What happened to the women who liked him?
Me and my boyfriend are worse than 13 years old.
My female friend agrees: “O beast! I’m sorry.
His male friend agreed: “O awesome! I’m sorry.
He soon understood the problem, and he knew that it was an evil thing to correct the gap between our ages.
Maybe a lot of middle-aged men think that, but my uncle doesn’t.
The first day I got my license on the road, I got a Porsche.
He was a handsome 30-year-old man who saw me as a rookie, so he got out of the car and asked if I had insurance.
I’ve never dealt with an accident. Call my brother-in-law.
My brother-in-law came and scolded me and said it was my responsibility.
The man laughed: “It was your little girl who rubbed me, and I didn’t move.” I’m sorry.
My brother-in-law didn’t eat him because he used to mix up.
I was afraid of something, so I went up there and realized that my fault was real…
“You stay in the car! My brother-in-law is angry.
And the man looked at his brother-in-law, and looked at me, and said, “Fine, I will write you a thousand dollars to fix the car, and I will take care of it myself.” I’m sorry.
I’m surprised. Isn’t that a big deal? Is the money burning?
After the transfer, my brother-in-law was satisfied.
I just opened the door and the man behind me said, “Are you scared?”
I shake my head.
The man smiled and said, “Remember the next time this happens, don’t move and whoever’s rushing to move.”
I don’t know if I’m gonna start or shake my head and bury my head in the car.
I’ll be back when the man’s car is gone.
It’s not up to the party who doesn’t move.
Did he set me up?
These 30-year-old men, they’re so cunning.
After a few days, my cousin gave a performance award and wanted to give the boss a present.
I went with her to the Red Hotel downstairs.
I’m asking, come down from upstairs.
I just can’t remember where I’ve seen it.
And the man looked up and saw me, and laughed, and stopped by my side, pointing at another bottle of wine on the pedal, and said, “Well, the bar offers us a special price, a gift or a drink of its own.” I’m sorry.
My cousin says, “Are you the boss?” I’m sorry.
Men laugh without talking.
My cousin asks, “How much will the boss pay for the price?” I’m sorry.
The man went back to the waiter and said, “Well, at a minimum discount, how much is it?” I’m sorry.
I looked at him a few times and finally remembered who he was.
He just wondered, “Did the car get fixed?” I’m sorry.
I had no idea.
Is he a mind reader, or is my mind too heavy on his face?
I looked at him a few seconds ago.
How is he sure I remember him?
I pulled my cousin, and I said, “That’s the boss’s car. I’m sorry.
My cousin said a few nice words to the man, and then she thought about red wine, and she’d come by sometime.
The man said, “Wait a minute, “call the waiter, “The wine bag, bring a bottle for the customer. I’m sorry.
My cousin went crazy and kept saying, “How can this be?” I’m sorry.
“It’s normal for a friend to drink tea every day in our line of work. Some friends come for six months without a bottle. I’m sorry.
My cousin smiled and said, “That’s not bad. I’m sorry.
“That’s not how it works, even if it’s for a year, and if it brings in a big bill or a friend, it makes a fortune, right? I’m sorry.
Cousins are responding.
I was suddenly curious about him.
My cousin took a bottle of wine and sent a circle of friends that night.
That’s a lot to say. We’re all supposed to go for a drink sometime.
That’s what he’s talking about.
Aigoo, 30-year-old man, that’s so cunning.
Back that night, he sent me several photographs of wine taken under a professional light and said that we were also “not knowing each other” and could come any time we needed to do so later.
And my curiosity about him has gone far beyond wine.
“If someone comes to drink your wine every day, but doesn’t introduce you to the bill, it’s still a loss.” I’m sorry.
He was quick to get back: good smoke, good tea and good wine, whether friends or not, the higher you are, the more embarrassed he is to come. You can always come here, you can afford these hospitality, you know you can help my friends.
I thought about it and said there must be someone who takes advantage.
And he returned with a smile, and said: “What a child.”
I had an angry look and said I knew everything!
But I waited so long, he didn’t reply.
When I left my phone to wash my face, I came back to see his news, not a word, just one smile.
At the end of the year, all the major malls began to sell wildly, and after the blood of their cousins, they finally got rid of brainwashing “good luck” and caught up with the late peak.
We’ve been standing in the cold for half an hour, and we haven’t hit the car.
I’ve been bored with a circle of friends, and I’ve got a location, and I’ve expressed a sense of irritation at this moment.
I didn’t expect a man to send a message.
He said, “Go forward, to the green belt, and I will be there for up to five minutes.”
I reply: “Receive the benefactor!”
It was only a few minutes before his car appeared in sight, and I pulled my cousin in a bag and ran into the car.
Naturally, I got into the copilot.
When I got in the car, I myself had a little bit of a shock.
He asked me, “Do you go home?” I’m sorry.
I asked him, “Did you just be in the neighborhood? I’m sorry.
He laughed, “Not important. I’m sorry.
Say yes, or no, this one’s not important, and it’s a fantasy!
For some reason, I suddenly wanted to show my cousin that I had a different relationship with him, and then I started to look at the subject: “Did you buy clothes for the New Year?” I’m sorry.
And he laughed: “I was old and I bought new clothes. I’m sorry.
I said, “My grandfather said that every rich and poor person must wear new clothes, and the last year’s bad luck will leave.” I’m sorry.
He laughed, “So you’re a child. I’m sorry.
I turned my head and looked at my cousin, and said, “We are children.” I’m sorry.
My cousin laughed and said, “The boss must have had family to buy it. I’m sorry.
And I thought, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
I thought he was still smiling, but I didn’t think he was very positive, and I said, “No, I didn’t buy it.” I’m sorry.
I missed his chin and he was looking at the rear-view mirror, and he looked at me.
And for no reason, we laughed together.
Neither one of them said anything, but I felt like something I couldn’t say.
I don’t know if it’s a radio song, it’s the smell of hummel in the car, or the man driving around.
I pretended to look out of the car, looked across his side of the face, and my heart shivered.
This man, who hasn’t changed a bit, how can he look better?
In the evening, I sat on a rug with a handler and went on with men.
We said, “You should pay a lot in peace.” Drink often?
He goes back: it’s fun, it’s bad, it’s good.
I said, “Do you drink today?”
He goes back: no wine.
I bit my lips, and I felt sweet.
It was also important to start talking about personal matters if you wanted to know more about him.
So I said that I was really sad, that the guy in high school was bringing his girlfriend back to the reunion, that my heart was sorely hurt, that my mom and dad had a dozen fights in the next few days, that I was going through a world war every day.
He came back to me: World War I’ve been through.
When I asked, “Do you get divorced too?”
And he returned a smile, and cried, and said: How can it be separated?
And he said: “The ninth year of division.”
Seeing nine years, I realized how helpless and sad he was.
And he said to me, “When she broke up with you a few years ago, she always said, “Have happiness. Have happiness. I will remember your good.” She said you’d take care. Only once she said she knew.
And he asked me, “Is this a sign, and she has given up.”
I don’t know what the answer to the question is, but I’ll just answer him: If you don’t, you don’t have to care if she doesn’t.
He did it for a while, back: I’m not as good as a kid.
I protest: I am not a child.
He went back to a string of Ha ha ha ha, and then he said, “I don’t have to go out when I can’t read.”
I said, “Where to?”
He’s back: Go see you.
A few days before Spring Festival, the Red Hotel business had been excellent.
I walk through it a few times, I look in my neck, and I can’t see if he’s inside.
As a result, one night when he came out and looked in, he ran into him when he was sending his guests out.
He smiled, and he said, “Gimbrow, have a drink? I’m sorry.
I was wearing my brother-in-law’s tampons, and I stepped on a pair of pig-headed cotton slippers, and he hesitated, and he pushed the door even more open, and said, “No one is going to close the shop. * I’m so relieved, I’m in *
He washes tea, washes tea, pours tea, and a fine and light set of moves.
I looked at his face in silence and found a small but beautiful mole on his eyebrows.
And I have the same one on my other eyebrow.
I looked and laughed.
He looked up, interested in looking at me.
I mean the mole on the side of my eyebrow.
And lo! he touched his mole, and said: be born. I’m sorry.
I nodded, “Me too. I’m sorry.
He said, “It was a memory of the previous life. I’m sorry.
“Did we both get shot in more than one life?” I’m sorry.
He smiled, and said, “Speak again, think of a good word. I’m sorry.
And I held my chin and thought for half a day and laughed, “Is it for the mark of one another?” I’m sorry.
And he gave her a cup of tea, and laughed, and said, “That means that it is still a meeting.” I’m sorry.
It’s like there’s an electric surge in my heart that’s been going from heart to belly.
I suddenly became quiet, drank tea, learned to look like him and made tea again.
I was in the wrong order, and he held my hand and pushed it to the canteen, and he said, “Put it down here.”
My skin’s touching, my heart’s getting tighter.
The water’s pouring in, the white air…
So you’ll get drunk with tea.
In the morning, I went back home in my cousin’s car.
My brother-in-law went to buy water and I looked at his shop.
My cousin and I had a reason to get out and run to him.
Look around and he’s not here.
I went back to the car empty-headed, on the freeway, and I had a little bit of desolation in my heart.
And suddenly I realized, the one that was always written in the novel: I left the city with you, away from everything that was with you… the sadness behind that.
He hesitated all the way, and finally he didn’t get a message.
Only one in the circle of friends: New Year’s! Friends, meet up.
I’m in a bad mood when I use the look in the back.
Until he went back to Grandpa’s house, wrapped the dumplings at night, saw the spring night, and he remained quiet and quiet.
At zero o’clock, my cousins were setting firecrackers, and I looked up at the fireworks that were blooming in the sky, and I made one of the sweetest wishes of my life.
Please let me have something with him.
My parents aren’t very close, and I know very little that they’ve both cheated on the marriage because they always hear the name of another man and a woman in the arguments.
The two men became the handle and the weapons in their hands.
At the end of primary school, it seemed that Mom and Dad had settled and agreed to go home to sleep every night and have dinner with me on weekends.
When it’s normal, the family looks normal. But when two people argue, the names appear more often.
“Who were you asking for anything like that? I’m sorry.
“How clean were you when you didn’t feel ashamed? I’m sorry.
If it’s not gonna affect me, I’m gonna move to my house in junior high and come home only on weekends, and then I’m gonna get bored and I’m gonna be distracted and my parents are gonna come over for dinner this weekend.
This means that a weekly family-family model is reached.
It’s probably because of this growing environment. I’ve always had a good hearing, and I can get a signal from 10 meters away when anyone in my family mentions Mom and Dad.
I said I didn’t want to worry about Mom and Dad, but I was afraid they’d get divorced.
Fortunately, Dad’s getting rich and Mom’s getting divorced.
Mom’s speech went from “I don’t want to see him for a day” to “I’ll take him to death. I’m not going to be happy. He’s not going to be happy.” I’m sorry.
That was the first time I thought money was a good thing.
It tied Mom and Dad to death.
In the next few days, Mom and Dad always come to the baby’s house, and they’re always just talking, one face, one air.
But I can tell from the point of view that their relationship is okay.
This should be a good day.
I whispered these things to Grandma, who cried, but rubbed her eyes with her palms, saying, “You’re the only one who cares, and it’s better for you to have half the knowledge of your parents…”
My family pitys me, and I think it’s good that I’ve known how to look at people and give them space since I was a kid, and that I’ve managed to balance family relationships with each other, and I’ve never pressed for them.
I think it’s kind of incontrovertible.
It’s just that, for the first time in a man’s life, I really felt that I should be more active…
I look at the bald trees in Grandma’s yard every day, and I wonder, if I see him a little more, talk to him a little more, and let him know more about himself, would he be more impressed?
I’d like to know if I’d come forward with a message.
Even if it’s a bunch of pro-life messages.
That’s it. I hope he’s reached his peak since 30 years ago.
And then as the yearning faded, so did the obsession.
Time is such a good thing. I’m finally thinking about him less in seconds.
When I come back, one of my bad teeth is finally gone.
I went to the dentist and I had four teeth to grow.
While I was waiting in the hospital, I took a picture of my broken tooth, and I sent a circle of friends.
I knew you guys were so expensive, why would I eat so many big rabbits? No teeth, no teeth.
A man’s second comment: A companion who doesn’t pay for a bag?
I bit the spongeBob in my mouth and went back to him: “Don’t be false. Are you really with me?”
He replied: “If you want, I’ll be with you.”
I’m back: I want it.
He said, “Situation.”
Even if I did, I didn’t take it seriously, because then he said he’d buy me a toothbrush and a baby toothbrush, and the more I heard him, the more I thought he was joking.
So, when I saw a man, his mouth was swollen, and he looked at the man half loud, and he spitd out a few words: “You flew in? I’m sorry.
The man sat across from me, two couches were close, and his knees were next to my knees.
My first reaction was not that they were too close, but that their legs were too thick…
So I tried to push the couch back. Moved back and tried to move with the couch, but the couch was stuck, lost its weight and went straight over.
He was so sensitive, he pulled me, he lifted up the couch, and when I tried to sit down, he grabbed me.
I sat right on his leg.
He said, “I am more stable than the couch.” I’m sorry.
Despite, there was a sudden incident on the leg.
But I don’t know where the physical reaction came from, but the light-fired stone still slit his shoulder.
The human bench was sitting for only a few seconds, and his heart was beating out of his chest and his face was burning for a while.
I’m afraid I’ll have to spray blood if my blood pressure is high.
So I took his shoulder and stood up, so I didn’t show his shyness and stress, and he didn’t feel like he was resisting him, and I snorted as if his teeth were hurting.
He received the message I wanted to convey: I couldn’t move, I had a toothache.
From sitting down to standing up, the whole set flowed naturally, and neither of them seemed to be in a state of discomfort and twitch.
He will surely look at me and laugh, and say, “I have pulled out my teeth, as if you were not in pain. I’m sorry.
I murmured back: “I am a man who is afraid of life and death. I’m sorry.
He laughed again and said, “Let’s go see a doctor.” It’s okay. We can go. I’m sorry.
I nodded in front of the corridor, and as soon as he stood up, he naturally held my hand in the direction.
He walks ahead, pulls me behind, I walk slowly, and he steps in small steps.
I have the illusion that my husband is having a baby with his wife.
When the man knocked at the door of the clinic, he whispered to me, “How do I feel about taking my daughter to a dentist?” I’m sorry.
What?
Are the images so different?
I’ve been worried since I got out of the clinic.
The car came over and took his car again several months later, and the smell of the sauerkraut still smells good.
I think people come so far to see themselves, they have to say something.
“How did you, then, quickly, come?” I’m sorry.
He said, “When I saw your circle of friends, I was in A City doing something. I’m sorry.
And I realized, A, it’s not that far from me, but it’s not that close…
He pulled over and said, “Are you afraid of blood in his mouth? I’ll buy you a bottle of water, and you squeak. I’m sorry.
I nodded my head, and I was full of spit, and I kept holding it.
And when he had bought water, I drank it and threw it out, and he said to me, “Don’t talk to me, and you don’t think so much.” It must be hard to grow up when you’re young. I’m sorry.
I stopped drinking, my eyes were hot, and I felt something rolling.
He always seemed to see me very easily.
I’m actually a little unhappy.
If he didn’t show up at first, I wouldn’t have been able to survive alone.
But now that I’m here, let me taste it, he’s leaving again.
Who knows, I just walked into the school door and suddenly heard him call me after me: “Will you come with me?” I’m sorry.
I must have gone crazy that day.
The car drove all the way from school.
He smiled at me in the face.
I despised him, “Do I look funny? I’m sorry.
And he answered me, “A man laughs, not necessarily because he is funny. I’m sorry.
He looked at me like, “Well, for example, he ate a good meal, he blew a nice wind, he drove a nice car. I’m sorry.
I mean, the car’s bottle: “It smells good.” I’m sorry.
And as soon as the voice came down, he heard him say, “The girl with whom you love.” I’m sorry.
I pretended to look at him incredibly.
He thought he had offended me by pointing at a black roller-haired doll in front of the car.
I had to touch the head of the doll and pretend to speak to myself: “Oh, you’re also Mo.” I’m sorry.
The man didn’t think I’d get so close and laugh.
I know that he’s not much of a free man to say things that he likes, and it’s hard for him, and he’s very curious not to go on with it, but to bring out the eggs from his pocket.
He said, “Why are you hiding this? I’m sorry.
And I said, “I’m frightful, I’m afraid there’s a lot of blood to lose in the clinic…”
He laughed again, and said, “I am not hungry, so keep your strength.” I’m sorry.
I broke the eggs together and sent them to his mouth, saying, “You know, you are important to many people. I’m sorry.
He looked back and I looked back.
Let him decide to eat eggs with his mouth open, as if it were something I said with an eye.
And when the road had passed in half, he said, “You seem to have a way with me.” I’m sorry.
I heard a laugh, “You used my grandfather’s tricks. I’m sorry.
“How old am I in your heart? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t say I liked the little ones. I’m sorry.
I thought of him more often after that day.
It was only then that I realized that there was a threshold between thoughts and memories.
Those days before I pulled my teeth, I didn’t even miss his qualifications.
Only when I get along and get emotional, I finally miss him.
And since that day, every day he’s been doing, I know exactly what he’s doing.
On departure, photos will be taken in the car.
A little video of tea in the shop.
Take a picture of the pillow before bedtime.
And I don’t care if I don’t want to know the details, he just gives it to himself.
And I laughed, “I am not afraid that you will hide your treasure.” I’m sorry.
He only smiled and did not speak.
A few days later, he followed me to the clinic to untie the line.
When we’re done with the line, and on our way home, my cousin calls, “Does the roommate go with you?” I’m sorry.
And I thought that he was a man whom my cousin knew, and that he could not say what was in his mind, and said to her, “There is a man whom you know to go with me.” I’m sorry.
My cousin was bored for a few seconds, and I didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry.
I was surprised. I said, “How did you guess? And when you look back at men, men are a little surprised.
And then my cousin screamed, “You two are together? I’m sorry.
I put the microphone down, “You’re thinking too much. I’m sorry.
My cousin paused and said, “That’s great. Your dad’s gonna break your leg. I’m sorry.
I looked in the mouth and pretended to look in his face.
His face was relaxed, nothing unusual, and I was relieved to laugh with my cousin, saying, “What kind of relationship doesn’t have to be, but when someone looks at him, I learn from him, and I’ll find someone better.” I’m sorry.
That’s all I’m saying.
But again, he must know me.
I’m just kidding.
My cousin also heard that I might not be able to speak, but I’m just talking.
For a moment, I noticed something wrong with him.
So he turned his back, and said, “I just didn’t know what to say with my cousin, and I was afraid that she might ask her questions, and I wanted to make a joke.” I’m sorry.
He doesn’t talk.
And I went after him and explained, and he just said, “Nothing, what to eat? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stand to hang up and forced him to park.
He’s silent.
I said, “If it is a fight, let me know what’s wrong.” I’m sorry.
He finally said, “In your heart, for whatever reason and for whatever purpose, you won’t say anything like that if you think of me a little bit. I’m old-fashioned, but I haven’t been honest with you for a second. I’m sorry.
And when he said that, I suddenly twisted my mind and looked back at him.
For the first time, I felt like I was losing him.
I’m gonna get off, he’s gonna get off and stop me, I’m gonna throw my arm and he’s gonna pull.
I can’t help it at last. “Is this funny on the street? I’m sorry.
He said, “Does my words hurt you, too? Are you going to say evil things without account?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know why I was angry with him the other day and then calmed down to understand that I was trying to provoke him to confess.
How can I forget when I’ve grown up like this all the time?
Maybe he gave me too much.
All night long, all I had to think about was his face and my tears went out of control.
I know it was my fault, but I can’t say I apologize.
Why not this time?
I have never been as unconscionable as I am now, and I would prefer to be his exception and special.
First time, open your eyes to dawn.
The phone’s still quiet. I can’t help it.
I unlocked my phone repeatedly, but I never had the courage to push the dial key.
Just a few minutes after 10:00, I saw his name flashing on the notice page, and my breath almost stopped there.
He said, “The phone dropped in the restaurant yesterday and came back to look for it, it was closed. I’m sorry.
I was prepared to deal with the storm, because the logic of the news was confused.
I wanted to make him say more, and I just said one word back: Yeah.
The dialogue box is again showing the input, and I’m a little scared.
He said, ‘I am sorry for what afflicted you yesterday.’
I wanted the exception and the special, and he gave it to me anyway.
And I’m feeling a lot better, and I’m telling you, you know, girls don’t have to win, they want an attitude.
And he looked at me in silence and said, “I apologize because I care.” Moe, I’m not talking about you. I’m with you. I’m always ashamed.
That’s all I’ve been thinking about.
I haven’t been on his side for the last ten hours since the fight.
He would be so angry and more interested today in his age, his sincerity and his worth are all I want most, and he is too young to be worried about his academic excellence, handsomeness and enthusiasm.
I tried to get him to confess in the way I dealt with young boys of the same age.
But with him, he can only understand that I am really that bad in you.
I’m like putting all his pride under my feet.
After this set of logic, I finally understood how wrong I was.
I told him I was serious: I’m sorry, I was wrong. I was so greedy about your maturity that I deliberately ignored your age that I treated you wrong from the beginning.
His phone call came in while I was sending a message.
When he slows down and gives me a duck cake, one thing comes out of the blue.
“Hey, did you set me up again? I’m sorry.
He looked at me innocent.
I’m not happy to say, “You’re just trying to get me to know the right way to get along with you, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
He didn’t understand. Give me the cake.
I’ve seen his face, and I can’t believe it. That’s the way he set it.
And I said, “You know, I’m going to be in love with you like a student, so you’re going to fight about this, and you’re going to make me understand that this is not going to work for you, because you’re a lot older than me, you’re a social person, and I’m going to be so angry that I don’t know what to do. I have to grow fast to match you, don’t I? I’m sorry.
He lets me blame him, or smile a little, wipe my hands, change the dirty plate into a new one and put it back in front of me.
I can’t do this.
He said, “You think too much, you’ll be yourself, you’ll be so angry, but everyone has their own line, and it’ll be a lot less fun to start with knowing where it is than you’ve been fighting over it all your life. I’m sorry.
He said, ‘Your bottom, I know that I will not touch. I’m sorry.
We asked him, “What is my line?” I’m sorry.
He said, “I’ll answer you.” Whatever you think, whatever you decide, you’ll feel better. I’m sorry.
One word, that silences me.
I never even knew what my life line was before I met him.
I used to feel respect, and I wanted my parents to respect my decisions about my life, and then they didn’t even learn to respect each other.
But I didn’t understand until he said it. Yes, I did.
To parents, to me or to abandon me.
Just give me a confession.
For him, good, or loose.
Just give me an answer.
Don’t make me guess, don’t make me wait, don’t let me live in fear.
And so, from spring to autumn.
He’s got a lot of work to do in his store, but every weekend he’ll meet me early.
Sometimes he walks to the end of the night and the road is so wasteful that he can’t find a taxi and he goes home behind my back.
On the way to tell me the ghost story, I was afraid to hit him. “You’re childish, you scare a girl so she can hold herself tight, okay? I’m sorry.
He went to the riverside rail, put me on top of it, and turned and threw me into the river, and I screamed.
He kissed me while I was scared.
After a kiss, he bowed his head at the tip of my nose and smiled, “Is it out of date?” I’m sorry.
I looked at him hot.
In October, his friend sent him a sticker for his 12th birthday party.
I can’t help but wonder that this age would have a 12-year-old.
He said, “Sometimes I think about it, and I feel afraid. I’m sorry.
I said, “Can I come with you?” I’m sorry.
I told him that many of the kids in my class had a 12-year-old birthday party and that I was looking forward to having a ceremony, a nice dress, and a lot of gifts.
Unfortunately it didn’t work out.
And he said, “I can do it for you when I am twelve years old.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Who will you stand with if I am the lead?” I’m sorry.
He replied, “Can’t we both be the protagonists?” I’m sorry.
My heart stopped at that moment.
We said, “Do not scare me, I am still a third-rate baby.” I’m sorry.
I’d like to use it to tell him that marriage is a little far away.
He returned to me: “You will have the day ready, right? I’m sorry.
He knew that I was not resisting him, but merely the marriage itself.
But I found myself a little scared.
You can’t hide from me every time you pass this.
On the day of the birthday party, he and I were at the table where he was his most familiar friends, each with a brand name on it, and looked like he was in good shape.
Women tend to take care of their children while pulling up their homes and buying new buildings and investing in new businesses, and how is the mother-in-law’s sister-in-law?
The men, on the other hand, are crying and crying while at the same time propagating what relationship they have recently set up and expanding the business landscape to what level.
At first, I listened with interest and thought it was a new door.
One more word and I feel like I’m sitting at my dad’s dinner table every year and showing my grandpa how big he is today.
He will also occasionally talk to those present here, even if anyone comes in a similar way, but I just think he’s different from them.
Same age, different sincerity and grace.
He’s always afraid that I’ll be bored, so he whispers to me what every friend does, how he meets, how he spends most of his time, and he’s called to a different table to drink.
I had to hold on to the smile and listen to the table.
Women went out with their children, and men’s issues had changed since then.
After learning of the divorce of a friend at the next table, a beautiful college girl was found, and the men at the table had always shown a high level of interest and continued to discuss it.
I just feel like I’m insulting myself.
No one seems to care about the emotional path of divorced men and female students.
There is a high degree of convergence among men.
He’s looking for young and pretty girls, which means he’s pretty cool.
I didn’t even say hello. Turn around and walk out.
He saw it at the table next door, dropped the cup and followed it up.
At the door, he grabbed me and I choked him: “These are your best friends? Are you with them? Is that why you’re looking for me? I’m sorry.
He seemed to understand the problem at once, “I thought you wouldn’t like them, but I didn’t think it would be such a foul thing. I’m sorry.
He said, “I hesitated to bring you here, but what I decided later was that I wanted you to understand my true circumstances.” These friends, like me, came out to work when they were young and poor, and most people in society looked no different, but it must be vulgar compared to those of you who went to college. I know you’ll think that I’m not that kind of person, just hiding better. I’m sorry.
I hadn’t thought about it before, but at the beginning of the second, I was really shaken.
I couldn’t be with him every day, and the real man in life was elegant or vulgar. I had no idea.
But if he had such a friend, what would he really do?
I felt like maybe I wasn’t on the same side with him.
And I walked out of the front of the hotel, and he came after him, and said, “I will not argue with you, nor will I say a word, and I will take you back.” I’m sorry.
I was very determined, “No need. I’m sorry.
And he came, and said: I will take you, and I will send you back. I’m sorry.
And We turned my head and looked at him with horror, but at the first glance I saw a prayer in his eyes.
He said, ‘You can be angry, and I can wait, but don’t think of me worse.’ I’m sorry.
I understand that I have a problem with him, even if it wasn’t for him directly, and that I have some mustard on his friends.
It’s like falling into a dead end, because it’s been a dead end for days, and it’s not gonna turn around.
I was told by a sister of the group that she pulled me back in a light and easy way.
Aoi said, “Is he in love with you or are you friends with your friends?” It’s said that the Zhu’s family is still affected? Besides, there’s no one else who does business. You think you’re going to get a girl to be your wife? You think he’s as comfortable in school as you are? If he wants to make money and earn a living, is he entitled to choose his friends? I’m sorry.
Well, I’m being narrow again.
So I thought I’d go back to him this weekend and make up for his wounded little heart.
When the car arrived, I used to climb into the copilot, but I saw two old men sitting in the back row.
He said, “Mom’s coming here for a little thyroid surgery, just landed, just to have dinner. I’m sorry.
I was never a stranger, but I sat in a car that day, so nervous and sweating.
One meal is still very cozy, and the two old people look like they’ve come a long way, saying that the food here is more expensive than the home, and that they order more food and provide for me.
In the same tone and spirit, old people shake my hand like Grandma, with one hand, and the other with one hand running over my back, and it’s always hot in my eyes.
On the way to dinner, I said I had to go to the bathroom, I had to sneak out to settle the account, brush my phone and turn around, and I saw him standing behind me.
And he wrapped me in his arms, and his jaw covered my head, and he said, “Did he suddenly see my parents?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head and said, “Well, well, Uncle and Auntie are fine. I’m sorry.
He said, “We were separated last week and we didn’t know what else we could do to show our loyalty, so we wanted to bring them to you.” I’m sorry.
He said, ‘I didn’t try, neither did you. I was serious with you, because I was too serious to show you my most true side.’ If you don’t like me, so do I. I’m sorry.
I have nothing but a feeling that I will take a step closer to his future.
It’s not as remote and as horrible as it might have been.
Before the winter break, the old man said he was going home, and I went to the airport with him.
On the way back, he took out a bag and said it was a sweater my mother knitted for me.
The old lady said I wore a couple of sweaters, and the winter wind poured them into my eyes, so she knitted me a tight one.
I put it on the car. It’s a good shoulder size.
And I asked him, “How does auntie know my size and not measure it?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Mama, when you fall asleep, she’ll measure it with her hand. I’m sorry.
I don’t have a hot eye.
I was afraid of marriage, but I was afraid of him, and I was afraid of the future.
But now I have nothing to worry about about him.
Then I’ll fight for it, even if it breaks.
Cold break, I took him home.
In the first sentence, he introduced his name and he was my boyfriend, the second sentence, he was 13 years old.
It seems like he’s just a few seconds late, but soon he’ll be hot enough to drag him into the house.
When he was busy pouring water for food, he reported on his work, income, marriage, family.
I took him straight home when my brother sent it to my parents.
And my mother was angry at the door, and said, “There is no one without me, so do it.” I’m sorry.
It’s not normal for Dad to be so quiet about smoking.
He gave my father a detailed account of how he knew him from the beginning and how he established a relationship, and everything that happened today.
In the end, Dad raised his head, his eyes were red, rubbing and rubbing, and I said, “Dad never let you get care and love from me, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I haven’t cried at my father for more than a decade, and that day I thought about it, I couldn’t live with it, but I fell out of it without listening.
Dad said, “You two go out for dinner, don’t waste your time, don’t cry, I’ll give it to you. I’m sorry.
Finally, Dad and Mom made a deal and my dad added two houses to Mom’s name, and Mom promised.
I fell on the door and went to the hotel and complained to him, saying, “My mother just lost her money. She’s been keeping her marriage on money for the rest of her life, and my father’s getting paid for it!” I’m sorry.
He said: “What does she want with money, when she is almost fifty?” Who are you thinking about? I’m sorry.
I said, “You don’t know my mother, she loves money!” I’m sorry.
And he turned his head and laughed, and said, “O you, be wise, and be foolish.” I’m sorry.
Mother of the world, there’s no love for children.
I snagged it.
My relationship with my mother has been frozen ever since.
In 30 years, we were at Grandma’s house with dumplings, a skin, a bag, a night’s work, and nobody said a word.
My mom didn’t leave me with all the papers until midnight, when he gave me money.
My mother said, “What do I need these houses for? Your damn father has money to spend all over the women. I won’t give you that hard. How much can he leave you?” I’m sorry.
My mother was so angry that she said, “Marrying a man older than you, he’ll never live. He’s already dead. You’ve got so many properties, you’ve got enough for three or five baby-sitters to live to 100. Who cares if we’re all dead? I’m sorry.
I listened to my mother and cried.
He was right.
Mothers of the world don’t love their children.
I finally married him on my 24th birthday.
What happened to the women who liked him? – Hashinan Snow’s answer.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
