I met a hungover woman under the bridge in the North Province of Tungzhou and took her to the hotel.
I went to the shower and she came in.
She smiled at me, and she swayed to me, and then the whole man fell on me.
That night, she was dressed in a black, dazzling puff, with her long, tumultuous hair covering her face, and the whole person was convulsed under the bridge, next to a barrage of nasal vomit.
There are always traffics on the high shelf, and there are dark clouds beneath the bridge, with only a chilling wind.
I pulled her identity card out of a handbag lying next to her, looked at her name and age in the dark street light, looked at the photo on the card, compared to the woman who was crumbling on the ground.
Her name is Yobei, Beijingian, 30 years old, three years older than me.
There’s an iPhone in the bag, but with a password lock, you can’t dial.
There are thousands of small cash in their wallets, and the red renminbi lies silently.
I would have called the police myself to look at the people on the identity card, compared to the drunk North, and I’d have cut my mind off.
It’s a shame to know such a beautiful girl.
I went to the hotel behind my back and opened a room.
There was no doubt in the front office’s face that perhaps she had seen too much.
I went in the elevator, looked at the slow rise and change of the floor numbers, and in the small space, I felt the greasy breath of the woman behind me.
A man’s life will meet many people, and perhaps meeting them will be something you cannot resist.
With my thoughts, I found the door number, opened the door, threw the light side of the north to the bed, then left the trash can on the bedside. Hangover, you really don’t know when they’ll throw up.
With hot kettles of water, plugged in, and I leaned over to look north on my side.
She kept the Qi Liu Sea, which was covered in pillows, with a face that was not the traditional melon face, a little chordy, not a strong nose, a little thick lips and light pink lipstick.
Her eyelashes were slightly shaking, her eyebrows occasionally wrinkled, and it seemed like something was bothering her in her dreams.
I would stretch out my hand and pull out a couple of swirling hairs on her face, but I couldn’t wait to hit her with a stale hiccup, so I suffocated.
She was lying on her back, with a glare of satisfaction on her face, an unconscious cry of heat in her throat, and her hands torn open that gray feather.
There’s a joke that says, “When humans think, God laughs.
There have been many news stories before, and some boring men will sit outside the bar, and by midnight some hungover girls will fall and fall, or they will fall drunk in the streets, and they will pick out their “hunters” and take them.
As for where to go, and what to do, maybe it’s you who likes me or thinks you’re bad luck.
I’m thinking very seriously about it.
It’s about whether I’m going to be an animal or an animal.
There’s a topic that’s always been popular and talked about online: when are women the sexiest?
Some think it’s a white male shirt, others think it’s lazy early in the morning, others think it’s wet after the shower, and, of course, more directly it’s fun.
There seems to be no fixed answer, and every man has his own little desire.
But it is clear that we all agree that, regardless of the woman, the first thing to do is to be worthy.
Yobei’s face may not be very high, and she’s at best 70% by the standard of beauty.
But Yobei has a powerful advantage, and she’s in a good shape, full of curves.
This was confirmed when I was in the shower and she pushed the bathroom glass door.
Wet behind her, full of temptations, and in every move, I can’t tell whether she’s sober or half drunk.
She looked at me and laughed at me.
My heart’s pounding, and my physical reaction is natural.
Two or three steps away from me, she swayed to me, and then the whole man fell on me.
Women seem to be born with a dual character of sea and quiet.
When you think you have conquered the sea, it may be nothing but its insolence towards you.
When you find yourself in a strange environment, lying next to a stranger, are you running away or watching in peace?
I don’t know when Yobei was awake, but when I opened my eyes, I saw her staring at me.
She’s still in my arms and she’s close to me with a silky, warm body.
I was a little embarrassed, blinked my eyes, stopped for two or three seconds, and smiled with an awkward and impolite face.
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I’m a little confused about what she said, but it was an early response.
“You’re my first man after my divorce. I’m sorry.
In the eyes of Yobei, with a slight look and satisfaction, the sun came in through the curtains, and it shined on her skin, with a soft light.
She’s got a nice mouth and goes, “And I’m happy with your performance last night. I’m sorry.
I’m in a bit of a nervous state and I’m a little stiff.
A man’s heart can’t stand it.
The longer the time passes, the majority will automatically think of certain less perfect events, glorify them and give them different values and meaning.
One day, if the beauty of those repairs is torn apart, there may be only endless whipping and hatred.
She told her story, and I was listening to my audience.
Yesterday, she formally filed an indictment for divorce with the court.
The grounds for the indictment were simple: two individuals had a different character and she had been subjected to domestic violence.
In order to be able to get a successful divorce, he moved out of the man’s house six months ago.
She found a short-leased house, a clinic, a two-month-old fetus that was hidden from everyone.
I’m so embarrassed.
This divorce isn’t too expensive.
She said, “I’m not the kind of person who can’t stand it. I need children in a happy relationship. In an unfortunate marriage, children only suffer. I’m sorry.
Maybe.
Why do you need marriage?
Because love is not insured.
I don’t know.
He did not tell me more about her family, her parents, including her ex-husband.
In her view, the word ex-husband was her greatest tolerance for that man.
I know her body is warm at the moment, but the tone is cold.
After a while, I was sent a message.
I signed up with her friend for skiing, and I decided to come with us.
When we met, my friends secretly asked me about my relationship with Yobei.
I laughed and said, “General Friends.”
The face of a friend clearly did not believe it, but he did not ask.
The Mount Rainbow skiing ground is a well-known skiing ground in the suburbs of Beijing.
Finishing all the formalities, changing to ski suits, walking on white ice with skis, a chilly swoop.
Friends are skiers, and he prefers to challenge difficult slopes and slides.
Me and Yobei are first-class rookies and can only go to relatively smooth skis.
“Is he not afraid of danger?” I’m sorry.
I waved to my friends, and I responded, “He came for excitement. I’m sorry.
Yobei said, “I’m gonna try too. I’m sorry.
I said, “Good-bye. High-level taxis are too dangerous. I’m sorry.
Yobei said, “It’s okay, you can lose your life. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised I’m looking north, and I’m feeling the urge to “seek and take the risk” for the first time.
Perhaps most minds have a sense of “but not so”, no matter how good or bad, but only when they really face challenges and risks can they know if they have that power.
I cautioned, “When you’re better at skiing, you can challenge it. I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and his eyes turned to the moon.
The hot air that she had sprung into the air made her face look like a veil.
Yobei said, “It’s all right, chickenshit. I’m sorry.
Some sports have to say, really look at talent.
I’m a beginner and I’m a beginner, and she’s relatively better at skiing than I am.
When she slipped three times from the slope, she was able to protect herself from wrestling and mastered the techniques of slowing and brakes, and I would fall halfway.
When I climbed up the hill again, I asked her how she knew so fast.
Yobei said, “Don’t be afraid to fall. The more you’re afraid, the easier you’ll fall. I’m sorry.
I’m a little laughter.
I’m not really afraid to fall, but I’m a little bit of a body-balance.
Yobei, with his ski cane, said, “Take it easy, I’m going to the middle slide.” I’m sorry.
After that, her double-string was smoother.
Even at the start, at the same time, you can’t catch up with each other.
Even if he’s really smarter than you, a little.
I was holding on to my ski cane and chasing the north side.
Almost noon, my friend called me.
He’s queuing for a new sprint, so I have to make a video on my phone.
I’m looking in the direction of the high ski lane.
The steep and ferocious ski lanes still see some rapid drops, and the snowflakes, driven by snowboards, carry their healthy figure, with a real sense of joy.
Looking far away, young, looking down at the mountains, and one waved.
The voice of a friend on the phone, “See? I’m sorry.
I said, “I see it, mountain, it’s silly. I’m sorry.
Friends say, “Wait for me to come down. I’m sorry.
Yobei stood next to me and looked in the direction of my finger.
He suddenly said, “These people, they’re awesome. I’m sorry.
That, perhaps, is a poison for someone who likes to challenge.
I got separated from Yobei.
Waiting for a friend to come down, I texted Zaibei to find me in the lunch area if she was tired.
I sat in the fast-food area and I ordered a fast-food meal for my friend, and he was bored with the news.
Ski-field snacks, really, don’t get too stylish. There’s a temperature, it’ll fill your stomach.
“Hey, how come you’re alone? Where’s the girl? “Friends with skis in the corner, watching me sit alone and ask.
“I lost it. I just ordered you a fast meal. I’ll get it later. I’m sorry.
My friend is shaking the snow on his body and looks at me and says, “You’re a bad girl, don’t lose someone. I’m sorry.
I understood what he said, and I laughed and said, “I’m not one of hers.” I’m sorry.
Friends put a thumb on me.
Although I had a conversation with Yobei that night, I did find it attractive, but it was not enough.
At best, it’s only heart.
I haven’t waited for Yobei.
The phone didn’t ring or text. I was worried about her safety.
My friend says, “Don’t worry, something’s happened. There’s no hurry. I’m sorry.
I looked at my friend and called her on the phone.
The phone was ringing for a while, and there was no answer.
“Hey. “The starter’s friend suddenly lit me a little chin.
I looked at him.
“There. Is that her? “My friend’s chin lit behind me.
I turned my head and looked back, and the phone ringing in my right ear.
Ten metres away, Zhou Zhengbei and a young man with a braid on their backs watched some pompous middle-aged man laugh.
I looked at it a few times, then I took my phone away and hung it up.
“That’s fast. I’m sorry.
Sometimes I think that the intersection of people, which accumulates over time, slowly melts into different memory nodes, and that the nodes and nodes become a web.
Now that it’s a net, there’s a net eye, and there’s probably some good or bad omissions.
Is that what you really care about?
Friends continue to challenge the advanced taxiway.
He came here for fun, not for me.
It is the belief of a friend in life to do one thing without interfering with his grotesqueness.
However, my purpose here is perhaps to start with entertainment.
But waiting for North to arrive, maybe the two people will have a good common memory in the ski field.
Maybe I’m thinking too much.
I’m checking in on people.
Choose a woman, walk in a row, pull a few, look at the micro-head.
I’m going to open up a little bit of a different girl to see their head.
It’s a stranger now, and one might come up later.
Skiing is a very physical thing.
After taking a break, I sent a text to Zaibei saying she’s not waiting.
Although there are four taxiways on the hillside, the actual area is not very large and is largely within sight and, although there are many, I do not see Yobei again.
It was only at 3:30 when I took out my cell phone to call Yobei.
One of the unread texts was sent to me at 2:30.
SMS says she and a friend go home and make me fun.
I looked at the text, and I had to laugh.
When human beings live, too much grotesque, they become an unknown burden.
I returned a text message to Zobe and told her to be safe on the road.
Do you think life is more important than security?
The Panthers have a song called “The Landless Self-Assumption”, and there’s a song like this.
Spring luck is a sad thing.
When I was on the train, I received a message from Yobei.
She asked where you were.
I said on the train.
She said people aren’t particularly many.
I said, yeah, crowds.
She said be safe.
I said, okay.
He didn’t text me back.
The car was packed with people, all kinds of big bags, big bags, adult children.
Some are loud, some are silent, some are staring at their mobile phones and some are looking at newspapers.
Most of them had their faces and their faces, and they were silent.
There’s a lot of people out there, and they’re selling little carts.
The salesman’s screaming, pay attention.
I gave it to you on the side, accidentally, on the right.
It’s sour.
Pull out my phone. I posted a movement on Twitter:
I let the years pass out an old waist.
January 2012, Spring Festival.
On New Year’s Eve, at night, I received a picture from Yobei.
She was wearing a white bathrobe with her back on the bedside, a pair of scissors and a flash of light.
I said you were at the hotel.
She said she got kicked out of the house on New Year’s Eve.
I said no.
She said you had a date at home.
I said, set it up, three or four girls.
After a while, Yobei sent me a private selfie.
In the picture, she pulls her robes apart, a few long hairs, hammered chests, full and white, and the wind shows.
She said, don’t look too bad.
I admit, Yobei is really charming.
This openness and boldness has refreshed my understanding of her.
I said thank you for the New Year’s gift.
She said that when you go back to Beijing, open the present.
I really don’t think I’m the best at this.
In the third year, I was separated from her at the teahouse and sent a message to her.
Waiting for a moment. Didn’t wait for a letter from Yobei.
I’ll call from high school and ask if I’m going to the reunion tonight.
As high school graduates approached 10 years later, more students gathered to drink, spit and talk about family and work.
Words or something are already in the wine and vomit, and there’s nothing left.
We were all gathered together, and then we were blown apart.
Good. They’re all going on.
I don’t know.
Before I fell asleep, I suddenly received a message from Yobei.
She said she was tricked by Mom today.
The guy was an idiot, his eyes fell into a ditch and he looked at my chest. It’s fucking disgusting.
I said, you didn’t dump him on the spot.
She said Mom’s sister introduced her face.
I said, don’t take it too seriously. A blind date.
She said how was your date this afternoon?
I mean, I guess I’m a strange person in her eyes.
She said ha ha ha. Strange so much, one more for you.
She said it’s hard to find a good man.
I said it would happen.
How can the world be defined in terms of good and bad?
It is only common practice for everyone to be the first judge in their capacity, holding a sword and sentencing the world.
It’s not good. It’s bad.
There’s a story on the Internet called “The Six-Six Poor.” But I bought a ticket back to Beijing before the sixth.
Before going back to Beijing, Mom asked me to take my girlfriend home next year.
She’s had enough of me living alone.
According to Mom, it is my duty and duty as a son to continue the lineage and to inherit the family.
She didn’t feed me for so many years so that I could be happy with a man’s life.
I admit I’m a little heartless.
The night I returned to Beijing, I sent a message to Yobei.
I’ll get back to you soon.
She said you’re back. Tomorrow.
Let’s go to work.
I said, yeah. If you’re free at night, come out and talk.
She said I’m outside with a friend. See you later.
I said, well, next time.
A ski friend called me and asked me to go to the bar.
The first time I went to a bar, it was in Shanghai.
A friend of mine who works in the arts said he took me to the next world, led me to Seo’s house to a little alley, into a bar with neon lights.
The bar is one of those long and narrow, entering the bar and some high-foot chairs, which, through a red saloon, is a stage in which five young people of old age are standing, beating their drums with their heated, loud and loud.
I don’t really know much about it. I don’t know anything about musical instruments. I’m really here to see.
Under the stage, 20 young men and women are gathering in the stage.
An art friend took two beers from the bar, handed me a bottle, led me to a seat, and he was so excited to watch the band on stage.
And We looked at those who were below the stage, and looked at them, and guessed some of them were students.
I said to an art friend, this is the bar.
An art friend says I can’t take you to the top.
I suppose so.
After all, high quality means high consumption, and my art friend hasn’t come to the point of asking me to spend hundreds of dollars without blinking.
An art friend said that tonight’s bar theme was getting drunk and there were two more foreign bands.
I put up a black beer with a 20-dollar unit in my hand.
This beer tastes a lot worse than a barbecue. I’m thinking.
I don’t know much about banding, I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m here to see the world, as my artistic friends told me.
But I have an envious place for the musicians, and they’re looking for girls.
I don’t know.
Musical girly paper, perhaps. After all, music is nobler, purer, only mine.
Like my art friend, when you change girlfriends, you’re looking for college girls.
An art friend said that only 18-year-old girls, young and old.
The world is so large that two people living in the same city may take two or three hours to meet and meet.
The world is so small that it is only a small opportunity to meet in a strange place.
A married friend of the opposite sex told me how big the world was, as long as they had each other’s hearts, they couldn’t feel a distance.
She said that the distance between true lovers was never measured physically or geographically.
I asked, what, heart?
She said it was money.
She’s so right that I can’t talk.
She said that if you had money, you could buy a car to pick up your girlfriend; if you had money, you could buy a house with two people; if you had money, even if you flew from Beijing to Sanya, it would be half a day.
She asked, do you still think the world is big?
The ski friend sat in the booth and bowed to me and said, “That’s not your friend.
And from the far, dark lights, We saw the look of the north.
She was sitting next to a man, and the five officials were not particularly clear, but rather a national face, which seemed not very young.
There’s a couple of other guys in the booth where a ski friend is, but he’s got a pretty tight mouth and he doesn’t tell me the shit.
I blew a bottle with a couple of my buddies, talked a little bit, and then I looked north through the men and women on the dance floor.
This evening, it was quiet.
I left because I had to work the next day, for almost an hour.
Out of the bar, I sent a message to Zaibei, saying good night, and I took a cab back to my place.
Nobody’s anybody’s. Don’t worry about it.
BOSS is very unhappy with the progress of the project.
Despite the large red envelopes issued at the end of the year, the annual conference also created a dynamic atmosphere for cash-drawing awards, looking forward to the ambitious goals of the new year.
However, the project did encounter bottlenecks.
A number of colleagues, waiting to come back later, have offered to leave.
After all, the year-end prize was won, and now it’s a good time to jump, and we’re all reluctant to lose ourselves.
After the new year, the entire team has had a somewhat strong atmosphere.
I’m starting to work crazy overtime, working until more than 1:00 a.m. every night.
In the meantime, I’ve been getting messages from a date girl.
Probably asking Beijing how to find a job, how do you live, how do you like it, even if she comes to Beijing, can I take care of her?
Maybe it’s a subtle hint?
I seriously told her that Beijing is a great place and a lot of opportunities, but that everything ultimately depends on the individual.
After a while, there was no news of the girl.
As for Yobei, she talked to me about it.
She was occasionally complained about being pushed away by her new colleagues, occasionally said that she had been bullied by her superiors, occasionally said that she was bored and sometimes said that she wanted to take me to some place to play.
I’ve also been adrift with her, but the work and the time have been lost and never again.
Some of them, when they were said, were not true.
In spring, everything recovers, humans move.
But the spring of Beijing was too short, a little blinking, and it entered the summer.
Until one weekend in May, Yobei suddenly asked me for a barbecue.
Not at the mall, not by the street, I was carrying a bag of grilled beers with her and sneaking into the park.
There’s a lot of people in the park, walking, running at night and resting on the bench.
Roadlights aren’t very bright, I found one with Zaibei, but there’s a gravel.
I personally didn’t love the warmest beer, but I drank it so fast that I ran out of two grunts and got emotional.
Listening to the story, I think I understand the state of life since spring.
I call the boyfriend I met during the period of Iobe, Mr. Ski.
That’s right. This gentleman, who wanted to meet North by accident at the skis, came and went, two people had feelings, went on a few dates.
In the story of Yobei, how she leaned towards Mr. Ski, how she adored Mr. Ski, and was so loving that she could even notice that Mr. Ski had fallen into her tenderness, so that two people slept together after two dates.
The two men were very well-connected and well-cooperative in this regard, and I am very satisfied.
He said, “But, you know, it’s been three times in a row, and every time he put a thousand bucks in my bag!”
Is there nothing left to remember, or does it matter?
I’m curious when I hear that I’m spending the night with a heterosexual so fast.
He asked, “What does he mean? You think I’m a sister?”
And I couldn’t answer that question, and I said, “Well, maybe he’s just making it easier. I’m sorry.
He said, “That means he doesn’t love me, he wants to fuck me. I’m sorry.
I said, “What do you think? Continue with him or be decisively separated. I’m sorry.
Yobei said, “It’s dark. I’m sorry.
I answered and had a beer.
Perhaps some of the “love” are already marked in some minds, while others are still obsessed with it.
Or acting crazy?
In mid-June, I asked the leadership to leave.
Leaders and colleagues have advised me that the project, although somewhat bottlenecked, has not reached the point of embarrassment.
I said it might take a little longer to get out of here.
The director said you could take an annual leave and catch a holiday, that’s all.
I suppose so.
I began to plan for myself a long travel route around the north-west, starting from Beijing, via Ginchuan, Lanzhou, Dunsheng, Urumqi and then back to Beijing.
I’ll send her a message and ask her if she wants to join us.
Yobei sent back a message saying, “Do you want to pack a bag and a man?” I’m sorry.
I’ve been used to such suspected driving jokes.
The two sentences said, “No, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
“Yo, you know you’ve made your own choice. I’m sorry.
She had a little chat with her, and she had to think about it.
Sometimes, as many plans as possible belong to one person.
One person, actually.
Life in the same way as “life must be something else” is, in fact, bullshit.
When I couldn’t get a ticket to Urumqi in Lanzhou, I was set up by this phrase and chose to take a long-distance bus from Lanzhou to Lhasa.
Time: Three days and two nights.
Challenge: Highland response.
Destination: Lassard.
In the car, I knew a girl who was also in hiding alone.
Unfortunately, she passed through a checkpoint the following day, as she had been discouraged from carrying only her family’s account book without a second-generation identity card.
Despite her repeated explanations, she got out of the car.
I sat in the car, through the window, watching the girl’s luggage move out of the car.
She was standing by the side of the road alone, helpless and confused.
One thought flashed in my head, and then I choked.
The meaning of the journey lies not only in meeting countless people, but also in separating them.
I sent a text to Yobei.
And there are those who meet in order to part, and those who part only for better.
The car’s re-started, along the Qingxi highway, heading forward.
The day after Lhasa, I went to Budara Palace Square with a camera.
The light of the road on both sides of the Beijing Midway is orange, with three or five people in the dark corner around the square.
There are civilian police on duty, early tourists and Tibetans who worship.
A man wandered and took pictures of the square, waiting for the light to light up, walking up the white tower to take pictures of the sunrise of Budara Palace.
The white tower is full of long-gun guns, and some of the elders have various debugging lenses and radials, as well as idle tourists carrying “to this trip”.
The lights went out, the traffic went up, and the voices were ringing.
It’s probably because of the weather, even if it’s bright, the sun doesn’t come out.
Instead, a new couple, led by a photographer, walked into a long-gun round.
The location of the camera is really important, and it determines the whole picture, image, light, but it comes up to the new guy, first with a nice request for space, then the photographers start flying themselves.
I’ll direct the groom, I’ll direct the bride to dents, I’ll have two posers…
The cameraman who had taken the photo sets left behind.
The white towers are not high, but if they are larger, they are also prone to a slight loss of oxygen.
The newcomers left in blessing and dizziness.
In fact, you see, there’s still a lot of people in society who are kind.
Yobei asked me an interesting question.
“The new ones, during the Lassard wedding? I’m sorry.
I looked at her problem, and I said, “Well, maybe I’m not afraid. I’m sorry.
He said, “Don’t you want to try?” I’m sorry.
“Ha ha ha, too much power. I’m sorry.
I asked the owner of the inn, who said that although all kinds of inn or youth hostels have the term “homics”, it was not recommended.
Every human being is different, so-called “a knife on the head of a color” and it’s up in the highlands, and finally it’s itself.
The innkeeper ended up showing me an unknown smile, saying, “More importantly, you don’t know that security is not safe. I’m sorry.
Lhasa is famous for being an online tourist city.
Female students who graduate from school, white collars who leave their jobs, young women who are young in the arts, women who seek to cleanse their minds, and more female tourists of all kinds…
I asked the inn owner if he’d ever met.
Boss says there is.
I said, what’s going on?
The boss said that he had been a leader and had taken seven or eight men and women to Moose, and that in some camp a woman had entered a man’s tent and had not been home for a while.
I said, is that it?
The boss said that both were married in the interior.
I’ll keep asking, what happened?
The boss says, what else? It can’t be true love.
True, if true love is so easy to meet, the divorce rate is too high.
(2)
Day four, a little rain.
At the introduction of the inn owner, and in a temporary group of other tourists, I packed a van that went to Nagi.
Seven-person minivans, with the exception of Tibetan drivers, I am one person and the other couple, with two men and one woman sitting in the back row.
I sat in the front row with my headphones on.
Two men and a woman sitting in the back were talking about the subject, and it was in my ear.
Some names first, then some locations, then some events, and then I learned later that the three of them lived in a young people’s hotel, and only had a few days of company.
The girls were on a graduation trip, had no money, left from Chengdu, took a hitchhiking trip and went into hiding along the river’s Tibetan line.
It is possible that she is independent or personal and reveals a sense of pride in telling her story of hiding.
After all, a little girl who dares to do it is awesome.
In the early hours of the morning, we missed a night in Nagi and wanted to see the sunrise plan again, also because the clouds were cloudy and broken.
When I got back to Beijing, Yobei asked me, was Nagi having fun?
I said, there’s dry water in addition to the rice that chews unsophisticated.
Look, tags are easy.
Take off the label, it’s a little hard.
On the train Lhasa returned to Beijing, I met three people.
A couple who are involved in school education activities and who meet at a secondary school in Tibet, and a girl from the arts and culture group who has been separated from work.
Most of the travels are actually boring, whether they’re a group game or a group of people to tell stories, or other interesting things, they’re only a part of the time, more or more.
Especially for almost 49 hours, most of the time is sitting in a state of exhaustion.
After arriving in Beijing, several people left their cell phone numbers.
According to Em, the couple split up in a few months.
The girls were given exchange places to travel to Taiwan, and the boys were given no news of their final examination.
Em, the girl who’s a tycoon found her next home when she got back from the trip.
Sometimes it’s easy to make friends, but it seems difficult.
People come, they sink, they float, they’re memories.
When I got back to Beijing, I followed NATO once. She didn’t have time. I didn’t ask.
During this period, I moved from Tunzhou to the vicinity of Fort Tenri in the Sunyang district because of work and because of rental problems.
By the time Yobei contacted me again, Beijing was already in autumn.
She asked me to meet at a scorpion store.
Yobei said this scorpion store is not far from where I live, and I’ve looked into the understatement. It’s a scorpion.
I don’t recommend that boys ask girls to come to such “old shops”.
Since this old shop is basically staffed by a group of regular, old clients, who are used to squealing and talking, and who do not care about the food environment, it does not fit the small atmosphere of young men and women.
Not to mention the habit of eating, but this is the atmosphere in which such shops come by chance, and there is no need for silence.
Waiting for Tobei to arrive, the sheep scorpion went up, two of them had their usual first drinks, and then she began to talk about what had happened recently.
After a break-up with Mr. Ski, Yobei, in the care of his colleagues and friends, married a boy.
The blind boy, I call him “Mr. vest.”
The first photograph he sent to the north was a vest and a self-portrait in the bathroom.
In Yobei’s chute, it’s probably the two of us who spent some time together and decided to fall in love, during which time Yobei suggested that further development could be achieved, but Mr. vest was only willing to sneak around with the oil, and two or three times later Mr. vest didn’t move any further, and Yobei was very active and proactive in pulling him to a hotel and then…
The conclusion of Yobei is that “a nice leather bag doesn’t necessarily work.”
I mean, maybe for the first time? After all, it happens to boys for the first time.
He said, “This was what I thought at first, and then he tried it once when he went to his house, and then he fell.”
I say, is this thing psychological or physical, or emotional?
Yobei said that although the conditions of Mr. vests were good for the family, it was better to get together.
I said, so now, are you an empty window again?
Yobei said, “Yeah, it’s not so lonely anymore. I’m asking you for help.
I laughed twice.
According to some social surveys, sexless marriages in China are close to 30 per cent.
The reasons for non-sex marriage are many, but it also shows that “sex” is a key test in the emotional life of couples.
And then I talked to some friends about the topic of “No Sex Marriage,” which is basically:
Two people walk together, probably because of love, matter, impulse, company, etc., but when they choose to leave, the reason is no longer important, but the word “leave” is important.
It was possible to leave for one reason or another.
It is a process of choice, not a question of judgement.
Yobei, it’s just plainer to say she doesn’t like that life.
It is the simplest and the most direct of all questionnaires, with only two options: right and wrong.
But the boundaries of life, right and wrong, are not so black and white.
There are always such or such factors that blur the answer.
Ei works at a leather shop in 798 art parks and works in design.
On the same day, I was asked if I was interested in being a enthusiastic audience and getting a gift free of charge.
I’ll take it.
Like E.A.’s, there’s a treasure shop in addition to the real store, which is an online experience.
I was alone in the park, as a passionate audience, after I had a key button.
798 Art Parks are famous in Beijing, not to mention landscapes, but some of them are interesting.
And that day We went to a pavilion, and saw a naked man, with a nose, and a tummy-shaped pedal.
It’s interesting. I took pictures and sent them to Yobei.
I didn’t get a message.
“You’re a big man, looking at men naked. It’s exciting. I’m sorry.
I laughed.
“I’d love to see a woman, afraid of fire.” I’m sorry.
Yobei said, “Man sees arms and thighs and fantasizes about naked women. I’m sorry.
Sometimes people who live in peace and peace with their secular eyes are happy.
It’s because they are closer to the charisma of the word “sympathetic”.
I didn’t have any contact with her in her life, except for her emotional history in the north, or simply saying that she had feelings with some men.
Her work, her friends, her family and so on is none of my business.
“You stand out of the circle and look at me smile, just fine. I’m sorry.
When I got into the new company, the project was tight, and I usually had to go home to work until 1 or 2 a.m.
I don’t have much of a chat with Yobei, and she usually came to me, so I returned the information.
I was working on the budget at more than 1:00 a.m. on a Saturday and suddenly I got a call from Yobei.
She asked me to pick her up at some hotel.
She asked her on the phone, and she didn’t say anything, so let me go.
When I got to the hotel, she was waiting for me in the lobby rest area.
She was wearing a long white lace suit, she had a cigarette in her hand, she sat down on the couch and watched me come close and laughed.
I said, “What are you doing in the middle of the night without sleeping?”
Yobei said he couldn’t sleep.
She held her finger in a cigarette and said that I had a room with a man tonight.
She said it in a calm tone, as if she was thirsty daily.
I don’t know what kind of mood and mind I was.
Yobei said, no. xx on the deal.
I’m silent. You want to go home?
She said, “Where are we going?” The ex-husband’s house? Mom’s house?
I laughed twice.
Although she currently lives with her parents, her relationship with her parents is very rigid in relation to her marriage and divorce.
It’s kind of like a relationship.
Yobei said, “I’m a parasite, and it’s a good thing my parents didn’t give up and gave me a place to live. I’m sorry.
I guess if it wasn’t for her parents who had a daughter, maybe she really didn’t care.
But after all, I want to be a Beijing girl, a Beijing house, a Beijing account, always put some halo on me.
Actually, she’s a little more free than most people, without pressure.
Yobei said, “Space’s gone, there’s gotta be something to do.
I said, I’ll drink with you.
Yobei said, well, if you’re drunk, don’t worry.
A few days before the Fourth of July, Yobei suddenly called me.
She said she was going to introduce her best friend to me. The phone was very exciting.
My best friend, Peking, 32, with a car, a house, a bachelor, a family, a relationship without a word, small body, easy to push.
I said, “I don’t have a room, I don’t have a car, I’m not a stranger. You’re pushing my best friend into the fire.”
Yobei said, “It’s okay. Maybe you’re right.
I mean, I’ve never seen a picture of your girlfriend.
Yobei said she’s a better girl than I am.
She says she’s so full of shit, she says she tried it. It’s not a lie.
I laughed a few times and the phone refused.
But Yubei was very high-skinned, and she even planned this national holiday, which allowed me to spend some time in a hot spring, to create an opportunity for me to meet her girlfriend, to test her in advance and to know that she had a great body.
It’s really strange to think about you.
If I’m really good with her girlfriend, is that “my girlfriend sleeping with my boyfriend” or “my boyfriend sleeping with my best friend” or “my best friend and boyfriend cheating on me”?
Although, I’m just a male friend of the North.
It’s like a little bit on both sides.
Me and Yobei’s best friend never met.
I still haven’t seen any pictures of her best friend.
As an advocate of a strange date, Zaibei, she became silent when her first boyfriend returned from Guangzhou two days before the National Day.
After the Fourth of July, she ended her silence and started telling me about her first boyfriend.
Yobei said that her first boyfriend was the most committed and most in love. He was physically and mentally able to go back to Guangzhou after graduation. She decided to go to Guangzhou and spend the rest of her life with him.
I asked why I didn’t go.
He said he was engaged a few days after his first boyfriend returned to Guangzhou.
I’m surprised to ask, how fast.
Yobei said I broke up with him after I finished my graduation. Normally, he’s not a loser.
I said, how can he have time to accompany you on his business trip to Beijing?
He said he didn’t have time, but I had time.
I’m mute.
Yobei said that the first love, not to mention the first love in which both the body and the body are devoted, cannot be extrapolated and understood with common sense.
Yobei said men don’t understand women’s first relationships.
Yobei spoke to me, and her mother was very opposed to her marriage to her ex-husband and then to her divorce.
After her divorce, her mother was dissatisfied with her, and two people often fought.
It is possible that in the eyes of the elders, marriage should be a suture-suture work, leaving behind a stain and tearing a hole.
“But I’m not a tailor. “I don’t like it, I don’t want it. I’m sorry.
I was just kidding and said, “Maybe you’re fat. I’m sorry.
She hammered me. It hurts.
“How does it feel to see your first boyfriend? I’m sorry.
I haven’t seen a photo of Yobei’s first boyfriend, who, according to Yobei’s description, is a thin, tall, and insensitive Guangdong boy.
“Maybe a better memory. We haven’t seen each other for over a decade. I’m sorry.
It’s yellow, but I don’t have a feeling of peace, that’s her style, or her habits.
“He’s divorced? I say my guess.
If a person wants to get to know something, he can ask the other way around.
“The children are in their sevens and eights. “So, the child is the bond of marriage.” You see how well I am, divorced, alone and free. I’m sorry.
I’m silent, so far I’ve been a single dog, and I can’t feel all the ties in marriage for a while.
“What are you going to do with your first boyfriend? I’m sorry.
The look on the north is a little confused, and the look on the eye is like an idiot, saying, “Everyone is a grown man, so let’s start with a new one for first love.” What, you think I’ll sell to him? I’m sorry.
“It’s not like you just got out of jail, you’re not gonna jump into the pit.” I’m going to explain, and I’m going to say, “More than 2,000 kilometres in Beijing and Guangzhou.” I’m sorry.
In the wake of a “smoke” and “smoke ash,” he said, “The ticket from Beijing to Guangzhou is just a thousand pieces, and KTV little girls don’t have enough tips. I’m sorry.
She asked for me, and she continued: “Most ordinary men have no chance of cheating. When the opportunity comes, it fills up like a wolf. I’m sorry.
Before New Year’s Eve, Yobei called me.
When she went to work at the Bureau of Commerce and Industry, she shook her trust and added a man.
The man is an IT skilled man, married, both outsiders, renting a room.
The skilled male earns a very high income, said to be 20,000 a month, but the bulk is paid, with only $50 a week in pocket money, and meals are usually in the company canteen, free of charge.
He said, “I have never seen a man so poor, so much money, so little money, so much pain. I’m sorry.
There’s anecdotes on the Internet, and the guys who do the stuff are obnoxious.
He said, “It’s a pity for the man in the tweets. This man can’t have a little hobby in his wife’s hands except to make money, smoking a cigarette is a sin, and I’m sorry about the party and the country. I’m sorry.
We said, “Maybe his family is saving for a house.” I’m sorry.
He laughed and said, “It is said that his wife is not satisfied and wants to buy one in Beijing. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, well, living, you know, just trying to have a head start. I’m sorry.
“But too much has been done. He said, “The man in this environment is a loser. I’m sorry.
“Your mother’s in love?” I said. As I’ve felt since I met Yobei, she must have a story.
“Hey. “He took a week’s allowance and invited me to a fast meal.” And then I let him feel a different kind of excitement. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“After dinner, he asked me to walk in a small park on the street, and there was a lot of noise on the road, and there was a bit of silence in the park. I’m sorry.
And suddenly in my mind there was a scene, and I spat, “This is so disgusting.” I’m sorry.
“You men, you’re right! I’m sorry.
Women are very sympathetic.
It is also understandable that common sense is strong.
It is sometimes rational and cold, it is sometimes a passion for excitement, it is sometimes a prank but it is also a lonely woman.
She was particularly sympathetic to technologists, who had become addicted since the last release of their nature for them.
Yobei joked me, saying, “He saved his cigarette money to send himself a rose. This little man, that’s funny. I’m sorry.
In my chat, Yobei seemed to find new pleasures.
The first teacher of her incarnate man, who kept flirting with him, kept guiding him and giving him an unusual sense of passion.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t slept with him yet. He seems to know my concerns and says, “I’ll catch him now. I’m sorry.
“You can easily get yourself into trouble. I exhorted, “After all, a married man, you’re so careless that you’re ruining someone’s marriage. I’m sorry.
“Forget it. If marriage was so easily broken up, it would mean that it was difficult to live in peace, and it would be better to be free and free. I’m sorry.
Yobei always has a negative attitude to marriage.
After a few days, I was given a selfie by a skilled man in the bathroom.
It’s kind of normal, big eyes and smiles, and it’s kind of an expression that’s trying to make itself look good.
Morality, the word, should be a noun.
But it often turns into a verb, into moral condemnation, moral constraint, moral kidnapping, etc.
It was packaged as a weapon to stab or kill some other person or thing.
In the case of the North-Tech Man, although it was difficult to advise as a friend, even though she knew that she was playing with fire, intervening in and destroying the marriage.
In terms of social ethics and moral norms, it is no problem to condemn a few words of condemnation, or to call the street a name.
But I don’t think I have a position to advise on such actions.
It’s always said to you, “Be safe.”
It’s normal, it’s sad, it’s safe.
“I was only involved, I didn’t destroy, I didn’t persuade him to divorce, and I didn’t blame him. How can he be called dirty when he’s happy, happy and irresponsible? I’m sorry.
He drank milk tea and blinked at me.
Yobei went to the hot spring.
With a skilled man.
I asked you about the costs of the hot springs, the cost of the car and the hotel accommodation.
He said it was me. I asked him to go to the hot spring.
I mean, he’s so poor, didn’t he take a little?
Yobei said he bought a box of famous brand condoms.
I have no words.
She talked to me after she finished the spa.
Send me a picture of her bathing suit.
She’s wearing a bikini, and she’s all over her body and seductive.
He says he’s still strong.
I always felt like I was a mirror to the north.
She was talking to me, actually, in the mirror, about her recent state of mind.
A week later, the tech guy showed up.
It is said that the reason for this is that skilled men run toilets at home too often and stay too long and their wives are tired of finding them.
The wife of the skilled man, who called Yobei, called him, called him, said that Yobei had a bad face and hooked up with his own man…
I didn’t hear it myself. I was just telling you on the phone about that woman.
Yobei said he couldn’t blame his men for the fragrance.
“Money is a man’s guts, and men without money are not. “You have to make more money and be bold.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the point of being bold? Didn’t you always say that men become bad when they have money? I’m sorry.
I had a long-overthought of being scolded by Yobei, or of being a tech man and Yobei. Moreover, Zaibei is not the kind of person who can’t talk back. In her view, it is just an insinuation, not even a relationship.
“There’s no money, there’s no way to stop men. “The key is that women keep men’s belts in order.” I’m sorry.
Yobei said, “The skilled man was beaten by his wife’s house, his eyes were bleeding, his face was swollen. I’m sorry.
I laughed and said, “You deserve it.”
In the case of the North and the Technological Man, there is no living circle between the two, and the wife of the Technological Man is naturally unable to find North and can only call North by telephone or by a text message.
He called the tech guy and said, “If your wife gets involved again, I’m on you.” I’m sorry.
I’m sure the wife of a skilled man has stopped harassing North.
As I understand it, perhaps the idea of a skilled man’s wife not being divorced is simply an expression of outrage at the infidelity of a skilled man’s marriage and an expression of hatred and hostility towards the destruction of the north.
“This is actually an act of calf protection. I said to Yobei, “You think it’s a broken bowl, but it’s probably someone else’s heirloom.” I’m sorry.
In fact, marriage is normal.
The quieter things, the easier they get.
Because it’s too boring.
February 2013.
Before spring break, a girl asked me out.
Her name is White. She’s young.
I was with her walking around the World Trade Center, walking to a small store.
First floor is a bar, second floor is a catering area.
She ordered pasta. I ordered curry.
Two people talked, after dinner, I took her to the bus and went back on the subway.
When I got home, I was hungry, and I made myself another noodles.
I’m full, soothing.
I sent a message to White, asking if she was home safe.
White’s back. Here he is.
White sent another message and went home to be safe.
I said you too.
Spring is coming.
I’ve got tickets to go home.
I called Yobei after 8:00 p.m.
The phone was cut off.
When it was 11 o’clock, I got a voice from Zaibei.
She said I was in a hotel, he slept like a pig, and I was in the bathroom.
I said, how did you get to the hotel again?
He said, “He asked me out, he’ll be fine. I didn’t know this man was something. I heard I had a best friend, so I got to introduce him. I’m sorry.
I heard the voice and laughed.
The best friend of Yobei is a trap, only hearsay and no pictures.
The state of life in the north is truly a wave of freedom, as always.
“What is this man doing? I’m sending a text over.
Yobei said that the last time the xx guy went on a business trip. He asked me again after his last appointment.
I told Yobei to be safe.
I said, “I’m going home tomorrow. Happy spring. I’m sorry.
Yobei returned a text. Well, you’re happy too.
I think that single boys have a certain attachment to their lives.
It’s not that you don’t want to find someone, it’s that you jump out of your comfort zone.
A man who is free and suddenly has an object around him feels a bit constrained.
This feeling is not as bitter as the life circles of two people gradually overlap and disappear.
As always, on this spring holiday, I took part in a number of blind dates and were rejected or stood up.
Always being left behind anyway.
In addition to Mom’s tears, it’s a heavy drop.
I sent her a message. She didn’t reply.
You try and wait for the sun to warm.
Shanghai, the art friend who took me to the bar to see him on a business trip to Beijing.
He’s going to hold his own exhibition at 798 Art Center.
He sent me a message on QQ, and he gave me an electronic ticket to buy a link, so I could go and visit.
Tickets are expensive, $15.
He’s always been, Zizo.
Not even an electronic ticket.
He said you didn’t even want to sponsor my artistic career. You should review yourself.
He said that art was priceless.
I spit on him. Art is priceless. Then why don’t you give me one of those?
I’m actually kind of weird.
I’m afraid of the beginning of a relationship when someone suddenly treats me well and suddenly buys me a gift.
I’m not a bitch, I’m a burden.
But I’m the one who’s willing to do it, perhaps not to the point where it’s true, but who’s absolutely generous.
As long as I have a good wallet, whether it’s time or money.
Yobei said I should call myself poor.
So I get along with Yobei.
She never offered me a gift, or something.
And I, in the presence of a mirror where she spoke, occasionally reflected some light and opened her emotions.
Yobei asked me if there’s anything funny lately.
I told you my friend was going to the 798 Art Center to open an exhibition.
Yobei asked me to buy another ticket and take her to see her.
I answered.
Then open up the QQ, find a friend’s electronic ticket to buy a link and buy two tickets.
I’m sorry, this is 30 dollars for an art friend’s career.
An art friend’s art show, not a show.
He was just one of the painters in the exhibition, but he had a good title, director/contemporary artist.
An artistic friend wears a beret on his head, a pair of glasses, and his face is covered with ash.
Actually, I haven’t seen an art friend in five or six years.
While there was a QQQ chat, the number was changed for two rounds, and I didn’t have his number.
I went to the art show with Yobei, and I saw my art friend in the interview.
I pointed out to him, and Yobei said, “He’s very patient. I’m sorry.
I was whispering, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
See, it’s a kind word to praise a less handsome man.
An art friend, actually a man focused on money.
Once upon a time, he said that this society is a society that must not have been able to do it, either with money, with power or with fame. One of the three is that I have no official business and no mine at home is poor. Now I’ll just focus on being famous and famous, and I’ll be rich.
A realistic artist.
It’s impossible for an artist to be realistic.
Wait till he’s done with the interview. I’ll say hello to him.
After all, he was an old friend who had not met for some years, and the two men were moving out of their circle, asking what was going on with the director, and knowing that he had prepared a few short essays, which were broadcast on the video site.
Two people chatted, told me some news, and then I saw him busy, and I walked away.
Life, peace, good.
This painting thing, it’s new, it’s new, it’s not.
I met an art friend. I said hi. I was ready to leave in 10 minutes.
Yobei said he wanted to turn around so I could go back.
I thought she might have her own arrangements and never asked.
Think about it, I called Em.
Em says, not in the park.
She asked me if I still remember the couple. The girl was coming to Beijing in two days and had time to have dinner.
I should get down.
I don’t really have much to do with the couple.
But it’s amazing how it’s supposed to be, some of them.
It’s too hard to say.
White asked me to go shopping and told me.
But I’m scared.
When you’ve been single for a long time and you’re not sure about yourself, there’s a girl who likes herself.
It’s so sudden that I’m lost.
Feels like you’ve started some sort of established procedure.
In some resistance, the other side is slowly accepted.
On weekends, me and White had an appointment to go to Happy Valley.
She was wearing a pair of high heels, an ink-green hammock skirt, long hair with a slight stubble, and looked at youth.
She’s not a good swimmer.
But who made her look good young?
I watched her in the long line of the roller coaster and saw many words written on the walls.
“The 24th Day – March 10th, 2013”
“I believe that one day someone will come with me. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I took a picture of the roller coaster and sent it to Yobei.
No text description.
He said you went with your girlfriend.
Her instincts, right.
Although, I wouldn’t be sure of my feelings.
Is she in love or not, is she my girlfriend?
After all, it’s just the beginning of contact.
I’m going back to North, and I said, “I’m not sure.”
Yobei said, come on, asshole.
I’ve always been reluctant to use the word “scum girl” to describe the North.
I respect everyone’s needs or patterns of life.
I can neither understand nor disagree, but there is no need to judge from my own point of view.
The connection between Yobei and me is still intermittent.
March 20, 2013.
The south is already a hot spring, and Beijing is suddenly snowing.
Wakes up early in the morning, and the snow is heavy on the roof, white and white, and the city is covered with ice cream.
In the evening, I sent a message to Zaibei asking about the situation.
Yobei said that he had just changed his job, had gone to work, moved out of his parents ‘ house and rented his own house.
Yobei says it’s free and clean.
Her place and place of residence are far away from me.
It’s getting cold, and I’m saying to Yobei, be safe.
Beijing is big enough for two people who live together.
I haven’t seen you since the snow.
‘Cause I got another guy around to meet me.
Itchy is the most subtle feeling between men and women.
Love at first sight, it tickles. Stupid, desperate, itchy. It tickles.
The first encounter between a man and a woman, the first encounter of an eye, is the tickling bud…
Itch, it’s the beginning of love; it hurts, it costs.
I don’t know.
This is from The Itch. The author was drunk.
In early April, I received this book from a friend.
I finished reading this when Beijing train station was waiting.
I’m waiting for K601 this trip, my destination is five mountains.
A work that has its own core idea, “Itchy” describes the emotional changes between men and women in marriage life, in the face of deviance.
There will be a slight sting for young people who have not yet entered the siege and for young people who still have fantasies about love.
Love, marriage, too cheap.
There’s something going on.
Thanks to those who met, as well as to yourself for staying the course.
The whole trip is good.
But my right cheek, it’s frozen.
Unstructured graphics, on the face, looking pretty big and scary.
When White saw it, she was a little scared and said I wasn’t paying attention.
And then she bought a bottle of cream with a cold wound, so I wipe it every day.
I’m just kidding. I’m broke. Nobody wants it anymore.
White says I want to.
When she said that, she had light in her eyes.
But I didn’t.
Because I’m still not sure whether I like White or love.
Like a man. Do you need a reason?
I’ve been telling White that you’re still young and that your feelings for me may be just an illusion. Later on, you’ll meet more good boys in your life, and then you’ll see more, more, more, more, more.
White said, after, after. Now, I like you, can’t I?
And then she’s a little down.
White said it’s the first time I’ve told a boy, the first time I like a boy, why not?
Yeah, why not?
I asked Yobei.
Yobei said that because you knew you were a scum, you couldn’t help hurting a little girl.
You haven’t been sure about your feelings because you’re afraid to take responsibility.
I said, “Oh.”
Maybe because I have a conscience?
There’s a swimming pool.
The swimming pools are mainly open to owners in small areas.
The owners are rich, single, married, men and women, old and young.
Yobei said I ran into a swimming coach at the pool.
She said he was very strong, he had six abs, and he looked at me every time I went swimming.
She said I knew he must be moaning my body. But I didn’t take the initiative. I had to hook him up, test him, see what he was.
She said I’m serious this time. Really.
I know that Yobei is a romantic brain.
She’s always between men and women, giving herself and the other.
After some time, Yobei told me that she found the coach in contact with some female members and that she was jealous.
She’s in a swimming pool every day after work.
She said I’m gonna lose weight. Swimming can lose weight.
She said that she was successful in seducing her coach, who couldn’t walk away every time he taught her to swim.
She said that I felt like the coach was obsessed with me. He must have been obsessed with me. He said he was going to open me up and teach me.
I know, Yobei, it’s on fire again.
White and I discussed a topic.
Love at first sight, and love for long, which is more reliable.
I said, “I don’t believe in love at first sight. I believe in love for a long time.” Most relationships start out out of appearances, from beauty, and then they attract each other, to understand each other, to feel each other’s inner character, charm.
White says I believe in love at first sight. Because girls are very emotional, external, inner, each other’s. As a mere valour party, you like each other’s face, even if it’s superficial, but it starts with valor and loyalty.
I said, it’s easy for girls to get hurt at first sight.
White said, “Fellow things can’t be right, can’t see rainbows without the wind.” Moreover, there is no provision and no data to indicate that the failure rate at first sight must be higher than the rate at which it occurs.
I mean, that’s probably why a lot of scum is here. After all, the scum gave the girl a romantic and satisfied her fantasy of love.
White says, are you romantic?
I looked at White and shook my head.
White smiled, and didn’t say anything.
I asked Yobei what you thought about love at first sight and love for a long time.
He said, “I don’t believe in love at first sight, and I don’t believe in love, I believe in it now.” Like is like, like is not like.
Yes, Yubei lives in the present.
Before the Fourth of July, Yobei told me she was going home with the coach.
I was surprised to call her in a hurry.
The phone was hung up and Zhoubei replied that the coach was there.
I asked, do you have a plan and a coach to get married?
Yobei said, have an idea. But look at the reality.
You. Yobei, are you ready to get married with your girlfriend?
If possible, I will. I replied.
Because you love her.
The words of Yobei make me look stingy.
I’m a little embarrassed and I’m a little reluctant to answer that question.
I don’t ask the boyfriend who wants to go to North, what’s his name, what’s his name?
In the case of strangers, magnifying each other ‘ s attributes is more conducive to increasing the impression and distinguishing other strangers.
Like Mr. Ski, Mr. vest, Mr. xx, IT tech, swimming coach…
They’re strangers to me, but with Yobei, they’re a label that represents the emotional past.
Yobei was the first woman I ever met, and the way I was with her was more of a role in listening.
I’m reluctant to talk about my feelings or my worries, which makes me feel vulnerable.
Maybe it’s macho, and I don’t want to talk about the most important women around me when I’m looking for North.
Just, I’m a very slow person.
Relationships are never the most inconvenient magic.
Everyone can speculate about, or even reverse, the principles behind the magic, but when it is shown, it is amazing.
That is the case of love, with whom some people, even if they spend their lives together, do not want to be with each other; some just look at it and think about it.
I daren’t say I love my girlfriend so devoutly and truly, but I also like her, and I’m obsessed with her.
When two people are together, just be happy.
Yobei Echo.
I’ve lost touch with Yobei since he followed the swimming coach home.
She doesn’t answer my calls, she’s not in QQ’s friends, she’s a stranger in the tweets, and he doesn’t answer his personal letters.
On only a few occasions was she able to see that she had relayed some of the posts in the microblog, which she praised.
She’s real, but she can’t touch it anymore.
Time washes away the memories of the years, and certain pieces of old black and white images become distasteful and discoloration.
And those patches are just growing gears that run over years and trample passion.
Some of the stories between Me and Io-North are like scattered pieces.
I am looking for those that have been lost, and she is squandering in the wilderness, preferring to be hidden, and eventually become dust.
I don’t know.
I can understand the decision to leave the past and start over.
The path to growth is always accompanied by different people.
Some go far, others go fast.
And saying goodbye to the past, actually, is cutting off some labels.
White and I have a conflict.
This contradiction may have been buried from the very beginning.
Me and her, she and me.
Our attitude to life, our future goals, our relations with friends…
The Internet says you’re not dating your girlfriend alone, you’re still talking to your girlfriend’s girlfriend.
If you want to get your girlfriend’s feelings, you’re gonna have to run your girlfriend’s girlfriend’s ring.
Obviously, I failed.
Those who fail in the examination either repeat or drop out.
If you’re going to double-check, you’re going to have to agree with the examiner.
I asked Em.
Al says I don’t understand. I’m a girl.
Eddie said you had a girlfriend.
I’m a little embarrassed.
Yes, I have a girlfriend, White.
But in my life, except for a few very good private friends who knew about White on the phone.
I don’t know what White looks like, age or character.
I don’t know if it’s a protection of my privacy, or if it’s like Yobei’s “Scum Man” behavior.
My feelings are always weak.
There’s always uncertainty about feelings, about the future.
Em says you’re too self-confident to give her enough security.
Em says you deserve it.
Spring transport began in December 2013.
Me and White went through a few times and finally got a ticket home.
I went to her house for New Year.
On New Year ‘ s Day 2014, White and I had a little conflict.
Two weeks later, Baek told me that her parents were not home and that they were going back to their ancestors for the New Year.
Then she had some ink to tell me I didn’t have to go home with her.
She said you could give it back.
One week before spring break, on a young night, White broke up with me.
I returned the message, okay.
After returning the message, the whole person felt a little relaxed.
It was not surprising, nor disconcerting, that everything that was worried became a reality.
(concluded)
I’m envious of the spilling of North.
Love, it’s love, it’s all about willing.
Even with all the wounds, she could not be stopped from pursuing the eyes and footsteps of love.
I envy White’s innocence.
Love, it’s love, it’s all about willing.
Even when one falls, neither blames nor resents, it is time to part in peace.
After all…
Future, unforeseeable, unforeseeable.
And White, after a period of time, it was finally broken.
Life, still ahead.
Live in the present.
Good. Case number: YXA1x0KLZ4CreaDyz6hwnwR
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
