How sweet is a two-way dark love? – Meng Kau.

How sweet is a two-way dark love? – What?

The high school gods have returned to work in the city.

The day before he came, I apologized: “I promised to take you around, but I have to go now.” I’m sorry.

“You’re leaving Stown?” I’m actually here because…

And I hastened to explain: “No, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

The man returns to his usual unsuspecting image: “The old classmate, the rest of your life is yours. I’m sorry.

Emm, do you want to blackmail me?

This year, a long-silent group of high school students suddenly rose up.

“Did you hear? The genre is returning to work. I’m sorry.

“Is that the genre that went to Z Junior Class at the age of 15 and got a doctorate from overseas at the age of 23?” I’m sorry.

I watched the news in the crowd, and my heart jumped out of control.

You’re going home.

I’ve only been in class for a year.

Shortly after the start of his second year of high school, he recruited the Z Junior Class, which only took a few people all over the country.

It’s coming out of God.

I opened it, and the whole person stopped.

It’s a chronology.

“Hello, Gangnam. Heard you worked in S.C.?”

There’s a blank dialogue box in which only this message lies alone.

The university meeting,

How am I supposed to add a year to my life?

I’m in bed right now, and I’m in the middle of it.

The second message of the Year was sent when I took care of the injured nose and picked up the phone.

“I’m going to work in S.C., too. I’m sorry.

There are no redundant dot marks, no face bag, and it’s really an impressional chronology.

But is it really genre?

But in high school, I’m the only one in S-City. It’s only fair to say that you’re a landlord.

“Hey, learn to be good!” It’s been a long time! When are you coming? I’ll catch you.”

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When I’m done, I’m gonna drop my phone. It’s gonna take me a long time to get back. I was just going to watch TV with my mom.

The second back.

Year: “When you get to work, where’s your company? I’m sorry.

I’m happy to send the company’s address, and I’ve set the time for the year, and when I react, it seems like there’s a feeling of being framed.

I’ll leave after I’m done.

When I went to school, I learned that I was just a different species, and now I think I’ve evolved into a different galaxy.

The social animal survival law after many years of social crawling tells me that it’s not a world person or that it’s good not to deal with it.

How hard is it to be a social animal?

At the beginning of the year, on the last day of the holiday, I returned to Stown, and I was informed that the leader had asked me to go on a business trip tomorrow.

I’m ashamed to give my hair to the Year.

Two minutes later, the news came that the line seemed a little desperate, and it didn’t even work with the standard label: “Are you leaving S.?

“No, it’s a business trip. But it might take two weeks to get back. You should be busy at work, or we’ll cancel our dinner. I’m sorry to keep you late. I’m sorry.

Or seconds back.

“It’s okay, when you come back. I’m sorry.

Two weeks later, I finally saw the Year.

Because it was Saturday when the trip came back, I and he set it on Sunday.

Early in the morning, I woke up in the ring.

I’m a little impatient, with my eyes around my eyes, my cell phone, and my voice: “Who is this?” I’m sorry.

When I was in college, my roommate loved to tease me when I woke up, because no matter how much I woke up, my voice was like a cat.

No matter how many times they’ve given up, they’re always afraid to die and come to me when they wake up.

Now, for example, I’m asking with the most impatient voice I can think of, and in the microphone there’s a low smile from the other side.

“Wake up?”

A young man with a little bit of cool air.

Accidental joy.

It also seems to have brought a little undetectable drowning.

No need to react. I immediately recognized it intuitively. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. Am I early? You want a coffee shop? I’m sorry.

“You’re already downstairs? “I jumped out of bed quickly and pulled two of my cockpits to the mirror, and the black eye of the night on a business trip. I put up two hymns quickly, and I rushed back to the chronology: “There’s a café across the street. You sit down and I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.

I went to the coffee shop at the fastest time of my life to get dressed and make up.

But when I got to the door, I stopped.

Before the age of 18, I thought that if human IQ had boundaries, then the upper limit must be a chronology.

It’s all human, but it’s as if he belongs to a different subject.

Before entering the city’s main high school, the name of the year has spread to all of our new entrants.

Two consecutive steps in junior secondary school, free of test, into the focus of the city. It is said that the students of the entire class were using his notes to prepare for the examination, and that students had reduced the intake rate to 80 per cent for the main high school in their class.

But he’s never been in class.

I have two rows apart from the seat of the Year, and most of all, the one by the window, he’s always flipping a book that’s not part of this class.

Naturally the teacher was afraid to order him.

A second solution is sometimes needed, and he will be asked for assistance.

Even with their hands on the university’s teaching materials, the chronology can be changed for a second to the subject of our hard-working high school students, walking up to the podium and writing a few times simpler ideas than a standard answer with those pretty hands.

And in the eyes of the fellow students, full of piety, they walked from the podium in the course of the year, looking at my seat.

I naturally don’t feel confident that he’s looking at me.

It’s probably because I’m at that table, the second-grader of art and culture.

The day the Year departed was at the end of the spring, when the wind came into the classroom, and he packed his things in the windows, and before he left, suddenly I looked out of sight, and the eyes of the luminous fell straight into my eyes.

I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence.

I looked down and looked up, and he walked out of the classroom in his classmate’s welcome, through the hallway and disappeared.

Since then, it has been more than a decade.

But by the window of that old school building, the young man who couldn’t afford to turn over a book became the deepest memory in my mind throughout my student years.

And for more than a decade, the young eye-eyes were dreamt.

I remember right now…

Twelve years.

I haven’t seen you in 12 years.

He’s supposed to be taller, remember, when he was a year old, he was almost eight feet old.

And would he have black eyes like me working all night?

The academic community is also said to be under considerable pressure.

He must have gotten better.

At that time, even in a uniform for the entire school, he was one of those people who could see at first sight when he was in a class.

And, and…

Twenty-seven years old, I guess.

Or… or…

Are you married?

I had a lot of ideas in my head, I took a deep breath and pushed the coffee shop door.

There was no one at the Café this morning.

The shopkeepers work quietly behind the counter and the only customer sits by the window.

The person wears a simple gray day-to-day suit with a straight pen on his back.

Long legs folded, a thin workbook was placed on his knee, a silver-side half-glasses were placed on his nostrils, and his hands moved gracefully on his keyboard.

And on hand, there’s a book, “The Introduction to Quantum Mechanics.”

I don’t understand the world.

Step, step, step, step.

I reached the seat of the Year.

The waiter brought the drink at this time, and I greeted her and picked up the tray from her to the chronology.

“Sir, you want coffee. I put one in front of him.

“Thank you. “I took coffee in the chronology, I accidentally touched my fingertips, and I shrunk my fingers as quickly as I was burned.

So the menopause looked in my eyes, and looked straight into my eyes.

I think the eyes seem a little hot.

It seemed like a long time ago, but in fact, it wasn’t just an instant.

The next second, I saw a faint smile on his lips and a low, cold voice on his ear:

“Long time no see. Jiangnan. I’m sorry.

I thought after the “take-over” that day, I and I returned to the normal state of the big city of Ziqi.

First-line city social rituals for workers: cross-districts like provinces, never meet, say hello in a year and a half, when there’s no one to help you out.

But since that day, I’ve been in contact with my classmates who have been missing for many years, and I’ve been in contact, unexpectedly, and even running towards “close friends.”

When I finished my dinner on Sunday, I said politely and in the genie, and I thought that there should be no connection to the genie.

But I just came home, in the middle of the year.

He told me that he had just returned, that everything in the country was not well known, that it had been a long time since he had gone to the supermarket, that an aunt in the back line couldn’t see him, and that he looked at him with suspicion.

I think it is true that he left the country in his teens, and that he was living in the laboratories of a foreign institute in a day and a day of mobile Internet.

Even when terror is high in intelligence, it always adapts.

I wonder why it’s kind of sour and surprising to think that a mature and elegant Dr. Qi was paid for by his aunt at the supermarket.

The words of the menstruation reveal that you are helpless, that you are in such a state, and that you are in such a state, without my mind saying a word to me, “If you don’t come out next time, I’ll take you around and help you adapt.” I’m sorry.

In his voice message, he said, “That’s a real problem, Jiangnan.” I’m sorry.

On the second week of the weekend, I came to the door of the S-York school where the chronology was.

across the street, that’s my alma mater.

A road of more than 10 metres wide divides the world between clouds and mud.

Ugh, I’m making a sour sighs.

“What is it? “The years were behind me and touched my head.

I was a little surprised by the actions of the genre and took a few steps back.

I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve been taught to “drive over top.”

Watching my reaction, he took back the hand that touched my head and hid it behind me.

Walking side by side in the school garden, I feel like the mood of the Year is a little down.

He seems to have just finished his exercise, wearing a white sports uniform, with a tennis bag on his back, a black sports belt on his head and no silver-side eyes on his nose.

Ignoring his self-absorption, he lived like a young student who had just arrived at the university campus and would be molested by his sister.

I’d like to keep him up and make fun of him, “If Mr. Kee went to the basketball court now, he’d get a scream.” I’m sorry.

And We seized the lips of the Year with an unsustainable smile.

I hit a snake with a stick, “Really, if I were 18 years old, I’d scream the most. I’m sorry.

“Well, it’s not like it’s now, but it’s not like it’s going to sound like it’s happening.” I’m sorry.

I can’t talk, I don’t know what it means to be a god. But it’s hard not to let it go.

I went on to say, “It’s time to shout.” But maybe you can’t beat those sisters. I’m sorry.

After I’ve seen the look of the gods, it’s still an insinuable calm.

Well, shut up.

I followed in silence and behind the Year. A few seconds later, the voices of the chronology were coming forward:

“To compare. I’m sorry.

Huh?

Lunch took me to a very well-rated restaurant outside of S University.

I came back from the bathroom, and I saw that the cinnamon had been ordered, the cinnamon rice, the cinnamon fish, the crab powder tofu, the sugar and vinegar chops, most of which I loved.

I’m surprised to ask, “Well, by chance, our tastes are very similar. I’m sorry.

“Well, eat. I’m sorry.

At the table, there’s silence again. I’m eating with a chopstick and I’m thinking about how to find something.

My job? Forget it. I don’t think the publishers are interested in all that stuff.

His research? No. I’m almost done with high school physics.

Well, that…

I’m swallowing a piece of curvature, and I’m saying, “Did you come here and not be able to take students alone?” I’m sorry.

One chopstick for the year, “Yes, for the time being, the undergraduate course. I’m sorry.

Yes, the college is also a senior student, and all the crumblings of the school must fall under the rules.

I said, with understanding, “I understand that it must start with an assistant. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.

Put down chopsticks for the year.

I’m still saying, “You’re so good, you’ll be seen soon…”

“I have a title. I’m sorry.

“Ah?” I don’t look up.

“Associate Professor. There’s an independent lab. Undergraduate students are just temporary. I’m sorry.

I’m:

Did I just do some terrible “shambles” to the boss?

The waiter sends the kettle at this hour, and I’ll connect it, and I’ll be busy refilling the half-empty glass.

It’s funny when I’m so eager to have some “doglegs”, “It’s okay, I’m not angry, you’re not at school, it’s normal not to know.” I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. “I stopped him from picking up the hands of the kettle, and moved him and myself to water, and put the waitresses on the side of it, and moved them to the chronology.

“Did you always take care of the people around you?” I’m sorry.

I picked the meat from the fish, and I said, “How is it?” Maybe my parents are the boss, they’re the brothers and sisters around me at the party. I’m sorry.

Turn the fish over, remove the tummy of the fish from the other side, and give it to me, “Don’t get caught, eat it yourself. I’m sorry.

And I laughed at him, and I started to think of something, and I said, “Well, not everyone says that about me.” I was told I was cold. I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

And We explained: “I may be one of those who left a place and cut off from it. It wasn’t meant to be, but it was like this. Even if I had a good time with you, in a different environment, I naturally lost touch with a lot of people.

“It’s probably because of this. I’ve been told that I’m cold, but I’m kidding. “I have no choice but to shrug my shoulders. “I don’t get it either. I guess I’m really like they say I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to keep my heart shut. I’m sorry.

“Everyone’s social habits are different. “They’re just trying to get their emotions out of their mouths.”

“You don’t have to change yourself or be responsible for their emotions. People who should stay, always stay. I’m sorry.

I was comforted in the words of menstruation, which were understood in common.

I replied with a joke: “I can’t believe how to learn how to comfort people.” Learn. I’m sorry.

I smiled, and I laughed, and I said, “But that’s why you haven’t talked to your classmates for years. I’m sorry.

Ahh…

Does this old classmate mean the genie himself?

But he hasn’t contacted me in years.

After-dinner genres continue to take me down the road on campus.

On the balconies of the trees, the sun is stained from between the trees.

I have a delusion in this photo of a school couple who have been around for years.

Shake your head off and throw it away.

I heard a man in the middle of the year asking, “Have you heard a saying from S. High School Circle in S.? I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

Quietly speaking, “F is big, lives in S, eats in T, loves in A.” I’m sorry.

I smiled, “How old is that?” And on this side of the suburbs, I can’t. I’m sorry.

I am laughing at the years, and the eyes of Qing Jun are even warm in the soft sun.

And as I moved in my heart, I asked him, “Do you know why it’s called, “A” in love? I’m sorry.

Queens pick up their eyes and wait for my popular look.

So I told him the legend of the Lover River in the old school district.

It was reported that the first year of the Republic, the opening of the port of S-City, the Winds and Clouds, the area of the A-Cademies, was a garden, which later came to a group of white Russians exiled to China. The nobles had a beautiful daughter, and the girl had fallen in love with a Chinese student. However, he was severely obstructed by his father.

So a spring night, the girl jumped into the river in the garden.

After listening to this story, the expression of the chronology is a bit moving, “the sad but romantic story.” I’m sorry.

I nod my head, “So probably because of this romantic legend, it’s coming out of A. But the view of the Lovers River is good.

“Are you there? I’m sorry.

Huh?

It took me a while to understand that the Year was asking me if I had been in love.

There was a tremor inside.

Is this a test?

Just a simple question?

I made up my mind to talk to my friends about my stupid past.

“Well, yes, but school is in love. It’s too childish. They’re like two kids living at home. Then there was a big fight, and he and I didn’t want to turn our heads first, and we didn’t look for each other.

I stopped, and there was a long-term memory.

When I stopped for a few years, as if I was in a hurry to follow up, I asked, “What happened to you?” I’m sorry.

“Of course it’s a breakup. * I laugh, but I laugh without looking at it * Keep your eyes down so I don’t see the emotions in my eyes.

“The fight ended with me looking for him. But I don’t know if it’s been a long time since the Cold War, but I waited under his dorm for almost an hour, and I didn’t wait for anyone…

“Then it broke up. I’m sorry.

Remember it was still winter, and the winter in S-City rarely snowed, but it rained.

I was just checking out the grades of the study, and I rushed to the boyfriend’s dormitory, and I wanted to ask him how he was doing, and we agreed that two people would stay in S. City, and that after graduate studies, we would get married and have a family together, and maybe once they’re both stable, we could have a child and have the calm and quiet days that both I and he wanted.

And, and… I would like to tell him that I understand that, in the face of the determination of two people to love each other, contradictions can be resolved.

I can apologize, I can bow.

Because there is nothing more important than understanding one another to support one another.

Because I want to walk with you.

But…

That night, I waited until their dormitories were closed. No one was seen and no response was received.

It’s the coldest rain in the city winter, and I think it’s really boring.

The sound of the chronology around me pulled me out of my memory six years ago.

It’s a bit vague, as if a man was talking to himself, as if he were saying, “…my words will not.”

What don’t they do?

The news that I worked in S.C. was spreading among my high school classmates.

Not even the classmates who knew some of the girlfriends of the year came to ask me if there was something going on with Qin.

We said, “What’s going on? Don’t say anything. I’m sorry.

And the best friend came back with no mercy: “Why do you say that you did not have anything in your heart?” Who was the one who was drinking and crying while he was out? If you remember correctly, that page was signed by the genie, right? I’m sorry.

I was silenced by her.

Yes, yes, I admit that I have had some blurry feelings about the ages of my distant youth.

But, 12 years, we’ve all grown up.

All these years, I’ve been in love with a flat and tragic ending. Almost 30 years old, the only person who could do anything was a low-value education, and the remaining one was a job with no hope of living.

And the chronology…

He was as bright as he was 12 years ago, before most of us.

Far away.

“You say that a man who is unmarried is not married, and God gives you a chance to relive your years, and you can’t hold on to it.” I’m sorry.

I scratch my head and chase men. It’s harder than studying, reporting, and dealing with difficult leadership.

And this “man” isn’t some other crooked date. It’s a genre.

Our publisher is a magical place, busy and idle. The leadership has recently given me a difficult task, and has been busy trying to figure out what to do with men.

Two days without contact.

Is the assistant professor so busy at the top of the class? I don’t know how much more scientific work I’ve done to the country.

I took time to reply to him in the working hours: “I’ve been tortured by work.” The leader told me not to leave work until I had solved the problem. I’m sorry.

When it passes, the opposite side is still a second back.

Queue asked me, what difficulties, maybe he had something to help.

Although I don’t think genres can control the publishing industry, it goes back as if we were chatting about “a marketing business that needs to invite a big man in the art field, called October, a young man, who’s been on the Internet for the last two years.” No one’s been in touch with her before. I sent her a private letter. I’m sorry.

“October? I know. I’ll call you later. I’m sorry.

My mouth is wide open.

Quincy, what else would you not be?

But the second message of the year left me on the spot, “You should know October, too. She’s our freshman, Lin. I’m sorry.

Lin-ho?

The school’s recognized goddess?

She was always in art class.

But I don’t know, she’s become a little famous artist.

I saw Lin at the party.

In his senior year, shortly after he went to juvenile classes, Lin also went abroad and left our class.

The male goddess left each other, and so did the senior class (7).

For more than a decade, Lin’s face is already quite different from his memories.

She was still short-haired in her second year of high school, often dressed in a neutral dress, and looked like a young girl and a young boy.

And now, with her long chestnut curly hair, her earlids crumbling with Chanel’s newest platinum diamond ring, her wine-red dress and her condensed body, her hands up, the grace and grace of mature and successful women.

Although it’s sour, I have to say that there are some manners that money is really the only way to bring.

The successful woman lin swayed with a glass of champagne and slowly approached me.

She seemed to have a habit of smoking, and her opening voice seemed to be a little bit of a smoke, which was a very good match for the night of the platinum.

“It’s been a long time, Gangnam.

“At the time of Europe and the Year, he heard about you. How are you?”

I sent a glass to the hand on the lips, stopped.

What do you mean, “had it been in Europe with the Year”?

There are countless speculations in my mind.

Yes, she went to France. It was Germany that left after the Year.

Close.

So, the so-called “together” is they already together?

Before waiting for my brain to come out of the possibility that I wouldn’t admit it, Lin beat me on the shoulder: “It’s a hard day for you, I’ll buy you dinner next time I’ll join you.” I’m sorry.

It’s a long story.

And before she left, I saw a taunt in her eyes in the glowing light.

Is it my fault?

The news of Lin’s return to S-City was also a big blow to the class.

“What a miracle coincidence this year is that the muse has returned and is still in the city of S.” I’m sorry.

So it was suggested that we could take this opportunity to get together around the long triangle.

When we were talking about passion, someone thought of me, “Is the committee in S.C.?” I’m sorry.

I can’t hide. I can’t answer my messages.

So the party was just over my head.

The year went on and said, “More than they’re not going to Shanghai next month, help organize.” I’m sorry.

The discussion in the crowd stopped.

To be honest, it’s the first time that you’ve been involved in this conversation of the Year, as rare as a comet crashes into Earth.

I understand that this is a year of freedom for me, and I believe in him: “Thank you. I’m sorry.

For a long time, he answered me: “You’re welcome. I’m sorry.

A few seconds later, the next line went, “Good night. I’m sorry.

I’ve been insomnia for a long time.

I was late for more than half an hour on the day of the party because I was supposed to pick up my classmates from outside, and I just pushed the door and heard a lively noise inside.

It turns out the year has just arrived.

And the two people who were encircled were the forest that had already come, and the new year.

The re-emergence of the pedagogues of the student age, a picture that has made the eyes of a lot of people glow.

In the face of the rise of the classmates, Lin stood up and went to the chronology with a close and familiar embrace.

That intimacy without a single twist.

Like years of friends…

It’s like a long time ago.

I was reminded of the scene of the event, which was lazy and silent: “Before together in Europe and in the chronology…”

And I looked down, and I shook my head and laughed, and I drank all the wine before me.

She doesn’t have to worry so much.

You don’t have to go around me like that.

What could I threaten if she wanted to get back together with the old days?

For 12 long years, it may not even remember me.

In the meantime, they may have gone to the Louvre, seen the sea in the south of France, and discussed the art and philosophy that only their circles could understand each other.

And I am, at best, just an old classmate who has been receiving a chronology.

In a few years, it’ll probably be outside their veins.

Most of our classmates have not seen each other for many years, and today there are men and goddesses in the town, and the atmosphere is getting more intense and many are getting more open.

It’s suggested that we play some games. How about a real adventure?

The proponents of the proposal grazed their eyes and their hearts were sobered up, while the eyes were focused on the middle.

“Let go of me! I’ve never played this before. I’m sorry.

The committee took the lead, and said, “Don’t worry, goddess, we don’t want to embarrass you. I’m sorry.

The years looked at him unheard, and the mouth opened a smile without a smile.

And when he swallowed the wine in his mouth, he opened his mouth, “Well, what do you have to ask?” I’m sorry.

That’s how straight it is. Those people are embarrassed. But it has been put on the table, and the committee has had to speak, but it is clear that it was less open than just now.

He asked, “First question, does the genre have someone to like now? I’m sorry.

“There is. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Jan25

There’s good boys even starting to whistle.

The committee then asked, “Are you an old classmate?” I’m sorry.

“Yes. It is not a panic.

The hot sweat came out, “Is she there today?” I’m sorry.

“In. I’m sorry.

I’m holding it tight.

The whole place is boiling.

The forest sits next to it, with its cheeks on it, and looks like it’s full of fun and looks at the whole of the year.

And when she heard the last sentence, she seemed to have a satisfactory answer, taking back her hand with her chin in her hand and standing up to calm everyone down.

“Well, it’s no big deal just asking about the Year. I’m sorry.

“Ha ha, the goddess of the woods is joking. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I can’t remember the rest of the day.

Just remember, I kind of filled myself with a lot of wine.

The last person left silently, walked to the door, and the year passed and asked me if I was all right.

And We contained the tears that were about to come out of our eyes with all the strength of our body, and We tried to push him away, but there was nothing soft on our hands.

And even so, I firmly pushed him away.

Go to the long, quiet corridor outside the door.

The second thought was that my head would be sore that I wouldn’t have to work on the weekends, and I put myself in the blanket like a cocoon that wanted to spend the winter.

Open the circle of friends, the latest is the state of the forest.

“There are many missed in life. If you go back to the afternoon of Munich years ago and ask me one more time, my answer will be different. But would you give me a second chance? I’m sorry.

A picture of a decorated heart balloon that fell off the scene yesterday.

There are more than a dozen comments in this state. Most of them are, “Diva Lin, come on” or “Don’t worry, someone who should understand will understand. “It’s like a hint of encouragement and acclaim for CP words.

Naturally, no one dares to mention the Year directly.

But if this is a reasoning, it is enough to tell the truth.

It seems that I can think of two people who had their own visions and who, after a romantic and compatible relationship with Europe, probably wouldn’t give up their quest and break up.

The forest, naturally, did not fall.

And the year?

I was thinking about the game of the party, and he was being honest and firm.

He probably didn’t put it down either.

Just two proud men who wouldn’t bow their heads first.

At this moment, I fully appreciate the mood of NPC in the game of love.

The NPC, which looks at the male and female masters in a strange way, has never been able to have a name, no matter how many levels it takes to help the male and female masters.

NPC must have NPC self-consciousness.

I saw the party I sent yesterday, and there’s only one person below to comment.

It’s a primary school girl.

“Academy, you’re in high school with Gigi? I’m sorry.

It’s from a schoolgirl.

This schoolgirl came to me when I was in my second year of work and said she was going to take our school.

And then she took the exam, but it was better than me, and she took the “S” big.

I thought we were all in a city, and she almost became my straight sister, but she always said something, because we’ve been friends for so long, and I’ve never seen her look.

I haven’t returned her comments. Her personal letter came first.

Morning, Aoi!

“You know what? We’re now taking Professor Kei.

Is she her teacher?

“Professor Kei is so popular. I’ve asked. He doesn’t have a girlfriend. Aoi, you’ve been married at home for a long time. Do you want to join us? (SINGING)

Are the kids so gossipy these days?

I replied, “Don’t know yet? Your greatness has become known…”

Just a few seconds back, the chronology chat box was lit up.

“In the early hours of the morning, it’s bad for the bed to brush your friends. I’m sorry.

Huh?

Did you put a monitor on me?

I didn’t answer him. The second message came back. Can I order you some breakfast? I’m sorry.

Why, it’s just an old friend.

Did the night pass, something I didn’t know, speeded up my relationship with the Year?

But I think of the happy scene of yesterday’s final chronology of the party, and the circle of friends that Lin Lin has made very clear.

I admit, seeing the Year again in Stown is the biggest surprise I’ve had in 27 years of ordinary life.

It’s been 12 years.

He has long since left us behind, even more so in this jungle of society.

In the end, the talent must be matched by a woman of equal status.

It took me a long time to look at the dialogue with the menstruation, so long as my eyes were sorely so determined, I typed back slowly:

“Don’t bother, you were tired yesterday. I’m not hungry. Don’t bother. I’m sorry.

Quincy didn’t come back to me.

It’s been two days since the weekend.

For the last two days, every time I turn on my phone, I get a little nervous.

But the one that belonged to the chronology, there was never a red tip.

I know I suck.

I’m not sure I’m the only one who’s going to refuse a decent relationship with an old classmate.

But then I look back and look back.

He hesitated, turning a thousand times.

I want to put it down, but I can’t.

I’m lighting the head of the century.

It’s rare to send a circle of friends. The circle of friends is rarely open to those who normally enter the workplace, but he does not impose this restriction.

He did so, and his friends were clean, except for some scenery and some reading and thinking.

There has been no new state of affairs since that day ‘ s confession.

On the contrary, there is almost daily progress in the ring of friends.

The latest one today, she sent a photograph of a girl with a ring in her left hand carrying a leaf, with a vague vision of a bench and a man sitting on a chair to read.

It’s chronology.

It’s a straight back, and it’s got two legs folding and a little grace.

From the moment I saw it in the café, it was in my mind and it was impossible to forget.

I watched her put on that glamorous platinum ring with an unnamed and complex taste.

In the end, you’re a good man.

It was only a dream in reality.

Kang-nam, Kang-nam! I’m sorry.

Looking back in the shadows, I saw the boys who had just joined the job calling me.

She is a graduate of a master ‘ s degree from abroad, who was supposed to be admitted to the Beijing General Service, and is a new member of the focus of training at Headquarters.

However, on his own initiative, he had requested an internship at the National Division to learn more about the situation.

Two weeks ago, I’ll take it from here.

I look up and thank 187 for his height.

Thanks for bringing me a cup of coffee. There’s a meeting for Director Li in the afternoon. I’m sorry.

I took the cup and smelled it, and it didn’t smell like a stench.

Seeing the look of my doubt, I’m grateful for a smile in the sun: “I did it myself. If I remember correctly, Nan would have loved to drink lattes like this, right? I’m sorry.

That’s exactly what I like about lattes.

But I’m not his boss, and I’m supposed to take him out on a regular basis for a month, and he really doesn’t have to “grace” me.

Questions were answered after work.

When I took my gym bag out of my locker, I met him.

He had changed his sports uniform and had a black hairbelt on his forehead, which was better suited to his five officials.

Nam! I’m sorry.

I looked around and thought he was calling someone else.

When he came to me, he said the kid was calling me.

I pretended to be angry: “You don’t respect your seniors anymore? I’m sorry.

“Son, you’re too young to spread your hair, like my schoolgirl. I’m sorry.

By the way, I’ve been in a mood for a day, holding my mouth shut so I don’t laugh.

Thanks to you, the five officials are so much bigger in front of me.

I pushed his face away, “Go away, I’m going to the gym. I’m sorry.

He followed me behind me, and now he’s a big boy in a jersey.

“Sister, I taught you how to exercise. I’ve been in training abroad, and I’ve been in tennis and swimming. I’m sorry.

I looked at the half of his arm coming out of his short sleeve.

The nice little arms are covered with thin muscles, the Cyan veins under the muscles are hairy, the line of muscles is long, without that hard-earned sense of accumulation.

It’s the type of juvenile body line that’s used to exercise.

I was envied in my heart, and then I rejected his “good intentions”: “No, I have no purpose but to listen to music and run or something alone.” I’m sorry.

After hearing it, he wanted to be rejected by his master as a big dog, with his emotions down and his head down.

I feel like I’m a little bullying the kids, and I hesitate to say, “No.”

Thank you for raising your head and looking forward to looking at me.

“Why don’t you come along, it’s also a company store. If there’s anything you don’t understand, I’ll ask you again. I’m sorry.

“Okay! I will teach my sister! I’m sorry.

When I came home at night, I turned on my phone and saw the information from the primary school girl.

Primary sister: “Aoi, I am emo _

I knew my sister asked, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

She came back: “The Great King has recently had very low school air pressure, and we are shaking.” I’m worried about this class. I’m sorry.

A few seconds later, a very sad one was added:

“Ooh. I’m sorry.

Have you been in a bad mood lately?

What’s wrong with Lin?

I think about the content of the ring of friends, and every feeling, including the picture of the future as a chronology, is fresh and profound.

There are no bad signs.

I reply: “What happened to the Year? I’m sorry.

Primary-school sister: “Don’t know about ducks, listen to the head of the class saying that Gigi seems to have fallen in love. _Other Organiser

Broken love?

I’m more confused.

What happened between him and Lin?

In the last live interview at the event, Lin had stated that his return was intended for long-term domestic development.

Both are in the country, and the most important conflict between couples should no longer exist.

So why?

It’s a comfort to a primary school girl.

Should I ask?

It’s like someone else’s private business.

But primary schoolgirls say that the state of Qir’an’s recent state looks bad…

When he hesitated, a new message came out.

Thank you.

Sister, are you free this weekend? I’m sorry.

Thanks for talking to me.

I asked him why he didn’t say it at work, but he said it could only be discussed on weekends.

I couldn’t help but come down.

I was wondering if he had some problems with his work and his job, and he wanted to talk to me as a “foreman” and to talk too much at work. So I set up a meeting with him Saturday at noon.

I’m still thinking after the thank you news, that primary schoolgirls are talking about the break-ups.

I opened the chronology.

Because I can’t think of any position to care about the chronology.

When I talk to my best friend at night, I tell all about these things and my best friend.

She’s listening to me, and her fingers are just gonna stick it in my head.

Isn’t that a great opportunity? I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

My best friend can’t stand it. “Take advantage of the cynic debauchery. I’m sorry.

I’m all black, “How about this? I’m sorry.

“I didn’t say that. There’s nothing in the relationship that comes first, and it’s not that simple, like work, money, sometimes on its own.

“If you don’t give yourself a chance, how can you start?

“If he turns you down in the end, you’re not sorry. I’m sorry.

My girlfriend and I are two extremes.

Unlike her, I rarely act impulsively and sometimes feel more than half as sure as I do.

It’s good at work. It’s kind of bad in a relationship.

Especially for the Year.

But now I’m really thinking about my best friend’s proposal.

A man like Us, when he leaves an environment, is right about the people who leave it.

But it’s only a year, 12 years, and it’s never been forgotten.

Probably because I’m too far away from him, I never dared to think.

Even, in a way, I was deliberately sealing him.

It was sealed until many years ago, the young one.

But from the first day he met in Stown, this sealed border seemed to have been broken.

It’s like a bottle of wine that you yearn for years, and it’s just opened up, and it’s so thick that it’s in your nose.

If you don’t, you can’t forget.

It’s me. It’s this bottle of wine.

Or we should go.

At least, as my best friend said, he turned me down, but there was no regret after he confessed.

It’s not a big deal.

S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S.

When all the work was done, I was a strong man who broke his arm and sent a sad message to the Year:

“Girls, are you free Saturday night? Can we meet? I’m sorry.

A minute later, the news of the Year came back, without asking why.

“Well, see and see. I’m sorry.

I feel like my heart is beating now.

It’s the home-based animal principle, and as much as possible everything is done in one day.

So I got up early this Saturday, packed up, dressed up, ready to talk to Xie, and then stepped on the restaurant, set a place and wait for the year.

I thought I was going to chat at a cafe or something, and it wasn’t until I got to my place that I found out it was a bookshop.

A small door store, divided into two floors, with a coffee bar and a small seat and a small stage, with three walled bookshelves in the space on the second floor, as in the attic.

Although space is small, there is a secret warmth, and it is a great pleasure to take a look at the noon book here.

I asked him, interestingly, whether it was not about work, but about new projects.

I’m sorry I scratched my head. “Sister, actually, this is my bookshop. I’m sorry.

I’m really surprised.

Thank you for looking like you’ve just graduated and you’ve got a bookshop.

She started her business with her classmates from college.

He’s got a good family, and he’s smart. Read media-related professions and have always been interested in the creative sector.

From undergraduate to graduate, the bookstore has moved slowly from a loss to a profit.

It’s not that big, but it’s really your business.

Thinking about it, I started to sweat for Ben.

I was just visiting, and I got a message from the Year. Says he can finish his afternoon report early, and he can come early and ask me where I am.

I sent him a location and told him he was working on it, so don’t rush it.

“It’s really great.” By the way, you can actually start the new project of matching bookstores, and we’ve got a lot of activities that need a more ambivalent underground space. I’m sorry.

Thanks for laughing.

When I went up to the second floor, I looked at the whole space set and expressed my envy: “Hey, this is the bookshop I dreamt of having…”

“I’ll give it to my sister. “Thank you for looking at me.

I thought he was joking, touching the books on the bookshelves, and he walked in his words, “Okay. I’m going to have a lot of readings here, a lot of living, and a movie club…

“Sister can do anything she wants. “And I know that thanks are so close to me, that I will be surrounded by his arms in the middle of the bookcase.

And We pushed him, “Thank you, what are you doing? Let me out. I’m sorry.

“No, unless my sister says yes.” I’m sorry.

I kind of started to understand his intentions, “You know what you’re saying? It’s not funny. Put me down. I’m sorry.

He put his arms on the bookshelve, and his body blocked my way and formed a wallowing position.

Keep your head down, near my ears, and the warm breath entangled in my ears. I heard him say, “Sister, I can’t wait. I’m sorry.

And then he left, and he pulled away, and my sense of oppression disappeared.

I’ve just relaxed, and I’ve made up my mind, and I’ve seen my thanks standing in front of me, staring at me with my head down, and I’m saying, “Sister, I’m serious. I’m afraid you won’t remember me when I get back to Beijing. So I have to say it today.

“I like you Jiangnan, I want to date you. I’m sorry.

Actually, thank you really is a good boyfriend.

He’s handsome, he’s got a good education, he’s got a good family.

There are no so-called problems of the rich generation.

As a boy, he’s really careful.

We’re only three years old, and there’s not much to argue about.

If I told my parents and friends about today, they’d probably be scared to get away with it.

I can even hear the sound of them urging me to “get your boss down there.”

Yeah. I have countless reasons to promise him and must do so.

But…

I thought about the love at college.

It wasn’t about 100% like each other, it was about “a good one,” and it was about the love.

I also thought of the winter night that stood alone in the rain and ended up breaking up.

After the so-called love at the university, I was told:

Love, marriage … These intimate relationships are bound to be accompanied by a certain amount of consumption and wear.

If it had not been for the two men who, with their great love and courage, had decided to walk together in the first place, it would have been easier in the inevitable grinding, with all the karma and all the damage that had been done.

So remember, you’ll always have to enter a relationship because you like someone, not vanity, profit, calculation… or just “suitable.”

Thus, even if there was no end to it, the time of love and love was always sincere.

Thanks for staring at me and waiting for my response.

I looked up to him, and I opened my mouth:

“Thank you, thank you. You’re really nice. I’m sure you’ll be a good boyfriend.

“You’re so good, then find someone more like you 100% like. Otherwise, there’ll be real regrets. I’m sorry.

Thank you for understanding what I’m saying. The smile has lost its usual clarity.

He pulled his mouth off and smiled bitterly: “Sister, 100% of the person he likes is called the Year of Jubilee? I’m sorry.

I’m surprised he knows.

“I’m sorry, sister, you were talking.

“Sorry, sister, I really cared. I’m sorry.

I covered my face and my privacy was really over.

Thanks for pulling your head like a dog abandoned by the master.

Before I left, I held my toes and touched his head and comforted him by saying, “Well, good boy. Think, you’re young and you have your own bookstore, you’re handsome and you’re rich, and then you have a girlfriend who loves you so much. I’m going to envy you. I’m sorry.

I’m laughing at you. You’ve got a funny face with a bitterness.

He pushed me in the back, and he pushed me in the direction of the stairwell, “Well, you better go. Maybe I’ll regret it for the next second. I’m sorry.

I waved at him and walked down the stairs.

But as we were about to get out of the door, there was a rush to step behind us.

Then I was drawn into a warm embrace.

Thank you for holding me in my ear and saying, “Sister, no 100%, it doesn’t matter, not all love needs to be certain.”

“I won’t let you suffer so hard. Sister, think about me

And it was too late for me to react, and a large hand pulled me out of his arms, and he took me to his side, and he took me to my guard.

And then there was a familiar low, cold sound:

“She doesn’t have to think about it. Because she has a boyfriend. I’m sorry.

And I looked up and looked upon those who uttered it with incredible confidence.

Year.

The menstruation held my hand tight, and instead of looking at me, he opened his mouth with a pale face:

“I see you’ve finished your work, so now it’s private time.

“So my girlfriend, I took it. I’m sorry.

There was silence in the car that was running fast.

There’s nothing in my retina that’s going to go back out of the car.

Because of my brain, it’s empty.

What did you just say?

A girlfriend means me?

My heart is full of unbelievably unbelievably, but it is filled with a bit of excitement that I cannot even admit.

I turned back from a blank and looked at the year in which the car was being driven, and the year was watery and still a calm and quiet look.

But holding hands on the steering wheel was so tight that it became apparent to the bone that the master of the hand was sorely angry.

I shrunk my neck and kept my mouth shut.

The car stopped in a small section outside the middle ring.

Because of its proximity to the suburbs, the light pollution is not as strong as in the centre of the city, the light of the moon is on the French twilight, which falls into the car through the shadows of the tree, and the cold white colours of the chronology add to the aberration.

And my eyes were silently looking towards the Year, and when he had stopped, he remained still, and his right hand was holding his eyebrow, and there was a thread of weariness, as though he was suffering.

And for a long time We heard a word coming out of his lips.

“Sorry. I guess I made my own point. I’m sorry.

My mood fell to the bottom of the valley.

So, it’s true that I’m having an affair.

The cold and low voices of the years continue to say, “I didn’t think about it, I broke in, I didn’t think about your feelings.

“Seeing you’ve been haunted by him, you’ve been in a hurry. I’m sorry.

“But what I just said…

It explains to me what I am thinking, but I feel that the part of my heart is getting colder and that there seems to be an ice in my heart.

Ah, it’s just a favor to an old classmate.

I covered my face.

Pop.

A drop of water fell on my knee bag.

This voice is very clear at night.

The chronology has stopped.

I look up to the chronology, and in my tears I blur the chronology’s traditionally calm face and reveal some kind of look that can be described as helpless.

Tears came out of my eyes, and I smiled: “Do you know why I asked you today? I’m sorry.

I was a little anxious to drag the paper towel out of front and I stopped him.

‘Cause I’ve been thinking about something for a long time, and I want to talk to you. I’m sorry.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, as if I wanted to be relieved:

“Chilip, I like you. A long time ago. I’m sorry.

The moment of the exit, a stone that had been in my heart for a long time seemed to have finally been lifted, and I completely relaxed.

I opened my eyes and looked straight into the eyes of the Year, and then I went on and on.

“I don’t know if it’s offensive to you. After all, you’ve always been in everyone’s heart like a mountain.

“I knew that you would never remain in our world when you were a teenager, and more than a decade later you were certainly far away from us.”

“I didn’t think I’d catch up with you once, but then I realized that I could only be myself. I like your mood, but I can’t put it down.

“You like people and you don’t break the law, right?

“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you again, and I won’t ask you again…”

And the last sentence was not finished; and I felt nothing but the darkness before me, and then on the lips came a feeling of intense heat.

Quincy kisses up.

I’m all stiff and I can’t react.

The warm touch went off and the chronology pulled off his silver glasses and threw them on the dashboard. And then he came up with a big kiss.

I’ve never seen such a year.

With aggressiveness and control, he seemed to be feeling his passion and suffering.

It took some time for the world to calm down.

I opened my eyes and saw the eyes of the Year red, as if it were not just because of the heat.

Because in their dark eyes there are tears that are hidden.

“Sorry. I heard his dumb voice. “I have endured too long. I’m sorry.

“I like you, too. I’m sorry.

The next day I woke up and looked at the ceiling above my head, and I couldn’t feel where I was.

“Aah!”

I remember everything that happened between the afternoon and the night.

I’m, like, sleeping with the genie?

Oh, my God, blasphemous. Heaven won’t let me die.

Then We turned aside from the other side of the bed, and found none.

I was walking to the door and I was about to hear the outside living room kitchen coming through.

I snuck into the bathroom and started taking a bath while I wasn’t in the bedroom.

After the wash, I found a problem and I didn’t take the replacement.

I’m sure yesterday’s clothes won’t fit.

But you can’t go out in a thin towel.

Although what can happen has already happened.

But I still can’t imagine myself in such an “aggravated” image in front of the Year.

When I was wondering what to do, the bathroom door was knocked twice.

The voice of the Year came in through the sandshield, “I found a shirt for you, will you just give me a minute? I’m sorry.

I’m in a hurry. “Okay, thanks. I’m sorry.

“Don’t wash too long, it’s bad for your health, come to breakfast soon after. I’m sorry.

My face, in the evaporation of the bathroom, is red again.

The white shirt of the Year smelled of tanned laundry, and I smelled it, and it was freshly washed, but I could smell it.

Fresh and warm.

The shirt can be a dress for me. I wear it to the kitchen.

It’s already served breakfast at the table, and I saw myself looking in the cupboard before I could set the table.

The cupboards were a little high, and I held my feet so I couldn’t get my knife and fork and turned around, but I saw their eyes darkened.

“The next time I see my food, I’ll put it higher.” I’m sorry.

I’m just reminiscent of the change in his eyelids, and he’s going from his cheeks to his ears.

The pompous ingenuity of genre, it’s just, damn it.

At the table, I put sandwiches in my mouth, and I couldn’t say a word.

He made a nice cup of coffee, waited half a mile to see me eat. He put down his cup and asked me, “There is nothing to say to me.” I’m sorry.

I looked red, I couldn’t look at him, and it took me a long time to say, “So when did you start talking to me?”

“It’s been a while…”

And I looked at him and looked at him, and I looked at him, and I asked him, “It didn’t start after that reunion. I’m sorry.

After listening to my words, the water didn’t swallow, it choked, my cheeks were red, and I ran to pat his back.

When I stopped coughing, my eyes were bright and he was waiting for his answer, and he smiled and said, “Yes, yes. I’m sorry.

It’s just his teeth seem a little bit tight.

I went back across the table and I was happy to continue eating sandwiches, but I thought of another thing that I forgot.

It’s also something I don’t want to talk about.

I’ve been poking bread with a knife and fork in the middle of the year, and I’ve put my chin on a cross finger, waiting for me to speak.

I said, “What are you and the forest gonna do?” I’m sorry.

I don’t seem to understand why I’m here.

I looked at him and said, “You and Lin are getting engaged. I don’t know why you’re suddenly… separated again.

“But I still feel like I’m taking advantage of it. I’m sorry.

It took three minutes to understand what I was talking about.

I showed him the ring of friends that Lin used to send, from the heart balloon at the reunion site to the ring of the chronology.

It’s been brushed on my phone, and the cold between the eyebrows is getting worse.

After reading it, he seemed a little repulsive, “Good. I’m sorry.

And then I looked up and said, “I’ll take care of this. Nam, you just need to remember one sentence.

“My other half could be you, just you. I’m sorry.

The next night, a stranger.

It’s Lynch.

She sent me a message: “So he finally made an unwise choice. Hopefully he won’t regret it in the future. I’m sorry.

I know what she’s talking about with me for the Year.

I thought about what my best friend told me, and I thought about it a few seconds later, and I said, “Love didn’t come first.

“You can’t get back together. It’s not about the chronology. I’m sorry.

The voice of Lin-chul with questions: “Mixed?” I’m sorry.

And then she thought of it again, and she laughed, and she said, “So do you think you’re in love with me? I’m sorry.

I wonder if it wasn’t for them to be together while they were studying in Europe, but did she perform this re-emergence of old people after many years and have succeeded in getting engaged to the stage where they suddenly broke up?

Lin goes on to say, “And then the circle of friends, I admit, was trying to mislead you, and the picture of the ring was open only to you, so that you thought I was very close to the menstruation, so I could chase him.”

“But I didn’t expect to be so successful. I’ve been in love with him for years. I’m sorry.

Lin doesn’t seem to laugh at the voice call, “I knew you’d make up so much for our relationship, I won’t lose. I’m sorry.

I hear in the fog, she seems to be hiding something very important.

Information about the Year.

I asked her, “So you haven’t been together in Europe?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t want to marry him anymore.” I’m sorry.

The opposite side stopped, and it seemed like I could make up her mouth and shake her head with a careless smile.

She whispered to herself: “It took so long for him not to say…”

Then she raised her voice and she said to me, “If he didn’t tell you, then guess.”

“I’m a loser in this department. Maybe me and him are better friends. Hey, that’s a little uncomfortable. I’m sorry.

I can’t ask you any more.

I was rushing to the chronology house.

Intuitively, I was told that what Lin had told me seemed to be a long-standing secret.

The Year is preparing dinner.

It smells like onions in the kitchen.

It’s my favorite dish.

He was busy in the kitchen, always wearing a silver-side glasses suit, wearing a beige-coloured home dress, and his hair was naturally scattered, and the whole person looked incredibly warm.

Who would have thought it was a cold, sane professor.

Quincy came out of the kitchen, “Come back. I’m sorry.

I put down my bag, step by step towards him.

As the years began to see the serious look on my face, the laughter of my mouth began to fall down, and he recovered his calm, and asked me, “What happened? I’m sorry.

I looked up at him, “Lin found me. I’m sorry.

All the rest of the year, relax, keep moving, “Well, I went to talk to her. I’m sorry.

“I asked her, she said you’d never been together before. I’m sorry.

“How did you think I was with her?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t answer him, but I kept asking him, “Lin says you’re a tough-mouthed bastard.

“And you’ve had a long time without telling me. I’m sorry.

The menstruation slows down.

I waited for him.

One, two … It was not until the last drop of water between the fingers that the paper towels were thrown into the trash cans.

He turned around and looked at me with his hands on the truncheon and his chest up and down two or three times.

“Nan, I do have a long hidden secret. I’m sorry.

My heart is beating so fast I can’t hold my breath.

“That day you asked me if I started feeling about you after a school reunion but it wasn’t.

“I’ve liked you for a long time. Long enough I’ve, I can’t remember when it started.

“Maybe the day they left years ago, maybe in Germany, some evening after an experiment, going back to the dorm alone.

“I like you for a long time.” You said that to me that night, and I couldn’t say it. I’m sorry.

“But I was relieved when I heard your guess the next morning, when my heart fell. I’m sorry.

His eyes were down and his fingers were shrouded around the outer edge of the table:

‘Cause I’m actually, like, a coward. I want everything to be within my control, as you can see.

“But to like you and make you like me is the only thing I can’t control. I’m sorry.

He looked up at me, and he had a little bit of pain in his face:

“So if you don’t know, then if you don’t think I’m good, if we split up one day, maybe I won’t be that bad. I’m sorry.

I’m listening, I’ve lost my nose and my face, and my makeup is gone.

I’ve been smoking paper towels, and I’ve been pouring down a little bit, rubbing my eyelids, “I’m a fool, I’m confessing, why are you crying. I’m sorry.

And We pressed the right hand of my eyes for the years, and we saw in his dark brown eyes: “You are a fool.” I’m sorry.

Quarterback.

And I raised my toes, and my hands gently held his neck, and I continued in his ear, saying, “The stupidest fool of all.” I’m sorry.

His eyes began to be slightly red and his hands held me back, “Yes, I am. I’m sorry.

And I blew his red eye out and said to him, “Professor Qi, my house will expire at the end of the month.” I’m sorry.

Quietly in my ear: “Well.” I’m sorry.

“So, Mr. Kee, will you take me in?

“The kind that stays forever. No regrets. I’m sorry.

Quincy doesn’t talk.

It’s just that the hands behind me are getting tighter, as if they were going to melt me into the blood of its master.

When I was together, I found out that the “control desire” of the Year was really not a word.

When I went to college, for example, I never had to go home again.

But now it’s half an hour before I go to high school.

At night, you must report to Professor Qi, and if you have dinner with a colleague or friend, you must tell him the end.

Wait for him to pick me up.

Thanks for the internship, which ended in a week.

On the day he left, I took him as his forebear, as usual, to join the Bureau and the whole department.

A bunch of people started at 11 p.m., and I dropped my phone in the bag at the end of the year and didn’t know it had been turned off.

When the men and women stormed into the KTV suite, everyone was silent.

“Sorry to bother you, I’ll pick up my girlfriend.” I’m sorry.

I’m dazed to watch the year, “Go home!

When you hear my name, the eyes of the Year are delicate.

It’s not a long time ago, and it’s a smile to explain: “It’s a great job for T.” I’m sorry.

Everybody says, “Oh-oh.” Relax.

I was holding me out of the house in the middle of the year, and I turned my head at my seat, and my hand went in that direction.

It’s thanks to you for sitting in that direction.

The force on the shoulder is increasing, and I’m crying.

Bag, there’s my bag on that seat.

Reach over a hand and hand over my bag.

Thank you.

“Thank you.” I’m sorry.

Thanks for looking at him, no answer.

When he left, he said, “It doesn’t mean he can’t come back to Beijing. Mr. Kee, I’ll be watching you. I’m sorry.

I’ll leave without a word.

When I came home, I started a disciplinary year, accusing him of controlling my “personal freedom”.

And he hanged his coat slowly, and took his glasses out of the box of the wall of the gates, and wiped them carefully, and then he put his glasses on and smiled, and said to me, “I said, I was afraid. I’m sorry.

Mirror a flash over top of the LED light in cold light.

I had a cold call, I couldn’t keep up with Prof. Kiki, I was so upset to take my cell phone out of my bag, and I wanted to say to my colleagues that they would remember to write me a ticket, so I found it out of battery.

The charger’s in the bedroom, and I’m lazy to get it.

So I reached out for the year, “Give me the phone.” I’m sorry.

The tone is very bad.

It’s the year that looks at me.

I reply to the normal tone and say, “My phone is dead, let me borrow it and tell my colleagues. I’m sorry.

Give me my phone for the year and give me my head again.

Ah, my hair.

This careful-looking man.

Give me my cold, sane and perfect genre.

I turned on his phone.

What’s this? Two?

I shrunk my neck, looked in the direction of the bathroom and took a bath.

OK, today let me see what the secret is for Professor Kei’s trumpets.

Open the trumpet, and above it is a very familiar head.

Isn’t that my face?

I lighted up and found out that the last line of the chat was that I once comforted me with the news of the primary school girl who broke up with me.

Quit, click on the trumpet.

It’s really the head of the little girl, Sakura.

“Ooh! I’m sorry.

“Ooh! I’m sorry.

“Ooh! I’m sorry.

Three thunders in my head, one louder.

It’s like a man in his head strangled himself and asked me:

Junior, senior, senior?

That day in my friend’s circle, I was impressed, and I was asked if it was my favorite dish, and from time to time I had sex with my sister in elementary school.

It’s you?

Ten minutes later, Professor Kee came out in a bathrobe.

I leaned in front of the bathroom, laughing and giving care: “How’s the teacher doing? I’m sorry.

“Good. What, now that you care about your boyfriend? I’m sorry.

I was walking close to him with my toes up and leaning my chin on his shoulder, and in his ear I said, “Is this really a coward?” I’m sorry.

The year continues to be a clean one, with his incontrovertible tongue: “Yes. So someone will have to report on their own initiative, even to the people who eat. I’m sorry.

“What if I had dinner with a primary school girl? I’m sorry.

The circulatory body is frozen.

I ran away at a fast pace, and I was proud: “I’ve got it all. Evidence retained.

“I can’t believe that Professor Ki has a special hobby. I’m sorry.

He threw a towel out of his hand, followed me up in three or two steps and carried me around.

I will never come back and ask him, “What are you doing?”

In the dark, he said four words:

“Demolitions. I’m sorry.

In the middle of the night, I climbed up and watched him fall asleep, trying to find out the truth.

He was lying in his ear, imitating the voice of his mother on the phone, whispering, “Yen, what’s with that trumpet?” I’m sorry.

Who knows that the years dragged me and put me in my arms and that the eyelashes were shivering.

This guy is pretending to sleep.

The Queen’s Days are full of confused voices: “That’s another story, later. I’m sorry.

And We placed in his arms a number of his long eyelashes.

In the age without those silver glasses, the eyes reveal their original shape, as if they showed me a young man who left in the flowers at the end of the spring years ago.

Years, finally love.

The willows of the Minister for Foreign Affairs follow the wind.

Another spring.

Well, let’s give him a face.

(concluded text)

Plus One: The Year of the Year

One.

If you give a dimension to character, it must be the one whose sane values reach the full score.

He never seemed to have a stupid, confused adolescence.

Every step from childhood to age, he knows what his goal is.

And if this goal is not fulfilled, what is Plan B?

Most of the time, of course, the target has not been achieved.

The first high school, the first high school on the market, the junior class, even the path of science, even the 15-year-old he had planned for himself.

The plan must not be disrupted.

In the eyes of outsiders, the chronology is a kind and polite student who has been given the name of a god of his own age, but who has never been proud of himself and who has always responded to each other in a gentle and detailed manner.

Although, the name of the other party he never remembered.

Yes, high-intellectual intelligence has long learned the skills to cope in human and human environments.

Except for his plans and ideals, everything seems to be less important, except for a little less important energy to deal with simple human relationships.

But Enan seems to be a name he doesn’t want to remember.

Nine studies in senior year, eight in chronology, the remaining one being the language, which was given to Jiangnan, and when the answer was more than her, the text was dropped.

Unlike him, who received high marks in a well-structured paper, Jiangnan’s essays often had some descriptive essays with different views, and there was always a new sense of inspiration compared to the “Eight Stock” paper.

Every time a high-profile essay is read in the classroom, after the chronology has come down from the podium, it is always interesting to hear her essay.

Jiangnan’s voice is calm and clear, and she’s just as fragrance.

These days are seen as a rare break in a busy programme.

Every time they come down from the podium, they will consciously look at the position of the classmate, Jiangnan, and look at it quietly.

Perhaps in his less than two years of high school career, she was the only one who remembered his name.

Two years is fast.

He remembers that on the day before he left, it seemed that only she had not asked her questions.

On the day he left, he packed his things and took a deep breath in the fragrance of the flowers that came out of his window, and he rose back and turned towards the back door of the classroom, passing through the aisle, and he looked up at her eyes behind him.

Quiet and clear, like her voice.

He thought that he had not spoken to the only one who remembered his name.

And the chronology looked into her eyes and smiled and raised her hands…

She was flying down her head.

He dropped his hand and finally looked at her and left the classroom.

The time that follows seems to have been accelerated, and there is no more leisure in secondary school (if the time of the genre can be called free).

Adolescence classes, German exchanges, applications, scientific research, dissertations…

His life was too many people of his own age, but he was still busy.

There will always be new plans on the schedule, and when the goals are achieved, there will be new goals that will be welcomed throughout the year.

Until one day she said at the end of the video with her mother that we had nothing to worry about your studies and career, but that’s not the time for us to think about personal issues?

Men and women who are always open-minded start to get married.

It proved he was overthought.

One of the parents is a teacher, a researcher, who has always been able to learn and grow up on his own during the chronology, but only in emotional matters, as their parents say. As intellectuals, of course, they understand how challenging and tempting it is to explore the boundaries of science. It is only human beings who live in a world in which, apart from the spiritual form, the material and emotional form is indispensable.

Perhaps in the present chronology, these are far from as high and necessary as their own ideals, but they also want to sell old and old, just not want their sons to be too immersed in their own world, missing something that is not wrong.

This conversation with Mom seems to have opened the door to the world of the Year. In his mind, he began to have a few thoughts that had never been seen before.

Or it could be called, emotional.

With the exception of the World Cup, the Germans as a whole are conservative and cold, and the relationships of different cultural backgrounds, although the chronology is also very close to colleagues and friends around them, camping and climbing to party, there are still some parts of the world that are neither open nor accessible.

It’s never been so bad before.

It was only at those moments when he looked at the ceilings of the highest building of the school, looked around the forest, looked at the distant Alps, then came down the stairs and walked back to the dormitories alone.

It’s like a moment, lonely.

He remembers these people, his classmates, his colleagues, his friends… he certainly remembers the names of everyone close to him, but there seems to be no one else who can listen and watch with interest, and then move one of his thoughts into the other’s eyes at first glance.

He remembered the name that might have been buried in his subconscious for years.

Jiangnan.

After all these years, he certainly doesn’t think he’s waiting for him.

except the day when he began to dream of leaving, and the windows were full of flowers, and he looked into the eyes of the young women, and saw the eyes calm and clear.

Never again did he look at him with such calm and clear eyes.

Two.

In the summer of his first year, an old man came to Germany for him.

He looked at that familiar face and reacted for a long time, and the girl across the street looked for herself below the steps: “I knew Qin wouldn’t remember old classmate Lin, remember? I’m sorry.

He’s remembering, the monolithic art student.

At first glance, there were some surprises, and he looked at her like she was in high school, and he wondered what the girl in her memory was like, “You’ve grown up, too. I’m sorry.

The forest struts its long hair, hears the rare, emotional words of the chronology, moves its eyes, does not say anything at the end, but laughs to make her walk with her, who is not familiar with life.

There was no reason to refuse, but the trip had been arranged quickly.

I have to say that Lin is a very good friend, and she specializes in design and in artistic philosophy. Every spot, gallery, museum, she can tell one or two stories.

“You really don’t need my guide. I’m kind of following you. I’m sorry.

Lin smiled, and when he put his hair in his ear, he bit him with his cheeks on his straw: “Don’t ruin me. I’ve been learning hard for years, and if you do, it’ll take a few weeks. I’m sorry.

Not all relationships are paid to IQs, but he understands Lin’s tone.

He smiled and, without moving, he pulled his hands off the table, leaned back and looked at the far forest lakes.

“There are lots of beautiful lakes around here, and the Alps are worth going. You haven’t even been there. I’ll find you a guide. I’m a student, a guy who specializes in outdoors. I’m sorry.

At the end of the sentence, add, “Middle-German, handsome.” I’m sorry.

Lin smiled, but she was still in good shape: “OK, then ask Dr. Qi to help me find a guide and have a good body for research. You can come if you’re busy. I’m sorry.

And the chronology nods.

One month of study in Lin’s study is nearing its end, and on the last day she’s about to go to downtown square. The two men, silently fed the pigeons, stood up in the forest, photographed the remains on their hands and organized their caps and skirts.

In retrospect, her shadow covered the chronology, which heard her seemingly careless voice in a small wind: “Hey, if I’m gonna chase you, can’t we do that? I’m sorry.

When the pigeons pecked his hands and his wings flew away, he stood up and slapped his hands, instead of answering Lin’s question, and asked her another question: “Have you changed your target for someone?” I’m sorry.

Lin understood his question at once, and then smiled, and he said, “No.” I’m sorry.

“I didn’t either.” I’m sorry.

He looked at the bank of the river and turned to the forest: “I know that your dream is to be a living artist, and your artistic life requires a new experience, a new experience and a new feeling, but I’m not the same. The state of life I’m looking for is flat and full, and it is best to stay the same. I’m sorry.

“The inevitable changes in life, however, also require change. I’m sorry.

“I am a man of extreme contradiction in the spiritual and material world, and I hope that my vision of my spiritual world continues to open new borders, but in response, I need my real life to remain stable. Even more stubborn than the average person. I’m sorry.

Lin returned to his polite gesture, “I see, then, I hope you find your own stability. I’m sorry.

“You too, I hope you find your own radical change. I’m sorry.

When I was leaving, Lin made a joke about him.

“Once upon a time, it’s not because of this. I’m sorry.

“How could it be?”

He left the country at 16.

Lin Ji-ho’s been monitoring his registration.

It’s a good thing everyone changed their nicknames and used their real names. Finally, he found the man: Gangnam-Stown.

He turned the green software icon on in some late-night ghost, and then he took a deep breath, and he found the man’s head, he lit it up, and he sent out a friend’s application.

An hour later, he was blank.

He was a bit nervous and the editor sent a greeting:

“Hello, Miss Jiangnan. I’m Chien-Yu. Long time no see. I’m sorry.

It’s only half an hour to get back over there, “Hey, Quest! I’m sorry.

Dr. Qi has no idea how to go down.

And there’s no new news from there.

Many times later, when he saw the snowhills in the spring, he drank a new cup of coffee at the school restaurant, and when he spent another spring in Germany, he opened that chat box and tried to say something, and didn’t send it.

The man’s circle is six months visible, and in any case he will not be able to look at her previous state and information.

He’s thinking sometimes. Is she in love?

Let’s talk about it. Don’t we all talk about a college relationship?

Is her boyfriend good?

But he’s a little upset to think that it doesn’t seem right to have a relationship.

So, how’s her boyfriend treating her?

After six months in his circle of friends, he couldn’t see any information about her life in love, and there was a little consolation in his heart.

And in the group, she was the least talking.

It’s as if this group of people who have ever lived has nothing to do with her.

How can a girl with such a cold-blooded tongue never speak again for the first time in her life?

But she doesn’t seem to have any reason to remember him.

Almost ten years.

He’s a stranger to her.

Quietly closed.

But there’s always a time when a man walks out of the institute through the twilight, a man walks out of the country on weekends, a man drinks in a beer park after all his friends have left… I don’t know. Then, suddenly, a moment of loneliness went down from the crack of the breath to the bottom of the heart, and did not disperse, and after years and months, a much more dangerous thing was created, called the thought.

After the promotion, one night he woke up and filled out a form for the S-City T-Pedagogic.

The parents heard that he was willing to return to work, which appeared to be a pleasure.

The process is fast. He’s going to Stown in the next year.

On the last night of the German apartment, he opened it.

“Hello, Gangnam. Heard you worked in S.C.?”

And he who loves the mountains and the seas, and dreams.

Now he’s going to have another dream.

“The end”

The story of the genie.

Ever since I added Kang-nam.

There’s something wrong with the Great King lately.

It’s been too long since Jiang Nanfa’s friends were separated.

He has already summed up the rules of the Gangnam Fian circle of friends.

Two or three copies are usually sent out each month, one of which is a mere public sign, and two of which are essentially related to mood and schedule.

And 80 percent of the schedule is food, she likes to eat, she eats, she eats, she eats, she eats, she eats, she eats.

It’s the same way that you know her taste.

To grab a man’s heart, first to grab TA’s stomach.

Gigi is very confident in his cooking skills.

But today her new circle of friends was almost a month apart from the last one, and both were forwarded.

Something’s wrong.

Something’s wrong.

It’s like a cat caught by a cat.

After many searches, the Great Gigi found out what the circle of friends he did not see.

A selfie on a trip.

So, Gigi looked at Gangnam’s friends for a while…

Is she, like, blocking me?

It’s the belief of the Great King in life that Plan A must have Plan B when he can’t.

After all these years, this is the first time he’s used Plan B.

The year has requested a small number to design a new identity for Gangnam.

Such an identity must be sufficiently distanced to be an acquaintance of the kind introduced by the classmates, but without being defensive.

Thinking about it again, Qir’an nicknamed it: laziness, and end up with a cute little face with a colored roller and a fireworks.

After the nickname, the browser was opened during the year, a search was made for the famous girl and a picture of the famous girl Mandarin, Sakura, was replaced with a picture.

Everything OK, a little smile on the face with the look on it.

In writing the validation information, the year paused, reminiscent of the young girls ‘ comments, and ended up writing a message with full confidence:

You can ask for a graduate student. Please.

The other side…

Half a month ago, Jiangnan and his girlfriend went out to play. She was driven into the flowers by a girlfriend who never took a self-portrait, who took a close picture of her, and performed her magic.

The best friend Will has to take this with her in the circle of friends.

Pick another view of your own, a walk button on the point of Jiangnan’s finger.

Fortunately, in the last thousand minutes and a second, something came up and pulled off the finger.

It was only when Jiangnan was in a state of panic to find his own one-person group from the visible range and then to set it invisible.

The group’s name is: just dream.

For many years, there was only one genie lying alone.

(over and over)

Three: The wedding of my best friend

On the day before her birthday, Lin received an invitation to marry two good friends and an invitation to be a bridesmaid.

She laughed at the standard Nordic style of design on the cards and at the standard wedding hotel.

I had no idea that, in the end, we would have chosen the process and style of a standard wedding.

But Lin exclaimed, and that’s what he wanted to do.

As the goddess of the perfect face of double-business online studies from the high school age, Lin has a perfect human identity.

But unexpectedly no close friend.

She can wear a perfect social mask in any environment and maintain a friendly relationship with all.

But in the bones, she’s probably the same person as the men.

Look too much, so you won’t get too close.

The most harmonious human relations are maintained with the least effort, only without offending others themselves and without loss.

The first time the mask broke, probably in that square in Germany, it was hard for her to go straight to her heart and say, “If we were chasing you, would it be possible? I’m sorry.

Questioning her in the chronology points to the core.

She immediately understood the meaning of the Year.

Yeah, they’re kind of the same kind of people, but in the realst self-world, they’re meant to have two completely different lives.

When she understood the meaning of the Year, she came back to meet him with some reluctance.

The regret of youth is always long.

What if she answered her question at the plaza when she said goodbye?

“Yes, I have the possibility of changing targets for one person. I’m sorry.

Will everything be different?

She can’t predict. But I am not sorry that I said what I thought.

And she knew that she was doomed to fail, and that failure was inevitable.

She misled the Gang’s circle of friends and, in other words, implied that it was not even a stumbling block that could be described as two-way.

Following the break-up of the social mask in front of the Year, she was further broken in front of Jiangnan.

What should I say?

If she was sometimes forced to wear a mask by his penetrating eyes, she seemed to have never remembered her mask at Jiangnan ‘ s.

That is why she was completely confessed to his little tactics and thoughts that were not on the stage.

The strange fates seem to have ended.

Since then, the Goddess Lin has two truths, my friend.

Although they were a couple, Lin bit her teeth.

And these years, they’re the only ones who can hear the most true thoughts in Lin’s heart.

Talk about philosophy and art with Janan;

And the circulatory debate, and Jiang Nan Tuk.

It’s perfect.

I just don’t want that guy who smiled and didn’t say anything about “B” when I got married.

The forest razed his heels off his feet, and his bare feet came to the flat’s window with a comfortable cup of coffee.

Eleven vacations, an outdoor garden in a hotel in town.

The bride and groom on stage have been sworn, and young people on the stage are playing games, waiting for the bride to throw flowers.

Gangnam blinked in the direction of the wine-drinking forest, which was busy putting down the champagne cup and making the face of a plea of forgiveness and swinging at him.

Gangnam’s face was filled with a smile very similar to that of her professor, turning towards the front and throwing it back in the direction of the forest.

When her hands were empty, a young man appeared along with her, waving his hand at the flower that was going to fall on the ground.

The young man was dressed in an Amani-gold suit, taller than all the people present, and even in a dress, his figure could have been seen as an extremely young person with a regular outdoor exercise.

But he has a young, naive face, looking closely at his hair as light as gray, blue as the eyes of the sea, and white to glowing skin, the eyes of the river, which seem to see the lovely, sticky blue brother-in-law of his girlfriend’s house.

“Sister, here you are!” I’m sorry.

There was a frightful tremor in the graceful shape of the forest, and the expression on her face was between a false smile and anger, but in the eyes of the people, she said, “This is the bride’s flower, usually for single women.” I’m sorry.

“Ah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.” I’m sorry.

As he was saying, his brother had a sweet smile on his face and stuffed the bouquets into the woods.

All around them covered their mouths, and then they came out laughing.

Jiang Nan saw the ring’s forehead hanging on the black line, although he tried to smile with grace.

She whispered in the ears of the menstruation, saying, “Who is that next to Lin?” Feels like she’s a little angry, doesn’t it? I’m sorry.

It’s just a little laughter, and it’s like, “It doesn’t matter, it’s my schoolboy in Germany. I’m sorry.

After that, the menopause looked at it, and looked at it, “Well, that’s what she said. I’m sorry.

Jiangnan has a suspicious face, and years have passed by her hand, “It’s okay. But next, you might have to ask your best friend if you could be a bridesmaid. I’m sorry.

The Queen of the City of Queen’s Landing, who is a young man, is a woman who is a woman of the same age, and who is a woman of the same age.

Turn around and see the white roses in the ring, the beautiful young man with the bouquet round around her.

The girl was restrained, too often refused to be polite, and lastly she couldn’t bear it.

A wedding cake, in the eyes of a boy with a doll.

(concluded)

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.