It’s not worth regret.
I saw him talking to his friends on his boyfriend’s phone.
“Why didn’t you confess to your moonlight? I’m sorry.
The boyfriend replied:
‘Cause she’s too good for me. I’m sorry.
“What about porridge? I’m sorry.
“The porridge can make me better, better enough to match her. I’m sorry.
This is who she is, self-evident.
One.
The boyfriend’s answer was serious, not like a one-time joke, and he did an analysis of his appearance, character, grades, etc.
The conclusion was that she was too good for me.
And friends ask:
“What about porridge? I’m sorry.
The boyfriend sent out a face bag called “life sucks bro” and went on:
“The porridge can make me better and better enough to deserve her. I’m sorry.
This moment, my world is falling apart.
All I’ve ever done is make a wedding dress for another girl.
Two.
I put down Song’s cell phone quietly and turned on the other side of the couch and didn’t read it.
After the meeting, Song took a bath.
“Baby, I don’t want to study today. Take a day off, okay? I’m sorry.
And when he said that, he was lazy and his eyelids pulled.
I used to love him the way he looked, because the next second I would stand up and kiss him and make love to him.
“Will you try it?”
And he’d hold out his hand to me with no desire.
“Well, one more kiss and I’ll study with you. I’m sorry.
And every time, I had a special sense of achievement, as if I had saved a young man who had lost his foot.
But the one in the chat record…
“She’s a graduate student. I don’t deserve her. I’m sorry.
I feel so ridiculous about my behavior.
I looked up at him and picked up the textbooks in the look he expected.
“Okay, rest. I’m going to the library. I’m sorry.
SONG DEEPLY HOLDED UP AND THOUGHT UP ON THE SOUND.
“You’re so sweet. I’ll pick you up later. I’m sorry.
I noded my head and opened the door and went out.
3
It wasn’t a while on the way to the library.
“Are you okay?”
I rubbed my eyes in tears and said:
“All right. I’m sorry.
I don’t want this to affect my future.
Bury your head and fight in the sea.
At the end of the day, I found a lot of uncalled phone calls…
This has never been the case.
Maybe I’m being a little out of line today and Song has felt something.
Out of the library, Song was waiting for me under the shadow of a tree, and when he saw me, he came up.
“Baby, I just cut you a fruit, accidentally cut it. I’m sorry.
Say, reach out your finger and show me that little red wound.
I must have felt so sweet in the past that I blamed him for being careless and for taking out his bag with care.
But at this moment, I looked at his face and suddenly felt strange.
It’s like I never met this guy.
“Don’t cut next time. I’m sorry.
Song put his hands on my shoulder, and I don’t care about the wound.
What’s wrong with you?
The word “again” used to mean two people full of mustard.
For so long, I only had a fire with him once, and he forgot our anniversary.
“Isn’t it an anniversary? What’s the difference between day and day? Do you have to be angry?”
No matter how straight he was, I was so angry.
“It’s a big day. Every girl wants her boyfriend to remember it. I’m sorry.
“Really? I’m sorry.
He suddenly abated his tone.
“Does every girl think of a anniversary? I’m sorry.
I didn’t respond. He started to appease me again.
“Baby, don’t be mad. I’ll remember later. I’m sorry.
Not only was he gentle, but he immediately booked a ticket to the Dauke I always wanted to go to.
The anger was thus unwittingly tempered.
But ah.
It turns out my anger is a lesson.
4
“It’s okay, you don’t think I’m talking, so I don’t care about you. I’m sorry.
Song’s been staring at me for a long time.
“Whatever. I’m sorry.
His anger is reflected in a paper-drunk gold fan in a bar. In response to a question:
“Do I need her?”
I thought I didn’t see you.
When I didn’t know what time it was at night, the phone was ringing, and Song’s voice, which was filled with alcohol and anger, came through the microphone:
“Porridge, you can really fucking sleep. You don’t care if I sleep with other women, do you? I’m sorry.
5
Four o’clock in the morning.
I fell asleep and woke up on his phone.
“Song Deep, I don’t care what you want. I’m sorry.
After that, I hung up.
Until I woke up, the phone never rings again.
Curiously, I slept well because his insomnia and fear of late return had disappeared.
Six.
It’s the next day that you wake up again. “The alarm of death.”
The curtains were closed, the sky outside the window was invisible, and I saw a shadow by the bedside.
I was a little surprised to know it was Song. I’m sorry.
He used to go to bed with my waist full of “baby, kiss.”
But this time he was just sitting in silence, and he never came near me again, and I didn’t even know when he would be back.
When I opened my eyes, he opened his mouth and his voice was loud:
“I drank until midnight, you didn’t call me, you didn’t even call me, you didn’t leave a lamp at home, you didn’t hear me when I closed the door. I’m sorry.
He looked at me in the stars and asked, “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
I sat up and turned on the light, and suddenly the light blinded both of us, and I noticed that he had been wearing a few pieces of desolation on his clean face, that his chin had sprouted and that he had red blood in his eyes.
“Song Deep, I saw your roof not me. I’m sorry.
It’s Lin Wan-il, the one known as White Moonlight.
SONG’s deep pupil is slightly magnified, and his lips are moving.
“You and your friends said she was good enough for you to be with me. I’m sorry.
“As you see, she’s fine, and I’m not even your general, but your love pedal. I’m sorry.
I sucked my nose, and the hope that was left of my heart faded with his reaction.
“Do you have anything to explain? I’m sorry.
Suddenly he stood up, trying to say something, and he grabbed his hair with his hands out in haste, he was afraid to look at me, he was silent for a long time, and he eventually chose to break the jar.
“How can you look at my phone? I’m sorry.
At this moment, my only remaining hope has also faded.
I didn’t think he was the kind of dog that jumped in the wall, and I laughed a little, and I really laughed.
“Let’s break up. I’m sorry.
Yesterday I was wondering what it would be like for me to say that.
Sad, sad, upset…
I didn’t think I’d say anything, but I did.
It’s not as bad as a relationship.
Song is looking at me with incredible confidence, and I can’t believe it’s what I said after him for a year.
Are you serious?
He finally realized I wasn’t kidding.
“As you wish. I’m sorry.
“I don’t deserve her. Don’t I deserve you? I’m sorry.
He said it in black and fell down the door and left.
7
When I packed my luggage silently, when Song was afraid that he would study hard and let me study with him to supervise him, I felt only sweet and thought I had a good boyfriend to plan for the future, but now I think it was just a joke.
Back in the dormitory with the luggage, the roommate stopped his hand and opened his eyes.
“Why are you back? I’m sorry.
I’m at peace. I’m sorry.
And my roommate thought and said:
“But how could you agree to break up with Song Dynasty so much? I’m sorry.
She was completely unbridled, and she realized that she was wrong.
“Porridge, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.
It’s not her fault, people who have seen me like Song for a while, probably think I’m gonna die for hard feelings.
Song is well-developed, and basketball is well-played, and he always smiles uninvolved, is famous in school and is a regular in the white wall.
Like him, probably the bravest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I sent him a letter of love, which was rejected and repeated again and again.
Singing him a song in linguist at a singer’s contest at the Academy.
Never missed any of his basketball games, cheering and shouting for him…
It’s in this reiteration of pleasure that he agreed to be with me in a careless place.
But every soul shall be humbled before those who love it, as it is with him, and as with me.
So I accepted that I was the one who gave.
The housemate carefully tested:
“Is it still possible for you? I’m sorry.
The chat was recorded in my mind:
“In character, she’s gentle. I’m sorry.
“Look, she’s beautiful. I’m sorry.
“Gradually, she’s a graduate student. I’m sorry.
“…”
“I don’t deserve her. I’m sorry.
And in a friend’s question, he replied:
“Oh, you said gruel, she’d make me feel good enough to deserve her. That’s all she’s got. I’m sorry.
It turns out that 37 degrees of body temperature speak for 40 below zero.
I’ll take out the luggage one by one.
“No way. I’m sorry.
8
I found out that he didn’t get up early in the morning to make breakfast for Song, that he didn’t leave the library early at noon to play his favorite sugar curry ridge in the cafeteria, that he didn’t walk with him at night, and that he didn’t leave early at night because he wanted to play basketball…
One day, I can carry more words, more questions, more knowledge…
The library occupied Song’s deep position for several days, and those around it who knew Song were carefully discussing it.
“They broke up? I’m sorry.
“Yes, it’s a miracle to last until November for someone like Song Deep’s three-minute heat. I’m sorry.
“Guess who mentioned it? I’m sorry.
The library is so quiet that a little talk is amplified.
“Of course, it must be Song Zhi…”
It didn’t finish, and it was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a desktop collision.
“It’s a library. Do not learn to affect others. I’m sorry.
Song Zhen put his bag on the table and was angry in black.
The library is so quiet that it hears each other’s breath, that several people look up at me and look at Song Deep.
I keep my head down and I don’t listen.
I can’t believe it.
Then, the sound of the twilight came.
Song Ding put a book in his locker and a local one in his bag, so he could feel he was upset.
It’s like looking for me on purpose.
9
I tried to ignore him and suddenly remembered that he had his own notes.
Heads up. Just in sight with him.
I wrote it down and signed it for him…
“My notes are still with you. I’m sorry.
It was only then that he had been looking at me, not knowing how long it had taken to see what I had signed, that he had expected to see in an inch of his eyes and to take it back.
He flipped with his hands down and flipped, and then he replied:
“I can’t find it. I’m sorry.
I noded my head. I didn’t talk.
Song is reluctant to study hard and to seek the least time to do the most efficient thing.
And he’s doing the most expensive thing he’s ever done to ask me to help.
And I can’t believe I’m even sweet.
It was so sweet, but now it’s just ironic.
10
In a few days, Song sent me a message:
“Here’s the note. Come and get it. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to talk to him, but the notes do come out of one painting, and it costs a lot of time to do them, and I just don’t want to get a little carried away.
I went back to him:
“Where are you?”
It seems that it has long been decided that I will not refuse, and almost at the same moment Song gave a position.
It’s just another house near our dorm.
And I followed the place where he reported, and the closer I came to the sound of noise, and the other side of the grass, a crowd shouted and shouted.
Together, together.
I wasn’t close, and I saw Song’s deep mouth smiling from the grass, and I kept my head down and said something to a girl.
A girl with a white face, a slap face, a cherry mouth, a pretty face and a red face to keep everyone quiet.
It’s like I can’t hear you.
“Be my girlfriend, okay? I’m sorry.
The words are strong, the sound is thrown.
It’s good to have a hand divided.
My presence is quite interesting.
SONG looked at me in the middle of the crowd, looking at me in the opposite direction, and my heart was dead, and I made a mockery of it.
Song’s eyes flashed a twilight.
Eleven.
Among the crowds, Lin Wing Noded with a smile and fell into Song Deep’s arms in the middle of everyone’s tune.
It’s kind of boring to look at a bloodbath like that, but I’m here and I don’t like it without my notes.
I don’t know how long it took, finally, the crowd to disperse.
Song Zhui didn’t just leave, didn’t know and come to me step by step.
I go straight to the subject, and everything else is taken as not seeing, and I can’t say a word without saying that the curse is done with all its might.
“Where are the notes?”
Song was in the depths, but did not take his notes, but instead took out the cigarette case from his pants, pulled out the lighter, and smouldered in the darkness.
I smelled smoke, and my subconscious woke up.
I always hated him for smoking, because he was sick and kept him from smoking.
But now he’s dead or alive and I don’t care.
When Song saw my eyebrow sprout, his eyes suddenly became bright, and the light faded out of each other ‘ s silence, he broke his silence and laughed a bit.
“Who brings school supplies? I’m sorry.
Think of something and say:
“I almost forgot, there was a nerd who actually brought it when he confessed. I’m sorry.
He’s talking about me.
Actually, I didn’t bring him in with my confession, it was a love letter, and I was afraid I’d forget the word because I was nervous, so I put it in the book, and sometimes I looked at it.
When Song had read the corner of the book, I was here with 300 taels of silver and said it was school supplies.
I don’t care what he means in his speech, and my voice is cold:
“You didn’t want to give it to me, did you? I’m sorry.
In his tacit eyes, I was a little angry.
“I don’t want notes. I’m sorry.
The notes are just a sham. He’s just looking for an excuse for me to be a witness to his love with the moon.
And I, again, sillyly believed him.
Listen to me, Song’s voice is full of anger.
“Was I in your heart like that note? I’m sorry.
In the night, it seemed as though his pupils were a shadow, as if they were going to devour me.
I look up to him, and the faces that once fascinated me have long lost an inch of glory in a long time of change and tolerance.
At this moment, it seems like I never knew him.
How did he end up with another girl a few minutes ago and ask his ex-girlfriend why he broke up with him the next minute?
It’s probably the brain.
I didn’t answer his questions, but I provoked his pain:
“Song Zhi, you’re right. You don’t deserve her. I’m sorry.
We both know who she is.
Song Ding managed to blacken his face.
12
Back in the dormitory, the roommates were talking about what they saw and saw me in silence.
Think to your toes, you know what they’re saying.
“All right, I watched live. I’m sorry.
“You guys are behind me. I’m sorry.
It’s only when I see my face that my roommates talk about it.
“Fuck this piece of shit, it’s only been a few days. I’m sorry.
“You’re well divided. I’m sorry.
She’s not that good. I’m sorry.
I knew they were talking for me, but I spoke with my conscience:
“I think she’s pretty. I’m sorry.
I looked at the glasses because of the stress and time constraints of the study, the lack of proper hair, the dreary, the yellow, and the blackness of the present.
But I know it’s only temporary.
The family members are pleased:
“Looks like you really dropped it. I’m sorry.
13
The roommates started scolding Song Ding in the dorms, where he was no longer called Song Ding, but called him “the scum man”.
The first thing to do every day is to light his movements, see what he has sent, and then criticize him on the basis of what he did on that day, thus opening a new day.
My roommate started to take care of my emotions, but later he was to do list No. 1.
My roommate brushed his teeth and opened up his dynamic and shouted in anger:
“Damn, that bastard’s face, and he’s going to Da Lisi with his new girlfriend. I’m sorry.
And when I heard that, I brushed my teeth, and the two words were like some kind of switch that made me look back.
The photo was written by Song Deep on Darryn’s beach, “Baby, I love you.” The soft words set another picture at the height of the tide, as if Lin Wing were held by his one-hand ring in a position of absolute possession and protection.
The girls are gentle, the boys are cold, they look perfect, even the waves are their messengers of love…
Although I have no feelings for him, my heart is still stinging and feeling worthless for itself.
I can’t wait to get what I’m trying to do on my first anniversary.
That’s disgusting.
Spit out the foam, and I yelled:
“Yuck, you piece of shit. I’m sorry.
14
When I came to the library, I found another boy sitting in Song’s former position, with a superior bone, long and thick eyelashes.
Seeing me, he looked up and said:
“There should be no one here?”
I shook my head and responded with my lips: “No.” I’m sorry.
I’m not so bossy. I’m in two positions.
Sitting down for a while, a note came over.
“I’ve always seen you in this position. I’m sorry.
It seems to me that you’ve taken the note back and kept it on paper.
“I’ll be here early, and I’ll take your seat. I’m sorry.
He’s got a pretty good word. He’s got a really good picture.
I just wanted to say no, but I looked up at him with red ears, staring at me without blinking, and looking up and looking, apparently for the first time.
I suddenly couldn’t bear to say no and find myself a pretext.
It’s nice to have someone to take the seat.
In that case, my heart opened the two-dimensional code, and the lips of the boys were opened, two teeth were revealed, and there was nothing to hide.
“I’m just saying. I’m sorry.
He dropped his cell phone after he had finished, and he started to do it with all his energy, if he could ignore the redness that spread to his neck.
It would probably be called “focusing.”
15
If you say you’re taking my seat, you’re really taking my seat. I’ve been here long enough. I didn’t think he’d be here before me. There’s a hot egg and a bottle of milk on the table.
“I brought you breakfast by the way. I’m sorry.
This is a little bit of a “by-by-by” ambiguity.
I’m sorry to say no, but I took breakfast to the library.
I don’t like breakfast much, and sometimes I think about brushing my head and eating it, and I can’t imagine it’s noon, when I’m back from lunch.
Then, in order to avoid being wasted, I simply did not buy breakfast from the canteen, but brought some empty-packed bread from the supermarket, but I did not remember to eat it.
In the long run, the habit of not eating breakfast is created.
Song knows I’m used to it, and I’m not persuaded.
On the Library’s porch, looking at the eggs and milk on my hands, I have a warm flow in my heart.
I’ve always brought breakfast, and this is the first time I’ve been brought anything.
16
I didn’t think there was one more, and after the first one, it was harder to say no.
It’s true that he brought me breakfast instead, and I suspect he ran all over the breakfast shop around the school.
And I slowly moved from the awkwardness of the beginning to the fact that I could sit at the door of the library with both of them and eat powder.
“You have sauce on your mouth. I’m sorry.
Keep your eyes on my lips.
I put out my hand and swung.
“Not yet. I’m sorry.
I can’t feel it myself. I’m about to pull out my cell phone, and I’ve taken a step ahead of you, and I’ve rubbed my finger in my mouth.
I’m the one who’s touched, but I’m more red than anyone.
It looks more like I bullied him.
Just have to rephrase.
The sound of poking, the sound of something falling behind.
I look back, I look at Song Ding, and I look at me and I say things.
It was strange that he had not been seen for a while since the last confession, that I had been looking forward to seeing him for a few seconds, and now I’m feeling very repulsive about seeing him in front of me.
It seems that even his presence makes me feel unbearable.
He looked at me, he looked at Song, and whispered in my ear:
“I’m going up first. The garbage threw it together for you. I’m sorry.
The warm and warm breath made my ears ticklish.
“I’ll be right up. I’m sorry.
I’m not sure I’m going to be happy.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”
17
When the Governor went upstairs, Song came to me.
I don’t want anyone to see me rip him off, suggesting he’s heading towards the woods.
Song is staring at me, and he’s got three or two eyes.
“Porridge, you didn’t eat breakfast. Why are you having breakfast now? I’m sorry.
His voice was so dumb that he didn’t feel it.
“That’s what you’re asking me? I’m sorry.
I’ve had a lot of patience with him, but I’ve been wasting my time with him.
“Nothing I have left. I’m sorry.
I haven’t taken any steps yet, and my hand is held by him and my heart hurts.
I consciously threw it away and in his mistaken eyes I said:
“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m sorry.
Song has finally come to an end and seems to have suffered.
“Don’t you want that notebook? I’ll get it for you. I’m sorry.
Give me the book.
The cover of the book also says “I want my boyfriend to study well.”
When I saw those words, my skin was numb, and I couldn’t make a sound at all.
Not because of Song, but because of himself when he’s with him.
Even if the scars were to heal and be removed, they would still remember the pain they had suffered.
After a while, I found my voice:
“I don’t want it anymore. I’m sorry.
I don’t want this notebook long ago, because I don’t remember the point of knowledge that always finds the answer.
Long silence, long enough that I thought we wouldn’t talk to each other again.
“Are you with him to make me feel bad? I’m sorry.
And then he went on to say, “The head is so tight that it looks really painful.
“Porridge, I’m sick, so can you please not be with him? I’m sorry.
I look up to him or the face, and I can’t find a spot where I can love him.
“Song Duk, you have a girlfriend, don’t be a bitch. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think that one day I would say such a terrible thing to him, and I was surprised myself, and I immediately felt quite reasonable.
“It’s none of your business who I’m with and what I’m doing. I’m sorry.
After that, I didn’t look at him and turned back to the library.
18
I heard my footsteps, looked up and laughed at me and pushed a draft paper.
It’s full of local solutions to the question I asked him.
In the sun, his face was about fuzzy, his skin was amazing, his nose was straight and he was really pretty.
I went to God, and I wrote something in the blanks of the draft paper before I could react.
“Let’s go to the movies the day we finish the study. I’m sorry.
I was just trying to get it back, but I’ve already answered on paper:
“Okay. I’m sorry.
The agreement has been finalized, and I turned to him.
Then, he’s got a red ear.
19
Song appears to have given up his studies and to have returned to his cheers from the dormitories to the basketball court through which the library passed.
I don’t want to hear it. The loud words are one after another.
“What’s he looking at? How could you miss such a good ball? I’m sorry.
“Not like him at all. I’m sorry.
“You don’t get it. I’m looking at my girlfriend. I’m sorry.
The people who spoke apparently had a few questions.
“Huh? Oh, no. Isn’t his girlfriend just across the field? I’m sorry.
I looked up, I didn’t want to face Song’s eyes, I didn’t know when he was dyed with a dark red hair, and I was wearing the coat that I bought him, and I still seemed to spill it.
It was just a moment of sight, and I saw his eyes tumbling, staring, as if I was running away…
He’s got a ball on his hands and he jumps up, but how can a man do it with one mind, or in a game like this.
Next moment.
Song Ding fell from the air and unexpectedly lost his weight and fell to the ground.
“Song Deep, are you okay?”
The crowd has come, and concerns have taken over the field.
I consciously looked at my school bag, which used to be a cloud-and-white spray and gauze, unwittingly, but it had been replaced by an error-prone collection written to me.
The crowd is still screaming:
“Bring Song’s girlfriend over. I’m sorry.
“Where is Lin Wan-il?”
The girl’s voice is soft but strong:
“I’m here. I have spray in my bag. I’m sorry.
If you don’t let this sound go away, it will be covered up by Song’s deep-biting voice:
“I don’t want you, I want porridge. I’m sorry.
“Where is the porridge? I want the porridge!”
It’s like a child who hasn’t grown up to eat sugar.
But only if you’re favoured, you’re entitled.
Song Zhiu lost all his qualifications before me.
I stepped down and accelerated my journey to the library.
20
Once again, the SONG-Ding news is a telephone call from Lin Wan-Yo, whose voice is still soft in the microphone, with no sign of anger.
I thought she’d be angry and hysterical when she found her ex-girlfriend after she fell.
“Song is in hospital. It’s serious. You want to see it? I’m sorry.
She’s soft, soft and annoying.
“I’m not going. I’m sorry.
It’s like a long time ago.
“I knew you wouldn’t come. I’m sorry.
Something seems to have turned over on the other side of the microphone, with the sound of a collision, and she suppresses the emotions in the sound.
“What’s the use of being angry with me?” Go find her with a cane. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what went back there, but the next moment, I heard the sound of closing the door, and the voice of Lin Wynth was slightly larger.
“He kept asking for you. I’m sorry.
I don’t understand:
“You’re his girlfriend. I’m sorry.
She’s got a laughter on the microphone, and she’s laughing at herself:
“Really? I forgot myself. I’m sorry.
Hey, she’s talking again.
“I’ve never been treated like this, and it’s not true not to be angry, but I thought I should be angry with him, not you. I’m sorry.
“I saw you on the playground that day, including the day he confessed to me, and I’ve been watching you and asking about you, thinking of the girl who could make him remember this…”
“It became clear to me that it was not how much you liked him, but that the hardest to forget was the least. Just like me and now you. I’m sorry.
Lin Wing is soberer than I am, and more so than I can put it down, and she sucks her nose, and she chokes, but it’s only a moment, and she’s back to normal.
“The porridge, a man like him, is not worthy of me, nor of you.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think I’d hear that from her mouth, and I thought that if it wasn’t for an awkward status like that, maybe I and she would have become good friends.
“Then you…”
It was like knowing what I was asking, and she laughed:
“Of course it will. It’s just not now. I don’t want to carry the unconscionable scolding that my boyfriend dumped him because he was sick. I’m sorry.
21
The day of the study, the classroom was filled with sand and sand.
Looking at the question, I have a sense of relief at last.
It’s hard to finish the final exam and get out of the exam.
“Congratulations on the end. You’re one step closer to the heart. I’m sorry.
It said, naturally, I held my hand and looked right in front of the road.
It’s the first time he’s ever held my hand, and I thought he was really not nervous and had to laugh at him to find his forehead sweating.
This is December…
After all, I overestimated him.
After eating, his hands were tied up, he sewn and sewn with my fingers, and his hands were warm and dry.
Why didn’t you find him so sticky?
We picked a movie, and the subject wasn’t chosen, it was a dirty love movie, but neither of us in the theater was thinking about it.
In the dark light, I saw a skull coming at me and breaking the air:
“You can still say no at this time, I won’t cross the border. I’m sorry.
He spoke with an acoustic sound, a warm breath pouring out on my neck, and the distance between us was so close that I could see the eyelashes of him in the light of the cinema.
When I saw the groaning of my throat rolling, I put myself in front of him and held him around the neck.
I don’t know.
Until the end of the film, we couldn’t tell what the film was about, but we had to look at each other’s monkey-ass faces with the light.
22
After the study, the time was running out, and even though I was going to graduate, I and I had plenty of time to spend.
I finally asked myself the questions I had hidden in my heart:
“What do you like about me? I’m sorry.
It’s only when you ask the exit that you’re very nervous.
He pinched my nose.
“You’re so good, everywhere you’re liked. I’m sorry.
Staring at my eyes is half-wieldy and talking about his love for me.
“You know how disciplined you are? Whether it’s windy or rainy, you’re in that position, thunder can’t move, as long as I look up and see you. I’m sorry.
“Every time I’m agitated and even a little tired to give up, when I see you, my mind becomes calm. I’m sorry.
He squeezed my cheek again, and then he continued.
“And you probably forgot to lend me an umbrella. I’m sorry.
“I’m out of the rain at the library, you hand me the umbrella and laugh at me like an angel. I’m sorry.
Again:
“If only I didn’t have that annoying ex-boyfriend next door. I’m sorry.
I remember when Song and I had umbrellas, and I saw a tall figure waiting for the rain to stop, and I didn’t want to hand over my umbrella to him and cheer up.
It’s a matter of deep sarcasm.
“Do you know how upset I am about your ex? It is a good thing that now there is a name, not a man who returns to the library in a bleak way, as he did last time. I’m sorry.
“This time, I’ll have the guts. I’m sorry.
It’s a good word. It’s a wild smile.
It turns out that this man is in the back, in the dark, suffocating and timid.
I held my toe up and touched it on his lips.
“Give you the name of vinegar. I’m sorry.
And as if he had stepped in, the burning sight would almost burn me, and he would cry down at me.
“Porridge. I’m sorry.
A tight chord in my head suddenly broke.
23
I’d be happy to stay away from him if I didn’t go in there.
It wasn’t easy to split up, the moonlight covered, and I saw him smiling more than anyone.
“You go. I’m sorry.
I look back, and I look back.
I was just about to go to the dorm, and I was dragged by one and turned my head towards a red eye.
“Lin Porridge, I broke up. I’m sorry.
Song’s hands were holding me tight, and he couldn’t get away with it several times.
I look at my arm, and I’m sure it’s red.
He never knew how to take care of someone else’s emotions, either together or after a break-up.
I look at him, he’s pale.
“Oh, what a coincidence. I have a boyfriend. I’m sorry.
Song went one step further, and his feet didn’t seem to have recovered.
His voice is even more dumb in Gaza, and his eyes are boiling:
“I love you, I can’t be without you, I’m wrong. I’m sorry.
“I was really wrong. I’m sorry.
He’s been spilling it out, but it’s just tonight, I feel like I’ve seen his bones shattered.
“Don’t you want me, okay? I’m sorry.
If I had been together, I would never have seen him like that.
“You strangled my hand sore. I’m sorry.
Song Dyuk, let go of my hand.
“You’ll never learn to be nice to anyone, no matter who you are, it seems like you just have to be ready to eat and suffer. I’m sorry.
“But Song Zhen, why?” I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry…”
I interrupted him.
“I really don’t like you now, my boyfriend loves to be jealous and you’ll never show up again. I’m sorry.
After that, I’m going to lift my feet and go inside, and the voice behind me is low, restrained and intransigent:
“My birthday’s coming. You said you’d make me a cake.”
The door unlocked, and I didn’t answer my head.
“When you learn to love, someone will do it for you, but it won’t be me. I’m sorry.
The sound behind me sobbing:
I’ll wait for you. I’m sorry.
My footsteps keep going.
“Whatever. I’m sorry.
24
Just lay on the bed, and the exclusive phone ring.
“You come out for a second. I’m sorry.
“Something almost forgot for you. I’m sorry.
And We ran out of the land, and the night was as cold as water, and the shadow of the plain was covered with the moon.
“What is it?”
His hands were caught in his arms, slowly, his fingers were wrapped around a thread, and he went down to a square box.
“I make cake. I’m sorry.
The reward was too obvious. I laughed:
“But it’s not my birthday. I’m sorry.
I’ll take my other hand.
“Who says only birthdays can eat cake?” What do you want your boyfriend for? I’m sorry.
My eyes are thick and my heart is soft.
And in his pupil’s eye, I raised my toes, and my eyes were opposite, and I could not say who was taking the initiative. Then when the breath was increased, he kept his voice down and his voice down.
“I love you, Grove.”
“Read”
When I’m done with my talk, the sky will not know when the rain will rain.
And I went back to the house and took the umbrella, and he laughed, “It’s still this umbrella, our love letter.” I’m sorry.
It’s a big, ugly umbrella, from which bank it’s from, and it’s worth it.
“You have to go. I’m sorry.
I’m afraid if he doesn’t leave, he’ll really have to spend the night in the bicycle shed.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
When I left, I found a shadow in the grass behind the bicycle shed, and I didn’t know how long it was standing there, with wet hair scattered over my face and water dripping, and the whole man was like a dog who died.
That day was the last time I saw Song.
Later on, on the day of graduate studies, he proposed to me in front of the entire school, with his lips covered with a cough, and he made it sound like nothing.
“Honey, promise me.”
Others were horrified: “Sister-in-law, don’t say no to him and call him a wife without consent. I’m sorry.
I was whispering in my red cheek.
“Good. I’m sorry.
The wedding took place as scheduled, the guests went out, and I got an unexpected notebook with several new big words next to “I want my boyfriend to learn well.”
“We can’t wait for you after all these years. I’m sorry.
I threw the notebook in the trash.
Late love is worse than grass.
Document number: YXX12eo1kO2FwA5QxoyC3K3Q
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
