How much fun have you seen the best?
How much fun have you seen the best? – What?
At 3:00 in the morning, I ran out of my roommate, the opposite sex.
From the head to the foot, the naked kind.
I was in the small corner of the balcony, crying.
I lamented my lost love and fed my dog’s youth.
The curtains are running out of time.
One.
I turned my head, and I was standing at the door of the balcony, and I saw a face-to-face with a co-tenant with a towel and his hair.
The white flower’s flesh raced to my sight.
They’re full of roommates snoring their heads with towels.
It’s too running so much that I’ve been squeezing my cell phone, banging it out of my hand and slipping on the ground.
Proportional symmetry, size standard.
I didn’t mean to take advantage of him, but he was sitting on my side and my face was only going to get under his waist.
Even more devastating, after a half-night cold, I couldn’t bear to sneeze at his lower body.
The curly hair is blown by the wind, and it’s floating.
Roommate’s face, under the pretense of my magic pen, is wonderful.
I held my nose and I didn’t know what to say to him first.
I’m sorry I’m freezing his brother, or I’m sorry I tarnished his body with my eyes.
But in the end, there was only one ad in my head at the moment when the wind blew the bird.
A glass full of material.
Oh, I’m a fucking thinker.
Of course, things have come to that point, and I think I may have been more responsible.
After all, no one can think that at 3:00 a.m., there are people who would shrunk in the corner of the balcony, with no light on or sound.
The roommate reacted quickly, and he turned and covered himself with curtains.
Well, one step faster than I am.
So I took a glimpse of his white ass.
It’s very round, and it should feel good.
At that moment, I sincerely felt that if I wasn’t a woman, maybe my roommate had punched me in the face.
Two.
My ex-boyfriend gave me a very simple break-up text.
Just nine words.
Try it, it’s not right, break up.
I spent three years in college, finally chasing my ex-boyfriend.
But less than six months later, she broke up with me.
I tried my last sense of reason and gave him a calm and restrained return.
Then call my best friend, no crying.
And then, the night was cold on the balcony.
But obviously, now I can’t cry.
Because the roommates are dressed up, they sit on the little couch in the living room.
Look at him, should be waiting for me.
And I’m thinking about his white ass.
Shit.
I think I’m in a terrible state with a swollen face.
“Friends dumped you? I’m sorry.
I:
My roommate looked at me with sympathy.
“It’s not a big deal to break up, but it’s better not to sit on the balcony and get misunderstood and want to jump. I’m sorry.
I:
I think that my roommate’s brain circuit seems very curious.
At this time, shouldn’t I be comforted by the lack of grass?
What about the landlord?
So I decided to put the subject back on track.
“What do you men like? Why would he break up with me? I’m sorry.
He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly his eyes were bright, and you left a message, and he rushed to get me a document from his room.
Neuronet Growth Data Collection Protocol
What the hell?
What the hell did I rent together?
The roommate pointed to the document.
“My lab is doing a neuronet-growing project that needs data collection. You don’t want to know what kind of guy your ex-boyfriend likes? I’m sorry.
I:
Speak human.
The roommates made a big move.
“If you open your social network account with your ex-boyfriend, this project can tell you exactly what kind of girl your ex-boyfriend likes. I’m sorry.
The roommate looked at me so eagerly and handed me a pen.
“Secure that the data will not be leaked, and if you are not reassured, you can have a confidentiality agreement. I’m sorry.
At that moment, the roommate’s face and the guy who sells insurance out there had a high resonance.
I’ve believed and confirmed several times and finally signed my name in a gambler’s spirit.
It took me three and a half years to figure out what kind of man my ex-boyfriend really likes.
People under the sky bridge don’t dare blow their heads.
3
It’s possible that the look on my face has greatly stimulated the self-esteem of the roommate as a program dog, who came home early that afternoon and moved back to a computer, saying he wanted me to see.
I was tearing down a consolation gift from my best friend.
It’s in the same town. Aoshima beer, you deserve it.
My best friend, in order to appease my love-breaking heart, ordered me a box of wine.
The message was: I can’t be around, but the wine can.
You’re drunk, you might even meet someone.
I think I might have made a fake girlfriend.
However, when roommates assembled computers, I felt that I might have met a fake, programmer.
And the conscience says, from the looks of it, it’s nothing different from Computer City 2999, and it’s got no cards for mouse keyboard protection.
And yet, as soon as the screen was bright, the sense of excellence came up.
I can’t read the light system interface.
All English, all stranger logo, even on the desktop, I can’t even find my computer.
The roommate had my cell phone, and he had a big operation, and he went straight to me and my ex.
Knock while directing the dynamic content of my account to him and filter the keyword.
Seriously, I didn’t feel anything when I reported on the ex-boyfriend social account.
But when I reported myself, shame was like a shack.
Especially my Twitter double. It’s amazing.
One is the master account, which is used to interact with ex-boyfriends, with all kinds of naive and sweet outfits.
One is the working account, which is used to communicate with readers, and to send some clips that cannot be reviewed on the website.
Yes, I’m a freelance.
I write for a living.
As a writer, it’s impossible to drive.
The roommate hasn’t been able to hear from me for a long time. He took my phone, lit pictures and looked at it.
And then he looked me in the eye.
After my roommate’s voice was recited and two pieces of my car accident scene were recited, I sent my best friend the missing wine directly to my roommate’s table.
“Don’t say a word, it’s all in the drink. Men drank it with me! I’m sorry.
Either the eye was poisonous or I picked the largest part of my microbory scale.
Can I get him to finish this?
I decided to test it to see if the novel bridge was counterproductive.
4
My memory lasts when I put my hand around his roommate’s neck, and I held an easy can with one hand in my hand, and I stepped on a chair with one foot in my hand, and I poured wine into his mouth.
As for the roommates who were dead or alive, I had no idea.
I woke up in a totally strange bed.
The most common suction lamp I’ve ever seen.
It’s covered with gray stripes and cold-winded covers.
Under the head, the other arm.
Yes, another arm.
Long, white, skiny, and hidden, can also see a green vascular and microtonic bicep.
I consciously turned my head, and once again, I saw my roommate.
After having experienced the usual silence, I suddenly broke out with a groundhog screaming.
Then quickly seizes the moral high ground, referring to the deer as the horse.
“Why are you in my bed! I’m sorry.
The roommate unfaced the covers, let me see for myself.
Under the covers, I used my hands and feet in a very twisted position, entangling my roommate as a whole.
One leg over his thigh.
One arm over his chest.
The other hand died and caught his arm.
And put that arm on my chest.
After seeing my situation, I broke out the second groundhog scream.
“You’re crushing my chest! You don’t know how hard it grows! I’m sorry.
Roommate: …
The roommate broke out of my claw and got out of bed.
One side of the bed and one side of the back.
I looked at my roommate’s skinny and powerful waist and I recalled the feeling of his hand, which he did without control.
The expression is particularly obscene.
The roommate looked down and saw my hand and his face was black.
5
I ran all the way back to my room, and my roommate knocked on my door in a timely and very polite manner, trying to remember what happened last night.
Then hand me a memory card.
It’s full of 100 video clips and a full account of my madness the night before.
All night long, the roommates were so busy.
And tore me from him while he was drunk like mud.
I picked a couple of roommates to mark the focus of the video, and I just wanted to take the floor.
I couldn’t put my little yellow piece in my roommate’s head.
Instead, I washed away all my memories of being drunk.
The roommate, with his arms around him, made me laugh.
“Who held me in my arm yesterday and said he had no one to ask for it? I’m sorry.
“Who died yesterday and wouldn’t let me out of bed and said he’d take me for 800 rounds? I’m sorry.
“Who said yesterday that you’re not as good as I am without your heart? I’m sorry.
I’ve got my hands on my face, and I’ve got my eyes on the sky.
Words have come together in only six words.
“Please don’t say, faceless. I’m sorry.
Six.
My best friend called me in due course to give me his condolences and, by the way, to mention another bad news.
She took the microblog of her ex-boyfriend and stoned him on two boats.
My best friend is a bad friend.
“This guy is so bad, he’s trying to hook up with you, he’s hooking up with other girls, he’s breaking up with you, he’s riding a donkey, you’re not even a spare. I’m sorry.
I:
Although I can understand my best friend’s feelings for me.
But for one thing, I think it’s a little inappropriate to ride a donkey to find a horse.
Who do you think is the donkey?
My best friend turned his hand and sent me an ex-boyfriend’s trumpet.
The most remarkable thing is his new girlfriend, the white-faced, long-legged, pretentious, like a model.
I looked through a couple of pictures and went to the mirror and looked at my own chest sighs.
They say fat people lose weight is a potential share, but I’m an exception.
If you have no tits, you have no ass, and the statement proves that you are overweight, either flat or short.
7
I set up a new photo of my ex-boyfriend on a computer desktop, determined to inspire myself to her every day and to return to the path of diet.
Then I spent a whole week starving myself.
Results are significant.
The number on the scale, swinging back and forth between 99 and 100.
Pyjamas are 100 and no pajamas 99.5.
Don’t ask me why I know so precisely.
The question is, when I measure my weight with a fixed variable, my roommate just came back.
When he opened the door, I just said my net weight after taking off my pajamas.
I don’t know why he came home at this point, though.
After all, since the day of the lease, he’s been up before the chickens, asleep before the cat, before 10:30, never home.
However, after entering the door, after looking at my three points, his first sentence to me was:
“You’ve seen me before, and now I’ve seen you. I’m sorry.
I’m fucking even!
The second sentence reads:
“I’m older than you in terms of international standard sizes and domestic averages, so I lost. I’m sorry.
I:
The roommate said his third sentence before I went to the kitchen to get the knife.
“There’s good news. Do you hear me? I’m sorry.
I remembered in my heart that it was illegal to kill 300 times, and then told him very calmly, don’t wimp.
Roommate hand me the analysis.
“The system selects one of the most moving accounts in your circle of friends based on your social account with your ex-boyfriend.
She said she would turn the report to the last page.
“Look, that’s her. I’m sorry.
I looked at him in the direction of his finger, and I was happy.
The system was chosen, not others, throughout my college years, and between me and my ex-boyfriends, and I’m very unchallenged, number one green tea.
I specifically confirmed it with him.
“Is she really the one the system picked out? I’m sorry.
The roommate vowed to be his own and his next generation, and he made the system run three times to prove it.
I’ve been a dog for a long time.
But instead of trying to stop there, the roommate suggested to me that it would be better to tailor a “virtual girlfriend” to an ex-boyfriend based on his big data analysis.
I don’t think I can keep up with roommates.
To tell you the truth, I’ve been relieved ever since I found out that my ex-boyfriend was on two boats, and that he loved the green tea.
Reasonably, the roommate’s evaluation was also correct.
It’s my charm to break up with me?
However, roommates repeatedly brainwashed me to say that the lack of feedback from the subjects could not be used as proof that the procedure was correct.
I have to try.
I had to go with him.
So the roommates dragged the girls in the ex-boyfriend’s trumpet to do the material and started to synthesize the picture called the standard for lovers in the ex-boyfriend’s dream.
And he used that reason to spend the whole afternoon in my room.
Before he left, he suddenly hit his head and looked back at me.
“That’s right. I forgot to tell you. Don’t lose weight on your computer screen. I’m sorry.
I: ?
Roommate: “The picture on your boyfriend’s trumpet, P-Fit P, has a bad background. I’ll release my hands and return the picture later. I’m sorry.
I:
8
On the second weekend of the Big Data Slag Boys program, I got an unexpected invitation from the university community.
Yes, actually, I was in the same club as my ex-boyfriend and green tea.
That’s what I’m talking about.
But as soon as I pushed the door, I saw the one on the side of the stage standing side by side with the green tea, the ex-boyfriend.
They’re probably talking about something. The ex-boyfriend’s face is so relaxed and pleasant.
However, that expression, after he saw me twisting his head, was like being pushed sharply, and it was fixed in a moment and disappeared.
The ex-boyfriend looked at me with his frown and didn’t talk.
The green tea made out with me and took my hand and said he wanted to read the script with me.
I put the script in her arms, which means I’m here to make soy sauce. She wants to fuck her. I’ll stay behind me.
I didn’t think I was just going to go to the toilet, and when she came back, she had all the characters in place.
Ex-boyfriend playing the lead man.
And the female lead in the play with the male lead, of course, is the experienced green tea herself.
She’s even very kind. She’s got me a line.
Listen to me. I’ve got a line!
If that part is not a man…
9
The green tea added a special line when it delivered me the costume.
This is for me.
I went into the dressing room to find out I was looking for it.
I’m actually a very simple liner.
I’m 165, and I’m telling the truth.
But the green tea gave me an extra trumpet.
It’s not like it’s on me.
Chests are small, legs are short, sleeves are long.
It’s very uncomfortable wearing it.
I was going to get another one of them, but the green tea was like a little bit of a pinch, and I was standing in front of my dressing room and I pulled out as soon as I opened the door.
It’s too tight, I can’t even breathe too hard, so I’m afraid I can’t keep a button on my chest.
My lines are simple, one word and one action.
Bring up the tea tray, bend over the dots and say to the heroine.
“Madam, please.”
Everything else is fine, but this bend is the key.
As soon as I bowed, I felt the pressure of fabric in my waist.
The feeling of oppression from the chest comes down.
Then I heard a slight sound in my ear.
If I’m not mistaken, it’s my waist dress.
The pressure on the waist is so rapid.
And then the feeling of oppression in the chest disappeared.
And finally, with my eyes open, I looked at that dress, which was already very tight, and after one of my heads, it was broken, hung on my shoulder, and four cloths.
Onstage light background music is complete.
I’m holding on to the bend and I’m afraid to keep my back straight.
At that moment, I felt a silence in my ears, and only the skin on my back could feel even a slight heat of incandescent light on top.
It’s a blank.
There are many memories.
Seems to be back in high school, getting kicked up by the best classmates in class and laughing at me for being tall and fat.
Girls in the same grade were squeezed into toilets and watered and isolated by everyone.
I had to get out of that place, lose weight and start a new life in college.
However, all efforts seem to be of little use.
I’m fat and isolated.
I’m thin, my ex-boyfriend thinks I don’t have boobs.
Even if we split up, the green tea can slap me so hard.
Turn around and I finally got back to where I started.
I don’t remember how long it was on stage.
I barely came back until I had a warm dress on me.
The roommate had a bit of an anxious sound in my ear.
“Hey, can you hear me? I’m sorry.
I:
I’d love to tell him I’m not deaf. He’s gonna break my eardrum.
But it seemed like my throat was blocked by something, and I turned my side, looked at him, opened my mouth and didn’t say anything.
The roommate took me down the stage.
“I can’t send you a message, you’re not here if you need me, but your girlfriend tells me you’re here. I’m sorry.
You’re dead.
Your whole family is dead.
The roommate locked the zipper for me and drove his little car straight home.
He’s been talking all the time.
I didn’t say a word.
10
The roommate probably saw me in a bad mood, but somehow, he just moved the computer into my room.
Show me the latest learning results of the program.
I must say, it’s kind of like that.
The girl from the program, looking at it, is a combination of the three girls on the former boyfriend microborg.
Plus the way the green tea talks, and the standard is always on call, it’s okay to be alone and beautiful.
Don’t be a man. I’m a woman. Look at me.
Most importantly, roommates have also generated voice, trying to imitate it to the best.
As long as ex-boyfriends don’t ask for a facek, it’s almost impossible to see a crack.
The process of adding ex-boyfriend friends is not going too well.
Roommate P out of a routine-style face-to-face, application almost seconds through.
I watched, in front of me, a cold ex-boyfriend, a roommate, licking a dog, a little sister, screaming for love.
Look at me staring.
Those microblogging interactions with my best friend were just the tip of the iceberg.
The roommates have expressed a great deal of understanding of my response.
Then comfort me.
“You’re good too. He’s blind. I’m sorry.
I:
Thank you. I think you’re covering my blind eye, but I have no proof.
Eleven.
I’m probably too depressed to let my roommate finish reporting on the program and just force me out and buy me a hot pot.
I must have lost too much weight a while ago, and today’s excitement was too strong, he persuaded me to eat a tummy.
It was a calorie at the same time, and it turned out it wasn’t going to make it.
But when you eat, you come back.
I’m in bed. I can’t sleep.
It’s full of clothes that I broke, and a picture of the little legs that my roommate synthesized today.
And then the ghost made a mess of it, and I went straight up, flushed the toilet and started slitting my throat.
I’m a professional.
The summer after high school, I threw up on my throat and lost weight.
And then I threw up and I suddenly found out something was not right.
Push the flush, turn your head.
The roommate stood at the bathroom door and looked at me with his arm.
I don’t know how long it’s been.
I pulled a piece of paper and wiped my mouth off. I’m sorry.
If a roommate thinks something, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I shake my head, “No, I ate too much.” I’m sorry.
The tape also washed the table and bypassed him to get back to his room.
“The next time I’ll remember to close the door, I won’t bother you. I’m sorry.
And the next second, my arms were pulled by my roommate.
“How long? I’m sorry.
I: ?
How long what?
The roommate dragged me in front of him, looked at me, and asked.
“How long have you been throwing up? I’m sorry.
That’s a good question.
From high school to the university as a whole, that is, recently a little less.
After all, there’s less to eat.
So I answered him very sincerely.
“I don’t remember. I’m sorry.
I feel like my roommate’s a little pissed off, but there’s a little bit of a temper.
“What are you throwing up for? I’m sorry.
I tried to get rid of him.
“What do you care?”
However, my roommate’s other hand pinched my other arm.
“I asked you why you threw up and I asked you to eat so badly? I’m sorry.
I: ?
Brother, would you mind returning to normal?
What does this have to do with the number?
The roommate looks at me and looks at me.
I looked at him, for no reason.
“What’s it got to do with you? I just feel like I’m eating too much. I’m sorry.
The roommate quickly caught the point of my speech.
“You’re losing weight? I’m sorry.
I’m nodding.
How can we not lose weight?
It’s hard for roommates not to contradict me.
It turns out you can’t talk to a program dog.
The first night, I made a loud declaration of diet.
The following morning, she announced unilaterally that I would eat under his supervision three meals a day without vomiting.
I was laughing at him.
Why would he do that?
However, my roommate, despite my protest and his death, did not agree with his decision to terminate the data-sucking man scheme.
He’s laughing at me.
He wanted to verify the results, didn’t he?
But I’m surprised that the data is going to end up with an ex-boyfriend, and I’m going to have to take a step back, eat it or not, but I’m going to eat more and eat less.
The roommate thought for half a day, reluctantly agreed.
Then another one was added.
I had to eat at home, he made the menu, I bought it, and he worked with me at work.
I didn’t think I’d end up in a joint rent with a programmer, cooking together.
12
Compared to my little kitchen whites, roommates have a lot of cooking skills.
In cooking, roommates have fully exercised the rigour of being a programmer physio.
The recipe says a few minutes and he chokes, and the recipe says a few grams of salt and he weighs electronically.
One more second, one less gram.
He almost moved back to a chemical lab to make a meal.
The process is a twist, but it’s quite delicious.
When I eat, I’ve been trying to use my childhood as an embarrassment, and I’ve been too worried.
So I ate too much.
But he had a whole meal at Balabala, and I remember one thing.
In primary school, he was ridiculed because he was too fat, and there was a young girl from the next class who jumped from the eighth grade to give him a head start.
Keep him back like an old hen.
After that, just take him as a little brother and say he’s her.
It’s not because of anything else I can remember, it’s because he’s really too imaged.
“When the little girl jumped down, I felt the floor in front of me shaking. I’m sorry.
“She’s not skinny, but she’s cute. Especially when you’re standing in front of me, like a tower, the back looks very secure. I’m sorry.
I:
You describe a little girl with a tower and a sense of security…
Of course, the roommate gave me this example to comfort me.
The fat guy can be confident, he can take the kids, he can take it in school.
Personal charisma has nothing to do with being tall and skinny.
But I don’t think I’ve been comforted at all. Thank you.
It’s getting worse.
I barely got out of the fatty’s title until I graduated from high school.
I wasn’t skinny from primary school to high school.
Listen to my mother. I’ve been the head of the children’s yard since kindergarten.
It’s natural that at the primary school level, there’s a hundred times a year.
I don’t know if my classmates thought I was a man like a tower.
13
At the end of the meal, the roommate moved the computer directly to the living room, stuck on the way to the toilet and worked overtime.
If you’re gonna throw up, step on my head.
It took him till morning to turn off the computer and go back to his room.
I waited another half hour to make sure there was no sound next door before I opened the door and walked out.
I couldn’t even turn on the light, and I closed the toilet door.
It’s really hard to excite.
I threw up just after I finished. It’s better.
After half a night, it’s obvious that there’s not a lot more to throw up.
Must’ve been clean. Must’ve been no food digestion. I didn’t have enough fingers.
In the end, I’m just taking my toothbrush and throwing up.
But I didn’t throw up anything until the blood came out of my throat.
It’s sour in the mouth, and it hurts in the stomach.
I sit on the floor with my hands on the toilet, and I look around and I look at my hair.
From the beginning of the sour leg, to the subsequent mahjong, there was no feeling at all.
The bitterness seems to have spread from mouth to heart.
The roommate didn’t know when he was next to me.
I even handed me a towel.
“I thought I said no vomiting. Don’t tell me you’re going to brush your teeth by the toilet. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and heard what he was saying.
He presses my shoulder, cuts through his clothes, and I can even feel the temperature of his palm.
Dry, warm, strangely dependent.
The mood of being crushed to death over the last few days has been soared that, after he had said that, a small horn has been lifted.
“I’d love to. I want to vomit. Why do you care? I’m sorry.
It’s just a shared roommate. Why would he?
Roommate’s eyebrows are so tight.
“If I like, you’re gonna be sick. I’m sorry.
I slapped him on the back of his hand.
“What do you care about my health problems? I’m sorry.
The roommate didn’t stomp, but he pressed me harder.
“You’re not fat. I’m sorry.
I have to admit, the roommate’s phrase did stab the bee’s nest.
For that moment, my head was suffocated, banged, broke.
I almost screamed at my hysteria roommate.
“I’m not fat. Can I be dumped?”
“I’m not fat. Can I break my clothes? I’m sorry.
“I’m not fat. I’ve been completely isolated in high school for three years? I’m sorry.
“Why do you say I’m not fat? Can you help me get out? Or can you help me make a difference? I’m sorry.
The next second, I was carried back and fell into a warm embrace.
I heard the roommate’s voice coming through the chest of an avalanche.
“I can. I can do whatever you say. Don’t cry. I’m sorry.
14
After all, I feel that my most common and ordinary friendship with my roommate is probably over.
I’ve been locked in my room all day.
When you come out again, the house is quiet.
It’s just three cold soups on the table and a note from my roommate.
I’ve been told to eat for years, and he’s back to check the leftovers.
It was probably the day that he was beaten and beaten with his stripes, which is why I’m so confused.
And then I finished.
However, after a cold meal, the chronic intestinal inflammation occurred.
The roommate just worked late that day and came back and saw me crouching in the toilet holding the toilet and throwing up.
I tried to reach out before he got mad at me and grabbed his pants and legs and made myself clear.
“The gastroenteritis, not my vomiting. I’m sorry.
Roommate: …
I saw him throw the bag and just hugged me.
“Come on, go to the hospital. I’m sorry.
I was turned upside down, and finally I could only put my head on his chest.
Then tell him to slow down and I’ll spit in his face if he runs.
The roommate walked a little bit, and when we left, it was a lot more steady.
Of course, I think I can actually tell him that this situation is less difficult than it is.
But it’s probably too warm for me to say.
I thought I’d hang up for a few days.
As a result, the doctor wrote a few big words in the medical records.
Recommended hospitalization.
I have reason not to be hospitalized.
The roommate and the doctor, however, took my identity card and went to hospital.
In the middle of the night, there’s not much emergency care, so the doctor talks to me.
“Friends are nice. I’m sorry.
I have no face.
“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my gay honey. Don’t talk nonsense. I’m afraid his boyfriend is in trouble. I’m sorry.
Doctor: …
Roommate back from the hospital: …
The doctor looked at his roommate’s eyes and was very interesting.
The roommate took me to the ward with a green face, staring at the nurse’s sister, putting a wristband on me, poking into the needle, dripping.
“You don’t know, you have a lot of words. I’m sorry.
“gay honey”?
Boyfriend?
“Word he’s mistaken?”
I feel sorry for myself. I can’t squeak.
The roommate seems to be laughing.
“What do you take me for? I’m sorry.
I’ve been thinking, trying to open my mouth.
“Roommate”?
The roommate looked at me like a knife.
I changed my mind.
“Intimate enough to sleep on the same bed and eat the same pot.” I’m sorry.
Roommate: …
I was very careful with my roommate’s face, black and blue, red and, finally, faceless.
“I agree to have the same cooking. I’m sorry.
“But sleep in the same bed, please give me a detailed explanation. I’m sorry.
So I gave him a keyword.
“A memory card?” I’m sorry.
It’s better than shame.
I gave up too.
The roommate’s temper looks like it’s short.
And finally, I got a little bit of a blanket.
“I’ll show you some drops, you sleep. I’m sorry.
I close my eyes and sleep with satisfaction.
15
When I woke up, my roommate was at work.
On the small table next to the hospital bed, all lined up, with my laptop, my phone charger, and a rice breakfast.
Roommate: “The computer and charger are here for you. The black bag is a tampons, the white bag is a towel. I’m sorry.
Roommate: Come and have dinner with you during lunch break. I’m sorry.
Careful is very careful.
But what the hell is an aunt’s towel in front of a towel?
I’d like to go to the counter.
But as soon as I moved, I found that under the thighs and under the hips, the underpants were so close to the ass, it seemed like something was missing.
If I’m not mistaken, it’s my aunt’s underwear.
I was holding out my hand to open the black bag.
Damn it, it’s a long night!
Are you so smart about this?
But I didn’t come back from the co-leased man who knew about the physiology.
Several of them are just like they were supposed to, and each of them is in Att.
And at the same time, my friend’s ring of tips began to jump up the numbers.
But I’m not addicted to friends, and I’m not used to giving them voicemails.
There’s a bad feeling going on.
I took a deep breath, shivering and lit up the numbers that were still rising.
It’s a very simple picture.
I didn’t even show my face, only two hands.
A hand with a very visible male character is covered in a hand connected to a pipe.
with text:
I had a stomach attack in the middle of the night, but you came to the hospital with me because I was too cold for the infusion and warmed my hands.
I have an old blood.
You got any more faces?
Fuck you!
16
There is a very clear difference between several groups of paintings.
The college roommates lined up to congratulate me on getting out of my ex-boyfriend’s misery and getting married.
The former boyfriend’s roommates were very shocked by the way I responded to the break-up, and both of them were asking me if I was real.
And the girlfriends sent a bunch of firecrackers to celebrate my transformation and start a new journey.
I play dead with determination. I don’t care.
The news was drawn to the end, and two unread items were particularly prominent.
Ex-boyfriend: I was told that you were your new boyfriend the other day.
Ex-boyfriend: Congratulations. Find your place.
Oh, yeah, he said a little bit about the new green tea I never had.
When did she get so close to her?
I watched my ex-boyfriend get out of the blacklist.
Half a day later, I returned to him with great reason.
Thank you.
It’s probably a man’s illness, and once you’ve changed from boyfriend to ex, you always get a quick answer.
After I’m done sending thanks, the ex-boyfriend’s message is almost a second back.
He threw me a screenshot.
It’s him and a stranger.
Ex-boyfriend: At first I thought it was your nickname.
Ex-boyfriend: Now I know it’s me.
Ex-boyfriend: I’m relieved to see you’re okay.
And I thought, “Oh, that’s not me. I’m sorry.
Chat interface shows each other entering.
But I waited for half a day and my ex-boyfriend never sent a message.
I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored.
I’m so surprised.
The familiar head, the familiar nickname, the familiar chat.
Isn’t that the type of girlfriend that the system customizes for an ex-boyfriend?
The image of my ex-boyfriend.
In that moment, there were only two words in my head.
Blood deficit.
I’ve been fooled by my roommate’s incompetent list of proprietary terms.
I’m back on a screenshot, and I’m sending my conversation with my ex-boyfriend to my roommate.
“I told you that you’re not doing well, but you’re recognized. I’m sorry.
17
But I wasn’t too concerned about the ex-boyfriend licking the system these days.
There’s nothing new to look at now.
After a while, I can’t stop this project with my roommate.
It’s not expensive, but it’s a waste of time.
The roommate’s probably busy.
I did some microblogging, responded to a few readers’ comments, and turned on the computer and started to update.
At noon, the roommate was carrying a hot tub and the wind came.
“Did you eat your breakfast?”
I took a look at half the porridge left on the table, and I lost my head.
The roommate didn’t open me up.
“The intestinal inflammation can’t eat too much spicy, don’t eat too much at a time, you can eat in a few minutes. I’m sorry.
I said I knew. I wanted to pick up chopsticks.
However, the roommate was one step faster than I was, one step closer, and a piece of vegetables was brought directly to my mouth.
Me and his hand were frozen at the same time.
The roommate’s ears are slightly red.
“You’re still hanging water, so don’t move. I’m sorry.
Suddenly, a man with a bad mouth becomes so good and I’m not used to it.
However, his next sentence made it difficult for me to get a little bit of a good feeling about what he had developed, and it just disappeared.
Because he said:
“You move so easily, you’ll have to wash up on the sheets. I’m sorry.
“Tomorrow I’ve ruined a T-shirt, so stop messing with hospital sheets. I’m sorry.
I want to get a needle and sew his mouth up.
I think I’m a bit of a stinker, and my roommate’s starting to dig and talk.
Told him he’d sent my phone to his friends, and I totally forgot about his stupid program.
18
The roommate said he’d pick me up this afternoon, but I didn’t really want him to come.
After all, I’m embarrassed that the programme dogs are busy and keep him on leave.
I thought I’d hang up the water in the morning and get the discharge procedures together and get a cab home.
Then I saw the roommate who was standing in front of the hospital with his head on his cell phone.
For humanitarian reasons, I went up on my head and said hi.
“I told you to leave this afternoon.”
The roommate looked at me with the expression “I knew it would happen.”
“I figured you’d hang up in the morning, think you might be bored and have to run early. I’m sorry.
Take everything I have.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
I followed him in silence, and there was always a feeling that something was wrong.
But what kind of moth does a roommate want? I’m so fucked.
I couldn’t talk on the way.
The roommate coughed and started talking.
“I’ve been a little busy lately, but I didn’t pay much attention, so I hung up the program and talked to him. It’s probably still a matter of material collection, and I’ll reset it later. I’m sorry.
I didn’t react until a moment ago, but he said that I had a cut-off to say that the trumpet was recognized by the ex-boyfriend.
It’s no big deal.
He’s got a lot of work going on with his ex-boyfriend and his green tea, and he’s got three trumpets talking to three girls.
I can’t smell any more.
My roommate looks at me and doesn’t talk.
“So, now you don’t want the program to talk to him? I’m sorry.
I looked back and noded.
“Whatever, let the program talk to him. If you don’t have time, the data won’t work. I’m sorry.
It’s three and a half years and it’s time to let go.
For the way he talks to me, “I think you’re cute.” I’ve filled up most of my college days for a piece of shit.
The roommate was relieved.
“Well, I’ll see what I can do. I’m sorry.
19
The roommate sent me home at the front foot, and the phone came after me and he returned to the company to burn his life.
I was told to eat on time and he might not be able to get off work.
I almost didn’t just knock on the drum and send him away.
There’s nothing wrong with my roommate anywhere else, except too much.
Oh, there are times when you can’t think.
But not long ago, my roommate.
Roommate: I left a file in my room in a hurry. I’m sorry.
Roommate: The door is unlocked, there is a cow paper bag on the third shelf. I’m sorry.
I tried to screw the doorknob. It was unlocked.
It’s just that I didn’t think it was just a delivery.
And he saw me first.
This is bad luck.
He can’t be blocked when he’s out of his mind. He can’t be seen on the road.
Of course, it’s just my idea, falling into the eyes of my ex-boyfriend, that I don’t want to face it.
Because I was seen by people who were mistaken, then by them, and in the end, I was a little upset.
“I thought you had a new boyfriend. Why are you here again? I’m sorry.
“The last time you had to drag me to the recital, and you sent someone to pick you up, you thought it would stimulate me? I’m sorry.
“And that…
“I told you, I tried not to fit in so we could get together. I’m sorry.
“It’s not time to go to school. You’re crazy and you have to consider the consequences. I’m sorry.
I:
I’m not, I’m not, I’m innocent.
I don’t know how she changed her job, but she’s in the same building as her roommate.
The ex-boyfriend looked at me and said so.
“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll still take you.
One hand suddenly hit me on the shoulder.
The roommate grabbed me, pulled the papers out of my arms and stopped my ex-boyfriend.
“That’s good. I’m sorry.
“I’m worried about people who can’t look at them when they’re around, they don’t matter, but once I see an ex-girlfriend in a new relationship, I remember the benefits of being jealous. I’m sorry.
“Good thing you’re not like that. I’m sorry.
I was held in my arms by my roommate and I was stiff.
And yet, I’m a little laughter.
The roommate threw his chin on my shoulder, and it looked like I was close to him.
“What are we eating tonight? I’m sorry.
He passed his face a little bit, and if his nose didn’t rub my earlids, he brought out a little itch.
Look at me with a silk smile in my eyes, and it’s a little old-fashioned.
“You just got out of the hospital. You can’t eat too greasy. You can make rice today and cut a fruit salad.” I’m sorry.
In that moment, my head was blank.
It’s an instinctal nod.
The roommate rubbed my head gently and laughed at me.
“Good boy, I’ll buy you dinner when I’m done. I’m sorry.
The ex-boyfriend was probably stuffed to the full by a roommate. I haven’t answered yet. He’s gone.
The roommate left me unsettled and turned away.
“I thought your ex-boyfriend was good, that’s all. I’m sorry.
“Go back and wash my clothes as a piece of money. I’m sorry.
I:
I don’t want to admit it, but it’s better to throw it than it is, and the ex-boyfriends look good on their own, but standing with their roommates, I feel like I’ve seen the buyer and seller show…
A great difference — if he doesn’t say the last word.
The roommate rubbed my head again.
“All right, I put rice on before I left, you press the porridge button, you want some fruit, I bring it back from work. I’m sorry.
I: ?
Boss, aren’t you making a scene?
Are you really going to eat fruit salad?
20
I’ve been trying to figure out what my roommate was thinking.
I wanted to ask you directly, but when I pulled out the phone and sent it, the message became:
I: What did you say to my ex-boyfriend? How could he have guessed it was our nickname?
The roommate left me with a screenshot.
He complimented me with a small number on my friend’s circle at the hospital, which was transmitted with words:
Eat dog food enough.
I don’t know.
His brain’s back, and I’m on it.
But I think something’s wrong.
But what exactly, I can’t say.
Think about it, I decided to tell him not to take off.
I’m: But I don’t have anything to do with him anymore.
I’m: And you don’t have to talk like that.
The roommate is particularly innocent.
Roommate: I can only assure you that I will never speak to you again.
I have a headache.
There is serious doubt that the roommate was taken away from the hospital.
I can’t tell you how exciting it is.
In a spirit of responsibility for the safety of his roommate, I finally sent him a message.
I said, “Why don’t you remember locking the door when you went out?”
Roommate news is coming back soon.
Roommate: Of course it’s locked for others, but for you, my door will never be locked.
I:
It’s killing me.
It has been shown that straight-on-steel men, if they have to follow the human path, tend to turn into a negative educational material like this fellow.
I looked at the earthly words that he had sent, and I could only wish I had made a double orbit for the subway.
The reason he wasn’t divided into hooligans was probably because of his face.
I don’t know what the doctor said to him, but after he got out of the hospital, I was tied to a table.
In strict compliance with the principle of having a good breakfast and having a good meal and a good meal, a whole bunch of messy snacks were bought in the living room, and a message was sent at 10 a.m. to remind me to eat snacks and at 4 p.m. to eat fruit.
I seriously doubt that the message was actually sent by the system, but I have no evidence.
Because I can’t ask.
Ask him the expression “You’re going to die if you don’t eat well” and look me in tears.
Or I’ll wash my brain over and over again.
The fat guy can have spring.
Well, I’m not going to admit that I’m under the obscenity of his face for a while because of my beauty.
21
Since that brief encounter with his roommate, the ex-boyfriend has become a very qualified ex-boyfriend who has disappeared into the trajectories of my friends.
If it wasn’t for the roommates’ eyeballs asking me if I wanted to watch the fun, I almost forgot him.
It was a very, very ordinary weekend, and I was on the side of the table alone with my roommate, and he knocked on his code, and I wrote my update, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
All of a sudden, the roommate’s computer made a dinging tone.
And then this guy, who didn’t know what he was up to, came to me by the table and just snapped on my notebook.
“Go, go, go, go. I’m sorry.
I: ?
Brother, can you stop thinking it’s a movie?
I’ll be killed with a 40-metre knife.
However, the roommate did not give me the opportunity to refuse to take me out of the chair and push me into the room.
“Go, go, go, go. I’m sorry.
I:
If I hadn’t known his family was not in town, I’d have wondered if he had taken me to his parents.
Left is just two acquaintances going out, not to mention the fact that I’ve seen all the roommates from the top to the bottom, and I haven’t thought about myself.
With a pair of hot pants, you can get out of here with a thong.
From the moment I left the door, the roommate had his eyes brushed and then he went crazy to export rainbow farts.
Of course, at this point I don’t know anything about the purpose of his exaggerating my dress.
I didn’t understand what he meant until he took me to the milk and tea store next to the mall’s penthouse and snuck around in a window seat.
Because across the window, just fine, standing up like a dog, looking like someone else, ex-boyfriend.
The roommate covered his face with a milk cup, squeezing my eyes.
“Did you change your desktop?”
I: ?
I said!
I think I probably know what my roommate wants me to see.
We said, “How do you know they meet today?” I’m sorry.
“Do you believe that the program ran away?” I’m sorry.
Letter!
Can you believe that?
From now on, I’ll take the stand!
It’s up to you, brother!
Roommate: It’s true that the program came out, and I matched the social tracks of your ex-boyfriend, the accounts that interacted with his small number, with a slightly wider search range, with a high accuracy. I’m sorry.
To be honest, I know every word my roommate says.
But what does that mean? I really don’t understand.
The roommate changed his story.
“So, according to the program data, your ex-boyfriend is going online today to be in love with the girl that you set up as the computer background panel. I’m sorry.
“The place of the date, the final procedure gave me three options, and I picked the closest bet from here. I’m sorry.
“Good luck. I’m sorry.
I:
I don’t know if it’s my fault, but I always thought, “Beautiful” would make him worse.
The roommate knocks on the table, reminds me of my soul.
“Here it comes. Watch it. I’m sorry.
I’m in a spirit.
Seriously, I’m curious what the girl looks like.
Don’t talk about your ex. I look like I’m licking the screen.
The roommate gave me a few keywords.
“Black straight, red dress. I’m sorry.
I put my face on the glass and looked around the world.
The only one who fits the roommate key is a fat girl who’s standing under a movie theater sign.
Of course, it’s not appropriate to say she’s fat, depending on who.
Compared to the average person, she could be a chubby.
But compared to the photos she released herself, the gap ended.
I rubbed my eye and I rubbed it again to make sure I wasn’t wrong.
The roommate is calm.
“I told you that the picture was synthetic, and you didn’t believe it, you had to lose weight on it, so I’d show you what I can do. I’m sorry.
I:
Roommate continues to stab.
“You believe in every picture, and I’ll tell you it’s no big deal. I’m sorry.
“The picture P had to be deformed, and it looked like a grinding out of his head. You’re going to lose weight with her picture and sooner or later you’re going to starve to death… and you’re not going to get that. I’m sorry.
I:
Roommate: What’s wrong with your ex-boyfriend? If you want a leg, you have to look at a picture and lick a dog. I wouldn’t change a hundred of those girls for me. I’m sorry.
I:
Although you’re exaggerating me.
But I always thought you included me.
Yet another angle is very strange and comforted.
However, the next second my roommate breaks my sense of comfort.
“I’d like to say, I’m still more like an iron tower girl, safe. I’m sorry.
I:
You can’t get through this.
If I were that girl, I’d regret saving you.
The ex-boyfriend looked around the world and ended up looking at the girl under the cinema sign.
He then looked at them, and he was very calm and turned away.
He kept his coat on his hand and put it on.
Then he was very calm, turned his head and left.
Go straight ahead.
I:
Roommate: …
Well, there’s no one else in this operation.
Roommate clears his voice.
“Do you still watch the movie?”
I:
Brother, is the focus of the movie now?
She’s still in front of the cinema. She doesn’t know me, but from next to her, I feel guilty.
22
The roommate faked it with me walking around the cinema.
When she passed, she focused on my clothes.
It means the combination of hot pants and the coats is like a king to me.
Looks like the white legs are long and dynamic, and the light looks good.
I think the roommate was intentional.
Because when the roommate said that, the girl looked at me.
Look at my embarrassing cancer.
Either the program dog’s brain circuit is abnormal.
Because he’s been talking to me about the dangers of losing weight.
I’ve been doing well since now, and I’ve been talking about a whole range of problems that can cause endocrine system disorders.
I’d like to end up with an Excel form that says he’s been working late on the data.
There is only one central idea.
Don’t lose weight.
I:
The last one took the example of an ex-boyfriend to make me feel the same way.
I scrutinized my guts and made my first comment.
“His vision is very high. I’m sorry.
I had to see the last piece of paper.
The roommate had his chin in his hand.
What else?
I’m out of my mind.
“And there’s a high risk that someone who cheats on a photo will be dumped? I’m sorry.
Roommate nod.
“Well, go on. I’m sorry.
I:
Boss, this isn’t a final exam. Are you going to have me write 800 words before I turn in?
And so I shook my head with the iron.
“No more. I’m sorry.
Roommate: Really? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
“It’s really gone. I’m sorry.
Roommate clears his voice.
“You’re gone. It’s my turn. I’m sorry.
I’m all ears, and I pour him a glass of water with my ass, and I’m flattered to push over, and I’m asking the boss to do his voice.
Roommate: First of all, I don’t have much to offer. I’m sorry.
“It’s enough for someone like you to have a waist and legs, and then you’ll be either fat or skinny, and as long as you’re healthy, I’ll be OK. I’m sorry.
I: ?
Roommate: Second, you never sent me a picture, and I’ve been looking at you all along, so there’s no such thing as light. I’m sorry.
I: ?
I’m about to have a guess.
But I dare not ask.
I was afraid I’d ask, and I’d be told that he was just joking, that I was making a mistake.
My roommate looked at me, and I couldn’t respond to the light.
“I mean, you’ve seen it, you’ve touched it, you’ve eaten it, you’ve slept. I’m sorry.
I said!
That’s all you’ve done to save the rent?
So I categorically rejected the roommate.
“The key is not for you. The whole lease is more than a sublease, but the landlord will have to raise the price somewhere else. I’m sorry.
The roommates were suffocating.
“Do you have to make me so clear? I’m sorry.
I have no face.
Some things are better to be clear.
I’m confused.
It’s not a bad thing to try.
It’s not like you’re in a restaurant trying to get customers.
And I’m really curious.
Why me?
A hangover can make an old man die of you, only in a novel from another man.
I never wrote that myself.
Besides, the image of me being drunk is a real thing. You made me believe that he loved me at first sight because I was drunk.
In the spirit of curiosity, which has no questions to ask and no questions to create, I have expressed my doubts to my roommate as they are.
The roommate looked at me, reached out and rubbed my hair.
“You really think I can only make love? I’m sorry.
“The first time I searched your file online, I found you in my primary school. I’m sorry.
“When I was in the fifth grade, my parents moved, they didn’t stay in town, they moved. I’m sorry.
“My parents didn’t tell me to change school in advance. I didn’t know until I moved. I wanted to go to your house to tell you, but that day you went out with your family. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know what happened to you in high school, but now that we can meet again, I think I have enough of you. I’m sorry.
I: ?
So, the one you talk about, the one who gives you security, is me?
Is that what I look like in your heart?
Honestly, I didn’t mean to forget him.
He was a little boy. He didn’t remember everything.
Besides, my primary school is part of the school, and there’s a lot of kids down there, and he doesn’t walk around in front of me, and I guess I’ll forget it after I’ve had my urine.
As for remembering the name…
It’s a gift.
I can’t do it anyway.
The roommate started playing me a memory card.
“I know you didn’t recognize me, and I was introverted, and I would have been bullied if you hadn’t done it for me. I’m sorry.
“Whether you remember it or not, I remember it anyway. I’m sorry.
“That day I came to your university and saw you standing on the stage, and I thought, “How can a girl like you suffer this? I’m sorry.
“Your ex-boyfriend is nothing. He’s not for you. You’re for the smart guy who knows you. I’m sorry.
The roommate pointed himself.
“Like me.”
“and I ran the program and you matched me, and I found it up to 99.8 percent. I’m sorry.
“Now that the system agrees, should we try it? I’m sorry.
I have no face.
“Well, let’s just say, first you explain to me what the Teta girl means. I’m sorry.
The roommate laughs.
“That’s what I’m saying, no matter what you look like, you’re the best in me. I’m sorry.
“When I was a kid, I met you again, and you were the best. I’m sorry.
He bowed his head and his eyes were like an entire galaxy.
“What’s up?”
The next second I fell back in that arms again.
Like that night, warm and dry.
I can even hear the heartbeat coming from inside.
One sound, pounce, pounce.
It sounds so reassuring.
The summer I was dumped by my ex, I met my new lover and cured my obsession with my body.
If he could replace the tower with a word, I think it might be better.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
