What kind of experience is living with a boyfriend?

What kind of experience is living with a boyfriend?

I’ve been in love with my boyfriend for seven years, living together for three years. For three years, I’ve been working as a nanny, even under the title of Baby. I’ve recently decided to break up with this giant baby boy, and it’s time to start with our decision to buy a house.

I didn’t think I’d see it when I opened the door.

“Happy birthday! @Ambassah: I don’t know what I’m talking about.

Oh Wen Ho stood in front of them and laughed at me the most.

I’ve got a flat face and I’ve got a smile on my face.

I did have only one thought at the time, even though I was psychologically prepared to enter the door and look at the balloon decorations, the rose petals scattered over the living room and the star-colored strings of the background wall.

I wish these people had disappeared immediately from my sight.

“Why did you call them here? Didn’t I say I didn’t want to have a birthday this year? I’m sorry.

I cut up the fish on the board, covered it up, slid it down the side of the pot and blew it up in the kitchen.

That’s when Wu Wen Ho came in the kitchen, and he looked in the fridge and heard me ask him.

“How can we have birthdays?” We all wanted to get together, just waiting for your birthday. What do you think, surprise, surprise? I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

A drop of oil star splattered and fell on my back, and it was a pain, and I squealed.

“Why isn’t there any cold beer in the fridge, baby? He asks:

Watching a bunch of big and small dishes I just rushed out on the stove, and all kinds of meat to be processed, and listening to the sound of music and games coming out of the living room, I put the whole fish that was just blown up on the board, and I couldn’t help but pick up the knife and cut off the fish head.

It’s funny. On my birthday, I was doing my mom’s work under the title “Baby.”

Two.

At more than 9:00 p.m., the food was finally set on the table, and friends sat around the tea table in the living room and actively showed me.

“Ling Ling, you’re so good at this. I’m sorry.

“This fish is so good, it’s perfect with your sauce! I’m sorry.

“Let’s raise a toast to Mr. and Mrs. Wu for their hospitality. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Wu Wenho was proud and said: “It is my wife’s work which is not in the presence of a professional cook. It’s not the first time you’ve come here. I’m sorry.

I touched it with a glass, and I laughed, “Eat well!” I’m sorry.

After having had enough to eat and to drink, as usual, our friends are getting married, and this has become the most popular repertoire of our gatherings in recent years.

“You’re 25 years old, aren’t you married? I’m sorry.

“We’ve only got two pairs left in our class for so many years, and I’m afraid you’ll be separated.” I’m sorry.

“It’s just that Go has to come up with a proposal and call us then. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

“Can you talk?” My wife will always be 18. I’m sorry.

And he swore with his chest in his face, saying, “Didn’t I just shake the horn? I will take her to the house as soon as I have settled it, and I will take her to the witness, so be assured, then you will not run away from anyone with the people.” I’m sorry.

I listened to him, but I didn’t agree. Because when he says, “Believe, and look on his familiar side, I hesitate.”

Seven years. Do I really want to marry this man? Will we be happy? And with a false smile in my heart, I prostrated myself again and again.

The answer is no answer.

3

At the end of the party, it was a little late at night, when Oh Wen Ho sent my friends downstairs, and I stuck myself in the sofa, and I finally had time to rub my toes because heeling was red all day.

The rest of the silence does not make me feel lost when I return home after working overtime and being disturbed by unplanned disturbances.

I feel quiet and happy.

Unfortunately, it was too short a time when Oh Wen Ho’s constant knocks quickly opened my restless eyes, and I lamented that I had forced myself to raise a tired body from a soft couch and to open the door to him.

“Don’t you have a key? “Look at the key that his index finger turned around, and I was a little angry to ask.

He was clearly still on the rise, whistling, wearing slippers, walking around me, and he said, “I love to go home and feel like you’re opening the door to me.” When we buy our own house, I’ll be happy when you open the door. I’m sorry.

“I’m going to work. I don’t have time to stay home and open the door. I’m sorry.

“Then we open the door to someone else who leaves early. I’m sorry.

“It’s childish. Is the key not working, or is it not working? I’m sorry.

“It’s romantic. How come you don’t have any sense of ritual? I’m sorry.

‘Cause I only see the ground full of garlic. I’m sorry.

I showed him to the living room with my eyes.

The cupboards were full of oily empty areas, with large and small piece of paper and colour bands, and the balloons that had been trampled on were lying on the wood floor alone, playing the rest of the cream cakes and accidentally pouring out the Cokes in black and white on the corner, like rotten piano keys.

Everything’s messed up.

The clock pointed at two, and I looked to his face.

“It’s so late, will you pack?” I asked.

“Oh, forget about it. Let’s go clean up tomorrow. I’m sorry.

“Don’t forget we’ll pay down and we’ll make a loan. Will you stop playing games? I’m sorry.

“My parents said they’d fund us. He’s murmuring.

I looked at him in cold.

“All right, all right. We’ll talk about it later. Go to bed. I have to work tomorrow. I’m sorry.

Oh Wen Ho pushed me to my room and I didn’t keep arguing with him. That is the way he is, and there is always only a good imagination for the future, and he has been looking up at the moon in the ivory towers, and I have been busy with sixpence in my head.

It was I who deserved it. I made his ivory tower with my own hands, and now I want to be self-sufficient.

It was only before I finally fell down on my pillow and fell asleep, that I lifted U Wen Ho up between my waist and had some hatred for him.

He once said he liked my moving eyes, but now I’m tired.

4

The next day I leave work early and go to the bank alone to consult on the loan.

There are too many bank waiters, and the resting chairs are already full, and I have to lean up against the wall and try to save the poor heel.

Oh Wen-ho never gives a shit about that.

No, it is fair to say that at first he didn’t care, and then, with my indulgence, he became accustomed to ignoring him, and that it was my self-righteous tolerance that destroyed him.

I can’t blame him.

After three years of graduate living together, I’ve always done all the cooking work, and the only thing he’ll do is shovel shit for his family’s cats.

He picked it up a little while ago, and I liked it, but I knew I didn’t have the time and energy to carry another life, so the day he brought it back, I fell apart.

But when I found it, I couldn’t throw it out, and I ended up just angry and saying, “Your own cat shovels its own shit, I don’t care. I’m sorry.

He has been very happy with his promises, and so far has indeed been able to do so. It is always the same, the good and the bad, that keeps me in the dark and insinuates me from being insufferable and being tortured.

It’s just that I’m worried every time I stomp on a cat, and I’m worried that he’s just plain gentle.

His tenderness was the floating ice of the sea, and the drowning people had mistakenly held him as a floating tree until the ice had come to their senses and watched themselves sink into the sea in despair.

Now he looks like a cat, and he reminds me of me at first.

5

And I began with him in his third year, and now I am so mired in nothing but fate, giving him the opportunity to enter when I am most vulnerable and helpless.

My father walked away with liver cancer in my senior year, and before he left, he held my hand and couldn’t shed his heart in tears, and I still remember.

The more open-faced people hide, the more outward-looking I am, the more friends I play, the more comfort I get when I get back to school, and every time I laugh, I try to avoid the subject.

Because each of their consolations is also a reminder that I have forever lost the person most in love with me.

But sorrow can hide, but it cannot be contained. I only dared to cry when there was no one in the noon classroom.

He was a walking student who stepped on his way to the classroom in the afternoon, and he ran into me when I cried until I could not hear it.

In the first two years of high school, we were just regular classmates, not even talking.

That’s why I tried to avoid him when he came towards me with his face.

But he didn’t give me the chance to throw a straight ball.

“Are you okay? Don’t be so sad. “Your father doesn’t want to see you in heaven.” I’m sorry.

“How do you know about me? * I sobbing, embarrassingly asking *

“You’ve been taking all these days off, you’ve been saying…”

I said nothing.

And suddenly he came up with something, and he came up to his desk and brought me a piece of amber.

“You see, there’s a drop of beads in this amber, and the guy who sold me said it was 100 million years ago, and maybe it just rained. 100 million years have passed and the rain is still there. Amazing, isn’t it?”

“Why are you showing me this?” I don’t know why.

He turned his head and said, “I just wanted to tell you that something seemed to have disappeared, but it could have existed in another way. Your dad’s gone, but you can keep your head like Amber and keep his memories in your heart so he never leaves. I’m sorry.

I was made to laugh by his incomprehensible metaphors and wipe my tears.

“Can I have a good look? I reached out to him to borrow Amber.

That really cost him a lot of money. He handed it to me with care.

And I would have received it with a small passing, and shook it gently, and the bead would have swayed with it.

I watched the rain a billion years ago, but my heart cleared.

The noon sun passed through the window, and I looked at his red face and flashed a little light.

We were between him first, but then I couldn’t help but fall deeper.

I’m a student. I’m a student. I’m a student.

It’s a lot of trouble to bring in a group of people asking for help and asking for a lot more, and who wants to pay for someone else’s appetite every morning at a time of so much tension in seniors.

So, after Oh Wen Ho volunteered to bring me breakfast for a month, I asked him, “Do you like me? I’m sorry.

He said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

I really needed so much consolation at that time that I needed someone, something to fill the gap that had suddenly been missing in my life.

But I’m just laughing, not talking. It makes me feel bad about my dad, who just left.

Every year there are some strange rituals to commemorate youth before the seniors graduate. We used to ask our best friends or loved ones to leave messages on their uniforms, mostly with lyrics.

When he came to me with his clean and clean blue and white uniform the night before, his ears were filled with the sound of his classmates.

“Can you write me a word? “As a response to my confession.” I’m sorry.

I can only hear my heart beating like drums.

I took his school uniform with my pen, and I wrote a single picture and solemnly: I gave you all your freedom.

We’re so together.

Our love began at the right time, and it was I who increased the weight of the code, and again and again forgave him, that made the balance of our feelings completely unbalanced.

I was so naive, I saw so few people, I didn’t know some people liked only three minutes of heat.

So we ended up like I wrote it myself.

I’ll say it and give it back, and I’ll be free.

Six.

It’s like opening a blind box at a low price, 990 units, 2970 people.

Wu Wen-ho, who knows which wall to turn, actually rocked to 106.

And the day he found the Midway, he said to me, “Look at my luck, it’s not a random choice. When the down payment is over, I’ll take you to your papers. I’m sorry.

I thought our story could finally end perfectly, and I was happy to say “good” and leave behind the hairs of the past.

It’s just that it’s too sudden. I only have a few days to collect.

When Dad got sick and spent all her savings, my mom worked alone for years, just to support my studies and my two lives, and I knew she didn’t have much money, so when she gave me $300,000, I was surprised.

I was afraid that she would be impulsive for me to borrow a loan, so I called her and said, “Mom, where did you get all this money? I’m sorry.

“I saved a little of it myself and borrowed tens of thousands from your uncle. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back later. You and Wu are fine. I’m sorry.

And when she spoke softly, my heart fell upon the mountain, and I knew that she was a stubborn man and that she did not beg for the letter of her life, nor did she speak to her relatives when the family needed the most money.

Now you’re a few years old and you’re going to talk to me.

“Mom, after I owe my uncle my money, you thank him for me and tell him I’ll buy him a toilet. I’m afraid she’s worried, swallowing her throat and hung up.

I feel like I can’t breathe. I feel better when I hit my chest.

Wu Wen Ho-Pi was playing games, heard me and didn’t turn his head and asked me what happened.

I can’t say it. Physically and psychologically.

Three years after he graduated from college, he kept saying he was buying a house and marrying me, but his salary and extras were added to it, which was less than 20,000 a month, and it was easy, I didn’t know, and there was a lot of electronics and work.

But he’s always had a strong back-up and never had any worries about money.

As soon as I heard about our house, his parents laughed that their family could give us a down payment and that their future loans could be repaid with their parents’ share of the money, as a gift to our little couple’s wedding room.

Of course, my name won’t be on the property card.

I certainly didn’t say yes.

The night I got my mother’s transfer, I pulled Wu Wen Ho to the bed and sat down and made a deal with him.

The first half of the $1.9 million house, the $600,000 down payment, the repayment of the loan together, the name of two people on the property certificate, the notarization of property before the marriage, and the subsequent divorce were not easy to contest.

He was driving three computers, wearing a new one that he had just bought, playing half the game, being dragged by me to talk business, and being impatient. As soon as my voice fell, he said, “Whatever,” and immediately ran back to the computer.

I remember this clearly, not because of his attitude, but because he complained at the time when he put his headphones on, saying, “How come you’ve become such a fool to think about divorce before you get married?”

I admit that he was right. I now value matter, indifference, reality, and the first reaction to an incident is to avoid possible risks.

It’s really boring.

They say marriage is about trust, but I can’t afford to gamble.

Besides, he’s already let me lose once.

7

When I came out of the bank, as usual, I went to the market to buy food for dinner, and Oh Wen Ho wrote to me, “Why don’t you go home?”, and I was negotiating with my boss for a dollar.

When he learned I was in the market, he immediately told me that he wanted to eat the food and the meat.

I pulled my heels out of the bricks and sprained my neck. I just lined up at the bank for so long that it hurt.

I said I’m tired, I don’t want to make such a mess, I only eat noodles at night.

He sent a “pity” face bag.

I’m trying to be tough, but thinking about what’s been going on recently about buying a house, maybe I’m acting too cold and I can’t help but compromise: “Well, then. I’m sorry.

Watching a series of “love you” and “beautiful” faces that came to him, I pressed the screen, there was no incorruptibility, breathed deeply, put down the noodles in his hand and turned around to buy sausage and rib meat.

By the time I got home, Oh Wen Ho rarely played games in the bedroom, but sat on the couch and didn’t even play his mobile.

Watching him hide, I know, it’s broken again.

I sat close to him and put the big bag in my hand on the tea table, and my limbs spread out on the couch and looked up at the ceiling.

I had an hour’s appointment before I left the house in the morning, when the house was clean and white, making people look like they were dead.

“Baby, there’s something I want to tell you, don’t be mad…” He came up to me with a nice face and wanted to hold my arm.

I felt very hot, pushed him away and said, “Something’s going on, stay away from me, it’s hot. I’m sorry.

He withdrew a little awkwardly, and then he threw up and said, “We may not be able to buy that house.” I’m sorry.

I’ve had 10,000 vicious thoughts in my heart. Or he wouldn’t go to the notary, half with me? Besides, they want to own their own house and pay for my money, and I won’t get a share of it until they get divorced?

I think there’s a real reason to think that, after all, there’s too much on the news. I probably shouldn’t have thought him so bad, but I couldn’t resist.

It’s just that his answer really makes me stupid.

“I made a mistake. I checked again today and found that I wasn’t even shaking. I lost the wrong number. It was the owner of that number. I’m sorry.

I’m really mad at him for making such a low-level mistake this time, and I’m even more angry at him for turning me into a terrible joke.

He was stupid enough to make me look so bad.

For that reason, I would have preferred that he had a more vicious intention, at least not to make me despair of his childishness again.

“Oh Wen Ho, how old are you? * I’m dazzling, I’m asking him. *

“Baby, I was wrong. I’m really not careful, don’t get mad. We’ll buy the house later. We’re young, we’ve got opportunities. I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to argue with him, but I was in a hurry, and I threw on him the sausage that I just bought on the table, and I said, “Don’t call me baby, I’m sick.” I’m sorry.

And he turned his face, and he said, “What about you?” I think it’s better if I don’t buy a house and save you the trouble of notarizing, and I don’t have to listen to you every day. I’m sorry.

“Do I have to thank you? I’m sorry.

“You don’t have to say that. You’re getting worse and worse. I’m sorry.

I took a deep breath and said, “No one will ever be 18, you can die a teenager, but I can’t.” I’m sorry.

8

Oh Wen Ho and I entered the cold war phase.

He was, to be precise, one-sided. I didn’t talk to him, just because I’ve been busy.

Since my internship, my immediate leader Zhou has recently been in trouble with the company and is planning to open a studio alone. She has always appreciated my performance and asked me if I would like to go with her. The minimum salary has doubled several times, and the percentage is significant.

After years of living together, I knew Zhou’s connections and resources and fully believed in her abilities, so I did not hesitate to do so.

I’ve been busy with the separations, and I’ve been working with Zhou’s new studios, working overtime every day, working so hard that I can go home and sleep backwards.

I found him angry three days later.

I finally finished my leave that day and Zhou gave me a few days off before I started my new job to relax.

I thank her, and I do need some time, not to relax, but to think seriously about whether Wen Ho and I are going to go on or not.

Late at 10 p.m., I came home by myself in an Internet convention car, and he was still playing games in the room, and I went straight to the bathroom and took off my makeup and fell to the bed with my eyelids and felt that under the skin that had come out of the waist, it was wet.

I sat up and I stood up with my eyelids, and I saw the dark gray sheets clearly wet a piece.

I looked up to him with his headphones on, and I said in his mouth that he was in no mood until I realized that we had not said a word for three days.

I climbed up, tried to contain my anger, took off his headphones and asked, “The cat wets the sheets, don’t you see? I’m sorry.

“Oh, I see. He’s a little impatient, “I’m in the middle of a fight. Can you wait? I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you change it? I’m sorry.

I’ll take it.

“Isn’t this busy? You can change. You didn’t do all this before. You can’t just lie on the other side. I’ll change it after I finish. I’m sorry.

“It was agreed that the cat you picked up was responsible for it. I’m tired and I’m going to bed. I’m sorry.

And he struck me with the mouse, and shouted at me, “Why are you so small now that you can’t force me to do anything else? You are so suffocating.” I’m sorry.

Asphyxiation, he thought so.

It’s true, I don’t know when I’ve been suffocating with him, but I’ve been suffocating.

I didn’t fight, I replaced the wet sheets with the remaining strength, put them in the washing machine, and I found clean sheets in the cabinet. And when I had done all that, I went back to my bed, tired and tired, and I fell asleep, and my tears were pouring over my pillow.

Wu Wen-ho went to bed sometime, turned off the light, held me behind my back and whispered in my ear: “Sorry, baby, I was so excited, I didn’t think I’d be able to talk to you. I’m sorry.

I didn’t say anything.

He went on to say, “It seems that you have become a man, and I am not used to it.” Ling Ling, don’t change. We’ll be together like before, okay? I’m sorry.

His voice would sound so sad that if I had been so soft in the past, I would have been so cold and so cold.

And easy, like the first time.

Besides, I don’t want to wait for him to grow up.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep and heard.

And when I heard the night of darkness, we were relieved, and he was a voice, and We were silent.

9

In seven years, Wu and Wen-ho briefly split hands.

Four years at the university, we were away from the same city, and I was too volatile in my senior year and often took a leave of absence, making it difficult to get good results.

We all stayed in the provincial capital, and I barely went to a double, and he went to a 985 university.

I felt bad about my dad’s life, and I felt bad about it, so people were like flying birds in college, and I put myself in a cage stronger than the third.

Having managed to participate in various professional competitions and received a lot of bonuses and scholarships, I began to look for a variety of internships in my second year of school, just so that I could have more options than others in the future.

But I’ll miss him again.

I like to share every little thing with him, sometimes the trouble with my internship, sometimes I learn a new dish.

So does he.

We, like many ordinary lovers, have a temper and then hang on to each other, impulsively and then we cry to each other and say, “Sorry.”

When we were young and thought that those who were with us could walk for a lifetime.

The more busy we were in the year of the fourth year, I used all the time to keep in touch, and his seconds were running low and he suddenly stopped coming back.

The excitement of being hung up in the highlands was often crushed to the ground by his “push.”

He will explain to me in a cold manner only after the fact, when my emotions are dying.

I wanted to ignore him, but I couldn’t help it.

I was afraid that he would be fresh, tired, afraid of his cold violence, so I cried out of the night and woke up thinking about myself.

For a long time, I learned to warn myself, after each cry, that two people should live together with a sense of proportionality and not cross the line. Love does not always come to a climax, and bitter joy is bound to fade.

I told myself that thin-watered feelings go further.

But reality gave me a slap and told me hard: wake up. Love doesn’t disappear. It just shifts.

On the day of his birthday, the teacher was taking me to an important game, and I couldn’t stay with him. I apologized to him with guilt. He was angry and said, “No, I don’t think so.”

I thought he was angry.

And I lied to him. I set up a train ticket and I’ll be back as soon as I’m ready. I thought I’d wish him happy birthday.

When I was in a tight spot, I only bought a green-skin train. In fact, you can sit on the floor and take a cardboard and put it in front of the toilet at the intersection.

I can still feel a little sour now that I’ve been sitting in my ass for more than five hours, and I can’t get my legs straight.

It was stupid, naive, and it was all worth it.

It was only when I arrived downstairs in his bedroom that I ran into him and a girl in a dress of flowers came from afar laughing.

I went to the corner of the wall and watched them walk side by side to the stairwell, not far from it, and I listened to them very clearly.

The girl looked down and said, “Do you have a girlfriend? I’m sorry.

“None. I’m sorry.

He didn’t hesitate to say the two words of his words, and I wanted to go and ask him, “What am I?”

But I couldn’t get my legs out of my hair because of the wrinkled dress on the train and the shy smile in the eyes of that girl.

It was not her that was wrong, and I do not want to make myself such a disgraceful bitch.

“Can I chase you? I like you. I’m sorry.

Oh Wen-ho was just laughing at her head and not talking.

As I was.

I left when I saw it, and I didn’t want to hear it anymore, and I couldn’t stand the exclusive smile that had been on me, so easily that I could give it to another woman.

I loved him with all my heart.

Even if it was discovered that he had fallen apart when he was betrayed, it was only at 12 o’clock that the message was sent to question him.

“Why did you tell her you didn’t have a girlfriend? I’m sorry.

I asked so gently that he would give me an answer that would convince me.

“You heard me. Where are you now? He replied soon.

“Bedroom. I’m sorry.

I was too surprised at the moment he appeared before me at a late night, just outside the big iron door, which was closed on the bottom of the bedroom. I even forgot what he had just betrayed me.

“How did you get out so late? I’m sorry.

“One of our roommates contributed a bed sheet, tied to a rope, and I hung myself out of the window. I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to hit him when he said “no”, but I couldn’t help but get his hands on his shoulder.

“You’re crazy, don’t die. What if you fall and fall? I’m sorry.

“It’s not that exaggerated. Our bedroom’s on the third floor. * He’s still laughing.

“You said you couldn’t come back. Why did you lie to me? I’m sorry.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend for lying to a simple primary school girl? I’m cold.

He was silent for a moment, and he said, “If you don’t come to my birthday, I’ll go to someone else.” I’m sorry.

And I said to him that he was free, and he truly took me for granted.

“Let’s break up. “I’m a cheap man, and I can accept that he doesn’t love me, but that’s the bottom line.

“Several, no one has to.” I’m sorry.

No matter when you fight, Wu Wen Ho never asks me to be patient. His love can climax, and I’m just one of them.

This break-up lasted a month, and I really did everything I had to do.

I went to the barroom to cut off this ugly hair and start from scratch, and I went to KTV like a fool to cry and sing “Single Love” and go to the bar and get drunk and dragged back to the bedroom by roommates, and I cried and told them all night about U Wen Ho’s scum.

He even went to the psychiatric clinic and cried in front of the psychologist, shouting that his heart was sore that he could not live and begging him to give me medication.

Now think about it, I was stupid at the time, but I was alive, at least not as young as I am now, and I was too old to talk, and I was too old to talk.

The day lasted for a month, I wasn’t getting better by myself, and then the chief of the room finally couldn’t see my demented state, trying to wake me up: “What about you for such a scum? Do you have that lack of love?”

I took the amber, which had rained 100 million years ago, and I was shaking back and forth, and I watched the beads shaking in it, like my heart.

Amber was given to me by Wu Wen Ho, not really.

He soon found out that he was being tricked. This amber was manual, it wasn’t 100 million years ago. He asked me whether I wanted it or not.

He likes it, it’s too low and too low for nothing.

That’s it. Amber followed me. Seven years. Maybe I’ve touched it too many times, and Amber’s surface is covered with a soft radiance.

And I looked at the rain of the impostor, and came back to her with a cry: “I know I should not have done this. But I just don’t have much love. He said he’d walk with me forever. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I’m sorry.

At the end of the day, I’m in my arms and I don’t speak.

On the thirtieth day of our break-up, I saw my mother send a picture, a photograph of her in the old park, with a strange uncle who looked like Sven and Confucian carrying her shoulder. I gave her a compliment.

Mom on the screen smiles very quietly, and I’m happy for her outside, but I can’t.

The future of a man I had anticipated, it scared me a little.

Maybe it’s God’s will. That’s when Oh Wen Ho came to me.

We asked him, “Are you together? I’m sorry.

“None. I didn’t like her either. I was just pissed off. He said to me under the bedroom.

I didn’t hold him for what he said, and I didn’t care that I might be his trade-offs.

Every winter he appeared in my life, I couldn’t help but try to hold him tight. So We did not hesitate to enter him again.

That’s it.

After that, all my friends who had been harassed by me during that period of my falling in love called me angry, and I apologized to them one by one, so that they could stick their fingers in my head, either with disdain or with hate.

I don’t want to explain, let them judge, and I want to be a strong man who can’t stop saying good-bye in the face of a psychotic defect and leave with a nice one.

And I know that cheating is only a zero and a million times, but everyone in a relationship is a gambler and thinks they’re the exception.

I want to try again.

Oh Wen Ho didn’t let me lose again, and maybe he went through a lot of choices I didn’t know about, but I ended up winning.

Friends are always wondering whether to marry someone they love or the right person. I think I should be the most suitable option for Wu Wen Ho now, but I just don’t know if it’s his favorite.

But I don’t care, because I want to go first.

10

On the second day of the holiday, I temporarily added a pack of donkeys to the Savannah in Xinjiang, and I left without telling U Wen Ho.

He didn’t know I quit. I didn’t go to work.

He came home from work the first day to see me cook at home and wait for him, and was glad that I had finally finished working normally, making a delicious meal, as he imagined, and waiting for him to come home and open the door.

He thought that the rain had finally passed, and that he had kept it open.

I watched him smile and didn’t talk.

I was an early train and he was sleeping while he was leaving.

The air conditioner was cold, and I covered his unearthed ankle, and I went to the kitchen to make his favorite eggbread and fresh orange juice, and I looked around the house for a week and closed the door gently.

I’m not going back to this house.

It’s strange that I have forgave U Wen Ho’s childish, lazy and even mentally deviant many times.

But the other night I threw the sheets wet by the cat in the washing machine, listening to the sound of him playing games in the bedroom, and I didn’t think I could forgive him.

I hated him so much that he disappeared in my life that I left, and closed my door, and I felt my breath long enough, without a trace.

So I knew that we were at the end and I was going to find my way.

I dreamt of myself sitting on my feet and ecstasy while lying on the train, and I couldn’t take my passion anymore.

I was too blunt by the flood of time.

Eleven.

The Xinjiang hiking programme was six days and I got off the train and met with my friends from Tex County, commonly known as “Gossip City”.

The “Gossip City” is said to have two peculiarities: the fact that there is no red and green light, that streets are like a magical maze, that roads are connected, that streets are connected, that traffic is not blocked, and that no red and green lights are required.

The second is the “bullying” of a foreign visitor, who arrives here first and is not in a strong sense of direction, and who can easily turn his head around in the alley around.

I happen to be a very unorthodox person, seven years with Oh Wen Ho, two people on every trip, and I’ll do everything in advance. He’s only responsible for one thing, that’s watching me when he leaves.

I always thought I couldn’t walk alone in a strange city, and I held his hand unconsciously across the street.

He used to laugh at me for being a coward, and I think that’s the kind of detail that makes him certain that I can’t live without him.

But this time, I was shopping in a meadow like “Gossip City” without being afraid. I looked at the map on the phone, along with a new sister of my colleague, and quickly bought the required items.

The two-dollar buns and the three-dollar-a-cavas tasted so good that the entrance was amazing.

Before officially preparing to go on foot in the steppe, the leader repeatedly reminded us that we were carrying chargeable beverages, because many of the places where we stayed on the road had no electricity or even a net, but I did not load them in the first minute before we left.

In fact, my mobile phone was in “separated” from the bottom of my backpack on the first day of the day when it was too much to take.

I knew Oh Wen Ho would find me, but I don’t care anymore.

The following days, I was looking at the Sea of Gessant in the Karasin steppe, watching the stars outside the camping tent, joining the local people’s parties, drinking and punching, singing and dancing, and drinking fresh yogurt at the herdsmen’s home, with a proper lamb string.

My good mood stops on foot for the fifth day.

We’ve come a long way, getting up in the morning is dark and it’s starting to rain.

Even though I had all my clothes fastened before I left, the growing rain also made me colder and colder from my body.

Each foot carries up two pounds of mud, and the last leg is covered with mud, like a sandbag for a runner, and I can’t lift my leg, but I can’t stop, and I’m afraid the “heat disorder” that the leader called me before I left.

For a moment I really thought I was gonna die there.

The last few days of walking up and down the mountain have caused me to lose my legs and my mind has been rehearsed by the social news about the last disappearance of my donkey friend on foot.

Everyone was walking in peace, and I looked back at the mountains and remembered Wu Wen Ho. He’s not with me this time.

But I got out of that mud anyway.

The way down the hill was full of muddy footprints and puddles, and I barely identified a muddy path, so I accidentally slipped right through the middle, and “pounced” on the ground and added a puddle, and I cried out in the moment when I was on the ground.

My fellow donkeys also thought I had broken down and surrounded me, rushing to shed tears and asking, “Where did it go?” Where does it hurt? Tell me, don’t be afraid, we’re all here. I’m sorry.

And I held her by the neck, and cried, “I can come out alone and I can go out alone.” I’m sorry.

At that moment I felt I could give up Wu Wen Ho.

Camu wrote, “I don’t expect life to go smoothly, but I wish I could be his opponent when life is at stake. Even when you’re alone, you’re alone. Then, in the cold, I finally knew that I had an invincible summer. I’m sorry.

I thought that Oh Wen Ho was my summer, that I was alone, that I had the courage to live. But when I walked out of the mud deep down, I realized that the eighteenth-year-old winter would pass, and that at the end of the day, people would have to be on their own.

Wu Wen Ho said that I had recently become a person, but not recently, and that the scars that he had suffered had not been healed, and that since his first betrayal I had ceased to trust him with all my heart.

My friends’ counsels and memories of pain have turned me upside down in many late nights, and I have long learned to build my own fort, and I am adding bricks and bricks to my fort every day, every time I get back together, every time I get tired and lose.

Until now, I can finally trust myself.

I’ll be able to get through it alone.

12

I just got out of the station, and I saw Oh Wen Ho crawling in a pile of people out there, holding a flower. And fearing that the flowers would be squished, He would fasten them to his chest.

And when he saw Me, he smiled, and waved his hand in my direction, as though I could not see him.

I didn’t think he’d pick me up.

The first time I worked late until early morning, I caught a storm landing, and I looked at the side of the road that the wind had uprooted, and asked him if he could pick me up, and he said to me, “I’m playing games and I’m getting yelled at by my teammates. Can you come back by the subway?” I’m sorry.

I have not made such a request since.

He’s here today, but I’m tired of seeing his face.

I’m still the same, straight out.

And as soon as he came out, he raised the flowers in front of me, and said, “Beloved, you’ve finally come back. How was your trip?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t even look at him.

He came after him, with flowers in his hand, and reached out with care to pick up my suitcase.

“Baby, still angry? It was my fault that day. I should have changed my sheets first. I shouldn’t have played games. Anyway, it’s my fault, okay? I’m sorry.

I’ve looked at the crowds coming from the square, and we should really talk about it. Seven years, and we should draw a clear end to it, but this is not a place to talk.

I was suffocating, letting go of the box and letting him take it and finally getting in his car.

I was wearing my seatbelt, and he started saying, “Baby, you’re back. You don’t know what I’ve been through these days.

“I’m tired of noodles, I can’t eat any takeout, and no family is as good as yours.

“I miss you so much, why didn’t you tell me? It’s dangerous to go out alone, and you won’t answer my letters. I’m at home worried about you.

I couldn’t bear to interrupt him: “How did you know I was back today? I’m sorry.

I left without telling anyone.

“I read your booking. I’m sorry.

It’s my fault. After all these years, I was connected to his place of life, and I used to be defensive towards him, and he knew the number and password of all my platforms.

I quickly took out my cell phone, and I started changing the password one by one, which was difficult, and I focused on the various forms of identification, and he kept showing off and talking.

And when the car drove out of the parking lot, I interrupted him: “I rented a new house, and I sent you a message, so please send me there. Most of my stuff was packed before I left. I’m sorry.

Zhou helped find the house before leaving. It’s cheap and close to our new studio.

He was so happy that he became dumb, and he was like, “Dingling, what do you mean, break up?” I’m sorry.

“Yes, break up.” I finally looked up from the phone screen and watched him say it.

He probably thought he’d pass by again, choked, and I saw him talking again, and I said, “Drive and wait till we get there.” I’m sorry.

He was silent, he held the wheel hard, he said nothing, except that the speed of the car was significantly accelerated.

When I was downstairs, we sat in the car for a while, waiting for each other to speak first.

When he didn’t speak for half a day, I thought that there was nothing to say to him, so I pushed the door to get out.

He grabbed my wrist and asked me, “Ding Ling, I was wrong last time.” No, it was all my fault before. You can say everything you want. Don’t break up. I can change it. I’m sorry.

And I broke his hand and sat back and said to him, “Oh Wen-ho, I don’t like to go back, I don’t want to remember, you can keep being childish, but I don’t have time to wait for you to grow up so that you can get together.” I’m sorry.

After that, I got out of the car, took my case out of the trunk and turned around, without turning back for a moment.

I don’t know what it was like to see Wu Wen Ho, or when he left.

It’s important that I don’t want to know.

13

The day after I got back, I started beating up workers, and the new job was more busy than before, but Zhou’s salary made me feel like it was worth it.

Since it was important for the studio to open its first project, with a bang and a subsequent export of a tablet among its clients, I and Zhou and other colleagues were in a spirit of 120,000.

The day after work, I took Wu Wen Ho Black because from that day on, he wrote to me, day and night, which seriously affected my work.

Because he hasn’t been able to get my answer, he’s changed his tactics to call me frequently, so dense that I wonder if he’s unemployed and idle.

So I threw all his contacts into the blacklist.

It’s just that I didn’t think he could do that. When he came home from work on the third day, I saw him crouching in front of my house, holding a lunchbox in his arms and looking at me.

I’m familiar with that lunch box, the couple we went to at the supermarket when we first started.

Just because he didn’t eat well in his restaurant, I had three years of living together, and I had to prepare lunch every night for the next day, in addition to dinner.

I didn’t take my lunchbox when I left.

I asked him, “Why are you here? I’m sorry.

He’s probably been crouching for too long, and he almost fell off his feet, but he keeps his lunchbox in his arms as if it was full of gold bars.

I didn’t reach out to him.

He barely stood up in front of me and showed me the baby’s lunch box with roasted potatoes, and he didn’t know where he came from this summer.

I watched him with doubt.

He was a bit embarrassed to say, “I wanted to cook you a big meal, but I didn’t know it was so hard to cook.” I made a mess of the kitchen. I didn’t make the last one. I burned the pot. I’m sorry.

He looks at me and looks at my reaction.

My face was calm, and I asked him, “What then?” I’m sorry.

“I thought you wanted to eat roasted potatoes from a roadside stand last winter, but you never touched them. It wasn’t easy to think of it. I baked five potatoes to make one. I’m sorry.

I took a look at the roasted potatoes, and there’s a piece burning. I didn’t say anything.

He started to beg, “Ding Ling, I really know it’s wrong. I’ve been thinking about you every hour of my life since you were gone.

“I’ll listen to anything you say from now on, and I’ll help you share the house, buy a house, get married, and do you want to give me another chance?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think that one day Oh Wen Ho would come in the kitchen for me and ask me so little for forgiveness.

He picked up the roasted potatoes in his lunchbox and sent them to me again, as he had done to Amber, who thought he was precious, and said, “Do you want to taste them, Dingling? I’m sorry.

So I made a decision and pushed his hand away, and said, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You don’t have to do this, and you don’t have to try to fix it. I’m fine. I’m not going back. I’ll take the key and open the door.

Oh Wen Ho’s eyes are red, and eyes follow my shadow. But I didn’t feel any pain at all. I regretted it. It was too late. I told him the last word.

“Summer’s up. I don’t want to eat roasted potatoes anymore. I’m sorry.

By: Old Orange

What kind of experience is living with a boyfriend? – A little cat’s answer.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.