How does a girl really want to break up?
How does a girl really want to break up?
After a big fight, my girlfriend fell and I went back to the study to play games.
I’m glad I rented a two-bedroom.
This time she packed her bags clean, but I’m sure she’ll be back in two days.
To her, I’ve always held her down.
It’s all mosquitoes out here in the middle of the night.
I knew it. It was less than half an hour before I heard the door ring. She’s back. Now I’m going to put my headphones on and get in the game.
And I don’t want to think about what’s wrong with her today.
It’s only 2:00. I stretched out a laziness, went to the toilet and watered. She should have slept. I slept in the study tonight.
I didn’t realize anything was wrong in the bathroom. There was no bottle on the table, and her pink towel hanging by the door. It is difficult to lose sight of this because, without these, the bathroom is empty enough to respond. What the hell is this? I was careful to push out the main door, the room was messy, but empty.
I don’t know how to describe it. There were some of my dirty clothes on the ground, and she used to complain that I didn’t know how to throw the dirty clothes at the washing machine, but there was nothing else in the main bedroom. Even more strangely, she did not sleep in her room.
I suddenly panicked, and that was something that never happened. I yelled at the girl, no one answered, I went from the living room to the bedroom, and she was gone. Where was she going at 2pm? I pulled out my phone and called her. I’m on the phone.
I opened the door in the closet, it was empty in half, and the rest was mine. Her two fancy suitcases were also missing.
What the hell is this crazy girl doing?
I went through the address book and called her best friend Li Qingqing.
Qingqing… Li Qingqing was always on her side, and she probably went to her house this time.
“Do you have Yoo? I’m sorry.
Yogi? Why is Yoo here? Li Qingqing’s voice is even louder. I’m sorry.
I’ve had enough trouble with a little white yoga. Every time I talk to her big voice girl, she doesn’t seem to know where white yoga is.
“Hey, hey! What’s wrong with Yoo? I’m sorry.
I’m on the phone. I’m sitting on the couch. Is she breaking up?
I rubbed my face and looked at the empty and tumultuous house, and I felt the smoke in my pocket, and the palace lit on the bed of the Lord, and snorted.
A moment later, I finally got here. She’s breaking up with me! Holy shit! I smoked a cigarette, jumped on the bed, cut off her half of the pillow, and lay a man in a bed of eight feet.
How dare she break up with me? Let’s see if we can feed ourselves.
I think I’m paying the rent, all the daily expenses, and she can’t even cook, and she can’t even eat.
Now, it’s better for her to really leave my life. It’s not my business. If she finds out she’s wrong and comes back to me, I have to tell her what to do with her life.
I’m thinking, I’m falling asleep.
Five hours before I fell asleep, I woke up in the sun. You don’t pull curtains! * I’m pushing around, but I’m pushing empty *
I was so scared to open my eyes, I was so scared that she left.
Let’s go. I’ll pull up the curtains and go back to sleep, and it’s just till noon.
And he who sleeps for a long time is drowsier. I’m driving down to the office.
I’ve passed the level at which I have to go to work every day, and even if I’m half a day late, my colleagues think I’m going to a meeting or something else.
I sat in my office, I looked at the work, and I couldn’t help it, and I turned on my phone, and I looked at the news, and the group of 99+ messages, and I went over one point at a time, and my friends drew up the newest, and then I opened the girl’s head, and our chat was yesterday.
She said she had wine and steak, so I went home early for dinner. I wouldn’t dare eat her steak. It’s so hard to break my teeth!
I did go back a little late yesterday, but she wasn’t angry because I was late. I ate half a piece of beef, drank a little wine and didn’t eat it, not because she was not good, but because I already ate it.
Honestly, beef is softer than before, but it’s better than last night eating with Lily at the Western.
Lily, who is the new front desk of our company, with a beautiful man and a sweet mouth. She admires me. She says there’s no room for this job at the front desk, and she’s always trying to ask me to eat and teach me how to upgrade my business skills so that she can do the same thing.
I didn’t mean anything to her, but I enjoyed that sweet compliment, after all, when I came home to be educated by girls, without throwing shoes, with dirty clothes in the washing machine and without playing games.
It’s two kinds of life, one second we were at the Western Dining Room, watching Jiang-gang eat steaks and wine, and the next second I was pulled back to reality in the rental room, all of them chickens and dogs.
Maybe I don’t have the right attitude. I said no steak, no meat. She wanted to say something, but she was blocked back and her eyes slipped out.
But what can I do? Can she just stop packing and disappear because I say beef isn’t good? Did she do that to me?
Lily knocked in, and she smiled, and she said, “Mr. Qin, here’s your quick. When I looked at it as a gift for my anniversary a few days ago, it was so late that I forgot that yesterday was our seventh anniversary.
The gift is a pearly watch in the shape of a four-leaf weed, and there’s nothing left in the national gold, and I’m flattered by my boyfriend when he transfers it, and now think of the crazy girl she’s got.
I called Lily, “Here you go. I’m sorry.
She was surprised and blinked.
“All right, you don’t have to go out. I’m sorry.
While white yoga is breaking up, doesn’t mean I’m looking at Lily, Lily, a girl with a modest salary, who knows which of the city’s western restaurants is beautiful at night, which hotel pool is beautiful, which brands are there, what sidelines are out, what price is it?
White yoga is much more practical, she never likes big things, she cooks her own steak at home once in a while, I pay her for my previous salary, and she even suggests that I rent a smaller house and take the subway to work, so she can save more money.
I watched her buy more and more money until she said that we had enough money for a down payment in the outer room, and I collected my pay card, and I told her that there was an emergency at home.
I’m afraid to see the look she’s been looking forward to, and she’s been with me for seven years, and a normal girl looks forward to a marriage, especially a girl like her, who has a normal working ability and is not as good as her.
But I don’t look forward to marriage, and I don’t have a better choice, but I don’t want to be tied up for a lifetime because of a young decision, or I’m sure she can’t leave me.
I shook my head, and I shouldn’t have thought of myself so dark, and I might still need time to adjust, maybe white yoga, and so on, and I’d have to be married someday.
But she left without a word.
I stayed in our chat room for a long time, and finally she started her circle, and she probably hacked me.
Forget it, she may not be able to live here for a while, and come back, and it will be easier to reason with her.
When I couldn’t meet my brother at night to play the game, I went to the baseball school alone, and the high-speed airballs broke out, so I could divert my attention and empty my head.
The whole arm was sore, the tiger had a tight mouth, and I stopped, and I ordered a beer at the bar outside, but I remembered that there was no replacement for a man driving today.
It is strange to look at people who come and come and go, when time is not used in the past, and when it comes to home in the blink of an eye, it’s just that time is stagnating.
The thought of going home to an empty room alone is a little acidic.
You left me a message, right?
I took out the phone again, I called her, I still couldn’t get through.
The red exclamation mark…
Yesterday, when she was cleaning my dirty clothes, her finger was rubbing in the neck, and it was lipstick.
Yesterday, Lily stomped in high heels. It hurts so much on me, it’s normal to leave a lipstick mark.
If that’s why, I can explain!
I suddenly felt that things weren’t so sad, that she was making a big deal, and she just asked, and I could explain it, and then I gave her a carefully prepared watch.
If you want to be angry, tell me where you are! I’ll worry about that.
I shot the guy next to him, bought him a beer, wanted to use his phone.
I’m pretty open, “Go ahead, fight with my girlfriend and get blacked out. I’m sorry.
I got a nod with a smile, a phone call, a familiar voice across the street.
“You listen to me. You misunderstood me…”
I may have just opened up and she hung up the phone and then called to find out she hung up and hacked the number.
It’s pretty amazing.
But I just heard a familiar background in two or three seconds, Lee Qingqing.
I didn’t know what I was doing yesterday
Li Qingqing lived in a single apartment, and I opened the door with my hand when she opened a stitch, and Li Qingqing was scared to close the door, and had it not been for the obstruction, my hand would have been crushed.
I had to open the door, open the Chase room, open the closet, go into the bathroom, have no sign of white yoga or her suitcase.
The lobby guard kicked me out of there in five minutes.
Li Qingqing was angry at me in the guest room by the lobby, pointing at my nose and calling me a pervert.
I picked her up and I asked her, “Where’s white yoga? Is it clear that there’s been a misunderstanding between me and White Yoo? I’m sorry.
Although white yoga was not at her house at the moment, Li Qingqing must have known about it.
Lee Qingqing raised his head and stared at me with his nostrils, “You two are out of luck! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!
After she had her cape and her slippers she went back. The security suggested I leave.
I don’t know what she’s up to. I don’t care if I don’t get paid, I don’t care!
When Li Qingqing left, he said, “Frozen three feet is not a day’s cold”, saying that people like me deserve to be abandoned.
“Did I get abandoned? I’m hugging freedom now, okay? I’m just worried about white yoga coming back to regret it. I want to clarify the misunderstanding. I’m sorry.
I feel like I’m getting dizzy. I don’t know what’s going on.
Then I drove home in a car accident.
I was sent to the hospital, and there was a sound that told me, 39 degrees, 5 degrees, multiple soft tissue bruises, and severe pressure on my fingers.
I remember I haven’t eaten in a day, and I screamed in my voice.
It’s surrounded by white and a traffic cop.
Fortunately, two beers were quickly metabolized, and no alcohol was detected, and the traffic police found that I was burned and hit the fence.
The nurse asked me if I had any family to contact.
I didn’t even think about it.
I asked the nurse to describe my symptoms in a more serious way, and then I looked up and waited, and my little girl, if she ever got mad, wouldn’t leave me alone.
Half an hour later, Binko came. “What happened to you? I’m sorry.
I wonder how he came.
He said Yoo called him.
Still, it’s true that a woman is a woman.
I hit it on the airbag, no one was hurt, but the fever was high, a drop was made, the nurse took care of the finger that had been cut from the door, and Bin followed the doctor to get some medicine, and the doctor let me go.
When Bin sent me home, he sat in our big bed and started taking off his shoes. I’m sorry.
I was so busy pulling him up, “You go to bed in the study and put your shoes on the door.” I’m sorry.
Bin picks up his shoes and says, “Well, it’s not like we went to military training and we were sleeping on top! I’m sorry.
The ash on the soles of his shoes was all the way from the door to the bed, and I held the pins, and Yogi was a bit of a blouse, and if I knew that the bed had been slept by the inn, let’s not say that the bed linen mattress had to be thrown away.
I picked up a pillow that was thrown on the ground yesterday, filmed it, put it back in place, dragged the ash from yesterday’s bullet on the ground, and the sneakers’ footprints carefully and picked up all the dirty clothes on the ground.
The room’s more empty and the echoes have increased.
I’m getting late, I can’t help but notice that my nose is sore, two tears are falling on the clean floor, I’m in a hurry to wipe my tears, I’m afraid that Bin will see, and I’ll bend down and work hard to wipe the floor. I’m sorry.
I threw dirty clothes into the washing machine on the main balcony, and the washing machine turned around, and I carried the microshock machine, pouring tears indiscriminately until the sound of snoring in the next room.
That’s what I’m fucking talking about. I’ve been away for only 24 hours, and I’m falling apart.
I hold her pillow and there’s a little bit of her on it, just a little bit, a little bit less.
The turn of events took place when Bin was asleep and I was insomnia, and his cell phone was ringing several times with his snoring. In the middle of the night, Binko was single again.
I didn’t even think about going to the study and taking out his phone and guessing his password and finding out he didn’t have it.
It’s open.
This is the only chance I have, and I’m very careful to answer with Bin’s voice:
Qin’s in bad shape, he’s got a fever, a concussion, the car’s dead.
The opposite side was entering for a long time, and finally calmed down and said nothing.
Until dawn, Bin found me crying and holding my handler on the floor.
“Hey, you too, you can’t see how bad you are! I’m sorry.
He asked me if I was hungry.
And We looked at him as if we were looking at the air.
I’ll go out and buy some.
It’s the door. It’s the key. I immediately sat up, depressed and excited to walk to the door, but Li took the key and brought the food.
Binko answered with enthusiasm, “I’m talking about buying food, and the food is coming. I’m sorry.
Lee Qingqing blew a white eye nostril and said, “It’s a little yoga that left me a spare key. “It says to turn around and leave.”
I was too busy to stop her, “King, where is Yoo, I have something to tell her. I’m sorry.
Lee Qingqing came back, “You got nothing to say to you. I’m sorry.
“What have I done to her? She won’t even see me? Or did she do something wrong? I’m sorry.
LEE Qingqing gave me a kick in the ass. Yoo didn’t say anything to me, but the day before yesterday she was ready for your seventh anniversary, and she looked forward to it, and she was so angry! I’m sorry.
“Oh, old Qin? Your anniversary? He played games with us until two in the middle of the night… .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Li Qingqing’s nostrils are even higher. I’m sorry.
And then she left.
Binko felt sorry for me, and he pushed me, “Well, let’s not say, eat first, get better before thinking otherwise. I’m sorry.
What happened three years ago was no secret. Everyone who knew us knew.
It’s not just an old love to break up with my college classmate, Ham, coming back from America. That’s why I have to go on a date.
I broke up with white yoga when she looked as shocked as the day before yesterday when I found out she was leaving.
She’s only a little girl to me. She’s an intern at my firm in college, and she’s been introduced to my co-sister, and she’s been a big fan of me. She’s been following me for a week, and it’s just my window, and it’s been four years.
For her, I was the first love of my life, the break-up three years ago, she couldn’t let go, spent a long time trying to contact my friends and even call my parents.
But she didn’t know that the people she contacted were on my side for me, so it didn’t affect me very much.
I spent two months with Ham and she went back to America silently. She said the country wasn’t for her. I wasn’t for her. She then learned from her classmates that she was forced to marry her American boyfriend and went back to her country for a summer break.
I was drunk for three days and three nights at home until I woke up with white yoga, and we didn’t mention it again, but since then I gave her my salary card and she could spend it as she wanted.
Yoo asked me, “Do I have the money, do you have the heart? I’m sorry.
I said, “Of course, you can always use money against me. I’m sorry.
Since then, Yoo has punished me in every way, and I’m happy to be there because I’m afraid of someone and she can make me feel safe.
I’m starting to get allergic to my little sister and my little sister, and the old ladies are doing it, and the ruling party is changing places in the opposition.
As long as there’s someone at home, there’s movement, there’s sound, I’m relieved.
But Yoo wanted more, she quietly saved a lot of money and took me to see the house, which was a little further away, but soon she could get through the subway, go to the south, have three places, have a school, a mall, a hospital, anyway.
I delayed for some time on the pretext that I could not let go of the city and did not want to go to the suburbs, and ended up lying that family members were in a hurry to borrow money and took away their salary cards.
If I want to buy a house, I want to buy a new house in downtown, because there’s no one else in my plan.
I took back my salary card, and I remembered the look of Yoga, and finally went to the country to lay down a luxury watch.
Because I remember very much when we were together, Yoo asked me, “Is it true that seven years itch?” I’m sorry.
She showed me an article on the Internet that said that human cells were dying every day, that the entire body would be changed for about seven years, so seven years later you and the two people who loved you seven years ago, and seven years later, that the person who loved you died, and seven years later didn’t love you.
And I said, “Then let my new cell love you, too. I’m sorry.
She was happy to hold me around the neck, “How can I know if you really love me or not in seven years?” I’m sorry.
Seven years, and in the long run, I didn’t think, “So long as we were together, we’d get married! I’m sorry.
I didn’t expect seven years to pass, and I couldn’t live up to my promise to marry, and I didn’t want to let Yoo go, but I had to buy a more expensive watch to cheer her up.
That’s why this luxurious cabinet girl, who collects money so fast, transfers it a day late, makes me forget the anniversary.
I told Binko, go away. I want to be alone.
Binko looked at the buns and the porridge on the table and looked at my yellow face and finally fell in love with her. I’m sorry.
There’s no one in the house, and my tears are pouring out, and I’m not sure if I’m feeling Yoo or not, so Li can take a look and bring something to eat.
If she can’t let go, why can’t I see me for myself?
Give me at least one chance to explain.
Why are you leaving this way?
I ran out of porridge and covered my bed.
I thought I slept in the dark room for a long time, and it was only noon that I had taken sick leave and didn’t want to face the empty room alone.
Maybe it’s a new beginning. I’m so relieved.
If you can leave me, I can forget you.
But he turned around, and the ghost made him go down to her unit.
Remember that time I was in love with her, who was an intern, and she was discovered by her colleagues, and our company was run more strictly and forbidden office relationships. She had a chance to get right, but she gave up. She’s got a lot of guts to start from the beginning and get another job.
In the same school setting, it was more difficult for a girl to find a job than a boy, but she was born with a 500-strong company that matched our company.
She was excited to bring me to the company when she received the offer, and she said there were dozens of floors of tourist elevators like ours.
I laughed, silly girl, a tourist elevator deserves to be happy.
Now, I’ve got a visitor’s registration, I’ve stepped on the elevator of her company, and I’m sure it’s gonna be a lot more luxurious. It was supposed to be white yoga that took a long leave, so I couldn’t go upstairs, so I could give the name of one of her colleagues.
Her colleague received me very warmly, and I said get Yoo’s papers.
The colleague was happy to have me at her desk, “Congratulations, getting married.” I’m sorry.
I smiled and noded, but I couldn’t talk.
I looked at her workspaces, as always, and her schedule was full, and on the day of the anniversary, a heart was in the loop, along with a few flyers from the sales centre.
I filmed her trip, took the flyer from her desk, noded at her young Yoo colleague, and left the place.
When I left her company, I only felt a bit of footstep, a sore throat and a light head.
I got home in a taxi before the peak.
I kind of miss the little pumpkin porridge made of Yogi, and the last time I had gastroenteritis, she cooked this porridge, clean and clean with sweet pumpkins and sweet rice, and saved my crumbs.
At this point, it’s good that Yoo is here. She’ll always love me. It’s good to be with her all her life.
I’ve taken two pills, and I’ve been scrambling on the sofa to see a fine brochure for the building. No wonder she puts it near the computer screen. It’s an incentive. It’s hard not to work hard. I’m dumb. Yogi is always practical.
Someone knocked outside the door.
There’s a girl voice. “Is Qin always home? I’m sorry.
It’s Lily, how she got here.
And We opened the door, and she had a fine makeup, a fragrance lily and a bag of fruit.
“Mr. Qin, I’ve come to visit you on behalf of my colleagues. I’m sorry.
When she saw that there were only men’s shoes in the closet, she had a moment of surprise…
She stepped into the house and set down her fruit on a little tally, and she planned to put the flowers in.
I thought of Yogi being allergic to lilies, “Thank you, I’ve taken the fruit and take it back.” I’m sorry.
She couldn’t find the vase, and she heard me say, “Why? I’m sorry.
I deliberately took a step back, “I’m allergic to the flowers. I’m sorry.
Lily said that she had taken the lilies out of the house and ran in.
I don’t know how nice and elegant to send people, but to pretend to sleep, hoping that she’d come by herself, and then she heard Lily start cleaning up my house.
The breakfast was in the restaurant this morning, and when she dropped it, she asked, “Did Qin always eat? I’m sorry.
I looked at the watch, and at 5:30, I woke up and ate nothing, and I shook my head.
Lily smiled and opened the cupboard, looked up the casserole and a box of twigs, looked like he was working on the stove.
“I’ll just order my own takeout. You’ll be fine. Go back to work. I’m sorry.
Lily had a long hair, pulled her sleeve out of the shell and said, “Let me at least repay Qin for this watch. I’m sorry.
I remember Yoo, and she said that I didn’t know how to reject others, that I was tolerant of others, but that I always refused to demean her, which made her feel unfair. I used to think she was too sensitive, and today it really seems that I would be more polite to treat others than Yoyo.
Because when Lily took a bowl of porridge, I was refusing it, but I said to her, “Thank you, thank you. I’m sorry.
Lily, this pot of porridge is boiled without a bubble, there’s a little bit of gas, there’s not enough heat, and the rice soup and the grain are quite apart, so people don’t want to drink it.
Yoo-Yo will be able to dry the ginseng all night long, and have enough time to get the veggies in before he gets out.
When I was in my head, I felt like I couldn’t be grateful, I couldn’t talk, I drank a little Yoo’s crotch, I wrung my eyebrows, and I said, “Why isn’t it a fresh crotch? Not good!”
Little Yogi’s face faded in a second, “But the last time you at the XX Hotel ate it was dried with a shin, you’re exaggerating. I’m sorry.
“Can you compare with the hotel chef?” * I didn’t give her a good look that day *
At this point, Lily had a bowl of porridge, and he had his chin to watch me eat.
I drank two of them, and it tasted so bad, and it was dry, and I drank the whole bowl, just to cover the red eye with the bottom of the bowl.
I bowed my head to Lily and said, “I’m done, you can go. I’m sorry.
Lily seems to have something to say.
“Thank you, the porridge is delicious. I’ll pack the bowl. I won’t delay you. I’m sorry.
She hesitated to say yes and then left.
I stood by the dishwasher, and I shed tears, and Yu left the house for less than 48 hours, and I felt like I had been crushed.
And We laid down on the couch for a half-night, and We were open, and We flew in vain.
I remember when I first graduated, looking for a house, a senior who used to play with me invited me.
Brother just broke up with his girlfriend and wanted to rent me a room. He told me he was having a good time, playing games day and night all weekend.
I looked at his handsome face with his mouth full of teeth, and I didn’t think it was all true.
He rents me low and should just be afraid to live alone.
After the break-up, the brother became very ill, went up to the toilet in the middle of the night, fell, fell on the table, fell on two teeth, fell on the cold floor of the bathroom, lost his head with his eyes swollen and he couldn’t climb up until dawn and came to pick up his phone for first aid.
And then he fixed his teeth, and I thought he’d get a new girlfriend, and he cried while he was playing games. I’m sorry.
Having recovered his ex-girlfriend, married, bought a house, moved out of here, and now looking at his circle of friends, he’s a good father who’s been trapped by a child.
Once upon a time, I don’t think I’ll ever get through this.
Now I kind of want to see what Yoo wears in wedding dress, and our kids like me more or like her.
I turned on the phone, found the sa that was added, sent a sentence, “I’d like to buy a wedding ring, no recommendation. I’m sorry.
At 2:00 in the morning, sa was still awake, and she responded with enthusiasm to several pictures, and I picked a very good style and thought it was done.
Sa asked my girlfriend about the ring.
I never bought her a ring, so of course I don’t know.
Sa, give me an idea, “You can do it while my dear is asleep.
I laughed, and I thought that my dear had left home and had to look at it at home to see if there were any left-over rings.
But I don’t know where my family’s things are. I just need to say, “Dude, my XX!” It’s like a needle in a haystack, but it’s just an insomnia.
I give sa back a ok and then get up and open her dresser.
This is the dresser that we bought together, the screws that I screwed myself, and she likes, like, the big, short round of a bottle full of cans.
Now open, but empty.
There’s only one beam net for the face.
The web was flat black, and the damaged place had been tumbled with the wire.
I said throw it away and buy it again.
She said that she would never find a web that would fit her face and hair, and that she would use it until she was old.
It was a gift from the hotel when we went to Japan, and it was an accident that the prisoner had taken her heart, and then she broke it once and she wanted to buy a similar one, either too narrow or too tight, without the one that used to be comfortable and had to sew it for three years.
I was laughing that when we went to that hotel again, we had to have a few more beams to replace.
But there is no time to travel together.
Speaking of which, I owe her a lot of promises.
I couldn’t find her ring. Maybe she didn’t have one.
She seemed to wear little jewelry, and she said that she did not like jewelry, and perhaps not, but rather that it would prevent her from washing, choosing and cooking.
These little hands, undecorated, who have eaten for me for almost seven years, have looked after me in silence, and I have neglected them.
I spread my hand, imagine her hand standing in my hand, estimate a size, send it to sa.
I should go to bed. Tomorrow, I want to go to her favorite building.
Seven years ago, I was in the company and I was ordered to do it by my seniors, making mistakes in arranging overtime for middle-level cadres.
An intern named White Yoo did a job in my miserable position, and first she bended over and asked, “What can I do?” I’m sorry.
I was in the middle of a fight, desperate to work late in the morning, and I said, “No, you can’t. I’m sorry.
She stood behind me for a while and turned around.
It’s my problem, but I shouldn’t be talking to a teacher who worships me. I’m a little upset, but soon I’m being diluted by endless work.
I thought she was back, but after more than 10 minutes, she had a cup of porridge in her straw and a halogened egg, gently on my desk.
Her voice is very small. “Let’s start with a pad.” I’m sorry.
It’s food that can be eaten with one hand. She’s careful.
I was a little embarrassed to ignore her on purpose, and it took four weeks without a sound and a sip of porridge to realize that my stomach was waiting for it, even though I wasn’t hungry.
Three, five, two after eating and throwing garbage, saw the intern girl standing behind me and staring at my screen.
I got a red face. “How did you…?
Not yet.
I’m not finished. I think I should change my attitude.
“Brother, I can do both of these. I’m sorry.
She pointed to the finger screen, and she said it had been sorted out before, in a similar format.
I’ll do it for you if I can.
She took the computer seriously and the whole floor only lit two of our computers.
Half an hour later, she sent her e-mail, and she’s organized, organized and beautiful, so good that I want to change my own version to her.
I’m about to send an e-mail.
I put her on the subway and said we’d buy you dinner some other day, and then we went to both directions of the city.
It is true that I should ask, both as a teacher and as a helper, but I have been tortured by overtime for more than a week to the dark, and the restaurant to be set by the window for more than half a month.
She started bringing me her breakfast.
I’ve got a little hot tub of pink and pink in the company every day, with hot porridge.
At first I was embarrassed until then my stomach used to be warm every morning and I began to look forward to her porridge.
She’s not after me, is she?
Now that the girls are laying down their daily porridge, as a man, I should say something.
I intend to abandon the window position and add money to the restaurant saying that if someone cancels, remember me first.
One day she took leave and I never saw her porridge again.
And I’m embarrassed to ask her, “Hey, I should have sent porridge every day. Why don’t you do it now? I’m sorry.
The day she took leave of absence, she was caught on fire by her illegal appliance in the dormitory, and her roommate found her in time, but she was criticized by the school.
No wonder.
The restaurant informed me of my place. I pushed the work in my hand and invited her to dinner with me.
Her sad face quickly recovered, and that day we all went underground, went to the restaurant where I normally couldn’t eat, spent half a month on wages, and tasted New Zealand-style lamb chops and white wine together.
She’s a little worried, “Is it expensive here? I’m sorry.
I filmed my chest’s wallet, “No, sir. I’m sorry.
She can’t drink too much, but she starts slamming the crab plaster as if it’s just a high-speed crab.
If she did, it wouldn’t be worse than the restaurant.
I almost spilled a sip of wine, remembering her frustration when she was informed about the electrical fire the other day. I said, “But it’s too dangerous not to use it in the dormitory. I’m sorry.
She’s got a red face in her mouth.
I nod my head, “It’s also an accident to hear from a colleague. If you want to cook. You can come to my house.
Her face gets redder, and I get nervous too.
“I mean, there’s a kitchen, there’s a safe appliance, and you can live with it.
Her tiny, exciting face is in my heart, and tonight it’s in my dreams.
It’s a happy memory, but it’s like a shotgun. It’s like a shotgun. It’s like a shotgun.
When did it change?
It is I who have failed as a man, and I do not want to be lonely, but I have long neglected her.
Li Qingqing is right.
It’s like I’m dreaming.
Pick up a brochure for the new building, one of which has been worn off on the corner.
“Yo, let me find you, let’s start over. I’m sorry.
It’s dawn. I saw Yoo-Yo in that suburbsn building.
And she’s “new” .
I know that guy, I’ve seen him at the college basketball freshmen’s game, and I’ve got a very impressive student, and I’ve added him.
This is a decorated, live house, which has been sold in half, following a high-end sub-district route, with a model building built on a live-bed house at the sale building, which is separated from the household to ensure that it is not disturbed.
The smallest house is 50 flats, a room and a half is smaller than the one and a half, but it’s more rational to plan, so the model room looks quite spacious.
It’s just the average price, a little higher, and Yogi might prefer the higher price.
I came out of the sample room, and I was going to head to the next building, but I saw a familiar body carrying a box of stuff from the bus stop and walking down the block, which was too big for her to see.
I’ve had an exciting blood rush into my brain, and it’s blocked in the cold.
It’s a very tall man who picks up a box, locks his eyebrow and complains that Yogi doesn’t go shopping with him.
Yogi wipes the sweat on his forehead, some laughs, “No good always bothers you. I’m sorry.
The man didn’t answer, as if he was really angry, walking in the neighborhood, and Yogi kept up.
I’ve been hit by lightning for two or three days. Yoo lives with someone else?
The man bowed his head, looked at her at a height that he could not see, and looked at her with a spoiled look. A moment later it seemed to him that he felt my sight, and looked back at me with a glimpse of contempt.
I know him, count it, he should be with Yoga.
I never thought Yoyo would be more competitive with me, otherwise she would have broken up three years ago.
I can’t understand this. Is this the white yoga I know?
For a moment, the carousel carried its feet and was blocked by security because of the absence of a door-barrel.
The man’s name is David Yin, and he just got into school with a group of backups for good basketball.
David controls the ball, the world is great!
David’s on the defensive.
David David! Sister loves you!
I remember the girls playing the beat on the stand.
I’ve seen him play basketball. It’s pretty cool, but I’ve been working on my dissertations and internships for a long time.
And then Yogi graduated, and I went back to school for her graduation, and I played a friendly game with my brothers, and he hit him once, and he hit him with a ball.
I comforted him. It’s okay. I can handle it.
And he threw the ball in the dark.
I didn’t know. Just when he was in a bad mood.
Now think about it, he likes little yoga too.
The doorman gave you a box of cigarettes, and the master said you couldn’t do it.
I showed him my picture with Yoo, “It’s really my girlfriend. We had a fight over a misunderstanding. I wanted to explain to her. I’m sorry.
David Yin came to the door somehow.
“Brother, long time no see. I’m sorry.
He came out and put the electronic door behind him in order.
I was angry, I grabbed his collar, “What’s wrong with you and Yoyo?” I’m sorry.
He stopped the security stretch.
“That’s what you saw. What’s wrong? Can’t you explain the problem? I’m sorry.
I punched him in the face, but he blocked his arms and pushed two metres to the ground, like the same dish on the ground, and scattered.
There’s so much in the mouth, so much in the eyes, so much in the mind.
At the most angry time, Yoo threw the table full of dishes on the ground and she cried and went into the kitchen and threw all her favorite ovens, cuisine and soup.
Just because I’m late for the game, I say again, “Why didn’t the fish warm up? The fish is cold. I’m sorry.
I called her crazy and she even tried to come over and hit me, but at the moment she was close to me, wearing tears and turning around with her bag.
Leave me alone to clean up the house for half a day, and I was angry. I called her crazy for a week, and I liked to call her crazy.
When Yin David left, the security guard picked me up and asked me if I was okay. I was probably sick and I couldn’t make it.
The two legs went to the coffee shop across the street and ate a couple of sandwiches, staring at the door of the block.
I took out my phone and turned on Yin David’s.
The latest one is a picture of a stray cat.
Composed text: Those who do not value deserve it.
We shared Liu Zingjun’s “Come.”
I remember a time when Yoo loved this song, left it in the car a few times, and I felt like I was tired of revolving a song, and I pressed it.
She’s like a cat on her tail, and she’s like, “You can cut off my song without asking. I’m sorry.
At that time, I’d been so lazy about her.
I don’t understand why she’s so angry.
There was a spare.
I went up and down, and I wanted to see when the two guys were together.
Henquin? I’m sorry.
It’s little yoga.
I turned around and looked, Yoo changed clothes, clean and purified linen white, covered in the warm light of goose yellow, and she sat down.
“I saw you in the car. I thought I saw you wrong. I’m sorry.
“How did you find this place? I’m sorry.
“David just had a fight with someone. I’m sorry.
I looked out of the window, and there was a tambourine by the side of the road, Mustang, standing next to the car by Yin David.
And I don’t have the strength to ask, “Yo, it’s my fault. I’ll change. You come back to me, okay? I’m sorry.
I went to hold Yoo’s hand, and she almost shrunk her hand back at the same time.
People around me look at me differently.
I’m supposed to be a mess.
If I did anything, Yin David would come in and make me even worse.
And when Yoo used to worship me, she said, “When I was at the party of the New Year, I slammed her in the blood of a speech, and hit her undeep soul, and after that she heard that the young man, Jun, would come into my face.”
She said it was God’s gift to be with her older brother. Even if I had a bad temper and didn’t take her seriously, even if I had changed my mind three years ago, she still felt it wasn’t my fault that she was not good enough to take care of me more.
I forgot to think of myself when she had no bottom line, and forgot that Yoyo was a talented girl who had more than three years ago in her seniority and achievement, and that I was sooner or later.
Yoo Yoo was also clean, and she told me that she had long realized that I was just an ordinary man and that she was not the kind of person who supported love by worship. She tried to fix the passions that we had to wear off because of the trifles, but she failed repeatedly, and she tried to sprint on whether we could end this by getting married.
Finally, when she saw the lipstick of my collar, she was relieved because the first reaction she saw was that it could finally be over without any sad anger.
She was so depressed that she had to pack her things, and the funny thing was that the people in that room didn’t feel anything.
My hands were empty, my pocket was smitten, I felt a soft object, and I laughed, “Yo, you’ve dropped something. I’m sorry.
I took it out and extended my palm. It was the black lace.
Her eyes were wet and firm, “This is broken. I can’t make it up. Throw it away. I’m sorry.
I looked at David Yin outside the window and I ended up asking her, “Are you together?” I’m sorry.
“None. Little Yogi looked out the window, “I thought it was a coincidence that he bought a house and found him living next door. It’s exhausting. He helped me a lot. I didn’t want to owe him, so I invited him to dinner. I’m sorry.
There’s no coincidence in this world, at least I don’t believe it’s a coincidence, man’s instinct.
“You should, don’t owe anyone. If you need money, tell me my money is useless. I’m sorry.
Yoo is a nice place to nod, “Take care, too. I’m sorry.
I thought I’d take a little bit of yoga, but David Yin came and suggested I should go.
I smiled at Yogi, too, and if I didn’t leave, there was no point. The break-up scene was supposed to be a big one at first sight, because I’d remember the rest of my life, and I wouldn’t have any dignity in that little yoga.
I spoke calmly to David Yin, who had just attacked me, to say goodbye and never to look back at them again.
Some words were kept in my heart, for example, I really loved her, for example, three years ago I was really sorry for her, and for example I was an asshole for years, thanks to her for taking care of her.
Beyond their sights, the flood of regret and suffering, like a broken embankment, flows with tears.
I couldn’t accept it, but this time I lost her completely.
The one with the fragrance of food and happiness, the love of seven years’ memory, the little white yoga.
The end–
## Turn it over
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
