I got a confession from my boyfriend in the back of the white wall, who thought he was a hitter, and the next day the girl left a message, “Thank you for the wall, we’re together. I’m sorry.
I look around my boyfriend, and I think.
One.
I run our college white wall account because it’s interesting to see people confess.
No one was told that I was under the skin because of the fear that the white wall would lose its mystery and the fear of not eating a friend’s melon.
But I didn’t think one day I’d get another girl to tell my boyfriend.
That was a simple statement, probably Chief Chiang of a college. I like you very much.
And there’s a back image.
I knew that back of the picture, burned to ashes.
I thought I had a good taste for it, and the man I saw was a good one.
Then I didn’t take it seriously, and I forgot.
Who would have thought that the next day, this girl had come to me.
“Thank you for the wall. We’re together. We come to wish. I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
I look at my boyfriend who’s eating with me, and I’m really thinking.
How are you?
He looked up at me a little bit, “Ah? Aren’t I with you every day? I’m sorry.
Yeah, so I’m more confused.
The reason I made that statement was because, in my mind, Jiangkawa-hong was the kind of person who would never cheat.
They’ll be ready, they’ll be on call, they won’t have a password, they’ll let me check.
We’ve been together for almost six years since high school and now we’ve even agreed to get married after graduation.
People like that cheat. I don’t believe it.
So I decided to give him some trust, start with the girl, see if the girl was mistaken or just a misunderstanding.
So I drove a trumpet to add the girl and the note was written by Chiang’s friend.
I didn’t expect it to be passed soon, but the girls seemed to be on alert, just asking questions.
“It’s okay, it’s Chiang who asked me to add you. He can’t talk. I’m sorry.
The girl didn’t say anything. She just sent one, “Oh. I’m sorry.
But that’s what made me suspicious.
As a normal person, at least one question would have been asked.
But she didn’t question it. She just went back.
I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe it’s a girl’s instinct.
I was suddenly blessed to think of two things long ago.
About a year and a half ago, it was like a girl was modeling in a photo club in Jiangkawa.
I remember coming out, and I said, “That’s a cute little girl. I’m sorry.
A year ago, Jiangkawa-Moon suddenly hung a duck on his backpack.
Because it’s cute, so I noticed, “I remember you didn’t like little dolls. I’m sorry.
He just pinched it. “I thought it was cute the other day. I hung it up. Do you like it?
“You can hang it if you like. I’m sorry.
It’s two simple things that suddenly appear in my mind.
I remember that girl who was his straight-on sister, who occasionally met on campus and said hello to both of us.
When I looked at the space of the little girl, I found it clean, without any information and like a trumpet.
I said goodbye to Kawakawa, and on my way back to the dorm, I went through their community’s tweets.
All the tweets from a year to two years ago finally found the one where the girl was modeling.
I found the girl’s classmate’s account in the comment area, and I found the girl’s own account in the placard.
Seen a girl with a boyfriend?
This boyfriend, I look familiar. Isn’t this Kawamoto’s classmate?
I’m starting to wonder if I’m thinking too much, maybe not this girl.
But I went over her home page and found out that she had a duck just like that doll in Kawakawa?
“Was it so big? I’m sorry.
Two.
Since people are suspicious, they feel suspicious everywhere.
I’m in a different department, so the curriculum is different.
We’ve shared each other’s schedules, and we always pick up two people to meet again.
On this day, I picked a little bit of an option for him to go in.
I wore masks and hats and sat early in the corner of the last row of the stairs.
As the school hours approached, the students came in one by one, and I almost couldn’t see it, but I didn’t see Shangkawa entering the classroom.
At first, I was willing to think he wasn’t skipping school.
Ten minutes after the lesson, the teacher has drawn up a roster to begin naming.
Not even his name!
I swear I didn’t miss any name, but I can’t believe I didn’t have a name.
It was just curious gossip, and it was always like watching this farce like an outsider.
Until this moment, I felt my heart finally cooling.
It’s true.
Five years together, we’ve been through so much, thousands of days and nights I thought we were in love.
I was laughing at him and planning for the future, and he was probably watching the way out.
Thinking about it, I couldn’t help crying.
Because in class, I can’t make a sound, I can’t just bury my head and dry the tears.
“Are you okay?”
I got scared, and I put my head up, “Sorry, I’m fine. I’m sorry.
He passed over a pack of paper towels, “Burn it.” I’m sorry.
When I said thank you, I took a good look at the guy I was with.
He didn’t seem to recognize me as his girlfriend, but handed me a tissue and turned around to take lessons.
“Well, I’m in this class, too. Can I give you a little credit? We can work together. I’m sorry.
I wasn’t sure he would agree, after all.
It’s not good to add a girl’s tweet.
He hesitated. He had a thought expression.
When I thought he was going to turn me down, he said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
The boys are very clean-looking and look very quiet.
Fucking blind, with such a nice boyfriend, you gotta take a shit with me.
After class, we politely said goodbye and agreed to take seats with each other next time.
I went through the boys’ circle for three days, and the signatures and background were blank, and it didn’t look like I was in love.
I went to the campus to follow the rest of the class, and I walked without a destination, and all I could think about was a little bit of what had happened.
I began to wonder if those happy moments were fake.
Isn’t every vow he says is a lie.
Did I stop being the first person he ever saw the girl?
I couldn’t stop walking and crying, but there were too many people around, and I had to hide in the alley and walk to the corner of the remote artificial lake.
Then it happened that there were two people holding hands on the bench, and the girls were smiling.
I just wanted to leave, and I heard the voice of Jiangkawa. I’m sorry.
Some distance, the girl blocked his face, but I remember his voice.
I’ve been on the phone for five years. I can’t hear you.
Then I stood there and watched the boy reach out to the girl’s head.
They’re kissing.
In that moment, I particularly wanted to run over and slap each of them.
Why are you so shameless?
The fire in my chest almost broke my mind.
But, not enough, not enough!
The break-up of the past through the window paper would be tantamount to a direct concession, which would leave the dog and the girl with no psychological burden.
In addition to a few seconds of physical pain and three words of humiliation, they are so much in love, how can they share the pain that I have suffered half a day?
I will not let them go so easily.
So an evil thought is hidden in my heart, and you green me, and I green you.
The pain of cutting the skin is enough blood to live in.
I’ll do everything I can to stay close to Jiangcheon and keep your feelings underground forever.
Then get your boyfriend, every boyfriend of yours.
I want you to have a moment of peace from now on.
3
I took pictures of them, uploaded them to a private photo album in my space, and removed the traces from the phone.
After a big cry, I looked at the past.
I have no idea, nor can I be sure, when a third person appears in our relationship.
When I cried enough, I went back to the dormitory and looked at the people in the mirror.
The hair is gibberish, the face is yellow on the face, the body is covered in a wide medium-sex coat, and the baseball cap is always on half a face.
I’ve had little makeup since I fell in love, except for a special occasion or a good mood.
I bought a lot of pretty dresses, but because I didn’t like to wash my hair, I didn’t like it, and I didn’t take it off.
I think we’ve all been together for so long, and we’ve been so close to each other.
I’ll put the mirror down and remove all the clothes from the closet.
Clean up a small pile of broken T-shirts, black and gray fat coats, male and female, five-minute shorts.
A piece was folded into a clean pocket and placed in a large box downstairs to recover old clothes.
I went to the bathhouse with a bath frame, and I thought I’d go to the bathroom and get my head kicked.
Who would have thought of meeting that girl here again.
The tub in the north is a popular bath, undressed under dozens of showers, and people are frank.
The fog in the bath is evaporating, and it’s covering everyone’s face.
I’m across from her and I’m rubbing bubbles over her head.
She had two eyes, a young girl, a flat abdomen and a bouquet of flowers.
I looked down at myself, but I had a big belly.
In that second, I was a little down, even mocking myself. A girl like me deserved to be dumped by a man.
She turned around to rub her back, and I looked up and saw a piece of blue red under her hair behind her neck.
Strawberry prints.
You can’t afford a room?
If I’m worthy of love, why should I be judged by such an animal?
I took a shower and I went straight to the barber shop for $20 to pull my hair up and blow it.
Back in the dormitory, he pulled out a fuzzy long skirt, put his frame glasses away, wore a small diameter and put on a light makeup.
“What’s the big day?” I’m sorry.
I’m going to put on makeup and I’m going to send a message to Jiangcheon, “Kawakawa, I miss you. I’ll walk with you later. I’m sorry.
The news came in soon, “Okay, I miss you too. I’m sorry.
I looked at that message, and I looked at it for a long time, and I almost looked into the skin.
Can a heart really cut out two undisturbed parts of each other and love each other?
By the time I got downstairs, he was here, sitting on the steps and playing games.
He’ll always wait for me, no matter how long it takes.
I can’t help but think that’s what you do when you wait for her?
I’m sorry I’m late. I’m sorry.
As soon as I saw him, I pulled out my smile and pulled his hand and put it on his shoulder and looked at him.
As soon as he saw me, he looked at me like, “How is the baby so beautiful today? I’m sorry.
He used to hold my hand, and today he hugged my waist and put his head in my hair, “You smell good. I’m sorry.
He said he wanted to kiss me.
I looked at that mouth, and I was sick, and I reached out to him, and I said, “Did you wait for me?” I’m sorry.
And We would have gone forward in the past day with his hand, and with little timidity and warmness.
He’s a little confused, but he’s used to it, “No, how can he be angry with a pretty baby? I’m sorry.
Let’s take a hand. “Are you going to have a late class? I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
“Shall I go with you?”
I’m a person who doesn’t even bother with his own class, so I never said anything about going to school with him, and even he said I would refuse.
“It’s all in a school. I can’t see you anymore. I’m sorry.
I used to say that.
He listened to it for a while, and he said, “Fine, the evening class is a small class, and it’s a little obvious with you. I’m sorry.
Oh, there’s pussy, but it doesn’t matter.
“Well, I’ll pick you up later. I’m sorry.
He was holding his hand on my waist, and then he took it easy. You’re acting a little weird, baby. I’m sorry.
I smiled, and my arms were hanging.
“My mom said she’d buy me a house and ask how much you like it. I’m sorry.
Baby, sister has plenty of money.
I don’t believe you. I don’t like money.
I knew it.
“Oh, well, I’ll see if I can do my homework later. I’m sorry.
That doesn’t seem to be all.
“It’s okay, since you’re busy, forget it. Another day. I’m sorry.
4
I registered a new microblog, I found a couple of fake daily selfies, I sent out a couple of routines, and I took the initiative to look at the girl and brush her face under her comments.
She noticed me a few times, “Hello. Do we know each other? I’m sorry.
“Hello, Aoi. I saw the real one I took one day, and I thought I’d read it well and wanted to meet you.” I’m sorry.
It’s the young girl who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one.
One day, I added her wisps because I’m in trouble, often rainbow farts.
This is how our Internet relations were formalized, and after I sent her a small gift one time, she officially recognized me as a good friend.
On the other hand, I have spared no effort to humongze Jiang and have gradually discovered something that was not previously noticed.
I was carrying a lot of snacks this day and went straight to where they were doing their work.
They regularly organize events, exchange of letters, exchange of documents and teaching of ps courses.
Today is a free-of-charge event, with three fine drawings for models who want to take pictures.
I push the door, it’s a simple studio. Men and women laugh.
Most of the people in there saw me, and most of them were confused, and only Jiangchuan was a bit surprised, and then came over with a little flaunt. I’m sorry.
I watched him laugh, and I went straight in.
“Hello, I’m the girlfriend of President Chiang, and he has asked me to comfort you. I’m sorry.
A few boys reacted first, rushing in and shouting for his sister-in-law.
The girls were unknown, but they were happy to have free snacks.
It’s just a few people, turning their ears, looking at me in the eye, getting up and giving me a smile.
This includes the girl.
When I came in, she was in a dress with a tweezer on.
What’s it called? A hole in the hole.
I walked in laughing, carrying a bag, handing it to an ice cream.
“Ying Ying as a big model, but hard work, so beautiful, so new in the community, thanks to us.” I’m sorry.
The two boys next to him looked so grumpy, they were too busy looking at me.
But the face was still the same, and he took up his cell phone and he sent a message, and he was still smiling sweetly, and he looked at me like a bitch.
“Thank you, I can’t help you if you’re the boss of Chiang I’m sorry.
Jiangchuan came here to pull me and nod at everyone’s awkward smile.
“This is Blue, to Aoi, and these are for you. I’m sorry.
I’m his girlfriend.
He pulled me over and sat me down half in front of me.
“Elan, wait for me here. I’ve got a lot of people out there today, and I don’t know if I can take care of you. If you’re in a hurry, go home and I’ll come to you for dinner tonight. I’m sorry.
I nod my head and watched him run all the way back and looked at them again and stood up and started filming.
There are dozens of people in the group, dozens of boys, fewer girls and mostly modelers.
But Kong Ying’s photographer was always Jiang Kumi.
He took up the camera, “Look over here, light up a little bit, hey, good, nice smile.” I’m sorry.
I had come to them with an embarrassing mind, armed and ready to build my mind, and I thought I’d be the one who would do it.
But I think I’m the one who’s embarrassed.
The holes were smiling, with their skirts, standing under the spotlight, and the reflection plate was on her face, glowing like angels.
Jiangchuan was bending and staring at the camera, and there was no stop to laugh.
He looked at the camera and looked at it, not only as an admirer, but also as a lover of silk.
He’s not reading. He’s watching her.
Although there was little white and no physical contact between them.
But I’m still sore, my fingernails are in the palms, so painful that I can’t feel it.
Because the guy in front of that shot was me.
It was me and it was just me.
I know what it’s like when he loves someone.
I took a deep breath and stood up to say hi.
The second person who came in at this time was Kong Ying’s boyfriend.
They looked at each other and waved, and the boys sat in a corner and sat next to me.
I sat down and watched him laugh again, “What a coincidence. I’m sorry.
And he stunned, measured me for a few seconds, and then he showed his smile, “It was you. I’m sorry.
5
There was an increase in activity and, in order not to take a place, we moved to the corner with a bench, almost in a pile of background plaque.
He’s got his cell phone, he’s got his leg, he’s glideing the glider.
“You like glides?”
He was scared, and the whole body stung.
I laughed and shot him on the shoulder, “All right? I’m sorry.
He thought it was a little funny, “It’s okay. Do you like gliders too? I’m sorry.
“I like to fly kites. I’m sorry.
The boy smiled, his eyes bent, and his hair covered half of his forehead, and he said, “Well, it’s all in the sky.” I’m sorry.
And I brought him one of those ice creams from a bag by my feet: “I bought it, please eat it, and I’ll give it to him.” I’m sorry.
First he refused, couldn’t bear my repeated invitations, or took the bag, “Thank you. I’m sorry.
A skeletal, long-wielding hand, a simple tan T-shirt with a prominent and well-shaped clavicle, a thin, thin boy.
The ice cream was put on for a while, and it melted, and he held it in his hand, with a drop of cream, and fell on his hand.
He’s looking for something to wipe.
I took a tissue out of the bag and stuffed it into his hand.
It’s hot, ice cream melts fast, and it’s too fast to melt.
He was rushing into his mouth and rubbing his hands and feet, while being careful not to drop butter on his pants.
“Don’t move. I’m sorry.
I saw a ice cream finally finished and I came near him with a tissue.
He leaned his head back, and he said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I sprayed the fragrance of flowers today, necks, chests, sleeves, all the fragrances of action.
He had a drop of distasteful cream on his chin and had been down his throat.
I leaned over, leaned over my head, helped him wipe that stain off with a tissue, and stopped to look at him, “Okay. I’m sorry.
I did look at his white, almost radiant face, and it got red and dazzled up to the ear.
I folded the paper in a garbage bag without an expression, and I sat back in the air.
“We have a glider base in the suburbs. I’m sorry.
He didn’t seem to be able to get out of the atmosphere. I’m sorry.
There’s a lot of activity going on over there, and there’s a lot of girls coming today and everybody smiles.
Kong Ying has changed his second suit, and the students have been wearing sailors’ uniforms, which are very young.
I didn’t answer, and he bowed his head a little.
Because of the large number of people, there was also a need for a lot of props, and people were constantly coming to change their background sheets.
The background sheet is a large, coloured velvet, a bit heavy, and it’s a bit weak because it’s cheap.
So, when the members of the group came in to take out the rags in a rough manner, the racks fell down, with a whole row of clothes on them, and the whole thing came at me, and it was so strong.
“Look out! I’m sorry.
I heard someone whispering, and then suddenly, in the dark, in a bit of panic, I reached out and felt something that felt meat on me. I’m sorry.
He saw the shelf coming over and consciously coming over to cover me up, and he was crushed under this layer of fold.
Boys are thin, but they seem to be a little strong, holding the cloth up.
Otherwise, it’s so thick, it’s covered in its face, and it suffocates quickly.
I reached out to the edge of the cloth and tried to find a crack to climb out.
Instead of touching it, it’s exhausting.
He’s been holding up for a while and he’s getting tired, and his breathing is getting worse.
I reached out to his head and was sweating.
“Don’t hang in there. You climb down too. Let’s shout. I’m sorry.
There was a lot of people outside and a lot of noise and noise, and no one noticed that two people had been hit by a pile of props.
He’s not talking, he’s just holding on. I’m sorry.
It’s dark so I don’t see five fingers. I crawled out, and I accidentally pushed it into his hand.
He softened his hand and fell on me.
I was humming, feeling the pressure, and he was embarrassed and trying to get some support.
But it’s been a few times, and it’s not working.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
I can’t see him, but I can feel his face at the moment I turn back.
Because the heat of his speech was so close to my ears that I couldn’t help but shrink my neck.
Help! Somebody!
I cried out two voices, hoping someone could help.
“Will you mind being seen? I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
I was asked, and the subconscious turned back in the direction of the sound.
I don’t know where to rub it on my lips, but it’s a warm, soft touch.
Maybe it’s his face, maybe it’s his lips.
And when I thought of it, I turned my head, and listened to it, and breathed in two ways, and took a sip of it together.
Maybe that call for help was heard, as if the weight was a little lighter, and someone was screaming, “Come on, somebody’s down! I’m sorry.
When I saw the sun, someone pulled me out of the ground.
The first thing I saw was Jiangkawa’s ugly face. He grabbed my wrist.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you with Qi Ling? I’m sorry.
He didn’t worry about my safety at first, but felt ashamed that I was stuck with other boys in front of his club.
I beat my hands, cut my hair, look at the hole.
“Well, thanks to Chilling, otherwise, I’m afraid I’m gonna die here, according to the seriousness of your work. I’m sorry.
After a twilight of heart failure, Jiangchuan showed ugly look.
I picked up the bag on the floor, I took the ash, “I’ll leave you to it. I’m sorry.
When I walked out, I looked back and sat back where I was, with my phone and I didn’t know what I was looking at.
I sent him a message, “Do you want to go see the glider this weekend? I’m sorry.
Six.
I didn’t see the glider that weekend.
Because he turned me down.
And I didn’t insist, because Jilline said, “It’s my girlfriend’s birthday this weekend, and I’m giving her a birthday. I’m sorry.
I turned on my phone and it’s Thursday and two more days.
Jiangkawa-hong is no different.
“Kawa Ming, let’s go to the massage Friday night. You’ve been working so hard lately, I’ll ask you. I’m sorry.
I’m the one who likes massages. I’m tired and I’m happy to press.
Take a bath and press it. It’s a unique way of entertaining our northern children.
He wasn’t very comfortable at first, until I said, “I’m asking you, just try it. I’m sorry.
That’s why bathing and massages are our common hobby.
Speaking of massages, he said, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m sorry.
At dusk, we’ll go out together.
When he was walking across the street like a red light, he suddenly pulled out of his pocket a little box with a bow tie into my hand, “There seems to be little time for you lately. I’m sorry.
Open that little box, which is a lipstick, the one I told him was good-looking but could not be bought.
“I asked a couple of students to contact a couple of replacements to find it. Happy? I’m sorry.
And he took my hand, and turned his head, and half of his face was covered in shadows, half of his face was glamorous,
I liked him for a long time. I told my friends loudly.
“I like the man who’s so manly! I’m definitely marrying him. I’m sorry.
He was tall and dark and ugly.
When he got into the same university, I gave him his clothes, his pants, his glasses and even his backpack socks.
Looking at him getting a little better and better, I’m particularly proud to say, “This is my boyfriend. I’m sorry.
“Do you hate that I’m not dressed up all day?” I’m sorry.
Turned into a green light, and instead of answering me, he pulled me straight ahead, “The green light, what are you thinking?” I’m sorry.
Into the bath, with the boys and girls.
When you’re done, go upstairs to the massage room. We’ll lie down and call the technicians.
“Put a mask on him, you look like you’ve been up all night. I’m sorry.
I watched the mechanic graze him with algae on his face, covered him up and left only two nostrils.
The house was filled with music, and the fragrances were smooth, and the arm of the technician’s sister was pressed to the body, and it was felt that the bones were swollen.
Ten minutes later, there was a soft snoring.
I ripped off the face, took his phone and found out he didn’t know when to set the password.
But it’s okay, there’s a fingerprint unlocking, and I put my phone under his finger, and the phone went off.
The tweets are clean, and the qqs are all-embracing, and the texts are deleted.
It’s your birthday.
I opened his shop and I didn’t even have a suspicious purchase record, but there were some female items on the front page.
He’s snoring down there, and I’m always afraid he’ll wake up.
I finally opened up the payment treasure and finally found a strange consumption record.
And one of them shall see my blood boiled, and it shall not be able to strangle him directly.
Last month’s 12th, he bought a box of tt.
But we haven’t had intimacy in a long time.
From the screen, it seems as if I have heard men and women croaking together and groaning in an incomprehensible state.
I’m even more surprised that he booked a Saturday hotel last night.
I took some deep breaths, filmed the record, put the phone back where it was, and walked out.
I went to the resting room in the movie room, and in the dark, I found a chair to lie on, covered my head, and finally spit out the air that was held in my chest.
I can’t even cry. I feel my hands and feet shaking.
I just feel sick in my stomach.
Lifting the covers, I went back to the shower floor, looking for a shower, washing myself so hard.
I’ve been squeezing all over my body.
The hot water came down and a great deal of foam flooded my ankle, and I finally got down and cried.
By the time I returned faceless, Jiangkawa was awake, lying in bed lazy and asking me, “Where have you been? I’m sorry.
I laughed like nothing happened, “I’m hungry, I’m going to eat something. I’m sorry.
By Saturday, I was given a preventive shot.
“We’ll have dinner tonight, we won’t get a call from you tonight. I’ll tell you tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I promised him I wouldn’t bother. I’m sorry.
“Nine o’clock. I’m sorry.
I got about a little while before I stepped across from that hotel.
The other side of the hotel was a café, and I ordered coffee and pasta at 7:00, sat by the window, even brought my camera, and borrowed a tripod from my roommate.
My roommate thinks I’m going to go out and take a picture. I’m sorry.
“Well, yes, couples are real. I’m sorry.
Sitting in a coffee shop, my heart was calm and even peaceful.
I’m not bored at all, I’m even a little stingy.
After three cups of coffee and two pasta, they showed up at 9:35.
From a taxi, the girl got out of the car and stood outside waiting for the boy to pay.
After a few seconds, the boy got out of the car and reached for the girl’s waist.
They laughed so sweetly, they walked into the hotel door together.
When I filmed all of this, I felt particularly successful, like the paparazzi of the entertainment weekly.
I made a voice call to Qiling when I made sure everything was preserved.
Hello? I’m sorry.
Qi Ling seems a little depressed and sounds like he’s having a bad time.
“Killing, do you know about them? I’m sorry.
I have not said this in vain, but I have left room to go back and forth.
I thought it was going to be a mess, but he asked me, “How do you know? When did you know? I’m sorry.
These two words, they shock my heart, and they don’t go on.
“I knew it. I wanted to see you. I’m sorry.
Chilling was quiet for two seconds and then bored, “Well, don’t hurt her. I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.
I’m staring at the end of the screen and I can’t stand to laugh.
“I’ll give you 20 minutes, one second later, and I’m not sure she’ll finish this university. I’m sorry.
7
Seventeen minutes and eight seconds, I saw him running in.
I looked at him, and he looked at me, and sat, and nobody spoke.
I gave him the screenshot from the phone, and Qi Ling took a look and put it on. I’m sorry.
“I intend to send this video to her counselors and classmates, including the mentors, classmates, family members, and I want their indecency to be known. I’m sorry.
The eyebrows are wrinkled, the head down and the face is painful.
“No way. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “No? You said no? I’m sorry.
He held his hands together and put them on the table, “What do you want to stop?” I’m sorry.
I took the iron fork in front of me, held it in my hand and put it on the napkin in front of me, “I want you to listen. I’m sorry.
The face of the gibberish, stomping like a foot, moaning for a moment, “Okay. I’m sorry.
I asked the waiter to pay, to look at him in the face, which was so painful, that I couldn’t understand.
“Why are you doing this for her?” I’m sorry.
He kept his curtains down, “No comment. I’m sorry.
It doesn’t matter, I don’t care, “Take the machine, come with me. I’m sorry.
I took him across the street to the hotel lobby, where I opened a big bed.
Stand still and say nothing.
The waiter at the front desk may not have seen such a rare combination of girls and boys.
“Is the room at 259 empty? I want that room. I’m sorry.
With a card, he stepped on a thick carpet and walked in an elevator into a quiet corridor.
At the door of the room, I couldn’t help but look at the 250 on the right door.
This is Jiang Khun and Kong Qin’s room.
Because the room number was too special, so I remembered when I looked at it, and I found a random map of the hotel, and I wrote down the number of the room, which is right across the door.
Put on the card, turn on the light, and the scene in the room is full.
Large beds, red veils, old fragrances of furniture, the air is humid.
“Go lie down. I’m sorry.
Standing behind me, standing still, helpless.
I don’t care about him, set the machine up against the door, open the right angle and take a shower in the bathroom.
“Do you want to wash?”
I stood by the door and asked him about the hotel robe.
Sitting by the bed, hearing my voice, waking up like a big dream, “Ah, ah, yes?”
I rubbed my hair with a towel, and I said, “Sweat it. I’m sorry.
He grabbed his sleeve and pushed it into the bathroom.
I sat by the bed, staring at the machine, and I felt as clear as ever, as if my blood was cold.
Chilling was quickly washed out, wearing a hotel bathrobe like mine, with his head down and his face red, like the daughter-in-law of an old society who had just passed.
Lie down. I’m sorry.
He lay down from the good, and turned his face towards my side.
“Wait a minute. I’m sorry.
I grab the handle, get up and walk out, open the door, and he seems a little surprised. I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer. Open up to the balcony at the end of the hotel corridor.
“Hello? 110? I’m gonna call the police, and I think the 250 room in this hotel seems to be carrying out some kind of illegal activity, and I’d like you to send someone to verify it. I’m sorry.
After the phone call, I was lying on the rail, watching the sky of the city get dark, and everything was like a dream glitch.
And when I returned, it was as if Qi Ling had fallen asleep, rolled into the covers, and shrunk to the edge of the bed.
The lights in the room were so dark that I was sitting in the dark and staring at the camera.
Hold your breath and listen to the noise in the hallway.
Time ticks and ticks, one minute and a second.
My eyes are sour, but my brain is very excited.
This excitement even bothers me, and my heart is full of sweat, and my tumultuous blood in my chest hits my entire veins and makes me want to scream.
At last, about 40 minutes later, there was an intense footsteps in the corridor.
“Keline, get up. I’m sorry.
Stand up like a fool, “Hmm? I’m sorry.
“Take the machine, face the door. I’m sorry.
It’s coming across the street, “Hello, I’m a police officer. I’m sorry.
The sound of knocks, men ‘ s and women ‘ s screams, footsteps, objects on the ground.
My cell phone also turned on the video and took it quietly.
I’ll open the door as soon as it rings.
250 The lights are bright and bright, and thanks to the hotel room, I can see most of the beds at the door.
A mess of clothes, food boxes, half of the mineral water.
It’s useless, and I don’t know why, in my mind, it’s like an old black and white movie.
And then, the picture relighted, the color was colored, but the sound was gone.
Shangkawa and Kong Ying, together with a boy I didn’t know.
I leaned behind the door in a bathrobe, surrounded by towels, standing behind me with a machine.
Girls hide behind boys, cover their faces and look scared and ashamed.
Sichuan was surprised to look me in the eye, and his shirt was suffocated with the wrong button, and only half of his pants were zipped.
In two short seconds, his face ran from fear to anger, pointed at my throat, without shame, “Wasn’t you? Did you call the police! I’m sorry.
The police then saw me and Qi Ling, reaching out to get inside, “Go back, don’t mess around, turn the machine off. I’m sorry.
Five men, ten eyes, between inches.
Emotional suffocation like a cyclone.
“It’s me, Uncle Police, who has to look into this man and woman. I’m sorry.
8
All over the tan, close the machine and sit on the bed.
I knew he wouldn’t do my job in a proper manner. The video on the phone was up to the cloud, coded, everything was ready.
“What, we’re done here? I’m sorry.
His arms fell down, soft and weak, like a fall leaf.
“I know she’s greedy, but I didn’t think she’d do something wrong. I’m sorry.
I squeezed the trigger, threw my breath and threw myself in the bed.
“A man who does, and the heaven sees, and the evil man grinds himself, and I am the evil man. I’m sorry.
There’s no sound, just heavy breathing.
And then immediately, gently, bang.
Kneel on the floor, head down, put your hands on your knees.
“I beg you, don’t publish the video, it’s too small to ruin her life. I’m sorry.
I sat up and looked at him, and I just didn’t feel like I was hitting him.
I’m going to put my hand on his shoulder.
Quilling! Are you out of your mind? He’s shitting on your neck! Are you a man or a dog? You didn’t lick a dog for that, did you? I’m sorry.
I went to the bathroom to get dressed, put up the machine and see him kneeling there.
“I’m leaving, you can stay here if you like. I’m sorry.
“She’s not actually my girlfriend, she’s my sister. I’m sorry.
I held the hand of the doorknob, slowly let go, turn around and look at him.
“When she was eight, her mother married her father and lived in my house. From then on, we became brothers and sisters without blood ties. I took her as my sister, but she seemed to have other feelings for me. I say we’re legally brothers and sisters, the kind of relationship you think is impossible. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, he was silent for a few seconds, leaving a big pause.
“It’s my fault, when she was the reckless age of her teens and listened to me and started thinking about getting her mother divorced. Then she got what she wanted, and after the parents divorced, I still didn’t agree to her request. She’s changed since then. I’m sorry.
I went to pick him up and sat by the bed.
“She’s being rude to me, violent and self-defeating. To get back at me, she asked me to admit she was my girlfriend. It’s just that one of us is Kong and one of us is Chiang, and nobody suspects it. And then she started to go out with different boys, and I persuaded her, and I stopped her, and I begged her, and it didn’t work, and it didn’t work. If she doesn’t obey, she’ll hurt herself and threaten me. It’s my fault she’s become like this. I can’t be held responsible for her. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think there was such a thing in it.
“So you know how long I’ve been with Jiangkawa? Five years. She’s the one who’s been responsible for this relationship when she knows that Jiangkawa has a girlfriend. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve slept? You know how much I hate it? Who’s going to pay for my hate? Do you want me to cut into someone’s feelings like her? I’m sorry.
Look at me, wrinkled, red eyes,
“I know, I know. If you hate her, I’ll pay for it and you get back at me. I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer him, carrying something, turning away.
Out of the hotel, there was news from the phone that Jiang Kumi had just been released and he said I had to wait.
“You got it wrong. I didn’t mean to send you in. I’ve got what I want. Next, you wait.
9
It was unexpected that he had made a cursing of the message, then called again, and I pressed it.
And finally, I’ll send a message, cry and swear.
I went back to the dormitory, squeezed the starter, watched the screen go up and down, and it went up and down until there was no power off.
It was a breath, finally a little bit of depression and a good night’s sleep.
The next day I went to school as usual, and I went upstairs, and I ran into Jiangkawa.
He looked dim, darkened in his eyes, his hair was in disarray, and the whole person was carrying a gruesome desolation.
As soon as he saw me, he came and grabbed my arm.
“Elan, I’m wrong. Can you forgive me this time? I’m really wrong. I’m sorry.
He lamented and said that he was on his knees in the flow of people.
I looked at him, and I just hated him, and I filmed his hand, “Don’t touch me, I’m sick of you. I’m sorry.
Turning back to class, he rose up, and he followed me behind him, and he talked,
“I was wrong, please, I can’t just end up like this…”
Says he’s gonna pull me out again.
“I remember you were going to bail out? Oh, and the scholarship? I’m sorry.
He took his hand back, and he was helpless, almost crying.
I look at this man who once was at the top of my heart, and I never let him show me the hard side of it, and it hurts me to touch it.
This man, who I put up to the clouds, is now being ripped off by my own hand and stepped a little bit into the mud.
And he followed me all the way into the classroom, and he was still a miserable cryer than a bone-throwing dog.
“You knew that. Why did you have to do that? I’m sorry.
He looked down and he whispered,
“It’s her. She seduced me. I’ve rejected her many times, but she won’t give up, I’ll…
I squint at him, “This time, pull a woman for a gun?” You’re a real man. I’m sorry.
As soon as Jiangkawa listens, shut up and eat the rest.
“A slap doesn’t ring. Tomorrow at 5:00, you take her to the cafe and wait for me. I’m sorry.
I’ll back up the evidence and be on time at 5:00.
Standing outside the café, I saw two people fighting in cold faces, as if no one was to be seen.
As soon as you get in the bag, two people calm down and look at me.
“Tell me, how it started, how long it’s been. I’m sorry.
Two people sitting in rows, whispering their first pair of eyes, you push me, I push you, and they won’t talk.
I sat with my arms and looked cold.
“The mother of Kong Ying is now working at the bank, isn’t he, Liu Fong? I’m sorry.
Her message, I saw it from a phone in Chilling.
He went to take a shower, didn’t take his cell phone, and I took his sign code and looked at his address book and his tweet.
Qiling seems to have a good relationship with this stepmother and is in constant contact.
Her background and nickname, her name and place of work are clear.
And when Kong Ying listened, he panicked and looked secretly at Jiangkawa.
I said, “Yes, I was with Mr. Chiang last year, yes, I was. I’m sorry.
I looked at her, and I looked at Jiangkawa.
“That’s what he said. I’m sorry.
The silent café came suddenly with a clear and obscenity.
“It’s all her. I’m not the only one she’s hooking up with.
And the poignant faces began to dazzle, staring at Jiangkawa.
Shangkawa’s heart is filled with anger and a table.
“How dare you! You’re scary. You’re always recording! Do you trust me a little bit?”
I squeezed off the tape and laughed at him, “Isn’t it because I trusted you that this is what happened? I’m sorry.
He sits back, he breathes and turns his head out of the window.
“And what right do you have to shout at me? I advise you to see your situation and not to piss me off. I’m sorry.
♪ The hole hears, drops down, softly ♪
“Aoi, I’m really wrong. I’ll never contact the Chief again. I quit. I apologize. I’m sorry.
“Apologize? What good is my apology? Besides, you give it back to me, and I don’t want it. Take it if you like. I’m sorry.
Her face was red and woozy and gnawed on her lower lip.
Full of gloom and loss of the light of the past.
Jiangkawa was roaring and whispering, and his chest sank.
“To the Blue, to kill no matter what, these days I’m begging you with my voice, what do you want? You probably don’t know yet. You’ve got a handle on me. I’m sorry.
I don’t laugh.
“Oh, yeah? That’s rare. I’m good. Sit straight. I’m sorry.
Jiangchuan bubbled, confidently flipped a video from his cell phone and put it in front of me.
I’ve got a big bang in my head and my hands are holding my fist under the table, and I just feel like I’m getting a little more and less.
That’s part of the video of our intimate relationship.
I’m wearing cool clothes in the video and I’m showing a lot of amazing privacy.
I don’t even know how he kept this from me.
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard a sickening sound.
“How about that? Is that enough? I have contact with your family, including your classmates, friends. I’m sorry.
10
He thought that he was holding the winning hand, and that his face had spread so much that he even had his perforated waistbar straight.
I’m blind. I had a little mercy on you. Your family’s not rich, your brain’s not smart, you can’t go to a good college, and it’s not easy to graduate. But now I have mercy on you for the last time. I’m sorry.
I took the bag, stood up and looked at them,
“You send the video, and I’ll call the police and send you to jail. We’ve been dating for five years, we’ve met our parents, we’ve been engaged, and I don’t think it’s a shame to have sex. You can do it all over the world. If you don’t, I’ll despise you. I’m sorry.
He didn’t think that the bottom card had scared me, and he was finally completely scared, and his face was obstinate, full of terror.
All the way to the dormitory, I felt like my chest was short.
I’m afraid, even if I say so, that the video will be used as a joke after the tea, and the least of it will be mocked at, the idiot in love.
But I would never bow my head to him. He owes me. I must pay him a thousand times.
I didn’t think this was the last knife that killed him.
She called me at night, asked me out, said she had something to show me.
When I came down, she was wearing a hat and a mask, sitting under a lamp, like a ghost.
“This is what I filmed when I was with him, and I was trying to protect myself from the fear that one day he would expose me, and that it would be a confession I made to her to make amends. I’m sorry.
I picked her up on the phone, and I looked at the letter.
The more you look, the more you look.
It turns out there’s more than one phone in Jiangcheon. No wonder he can read his phone to me at any time.
Over the years, he had met many girls in his capacity as director of highly educated photography.
The girls are then asked out, taken advantage of, had sex, and even taken their private photographs as a threat to maintain their relationship.
Not only him, but a few others in his club.
They brought in a few large and small groups of people who were in a state of scandal and could hardly be seen as a group of highly educated young university students.
I’ve been saving them all, taking a few deep breaths, pressing my chest and not knowing what to say.
Then the perforation fell before me,
“Aoi, I know I’ve committed a terrible crime, but I’m still licking my face to beg you. Please, don’t tell my mother she’s in bad health. I can’t accept it. I can drop out of school. But don’t tell my mom I’m sorry for her. I don’t want her to have any more. She’s the only family I have. I’m sorry.
She cried when she said, and then she choked and grabbed my pants.
“Aoi, I can steal your pictures and videos back and destroy them, and I will never let them out. I only ask you to give me another chance, not to tell my mother, I beg you.” I’m sorry.
The eyes were red, the masks were wet by tears, the snot came out, her head fell on the floor and her forehead swollen.
“Well, for your mother’s sake, I can’t tell her. But I won’t let him go. He won’t blow you up. I don’t know. I’m sorry.
When the hole ends and rises from the ground, he says, “Thank you, Aoi, I’ll delete it.” I’m sorry.
“Hong Ying, don’t do this again. Not everyone’s a soft bone, I can let go, not just for you, but for the others who care about you. You make another mistake, you don’t have to end it. Nobody can save you. I’m sorry.
When she heard it, she noded in a lot of places, “Well. I’m sorry.
I thought it was time for everything to end.
I didn’t think it would happen that night.
At 8 p.m., the sound of a police car and an ambulance came from the school, and there was a noise on the campus.
“Kill! Kill! The schoolhouse is killing people! I’m sorry.
The students are running in one direction, while the bedroom aunts, the security guards, the teachers are coming out to maintain order and keep everyone in the house.
At 8:30, I received a text from Sichuan. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Three words without a head, but my heart jumped, and something must have happened.
But I can’t get out of the dorm, and there’s no one on the scene to tell me what happened.
It was not until the school briefing the following day that I knew that I had seen blood that night, that someone had been taken away, that someone had been taken into custody and that I had no further details from the mouth of the hole.
Koon Ying made up an excuse for Jiang Khun to bring his cell phone out and then let Qi Ling hide behind the door, thinking of two men to overpower him, grab the phone and destroy my video.
I didn’t think he was aware of it.
Kong Ying told me that she had shown me the terrible chat records and audio recordings of Sichuan, that I would call the police to arrest him every day, and that I would not pursue her any longer if I deleted my video.
And after listening to Jiangkawa, even Kong Ying betrayed him, not only for his future, but also for his imprisonment, he lost his sense of reason and pulled out the fruit knife that was ready to hide in his waist.
Qiling was in a panic fight to protect the hole, several knifed on his legs and bruised in his face.
There’s too much noise in the ground, there’s a passing student, find a security guard.
Fifty-six security guards joined forces to subdue Jiangcheon to the police and took him away.
Kong Ying and Qi Ling were pulled off, hospitalized.
The message was sent to me before Jiangkawa was pushed into the police car.
He was expelled from school and taken into custody because he had been sentenced to several years ‘ imprisonment for injuries allegedly reduced by virtue of his good behaviour inside.
Then I went to the hospital to see Qi Ling and Ying Ying, and the wounds on her face were swollen, on her chin, like a thong.
When I went with the fruit, she was feeding Qiling the porridge, and when she saw me, she said, “Here you are, Aoi.” I’m sorry.
All the arms and legs are covered in gauze, but the face is so smiley, “Here you are. I’m sorry.
Sitting down and chatting, nobody said anything about the past.
“In two days you can go back to school. I’m sorry.
The poignant nods, “The wound is all right, I’ll take care of him later. I’m sorry.
She went out to fetch water to wash her face. I was the only one left in the room.
Qi Ling looks at the back of the hole.
“She’s changed, she’s getting better, she’s finally like a normal kid, and she’s mistaken. Her mother and my dad are getting remarried. I’m sorry.
“Okay, that’s good. I’m sorry.
Alling looked out the window, “I’m sorry, too. I thought protection was what kept her happy. The wrong thing is to be punished, and if I could have made her suffer a little earlier, I might not have reached that point today. I’m sorry.
Leaving the ward, walking down the street, there’s a feeling of being isolated.
At a glance, the leaves are yellow.
“Can we see the gliders together?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t really like glidering. I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
