I’ve lost my memory, remember everyone but him.
I looked at the guy with a bad temper and didn’t like my bad husband.
“Take your time and divorce. I’m sorry.
One.
I almost called the police when I got out. It was he who gave us our marriage certificate that managed to dispel my suspicions.
I looked on the marriage papers and asked him, “Are you my husband?” You don’t seem to love me. I’m sorry.
Thank you so much for your tired face.
“I don’t think I’m gonna marry someone who doesn’t love me. I’m sorry.
Thanks for taking me home.
Open the door, it’s dark.
Thanks to his feet, he complained to me, “Why do you have to lift them here?” I’m sorry.
I don’t have any memories of this family.
I don’t know how to answer him.
It’s really dark at the entrance, thanks for touching the half-day wall and not finding the lights.
“Where are the lights? I’m sorry.
I asked him, “Is this not your home?” I’m sorry.
Thanks for not talking. After half a day, he finally touched the switch behind the vase.
Warm yellow lights brighten the gates as if they had dispersed the monster that lived in the dark in the living room.
I seem to recall something, and I remember that, no matter how late it was, the door was always lit and the light was waiting to go home, like I was always open to thanks.
I returned to see thanks for holding a note in my hand. It was torn from the switch.
I took a look at it. It’s my handwriting.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Did I ever be so childish?” I’m sorry.
Thanks for watching me and saying he’d sign off and reply to me.
“Not only childish, but also jealous. I’m sorry.
And We asked him, “Be of those who are outside.” I’m sorry.
He choked, and then he got angry and asked me, “Chang, you are pretending to have lost your memory.” Stop messing around! I don’t have time for this! I’m sorry.
They all suspected that I was pretending to be amnesia, after all, I didn’t have a car accident, I didn’t suffer a major blow, I just had a simple sleep, and I didn’t know how to get up.
I just looked at him and thanked him, and I didn’t remember the man before me, and I forgot all his feelings.
This heart in my chest tells me I loved him.
And suddenly We started to laugh: “Your heart is lost. I’m sorry.
Thanks for ignoring me and walking to the living room.
The light in the living room is on the left side, thanks to the hand, he sits on the warm white sofa and doesn’t normally look at me.
I was curiously looking at the switch.
Thank you very much for the position he took, and I needed to stretch my arms to get to it.
“I’m really bad at myself. I’m sorry.
“You’re the one with the heart.” I told you I didn’t have time to play with you! I’m sorry.
I sat on his little chair and looked around.
“No time, then don’t play. I’m going to present my marriage certificate, “Take a break and divorce.” I’m sorry.
Thank you for not holding your eyes, for answering very quickly, and fearing that I will repent: “Well, that’s what you said. I’m sorry.
I nodded my head and stayed in the hospital for so long, I was tired, and I said, “What’s my bedroom?” I’m sorry.
Thank you for looking at me as if I was lying.
He led me to the door of the bedroom, then he watched me dead on the door frame.
I went through several cabinets and finally found my pajamas, and I saw what I was grateful for.
They’re couple’s, but thanks to that, they’re so new, they don’t go through.
But I fold it up and line it up.
I crossed that one and took out a sleeping dress.
“I’m going to change. Do you want to watch it here? I’m sorry.
“Don’t forget to divorce tomorrow morning.” I’m sorry.
I shook his cell phone, “Don’t worry, I’ve got an appointment. I’m sorry.
“When did you make the appointment?” I’m sorry.
“I’m going to get a divorce if I see you first.” I’m sorry.
Two.
Thanks to his anger, he squeezed, he looked straight at me for half a day and left without saying anything.
I closed the door and lay on a soft bed.
The light in the living room passed through the gap by the door, and I rose up to turn off the light and opened the door to the point where I was banging on the computer in the living room.
The light in the living room was cold and white and fell on the thanker, as if it had increased the distance between me and him.
Like a world apart.
Then he turned to me and asked me, “Why do you not sleep?”
I went down to the kitchen and poured a glass of hot water and brought him a bottle of coffee when I passed the fridge.
He took the coffee in a suspicious way, took a sip, and his eyebrow swung together immediately.
What are you doing?
Well, look at him. He probably doesn’t like coffee.
I took a sip of warm water and I said to him, “Sure you. I’m sorry.
“I’m sober enough.” I’m sorry.
And I laughed, “Well, I thought you were living in a dream and you could say that. I’m sorry.
Thank you so much for not talking.
I realized he was trying to avoid arguing with me.
Are you afraid I’ll regret it?
I don’t remember how much thanks I ever had, maybe with a temper, maybe with a low level of silence.
But it shouldn’t be like this.
It bores me.
My irritation with the thanks extended to the next morning when he drove me to the Civil Administration.
I got up too early with some low blood sugar and slept in the car seat.
I don’t know where it’s coming from. I had to pull me and me back.
He talks about me and him all the way from where I chased him, and he talks about us all the time.
I can’t help but listen to him, and I can’t stop him: ‘How can you speak so well? How can you know your third person? I’m sorry.
Thanks for keeping your mouth shut.
But at the same time he agreed that he was in love.
I’ve also listened to the story of him and I.
And I in the story love him, even lower myself, as the humble dust look to the god of faith.
Now me, out of the old filter.
It’s only when I realized how annoying it was.
3
It’s hard to get into the Civil Administration, and we have a little girl who looks at us, and she smiles at me and says, “You two, it’s gonna take 30 days to get married.” I’m sorry.
She showed me a sweet smile, and her eyes sent me another signal.
Don’t you regret it.
I looked up and thanked him for his long legs, his great looks, his clothes, his hair, his hair, and his rich culture.
The young girl is blinded by the fact that culture is not necessarily cultural.
Thank you for being more anxious than I am, and he asks with his eyelids: “Do we have to go through a cooling period?” I’m sorry.
The little girl looked at the computer and laughed, “Sorry sir, that’s the rule. I’m sorry.
I’ll show you.
Thank you so much for taking back our papers and throwing a word at me in cold blood.
“I’ll have a meeting later. I’m sorry.
Thanks for taking the car. I had to take the bus to work.
Fortunately, the Civil Affairs Bureau was not far from the station, and it saw the site only a few steps around the corner.
It wasn’t a good time, it was a good time to work, and I looked at the crowd and shrunk back.
This shrink almost stepped on a cat’s tail.
I apologized to the cat and saw the owner looking at me.
He’s in his twenties, pale and thin, like he’s got a major disease.
“I first met the one who apologized to the cat. I’m sorry.
I sat next to him, a little away from him.
“I also met the cat walker for the first time. I’m sorry.
His cat was black, four claws white, like four white gloves.
The cat was very close to him, lying next to his feet, moving.
“Your cat is so sticky to you. I’m sorry.
He laughed, “The animal is alive, and he probably knows I’m dying.” I’m sorry.
“You’re so young! I’m sorry.
He looked up and looked at the sky, and his eyes were blind.
“Young people are useless. You have to live. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but choke back when I get to the side of my mouth and meet the eyes of a teenager.
Busss from the bus station have arrived, and the number of people on the station is slowly decreasing.
In the end, it’s just us.
Young people still look up to the sky and the broken sun dances in his eyebrow.
“I’m actually sick, too. I said, “I’ve lost my memory, remember all but one person. I’m sorry.
After a long time, his calm voice came.
“That person means a lot to you. I’m sorry.
It’s important.
Just forget about him, my heart is missing a big mouth.
And when the sun was rising, I became colder, and I couldn’t help but strangling myself.
I lied: “It doesn’t matter. I hate him. I’m sorry.
The cat rubbed my ankle and I couldn’t help but touch its head.
The youth looked at me, and his eyes were bright, and on each side of his lips was a shallow pear vortex.
He reached out to me with his hand: “The more I called, the more I am sick.” That’s my cat, he’s called Lucky. I’m sorry.
4
Then I finally waited for the bus I wanted.
Before he got in the car, Cheng took the initiative of exchanging contact with me, saying that he knew a brain specialist and might introduce us.
On the way to my window, I was thinking about it, and I didn’t see a colleague, Soo, walking around with a wooden stick and hitting him.
Su always wears big black-glassed glasses, always looking away from talking to people, and only when he gets paid will he hear “Thank you, boss.” I’m sorry.
Although the young Sioux are depressed, his drawings always shine from far away, always bright and hopeful.
I got up from the ground and I was in a hurry to see Junior.
“Are you okay?”
He’s not looking at me, he’s panicking and holding the frame.
Zhou Li came here to see my hand: “You’ve broken your palms and there’s no time to care for others.” I’m sorry.
“I hit him first, after all. I’m sorry.
Zhou Li asked me for iodine wine: “The painter has the most precious hands, and you don’t value it. I’m sorry.
I laugh.
Zhou Li put up the iodine wine and suddenly remembered what it was like, and asked me, “Did your husband have any trouble for you yesterday?” I’m sorry.
I asked, “Why is he embarrassing me? I’m sorry.
Zhou Li has turned a white eye.
“Oh, God, who doesn’t know that you were the only one in the world who got you yesterday? I’m sorry.
Looks like Zhou Li hates to thank you.
I noded, “We left, I mentioned it.” I just got back from Civil Affairs. I’m sorry.
Zhou Li’s eyes were round, and after a while her hands were folded and she worshiped devoutly: “God bless my birthday wish!” I’m sorry.
“What?” I don’t understand.
And Zhou Libbhai looked at me: “The wish of my birthday was that I should be thin and rich, and Chen Zheng should be removed from the sea of misery. I’m sorry.
5
“Well, you’re right. And I went on to ask, “Why would I marry a man like this, I can’t understand?” I’m sorry.
I did love it so much.
But it will never be thanks now.
Must have been something in my forgotten memory.
I look forward to Zhou Li and hope she can give me an answer.
Zhou Li and I sat next to each other in high school, in college, and in my big missing student memory, Zhou Li was my best friend.
Everyone suspected me of false memory loss, as did Zhou Li, but she just looked at me a few times and took up the hot tea on the table.
“Thank you for the cup of tea, which will be given to you. After that, she pours tea into a bucket at her feet, “but thanks now, pouring water out won’t even look at you.” I’m sorry.
It came at the same time as Zhou Li’s voice.
Thank you for the thick cotton tampons, standing at the door downstairs and looking at me.
And his lips were covered in white, and his voice was not heard.
He seems to be saying,
Chen Shui, let’s get married when we graduate!
Zhou Li suddenly held my shoulder and she shook me hard and made me look back.
“Don’t look back, Chen, thanks are not worth looking back. I’m sorry.
I was upset, but solemnly noded.
Six.
At night, when I was off work, I went out to see you so I could wait at the door.
He stood by his car, dressed in expensive suits, with arms on his chest, looking far away, without knowing what to think.
And the twilight fell upon him, and none but the breeze was his salvation.
Zhou Li squeezed my arm and whispered, “Don’t look back. I’m sorry.
I laughed at her, and Zhou Li sighs and followed her boyfriend away.
Thank you so much for hearing the noise on our side.
“Get in the car. I’m sorry.
I pulled the back door in the back, thanks for just looking at me and saying nothing.
I have nothing to say to you, but this silence makes me familiar.
I couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you taking me?”
Thank you for not looking at me, and say to me in cold face: “Did you bring you here once a week on Monday to eat the pharmacies?” I’m sorry.
Did I make a deal with him?
“I don’t want to eat, go straight to your house, I’ll move out.” I’m sorry.
Thank you for stopping on the side of the road and staring at me with tired eyes: “When are you going to do this?” I remember all your demands. Isn’t that enough? I’m sorry.
He made me angry by saying that I took the bag off and threw it on that cheesy face.
“I’m not messing with you. I’m divorced from you! I’m sorry.
Thanks to his ink, he opened his window and threw his bag outside.
I got even more angry: “Thank you, you get it back! I’m sorry.
“Do you think I thank you for your dog?” What kind of lady are you? I’m sorry.
Pop!
I slap it in the face!
The car fell into silence.
Thank you so much for opening your eyes, and the side of your face is starting to swell.
He probably didn’t think I’d hit him either, but the slap calmed us both down.
“Thank you, marriage is between us. It’s not a shackle, and it’s not what you call it… my demand, it’s a home for you and me. I’m sorry.
I’ve lost a sip of my heart, and I am grateful, but I am more painful than him.
Thank you for turning around and looking at me.
Strange memories come upon me, like a tsunami that devours me and makes me breathless.
And suddenly I remembered, when I was at the front of high school, and he looked back at me, and he looked at me, and he smiled with his eyebrow.
He said, “Can you just call me by my name when you come to the game this afternoon?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Can I call you on the first snow day?” I’m sorry.
He said, “You look so cute with your eyebrow.” I’m sorry.
He said, ‘Run with courage, Chen Qi. Wherever you are, I will catch you! I’m sorry.
He was 18 years old as if he was always standing in the light, standing where the breeze came from, laughing at me in the dark.
He likes to call me Chen Shui, and he says it’ll sound cute.
I’ll always be impressed by the 18-year-old.
“But 28-year-old Chen Zhu will never fall in love with 28-year-old Chen Zheng. I’m sorry.
Thanks to the red side of the face and red on the eye.
I pulled the door and didn’t want to see him again.
Inside the car, thanks to the hand out, shivering down.
It’s the price of time.
I’m not going back, thank you and not worth it.
So I moved out of the house with the thank you that night, and he said to me, “Is this the time to wait?” I’m sorry.
I don’t even want to look at him with my suitcase.
“The seconds will be fought. I’m sorry.
Thank you so much for not talking.
When I was walking to the door with my luggage, he suddenly shivered and screamed at me, “Chen Zhi. I’m sorry.
I’m gonna stop.
Thank you for being so proud, he looked down and asked me with a voice like a cry: “If if we had returned ten years ago would you…”
Answer him, only the door was shut.
7
On Wednesday, I was asked to meet the brain specialist at the hospital.
The specialist’s office made me feel so familiar, but I did come here for the first time.
The man seemed to have seen my thoughts and passed me a glass of warm water, and appeased me with a magnetic sound: “Don’t be nervous, my name is Moxie, I’m psychologically well-trained through the influence of the environment.” I’m sorry.
I looked up to him with understanding, and the smile before me was sweet, and I was a stranger’s eyebrow, but gave me a familiar feeling.
“Did I meet you somewhere?”
He sat opposite me, folded his fingers, and smiled at me: “I was born to remember, Miss Chen, we have not seen.” I’m sorry.
His voice is slow, and he has a strange sense of faith.
And I saw in front of my eyes a blur, and heard nothing but him, saying: Miss Chen, I hope you do not regret your decision. I’m sorry.
The more I went out of the clinic, the more I waited at the door to see me come out and give me back my backpack and my phone.
“Are you okay?”
I laughed at him against the wall, and I felt like I had forgotten something and I couldn’t think of anything.
It took me a while to get some rest in the hospital, and I finally got over it, and though my head was still pounding, it was all I could do.
The more Cheng and I split at the door, he waved at me and turned around and left.
I am sorry that you have come to me, or I will buy you a meal. I’m sorry.
“No, you’ve asked me. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
He added, “We were friends in your forgotten corner. I’m sorry.
On the way back, I was still thinking about that, trying to remember if I really saw him somewhere.
As I was over-inputed, the sketches were unwitting.
Zhou Li turned around in her chair and asked me, “Yes, draw a young beauty in the bottle!” What? The second spring?”
We immediately denied: “Of course not, he was only twenty years old. I’m sorry.
As Zhou Li was dazzling, he continued to look at the progress of my drawings and said, “Why does this person not seem angry?” Not like a living, like a still. I’m sorry.
That’s how it feels to me, like a cat in the dark, with only eyes on the sun.
He also hopes to get out of the dark.
And hope for luck.
8
On Friday, Cheng became more hospitalized.
I know it from that brain specialist, who said this time, that if you don’t have surgery, you might not survive three months.
I asked him why the less surgery he had.
He said, “Because the chances of success are only 10 percent.” I’m sorry.
I went to visit him and bought a bunch of flowers, so I made fun of him.
Cheng laughs back at me, but more often he looks outside.
He said, “I want to be lucky, but the hospital won’t let me have cats. I’m sorry.
I was careful to ask him, “Do you have any other family here?” I’m sorry.
I’d like to hear what they decide about the procedure.
And the more the journey turned to smile at me, and the more it was, the more reluctant it was: “I have no family, but I was the only survivor of the car accident three years ago. I’m sorry.
“Now I’m leaving too. I’m sorry.
He was still looking out the window, and the sun passed through the layers of obstacles, hugging him and kissing his eyes.
A young man pale and thin, like a flower that will break.
I was born out of my heart, but before him I was powerless in any word.
I’ve been visiting a lot, and in the first week he’ll be out with me in the sun.
The following week, he was sitting in a wheelchair and spitting blood.
In the third week, his hair was pushed out, and he smiled at me in bed, asking me what I wanted to do most of my life.
I thought about it and found myself doing nothing.
The more I don’t care that I have no answer, he gave me a set of keys and an address: “Take care of my luck.” I’m sorry.
When I got lucky that night, it shrunk next to the mobile camera, where it could be seen as soon as it opened.
Lucky, good boy.
Lucky for me, I heard two noises, like a million times.
It can’t find the process anymore, and it can only hold him where he can hear it.
9
The next day, I’ll thank you for pulling me out of the blacklist.
Our divorce period is over and we can officially divorce.
I have a 9:00 appointment, thanks for being late, for not being so sarcastic, and for being a little depressed.
When he saw me, his eyes lit up a little, and then he died.
I saw him coming, turning around and pulling his arm.
I couldn’t get away from him and looked at him.
And thanks to the lashes, shaking, and the dumb voices, they ask me, “Don’t you want me, Chen Shui?” I’m sorry.
My back was tight for a moment, and I felt like I had been stabbed in the chest, and I had a heart attack.
I loved it so much.
I suppressed the sound of his return: “Thank you, I don’t want you.” I’m sorry.
Together with this, it was me and him for the past 10 years.
He was in his school uniform, sitting in the sun, shooting basketball without his heart, laughing and saying, “Why are you so late? If you don’t come, who will I show you? I’m sorry.
He’s the one who stood up to his chin, watched the teacher in the next row and laughed at me, and said, “Let’s go after school and eat the squeaky squeaky squeaky hot.” I’m sorry.
It was him who caught the cold in the corner, and I said, “Chang, I feel like I’m losing it. Remember that I have a dollar in page 27 of my compulsory second math book. That’s all I have to do… I’m sorry.
He looked red and kneeled at me in the sea of flowers.
“You’ll be my whole life! I’m sorry.
It’s the clock when he gets home late when he’s married, and when he’s holding me in his head and he’s thinking about the future, he’s like, “I’m so sorry. Can you come with me? I’m sorry.
He’s getting tired of it. He’s making less and less of it.
That’s why he made it up on my birthday to be with someone else.
The company’s cat is sick and needs care.
This is our decade. This is my young man, like Jade, and this is my decade.
I shed two tears.
“Thank you, I don’t want you anymore. I’m sorry.
10
When I finished my marriage certificate, I got rid of all the thanks I wanted to get back to, and I bought flowers on the way to visit.
In front of the hospital elevator, I met the ink, the brain expert.
He saw me and he smiled and said, ” Miss Chan, do you remember me this time? I’m sorry.
I remember him.
Six months ago, I confirmed to the time of the change of heart that I had been depressed, anorexic, and then fainted on the side of the road and was taken to hospital by a nice young man.
And when I woke up, the teenagers sat in the window, tanned in silence.
He laughed at me and reached out to me.
“Hello, my name is Cheng, I’m sick and sick. I also have a cat called Lucky. I’m sorry.
At that time, he was just thin, he just looked malnourished, but his eyes were always bright, like the sun.
I was forced to stay in the hospital for observation because of moderate depression and severe anorexia. At that time he was grateful for his travels and was busy with all kinds of dues, and he had no knowledge of my hospitalization.
In the first week, I shrunk in the corner, without eating or drinking, and lived all day by hanging water. I used to cry late at night, sometimes with my medicine and sleep, and I watched the corner cry out loud.
The more I come, the more I come, the more fresh flowers on the side of the road, the more the curtains are pulled, the more the shadows are removed from the house.
He introduced him to me the following week.
That man is Moxie.
He also received a master ‘ s degree in psychology, which is best placed to influence a person ‘ s psychology through language.
In front of him, I’m always calmer.
After nearly half a month of treatment, he had a confluence of hands, smiled and smiled: “I know why Miss Chen is so miserable. I’m sorry.
“The companion who came to support her when she was a young man, but she gave her heart, and Miss Chen couldn’t let it go. She was not that man, but the boy who was there. I’m sorry.
“What if it’s better to throw away the memories and re-examine the people around us today?
I had a bad head and couldn’t even hear what he said, but I knew that maybe it was my only way out.
And for the next six months, Moo Chi gave me a series of psychological insinuations and also used some drugs that I really forgot for a while.
He said, “When Miss Chen is determined to give up, these memories will be restored. I’m sorry.
So one day I woke up,
I’ve lost my memory, remember everyone but him.
Eleven.
I went into the elevator, and I went back to the ink and laughed, “Thank you very much. I’m sorry.
The elevator doors are closing slowly, and there’s only two of us in the narrow space.
The ink turns to my head, the schematic smile fades away, and there’s a feverish light.
“It’s thanks to me. Miss Chan is a good experiment. I’m sorry.
I know that Moose is experimenting on me, but I’m still grateful to him for coming out of the shadows and finally throwing away the past, thanks to him.
But none of this would change the fact that he was an academic lunatic and used the living as a material for testing.
I didn’t want to get too involved with Moo, so I never got back to him.
After asking me a few more questions, Mok-hyun felt bored and did not speak.
Until the elevator door opens, I’m going down.
“Miss Chan. I’m sorry.
I looked back at the ink that stood in the shadows, and his face was a stylish and good smile.
“The more Cheng promised the operation, I’m sorry.
I was so happy, noded my head, and I was on my way to the far-reaching ward.
And when I went in, it shrunk on the chair by the window, and the sun laid upon him an inch, and warmed him all.
I’ll take dead flowers out of the vase and replace them with sunflowers I brought in today.
And I sprayed some water with it, and looked at the petals of the water, and laughed, “You really look like sunflower, and you love to tan.” I’m sorry.
The more you lift your eyes, the less you breathe.
“I promised the surgery, if I’m lucky to survive, draw me a Lhasa sunrise. I’m sorry.
When I was depressed, Cheng talked about it more than I forgot.
I feel guilty: “When you get better, I’ll take you to Lhasa to see the sunrise.” I’m sorry.
He closed his eyes and didn’t answer. It was like he was exhausted.
The surgery was scheduled for the next afternoon, before he entered the operating room, he gave me a little hug.
And his last sentence was, “Remember me, Chen Zhu.” I’m sorry.
My eyes were a little red, and I took his back to comfort him: “You are young, and you will surely be lucky.” I’m sorry.
He smiled at me, closed his eyes and didn’t talk.
The operation lasted eight hours, and I waited outside the operating room until evening to get lucky.
The luckier Cheng gets, he’ll be fine.
Fortunately, he also seems to know that he won’t eat a thing or move in front of the camera.
At 9:00, I was prepared to continue to watch the process, and luck suddenly started to cry.
That was the first time I saw a cat screaming out, and he kept his head on the camera, but the cold machine would not comfort him forever.
My heart is shaking.
Ten minutes later, I got a message from Murph.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help crying in my car, and the more I sat with my memory in the sun as I was depressed, I bit my back and tried to suppress the cry.
He said: “I have no family and no friends. If I go, no one will remember me.” Chen Chun, you must remember me. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I forgot about you. I’m sorry about the process.
I fell and ran to the hospital, and in the middle of the night, I saw him again, standing in the light and reaching out to me.
“Hello, my name is Cheng, I’m sick and sick. I’m sorry.
The more fortunate the process is,
Lucky and lost.
12
I took care of it.
There’s very little of it, and the most precious is a cat named Lucky.
After the first few nights, I watched the sun shine and made a decision.
I quit.
When Zhou Li heard about it, she couldn’t believe it: “How come you don’t want a career without love? I’m sorry.
I laughed at her, “I want to make a promise.” I’m sorry.
I’m going to go to Tibet in a car to paint the sun.
But I wasn’t really good at drawing landscapes, and I was better at drawing people, so before I left, I went to visit Junior.
I’d like to take out all my savings and hire him to go with me to Tibet to paint a sunrise.
Zhou Li did not understand my approach and felt that I was willing to give up everything I’ve been doing in order to make a strange deal.
Nor did he understand that he had bought my studio behind my back and heard that I resigned and immediately drove to ask me.
I was still wondering why I was always absent from work for no reason during the previous period, and the monthly salary was twice as high as before, thanks to the fact that I had taken over the studio.
“If it is for my sake that you need not resign at all, I can immediately transfer this studio to you.” I’m sorry.
He advised me, “Chang, do not be impulsive. I’m sorry.
I looked at him in peace, looking at the years of his hair and onions, and I asked him, “Thank you, why did you buy this studio? I’m sorry.
Thanks to the information software industry, a studio that is not well known and has no significant revenue, how could it suddenly enter his eyes?
Thank you so much for dropping down, and the voice is weak.
“I… I’m trying to make it up to you.”
He seems to know that he said the wrong thing, and immediately changed it: “I certainly know that nothing can make up for what I did to you before, but…”
“Well, I’m interrupting him: I don’t want to hear your self-moving repentance, and you don’t have to be so emotional. I didn’t resign because of you.” I’m sorry.
Thank you for saying, “Why is that?” I’m sorry.
I looked up at the sky,
The clouds gathered for a few days were finally scattered, the sun was pierced by clouds, and the geese sang, leaving behind an open curtain.
I’m in a good mood.
“I don’t want to stay in the past, I want to see the future, without you. I’m sorry.
After that, Sue packed up, and I turned around and waved at him: “So, can you drive?” I’m sorry.
Little Sue leaned on his head and whispered back to me a word.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
I’m very happy to have Sue on the car I used to buy and never get to drive.
Thank you for standing there, looking at me a little further away, and then disappearing in sight.
Zhou Li’s arms were folded to her chest, two soundings, and cynicism: “It’s ironic that the man who was obsessed with the past went to the future and the person who threw the past was the one who went back to the past. I’m sorry.
Thank you for not being so kind last week. I’m sorry.
“Yo, the eyes are ugly. Zhou Li Jiao smiled and threw the letter of resignation into her face: “I quit, I am not afraid of you.” I hope you’ll never see Chan again I’m sorry.
Come on, she’s gone.
Thank you for standing there and groaning.
Of course he’ll never see Chan again.
Chen doesn’t love him anymore.
It was all his fault.
13
I don’t care about thank you anymore. Su and I drove to Tibet.
Fortunately, you’re not afraid to take a car, but you’re like a curious little kid.
“Your cat is really cute. I’m sorry.
Sue and I are so familiar with the joke, he can take it, and sometimes he’s willing to share a few interesting things with me.
He was kept in a mild isolation, and he was cured by the glamour of the mountains along the way.
“Lucky is my friend’s cat, his treasure. I’m sorry.
Sue learned a little bit from me, and he felt sorry for the young man who liked to tan. Listening to me, he changed the subject to make me sad again.
And the day Soo went into hiding, neither I nor he got out of the car and shouted.
Little Sue reacted more than I did, and he immediately flipped out of the trunk of the trunk and started painting in the mountains far away.
I took a couple of pictures with my camera, and I opened the frame with boredom, looked around, and I started writing.
I’ve been painting this painting for six months, and I’ve been working on it for seven times, and I’ve even tore it up again, but I’m not happy with it, no matter how I draw it.
The gentler the journey I remember, the young men on the sun.
I painted him and me at the station after my memory loss, reaching out and smiling at me.
He painted me when I was depressed, and he put me in the hospital, and he laughed when I woke up.
He also drew a smile when he was sick and he was in a chair with his eyes closed to the sun.
But I’m not satisfied. I feel like I’m missing something.
Sioux admired my work, saying that I was just being too strict on myself, just a flaw, a little too much.
And I said to him firmly, “The more the process cannot be accomplished. I’m sorry.
I’m the only one in the world who remembers him. I can’t let that happen.
Junior didn’t understand, but he didn’t talk me out of it.
Six months later, Su and I were waiting for sunrise in front of Budala Palace with a drawing rack.
And the night of Tibet was cold, and little Sote wore a coat to me, saying, “Sleep for a while, I will call you when the sun rises.” I’m sorry.
I shaked my head and thanked him for his kindness.
Waiting for the sunrise was too boring, even Junior couldn’t stand to be bored and gave me a joke.
“Do you know why Christ has never read Buddha in his life?
Because he doesn’t speak Chinese. I’m sorry.
His jokes were more boring, but Junior looked like I looked funny.
After a long time, I found out that Sue was like a kid, like a childish toy, like sweet food, like some boring joke.
I became more and more close to him, and he started calling me sister-in-law, and I called him Sue, but he became more and more like a brother.
14
The sun rises more and more, and the day is like a shameless little girl.
Junior hit two yawns and his pen fell on the floor.
The sun hasn’t come out yet, the visibility is low, and I follow my voice to find pens that don’t know where to roll.
There were a lot of people in the square, and I looked down and looked.
Sue just likes a pen with a hand. If he loses that pen, he’ll be sad.
The moment I just found the pen, I heard a scream over my head.
I had a pen, I stood up, I couldn’t help but admire it.
The red girl leaps out of the piles of green mountains in a golden dress, pouring the first light of grace upon the earth, with the golden roof of the House of Budala, full of peace and holiness.
Among the crowds were people who were on their knees and prayed with their hands and with their pens and their faces closed to the sun.
I finally know what’s missing in the painting.
It’s a blessing.
I started painting with a pen, and lately I’ve been drawing too many steps, and he’s got his eyebrow, and I’ve been drawing a golden light around him.
I painted him and my last, and he held his hand in a hug, smiled softly and looked sorry.
I drew a plume in his right hand.
Little Sue came to see my painting at sunrise.
“Is he the best? It’s different. I’m sorry.
I was a little surprised and asked, “What’s different?” I’m sorry.
Little Soo’s eyebrow covered my painting, and finally he said, “Well… It used to feel like he was gentle, and now he’s warm and warm, and it feels like sun. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
Little Sue showed me the sunrise he painted, which was almost the same thing as, and even more so.
With this painting, he could perhaps jump into fame.
I don’t think so. He’s gonna give me the painting.
“I promised you I’d paint your sunrise. I’m sorry.
I didn’t want the painting at last, and I left it to Junior. With my permission, I filmed his paintings on the Internet, and Sue was so red overnight.
Some of his former paintings were also discovered, and even some said that he would be given an exhibition, and that the sunrise would be placed at the centre.
Little Sue asked me what I said, and I answered him, “If you can, let’s put The Shinigami in your exhibition, and I hope more will remember him. I’m sorry.
“Remember that there was once a gentle young man called Cheng, the more curable and he had a cat, the lucky. I’m sorry.
Sue’s show was a success, and when we got back, Zhou Li had moved away, and she went to the capital to break into her day.
When I talked to her about the fact that she was in love with someone else today, Zhou Li answered with great relief.
She said, “If he truly loves me, even if it was a million miles away, even if it was the voice of the telephone, it would not hold back his thoughts.” I’m sorry.
“If he doesn’t love me, Chen, it’s not called a exotic love, it’s called finding himself a wild dad from outside the country. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh in bed.
And I told her that little Sue was hard to get, that the highest-priced sunrise had reached $70 million, and that my version of “The Sun” had been very expensive.
By my command, Sue gave me a break, and a small brand was set up next to the painting, a name for the most advanced, and what he used to say.
Lucky and fatter, he used to sleep in a soft cat’s nest, and only came out in the sun when I told him to eat, but he ran like a wing.
I’m still in the drawing business. I’m in the flat, but I’m happy.
Time is soft like water, a little to heal the pain.
15
See you later, at Sue’s party.
By that time Su was already a well-known painter who was invited to his celebration, and he was unable to help himself, and was afraid of the crowd, so he asked me to accompany him.
More than a year later, thanks to the great changes, he has grown steadily and matured.
In a dark suit, he had a well-dressed hair lined up with five officers, who were the focus of the crowd wherever he stood.
I looked at him for a second and then I turned around and continued to observe the others in the room.
I saw the ink in the crowd, he was wearing a white suit, he did not comb his hair and appeared to be free.
He toasted me, and so did I.
“I saw your painting. “If he were alive, he would have loved it.” I’m sorry.
And We met with him, and said, “If it were him, he would certainly boast of my work, and then celebrate with me.” I’m sorry.
The ink laughs without saying.
I found Sue in the middle of the meeting, who looked around and smiled at me when he saw me.
I returned him a smile.
And then, suddenly, the ink came with me again.
I looked up at him, and he looked at me, and he smiled, “Miss Chan, I don’t know if you’ll be interested in it.”
“No interest,” I cut him off, “Murk, I’m not interested in you.” I’m sorry.
I’m not interested in an academic maniac who’s been trying to kill people.
The ink looked at him and he put down the glass and touched the watch on his wrist.
And when I wondered whether he was going to give me any psychological hints, he began to laugh: “Miss Chen, it seems that you still have guests, so I will not disturb you.” I’m sorry.
Come on, he turned around and left.
“Yo, isn’t this Miss Chan? I’m sorry.
A sharp sound came in, and I turned to people, and I couldn’t help it.
And We have seen her from a distance, and she is the one who is grateful to her.
A vase that looks empty to me, without brains.
She’s a thank you secretary.
She gave me a terrible impression during the interview.
I can’t even count her shortcomings without remembering time, carelessness, loss of time.
But she also has an advantage that I have to recognize, and she’s always positive.
Even if she had lost her way, she had the courage to go through the past alone.
Thank you so much for probably loving her.
I was not in the mood to talk to my brother at his party and to a third person who had spoken to her, and I didn’t even care about her provocative words, and the light of my eyes fell on her and moved away, fearing that my eyes would be tarnished.
The spirit has no interest in himself and wants to say anything else.
Thank you so much for coming by and separating me from her and cheering me up and laughing, “How’s it going? I’m sorry.
I said to him, “Go away, thank you.” I’m sorry.
He kept his face on the line, pushed him away, changed the subject and kept talking to me: “I saw the painting, it was really good, you were good at drawing people from high school, and this was amazing. I’m sorry.
And from love, I was grateful for seeing as a buzzing fly, so I could slap him in the palm of his hand, and keep him away from me.
But I can’t do that.
I can only smile at him, “Yo, thank you, Mr. President, have you turned third party? I’m sorry.
Thank you for sinking and asking who was the third.
And I overcame her and magnified her voice: “When She and I were married, you were the total girlfriend and you were not the third, were you the fourth? I’m sorry.
The voices of the people around me pointing at the Zeng spirit make me feel hot.
And thanks be to him, and he stouted away his spirit, and explained to you that they were only members of his superiors.
I stood by and watched, and it was funny.
I can see clearly that he’s protecting the spirit.
“Thank you. What do you like about her? I’m sorry.
And thank the sound of the sinking: I am not protecting her, but I am protecting you. I’m sorry.
16
“Protect me? “I laughed and tried to control my hands so I barely threw the wine in his face.
Is he dreaming?
What are you talking about?
And thank you for not answering my question, for coming a few steps closer to me and whispering to me, “I know that you will come today, I just want…”
His tone was low, and he had no follow-up.
I was curious about his first sentence.
He said he knew I’d come.
This celebration was indeed attended by him.
I couldn’t see his attitude and asked, “Thank you, do you want to go back with me?” I’m sorry.
He looked up and looked at me with all the light.
I laughed, and I threw the wine in his face.
Having been caught up in a little trifle, and subsequently being poured on by an ex-wife, thanks to the wind, it will be minimal.
Some of his orders may also be lost.
But what does that have to do with me?
And We returned him to him in cold: “It is not I for whom you miss, the one who shined in my eyes. I’m sorry.
I put the cup on the table next to it, rubbed my finger with a towel.
“Don’t make me sick again, thank you. I’m sorry.
I’m turning around and I’m going.
And when he passed by, he threw wine into his face.
And he left a message: “Thank you for the colour flag, but don’t look for the pearls.” I’m sorry.
Thank you for not speaking again.
He was standing on the ground.
Like a dog in the rain.
Little Sue took me for a ride, and I hugged the night with my arms and a freshman himself.
Night is never the source of pain.
You don’t see your talent.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
