What is the most hopeless secret love experience? – Dust.

What is the most hopeless secret love experience? – Dust.

What is the most hopeless secret love experience? – What?

I fell in love with a man for 10 years, watching my roommate and asking me to help her.

On the phone, his voice was as low as ever, “I’ve never liked a man like that, Jing, please. I’m sorry.

But I didn’t hear any of the pleas, as if he had already made sure I wouldn’t refuse.

For me, he’s always got a good shot.

One.

Song Chiyu and my roommate are kissing.

It’s hard, love.

I looked at it like my heart was ripped open.

The moment I promised to help him with his roommate, it was a surprise, it was a shock, it was a mess.

Two of them kissed too much and never found anyone behind them.

“Come to my place tonight? “Song Chiyu’s voice was terrible in the quiet night.

And because of his words, my heart fell into a cave, completely frozen into ice.

So they’ve come this far?

My roommate seemed to hammer him with a smile in his voice, “What are you thinking, I promised Jing to read her thesis tonight! I’m sorry.

They seemed to be on their foreheads, talking again, and from a distance, they could still be seen as intimacy.

After seeing her upstairs, Song Chiyu turned around and finally saw me.

He took away his smile.

I turned my face so hard that I couldn’t look at him, I tried hard to contain my emotions and I took my feet to the dormitory.

I’ve had so much of a shock from that scene that I can’t breathe.

I stayed with him as a friend for 10 years, and I never saw him falsify any girl, and he was always cold and wise to me.

To wake up and even suspect that in his eyes, I may be a player even of vague sex.

That was the first time I saw him.

They’ve known each other 10 days.

Ten days.

But I have fallen in love with Song Chiu-sun for 10 years, covering almost the entire youth.

I couldn’t go to the same university with him.

Then I read it again for a year, and I was forced to go to another city because I had to fill out a voluntary error.

We’ve barely been in touch since college.

Now that he’s on the right track, I’m busy with my dissertation, and our contacts are even worse.

Every time I tried to come to him, he refused without hesitation, “How quiet, I’m busy. I’m sorry.

Sometimes I can’t help but call him on video, often without a word, and he’s busy again.

I know I can’t blame him for anything.

In his heart, I’m just a friend who’s known for a long time.

Until ten days ago, roommates took pictures from my cell phone and accidentally looked at Song Chiyu’s photo in the album.

She’s got her finger on her, and she smiles, “This man’s a good-looking man. I’m sorry.

I saw what she saw in her eyes.

I didn’t answer. I barely found an excuse to leave.

Even though I knew they wouldn’t cross, I couldn’t sleep that night.

A strong sense of crisis quickly flooded me.

The roommate, who was a recognized goddess at the college, had a beautiful face and a desire to be pure, and had a sensation in school.

But she always looked like she was so close, so cold and hot, and for four years in college, no one had access to her eyes.

I didn’t think she was interested in Song Chiyu because of a photo.

And even less, when I was so hot, I finally had the courage to confess to Song Chiyu.

Song Chiyu, who has always been cold and cold, fell in love with my roommate at first sight, when he was on my video.

I remember his eyes were bright and his eyebrow bended, as if he had hidden the original sharp outline, leaving only one person in his eyes.

I’m familiar with that look.

It’s love at first sight.

The next day after the video, Song Chiyu called me and asked me to help with the roommate.

On the phone, his voice was as low as ever, “I’ve never liked a man so much, Jing, please. I’m sorry.

It was the first time he asked me, and the first time he called me Jing.

But I didn’t hear any of the pleas, as if he had already made sure I wouldn’t refuse.

For me, he’s always got a good shot.

Aware of this, sour and dreary gushes up and spreads all over the body.

But what can I do? I can’t stop him from loving someone, like I can’t stop myself from always loving him.

I agree.

They agreed to hook him up with my roommate and to be this ridiculous mediaman.

Next thing you know, it makes sense because of me, they added to each other.

On every occasion, he told me that he was busy, that he had taken three days off to visit my roommate, and that today was their first official meeting.

But look at the situation, they’re already out of shape.

The moment the roommate’s voice came up, “Jing, I’m with him. I’m sorry.

Two.

“Oh, that’s good. I’m sorry.

I went back a little, and pretended to sit down, open the computer and change the paper, and enter it several times before I lost the word “me.”

The roommate’s voice is funny, “It’s thanks to you as a mediaman.” I’m sorry.

I typed my hands tight, my heart stinged, my fingers shaking.

Yeah, they’re my set.

It was me who told his roommate all his preferences and suggested that he should choose the topic when he spoke.

And I told my roommate Song Chiyu that she had never been with another woman and that she was in deep love.

For the last 10 days, I watched Song Cheon-soon bragging at his roommate, and watched his roommate talk about Song Chi-Syu, smiling on his face, and watching them fall in love.

Many nights, I buried my head deep in the covers and heard his voice on his roommate’s phone, “Good boy, don’t stay up late. Good night.” I’m sorry.

The air’s fuzzy and laughs, the tails are low and sexy.

I’ve never had anything to do with it.

In that moment, I realized that I was sorry.

I even thought that if I lied to Song Chiyu and said that my roommate already had someone else to like, he would give up with such pride.

Then maybe I have a chance…

“To thank you…”

When the roommate came behind me, he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me back from my mind.

“Tomorrow, Cheon-yu and I decided to invite you to dinner, Jing, will you not refuse? I’m sorry.

As soon as I’m down, I want to say no.

The roommate didn’t give me a chance to say no.

“The day after tomorrow, he’ll be back at the office, and I’ll go straight to him when I get my diploma next month. After this meal, the three of us won’t have a chance to meet again. I’m sorry.

He said his roommate buried his head in my neck, squeezed, some hot breath sprayed on her neck, and she was soft and cold.

“Jing, that’s what he meant. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

If I had a little bit of luck last night, now I think I understand what Song Chiyu means.

In the firepots near the school, the bottoms were grunting and hot.

Song Chiyu is peeling shrimp for my roommate.

He bowed his head a little, and his long fingers fell clean and removed the shrimp head and tail, and his hands were raised to the point.

I suddenly remembered that Song Cheon-syu was a blouse, and particularly hated the slime and smoothness of shrimp peeling, which made him sick.

Last year, on his birthday, I was in a car for four hours, and I bought a cake, and I made a table full of food with a clumsy heart, and I burned my hand.

Song Chiyu saw my red and swollen back, and his eyes were so complicated, “Why don’t you cook without it?” I’m sorry.

If I don’t talk, he pulls my hand, puts a ointment on it, a little for my burns.

Song Chiu-sun was so gentle to me that I was a bit confused and a little overwhelmed.

Look at that white shrimp on the table and I’m like, “I can’t get my hands on it. Can you peel it for me later? I’m sorry.

Song Chiyu wrinkled, refused without hesitation, even with a hint of blame in his eyes. I’m sorry.

In a word, the atmosphere has changed.

If it was the past, I wouldn’t care. But I didn’t know what was going on the other day, but I felt the pain of my stomach and the tears fell down completely uncontrollably.

In the end, I put up with burning pain, despite my wounded hand, and stripped all of that white shrimp.

And Song Chiyu looked at me in silence and tried to speak on several occasions without saying anything.

I took it from my memory, and saw Song Chion-soon put the peeled shrimp where his roommate could touch his hand, wipe his hand with wet tissues, and slowly look at me.

The moment I met him, I finally understood.

He did it on purpose.

The place burned last year left a small scar and a gap between me and him. Now Song Chiu-soon has torn the scar with his own hand and put salt on a bloody wound in order to make me completely dead.

He knew how I felt about him and that I didn’t just think of him as a friend.

He invited me to dinner to peel shrimp for his roommate in front of me. It is in this way that he told me not to think, nor to disturb his life.

There was a sting in the heart, and I bowed my head away from his eyelids and shivered in the hand with chopsticks.

It was a very long meal, so I didn’t talk to them until suddenly there was a noise on the top.

I looked up and saw a guy with a red face apologizing to Song Chiyu.

Basically, they’re playing a big adventure and losing the most beautiful girl in the room.

Song Chiyu’s face is ugly, but it’s not good to have it in public. The boy knew what he was doing and said he was sorry.

I went over to see my roommate.

The roommates always love hot pots, but it’s not too hot, when the pretty face and the cheeks are slightly red, the luminous forehead seept sweatballs and the lips are glamorous.

Many of the people around are still looking at her, and several boys are still looking at her.

My remaining light was caught in the shape of a tall, unearthed body that was slowly coming this way.

My lips bend.

There seems to be a lot of confusion in the heart.

Young people have the courage to take one more chance, even though they already have a past.

When he moved, he went to see Song Chiu-sun. He was so pale.

I’m suddenly interested in putting down chopsticks and lifting my arms, and I’m just looking at it.

Then I saw the boy just one metre away from my roommate, with long legs round her and straight to me.

I was surprised.

The boy looked right at me, his eyes were bright, he had a little bit of a smile, but he had a clean smile. I’m sorry.

I paused and went to see Song Chiyu.

I don’t know. It’s not my fault he looks colder.

3

In a moment, there were many thoughts and images.

I am not unswerving in this decade-long one-way journey.

I have seen with my own eyes how Song Chiyu rejected the women who had confessed to him, by means that were pure and simple, with little respect.

So We took heed of his love, and We remained indifferent, and preferred to be his gentle and kind friend.

But his enthusiasm has not been met with a single response, in exchange for his indifference and restraint. And for a long time, the pain and fatigue that cannot be desired will almost crush me.

At that time I learned that I had not been able to go to the same university with him, and that that was the moment when a long backlog of emotions peaked, for the first time, with the idea of giving up.

He didn’t show up the day he broke up.

At the end of the day, I was told by a fellow man, who, after I refused, was very disappointed, but still offered to take me home.

I thought I’d go back to my house and pass through Song Chiyu’s house, and somehow I agreed.

The moon was beautiful that night, and the boys and I were walking in parallel, trying to figure out what to talk about.

I’ll respond to every word he says until that familiar door hits my eyes.

I couldn’t help but look up and see Song Chiyu on the balcony.

When I returned home, when I took a shower and lay on my bed and played with my cell phone, it became clear that a video of a fellow male student confessing to me had been sent to the class.

The video was too loud to hear, and I ended up leaving the box with him. The students who had nothing to do with it were in the crowd.

At this point, I received a message from Song Chiyu:

“Do you want to read it again? I’m sorry.

I immediately realized another meaning in his words, that he wanted to go to the same university as me.

Even if he didn’t pick anything out, in my eyes that’s the signal he’s going to send me.

It seems as if my heart is dry and dry, while it hurts.

He always seemed to give me hope after a little disappointment.

So what does the signal in his eyes mean now that he has a girlfriend and is determined to leave me alone with this meal?

When I think of it, I’m breathing a little, and I’m trying to see what he’s looking at, and the roommate suddenly has his side covering up part of my sight, and then holding his hand to his ten fingers.

It appeared that Song Chiyu had tumbled and then looked down at her, and the eyebrows were soft.

And it was a moment when We realized that the last little hope in our hearts was destroyed.

Strangely, there is no calm in mind.

I looked down, I looked back, I looked across the street at the boys.

The boy was more nervous than he looked at me, and he repeated what he just said. I’m sorry.

When you hear that, the crowd laughs.

He doesn’t seem to understand.

There’s a smileful reminder that you know him, “Ho Chu, you’re the one who confessed, why are you being chased?” I’m sorry.

He looked at me like he finally felt something.

“Yes.” I interrupted him.

This time, I didn’t go to see what Song Chiyu looks like right now.

In a loud noise, I looked at Ho Chau, and saw his throat rolling, and the red of his ears spread to his ears and neck.

I laughed, I couldn’t help but repeat, “Yes. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I found out that Hojo is really the best person I’ve ever seen with a red face.

After I said “Yes,” Ho Chau had a red-blooded face, pulled me out, and took me to a recent dessert shop, and ordered me a few desserts.

And in the sight of my wonder, he looked down, and the spoon in his hand was so tight.

After a while, he finally looked up, bending his lips and laughing,

“You didn’t eat much at the pantry, they said, eating sweets makes people feel better. I’m sorry.

I looked at him.

I suddenly realized that I didn’t want to stay in the restaurant for a second and that there was a man who was watching me not far away.

He saw that I could not speak of embarrassment and embarrassment, and that I was trying to hide it and it was cool, so he took me away.

I felt like my heart was being moved.

Eating sweets does make people feel better. I’m in a good mood all day.

In the evening, I walked with Ho Chau in the playground, and the wind blew my clothes, and the sunset piled up the red layer of the clouds, and Ho Chau took my hand with care.

I looked at him, and only saw his white half face and the red ears of the sunset.

This good mood lasted until Song Chiyu sent me one.

I didn’t.

He didn’t ask again.

I’m going to take a deep breath like I’m going to spit out all these years of depression.

Ho Chau and I stayed up late to the dormitory, washed up and started to change the the thesis, and the phone was turned on after the paper had been completely improved and the format had been changed from the mailbox to the coach.

Ho Chuo at 11:00 in the morning.

I hesitated, and I said, “I’m free tomorrow. I’m sorry.

And he said, “Well, good night. I’m sorry.

I looked at the time and it’s 3:00 in the morning.

I was staring at that one.

I had a glass of milk and I was going to sleep, so I found my roommate’s bed empty and folded.

Tonight, the roommate didn’t come back.

4

The next day, I slept until 10:00 a.m., woke up and washed, started to make up in the mirror, and suddenly heard the key opening when I ended up wearing lipstick.

It’s the roommate.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and my eyes were calm, and there was no fluctuations in my eyes.

The last time I saw them kisses, my heart was barely able to breathe, and it was like my whole body was torn apart, my bones were torn apart and my bones were torn together.

But last night, knowing that they were together, they might have done something more intimate, but with a little bit of sourness, I didn’t even fall asleep and dreamless.

I don’t know if this means that I finally let Song Chiyu go and let myself go, but I understand that this is a good start.

I stung my lips, I swung my lipstick a little bit, and I heard a little tired noise from my roommate: “He returned to the company.” I’m sorry.

I turned my head and found my roommate pale, and the whole person looked like shit.

I was surprised to look at her and I was trying to find out if her forehead was hot before I reached out, and my roommate kept his face away from my touch, “I’m fine. I’m sorry.

I wrinkled my eyebrow.

The roommate was staring at me, and the sound was a little harsh, “I slept with him.” I’m sorry.

I looked at her and I didn’t talk.

After a long time, the roommate suddenly showed a very complex emotion in his face: “Jing, is it possible that you and Ho Chau?” I’m sorry.

I was silent, but I was thinking seriously about that possibility, and I looked at her and laughed, “Yes. I’m sorry.

The roommate, with his eyes falling apart, was replaced by a relief.

Downstairs, I found Ho Chau standing in front of my dorm.

He had soybean and buns on his left hand, congee on his right hand, long shoulder and long legs, standing there as a personal tile, and attracting a lot of girls’ beauties.

I walked over, “When did you get here? I’m sorry.

Ho Chau saw me, long lashes fell down and said, “Not long. I’m sorry.

Then he said, “I have bought two kinds of breakfast, and you have to choose, and I will eat another.” I’m sorry.

I said, “I want to have porridge. I’m sorry.

Talk to me.

Ho Chau also stood still, with a hot line of sight on my face, a soft neck and a redder face.

I don’t know.

I didn’t think Hojo would take me to the Sea Hall.

The lights in the ocean hall are dark, and on both sides of the walkway are imitations of real seagrass and corals, and a number of fish are hovering around the tunnel and seem to be curious about human appearances.

I ordered some cask glass, a transparent little jellyfish ran away, and I couldn’t stop my lips.

If he wants to talk to Hoshio, he’s taking pictures of me with his phone.

I picked the bulge, and I picked it up, “Let me see. I’m sorry.

The picture is a half-body photograph of a girl in a white dress, with a white skin that is bare in her collarbone and shoulder, lined up with blue seawater, with a few threads of silk and a natural mess.

I can see the people who capture are good at filming, the light is good at processing, and the angles are good.

I went over my head and laughed, “You were so good at filming.”

Words are over.

Ho Chu’s eyes are deep, looking at me very close.

Close enough, I can feel his tight body, his warm breath and the smell of his smell.

Suddenly, I felt a fever on my face, and suddenly I was breathing.

Around 6:30, Hoshi and I chose to go back to school.

The windows were open and there was a whirlwind in the ears.

I remember from time to time the scene of Ho Chau’s lips coming up, but with restraint.

He breathed a little and told me very seriously that he could wait.

I couldn’t help but turn my head, and I found Ho Chau standing up on his back, and he was sitting there, looking ahead.

A decent man.

I also remembered that, after going back to the dormitory last night, I deliberately went to school to check out his name, to find out how many girls’ posters had been posted and to write about him in detail, including what the competitions had been and what the prizes had been.

“Why do you like me?” I’m sorry.

Ho Chau didn’t think I’d ask that, so I couldn’t.

I looked into his eyes and bit his lips, and I said, “You’re good. Why do you like me? I’m sorry.

Ho Chu’s beautiful eyebrow is crucified with a face that I’ve never seen before. I’m sorry.

I looked at him not talking.

Hao’s lips were tweaked, for a while, and groaned, “The first time I saw you, not in a hotpot, in a ocean hall. I’m sorry.

I’m in “The Sea Hall.” I’m sorry.

Ho Chau, “Huh,” whispered.

“That day you were holding two guacamole, and it seemed like you were waiting for someone. I look at your face from a little bit of expectation to a little bit of disappointment, and my eyes are red, but I’m strong. I’m sorry.

“Until a little girl accidentally hit you, the little girl was crying with a sore nose, you were crouching down, you were hand-to-hand with paper towels, you were rubbing her tears, and you couldn’t stop falling down. I’m sorry.

“So you and the little girl wept with a tissue and wept to each other, and then you all ate it in pieces. I’m sorry.

“What you felt then…”

Ho Chau paused, thought of what, got red, “Poor, cute.” I’m sorry.

I look down and my face gets a little hot.

I remember when Song Chiyu came here on a business trip and on the day he got back, he promised to spend some time with me at the Sea Hall.

I waited a long time for him. I waited for a promise.

Song Cheon-syu never interfered with his plans for me.

I looked up and looked to Ho Chau, but I didn’t know he knew me since then.

Ho Chuan looked at me with a soft eye and said, “Then I saw you at the college, and I saw you on the stage, so I knew you were older than I was in the department of finance. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Back to the dormitory, which was over 9:00 p.m., was unlighted and surrounded by dark, and the roommate seemed to be sleeping very early today.

I didn’t turn on the lights, close my eyes, bury my face in my pillow, and it’s almost impossible to control the mood inside.

It was only today that I realized that I had been humbled in my pursuit of Song Chiyu.

Even if I have done well, his apathy and neglect, and the tumulturing of my heart, have caused me to struggle, even to doubt and deny myself, like a worm that is coyote, to close himself to the surface, to shrink and to see no light.

I never thought that someone named Hoshio would show up and tell me, “You’re fine. Why can’t I like you? I’m sorry.

Somewhere in my heart, it’s as if it’s burned, and then slowly, a little hot air.

I take a deep breath and sit up and open.

In a matter of seconds, I received Song Chiyu’s.

Next to the second, “Are you with him?” I’m sorry.

5

The questions in these two sentences are too obvious and even a little gruesome.

My heart beats.

The next second, Song Chiyu called directly.

Look at the number on the phone screen that was already familiar with the bone marrow, carved in my heart, and I wrinkled.

Once upon a time, he gave me a very perfunctory text.

It seems that even talking to him has lost interest.

I looked at the number for a few seconds, closed my eyes in silence and hung up.

The phone rings several times, and I hang up without hesitation.

Several times, I was a little impatient and typed, “I’m in my dormitory, and your girlfriend is sleeping.” I’m sorry.

As if it were some kind of switch, Song Chiyu finally stopped.

In the next few days, Ho Chau and I are getting closer.

We eat together every day, go to the library, go for a walk to the playground and see the new movie.

Increasingly, I became more familiar with him, and it was not awkward to speak, but there was much to talk about.

And our relationship is like a window paper that didn’t break.

On the contrary, there seems to be a problem between Song Chiyu and his roommates, who I now almost rarely see on the phone, and who used to be so sticky that they disappeared like the tide.

The roommate appeared to have nothing to laugh at, but on several occasions I heard her stifling at night.

I guess I can guess, probably because of me.

I hesitated. I released Song Chiyu from the blacklist and called him.

The phone was connected very quickly and heard some of his dumb voices, and the words that had been prepared were blocked in his throat.

He said, “Jing Jing, you have finally answered my call.” I’m sorry.

I stunned.

I used to say that to him.

But I was more careful and helpless, like to tear pride and self-esteem out of my bones, crushing it in an inch, and humbled into dust.

Fortunately, a man showed up in time to pull me out.

I’m not conscious of bending my lips.

“Jing, are you listening?” Song Chiyu’s voice is even more mute.

I looked back, “What did you just say? I’m sorry.

The head is silent.

I thought about it, and I said calmly, “Song Chiyu, I love you for 10 years. I’m sorry.

A heavy breath came from the head, and a moment later Song Chiyu said, “I know.” I’m sorry.

Although his heart had already guessed, when he admitted to it himself, my heart had been sorely hurt as to be punctured by a blunt instrument.

It’s not because of him, it’s because of my dark, funny 10-year love.

I took a deep breath and said, “But after that meal, I realized I didn’t like you anymore. All I have now is a blessing for you, and there are people around me who I want to hold on to. I’m sorry.

I took a breath and went on to say, “Song Chiyu, we should all take care of the person next to us.” I’m sorry.

Song Chiyu has been silent for longer this time.

It took me a long time to think he wouldn’t make a sound again, and he asked me with a certain, relieved tongue:

“You were with him to avenge me? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I’m a little blocked by Song Chiyu.

It’s not that there’s a lack of heart, it’s not that there’s something going on, it’s just that there’s something going on.

I wonder how humble and undignified I have been for 10 years to make Song Chiyu think so for granted that I would sacrifice my feelings to avenge him.

Although I blacked him out after he said that, he was still depressed.

This day, Ho Chau and I came back from the movie, and as soon as we were at the door of the dormitory, we thought about that.

I’m a shiver, I’m tripped by a rock at my feet, and I almost fell on my knees, and I’m lucky I’m standing next to you.

I smiled at him with the eyes of Hoshio’s fear.

At that time, a sting came out of my ankle and I took a breath out of my consciousness.

“Got your feet? “What’s this?

I nod my head.

Ho Chu took me to sit next to the bench and lifted my feet to check for injuries.

“I’m glad I’m not dislocated. I’ll help you. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think I’d react, but the next moment I heard a cold touch from my ankle.

And he grabbed my ankle gently, and his finger squeezed softly, and he felt a little soothing, and I said, “Aah.”

Ho Chau suddenly settled, and from my point of view, he was able to see his throat swirling.

I can’t stop my face from getting a little hot.

In the end, the pain on the ankles slowly spread, and I heard Ho Chu whispered, “Are you still in pain?” I’m sorry.

“No, it doesn’t hurt…” I opened my mouth and found my voice a little dumb.

Hojo seems to smile, put my feet down gently and look at me.

In the moonlight, his eyes were deep, his nose was strong, his lips were red and his eyes were focused.

I looked at him and suddenly I had a thought.

It’s over.

I don’t know who took the initiative or who responded to it, but in the middle of the day, I put my neck around him, and his hand held my waist.

This is our first kiss.

I don’t know.

And for some time, he turned away a little, and breathed heavily, and the sight that fell on my face almost burned me.

Quiet…

There’s a nerve in my head, and with his voice it’s so soft, it’s cracking, and it’s broken.

He had a mouth, and he wanted to say, and suddenly his arm was grabbed by a big hand and he pulled me off the bench.

I ate and whispered.

Turn around, just like a familiar red eye.

Six.

To be honest, it was Song Chiyu. I really had an accident.

Especially now that he’s colored, with shock and anger in his eyes, as if I had done something wrong to him.

I just find it ridiculous.

He was used to 10 years of my service, and to the good things I did not seek, and he was upset when I stopped being humbled and compromised, and when my eyes stopped looking at him.

What is even more ridiculous is that he can turn his back on me and draw the line, but he will not allow me to step down and escape from the hopeless drowning.

He seems like he can’t let me live well.

The feeling of discomfort with Song Chiyu’s arm, I looked at it and it was red.

I moved my arm, but he squeezed it even harder and gave me no chance to break it off.

He looked at me for a while, staring at Hoshio in a vicious manner, and he looked like he was going to eat.

I frowned, slightly sided in front of Ho Chu.

So, when Song Chiyu was dazzled, his eyes became redder, and when he saw me, he said, “How long did you know him after 10 years of knowledge?” To protect him?”

I looked at him and said, “He’s my boyfriend. I’m sorry.

Song Chiyu stayed put.

I looked at his pale lips and reminded him, “You choked my hand. I’m sorry.

Song Chiu-soon reacted and slowly released my arm.

The moment he let go, I fell in the arms of Ho Chau, right hand.

The pain of the drill came from the ankle, and I looked at the high-eyed, swollen ankles, and it became clear that Song Chiyu had been dragged from the bench, as if he had actually dislocated.

I suddenly wanted to laugh, and then I did.

Song Chin-soon looked at my ankle and clearly realized what had happened, and he saw nothing.

For a long time, he moved his lips, “…sorry. I’m sorry.

I don’t want to talk to him anymore. I’m sorry.

Ho Chui noded his head right now and got down in front of me, “I carry you. I’m sorry.

I was about to climb up there, with one hand stretching over, and then I stopped and my finger was shaking and stopped a few millimeters from my wrist.

I looked up and looked at Song Chiyu. These cold eyes are silly at this point, a little bit confused.

After a while, he withdrew his hand and his voice opened in silence, “Jing, I’ll drive you to the hospital. I’m sorry.

I said, “Don’t bother. Thank you. I’m sorry.

After that, I leaned on Ho Chu’s shoulder, with my hands around his neck, and he carried it.

When I walked around the corner, I looked behind me at Song Chiyu.

He was standing there with a white shirt, black pants, staring at us, and the whole man was very long, but through a thick slump.

The doctor helped me get my bone back in order, gave me some silt, then cleaned my face and Ho Chau with light eyes and told me to take care of my rest for the rest of the month and to refrain from any major exercise.

Until I got down from a taxi, my face was red.

I put my face on the back of Ho Chau, and I felt his temperature, and I heard him say, “Aoi, during this time, move to my rented house. I’m sorry.

I’m thinking about what the doctor just said, “Ah, ah, ah, ah?”

Ho Chau’s foot is on the fourth floor, and you can’t climb the stairs. The house I rented had elevators, the environment was fine, moved to my place, I could take care of you during the day, and at night…

Ho Chau laughed, “I moved back to the dorm. I’m sorry.

My face was so red, it was so soft.

Back at the door of the dormitory, it was about 11:30. I didn’t think Song Chiyu had left.

He saw me, and he had a mouth to say, and I looked in my eyebrow and turned on my head.

As he passed by, Ho Chu suddenly said, “Quiet, just pack a few clothes at night. I have everything else at home. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. I’m sorry.

I saw Song Chiyu’s body shivering.

“Good. I said:

The roommate wasn’t surprised to hear that I was moving to Hojo’s rented house, but she was just laughing, “Hojo is a good man. I’m sorry.

And I watched her recover, and asked, “You and…”

It’s over. I’m sorry.

As if she knew what I was going to ask, the face was calm and her eyes had not changed at all, “From that night when he called you 13 times, I decided not to like him. I broke up the next day. I’m sorry.

I was told, “How do you know…”

I didn’t even connect.

The roommate slit his lips and said, “I accidentally found out that you set him a single love story call. I’m sorry.

I’m silent, I’m not talking.

She smiled, and she said, “This bell never rings again. You changed it or you blacked him out. I’m sorry.

I noded my head, and not only did I black him that night, but the bell went away.

The roommate’s eyes were on my face, and at the end of the day, a little sighs, “Jing, he’s not good enough for me or for you.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I have to say, Ho Chu is really good at taking care of people, at least.

I lived in his house for more than half a month, and I was fattening up enough to play games and eat food from Ho Chau.

I laid down my mirror with a bitterness and looked up to Ho Chau, who was peeling oranges for me.

He’s running around these days, he’s got a lot of skin on his face, he’s got a smooth line, he can’t tell.

I blinked, threw myself, and buried my face in Ho Chau’s arms, and said, “When my feet are completely healed, I will lose weight!” I’m sorry.

Hojo smiled, couldn’t he feed an orange in my mouth.

A heavy rain suddenly struck at night, and I closed my eyes and whispered, “Don’t go back tonight. I’m sorry.

Ho Chau looked at me for a while, and if I didn’t add any more regrets, his hands were tight with an umbrella handle and his voice was like, “Okay. I’m sorry.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a thunderbolt, and turned my head, and the continent next to me was still asleep.

I bent my lips, I tried to go back to sleep, and I looked at the windows, and the rain came in from the windows.

Last time Ho was afraid I’d hit it and bought me plaster shoes on the Internet.

But my foot is not so bad, it’s been a good six months, so now I can walk a few steps without plaster shoes.

I’m wearing a sleeping dress, I’m going to close the window, I’m going to look down the building, and I see a familiar figure.

My finger’s up.

The night was dark, dark, and with a light, I saw his pale face and the pyrotechnic of his fingertips, he was smoking.

I loved Song Chiu-sun for 10 years, knowing that he did not usually smoke, but only when he was upset and most angry.

During that time, I could see his figure every weekend near my house, and he was idle, giving me the illusion that he was unemployed.

I know Song Chiyu saw me too.

But I didn’t want to look at him more and close the window, and when the curtains were closed, I came to the living room and poured myself a glass of water.

Then I heard the cell phone on the living room table last night.

It’s a strange number.

I was quiet for a while, I was suffocating and I answered.

His voice was low, his voice was dumb, he was blind, he didn’t say anything, he just repeated my name: “Quiet, quiet…”

I was suddenly a little sad.

It is not heartache, nor pain or aversion, but a moment of dryness in the heart, as if there were only two words to describe it.

Because we were both young when I first saw you

Because when I first saw you, we were young.

When I first met, I was attracted to a young man who was quiet, who pretended to pass by his class by accident, and who tried to study all day and all night for the sole purpose of entering his class.

I didn’t care if there was a result, but I was happy if I could look away.

Then I looked upon him, as I looked to God, with care and loss.

And he doesn’t refuse, doesn’t approach.

Slowly, I found that the harm he brought me was almost equal to the beauty and power he had brought me.

Now all my feelings for him, at this moment, when he calls my name, all my wonders disappear.

And finally, I heard my voice: “Song Chiyu, I really, really liked you very much. I’m sorry.

“But now, I really, really, really don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

After I hung up the phone, I went back to bed and laid down, and suddenly one arm grabbed my waist and carried me over to his chest.

“There’s a new fish-powder chain downstairs, and I hear it’s a ten-year-old. It tastes good. Why don’t we try this for breakfast tomorrow? I’m sorry.

Ho Chu is quiet, but I still hear a bit of teeth.

I picked the frown, I was in a hurry.

“No, no, no! I’m sorry.

Ho Chongton, rubbed my hair, and said, “Why, do you not like fish powder? I’m sorry.

I raised my face, held my hand around his neck and laughed:

“Yeah, I don’t like it. I like porridge! I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.