The day before I got married, I went through the worst of our relationship.
I gave him breakfast and he threw it, and my notes were torn.
Until I heard him huddle with the young plum, “It’s only fun, she’s so proud, she’s not on her knees yet.” I’m sorry.
I poured milk on his head without an expression.
This marriage, I’m not married.
One.
The night before he got married, he crawled up the window to see me.
“I’m not dreaming. I’m really going to marry you.” I’m sorry.
According to him, marrying me was a hard job for him.
I touched his dog’s head, “Not dreaming. I’m sorry.
When I woke up, I was 18 years old, and I had a small face, and I kicked my desk, and I couldn’t stand it.
“Joey, mind my own business. I’m sorry.
There’s a big back and forth, and I haven’t been responding.
It’s the worst year in senior year, me and Song.
I picked up a textbook on the ground, “Give me my homework before school.” I’m sorry.
This year, I’m the class leader, he’s a scum.
Every time we close, it’s a zipper, so we’re never good.
Son of a bitch smiled and said, “Dream! I’m sorry.
I haven’t seen him like this in a long time. I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
I looked at him, “Put the table.” I’m sorry.
Song is staring at me, and he’s got a weird look at the table.
When the bells were ringing, he turned back to the back seat and kicked the table before leaving.
I can’t help it. Get the table right.
There is a long way to go.
Of course I didn’t get the job.
I went to look for Song and saw a girl carrying his arm:
“Song Wonder Year, go to the movies with me. I’m sorry.
“and play video games, roll roads…”
She had a little plan, and Song had touched her head and looked soft.
That’s the same look he looked at me when he was 28.
I stopped and watched it quietly.
Thank you — Young May Song, I finally remember this face.
Son of a bitch noticed me. I’m sorry.
I stuffed him with the notebook, “This is all knowledge points from the first to the third. I’m sorry.
The old Song had a particularly poor year’s record, and it was not until the second half of the third semester that he started his studies.
Now that I’m here, I’ll help you.
Thank you for taking me in a hostile manner, and Song’s eyeballs, “Joey, you took the wrong medicine? You don’t think I’ll listen to you, do you? I’m sorry.
I nod my head, I untie my hand, “You’re taking the wrong medicine. I’m sorry.
He was laughing.
Twenty-eight-year-old Song is too good for me, so I should be more tolerant of eighteen-year-old Song.
Two.
I went to class the next day and I had a breakfast in Wiri.
Twenty-eight-year-old Song was never used to breakfast, and every time his stomach ache strangles into my arms.
When I came over, he was talking to his friends, looking up and looking away.
I handed him the bag, “Heat. I’m sorry.
He didn’t answer, and the next person started to say, “When did the captain care about the poor?” I’m sorry.
“Yo, isn’t it true that we don’t like each other? I’m sorry.
“Sir, I hear you’ve learned your lesson. Let’s see if you can. I’m sorry.
I didn’t feel comfortable hearing that before he turned his head and said, “Yes.” I’m sorry.
All of a sudden, Song is standing up and throwing my breakfast on the floor.
I’m holding.
“Joey, how did I know you were such a Virgin the first day? I’m sorry.
SONG’s voice is sarcastic. Care about your classmates? Is that what you’ll do? I’m sorry.
He stepped on the bag of breakfast with his feet, and the heat was so hot that he was crushed.
Song looked down on me, “Don’t be so emotional. I’m sorry.
All the people who got up were whispering, and I moved, and I said, “Just take it easy on me. I’m sorry.
I crouched down and brought up that bag of bad breakfast, and I pulled up my mouth, “I’ll throw it away. I’m sorry.
I keep telling myself that 18-year-old Song is not the same as 28 years old.
The latter loves me and the former hates me.
But it doesn’t matter, 18 is always 28 years old.
Until I went to the trash, and I saw a thick note.
It’s all about me, from the perspective of the Year of the Song.
Now it is torn in half silently.
Oh, there’s black shoes on it.
3
The heart snaps, like a needle.
I’ll take the paper out calmly, and I’ll throw the crappy breakfast in calmly.
“What are you pretending to be Joey? I’m sorry.
I smiled.
I pretended to be a fucking man.
I’m still giving him breakfast every day without a day’s absence.
It was only a month before Song’s shock fell from cold eyes to mercy.
“What took you so long today?”
The hot breakfast was delivered to him, and he was loathed on his face and opened it up fast.
And I looked at him, “I was cold.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and if he were a 28-year-old Song, I’d almost cut off his own hand.
But the 18-year-old Song turned his back on him and said, “You deserve it. I’m sorry.
I nod, “You’re right. I’m sorry.
I went back to my seat in the first row and suddenly remembered that a box of milk was warm in my pocket, and I turned back.
Just a few steps closer, I saw a thank you for coming into Song’s memory and asking him, “Do you really like her?” I’m sorry.
Song’s voice was unheard, and he was always free to play. I’m sorry.
“You see how proud she used to be, and now she’s not on her knees. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, he stopped and then he whispered, “How fun…”
4
Fun?
And I think a little of these two words, and I look up to the eyes of the blessed.
She was crooked, “I knew it. I knew you better. I’m sorry.
I’ll buy you a new one. I’m sorry.
Son of a bitch shuts up and throws his hand, “Whatever. I’m sorry.
The milk in the hand becomes warmer.
I laughed, and suddenly I thought it was a joke.
What are you doing back in the past?
At last I made a serious and objective assessment of the 18-year-old Song.
– Really, it’s annoying.
Listening to my voice, Song’s shaky neck seemed like he realized something and pushed it off the table.
He turned back, “Joey, what are you doing here?”
“When did you get here? I’m sorry.
I said, “Well,” “From when you said fun.” I’m sorry.
“Come on, I’ll listen. I’m sorry.
The classroom was quiet for a second, Song was sitting there, and he looked ugly, and he grabbed his hair, and the tone finally changed from urgency to contempt, and “You’re the one who made such a fuss, I told you to stay out of my business.” I’m sorry.
“Joey, don’t you really like me? I’m sorry.
His lips were raised, and he said viciously, “Be happy to lick a dog.” I didn’t mind you licking for a while. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, breakfast tastes good. I’m sorry.
And he pulled his arm and said, “Don’t say that, it hurts the girl. I’m sorry.
She said so with all due respect that I was faced with provocation.
I squeeze the milk in my hand, and I think this guy’s strange.
It’s so strange. How could Song’s amazing year do this to me?
“Don’t like it. I’m sorry.
“What did you say? I’m sorry.
I took a deep breath, “I don’t like you. I’m sorry.
Eighteen-year-old Song, bad and cold, I don’t like it.
He’s still smiling, “Who believes that? Say it again.” I’m sorry.
The milk completely cooled, and I tore it open and reached out.
Wow!
All down.
The biggest response to Song’s shock was that she screamed, “Joey, you’re sick! I’m sorry.
I didn’t pay attention to her, I just said, “I don’t like you. I’m sorry.
SONG YORK SONG STAYED FIRST, AND THEN HE FEEL AROUND. I’m sorry.
And I looked at this familiar and strange face without an expression, and my heart stinged, and I became calm.
I don’t want to get married.
It’s disgusting. It’s really disgusting.
I turned my head, and the next second I heard a big bang.
“Joey, don’t you dare go! If you leave like this today, you won’t ever ask me to forgive you again! I’m sorry.
I didn’t stop.
Joy!
The sound of something being held hostage, my shoulder hurts.
Look down, it’s my breakfast for Song’s Year of Surprise.
5
At the same time, my arm was pulled back, and Song’s eyes were red-eyed at me, and I looked for thanks, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
It’s for me.
When he asked, “You blame me? I’m sorry.
“If she hadn’t spilled your milk, would I have been so angry? I’m sorry.
She wiped her eyes, and she was so pathetic, “Can I avenge you?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t move. SONG’s voice was much less than usual.
I’ve been watching these young boys pull their hands off.
“Song Wonder Year. I’m sorry.
He’s wooing, he’s wooing, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“It’s no use to regret. If you throw me, I can’t forgive you. I’m sorry.
And he pointed at it, and said, “If not, you apologize, and you don’t have to do it to me. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing. I really want to laugh this time.
Song’s been quiet for years, and he’s been looking at my face, and he’s like, “You apologize, and I can’t forgive you. I’m sorry.
My eyes are on the Xinhua dictionary next to the table. It’s thick.
The back-hands are just going to blow it away.
I heard the screams of gratitude, and I laughed.
I’ve never wanted to lose.
“You’re in the way. I’m sorry.
I was wrong to walk through Song’s wake-up call, “Go take care of your young plum.” I’m sorry.
Six.
I no longer focus on Song ‘ s shock year, and the third-grading desk is starting to roll up more and more.
I don’t care if Song won’t study seriously, how his high school exams are, what the future is, whatever.
“Where’s my breakfast?”
Son of a bitch saw me come in empty-handed and followed me down.
But he took my seat at the table, and I just wanted to frown, “It’s not your place. Go back to your seat. I’m sorry.
When Song’s shock went cold, it was cold, “No, I don’t need it. I’m sorry.
He walked away and came back later to throw a textbook at my desk.
“This is my homework. You asked me to pay it. I’m sorry.
“Song Wonder Year. “I cried out.
He stopped at once and looked at me like, “What? I’m sorry.
I didn’t lift my head either, “I told my teacher, your homework will be out of my hands. I’m sorry.
“So you can take it. I’m sorry.
“Joey, what do you mean? You want to leave me alone?”
So I looked up and asked him, “What does it matter?” I’m sorry.
Twenty-eight-year-old Song, I still have a problem with his fiancée.
But 18-year-old Song, I don’t want to see him again for even a second.
So, “What do we have to do with it? I’m sorry.
“Well, you’re fine. “This is my last chance for you!” I’m sorry.
I don’t care, I don’t even think he’s wasting my time.
Even if I do it again, I’m going to get the best.
Thanks for bringing him breakfast, and he immediately became gentle, “See, I’m not missing it.” I’m sorry.
Yeah, he’s not missing. I did.
Thank you for looking at me. I’m sorry.
“Yes, of course.
Song’s been staring at me for years, making it worse, “I love it. I’m sorry.
My hand was suddenly burned and a box of milk was put on my desk.
“For you. “I don’t like what I owe you. I’m sorry.
Give me back what you’ve given me.
I’m disgusting, “I don’t need it. I’m sorry.
“You can drink or throw it away. I’m sorry.
Song’s eyes fell down and his pupils were dark, “or, throw me again. I’m sorry.
At last I looked up at him and wondered, “Don’t be a bitch. I’m sorry.
7
And Song’s ablaze is a sign of his wrath.
I had no fear of seeing him tighten his fingers, and the milk was crushed and thrown into the trash.
Maybe it’s because of my “demeanor” saying that Song’s surprise year has finally stopped appearing before me.
Every time you get the last line, you’ll hear Song’s impatience, “No, no, no! I’m sorry.
Thank you for coming to see his frequency go up in a straight line and come by my place every time. I’m sorry.
“This is my notes. I’m sorry.
They’re getting closer.
After the winter break, the school organized a basketball game, and I got the task of watering the players.
The teacher didn’t say much. I had to wait outside with water.
Suddenly there was a sound coming.
“What are you doing here?”
Thanks for bringing a bottle of water and a towel, wearing cheerleading clothes and fine makeup on the face.
When I saw you, I laughed, “You stay away from Song and say you don’t like it. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to explain it to her, shake the water on my hands, “Shut up if you don’t want to hurt again.” I’m sorry.
Thank you very much for being green and for thinking clearly of the lessons of the last time.
“You…”
And suddenly she started to cry, “I didn’t mess with you, why did you just hold on to me?” I’m sorry.
When I saw her like this, I was blessed with my heart, and I turned around and saw Song’s face.
“Don’t bully her. I’m sorry.
What’s wrong with Song’s voice? I’m sorry.
This is indeed the order of the master of the classes, and I will not allow it.
Song’s smiled, and naturally reached out, and I was going to give it to him to go, but I saw him moving his finger in the next second.
Skipped me, picked up the thankful water.
“We have nothing to do with this.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head. I agree very much.
The basketball team wasn’t just one of Song’s friends. I hand over the bottle to the next player.
For everyone.
No one thought Song’s annual conference would suddenly go crazy and beat him up.
Son of a bitch!
The crowd who had just finished the game was looking for someone to pull him off.
The team member was beaten for no reason, and he was so angry that he couldn’t get away with it.
Thank you for being so scared, trying to talk me out of it, I called the teacher in charge of the field, and the last three or four people were barely able to hold down Song.
The school doctor came to check on the injuries, and the team that got beaten up was fine.
We’re on our way.
Joy!
Song’s eyes are red and he can’t move. I’m sorry.
“You can’t go! I’m sorry.
When I looked back, he kept up his neck like a goose, “You can’t leave me alone! I’m sorry.
I really don’t know him. He’s the one who’s playing. He’s the one who’s holding me.
There is a man who does not love you and who does not spare you.
Is that the 18-year-old Song? Or maybe he couldn’t give up my dog lick?
I went down slowly and looked at his young face, and I could already see the outline of the 28-year-old Song.
He stares at my eyes with hidden, perhaps unknown, expectations.
I smiled and slapped him on the cheek.
“I said, Son of a bitch. I’m sorry.
8
Thanks for the transfer.
I heard about the family’s problems and the family’s moving out.
I was stabbed in the back, and I turned around and I saw Song Chien with a scroll. “How about this, Sergeant? Teach me?”
He suddenly began to learn, in line with my memory of the memory of Song’s shock year, and also emerged in the second and third semesters.
That’s when I get it. It’s thanks.
He pointed to a non-simplistic question, which was no different from a fellow student with a common problem.
I thought it over and looked up and he looked at me a little bit.
Son of a bitch? I frowned, “Go to her if you want, don’t waste my time.” I’m sorry.
He pulls up his mouth and doesn’t laugh, “I’m watching you talk.” I’m sorry.
He really did repeat the detachment.
Exactly, like he would have.
I can’t, “You can ask the teacher next time. I’m sorry.
When Song was silent, he suddenly asked, “If I didn’t say that, would you still be nice to me now?” I’m sorry.
“Nothing?”
“Fun or lick the dog?”
Every word I say, his face is white, and I shake my head, “No. I’m sorry.
I don’t like the 18-year-old Song. Even without that, sooner or later I’ll realize it.
I’m even wondering why a person can be 18 years old and 28 years old.
It took me a long time to recognize that he had tore it up and that I had given him notes.
“I found it. I was in the trash can at school for a long time. I’m sorry.
“I remember tearing it in half. I’m sorry.
And now it’s clear that it’s torn to shreds.
SONG FEEL AROUND, “THAT THEN TORE. He looked at me and said, “Don’t blame her. She thinks you’re bothering me. I’m sorry.
I was laughing, “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.
“It’s none of your business! Song is in a hurry, “This is what you summed up for me, and I read it later, it really worked! I’m sorry.
He knew that I was really trying to be nice to him, but he didn’t hesitate to tear it up.
The matter had actually passed, but he was now repeating it again and again.
A little bit of depression in the heart, even muddy people have a three-point temper.
“So what do you want to prove?”
I was relieved, “How much did I lick?” How blind I am? Or should I be grateful if you’d picked it up like Grace? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t mean that. “I just want to do something to make you not so hate me.” I’m sorry.
Oh, my God, he can see I hate him.
He looked at me and suddenly realized, “I know, do you mind?” I’m sorry.
“How can you suddenly not like me because you like me so much? I’m sorry.
And the more he said, “Don’t think about it, but if we were a little bit old, we’d be together. I’m sorry.
“But I’m just a friend. I’m sorry.
At the end of the day, he kept his voice down, “I actually kind of like you. I’m sorry.
And then I stood up, “I promised to be with you. I’m sorry.
He’s saying something that stops when I pick up the note.
“Song Surprise, you’re really good at it. I’m sorry.
It’s easy to rip out the duct tape. I tore it up in front of him, “I said, I don’t care. I’m sorry.
“Your business and your thanks have nothing to do with me. I’m sorry.
Song’s hands reached out to the pieces, but it was too broken, and his chest went up and down. I’m sorry.
He’s pulling my arm. “Don’t push me! I apologized. What do you want? I’m sorry.
You see, he’ll never learn to bow down, spend the same apology, and if he doesn’t like it, he’ll turn his face.
“Just because of my words, you’re about to finish, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
He had a red eye, “I’m not… I don’t have to! I’m sorry.
9
I didn’t take it personally until she sent a picture, with two legs close together, one sitting and one standing.
And sitting on my desk.
I admit to being threatened. It’s too dirty if they do anything on my desk.
There’s no one in the building after school.
I pushed the door to the classroom, and I saw the two men in the first row.
Song is standing, and thanks for sitting on my desk.
A low head, a lean, drowsy sun slams in the shadow of the two.
Almost there.
That’s why I’m here.
I laughed, “You guys are really good at finding places. I’m sorry.
Son of a bitch!
Because it’s too big, the table next to it is shaking.
Thanks to his shoulder, he almost fell.
What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
Song’s head down, lips down, “You shouldn’t be here after school.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head, and I say, “Well, I’m sorry to bother you, but can you move? I’m sorry.
I pointed to my desk, “It’s dirty. I’m sorry.
“I am with Song, and you have no chance.” I’m sorry.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.
Didn’t she bring me here to announce it in such a way as to respond to me?
“I didn’t.” I’m sorry.
He chewed his teeth and explained: “I didn’t kiss, I didn’t kiss.” I’m sorry.
“She’ll kiss whenever she comes later! Thank you for jumping off the table and hating me, “Song, I’m about to change school and you promised to be with me. I’m sorry.
Song had only been shaking his head and could not say a word.
I thought of his sentence not as necessary, but as he did.
And We said, “I said, “You have nothing to do with me.”
“I wouldn’t have been interested if I hadn’t been on my desk.
“Tomorrow I’ll change the table and leave this to you if you want. I’m sorry.
I wanted to leave, but Song was holding on to my clothes, and he was still handsome, but he stopped saying, “I didn’t kiss, don’t be angry I was wrong, I shouldn’t be wrong, I shouldn’t be wrong I was wrong.” I’m sorry.
He said, “I’m angry, I don’t think you have to, so I tried her.” I’m sorry.
“I really regret it. I’m sorry.
I broke his hand, “No need, Son, I was wrong. I’m sorry.
I was wrong from the beginning.
It’s not fair that I shouldn’t have put the 28-year-old Song’s promise on him.
He’s not the year I wanted Song.
I have no moment to be more aware of this fact.
Thank you for listening to him. What makes you regret it? I’m sorry.
“Tell me about Song! I’m sorry.
It’s too loud. It’s a headache.
I broke the last finger of the Song Year, “I won’t bother you.” I’m sorry.
Song’s panic is a shock, “No…”
“You can’t do this to me…”
As I was about to leave the classroom, he shouted the last sentence:
Jojo!
I looked back and saw Song pass out.
10
Jojo’s only 28-year-old Song’s annual conference.
For a moment, I almost thought it was me.
Thank you for hearing that. I’m sorry.
At this point in time, there were few people in the school, and lastly, thanks to me and all of you, I brought Son to the school infirmary.
“What are you still doing here? I’m sorry.
“Why would he be like this if it weren’t for you?” I’m sorry.
“I’ve been with him for over a decade, and if it weren’t for you, we’d be together. I’m sorry.
I suddenly thought of Song ‘We are pure friendship’.
So how can there be so much pure friendship between men and women?
One heartless, one hiding.
I’m thinking about that, but I really don’t fit to stay.
The next day, Song had taken sick leave and disappeared for an entire week.
And then I got a phone call, and the microphone was “doing” for a long time, and I didn’t talk to him.
But for no reason, I had a feeling, “Song Wonder Year?” I’m sorry.
It’s still quiet across until I ask, “Is it you?” Twenty-eight year old Song. I’m sorry.
“Joe Joe. I’m sorry.
Half a mile, he sighs.
This time it’s not coming from the microphone, it’s behind me.
One week later, Song’s alarm year was much thinner, wearing an 18-year-old shell, and he looked at me quietly.
I never thought he and I would have a day like this.
“When did you get here? I asked him, “When did you wear it?” I’m sorry.
He dropped the curtain, “A week ago. I’m sorry.
A week ago, he fainted that moment.
I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.
“You suddenly disappeared and I postponed the wedding. I’m sorry.
“Oh, no cancellation. “I’m a mess. I can cancel. I’m sorry.
Son of a bitch, “Don’t cancel.” I’m sorry.
I was unconscious to throw his hand away.
The sound of poking, we’re all dead.
The way I looked at Song’s wounds, he was indulging and embarrassed. Why should I take the blame for what he did? I’m sorry.
“JoJoJoe, this is not fair to me. I’m sorry.
Song’s eyelids are wet, as if they were holding me back the day before the wedding.
He confirmed over and over, “I’m really going to marry you.” I’m sorry.
But now he’s crying, “Why cancel?” I’m sorry.
“I broke up with thanks. I’m sorry.
He bowed, “She won’t affect us anymore. I’m sorry.
But I know with him that the problems between us are never thanked.
Why cancel?
I asked myself, “Why did you add to the 18-year-old Song’s humiliation?”
It seems unfair to me, to Song, including thanks.
But I don’t know the answer.
We’re standing still, wearing an 18-year-old shell, preparing for the upcoming high examination.
Twenty-eight-year-old Song is still very good to me, and I’ve never had a hot breakfast in my desk hole, and I’ve never had hot water in my cup, and even warm babies will be in the most visible position during their physiology.
I saw the notes that were in his book, which were torn apart twice, and which were once again fine and sticky.
Song’s hands and fingers are a little dumb, “I picked them up again. I’m sorry.
He even smiled a little, “I won’t lose it again.” I’m sorry.
I was suddenly a little sad.
I look at this man who’s barely working together for the rest of his life.
“How did you know about this note? I’m sorry.
“I have his memory.” I’m sorry.
“But I didn’t. I wore it here without my 18-year-old memory. I’m sorry.
I’ve been living on a few memories of 18 years old.
So how did you get that?
Do you have any memories? Or did he always know what he did to me when he was 18.
“Why is my 18-year-old memory so fragmented?
“I only remember having a bad relationship with you, just one day you’re up, and I’m even thankful for seeing her when she was in her 20s.
“I can’t even remember where my home is at this time.
“But you remember this note, and I brought you breakfast. How could you know that when we were 28? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “You tell me, why? I’m sorry.
Song’s lips trembled and said nothing.
I asked him, “Where is my 18-year-old memory?” I’m sorry.
He stood there helplessly, in pain, and finally said, “You were in a car accident, and the doctor said you had a selective memory loss, which coincided with 18 years old. I’m sorry.
Selective memory loss is often the most painful and undesirable memory to forget.
What happened to me when I was 18?
“I like you, don’t I? I’m sorry.
“But then you hated me as much as this 18-year-old Song, threw my breakfast, tore my notes, and said to thank you for playing with me, even worse…”
Song’s face was pale, but it confirmed my guess.
I’m shaking all over, “But I’m 18 years old and I’m not strong enough. I’m sorry.
“Stigmatized, isolated, and finally depressed until college. I’m sorry.
I see.
“The funny thing is, you fell in love with me? I’m sorry.
Son almost got on his knees, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
He covered his head and said, “I wanted to change everything. I’m sorry.
When he knew I had no memory of 18 years old, he approached me, made me fall in love with him and married.
But who would have thought that, on the day before my marriage, I would have worn back 18 years of age to see my memory again?
He still has the face to ask me why I can’t cancel the wedding.
Huh…
I want to laugh, but I feel like I’ve been cut by a knife and I can’t breathe.
I moved my eyes and returned the breakfast, the hot water, the warm babies.
“We’re over. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
I haven’t said a word to Son.
Everything, he sent one, I threw one.
He always looked at me in silence, sad.
“Can we just be friends?” I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
Song Bite his lips, “That, that…”
He looked down with his head down and he smiled like, “Where’s the dog licking?” I’m sorry.
I looked back and saw his lips as white as paper even if he bit them hard.
I shake my head again, “No. I’m sorry.
He was sad, but I heard tears every day, 18 years old and I told her how scared I was.
I can only stick my head in.
It rained a lot that day.
I saw a black umbrella when I walked out of the exam. I know who sent it.
Son stood far away and looked at me, and he was all wet, and the rain flowed down, and he glued.
The whole person is almost transparent.
He was standing there, standing still, as if his whole life had stopped at that moment.
I didn’t touch that umbrella.
I saw the weather forecast in advance. I brought my own umbrella.
I finally got out of this 18-year-old cage.
The tears in my ears stopped and I finally let go.
“Good-bye, Song. I’m sorry.
“We’ll never see each other again. I’m sorry.
12
The 18-year-old Song is proud and Zhang Zhang Zing.
After all, he’s got a good family, a good face, even a study, and he can get a good grade with a little effort.
There are many people who like him, and he knows them well, but never cares.
Funny thing is, the obnoxious captain likes him too.
It was true that every reminder was a serious expression, but it was a different expression when he was given breakfast.
She timidly and shyly, she took all the courage to say, “Did you not eat breakfast for Song ‘ s Year of Surprise? I’ll give you mine. I’m sorry.
He took it once, and she wrapped it all up for breakfast.
What a clumsy, simple way to pursue.
What was her name again? Remove the name after the code name.
Song had a long thought.
Oh, Joey.
He liked Joey’s face, especially the kind of shyness that wanted to get close but not dared.
He did not learn well, but Joye did a very detailed note, but he was taken for a second.
“Another little girl likes you. I’m sorry.
I’m glad to hear you laugh, tearing that note off, like many love letters.
For the first time in the year, Song hesitated, but only a little bit, and then, frankly, watched the notes filled with words thrown into the trash.
“You don’t really like her, do you? Thank you for asking.
But the first reaction of the Year of SONG was to deny, “How is that possible? I’m sorry.
There’s so many people who like him, and there’s so many good people. Joey’s so ordinary.
He just likes her to look at her face every time she looks alive and alive.
Kind of nice, but that’s all.
So he still doesn’t care, “What’s so much fun watching her lick a dog? I’m sorry.
He rarely said such a mean word, but it was as if he had tried to prove something that day, and he turned his mouth like that.
But that’s how it happened, Joey heard it.
It was the first time in Song’s life that she felt cold.
It’s okay, she likes me so much.
He told himself, convinced himself.
Joey ran away, lost his breakfast every day, lost his notes, even his homework.
Like a stranger in a moment.
Song is not used to it, he starts to denounce Joy.
Don’t you like me?
It’s too much to say.
That’s what you like? It’s cheap.
No matter what he said, Joey didn’t do anything, she wouldn’t show up like that again.
Strangers are irritating.
Who is Song? If he shows up a little bit, he’ll have someone to help him out.
So Joey was isolated from the class.
Son knew what they were doing, but he never stopped.
He wants Joey to beg him.
So he begged him with a soft, pious face.
When I heard that Joey wanted to go to school, he started studying hard.
He looked at Joyy to the point of depression, but she never spoke to him until the end of the senior year.
So Son finally realized that he would never get near her.
Eighteen-year-old Joey hates Song.
But then she lost her memory in a car accident, forgetting that she was 18.
Son approached her and did everything to her.
On the eve of the wedding, he cried too much.
He thinks that Joey finally belongs to him.
Who would have thought that Joey would be back 18 at that time?
The day before the wedding, that was the closest and farthest moment of his happiness.
He’s wearing it back, but one step later, one step later, it’s over.
This big dream is finally broken.
Friends have nothing to do with it.
“Well, then…” He knew he was embarrassed, “What about licking dogs? I’m sorry.
Joey said, “No. I’m sorry.
His ears were buzzing.
“Really?”
Really can’t.
The rain was so heavy on the day of the High Court, he was so confused about Joey.
He’ll never see her again.
Song is holding a fruit knife to the ground.
Joey says never again.
He wants to. Then do what she wants.
So in the rain, in an unknown corner, 28-year-old Song closed his eyes.
He killed himself when he was 18.
(concluded)
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
