I like him for seven years, and he’s in KTV with a guy on his finger to make me play “7 Days in Love.”
On the seventh day, he gave us a red bag in the group to make us kiss.
He seemed very certain that I would not kiss a “7 days boyfriend”.
But I didn’t want him to.
One.
I was in a bad mood and asked to leave the country.
I took this as his hint and took annual leave to go home and pack.
The man who saw him in the terminal just got word from him:
I’m sorry. I lost my passport. _Other Organiser
He was standing in front of a huge glass window, and he was deformed and sober.
If he hadn’t seen him tearing his ticket into a garbage can, he would have heard him say to the phone: “I’ll be right there.” I’d say it’s okay.
I can’t breathe.
It’s like you ran 3000 meters with your best efforts, and the referee suddenly came to tell you that, even at the end, the trophy would not belong to you.
Tired, but powerless.
I’ve been in the waiting room for the flight, and I’ve been thinking about these seven years.
I suddenly found that I was always an alternative in the face of the moment.
Let’s have fun when we’re busy.
Call it in, wave it off.
I finally understood what my friend said:
“King Li, licking a dog is a dog, and no one will treasure a dog. I’m sorry.
I began to reflect on the relationship between me and the time when I really gave up, or when he asked me out to sing.
Someone proposed to play 32 points, and I joined.
I’m lucky I won two, but it won’t be long.
I’ve been asked to choose one out of a genuine adventure.
I was afraid that they would ask some embarrassing questions and choose the big adventure without hesitation, and then I got the hardest “7 Days of Love.”
When I looked down on the eye, I found out that others reacted the same way I did.
That’s how it feels to fall in love.
In the blind light, there’s no one to tell.
When my little fire bursted into my heart, he sipped his mouth and pointed to the man who just pushed the door:
“What about him?”
It is not sad, it is not outraged, but rather an unexpected calm in the heart.
It took me a long time to know that that feeling was called “Leave.”
I suddenly realized it was over.
I didn’t even see who he was talking about.
“Yes, I agree. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
When the light is red, my face is squeezed with a hating iron: “King Li, you’ll agree to what he says? What if I’m not here today? Who are you gonna play this game with?”
I took his hand and looked out the window: “What if you came?” I’m sorry.
Well, Yung Yi is the “7 Day Boyfriend” I recommended when I was a kid.
After he graduated, he went to a city where he was a cop, and recently returned to z.
I’m going back to him.
One year off, I went to deliver to him and played at his house when I ran into him.
I had the courage to ask him if he wanted to go to the barbecue.
I was hungry at noon and I thought, “Take my coat with me.”
I just asked where he went to school, and he was harassed by some tough guys.
In order to protect me, his head was firm and he received a bottle.
“What are you crying for? I’m sorry.
The young man looked at him as cold as the moon, and he was stubborn and fragile.
That’s what made me happy to be a dog licking for seven years.
I always thought that the last person to be with him must be me, because the temper was so bad that none of the guys who chased him could hold on for three months, and I stayed for seven years.
Being company is a privilege, isn’t it?
“Are you free for the weekend? Want to go on a date? * And I’ve been told *
I’m tired of rubbing my eyelids, and I’m a little distracted.
“That’s a joke, don’t take it seriously. I’m sorry.
“Are you scared?” I’m sorry.
And I’m like, “What’s up? I’m sorry.
That’s what I eat.
Two.
In order to monitor me, a group of busy friends has been set up, urging me and Yong-hoon to report daily.
It’s normal to go to a restaurant for two days, to eat, to hold hands by the river, and then get wild.
Day three, let me and Yung Yi write down 100 advantages of each other.
I barely wrote 30, and I couldn’t breathe, and I grabbed my cheeks on the small table in the living room.
“Is it hard?” I’m sorry.
“Isn’t it hard?” I said.
I took his book, but I wanted to see what he wrote, and he was worse than I, and there was only one on it.
You can eat and drink.
Oh, thank you.
I threw the pen, “No more games, break up.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t. “I’m in a hurry, I’m pulling my sleeve, I’m not moving, I’m being mean, I can’t write for you. I’m sorry.
Splendid, weird cute.
I’ve never been too low on me, and I’ve been trying to reach him first, but I’ve always looked at my feelings, sometimes for two hours, sometimes three days, sometimes…
Not at all.
I fell on the couch and buried my head in my pillow:
“I’ll take you to the door. I’m sorry.
I fell asleep after working all day on the couch, and when I woke up, I had blankets on my body and my phone blew up the pot.
Turning on the phone, the crowd blew up over 1,000 messages.
I have a bad feeling about this.
The top one is a picture of the hairy, slightly yellow pages, and the writings are flying around —
All right.
100 times!
He wrote “good back” 100 times!
Even worse, it’s in this group.
Not a single one of them is of his own in the news.
3
I didn’t think I’d be with Yon Jing, but strangely, it felt good to be in love with him.
It is as if there was a feeling of affection in childhood, and after the sanctuaries of old age, it became a good wine.
Not thick, but fragrance long ago.
When you don’t work late, Yung Yi will come with me to watch a movie with me and finish the cards.
Finally, when it’s dark, you go home in a regular manner, and you get a good sense of it.
So by the 7th day, Yung Ying asked me if I wanted to continue and I said yes.
My mom used to say, “The best thing about pear is that it’s good and good. I’m sorry.
I thought I didn’t know why I didn’t listen to anyone when I liked it.
In the twilight, the twilight has come up and asked me if I could hold.
I nod my head, and I spread my arms.
“Can you kiss me?” I’m sorry.
I take it back.
A slap in his face: “Leave your nose down.” I’m sorry.
Who knows he’s coming out of his cell phone right now and says the call card is not over.
Let’s see, today’s mission is really this.
There’s already a lot of people in the group who say they’re gonna have to give a red bag without a kiss.
$200, a week’s food.
And We raised up our feet and saw death as if it were dead: “Come then.” I’m sorry.
“Look at you as if you don’t want to…” “Stuff my waist with a sour tone.”
I thought he was going to be like the man in the novel, and he was going to be like that, but he’d just put down his heel and a kiss with mint scent.
He kissed very slowly, very thinly, licked, swirled, and stopped after a long time.
At the end, I was hung around his neck like I lacked oxygen.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Can’t you just touch the past?
And he breathed and did not speak, without a thin shirt, and I heard a violent heartbeat.
Are you kidding? Are you so excited about a kiss?
I can’t help but think of him as a former lover.
“Why is your heart beating so fast? I’m sorry.
He looked up and was surprised by what he saw.
He picks up his eyebrow, he touches my forehead with his head down, his voice is low and he’s lost:
“KANG Qianqian, do not ask your questions knowingly. I’m sorry.
The voice of the dumb is far away, but the thin lips are lower.
There’s a tendency to kiss when you talk.
This time, I reacted and died on him: “Didn’t I just kiss?” I’m sorry.
He pulled his mouth open and said, “No pictures, not counting. I’m sorry.
…well, forget about this.
I washed my face in the bathroom.
The woman in the mirror has a fine face, her mouth is swollen, her mouth is swollen and she can’t put it down for half a day.
Cell phone ding.
I’m drying my hands, I’m turning on my phone.
So it’s the crowd.
In a few seconds, however, a “thank you boss” was able to pick up the kisses.
And then you’re going to have a red bag.
The voice of the unread voice, the voice of the lazy voice, came out of the microphone:
“Don’t embarrass the little girl. I’m sorry.
He seems very certain that I won’t kiss her.
In the past, I might have saved this sentence as a piece of evidence that he liked me to treasure, and then come in late at night, click on his chat box, edit a large number of symmetrical words, rubbing his fists and testing his mind.
But now I have nothing to lose, nothing to lose.
He’s always like this. He’s close, he’s long, he’s long.
I’m afraid I’m flying away and I don’t want to.
But even a kite, it’ll break the line for too long.
There’s a few more messages from the cell phone.
The red bag was stolen and two kisses were thrown into the group.
Different angles, different locations, as if a bigger red bag had been sent for somebody’s face.
The note on the cover is particularly striking:
As expected, my private letters have gone off again.
4
On weekends, Yon Jing met some old friends to play basketball.
They found a basketball court at T., big place, lots of people.
By the time I passed with a bag of snacks, the parties had already started.
Yon Jing ran out of the three-point line and saw me, smiling and dancing.
Two seconds later, there was a clear sound of the net.
I waved at him with tears and smiled in my face.
In the next few days, it’s like the presence of God.
For every goal, you’re going to walk in a window and you’re going to act like an online gold hair.
It’s greasy, and it’s embarrassing.
So many friends can’t watch:
“First of all, I’m a single dog and I’m not messing with anyone. I’m sorry.
“It’s Yung Yi. Everyone knows you’ve got a pear. Can you just take it easy? I’m sorry.
After a cold hum, the brother-in-law of Pan said:
“Is he holding back? You don’t even know about Pear. I asked him if he had eaten. Guess what he said? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
“How did you know I was with Pear?” I’m sorry.
The people laughed, and in order to ease their embarrassment, I had to strangle it quietly on my waist and warn him, “Brother, would you mind? I’m sorry.
“Sir, promise to do your job.” I’m sorry.
I scolded him ass-faced, but I couldn’t help it.
That’s what it feels like.
Sweet, not bad.
“Sorry we’re late. I’m sorry.
In a jingle, a beautiful woman came in.
I look at my head and I’ve been dating my ex-girlfriend for two weeks, and I’ve been in college for a long time.
She was wearing an open umbilical cord and a pair of super shorts, and she showed her legs and followed her back in such good manners.
The four of us stood together in a delicate atmosphere.
Or do you want to react first, take my shoulder and break the embarrassment first:
“Hurry up and wait for you. I’m sorry.
The other one said, “Well,” but he didn’t see any special emotions and dropped his backpack.
When I was on my way, there was a moment of pause.
I used to sit on his side, but today I chose the other side.
I bowed my head away from his eyes, and people snuggled, and I quickly returned to the game.
That’s when Yoo Man-yeon came up with his ass:
“I’m sorry, Pear, but I had to call him because I had a problem with the equipment on the air. I’m sorry.
Her words make me feel a little bit.
Turns out she’s back again.
It’s not the first time I’ve stood up for her.
At the end of the baccalaureate, the parents were in conflict and torn to pieces for the sake of property, and he was fighting or getting drunk at bars every day.
And I’m always going to pick him up after part-time work.
Even my friends said that I was a fighter that was always prepared for the moment.
As long as he does so, he goes to the fire, and he does not leave.
A month later, his mother remarried and his father kicked him out of his house, saying that he was a wild seed found outside.
That night, he was holding a bottle of wine and sunk on my shoulder:
“King Li, nobody in the world loves me…”
At this point, I’m not tired of slapping his back and saying:
“How come there’s me. I’m sorry.
I thought my relationship was so close to breaking that window paper that one night I fell asleep on the bus and didn’t go to the bar to pick him up.
The bar was cleared by the time it hit the spot.
I waited two hours in the cold rain to get a message from his brother:
Pear, Yoo Man-yeon just came by to pick up the guy, but I saw Brother Liu call you. You didn’t come out of the rain, did you? _Other Organiser
I had a bad feeling about what was happening.
Then they were together the next day.
Then, when they met, they asked why they were together, and laughed, “She is very comforting.” I’m sorry.
Three months of company was no better than one night’s comfort.
I’d like to scratch his chest and ask:
If I’d known I didn’t have a chance, why would I be in the rain?
Does he know that 12, 3 cold particles are really bad?
Do you know that 48 bucks a cab fare is really expensive?
Even…
It’s more expensive than a real one.
5
The whistle ended my thoughts and I said to Yoo Yeon, “It doesn’t matter,” and I went over there to bring water to Yung Yi.
But when I got to the field, I reached out and grabbed the cup.
A friend has gone too far to look at this old story.
For a moment, I coughed and tried to break this awkward scene.
And then he looked at me like he didn’t hear me, and he looked at me like he was asking me with his eyes: “King Li, who are you going to give?”
I’m unconscious to look at my face.
But he smiled and his long fingers were holding on to the cup, and he didn’t speak back, and there was no reason to do so:
“When my girlfriend gave it to me. I’m sorry.
I woke up, and I didn’t care what I looked like, and I had to take the glass and put it in my arms:
“Wind, can drink directly. I’m sorry.
It’s like a hymn, it rubs my head, it’s a big look at it.
The other one’s face turned ugly, and then Yoo Yeon came after him and brought him a bottle of sports drinks:
“Get some rest. I’m sorry.
It’s sweet. I’ve heard it.
But he didn’t get it, he groaned, put his hand in his pocket and picked himself up a bottle of water.
There was a friend who laughed, “Yo, you are avoiding.” I’m sorry.
Just staring at him and not talking.
Only Yoo Yong Yeon’s hands remain in the air, and his face is so embarrassing.
I was suddenly reminded of myself, who had been publicly pushed into someone else’s body, and if it wasn’t for her, would I be more embarrassed than her?
My heart was in a mess in the second half of the game.
By the time it comes back, Yung Yi has finished the game by 15 minutes.
He left the scene, and the others left.
I was standing in the shade, looking at the girdles at the door, waiting for Yon Yuen to leave with the manager.
Not too often, a big hand suddenly covered my head and turned my head around.
Then the porcelain was cold, and the sour smell of the mountains spread through the mouth.
“Everyone’s gone far away. I’m sorry.
I didn’t pay attention to him, and I took out the popsicle in my mouth: “Why does it smell like sour?” I’m sorry.
I swear, I don’t mean anybody.
I didn’t expect to be in the chair, but I had a big hand rubbing it on my head: “Yeah, I am sour, you have to make me laugh.” I’m sorry.
He’s a lot better at not talking.
His emotions are straight and he’s warm, and what he thinks is clear to me.
I didn’t think it was a virtue before, but with age, it’s more valuable.
I pulled his sleeves, I passed the popsicle over to his mouth, and his legs showed him a step:
“Take it easy. I’ll buy you a popsicle. I’m sorry.
And he shouted, with his toes high and without mercy, “What was it that I bought?” I’m sorry.
And I fought with him: “You gave me that, and I gave you my things, not what I asked.” I’m sorry.
A moment of silence, as if it was to rationalize the whole logic, so that the thumb was raised: 6. I’m sorry.
Six.
I haven’t been in touch since that day.
It’s just that he doesn’t disappear from my life, sometimes being mentioned by friends, or seeing little things about him, my chest still feels like a breath.
Seven years, 2,500 days and nights, the man I miss every night before I go to bed, doesn’t seem to forget.
Even though I’ve decided not to have him.
I don’t think it’s fair for you to have this attitude, but it wasn’t until you calmed down that you and I could never go any further until we had a relationship.
I picked a good day to be honest with him.
After listening to a little bit, I didn’t say yes, I didn’t say no. I had a little talk, I put down chopsticks, and I looked serious:
“King Li, I know it’s not easy to forget a man…” he did, he took a deep breath, “but I’d like to wait. I’ll wait for you when you wait, as you’ve done so many times in the past. We’re just as poor. Why don’t we get warmed up? I’m sorry.
His eyes were too good and he looked so different in peace that I could not say a word when I was ready to choke in my throat.
You know, you know, you know, you pick up your glasses and you just bump into me.
“And besides, between two licking dogs, there must be a reward, right? It’s too bad to lick the dogs, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
Ah, that seems to make sense.
Not sure. Listen.
But as a result of letting me brainwash myself, I didn’t find any reason to contradict it, but I had the idea of fighting for a dog lick!
In front of the bar, I cried, “No, it’s all in the wine.” I’m sorry.
The glass continues to collide, making a clear sound, and when I leave, I’ll have to lie on my back.
It’s about too much to drink, and when the cold wind blows, the tears fall down.
I thought I had dinner with her before I went to the city.
I went to the bathroom and came back to hear what they said.
He seems drunk and sounds like a joke:
Please be nice to her. Don’t think she won’t leave. Don’t think I won’t. I’m sorry.
And what was the answer?
“Whatever. I’m sorry.
7
When I woke up, eight of the calls that didn’t come in, all of them were made in the morning.
Only the last sign is hung up, the other should be the ringing too loud.
I wanted to get up and wash my face, but I just got to the living room and the bell rings again.
Open the door, and the radiant light is standing, and I can’t see his contours, but I can only smell the faint smoke on him.
“Why didn’t you answer my phone? He asks questions.
Indeed, if he had called in the middle of the night, I would have struggled to rise up and ask him what had happened.
Remember once when he had a headache, or when I crossed most of the city in the middle of the night and ran away from four pharmacies that he bought.
But now…
“Sleep, what’s wrong?”
“Didn’t you want to see dolphins in Singapore last time?” There’s a dolphin show in the country recently. We can leave tomorrow if you want. I’m sorry.
I watched him confusedly.
What’s he doing, slap him to a sweet date?
Every time, if I want to give up, throw a little bit of bait back at me.
Cats catch fish, fish eat shrimp, all over again, every year.
I’m tired.
“What do you want to eat at noon? I’m sorry.
I was just about to say no, and I didn’t wait for me to open my mouth.
I’m a little confused, except that we drank that late yesterday, and he carried me back and there was nothing wrong with living here for one night.
It’s as if the color of the face was as dark as the ink, looked behind me and lit a cigarette. I’m sorry.
The tone is stingy, but it’s all in the eye.
“It’s none of your business.” I’m sorry.
I was like a gamble, so I changed my tone, and I added, “It’s good, it suits me, so…”
“You know what’s appropriate? I’m sorry.
And when the voice had not fallen, it interrupted me, and the cigarette was twisted in two circles at his fingertips, and thrown on the ground impatiently.
I don’t understand why he’s here to disturb me because he’s been refusing me every time.
“You came to my house early this morning just to be weird about me?” I’m sorry.
And when the word is out, and when the tongue is out of control, licking its lips, and the air is down, “I didn’t mean that.” I’m sorry.
What do you mean? * My voice is up high and my mouth is closed *
He opened his mouth and didn’t say anything.
Finally, I couldn’t wait long enough to close the door and completely isolate his face.
The door closes, my heart still jumps.
But it was not because of suffering, but because I suddenly found out that it was not hard to reject him.
Lick the dog, plus a point.
There’s another smile behind you.
I turned my head and was just about to ask what happened to Yung-hwan when he came back last night, and he scared me naked.
Dude, he didn’t even dry the foam on his head.
Looks like you heard the sound of the twilight, and then you got a towel, and you ran to the corner and you took the oath of sovereignty.
“What do you want to eat at noon?” I said, “You are childish.” I’m sorry.
He did not speak, nor did he mean to deny.
Walking around with wet hair and bending around, cold beads dripped on my collarbone:
“Jia, will you blow my hair for me? I’m sorry.
And he was dazzled in my ear, and his voice was dumb and he was lustful.
That’s…
It’s killing me.
8
It’s a week later.
I was busy running the project, and my feet were sharpened by new heels, so I went to the convenience store to buy a couple of stickers in the middle of the subway.
That’s when the call came in:
“Yo Won-yeon wants to get back together, I haven’t decided yet. I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry, but there’s a place in my heart that’s getting used to it.
“And you called?”
It’s over there, and there’s a little bit of uncertainty in the tone: “If you don’t want me to say yes, then I…”
“I don’t mind. I went out, stopped, and said, “Have a happy day.” I’m sorry.
We really shouldn’t bother each other anymore.
“No more?” I’m sorry.
I can feel his incredible through the microphone.
I softly said, “No more.” I’m sorry.
At first, I thought I would hear him with someone else for days and nights.
But the truth is, no.
As if he had turned from the spoiler who had to tear my heart apart to the passerby of my ridiculous life.
I had neither expectations nor disappointment with him.
The sound of broken glass came from the microphone and, after a brief silence, it appeared that the promise was calling out to him, but the telephone was hung up when I heard it.
I know he’s angry, but so what?
I won’t call back.
Later, I was approached several times, but I made excuses.
The only time I didn’t get away was the day I died in the trading building to pick up a birthday present for her.
My friends and I turned around at Casio’s counter for half a day, and when we turned back, it happened to be the first time.
He asked me out for a drink, and I was just about to say I had to go with my friend.
And I read from the eyes of my friend, from the obscenity of his eyes: “Pear, my peach blossoms are yours. I’m sorry.
I sneered and walked into the restaurant together.
“I didn’t say yes. I’m sorry.
He’s just on top of his head.
I said, “Oh,” no answer.
It’s not Yoo Yeon, it’s someone else, and there’s never a girl around.
I ate in silence, and suddenly a piece of fish was put in my bowl.
“Not a good choice. I’ll go back and practice again. I’m sorry.
And the eyes of the dazzling, with a strong grace.
He’s always in trouble. Don’t tell anyone to pick a fish.
When he used to eat, he leaned at the table and waited until I picked the fish.
At the time, there was a whole page in my memo about the attention given to Zilong.
What he likes, what he doesn’t like, nobody knows better than me.
But my business, he never seemed to mind.
I put fish on the table.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I shook my head: “I am allergic to seafood.” I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, I’m not going to order this next time.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the panic on his face, and I was deeply impressed, and I decided not to turn around:
“Whatever this meal or anything, it’s over. I’m sorry.
It was said that he had shivers and that in his lifted eyes, there was an exceptionally complex mood that was raging and almost in hiding.
I think it’s our best result to stop here.
9
Back home, Yung Yi had been sitting at the door for over half an hour.
“Aren’t you working late?”
“It was overtime, but the meeting was cancelled, and there was no lunch box, and I was wondering if there were any good people who could buy me a big baby for over 300 months? I’m sorry.
He looked at me.
Obviously, I’m the kind one who’s wrong.
I asked him to have a hot meal in his little toilet downstairs, and when he came home, he suddenly took a bunch of roses out of his trunk and shoved them in my arms:
“Let’s have a good time. I’m sorry.
It’s the first time I’ve received flowers from someone, and I remember a saying I’ve seen in years:
18 didn’t get you flowers, 28 took you home.
Yung Yi did both.
I picked up the flowers and smelled them, and even though my mouth said, “What are you doing with this?
“What’s the reason for sending a girlfriend flowers?” I’m sorry.
Yeah, well, there’s no reason to be nice to someone you like, or to someone you don’t like.
I’ve got my phone ready for a photo shoot and I’ve come here to rip my cheeks:
Smile for me. I’m sorry.
I looked at him funny and used to say, “No laughing.” I’m sorry.
He thought about it, and he came up with it in a mean manner: “He smiled for you. I’m sorry.
After that, he took several pictures of me.
I’m laughing at him like he’s squirming.
When I looked back, I found myself smiling at every image I could see.
It’s like I’ve always been that 15-year-old beautiful little girl.
I picked the best one, uploaded a dynamic.
I thought my friends were long gone from watching QQ, but it didn’t take long, and my cell phone didn’t stop.
Pick up a look.
It’s a time of twilight.
In just one hour, he’s been here seven times.
Not only that, but he gave me a good example of what I’ve been saying about him for the last two years, as if he reminded me:
See, Ginger, you used to like me so much.
I couldn’t bear to flip.
In the undisturbed groans that are visible to only one person, there is so much sourness in me to say and nobody to say, so many solitudes that are too hot to be heard.
I’ve never been good to me before, and I’ve been so comfortable hypnotizing myself that he just doesn’t like to go to QQQ. He just doesn’t see me.
Now, he just pretends not to know.
The moon was frosted, the lights were too strong, and the nuanced look of the water bubbles under the light fell into the eye, and the memory of the cold wind came up.
I’m valued too.
Pear, can you come here, Royal? He drank too much. _Other Organiser
The news of a promise suddenly appeared on the phone.
A photograph was also attached below, holding the handle on the clock, leaning on the cupboard and talking drunk.
He wasn’t really a alcoholic, but he was rarely drunk when his parents divorced.
I looked at the table, 9:45.
It’s obviously not appropriate for Yung Yi to go to work with me tomorrow.
But if you go by yourself…
It’s not ethical.
For a moment, I picked up my phone and found Yoo Yeon in his address book and pushed him:
I don’t want to go back. _Other Organiser
It’s been a long time since I’ve been making tea and there’s only one social software on my phone.
Title: “When did you end a secret love?” _Other Organiser
When?
It doesn’t seem like a moment.
My dark love is set between the intuitive distance and the inexhaustible motion of the heart, and it is slowly exhausted.
Today at the restaurant, he said he regretted it to me, and he always liked me.
When I saw his red eyelids, I admitted I had a little softness.
And I asked him, “How can you not know that you like me, and I am allergic to bamboo? If you like me, why didn’t you notice that you used to order these because you liked them? I’m sorry.
I read a bit of guilt in the wrong eyes.
“KANG Li, am I really bad? I’m sorry.
He looked up and asked me, “Holding hands without shaking.”
I don’t know how to answer him.
I want to say that it is really bad to trample on the hearts of others and ignore what others pay, but what is wrong with him?
He just doesn’t like me.
If it’s my wish, why should I blame him?
I took a breath, I hesitated, I shut down the visitor’s access to the Zippa and then dropped my phone, and I watched the face of the medicine.
He hasn’t been back to the city in two years, but every few months I get his little stuff.
Sometimes it’s cute little hairpins, sometimes it’s weird postcards.
He doesn’t seem to be here, and he’s been there.
Don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry.
I can see my sight, I can’t see it anymore, I can’t see it.
I leaned on the couch and asked why.
Half of the face of the luminous glow is wrapped in soft light and half is hidden in darkness.
And he looked at me with his lips, and looked at me with his deep eyes, and he said, “Because I don’t want to go.” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
Indeed, except for the one time when I was drunk, I hardly left him overnight.
When I fell asleep, he smiled again and came down and whispered my name:
“Can I stay tonight?”
The sound of the warm breath was close, and the eyes were floating, and I was sure to look at him, and I forgot to shake my head.
10
The result of the ghost’s obsession is the lateness of the next day’s work and the loss of full time this month.
And since that time, Juno has entered the room much faster than I thought.
I asked him if it would be too soon, and he groaned me between his arms and raised his hand a little bit and put his towel on a towel rack:
“Well, I was in no hurry to get dug up. I’m sorry.
Who the hell is this other guy?
I smiled and changed the subject.
On the day of his birthday, I gave him a watch and he said he’d take me up the hill.
…the taste of revenge.
He was politely scolded mmp and went with him.
It’s just that no one thought it would happen, and I just climbed halfway down the hill, and I accidentally tripped.
I’ll go down the hill behind my back.
I was moved to ask him if he was tired and who knew he was going down the hill and suddenly turned his head and said to me:
“If you believe me, I won’t be tired until nightfall. I’m sorry.
I was like, “Aah,” and I didn’t understand what he meant until I got back to the hotel and I felt his body burning through his clothes.
I looked at my ankles, which I still hurt: “Can you do more beasts?” I’m sorry.
Once again, the hair of the golden hair is sanctified on my neck: “But there will be special training at the end of the month, and you will not be seen for long.” I’m sorry.
The low-silent, dumb man echoes in his ear, and my heart is soft, and I compromise.
And that’s how I’m getting more and more full of my life, and there’s always fruit and vegetables in the fridge, and I’ve never had an allergy diet before.
Even the pains that have always come to me on time have been averted from me because of the red sugar and hot water bags.
When I moved, I found out from the corner that he was delivering my little things in z city for two years.
Filled up, took a whole basket.
I asked him why he was able to hold on to hopeless things for so long, after all, 500 kilometres from each other more than when we were in the middle of nowhere.
And he replied, “Can’t we get close to the water tower, and not be patient?” I’m sorry.
Slowly, I think of time less and less.
It is as if he was a flash of light in my life, a flash of light, and a moment of death.
Maybe that’s what some people do, they come into your life just to teach you a lesson.
I just didn’t think there was a final exam in this class.
Pear, city hospital emergency. Come on! _Other Organiser
A few days later, I received word that I had not responded.
Something really happened this time. _Other Organiser
Yon Yuen went to the special training and the operation was not over when I arrived at the hospital alone.
His mother was abroad and his father’s cell phone was not working, and we were the only friends out there.
The red light in the operating room was not extinguished until the beginning of the month, when the balconies were released and transferred to the general ward.
The moment I heard the news, my hands could not stop shaking.
There’s almost no time in this world.
The promise comforted me and found me in a state of shock and offered to go out and buy something to eat.
I nod and followed him to the convenience store.
“Pear, go back to Brother Yuen. He can’t hold on any longer. On the way, he suddenly said to me, “I say this with no other meaning than that I feel too humble.” Do you know the only time I ever saw Brother Liu cry? I’m sorry.
I bowed my head and didn’t answer his words.
“He wants to see your space and find out he’s been hacked. “A man whose head is bleeding without blinking because of this little thing and who is crying in front of me.” I’m sorry.
I can hear you.
And when he said it, it was quite different from what I remember.
I looked far away: “Words, now they mean nothing. I’m sorry.
We all have our own lives, don’t we?
“Pears, at first we thought that you couldn’t have chased him after him because of his character, but after all this time we admired you. “He’s just sick, sick. I’m sorry.
I looked at the little dolphins in the necklace and I couldn’t say anything.
A large amount of memory came to mind.
In college, I didn’t know where I heard Noah’s Ark on May Day, and there was a lyrics:
“Good night, dolphins leap out of Tibet’s roof, and this day will be more beautiful than fantasy. I’m sorry.
I shared this song with Zilong and asked him to visit dolphins with me on his birthday, just for a variety of reasons.
I was shaking my lips: “Is that what caused the accident?” I’m sorry.
The words are silent in the face of the desired answers.
Eleven.
I didn’t go back to the hospital that day, but I went straight home.
When Yung Yi returned from the training camp the following morning, I was sitting on the couch.
He dropped his luggage and saw me first, and then he turned to fear and pain:
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here. We’ll go see him later. I’m sorry.
He was crouching in front of me, holding my hand gently, and he was acting with caution.
I nod my head and get up and wash.
The car was running all the way to the hospital, and I went to the doctor to ask for information.
By the time I got there, the two had a little chat.
And Journey pulled me out of the door and slapped me on my shoulder: “Enter, I will smoke outside.” I’m sorry.
In fact, he never smoked in front of me, but I was upset when he was just worried about twilight.
Turning around and going in, he grabbed my hat and laughed:
“King Li, you’re not going back, are you? I’m sorry.
That was the first time I saw such an uncertain look on his face, and even a few moments of fear in my eyes.
I was just about to open my mouth like I was afraid to hear something disappointing.
“Go inside. I’m sorry.
He stomped my head and went straight out.
Just looking at the back, a few of them, and a few of them.
I don’t know.
In the ward, when I saw myself coming in, I looked very happy, but the eyes fell in the same picture as my phone screen.
I put chicken soup on the table, “Drink while it’s hot.” I’m sorry.
“Did you do it?” I’m sorry.
I actually made him soup three years ago.
When the lovers began to think that it would be better for a man, the most direct way to fill his belly.
But sometimes you’ve worked so hard to get rid of it, and you’ll get a few words:
“KANG Li, don’t do it without cooking. I’m sorry.
I put up paper towels, and I didn’t put my eyes on them: “It was bought by the road.” I’m sorry.
He lost his “Oh” and said nothing. Drink the soup.
I wanted to wait for him to finish his meal, but he was so slow that I had reason to suspect that he was deliberately delaying time.
I licked the dead skin on my lips and ripped a little bit of it out of my teeth:
“The promise was communicated to your mother yesterday. She should be here in the afternoon. I have work to do tomorrow, and I’m not here with Yung Fu. I’m sorry.
His movement was slow, his head was raised, and a bad laugh came out: “Will he not come tomorrow, or will he not come again?” I’m sorry.
I have always believed that those who have loved with their best efforts cannot continue to be friends after separation.
Instead of going back to the past, it would be better to bite your teeth.
I took a breath, ignored the questions in his eyes, took the necklace out of my pocket and put it on the table, and said it in silence and firm:
“never come.” I’m sorry.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy, and I was suffocating, and I picked up the bag and was ready to leave.
And then suddenly, with his eyes red, he grabbed my wrist:
“Don’t like people, okay? I’m sorry.
He’s leaning on his head, he’s stifling, he’s shivering, he’s shivering, he’s shivering.
“King Mai, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have let you like me and trampled on your heart. I’m just so scared that you’re just like my parents, saying you love each other, and then you choose someone else, and I want to make sure over and over again that you love me or not, and how much I love me, so I’m just gonna…
Speaking of which, it’s down to dust.
It’s so alive.
And I went on to say, “Will I be rejected over and over again, and will I leave, and will I be with others, and will I suffer, and will I be pushed to others, and will I be rejected?” I’m sorry.
Psychologically there is a term called “avoidance-type attachment.”
It is said that it is difficult to establish a close relationship with others if one does not receive the right emotional orientation in childhood.
Such a person does not get excited and excited when he likes another person, but is particularly cold and even avoids his anxiety by leaving him alone.
That’s the kind of guy I always knew.
Even when I was young and ignorant, I felt that I could cure him, but it was only later that I found out that I had no such power.
Because the cure for a person is based on the premise that he or she must be more powerful than he or she can be, I am clearly not worthy of it.
I can’t say anything when I say “sorry”… and I repeat it over and over again.
I’d like to ask him if he really likes me, but I’m talking to him and it doesn’t make sense:
“Did you ever think that if you get used to a hot glass of milk every morning and suddenly one day you don’t have it, you’ll be sad. But you don’t really like milk, you just don’t want to lose what you have. I’m sorry.
Like in a song:
“It’s not me you want, it’s a vanity. It’s the pain that makes a man look great. I’m sorry.
And here’s the end of the song:
“If love is only temptation, don’t torture each other. I’m sorry.
Maybe we’ve all been wrong.
“No, it’s not unsatisfied…”
But there’s an answer in his heart.
I wringed my wrist and broke his chains.
And suddenly he looked up like he had the last straw to save his life, and there was a flash of hope:
“Wish to say that you came yesterday on the phone, doesn’t that mean you’re still with me…”
“Not really. I simply interrupted him, without leaving room, “I really don’t love you anymore when I’m in love with you.” I’m sorry.
Even now, even if I can speak my past in peace, the courage of willing to go to war for him will never return to me.
“Take it back!” And his face was white and his arms were churned up like crazy, and he didn’t care about the staves of blood. “Take it back. Don’t do this to me. I’m sorry.
I closed my eyes, I didn’t say a word, and let him bury his head in my neck, leaving a clear and visible vulnerability:
“If you don’t love me, can you save me again? I’m sorry.
Watching his shivering back, my heart strangling.
In the end, I just hit him on the back, “How are we doing?” I’m sorry.
12
“What do you mean by that?” I’m sorry.
When I got home, I grabbed the son of a bitch’s collar.
He didn’t even go outside to smoke.
When he refused, he turned back and saw the man leaning at the door and staring at me for a long time.
I was a little tweaked, but the next thing I knew, I was blind.
He came to me and laughed at me:
“I’ll give you a chance to get better if you’re a man. Don’t keep people worried. I’m sorry.
The more strange I think about it, the more he comes after him, and he doesn’t tell me the truth until he comes in.
“Bie, I made a bet with him. I’m sorry.
I frown: “What’s the bet? I’m sorry.
“A bet you love him or not. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
No wonder he’s been out of shape today. No wonder he asked me that before entering the ward.
“You bastard! I’m sorry.
I never thought about going back after being with him.
It was a long line of waiting after that, but Yon Yung Yi has put me in my arms:
“I know how important it was to you when he came to you that day and asked you why you didn’t break up. You answered because I was right for you, not because you loved me. So when I heard he was in a car accident, I was really afraid you were soft. “But I did it not because I lost, but because I wanted to give you a choice. I told myself, if you choose him, I will bless you. But if you choose me…”
I strangled his waist:
“What about you? I’m sorry.
“Then I won’t let go again. I’m sorry.
I pushed him hard and didn’t accept his words:
“Do you think you’re great? I’m sorry.
Can you just let it go?
“A little great, but not much. “The voice of a humble voice, with a kind of joy for the rest of the life after the robbery, kept me alive, and said, “I’m sorry when I let you in. I think if you say yes to him, I’ll sit on the floor and weep, and see which one of you is first.” I’m sorry.
He almost laughed at me when I thought about the size of 1 metre of golden hair sitting on the floor and crying.
“I was wrong. I was wrong. And he put his face on me, and he held me in his arms, and he shook me, and said, “I was so afraid that you might turn back with a soft heart, so that you could look at him with your eyeballs, and not like him.” I’m sorry.
I punched him in the stomach, but remembering the way he looked in front of the room, I felt guilty again.
People who are so self-confident, because being with me is a problem.
Did you say that I didn’t give him enough security from the start?
I put down my fist and whispered.
“Hmm? * He’s got a low voice, and he’s coming through the air, and he’s confused and frustrated. *
I actually thought about that necklace all night yesterday and asked if I still had time for this.
But every image that comes out of your head is connected to the person before you.
At the age of 5, he was waiting for me to come home at the alley and put a piece of gum in my hand.
At 15, he took off his uniform and helped me block the embarrassing blood on my pants.
At 25, he finally gave me flowers and told me that there was no reason to like someone.
I held his skinny waist in my hand and suddenly my eyes were sour and sour:
“Why didn’t I like you earlier? I’m sorry.
If it were sooner, wouldn’t our lives be less volatile?
I’ve had a long time of silence.
# Half-touch, softly smile #
“KANG Li, the first can was born in 1810, but the can opener was 48 years later. I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
“Sometimes life is like this, something important always comes late. He bowed his head and kissed me on the forehead, “But that doesn’t prevent us from loving each other.” I’m sorry.
Yeah, we still have a lifetime to fall in love.
Tears flashed, the sun floated, my heart moved, and I kissed him in the neck.
The world was in chaos, and when we woke up, the cynics outside the window screamed.
The forecast is that there will be rain this day, and I will look up, but I will see the wind coming back.
I’m on my way.
I can’t believe I’m losing Kang Li.
After all, from the start of blocking that bottle, she became stuck to me with oxen sugar, and couldn’t get rid of it.
I think I’m bothering her, and my girlfriend’s gonna leave her to find someone else because she wants to see when she’s ready.
Yung Jing has warned me more than once to cherish the people before me, saying that I will never meet a girl like her again.
And from his eyes, We saw clearly his love for ginger.
I shrugged my shoulders, and I didn’t think what he said. After all, the eyes of Kang-hee never fell upon him from me.
I’m sure it didn’t take long for Kang to tell me.
I didn’t think she’d always like me, because my parents were like that when they said they loved each other, and a seamless connection to the Yanks, a two-year-old intern.
I warned myself not to be distracted by Chon, but the more I tried to stay away from her, the more I wanted to approach her.
Found out about this, the time Kang-mi brought me lunch.
I don’t know if the sun was too bright that day, or if I was too tired to play the ball, I saw the scar on Kang’s hand.
“King Li, don’t do it without cooking.” I’m sorry.
As soon as I got out of the way, I shuddered.
It’s like something’s broken and something’s growing up.
She’s too warm, like a fireplace. It’s hot, but it’s cold.
And all I did was block a small bottle for him, and she would pull me out of despair.
Slowly, I began to beg her for bottomless love by rejecting her, and from her firm choice again and again, to confirm that she would not leave me like her parents.
In fact, when she saw me at the party, I read a few things in her eyes, but the sensitivity and fragility of the bones made me retreat.
I know how Yon Jing likes Kang Li.
He left for two years without ever forgetting her.
I was anxious to know what the position of Ying Jianli was in the heart of Kang Ying, and I pointed at him:
“What about him?”
I’m waiting, waiting for Kang-mi to reject him and choose me.
I told myself that, as long as Chon-Yi loved me more, I would not hesitate to run to her.
But, unexpectedly, Kang-hee agreed.
I can only comfort myself for seven days.
After seven days, she’ll still be happy to come back to me as before.
As long as I hold her firmly this time, everything will be back on track.
However, she did not return this time.
When I saw her at the door of her house, I admitted that I had a moment of panic because I saw the light that once belonged to her.
I’ve never felt the coldness of my heart.
Then I knew from my word what it was called.
Jealousy.
I’m jealous.
Why can he love a man so fierce and unreserved that I can hide behind a stone with my tail?
I started to do it again, and I tried to find out if she liked me as much as she used to.
But Kang-mi is stubborn. There’s no turning back.
Every night, I can’t help but open her space and try to draw a little warmth from the dynamics that were once invisible.
Over the past few years, I have been invisible.
But when she tanned the marks of another man on my land, she drowned me like a tide.
I turned off my invisibility and put our past in front of her.
I thought she was going to be a little more open, and the result was “You don’t have access.”
That night, I didn’t know what she was thinking, but I know she left me.
Hearts like vines, not fatal, but painful.
Did Kang Li spend the last seven years in this torture?
I’m such a bad guy.
I was madly trying to fix it, trying to fix it, but then I realized I really didn’t deserve to like her.
On the birthday of Yung Yi, I came downstairs with a necklace in my arms.
I saw that necklace when I was passing through the mall this morning. The locket wasn’t so big, but when I first saw it, I thought it must be beautiful.
I waited all night to tell her my heart.
It was not until noon the following day that I saw her and Yung Yung Ying hand in hand to go home.
Through the windows, the three of us were in a long line of sight.
Chon Li was just holding on to her hand.
The two of them were so close and so close that there was no more crack I could fit in.
She chose me, too, once.
I finally understand that sometimes the most sad thing in the world is not “I can’t” but “I could.”
I spent days in a trance.
As if the smile of Chon-hee had become a chronic poison, it had devoured my only soul.
On the day of the accident, I drove 200 kilometers on the 2nd round road.
Then the traffic policeman asked me why I didn’t look at the road, and I said the phone fell off.
I’m the only one who knows it’s not a cell phone, but a necklace that hasn’t been delivered.
I was unconscious to pick it up as if I could pick up the love I missed.
And then there was a rush and the blood turned.
Before the world fell into darkness, I blindly reached out and tried to grab the only light.
“I was wrong. Will you come back?” I’m sorry.
At the end of the light, someone smiled a little and handed his hand over.
And I touched it with tears until I woke up and there was nothing in my hand.
Kang-mi, really don’t want me. Case number: YXA1BLPwyntXDyzK6wUlpla
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
