The first night alone with the child’s husband, the power went out.
Then We kicked him in the darkness: “I will shower.” I’m sorry.
When the bath was set, I lazily pulled his sleeves: “Don’t go, I’m afraid of the dark.” I’m sorry.
One.
I woke up and I was 18.
The future of cheap old justice helps me answer the question to the high examination, looking at the red fork on the page, and he wrinkles, and he says, “This is how you report S Big?” I’m sorry.
S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S. I’m sorry.
Zip–
The pen drew a long line on the test paper, and Song was staring at me alive and dead, with surprise and shame in his eyes.
And he said, “So what?” I’m sorry.
Well, he’s 19 years old and he’s too young to hide. I said, “Oh, I buried my head in the draft paper and pretended that nothing had happened.
It seems to have been a long time since the unwittingly counting of the wrong topics on the paper, half-wielding and the low-pressure voice of Song.
“Hew. I’m sorry.
He bites his teeth and his eyes are gruesome: “Don’t provoke me.” I’m sorry.
It is said that I turned to him and looked at him, and he took it very seriously.
Song Jin-shin squeezed the pen in his hand.
I’m hungry. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng stood up and looked at me in cold and then–
Go to the kitchen.
I couldn’t bear to laugh.
Two.
When my father took him home, Song Zheng was 14 years old.
He was thin, dressed in an unsuited old shirt, with dirty shoes, standing in the living room with his mouth shut, trying to hide his eyebrow.
I stood on the stairs and looked at him for a few seconds, and he turned his head.
Tragic, sensitive, self-esteemed.
That’s my first impression of him.
I cannot say welcome or rejection of his arrival. As long as it’s not my dad’s bastard, it’s okay.
Song Zheng was only a year older than me.
He should have gone to college long ago, but because of me, he went to an extra senior.
Me and him barely grew up.
After the marriage, Song Zheng-sheng was too busy to talk, except for love, we could say we were perfect.
The tenth year of a contractual marriage.
I happen to find out that he’s been in love with me for a long time.
And the day after the secret was discovered, I woke up and went back to the summer after the exams.
What can I say?
Look at Song Zhensheng with the cake, he’s got a nice, straight face.
I’m not going to change my husband.
Kick off his shoes and I’ll hit his waist with my toes.
“I’m tired. I’m sorry.
I leaned on the back of my chair and opened my mouth: “I want you to feed me.” I’m sorry.
Song Xian’s eyes are cold.
He was the first to lose.
The cupcakes were fed to half, Song Zhen was struck by a tremor, grabbed by my moving feet, and his voice was cold and strong with warnings.
“Hew.
“You better be honest. I’m sorry.
Okay.
I shrugged my shoulders and took my toes back.
Song Zheng returned to his emotions, then colded his face and kept feeding me cupcakes.
I stretched out my hand and looked at him, “Eat, too. I’m sorry.
Song Zhen was alive and silent, and he had strong fingers with a spoon and ate the rest of the cake, his throat shrugged and a little butter on his mouth.
It’s delicious.
I’m not talking about cake.
And I looked at him with curiosity and smug laughs, and I looked at him: “Song Xian, did you use my spoon? I’m sorry.
SONG Zhen was squeezing the handle and holding his face in silence: I’m sorry.
I ignored him and said, “No, no. I’m sorry.
I looked through his mouth and licked his mouth with butter, and I nodded with satisfaction: “This is the indirect kiss. I’m sorry.
Song Zhen’s back is stiff, handsome face, a gruesome flash.
His patience, that’s good.
Even to this extent, he has only been blinded and has not reacted.
Oh no.
There are reactions.
I chose to stay low and start the gentleman without talking.
“You’re so mean, Song Zhengsheng.
“You love it too, don’t you? I’m sorry.
“This is how you treat me? I’m sorry.
“Hew. “I’m not your toy.” I’m sorry.
Well, 19-year-old Son, that’s funny.
I can’t help it.
“Of course you’re not a toy. I’m sorry.
I took away the smile in my eyes, and took it seriously: “You are my child-bearer.” I’m sorry.
That’s good. I’m the one who ran away.
I feel a little better watching him walk.
I’m actually still angry.
He likes me, but he never told me.
Look at his back, I laugh.
All right.
Then keep holding.
3
In fact, Song Jin-sheng doesn’t have to worry, I’m not as low as he expected, and I can go to Big S.
I didn’t change my profession.
Once upon a time, I thought he insisted on me going to S. Big to show my parents his worth.
But now I’m suddenly clear.
Maybe he just wanted to tie me up?
After completing the third day of the voluntary service, Song Zhengsheng planned to go back to his home town, after five years, and indeed he should go back and take a look.
Memory overlap.
But the difference is, this time one more me.
North and south, across more than half of China, I relied on him to reach a place called the town of Eun.
An old little town.
It doesn’t have the city’s lanterns and greens, paper-drunk gold fans, just a few narrow roads and a few unlighted street lights.
Song Zhensheng took his luggage and stopped in front of an old house.
It’s a big old house and it’s spacious. I know it’s his grandmother’s house.
Because he left too early, he was kicked and kicked like a leather ball at a very young age and asked for a life in another ‘ s home. That’s why he was such a mess when he first met.
Song Zheng was busy and had the house cleaned up. I’m lying in a vine chair, shaking around, scrambling the wood on the beam.
I don’t want to touch it.
Song Zheng was born and the children of the poor were the early ones.
It’s been a long time since I understand, but I didn’t expect it to happen the first night I was alone with Song.
And in the darkness I did not bear to kick him in the foot: “I will shower.” I’m sorry.
Song Xian-sheng knows my habits, takes a bath every day, and the power outage won’t stop.
He found the candles, lit them and quietly burned them for me.
And when he turns to the bath, he will leave, and I will lazily pull his sleeves, “Don’t go away, I fear the dark.” I’m sorry.
Song Zheng was holding candles in his back.
The surroundings were extremely quiet and quiet, and I seemed to hear him biting his teeth: “You know what you’re saying? I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
And We took off a hundred skirts, and threw them into the side of the garter, unwittingly: I said I was afraid of the dark. I’m sorry.
Clothes rubbed through the skin and made a very small noise.
Song Zhensheng’s breath was much faster, and when he opened his mouth, he had a warning in his voice: “Shou Zheng!” I’m sorry.
Boom.
Hear, hear, hear both ears.
He screamed so hard, but kept his back to his face, and he didn’t move.
I took care of my hair, and I didn’t care about him.
Pick up a pot of water and fall off your shoulder. But let’s not forget, Song Zheng is doing a great job
But when he heard the water, he was going crazy.
Ha ha ha.
Probably didn’t think I’d dare do that.
4
I admit that the number of times that Song Zhengsheng was bullied these days is a little frequent.
He seems angry every day.
But I’m used to it.
After all these years with him, Song Jin-sheng never smiled at me, either before or after the marriage, and he called me “Zhu Zheng”.
It’s really annoying.
In the courtyard, Song Zheng was sitting next to the cinnamon tree, washing clothes.
He had a less exaggerating muscle on his arm, and the slime foam from the laundry came up on it, and it made no sense. He looks healthy, he is not white, he is not dark, he is young and he has dark eyes.
Ten years later, I can’t.
But the son of Song is nineteen years old, young and juicy, and he has a green breath all over his body, as if he were a wild horse, doing nothing but a pony.
If I’m an 18-year-old Xue, I can’t help him.
But I’m not.
Walk slowly towards the tree of cinnamon, and I stopped behind him, and fell down on his back.
I couldn’t help but complain in his ear, holding Song Zheng-sheng’s neck, “Song Zheng-sheng, I really don’t like you calling me by name. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you call me Zoo?”
“I can’t, baby. I’m sorry.
Song Zhen’s back was so hard as to be a steel plate, he had his right hand so tight with a piece of fabric, and his back was sorely covered.
Take a breath, he stands up.
“Shu Qi!”
Again and again.
I’m still hanging around him, I’m rubbing his cheek, and I’m going to make him laugh, “So why don’t you call me sister?” I’ll buy you some sugar. I’m sorry.
Song Qiansheng dared not touch my leg but dared to warn him: “Shu Qi, do not go too far!” I’m sorry.
Xu Yi, don’t mess with me.
Xu Yi, you better be honest.
Xu Xiao, don’t go too far.
And he said to me all the time, and said all three of them.
But I’ve never heard of it.
And hold him around his neck, and I will not give up: “Song Xian, don’t be so mean to me. I don’t like it.” I’m sorry.
Song Zhensheng ignored me.
Look, he’s angry again.
Song Zhensheng didn’t reach out to pick me up, and as I hung him like this, he walked straight into the house and broke my hands and threw me in the bed.
No pity at all.
And he rolled two laps on the bed, and I picked up a tape of light fabric and threw it into his arms, and it was perfectly natural to say, “…were together.” I’m sorry.
Song Zhensheng took it completely unconsciously, looking at the fabric in his hand, and his face was red.
My face was innocent: “I can’t touch cold water, you don’t know.” I’m sorry.
Hold it and hold it.
He’s still turning around and walking in the yard.
“Song Jinsheng. I’m sorry.
I got up by the book, got him. Turning to the page that was folded last night, I did not forget to remind him, “The left hand thing, don’t wash it with me. I’m sorry.
Wrinkled, I’m serious.
“Well, I don’t like it. I’m sorry.
“Shu Qi!”
Song Qiansheng turned his back, and he spreads red red on his neck, looking to me with no confidence: “Are you ashamed?” I’m sorry.
Huh?
Is that anger?
I turned my head and looked at the light blue fabric on his left hand.
“In fact…
“I prefer your triangle. I’m sorry.
Although he’s wearing this style, it’s probably a little uncomfortable.
But what does it matter to me?
5
Song Jin-sheng has been ignoring me for three days.
Although he’s still like a mother and he’s left to serve me with tea and water.
He’s standing in the yard, like a little tree.
I’ve had so many in-depth exchanges with him, and I know, of course, that the triangulation of bitter tea is a bit embarrassing.
Thought here I licked my lips.
A little morbid.
So We called out to him: “Song Zhensen. I’m sorry.
Song Qianxian turned around and left.
This time he went straight out the door.
I squeezed, walked slowly to the door, looked outside, and he was gone.
I didn’t go back, I turned around to the next yard.
The girl with two little braids, who was lying on top of the stool doing homework, looked me up and saw me coming, and her eyes flashed. I’m sorry.
Song Zhengsheng must have thought he wouldn’t play with me and I could find someone else. Just a few days after he refused to talk to me, I had established a deep friendship with my neighbor’s little girl, Lorraine.
She likes to play with me.
Sure.
It’s all when Song Xian is gone.
It’s been hot lately, but it’s watery and thick, far cooler than S.
She’s doing her homework pretty well, and she’s meeting her friends this afternoon to step on the beach and pick up the leeches and see me alone, bored and took me with her.
On the beach?
Sounds like fun to me.
I accept the invitation and would like to join you.
I spent the afternoon with my little friends.
We went through all the rocks in the shallows, caught a bucket of crabs and picked up a boat’s head of lurp.
Come home in the evening and meet me in Song’s anger.
He stood in front of the door, and his face was blue, and his eyes were filled with tears.
“Shu Qi!”
I walked through him with two lotus flowers, and my skirt gravitated over his calves, and put them in the cask, and I said, “Why?” I’m sorry.
Song Zheng-sheng’s face became even more ugly in a moment, but his tone calmed down: “Why don’t you just run away?” You know, I was looking for you all afternoon. I’m sorry.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Because you ran, you ran, I ran.
“Oh,” understated, “Oh,” and I kept sticking in the leaves.
Song Zhen was suddenly angry.
He pulled his wrist into the room before he could fit it, fell into the house and fell into the bed.
I looked at Song’s face, and I jumped and did not hesitate to climb into the corner of the bed.
But Song Zhen was faster.
He held my ankle and pulled me back.
With his hands on my wrists, his knees against my legs, and his voice filled with anger: Do you know what happens when someone is kidnapped? Do you want to be chained in the basement or become a reproductive machine? I’m sorry.
I twisted my body and found myself trapped by him.
I wanted to tell him, “I’m a grown man with my own judgment,” but it turned into “what it is to you.”
Song Zheng was laughed, and he nodded his head and said, “You are so good. I’m sorry.
The sight turned passively, and Song Zheng turned me over in a violent way, even before I could react.
“Pop…”
The cold and the pain go from behind to the brain.
Two successive times.
This should be the first time I’ve been beaten in my life.
I didn’t think the guy who hit me would be Song Jinsheng.
He’s too strong for me. I kept my mouth shut and I refused to ask him for forgiveness.
His slaps were fast and hard, and he wouldn’t stop.
Until I finally became in pain and cried out his name: “Song Zhensheng is really in pain.” I’m sorry.
The sound was filled with tears.
I don’t want to cry at all.
But it hurts too much, I can’t help it.
Song Zhensheng’s slaps stopped and his wrist was loose and I was free to move again.
The fire in the back, my eyes closed, I slowly stretched my hand behind my back, shuddered and touched the tip of my buttocks, and it hit my brain.
Tears were dripping on the sheets.
Song Qiansheng means nothing, and I am angry and afraid, and I’m tearing it apart and I’m not going to see him: “You get out of here, I don’t want to see you now! I’m sorry.
The acoustic gas, it’s not a threat.
But Song Zheng was really gone.
He left without saying a word.
I cried even more. Crying sounds, I feel much better.
No dinner tonight.
But I’m too sleepy, crying and I don’t know when I’ll fall asleep.
Six.
The next day I woke up and it was bright.
I smell the smell of my body, the smell of my sweat, the smell of my strong ointment, and it smells weird. I was wrinkled, and I took my clothes and went to the poor bathroom.
Song Qiansheng is not here, but the bath water is ready.
I didn’t say no.
After all, it seemed to him that I would never let anyone down…
Of course, I do not deny that it is true.
The pain is still stubborn, and I’ve taken a twisted bath and finally felt much better. While breakfast was on the table when the hair was polished, Song Zhen was still missing.
I laughed.
You want to be a field snail?
He’s asking for some consolation. I haven’t said yes yet.
My parents are businessmen, they’re the best.
I’m one of their species.
When I first took a bath, I thought clearly that it was me who took it off yesterday, but I couldn’t take it for nothing, and he had to pay for it.
Thinking about it, I’ve got a sulk in my heart.
Song Jin-shin dared to beat me and was so ashamed.
I kept rubbing my hair like I didn’t see anything, and I ran into the house and shut the door.
If you don’t eat his food, it’s my declaration of war.
For these two days We took his bathing water and wore his laundry, but did not eat his food nor communicate with him.
It’s not gambling.
This is my strategy against him.
Song Zhensheng must be extreme about him.
Or approach him and leave him nowhere to escape, then He will cool him down, and he will be dealt with with in his way.
Just be with the eagle.
Song Zheng cares about me, that’s what I’m trying to do.
Although my stomach may suffer, the effect is clear.
Song Zhensheng is the first to sit down.
The evening after I refused to eat, he finally appeared before my eyes.
“Hew. I’m sorry.
He had a bowl of porridge in his hand, and he endured anger: “Do you want to starve yourself?” I’m sorry.
I was lying on my back to Song Zhensheng, lying on my side of the bed, thinking of his words as an earful. Quiet in the house, and there was only me and his breath, a relief, a rush.
For a long time, the sound of Song Jin-sheng was again heard in the room.
“Hew. I’m sorry.
His voice was light, and I heard him say, “You have won, Xu Qi.” I’m sorry.
I turned over and lay down in bed.
There was a response, but not much.
When Song Zheng saw me like this, he gave up and struggled, and asked himself, “What do you want?” I’m sorry.
And I’m in the dark, and I’m like, “What do you want?” I’m sorry.
The silence is silent, Song Zheng is nodding.
“Yes. “What you want, I give. I’m sorry.
I turned over again, lying by my bed, and I said, “I’m sorry!” I’m sorry.
“…sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m barely satisfied with my shoulder, and my voice is flat: “Breathe me, I’m already starving. I’m sorry.
This is completely different from what I thought.
I was going to hang him for a while and make a deal with him, but I was so hungry I couldn’t hold on to the cold.
No way. People are iron rice and steel.
Hungry for two days, that’s my limit.
Soong Zhen was holding his lips tight and he fed me with anger: “Don’t you know to go to the kitchen and eat something?” I’m sorry.
“I’m not going!”
And I swallowed a great porridge, and my tone was bitter and stubborn: “I would never bend my neck for five crumbs, even if I were hungry.” I’m sorry.
Remembering once again that terrible beating of myself, now I see Song Jin-shin is angry: “I am still angry, Song Jin-sheng, how can you be so bad to me!” I’m sorry.
“You disobeyed first. I’m sorry.
Song Zhensheng wiped my mouth for me: “It’s also a bad attitude.” I’m sorry.
“You can’t hit me ass! “I’m an adult, no one can do this to me, neither can you! I’m sorry.
Thinking about it, I’m going to say, “…of course, it’s okay to be a little bit of you and me, but in the interests of fairness, I’m going to call back. I’m sorry.
“Shu Qi!”
Song Zheng was angry again: “Shut up!” I’m sorry.
It sucks.
I’m just kidding. Song Zheng-sheng doesn’t have any sense of humor.
Eating and drinking, Song Zhen went to wash the dishes.
He moves fast, and when I get out of the shower, he’ll be ready. And now I have recovered my old senses, lying down on my bed, and I cry out with all due respect: “Som Zhensheng!” I’m sorry.
He came and said, “Why?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, nothing. I’m sorry.
I naturally lifted up my pyjamas and made him sound: “Come quickly and rub me. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng was able to close his eyes very quickly and his forehead was flaccid.
“Huh, Hyah, Hyah!”
He whispered my name in his teeth, full of anger and warnings.
Zip, fake.
He doesn’t know how many times he’s touched these two days.
But I didn’t keep teasing him.
After all, it’s only 19 years old. It’s bad for your health.
“All right, all right, all right. I’m sorry.
“My man, can you blow my hair?” I’m sorry.
Song Yi-Sheng finally dropped his hand.
Maybe he’s a little upset because of the shame.
“Hew. I’m sorry.
He came to me with the wind and he whispered, “Stand down! I’m sorry.
I’m “Oh,” hold his waist.
“Shu Qi!”
7
Life in Entown is slow.
I’ve been here for two weeks, and I’m going to be a little restless when I leave.
It’s so sad to have the little black dog at home, the little girl’s eyes red.
Outside the window, she waved her little hand: “Little Sister, I’ll miss you!” I’m sorry.
The car’s gone, I’m a little sad.
Turning around and looking at Song Zheng, he felt a bit comforted and could still come with him.
Same as when I came.
Over half of China, Song and I returned to S.
The next day, my parents were back.
Last time I saw them, it was New Year’s, they flew back to S., at home for a short night meal, and the next day they flew away.
For them, the cause is far more meaningful than the family.
It’s probably the normal business union. Rather than being a couple, it is more like a bedmate, with a fixed date to solve a physical problem, and the rest of the time to achieve personal value.
My marriage with Song Zhensheng is not necessarily unaffected by them.
It’s just that Song Jin-sheng is not as drunk as his father’s and sees work as the most important thing in life. I don’t have the skills and skills of a mother to be a good leader.
I couldn’t understand until I was 13.
After 13, I couldn’t understand, but I started to adapt.
It’s probably because Song Xianxian is here.
Mom said I wasn’t the focus of her life, and Dad wouldn’t give up his career for me, just because they were at that stage.
I said, I can’t have nothing. You need someone to stay with.
So she and Dad found Song Zhengsheng as my 13th birthday present.
So Song Jin-sheng, it belongs to me.
He should be mine.
And remember this, at the table, my hand covered with Song’s back, but he caught me without moving.
He scratched his hand for a warning.
Song Zheng was born in front of my parents, in a terrible manner, but not at all. They can’t see anything but work.
However, Song Zhensheng’s efforts to remain undisturbed are so delicious.
I couldn’t stand it. I started to get in.
The left leg was on the right leg, and I reached out to the toe and grabbed his calve. My finger slipped out of his hand while he was loose.
Song Zheng’s face is red and red.
I didn’t even look at it. I’m happy.
It’s clearly a four-person meal that only Song Zhensheng suffers.
It’s his mind too sensitive.
That’s why he felt inappropriate when I came into his room this afternoon.
But I don’t care if it’s right. The more Song wants me out, the more I get.
I pushed him to the bed.
Hold Song Qiansheng around his neck, and my voice softens down, with a few words: “Song Qianjin, hold me.” I’m sorry.
Song Qiang hesitated for a moment, tied his hands and held my waist in vain.
Actually, I know he’s soft or not hard.
It doesn’t look so good to me, but it feels good to try it once in a while.
He looked down and looked at Song Xian’s face, and the young eyebrow was green and the line was cold. His lips are light, and his lips look good.
I was close to Song Zhensheng, but he escaped.
That’s so sweet.
I held his face and began to paint, “Don’t worry, kiss you, I’m responsible for you.” I’m sorry.
“What are you responsible for?” I’m sorry.
I thought about it and said, “Marriage of course!” I’m sorry.
Song Qiang’s face is even worse, and he wrinkles his head: “Shu Qi, getting married in your eyes is such a casual thing.” I’m sorry.
I was hung up a little bit, and I hit a straight ball, “…you’re in trouble? I’m sorry.
Song Zhong was born with tight lips.
A moment later, he whispered, “The knot.” I’m sorry.
And I fell down from him, and lay on the bed, lo! come on, I will not be able to move. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng slowly leaned over and touched my lips.
His eyes fainted at a moment, and I blinked and cried out: “Song Zhen.”
Wake up, he’s got deep eyes, he’s back.
I’ve got fireworks in my head, and I’m getting weirder. When my tongue hurts, I wake up and look at Song’s eyes.
I’m like, “What’s going on?” I’m sorry.
People above the line of sight licked their lips, and there was no youthful air in their eyes, replacing them with heavy turds.
“It’s me.”
And the sound of his ears, two words, simple and simple, crushed me easily. My toes shrunk, and I was ashamed of almost burning.
I closed my eyes and refused to communicate with him when I remembered what I had done to him these days.
But Song Zhen was in trouble, and he caressed my cheek with his fingertips and kept rubbing my eyebrows.
When you start talking again, there’s light thoughts in your voice.
Long time no see Mrs. Song. I’m sorry.
8
Song Jin-sheng is back too.
This is really not good news for me.
Worse still, he remembers very clearly how I used to play with the 19-year-old Song Zheng by having a memory after 10 years.
It’s too embarrassing.
He has always been the one who took the initiative between me and him, and I am responsible for what I say.
I’m sitting with him at both ends of the room, and I’m not saying anything.
It’s too shabby to sit, yet Song Zheng opened his mouth and easily pierced my disguise.
And when his eyes were lifted, he said, “You like me. I’m sorry.
“You’re lying! “I stood up from my chair and cried out, “I don’t like you! I’m sorry.
“You just like me. I’m sorry.
Song Jin-sheng’s voice is light, but he’s certain.
I ran into him in anger and cried out in his ear, “Who likes you?” You like me better! I’m sorry.
Song Zhengsheng suddenly reached out and held me around in his lap: “Well, I like you. I’m sorry.
I’m so dumb and I’m so blushing.
Song Xian-sheng, 29 years old, is a real pain in the ass.
It’s the first time he ever said to me, I like you.
I cannot remain indifferent.
Suddenly I felt so frustrated, I covered my eyes and my nose was sore, “Why didn’t you tell me now, Son-san? I’m sorry.
‘Cause I’m low, Xu Yi. I’m sorry.
Song Qiang’s chin was born against my shoulder, and his voice was low: “You’re a small peacock, I’m a muddy mountain. How dare you say I like you.” I’m sorry.
“What if a peacock likes mud? I’m sorry.
The sound of my voice is shaking, and my heart is stifling like a tide: “Is there no right for a peacock to like mud?” I’m sorry.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
The voice of Song Zheng was rarely tender once, and he took away my hand with my eyes and rubbing my tears gently: “I just can’t think that such a princess would like someone like me.”
“I’m sorry.
“Song Zheng was not brave enough to tell you that he liked you and didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry.
He’s too stubborn, I’m too proud.
When they were young, no one would say the words “I like you” except that he did not love me and I did not love him.
But the lust of possession in the bones keeps encouraging me.
It’s my Song Xianxian.
He can only belong to me.
So I got married in my first year of high school and forced him to get a marriage certificate.
Then he gambled with him for ten years.
On purpose, he pretended not to like him, deliberately called him by the word bedmate, deliberately travelled around and left without a word of hello.
Until the tenth anniversary of the marriage.
Late in the night, he drove from south to north of the city, and in the rain, a lost truck hit his head.
That was our anniversary.
It’s my birthday too.
The co-pilot was making his own birthday cake.
The trunk was covered with carefully chosen roses.
Song Zhensheng, who was lying in the ICT, had been wearing a wedding ring for 10 years.
Everyone’s saying he loves me.
I don’t believe it.
He won’t even smile at me.
Where does he like me?
Where do you love me?
But I saw the picture in his wallet, the wallpaper on his mobile phone and the tattoo on his heart.
I saw everything he knew.
Song Jin-sheng is really bad. He never told me that he did so much. So I’m dying to see him in a pipe.
If he doesn’t wake up, I’m no different from the widow.
At this point, I finally remember why I returned 10 years ago.
“Song Chang-sheng, I like you. I’m sorry.
And I cried with Song Zhen’s neck: “Wake up, I will not be a widow.” I’m sorry.
The scene began to distort, and I knew it was a precursor to the break-up of the external connection, with the last eye on Song Zhensheng and his lips closing.
My tears are broken again.
He’s saying…
“I love you, Po.”
9
Wake up again when I’m in bed.
The instrument that connects me and Song Zhensheng has disappeared and was replaced by a glass wall.
I didn’t actually go back 10 years.
Song Zhong was hit in the brain and badly injured, and the doctor said that he would lie in bed for the rest of his life if he did not wake up.
I am so glad that the past decade has been a very rapid development of medicine.
They connected my brain waves to Song Zhensheng, trying to make me look for his consciousness in Song Zheng’s mind and awaken him with spiritual control.
Before that, Mom and Dad sent me a video from a distance, asking me to keep an eye on my body and downplay the area.
I haven’t seen them in almost three years.
I’m used to it, but I can’t get used to it without Song Xian-sheng behind me, and I signed my own treatment.
Even if I knew, my mental health would be affected.
Now I wake up without knowing if I have succeeded. Looking at Song Zheng’s side face, my tears flow down my cheeks.
I hate tears.
When I cried, I suddenly saw Song’s eyelashes vibrating, holding my breath unconsciously, and I saw his eyes opening slowly and then turning to me.
And he reassured me silently: I came back, and did not weep. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and cried worse.
10
Six months later, Song Xian was discharged.
He recovered quickly, walking like a man in a car accident. I went back and started with him for 10 years.
We set out in detail the ten counts of him, and sat on his lap with violence, forcing him to confess guilt.
He still hasn’t said much, but he’s better than before.
He was either watching me say nothing or going to bed to answer.
Really annoying.
Even if he’s wearing a triangle, I can’t just forgive him.
“You never said you liked me. Apologize immediately! I’m sorry.
“I like you. I’m sorry.
“You didn’t say you loved me. Apologize! I’m sorry.
“I love you. I’m sorry.
“You called me by name and name. I don’t like it. Apologize! I’m sorry.
“You’ve been my boy for over a decade, Mrs. Song. I’m sorry.
Song Zhensheng’s attitude is so good that I’ve been talking.
But I was angry at him, and I strangled him, “I’m not wrong, it’s your fault!” I’m sorry.
“It’s all my fault. I’m sorry.
And Song Zheng carried me in my arms, and groaned in the low, “It’s a peacock, and when he was proud, his tail was too tall. I’m sorry.
“I am not a peacock! I’m sorry.
“Well, not little peacocks. I’m sorry.
In his ever cold and hard-blooded eyes, he was about to infiltrate a few laughters, and his voice became soft and soft and heard my ears red.
“It’s a hyena. I’m sorry.
“It’s Song Jin-shin who’s been in love for 15 years. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
