Take your niece out, meet her ex-boyfriend.
“You’re married? I’m sorry.
“Just leave the child to me. I’m sorry.
And a moment of silence, and he was grotesque: “Then wish you a good man soon.” I’m sorry.
We said: “By your good will. I’m sorry.
Two months later, he was drunk and blocked in front of my house: “I like to get divorced.” I’m sorry.
“It’s better to take the baby.” I’m sorry.
One.
Five times in ten days.
I crashed.
To hide from my brother and help with the kids.
The niece is just two years old, and a man’s name is sweet and sweet.
Sunshine, I took her to the park.
I met my ex.
Three years missing, he seems handsome again.
I looked at my fat body and turned my head.
And he said, “How do you do?” I’m sorry.
I made it look like it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.
As I was prepared to be ridiculed and made fat and ugly, he kept his mouth shut, just staring at sweets.
“You married? I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
They say girls look like aunts.
“Just leave the child to me. I’m sorry.
Noboa looks worse.
The atmosphere gradually cooled to the point of ice.
And a moment of silence, he looked to me, and he was dark, and he was murky, and he was murky, and he said, “Then wish you an early man of truth. I’m sorry.
I will not be weak: “Take your good news. I’m sorry.
I’ll go when I’m done.
Hold on to the baby and get out of the world.
It’s probably just “Mother.”
Two.
At night, my mom came after my brother.
“If you don’t go home, I’ve arranged for you to meet you downstairs at the restaurant across from your brother’s block. I’m sorry.
I disagree. My mom started acting.
“How dare you leave so early, my daughter won’t listen to me, or I’ll go with you…”
I:
I gave in.
The date is normal.
Not only normal, but handsome.
But I’m not normal anymore.
I said, “I have a child who is two years old. I’m sorry.
Dude.
“Is it cute?” I’m sorry.
Two seconds of silence, “Cute.” I’m sorry.
Then he started talking about the children, and he was very happy to add my tweets.
I:
This handsome guy is not normal either.
In the end, he sent me to my brother’s neighborhood to leave.
As soon as I turned my head, I saw the sauna.
“You followed me?” I’m sorry.
“Whoever can think of seeing you on the way home? I’m sorry.
So he lives in this neighborhood.
I’m humming.
And he looked to the good-looking man in the direction of his departure and asked, “Who is that?” I’m sorry.
I’m not really obliged to explain it to him.
But for some reason, I said, “The ex-husband. I’m sorry.
It’s been a while.
And the evening of the summer night was cool, and he looked at me and suddenly asked, “How old are your children?” I’m sorry.
I don’t understand: “Two years old. I’m sorry.
“So you married him when you broke up with me? I’m sorry.
In time, it seems.
“There’s no way to get married. I’m sorry.
The eyes are colder.
“They’re divorced. See you again? I’m sorry.
I lied more and more: “All for the children.” I’m sorry.
“You can’t find the Grinch Man. Want to rekindle? I’m sorry.
I don’t like that.
“Don’t worry, I put my ex in the trash. I’m sorry.
It also includes the sauna.
Of course he heard me say something, he looked at me, he was trying to say something, he suddenly looked up behind me.
I looked back at him.
I’ve seen my “ex-husband” running back.
“Mom, let’s watch the movie tomorrow night.” I’m sorry.
“Brother, you’ve been put in the trash. I’m sorry.
Dude:
I:
3
I pulled the handsome guy at 100 meters.
“I didn’t mean to put you in a trash can.”
“That’s the father of the child.” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“Yes, he was the one who gave me a kiss.” I’m sorry.
I confess to my mistake in advance, fearing the Quilta’s lies: “I lied to him that I was divorced and you were my ex-husband. I’m sorry.”
For two seconds, the good-looking man had a good time with his chest: “This man is not worthy of being a father. Don’t worry, I’ll be your ex-husband. I’m sorry.
And then he was shy: “The thing about the movie…”
I’m “mmm-hmm.”
Looking at the back of a handsome man leaving…
Where the hell did my mom pull this unusual human from?
By the time we get back, Kisaka is gone.
The summer wind blows in the face, it’s a little cold.
When I lay down at night playing with my cell phone, I got a text message…
When did you get married?
I’m not talking.
After all these years, Kisaka won’t worry about my cell phone number?
I: What?
He didn’t return.
I made up a day.
It’s very dignified to have two months after we broke up.
He didn’t come back.
Are you kidding me?
Turn around and get ready for bed. The phone’s on.
Quail: There were fewer cinemas during the epidemic.
I’m sorry.
Q: The last show was a piece of crap.
Quest: It’s a waste of life to see.
I mean, what do you care?
It took a while across the street.
Kibo: If the neighborhood is sealed, I’ll report you first.
I:
4
It’s been a few years.
Before we were together, I was a little scared of him.
He’s the lawn of our college.
He’s tall and he doesn’t laugh, he’s half-eyed, he’s got his lips in a straight line, and he’s got a feeling he doesn’t get angry.
I got involved with him because of a rumor.
I don’t know where it came from, said he was in love with me.
Because of this rumor, the sauna found me.
It was the first morning after the rain, when the burning sun came into the classroom, and the sail knocked on the table, and I should speak up.
I thought he was to be held accountable and to explain, “I, I don’t know where the rumors came from, I…”
“This rumor is true. “Be my girlfriend.” I’m sorry.
I stunned for about ten seconds.
Stupid nod.
With so much Mary Sue, it’s so mean to break up.
Then I studied, he worked, we were busy.
Plus my dad’s sick, I run in hospitals and schools.
I didn’t tell him.
He was busy with a project, and he couldn’t reach anyone.
The pressure got to the top, I mentioned breaking up.
We’re not answering, we’re not answering.
I don’t see anything.
He finally sent a text message — hoping for your life.
I haven’t been in touch.
Proud as he is, that’s the limit.
Then my dad died and I had a little regret.
If that was the time to be honest, maybe it wouldn’t have broken up.
Let’s just say we have a destiny.
5
The next day, I pushed the “ex-husband”‘s film.
And very curiously ask my mom.
Why hasn’t he been kidnapped?
Yuga…
My mother said to us, “He seems to like children especially, asking if he wants to have them, but I think you should accept them.” I’m sorry.
I:
It turns out I’m not normal anymore.
Because of the epidemic, my little company that I had worked for closed down.
My mom’s not well, and she’s worried she won’t take care of me, so she forced me to marry someone.
But you can’t talk about love.
That’s what I said.
I walked around with sweets, deliberately forgiving the distance.
As a result, the air sails were encountered.
I:
He stopped in front of me, didn’t speak, didn’t leave.
“Don’t you work?” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m a single mother now.
“Unemployed, full-time children. I’m sorry.
I’m like, “So I can only hope to find someone honest.” I’m sorry.
An accident with a frown looked at me for a while without turning back.
Then go.
At night, a long-lost university chief suddenly contacted me.
Ask me if I need a job.
He then sent me company information, job requirements, pay entitlements, etc.
I can’t believe I’m meeting my demands.
The next day I dropped my resume.
Interviews were announced shortly and successfully conducted.
Two days on the job, just in time for a small sector dinner.
I intend to take this opportunity to get to know my colleagues and follow them.
The place of the meal is not far from the company.
Just sitting down, listening to a few female colleagues.
“R & D is here for dinner. I’m sorry.
“Is the handsome manager here? I’m sorry.
“Come on, I see him. I’m sorry.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
At the beginning of the dinner, the topics of female colleagues ranged from handsome men to families to children.
I’m so excited to listen.
Don’t want to join.
Just drink.
They suddenly led the subject to me.
Moo, are you married? I’m sorry.
I was just going to say, “Unmarried, single dog.”
There was a sudden noise behind him.
I look back and I see the sauna.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Mr. Kee, are you here?
Manager?
That handsome manager, isn’t he?
But he wasn’t at this company, did he?
I got the answer from the stars.
A few minutes later, women colleagues returned to me.
“Did you just say you were married? I’m sorry.
“I have a two-year-old daughter who is so cute. I’m sorry.
“Really?”
The woman said, “What about your husband?” I’m sorry.
I:
I know she wasn’t mean.
But I’m a single mother!
The air is so cold.
I feel the sauna watching me.
I licked my lips and reached out to the glass, “He…”
I’ll hold the glass first.
I’m unconscious.
The sails are staring at me, and it’s dark.
“Don’t drink, get hurt. I’m sorry.
Six.
The air was quiet for two seconds.
“Yes, the foam, you drink less wine.” I’m sorry.
It’s like nothing happened, turning around with other colleagues.
He’s got a special attitude towards me, as you can see.
But no one would ask.
Quietly, the sails are out.
I’m relieved.
Keep listening to women colleagues.
Party’s over, I’m gonna take a cab back.
I saw the sails waiting at the door.
“I’ll take you back. I’m sorry.
A female colleague finally couldn’t stand it: “Do you know him?” I’m sorry.
I was just about to answer, first by the sauna.
“We live in a neighborhood. I’m sorry.
Then I was dragged away by the sails in a state of surprise or in a state of truth.
I drank a lot of wine, and my legs were soft.
Zilong follows behind the Zilong sail.
He drove here, but he didn’t drink.
Get in the car and the Qi sail hasn’t moved for a long time.
“Why don’t you go?” I asked.
The light came into the car, and he had a slightly cold and dark side.
It took him a while.
“I thought you were doing well. I’m sorry.
My heart beats.
“I’m fine. I’m back.
Kisaka didn’t answer.
I put my head on my seatbelt and I heard a sigh on my side.
Drunk and dizzy.
The nose is suddenly a little sour.
“Ho Moo. Que san called me.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Take care of yourself. I’m sorry.
I tighten my lips.
“I will. I’m sorry.
The new company is close, and I’ve been living at my brother’s for a while and I’m ready to look for a house.
It left me in front of the district and drove to the underground parking lot.
When I got back, I had a little fun with Sweets.
I’m in bed, I’m staring at my phone screen, and I’m a mess.
I think I’m having a bad time.
Also, a single mother of a divorced child does seem to have a normal civil life.
I suddenly regretted saying sweetness was my daughter.
So why would you say that?
I buried my face in a pillow.
Maybe I didn’t want him to know that I’d never fallen in love with anyone for years.
7
I quickly adapted to the new company.
R & D isn’t on the same floor as us.
But it’s not impossible.
Especially when I live in a neighborhood with Kisaka.
Occasionally, I either pretend I can’t see or say hi.
Carve cold into the bones.
At the same time, my “ex-husband” Yuka began to draw a sense of existence.
Ask me for dinner, a movie or something.
I’m afraid my mom’s going to arrange another date.
I promised.
It is inevitable that when you’re with Yuga, you will see the sails.
Like right now.
I really want to pretend I can’t see.
But Yuga is stupid.
When I saw the sanctuaries, the alarm bells were blown up, and the feathers were raised like a cock.
I:
Your ex-husband is too professional.
The sails are parked in front of us.
Look at Yuga, look at me.
“No more trash cans? I’m sorry.
Yuja:
I:
It’s not over, is it?
I consciously pushed Yu Jia, “Why don’t you go back? I’m sorry.
Yuga’s face is confused.
“I have something to say to him. I’m sorry.
Yu Jia’s lips are on his lips, and the place of his suffering is nodded.
Step back and forth.
“Brothers, add a little faith.” I’m sorry.
I:
“What?”
“Recognize.” I’m sorry.
Yuka, this fool, is very co-opted to light up a two-dimensional code.
After the addition, he again left with difficulty.
I:
After Yuga left, I was like, “Is it not good to ask my ex-husband to believe? I’m sorry.
I’m not sure if I’m going to do this.
“Is this really your ex-husband? I’m sorry.
My heart beats.
“Why not?”
“Looks like a single person. I’m sorry.
“We’re divorced. Of course he’s single. I’m sorry.
Kisaka didn’t answer.
The air is silent at once.
“Ho Moo. He looked up, “Is it not good to find someone who loves you?” You have to get involved with your ex-husband who wants to be single? I’m sorry.
Tired?
I don’t like that.
“You think I want to? I don’t know, “I can’t afford it alone. I have to ask my father. I’m sorry.
It’s been a while.
The more I say it, the more I say it, the more I say it, the more I say it, the more I say it, and the more I say it, the more I say it. I’m sorry.
“My daughter, 28, with a child.
“It’s not too much to ask. I’m sorry.
Zilong looked at me.
Nothing. Turn your head.
At night, I thought I’d end up eating crap like a man.
But the fact that he added Yu Ka Weissin made me very upset.
So I found Yuga.
We said, “Did he give you any credit?”
Yuga just threw a screenshot.
The exchange of names between the two persons after the exchange of information.
Don’t worry, I won’t tell him anything.
Not worried about that.
For a long time, I’ve been searching for micro-mails with the sauna cell number.
The application was sent.
It didn’t last two seconds.
Chat box shows “The other side is entering…”
But after two minutes, he didn’t send a message.
I said, “What are you doing with Yu Jia?”
This is a quick return.
Kibo: Build a group.
I:
Scandal: The group is called the Garbagers’ Union.
Kibo: Look how many can pull.
I want you to push me if you miss something.
I:
8
Life has not changed because I re-added the wiss of the sauna.
It’s work, cards, work, work.
In the midday break, several women colleagues chatted.
“Tell me something. I saw the R & D sails at Mother and Child’s. I’m sorry.
I got ears up.
“He has children? Aren’t you married?”
“Who knows how many unmarried children we have, and we don’t know if they’re married. I’m sorry.
“Yes, too. I’m sorry.
I’m so confused.
He… has kids?
Never heard of it.
And remember, I have never cared about his private affairs since I met him again.
Married, had no children.
I don’t know.
The woman colleague asked me, “Mom, you two are not a district. Do you know what’s going on? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
I spent the whole day in chaos.
After work, I stood by the door for a while.
And the summer breeze was cold, and We looked up to the towers of the fire, and a kind of accursed sour in the heart.
I didn’t realize that until then.
I’m a complete stranger with Kisaka.
At night, Kisaka suddenly came to me on Twitter.
What building is your house?
Of course I won’t.
I: What?
GL: There’s something for you.
I may have just been sad, but I don’t even have the strength to ask what it is to meet him directly in the middle of the fountain.
When he arrived in his nightgown, he found the sauna dressed like a dog.
“You just got off work?”
He nods his head.
Well, that’s a bad leadership.
That’s when I noticed he was carrying two big bags.
“This is what you’re gonna give me? I’m sorry.
He gave it to me for a second. It was very weird.
I’m coming through with a shadow.
Open it up, it’s milk powder, paper diapers and stuff.
I:
He scratched his head.
There’s another cough.
“There’s plenty at home. I’m sorry.
Home…
More?
What a child!
9
“The sanctuaries. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“Are you not married?”
He’s a whiff.
“None. I’m sorry.
And I laughed: “I thought you were a man of the rules. I’m sorry.
– What?
I’ll turn my head and go.
I was wrong. He’s not married.
Isn’t the next step to be a wed?
“How do you feel about this?” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
He seemed very confused, and it took him a while to say, “Yu Jia has been single for a long time and is no longer fit to be a father. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
That’s what you tell me?
I’m laughing again.
“So you’re a good father? I’m sorry.
Que san.
The expression began to become very unnatural.
I didn’t think much, I just felt bad.
And look up to the sails, and say, ‘You are right.’ I’m sorry.
It’s perfect. I’m sorry.
“Absolutely fit. I’m sorry.
After all, it’s a kid’s dad.
How could it not be?
Then, in the sight of my eyes, the sails turned their heads, and their eyes trembled.
His ears are red.
10
I:
You’re blushing in a teapot!
I didn’t mean to compliment you!
What a super self-love!
I’ll turn my head and go.
At night, when I lay down, the more I wanted to get mad.
I’ve got a fake kid, and a real kid’s got a real kid in the end?
In that sense, I bet that sweetness is my daughter and that Yuga is my ex-husband.
Because of that, I was dazed the next day.
After work, leave with a few women colleagues.
When they came to the lobby, they talked, and the subject was once again drawn to the sauna.
“We seem to be on the air. I’m sorry.
“Not that he’s got kids, but he didn’t tell the truth? I’m sorry.
“Can a single person go to a mother and child store? Not necessarily. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but listen.
“He has children. I’m sorry.
People look back at me.
“He’s already a father. I would like to stress it again.
People looked behind me and their faces were stiff.
I’m unconscious.
I saw the sauna.
I:
Do you want to be so bloody?
The saloon is all over his face and his lips are all straight.
“Come with me.” I’m sorry.
There is a clear anger.
Is it because I publicly disclosed his privacy?
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
“Do I promise you?” I’m sorry.
I:
“I’m not the father of your child. I’m sorry.
I said, “What are you talking about?”
“That’s what you mean. Say I’m a good dad, a good dad, a good dad. What? You can’t find him. You’re going through the trash? I’m sorry.
I’m full of questions.
“You can’t help but think too much.” I thought you had kids. I mean, you’re fit to be your kid’s dad. I’m sorry.
The face of Kisaka is just like me.
“Where did I come from?” He said, “You gave me birth? I’m sorry.
I:
I said, “Have you no children?”
“No.” I’m sorry.
“How come you have diapers and powder in your house? I’m sorry.
It’s been a while.
Scratch your nose and twist it.
“Friends left in my house. I’m sorry.
I stopped.
I see.
He has no children.
I’m a lot less relaxed than he’s ever been.
Relax, I turned around and thought of something, stop.
I don’t know anything about him since we met again.
I suddenly wanted to know about him.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
Quail, look at me for a moment.
“None. His voice is a bit mute.
I said, “Oh, I’m going.”
He pulled his arm so hard.
I couldn’t figure it out.
“I have no girlfriend.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I’m sorry.
Eleven.
I don’t know what Qihang means.
I can’t tell you that.
Under the streetlight, his face seemed a little tedious.
For a moment, I had the illusion of going back years.
It’s like we’ve been together all along.
The cold wind blew, and I fought a cold, and I came back.
I looked down and shook my head.
Hold on to my arm.
It’s coming from a sarcasm.
And I was afraid to look up, and I listened, and said, “I know.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t sleep at night.
It’s a mess in your head. It’s a smirk in your head. It’s a long time ago.
Now it seems that the frustrations and sorrows of the break-up have stopped.
Instead, it becomes an inexplicable sour, dark waves and agitation in a corner of the heart.
It’s early in the morning and I can’t sleep.
Getting a glass of water in the living room and sitting on the couch.
I met her at night.
I’m a little embarrassed.
Moo, why aren’t you asleep? I’m sorry.
I snort, “Go to sleep. I’m sorry.
“Is there something on your mind?”
I didn’t respond.
“Can you tell me? I’m sorry.
I didn’t tell anyone about the sauna.
Even when I was in love, my parents just knew there was such a person, what he looked like, what his name was.
I licked my lips and I whispered, “Do you believe there’s a broken mirror in the world? I’m sorry.
She said, “The letter. I’m sorry.
“Why? Is it possible that the two of us can be separated, even if they’re together again, because of the harm they cause? I’m sorry.
“If we can be together again, it means that two people are still in love. What can you do with all that harm in front of love? I’m sorry.
I stopped.
She looked up to the ceiling, and her eyes were bright: “We’ll meet a lot of people in our lives, but there may be only one person who can really love each other.” So why don’t you try it bravely? Maybe you all have regrets and love each other. I’m sorry.
I said, “No, not me…”
“It’s late, go to sleep.” I’m sorry.
Sister-in-law’s words make me feel like I’m on top.
I fell asleep before I fell asleep.
I had a dream.
In the dream, it’s the evening of the sails that told me.
The sky is burning ordinary red.
I’ve always said “be my girlfriend” to a young man in the cold, he’s stiff and he’s got a weird look.
I looked at him, about ten seconds later, and I finally said yes.
The youths moved away from the sights and the eyelashes shivered.
His ears are red.
12
Because of my sister-in-law, I ask myself seriously.
Am I still in love with Qi Fan?
But the word “love” is too heavy, and I don’t know how to answer it.
It’s been a long time and there’s no answer.
In the meantime, I’ve been avoiding the sails.
Fearing that he might see the darkness of his heart.
But I haven’t figured it out yet. My mom called.
The connection was a cry from the East Lion, “You’ll be mad at me! You tell me where you got your two-year-old daughter! Who’s her father? I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’ve only told you this lie.
No, Yuka!
I swallowed my saliva and I was afraid to ask, “Did Yuga tell you? I’m sorry.
“If it wasn’t for him, how long would you have kept it from me? You’re 28 years old, can’t you save me some time and get the fuck home? I have to break your leg! I’m sorry.
It’s the fool who said it.
And I spat again, “Mom, I don’t have children. I lied to him with sweet pictures. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“What did you lie to him for? I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to have a blind date…”
As I was prepared to be scolded, there was a sudden noise of the “Ping-Ping-Pong-Pong” stinging.
And then quiet.
“Mom? What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
No answer on the other side.
The phone’s dead.
13
By the time I got to the hospital, my mom was already plastering.
Lie on the bed, a pale face.
I was relieved to see her life was in danger.
“Mom…”
“Don’t call me, I don’t have a daughter! I’m sorry.
I:
When I spoke to the attending, I knew that she was down the stairs, stomping and falling.
Fortunately, I didn’t fall on my head.
She was in bad health and suffered from osteoporosis, a fracture which was unknown for how long.
My brother paid for the clinic, and I walked in the hallway and turned back to the ward: “Mom, I’m sorry, I won’t lie anymore. I’m sorry.
My mom woke up a little red.
“If you don’t like it, you can refuse. Why do you lie about your daughter? This is a meeting with Yuka. If he’s a very considerate one, he doesn’t know how to discredit you out there. I’m sorry.
I sat by the bed, “Sorry, Mom, I know it’s wrong…”
She rubbed her hands in her eyes.
When my brother came back, we talked about it.
He’s busy at work, and she’s home looking after sweets. I’m the only one who’s busy and easy to take care of.
So I took a leave of absence from the leadership and stayed at the hospital to look after my mother.
Talk to my mother during the day and rent a chair at night.
After two days, my mom said she wanted apples.
I went out to buy it, and when I got back, there were more people in the room.
When I saw the face, I dropped the apple.
It’s a sauna.
My mother waved at me with her mouth shut: “Come on, Moo, it’s so nice to have your new company leader, and the employees take leave to mourn.” I’m sorry.
I’d love to tell my mother that he’s the leader.
We’re not in the same department!
I chose silence for that.
When I picked up the apples on the ground, I walked in cold and cold by the sails: “Why are you here?” I’m sorry.
“How can you talk to the leader? “Go and cut an apple for the leader.” I’m sorry.
I:
I said, “I…”
My mother was staring back before she said “no”.
I took a deep breath and picked up two apples to wash.
When I passed the sails, I heard a very light laugh.
I:
When I cut the apples, my mother was happy to talk to Kisaka.
I gave the apples to the sauna.
He’s got no pressure. He’s got it.
I sat down and listened to them.
My mom was a great man, and she could talk from 20 years ago to 20 years later.
I’m tired of hearing it. Pick up the kettle and go get some water.
Back at the door of the room, I heard my mom was talking about me.
“How’s our family doing at the new company?” I’m sorry.
“It’s good. I’m sorry.
I’ve been acting like I’m being weird before.
My mother lamented: “The smog has been hard for years, after her father was very sick, and she ran away from the hospital and the school. Her boyfriend was going to break up with her, and I’m sure her dad got sick, and then she…
“Mom! I’m sorry.
I went in and interrupted and scared my mom.
“It’s late. Don’t waste your leadership. I’ll take him back. I’m sorry.
My mom’s nodding.
The sight turned to the sails, and he looked forward, and he was a bit deviant and he didn’t know what to think.
I told him, “The manager. I’m sorry.
He’s repulsive.
Shall we go?
He got up and followed.
I turned around and was stopped.
“Ho Moo. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“The boyfriend your mother said was me? I’m sorry.
That’s what he’s asking.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s what she thinks. I’ll explain it to her when I get back. I’m sorry.
He was staring at me, and his lips were in a straight line: “So why didn’t you tell me? I’m sorry.
I avoided his sight: “It’s been so long…”
“Why?”
I did.
“You’re busy at work and don’t want to distract you, that’s all. I’m sorry.
The air is quiet down.
I look up slowly.
The sanctuaries are staring at me, and the tails are red.
I suddenly felt a bit dry.
“Is there something else you’re not telling me? I’m sorry.
I thought of sweetness.
Suddenly there was some regret.
There’s an impulse to explain it to him.
“Better not. “I’ll come back tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t ever.” I’m too busy to say, “My mom will be out of the hospital soon. I’ll be back at work in two days. I’m sorry.
Noboa looked at me in silence for a while.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
I’m relieved.
When I got back to the ward, my mom was staring at the ceiling.
When I came back, I grabbed my hand, “Mom.” I’m sorry.
I’ve got a goose bump, “Why? I’m sorry.
“Are you a single manager? I’m sorry.
I:
I said, “Mom, can you stop thinking about something that doesn’t exist? I’m sorry.
My mother said, “Yes, she’s young and handsome, and if she can look at you, it’s probably the old Ho’s grandfather’s grave. I’m sorry.
I:
I’m not talking.
What would my mom think if she knew that the boyfriend I broke up with was Kibo?
She might feel like her family’s grave was burned.
14
Last night at the hospital, I remembered a lot about the past.
I broke up with Kiyaka, but it’s a bit of a stupor.
I was busy with my graduate dissertation, and I had time to go to the hospital to see my dad.
Sometimes you want to feel your boyfriend’s tenderness, you’re more busy than I am.
On our third anniversary, we had a little rain.
He didn’t answer the call.
So I took a carefully chosen gift and moved downstairs to surprise him.
I’ll wait and see him walk out of the writing building with a pretty woman.
I’m all frozen.
I don’t know what Kisaka said to women, but they went out laughing.
I’m unconscious behind the flower jar.
The rain grew, and the asphalt fell on me, and soon it was wet.
Walk to the side of the road, and the sauna is quite gentlemanly to open the door for women.
He stood in the rain like he didn’t notice and watched the woman leave and turned back to the company.
Then my phone rings.
The call indicates that the sauna is.
I didn’t move.
I was standing in the rain, watching one phone call after another, and I never answered.
Last message: Where are you?
But my eyes are all focused on the words before that.
He said: I am in a meeting.
So, the meeting he was talking about was a joke to a pretty girl, and then saw her leave in the rain?
I suddenly felt a pain in the heart.
The pain and anxiety of the day rose to the extreme.
I don’t think I’ve ever told him about my dad’s serious illness since he’s busy.
The result was his neglect, his concealment, his diversion.
The screen is already blurry in the rain.
It’s cold with hot liquids.
I can’t even rub it.
It took me a long time to stand up and finally say, “Let’s break up.”
We’ll be back in a few minutes.
No call back.
I went to my school a few times and I hid in the dorm.
Last time I saw him from the window downstairs.
From dusk to late night.
The sky suddenly started to rain, and it hit the glass with a “blaze”.
The sails stood in the rain for a long time.
I’m still soft.
Even if he broke up, he wouldn’t have to catch a cold.
Bite your teeth and grab an umbrella and run downstairs.
I received a text message when I was about to push the gate of the dormitory building.
It’s the last thing I’ve got left.
He said: “I hope that you will survive.”
I stopped.
Raise his head, through the glass, through the rain curtain, and see the shadow of his departure.
The pride has done its best.
And I felt that moment so clearly…
We’re over.
Three years of emotion, one-off.
15
After my mom got out of the hospital, she moved into my brother’s house for convenience.
My brother found an aunt, so I got back to work.
It’s been a while since I got on duty.
Once back, however, the department head said nothing.
Working with dedication for a few days, just in time for the company’s annual celebration.
This time, unlike the last small dinner, the company arranged a hotel dining room.
It’s Friday when the crowd’s incendiary, people eat, drink, have fun and many people are drunk.
I didn’t drink much.
Since the last dinner, the phrase “Don’t drink, don’t hurt” appears to have been printed in my head, and whenever you touch a glass, it will be played automatically.
It’s not good to be involved without drinking.
I looked up and I saw the crowd wandering around.
There’s a lot of people. I can’t see where the sauna is.
We’ve only talked twice since I got back to work.
Once he asked my mom how she was doing, I said it was good.
Another time, he asked if it was sweet. I sent a picture.
It took a long time across the street.
I was silent for a while.
It’s because sweets look like my brother.
So I went back: More like Dad.
I don’t know where this is wrong.
No more saunas.
After that, we didn’t communicate.
Sometimes I met him at the company, and I wanted to say hello, and he hurried away.
I’m confused.
But it’s a stranger who’s done it. I shouldn’t have expected anything.
The anniversary is finally over.
Everybody pack up and leave.
When I was waiting for the car at the hotel, I suddenly heard someone calling me.
“Ho Moo. I’m sorry.
I turned back, and the neon was at the wrong intersection, and the sauna slowly came towards me.
He seems to have drunk a lot of wine, and his cheeks are red, and his eyes are full of understanding and confusion.
Put your fingers on your side, a little squirming the horns.
It’s a little thing he does when he’s nervous.
He looked to me and said, “Are you hiding something from me? I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
Last time he asked that question, I made a mistake.
Why this time?
Did you know sweetness wasn’t my daughter?
I coughed twice: “That’s not really a big deal, sweet her…”
Hold me so hard.
My brain is blank.
It’s strange but familiar and full of wine.
He held me tight, the palms were cold.
The sound was even shivering.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?
“You don’t trust me?
“It’s all my fault, Moo, I’m sorry…”
I:
What’s going on?
What’s the drunk talking about?
Until then, I realized how much saloon drank.
After that, he passed out.
I:
Finally, I found a couple of men who had not left before I joined forces to return the sauna.
Back home, I was a little worried.
Send a message to Kisaka.
Unexpectedly.
Asked those colleagues again, it was reassuring to learn that he had arrived home safely.
Lie in bed, I can’t sleep again.
The arms of Qi-shang are so familiar that, even when they are filled with alcohol, they remind me of many memories.
But what is he talking about?
What does that mean?
16
Saturday, a day off.
At night, while I was helping with cooking in the kitchen, I suddenly received some tweets about the sauna.
I’m at your door.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
If I don’t believe you, he sent another photo, which is my brother’s door.
How does he know where I live?
This stalker!
I: What do you want?
Come out.
I thought he was still gonna give me milk powder and piss and let him wait downstairs.
As a result, the door was pushed open and the sanctuaries stood outside the door.
Why is he still drunk?
No, he should just drink.
I close the door carefully and pull him down.
He suddenly leaned over and put me behind the wall.
Yesterday’s embrace was too sudden for me to feel at all.
Now, once again, he breaks a safe distance, two inches apart from his nose, breathes between his entanglements, and I can even see his tiny shivering lashes.
The cheek’s a little bit warmer.
It looked at me and it was amazing.
“I like to get divorced. I’m sorry.
He’s serious.
“It’s better to take the baby.” I’m sorry.
I:
What is this man talking about?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
So last night, he said I didn’t tell him earlier.
I couldn’t think about it, and I dragged him downstairs.
As a result, he was driven all the way to his house by the opposition.
Well, he’s drunk like this, so I’ll take it as a good thing and send him home safely.
When he got home, he sat on the couch.
I brought him a glass of water to put on the tea table and I’m leaving.
Just turned around and he grabbed the horn.
Moo. I’m sorry.
He called me.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“All these years, you’ve had a hard time alone with the kids. I’m sorry.
His voice trembled: “I am an asshole and I am not worthy of being a father…”
I:
I thought I could figure out what the “I didn’t tell him earlier” thing was.
“I’m sorry,” he almost cried.
I’m gonna break this passion in time.
“Sweet is my brother’s child. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
“She’s my niece. I’m sorry.
The air slowly calmed down.
I went on: “I told you I had just divorced, and the child was mine, and it was all a lie.” I’m sorry.
The air keeps quiet.
“So you don’t have children, and I haven’t kept them from you. I’m sorry.
The saloon slowly dazzles its eyes and it’s a bit dazzling.
And then, “Oh.”
It’s so peaceful.
Isn’t that sad enough?
Is that what he wants to be?
I licked my lips, and I was worried, “You’re okay…”
It’s not finished yet, and it’s been pulled.
Turning around, the sail presses me on the couch.
The dark eyes look to me, full of hot desire for possession.
“I have no children…”
And he whispered, and suddenly he fell down, and breathed into my ears, and his voice was made to make a sound.
“Then make us one. I’m sorry.
17
In the dark, the phone’s on.
My mom sent a message asking why I went out.
I looked around and slept on the past.
I don’t know if she believes me.
And finally, I just made up a reason — friends broke up to comfort her.
I don’t know if my mom believes it or not.
Good thing she didn’t keep asking.
Put the phone down, I stare at the ceiling and fall into my mind.
Noboa was so drunk tonight that he was stuck in front of my house saying “I like to get divorced” because he thought sweetness was his own child.
So he’s willing to be a catcher again.
I feel a little sick thinking about it.
Did he have sex with me after he found out that sweets weren’t his own children, did he really like me or couldn’t help it?
But I didn’t say no.
I borrowed the light from the window and looked at his sleep.
When I was together, I found out that he was not laughing during the day, that he looked serious and difficult to approach, and that when he fell asleep, his mouth was plentiful, and his lashes had their roots clear, like a child in a beautiful dream.
I reached out and touched his face.
One moment, like touching precious objects.
“Will you remember what happened tonight tomorrow? I’m asking softly.
No answer.
After another meeting, I got up.
Get dressed and go home.
18
The next day, I was woken up by a serial call from the sauna.
“What are you doing in the morning?” I’m sorry.
Do you have a conscience?
The first sentence was “I don’t know.”
“Where is my conscience? I’m sorry.
He bites his teeth, and he cuts his teeth, and he says, “Let’s eat and clean up and run.” I’m sorry.
Oh, this.
“I thought you didn’t remember.” I’m sorry.
“How can I not remember? He takes a deep breath, “Come out. I’m sorry.
“I still want to sleep. I’m sorry.
“Then I knocked. I’m sorry.
I:
I walked out on my hands.
Noboru is standing outside.
I coughed twice: “Now you know that sweetness is not my child, not your child, so you don’t have to blame yourself for the guilt of the child.” And last night, you were a dream. Nothing happened. I’m sorry.
“Ho Moo. “If I’m just mistaken that the child is mine, I can’t like it to you, let alone be with you after knowing the truth…”
Speaking of which, it’s a big deal.
The door behind you was opened.
“Who are you talking to? I’m sorry.
She stung her eye, “What’s wrong? Why are you here? Come in and sit down! I’m sorry.
I:
She won’t hear us talking, will she?
In the living room, I sat with my mom, brother and sister-in-law and sweet and sweet.
The scene was very embarrassing.
My toes began to “build” on the ground.
My mom didn’t seem to notice, but she pulled a sail and told me he was living in the neighborhood, and he doubled his enthusiasm.
Noboa had a cup of tea and spent a while.
Aunt. I’m sorry.
“Hey. “My mom promised the thief sweet.
“In fact, the boyfriend who was talking about during Moo student was me. I’m sorry.
My mom stopped.
My brother and sister-in-law are dead.
I reached out to stop the saloon from continuing, but my mother stopped it.
“I didn’t know that Moo’s father was sick, and that I was just working, and I couldn’t help but ignore her. But now I’d like to re-apply for the beam, and I hope you agree. I’m sorry.
My turn this time.
I thought according to my mother’s spleen, it would be very quick and unhesitating.
But after a long time, she didn’t respond.
And finally, she suffocated: “Our family is a child who has a bitter taste for swallowing in his belly, and I’ve never been concerned about anything but feelings. I’m sorry.
And she said, “It’s no good for me to disagree, but it’s mainly about your performance, and it’s also about the idea of beaming.” I’m sorry.
Zifu suddenly looked to me.
The sun outside the window happened to be right in his eyes, and the light flashed, as if it were infinity.
I’m breathin’.
So he heard: “I know. I’m sorry.
19
After that day, the sanctuaries began to pursue me.
Yes, it is.
It’s warm every day.
Soon, our colleagues in the company also noticed our intimate relationship.
A couple of women from Gossip Girl’s colleagues came in.
He said, “That night the manager sent you home, it made me feel weird. I’m sorry.
The other smiled, “When will you show us your two-year-old daughter?” I’m sorry.
I:
And the lies they have made, and the tears they swallow into their bellies.
I can only return to the awkward and polite smile.
After work, I was in the saloon, and I was suffocating.
“I knew they’d mistake us for a couple and a two-year-old daughter. I’m sorry.
“It’s a good thing. “The sauna looks at me, looks down, stares at my belly.
“What are you looking at? I’m sorry.
Turn around and look ahead.
And suddenly he asked, “Do you say that there will be seed sprouts? I’m sorry.
My brain blew up.
“No way!”
“Oh. I’m sorry.
The atmosphere is strangely silent.
I wringed a bottle of water and tried to ease the embarrassment.
And suddenly, the sails came in: “Why don’t we have a two-year-old daughter and have a second child?” I’m sorry.
20
The water’s all spilled.
I looked everywhere for paper, opened the front of the car and saw a nice box.
“What is this? I’m sorry.
“Don’t…”
I’ve opened the sauna before it’s too late.
It’s a ring.
I:
Quail: …
21
I said, “Why don’t I just ignore it?”
“I’ll stop and kneel. He says:
To propose at the side of the road?
Thinking of that scene, the toes started “construction” again.
“Go home and talk. I’m sorry.
The sauna didn’t move.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“You haven’t figured it out yet? I’m sorry.
I’m silent.
“Can I ask you a question? I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“Three years ago, on our anniversary day, when you said you were in a meeting, I came to your office to see you laugh at a beautiful woman and you took her by car… so who’s that beautiful woman? I’m sorry.
– What?
“Who?”
I’m asking you!
He frowned for a long time and still didn’t remember.
“What do you look like?”
I tried to remember, “It’s tall, it’s beautiful, it’s nice, it’s so nice, it’s like a mole above my eyebrow.” I’m sorry.
It’s time to remember.
“That’s my leader.” I’m sorry.
“Eight years older than me.
“Married.
“There are children. I’m sorry.
Those words were like bombs, and a single one was thrown over.
Blow me up like that.
I said, “Oh.”
“That’s why you broke up with me because of this?” I’m sorry.
“Of course not!” I said hard.
That is only a small part of it.
Stop the car after.
I opened the door and ran away.
The sauna came up with the box, “Mom…”
I turned around and said, “Don’t kneel! I’m sorry.
“I didn’t kneel. I’m sorry.
I’m stiff.
Go home.
22
Over the years, the ability of the sails to chase people seems to have improved little.
It’s also some old-fashioned, straight-faced way of doing it.
Go out and have dinner or a little present.
No sweet words, no gentle words.
One time after dinner, the sauna took me home.
I walked into the unit door and I folded back.
“The sanctuaries. I’m sorry.
He stopped, “Well? I’m sorry.
“Did you not fall in love after you broke up with me? I’m sorry.
Under the light, the face of the sauna is a little twitchy.
He touched his nose, “um.”
Sure.
I turned around and was stopped by the sauna.
Moo. He looked up to me, and his eyes were bright, and he said, “For the first time, you said that you had just divorced, that the child was yours, that my brain was blank, and I said sharp, horrible things. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I blinked and thought I was wrong.
How could you apologize to me without being drunk?
“And then you said Yuka was your ex-husband, so did I. Plus, I just want to spy on your lives. I just want to know that without my three years, you’re okay.
“I didn’t mean to be with you again, but you sent a sweet picture, you said she looked like Dad and you should still love Yuga.” So I found him, hoping he could come back to you if possible, but he said sweetness is my daughter…”
I knew everything after that.
Somehow, the eyes suddenly got a little hot.
For the first time, whether it was the past or the present, this is the first time that Kiyaka has told me so much.
He’s always proud of himself, and he’s got some venom.
I didn’t expect this to happen.
I was suddenly thinking of the evening that Hosaka told me many years ago.
The first time I saw him look red.
He must have liked me for a long time.
Time flies, and years later we stand before each other again.
Like a story that has been told for a long time, it will come to an end.
I slowly went to the saloon and gently put my forehead on his shoulder, and said, “Will you still be with me if I meet you again, when I am really a woman with a divorce?” I’m sorry.
He answered without hesitation: “Yes.” I’m sorry.
“But didn’t you say that only honest people would marry me to be the Catcher? I’m sorry.
He hugged me like he’d never let go.
And the stars of the sky began to spin, and the summer wind was blowing, and the flowers were fragranced, and I heard the sound of the sails firm and gentle.
“I’m happy. I’m sorry.
I buried my face in his chest: “I have something to say to you. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“I do. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
