Your sister is going home soon, right?
I think you’re in a good position to catch up with Aoi, so I’ll just take a walk and empty that spot.
I like you.
How many times have I confessed to you? You’ve heard enough, but let me say it for the last time.
I’ll never tell you I like you again. You can finally relax, and I won’t bother you again.
I, anyway, was a man who didn’t hit the South Wall. I thought I could touch you. I thought I could make you like me, I thought.
But I feel so confident.
“Lands don’t like it. Why does that bitch still haunt him?
– That’s what they say about us.
You’re certainly not the kind of person who likes gossip, so you don’t know what people say about us, but I don’t care what they say about me anymore, and I lick it, as long as I’m around.
But I don’t want to be around you anymore, Marine.
I thought about it. I don’t want to be with you anymore.
It’s not like I’m having a temper with you, it’s not like I’m having an affair.
I don’t know when it started, like the day I heard Little A on the phone with you, and I got angry, and then I realized that every day, I didn’t like you the day before.
So you don’t have to worry about me coming back.
I don’t know if you regret protecting me when I was a little girl, which made me happy with you, but thanks for agreeing to be with me and for the day you promised me.
And then, with you, I realized I wasn’t so happy.
Always waiting for you to leave school, always jealous of those who stay by your side, always wondering if you can look at me more.
That’s just too tired.
You don’t like me, you don’t know how I feel.
But well, I feel like I’m coming out.
Don’t worry, I won’t come to you, I haven’t finished my painting work, I’ve contacted a new model, you don’t have to worry, you’ll probably get ready for a few competitions, you’ll be able to get laid without my girlfriend.
I’m sorry I didn’t want to see you now, so I deleted you after I sent you this message.
We’ll meet again as strangers.
I won’t laugh at you anymore.
I hope you don’t mind.
I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
With regard to his first two decades of emotional experience in life, he always felt that it was a mess as if the same regiment had been rounded up.
What did he promise Lin to confess? He forgot.
I don’t really remember. He just wanted to remember how she was smiling in a long dress of goose yellow.
Well, there’s nothing to be happy with him.
Does he bother the person in front of him, as if he were not upset, or would he not have accepted her confession that he had never been a man to find himself.
She’s pretty enough, yeah, just pretty enough to have such a pretty girl as a girlfriend, that’s what he thought after lunch.
That’s why he said yes.
She’s like a flash of light in his dark life.
He doesn’t hate the dark. He even thinks it’s a good life, but now his world is stuck in something tough.
She screamed by sea, followed by him, and he couldn’t get rid of her.
Yeah, he hates her.
At least, a long time ago, he thought so.
But he made her confess, and he couldn’t understand his heart, and he promised her.
He thinks it’s nothing. Boyfriends are a noun for him, like a man with her.
But she doesn’t know when his world has grown bigger than humans.
Lin Qing is not human, that’s what he defines it.
She was yelling around him, he was bored, he hated her, but he wanted to kiss her.
It’s a paradox, so he likes formulas, and he doesn’t have to deal with all the insinuations.
It is true that he does not know how to get along with the opposite sex, that the women who came to him are different, and that they are still not in the definition of “women”.
The luminous is the luminous.
Something he frowned to see.
Something disturbing in his heart.
He deliberately refused to return her news, but he was tired of her at some point more than those women, but every time he found it funny, the man would never let go of her even a little bit of enthusiasm because of her cold.
She’s still following him.
Him.
He never thought she’d go.
Is that right? How could she leave him? She’s so hot, she likes him so many times she says.
He doesn’t like her.
Or maybe not.
So when she told him to break up, he just hung up and went on into the formula.
For the first time in his mind, the numbers were a mess.
She’ll probably send him a message at night and make up with him.
So that day, he stopped his pen and read it every ten minutes.
She’s not looking for him.
But her roommate, Little A, sent him a lot of words, and he didn’t want to see them, because all of her words were hers, without him.
He’s, lin bright.
For the first time he felt like he wanted to lose something.
The first day, the next day, she still didn’t look for him.
It’s no big deal. Let’s break up. You’re annoying her.
He kept talking to himself.
But what it’s like to have your heart ripped off.
A panic haunts his heart all day.
I’m gonna be sick of you, Lin.
He mocked himself gently.
The other day, he came to the painting house unconsciously.
The courtyards were a long way from their studios, and he had no idea how he had come, she had come to him, and he rarely waited for her.
If she hadn’t been her model, she wouldn’t have finished her homework, would she?
There was no pressure on the heart, and he looked from the window to their room, and the light fell upon the morning.
Rin sat behind the drawing board, and she was sitting opposite the other man.
She’s drawing that man.
♪ I can’t ♪
He never had any feelings of jealousy, and he never felt that he had anyone to be jealous or anything.
But now, in the head, the man she’s been looking at, the man she’s scrawling at, wipes out.
Don’t draw him. Don’t look at him in your eyes.
Don’t smile at him, don’t stick to him.
Almost in a moment, one of the valves in his heart couldn’t shut the dark river in my heart.
Are you kidding? Why are you so close to another man?
Can’t you call me? Can’t you model me for you?
He suddenly found out they broke up.
He realized for the first time that they had broken up.
Marines live outside renting a house.
When I saw the great passage that was sent to him with a bright end, it was a night of rain.
He read every word, every word, several times.
The heart is as painful as being held tight.
And he looked out of the window, and the shadow of the twilight swayed by the rain, and cooled into the bones.
Strangely, he thinks he’s not a sentimental person.
He thought that he would not grieve for anyone, and that he would have no regrets.
He thought.
What have you done?
What did the marines do to Lin?
He was blindly staring at the screen.
She’s really, like, done with him.
The memories were crowded into every corner of his heart and he remembered the last time she confessed to him, when he promised.
She came over to hold him, with a small body, and she breathed all over her neck, and she always smelled of grape candy.
I wish I could hold you a little tighter.
He remembered the first time she kissed her after they came back from the playground together during the summer.
She’s been around him all the time, and he thinks she’s a little upset.
Just lean down and kiss her.
She can’t help it.
He was in a much better mood.
He knows he’s bad for her.
So what? She likes him. There’s a phrase called “no fear.”
When he saw a silly girl chasing him, he felt that he might be satisfied with some part of his dark thoughts.
Yeah, he took all of his, bad, impatient, negative, all of her.
How did she leave? Didn’t she say she’d stay with him forever?
Little liar.
Little liar.
He was staring at the screen of his cell phone and the first message she sent to him was that she had had a good night with him.
He used to think that she was having a stress disorder and had to say good night to him every day.
Now, he thought it would be nice if the girl who hasn’t spoken to him in five days could suddenly send him a good night.
Good.
His finger was on the phone screen and he typed two words of good night and sent them to her.
Isn’t that the first time he said good night to her? He forgot.
Just red exclamation marks standing next to that good night, like silent irony.
That night, he never drank, he opened one can and one can.
For the first time, he felt like a worm in darkness, looking at the light.
Is it his light that he saw only that she was of him?
He couldn’t believe her going, he was grumpy, he couldn’t help it, and he started asking himself, and then he didn’t regret it.
He went to the bathroom and threw up.
Look at yourself in the mirror, eyes red.
The beads were flowing through his eyebrows, and he knew that he might be able to attract a lot of women.
Can be that fat and fat before she still likes it.
She still likes it.
He left him behind.
Or did you lose her yourself?
People in the mirror look at their blood-stained glasses.
He’s wearing a dresser and burying himself.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
“Lin’s bright…”
I don’t know, just like someone in time said.
“Will you come back? I’m sorry.
He found out.
He likes her.
The guy who rented with the Marine was a boy with a pair of tiger teeth.
The painting house.
It’s the last time I talked to this roommate.
Boys probably have girlfriends, and he’s been back late these days.
“What is it?”
The boys are crooked.
“Lin’s bright and you know him? I’m sorry.
“Lin Qin”? She’s not your ex?”
…a roommate’s face is really nasty.
He suddenly remembered that this roommate had seen his and Lin’s luminous patterns, and he kept telling him to be nice to her:
“How can you have such a girlfriend? I’m sorry.
“No, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
“You’re really not afraid of her running away? I’m sorry.
“…”
He used to swear he was dead, and now she’s gone.
The ocean looked up and laughed at itself.
“I want to meet her. I’m sorry.
All his social software was deleted and the phone was hacked, and now he wants to find her only through his roommate in the same painting house.
“What’s the matter, Master Lu wants to turn back the grass? I’m sorry.
With regard to the concubines of the roommates, the marines have taken them seriously.
“Yeah, what do you suggest? I’m sorry.
“…you’re serious. I’m sorry.
The roommates waved, saying they couldn’t interfere.
But he said to keep in touch.
I don’t know.
The following afternoon, the Marines received a location.
At the entrance to the painting house, he jumped when he really got the news.
Every date I’ve had before, there’s no more tension.
The scratches were shaved, the tie was flat, and when he passed through a flower shop, he stopped.
By the radiant red rose is a white rose.
Like a clear moon.
He had never given her flowers, which he had thought was too vulgar and stupid.
But now that he’s holding a bouquet of flowers, he doesn’t know if his mind is too much for her.
He arrived 20 minutes early.
There was a river in front of the painting yard, and there was the sun, and the students came out in three or two, and the water was full of light.
He kissed her in front of the river.
The late heart beats, but so shockingly blows the contours.
Later, he waited a long time, he didn’t wait for her in the classroom, he looked through the window, and sometimes he thought, “Did she wait for him that way?”
Later, he waited for his roommate.
Your roommate’s face is weird.
“Sorry, your ex-girlfriend asked me to meet you 20 minutes late. I’m sorry.
“…?”
“She’s gone. I’m sorry.
The roommate said he had the painting in his hand.
It was him, who was not finished. Three quarters of the people in the picture had their faces hidden in shadows, and their eyes had never fallen on the painter.
He never looked at her seriously — she did.
“Go where?”
He’s a little squirmed, and he finds his voice speaking out.
“We have an exchange at the painting house in England every year, and the director talked to Lin, and she pushed it away for a reason…”
The roommate looked at him, and the eyes were clear — because of you.
He did not know about it, and it was so strong that he never felt she had sacrificed for him.
“I think you broke up. This exchange is a great opportunity.”
He doesn’t know if he wants to hear it or is afraid to hear it.
“When is she leaving? I’m sorry.
At least for the last time he wanted to see her, there were some things he wanted to say to her, and some things he had never wanted to say to her before, and he wanted to say one word to him.
The roommate stopped.
He suddenly had a very bad feeling about it.
“Six and a half, she should be here by now…”
The man in front turned and ran away.
Her roommate looked down, and Marine put that flower in his arms, probably so fast, but he wanted to remind him that Superman could not reverse time.
Seven o’clock, it’s long past, and he can’t keep a man he’s left without his heart, just as he will never catch up to.
Whether he loves her or not.
No matter how much he wants to kill himself who once left.
I don’t know.
When the wind blows through it, it is as if it is the ear of a man.
He was the only one who ran in the streets and led people to the earth, until he was groaning, and he looked at the stars that had fallen from the sky, and he set down his foot in pieces.
Seven o’clock Eleven.
He hammered the utility pole, hollering, and someone looked at him like he was crazy.
He went down slowly, slowly.
He was a very angry man. He might have been more annoying before, but he had everything he loved.
Only Lin will be angry with him when he leaves her in place and smiles at him.
He rubbed his forehead and laughed.
I don’t know whether to cry or laugh.
He thought she’d never forget it was his birthday.
And Qur’an said: She shall be with him for every birthday to come.
“The liar. I’m sorry.
His voice, he’s not even like him.
The night came, the neon lights were on, the old men were holding dogs, the children were beating each other, and someone was riding from his side, bringing a bell.
The fall leaves are wet and the morning rain, and the sun is bright after noon.
It seems to be the only weather in England.
She’s an Asian, just like her, and she lives together in a small house by the school.
The house is small and there is almost no private space, and it is difficult for a girl like Lin, who grew up in China, to understand why a roommate can go out and have a good time at midnight and fall asleep when she comes back at 6:00 in the morning.
She’s not very good at the weather in England. She’ll catch a cold in a few days.
There is also a strong nostril, and communication is confined to the adjoining mouths, where necessary only to remove a mobile phone.
She lived with the girl on the second floor of the landlord’s house, a single old English man.
The old man’s ex-wife is a Southeast Asian, and they seem to have a son.
Lin only met that son once.
Seems like he’s going to play ball, scrambling from his side with basketball, saying he’s sorry or something when he bumps into her, but with a nice English accent, low and sexy.
I don’t know.
Feels like a bad guy.
Thanks to someone, Lin’s sense of being male was not so good during this period, but her roommate, who wandered in front of him three or five times.
Boys who seemed a little younger than them were cold-faced with mixed-blooded faces and thus ignored her roommate.
I don’t know.
Lin saw a few boxes of cold medicine in the cupboards outside his room.
It’s supposed to be cold medicine. She knows a few words in the manual, but she’s got anti-inflammatory, but it doesn’t seem very good.
She thought it was from the landlord and took it.
As a result, the landlord ‘ s son passed by her the next day and looked at her and said to her in English.
His eyes were different from those of the Asians, which were almost a pair of amber-coloured eyes, reflecting her shadow in light.
She didn’t understand.
The two men were staring at each other, and the landlord’s son turned his head.
Their communication cannot be called pleasant.
Then Lin found out his name was Amos.
Amos.
Amos also appears to be in college, a few years younger than they were, and she does not know how she knew this man since that time, to the extent that she and Amos are so fond of her jokes, that she seduced him.
Before that, Lin would probably have been paranoid to figure it out.
Now she’s just feeling inexorably tired.
I don’t know if it’s because of the cold or because she stuffed something hard in her heart.
In the absence of school, she kept herself locked in that very small room and returned to the dictionaries with her daily words, and sometimes she did not know what she was carrying, except to get her out of the vortex of a certain memory for a while.
She was lying on the bed with her back on her back, and there was a rainstorm outside the window.
Until later, she felt cold all over her body.
Must have had a fever, she said to herself.
The window was open and some of the water came in.
She found the umbrella vaguely. She knew she had to go to the hospital.
But hands and feet don’t listen, and even let her fall down, open the door, and the rain is bigger than she thinks.
The cold wind drilled her head into her clothes, she was blown out of her cock, cold from the bottom of her feet and her head was lit down.
The heavy weight fell into the rain.
That’s terrible.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
It’s still bad when you wake up.
She seemed to be on the back of a man, but it was good that the rain had stopped and that her head was dazed and confused.
Landing.
Looks like a marine carrying her.
Why is he here? It’s England, 8120.65 kilometers apart, from Beijing to London for 12 hours.
She thinks she’s out of her mind and thinks she’s him.
She hammered the man, even with soft fists.
“What are you doing here?”
She asked him in cold.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
“Do you think I’ll forgive you? I’m sorry.
“Do you think I’m going back? I’m sorry.
“I tell you, it’s impossible. I’ll never turn back…”
“I will never…”
Why are you crying?
It’s not like people get excited when they catch a cold, it’s like the first time you like him.
Lin struggled and finally struggled.
“All right, let’s go to the hospital first? I’m sorry.
There was just a cold wind that woke her up, and the low voice of the people in front of her was different.
She blinked at the man, and suddenly she laughed.
There were tears on his eyelashes, but he didn’t know what to laugh at.
It’s not really a sea voyage. Amos is crouching in front of him, young people’s eyebrows seem to have rained, and the fog-filled eyes are full of search.
“I’m not the one you’re talking about, so can I come back now? I’m sorry.
He turned around.
I don’t know.
The evening wind in London didn’t go 8,000 miles into Beijing, she thought.
She held on to the neck of a teenager.
“Who is the Marine?”
Amos asked her in her ear.
“Don’t know. I’m sorry.
“Don’t know?”
Two laughs on her back.
“It’s you. You speak Chinese, right?”
Lin squeezed his shoulder and moved the subject.
That’s the days she was in the house talking to her in English.
“I am urging you to learn English. I’m sorry.
“You speak good Chinese. I’m sorry.
“My grandfather was Chinese. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
It’s been a while since Amos took care of her.
“Shall I teach you English?”
“Whatever. I’m sorry.
She’s not a good learner … She suddenly wonders how she’s such a character that she can’t get into a landing flight and ask one question after another.
“You can’t stop learning. You have to move on, right? I’m sorry.
Amos is still chattering, and think about it, the big boy, who’s always cold-faced, has become a lot of talker.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
She squeezed his neck.
The tears were drenched in a shadow.
“Yes…”
The young man’s neck smells like lemon trees in the backyard.
“We have to move forward. I’m sorry.
Never again.
Quantified
In fact, when Lin fainted at the door of the family she was in, the sea almost ran out.
But there was a man who stopped walking hard for a second.
Although the man who looked like a half-blooded man was holding Lin’s back by his hand, his anger could not be contained, he did not let himself run into the rain and take her away.
It should be said that a few steps went out and then stopped in place.
Even if it goes through? Can he have her? Will she not go? Will she stare at him with those eyes that used to smile at him?
For the first time he was so helpless.
He actually came here two or three days ago, and it wasn’t so hard to find a school, and he looked at her every day like a stalker.
When she left the house, when she came back from school, and there was a Chinese restaurant on two streets that she loved, and when she was in a good mood, she took the lemon tree from the painting yard.
She’s driving him crazy.
He wanted to ask her whether she was so cruel and really unwilling to give him a chance, but he was afraid that she was really like her and that she didn’t like him.
How many times did Marine say he didn’t like Lin?
He’s afraid she doesn’t like him.
When it was not so heavy in the rain, he looked at the tall, skinny boy crouching down on his back.
Looks pretty good.
He wanted to take her away.
He even wanted to lock her up and lock her in the basement, where she could only see him.
He’ll say I love you over and over in her ear.
The crazy things are all in his eyes, but he knows it.
She’ll hate him if she takes away Lin’s laughter.
I don’t know.
The place where the marine lives is checked out tomorrow.
He had to go back, the competition started, but he didn’t mention it.
He didn’t even take the leave. He was ordered by his roommate for the first time.
On a clear day, even the covers are wet and cold.
The ceiling of the hotel blocked a wall and he looked up at it.
He slept with Lin.
…just sleeping together.
On that day, it appeared that Lin Qing had come to his rented house, warmed by noon, and when he had finished his homework, he found her asleep in his bed.
She was restless and had her arms and legs outside.
He had no knowledge of men and women, nor had he known at that time how dangerous it was to be so bright.
He’s just a ghost holding her down, lying in bed, holding her up.
Been hugging for a long time.
I don’t know.
It was the last night in England that Marine had a dream.
It’s like a normal afternoon.
{\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FF00} Sitting in the river behind the painting yard.
He went to sit with her.
She’s crying, crying.
She had a lot of paint on her, and she told him it couldn’t be erased because it was acrylic.
When she saw him, she raised a smile.
He was crying for a second.
He grabbed her arm and put her in his arms.
The young girl was snorting in her arms and had some doubts.
That’s not how you hold him.
I’ll beat you up. I’m sorry.
“I’m not going out with people you don’t like. I’m sorry.
“I will not fail to return your message. I’m sorry.
“I’ll see you after class, okay? I’m sorry.
“I’ll take the place of the date. You don’t have to search for it yourself. I’m sorry.
“Do you like flowers? I’ll send you every week. I’m sorry.
“…”
He had so much to say to her.
But the wind on the river so gently blows.
“You come back, okay? I’m sorry.
She still didn’t hear him.
Something woke him up, and there was no light outside the window.
It’s in a two-way street.
Wild dogs bark, and the night rolls.
(concluded)
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
