You’re a rich woman.
12
“I’m not leaving you. I’m sorry.
I’m serious and I’m telling the truth.
For a long time after Kiyoko left, I always dreamed of him.
Dreaming of me and him standing in a snowy weather in the south, I reached out to catch the snowflake that landed and watched it melt in my hand. Kiriko is afraid of cold, his cheeks are white and his fingertips are red.
I lost a little snow on him, and he was prepared to defend himself, but he was only laughing at me and suddenly disappeared like a smoke.
And I realized that Ki-yan was more important to me than I thought.
But I didn’t really get to him anymore, and I finally went to college, I went to a new environment and I met more and more people.
And when time was dusty, I couldn’t reach him, I couldn’t feel his existence, and I forgot him. It was something more common than ever.
And Diyan became a distant dream, sealed in dust.
Sometimes I think about it, and it’s still very dull.
Why did he just snap out of my life? Is he well? Do I ever see him again?
Once upon a time, the answer to these questions was unknown to me.
Until I received a telephone call from Kiriko saying that he had returned to Shanghai and was breathing the same air as me. Maybe the wet wind I felt in the morning came to him in the afternoon.
It’s a very wonderful feeling, like the rain in Shanghai in June, which is so fine and so delicate, that it fills me in a little bit of the empty waste inside of me, but it creates other emotions.
– I’m scared.
Yeah, I’m scared.
I was afraid to meet him, because now it is as if he had jumped to another world, and I was still crawling in the mud of red dust, and had no way out.
Always standing in front of him is a lowly and self-excusable feeling.
But it’s not Kiriko’s fault.
So I hate myself even more.
Kiyoko was not a fool, and he probably saw that I was not natural in front of him, but the sense of alienation of time and distance was not eliminated overnight.
And when I thought he was as helpless as I was, he locked me up in his house.
By this simple, almost absurd means, the intangible divide is broken, and the backsliding of your memory is gathered at this moment through time.
I told myself, this time, I won’t lose Kiyyan again.
I asked him the question, “Why did you leave the country? I’m sorry.
And he dazzled, and fell down his eyelashes, and suddenly the light was darkened.
But it was only a moment, and soon he started to laugh, “You knew that you were going out to heal.” I’m sorry.
Kiriko is lying.
We spent too long with him in the morning and evening to know that when he lied, he fell down on his head, as if he were blocking the mood of a roll.
I was thinking about what Li-yan said before he left.
“The fish are trapped in the water, or they will die.” This time, I lost. But I don’t want to die. I want to see you again. I’m sorry.
Intuition tells me that the truth is far more complex than the part that surfaces today.
But Kiyoko didn’t want to say, and I didn’t intend to force him.
Two bottles of anti-inflammatory medicine were soon lost, and I drove him home, and I followed the doctor’s orders and ordered him to take it.
The gauze on his hands took two days to change the medicine, during which the wounds could not touch the water.
And he smiled, and said, “Do not listen to him, it is not so serious.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him and said, “It’s inflammation, it’s contagious, it’s scarring.” I’m sorry.
“.. . . . . . . . . . I’m sorry.
“Don’t listen to the doctor, I’ll beat you up. I’m sorry.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
I doubt that Ki-yan may be a little shiver, even though he was threatened by me, but his eyes are full of laughter.
When he smiles, he is a cold beauty, a little timid, but he smiles with a little bit of glamour in his eyes, and suddenly he becomes alive and radiant.
Ooh, I love beauty, I even a little morbid.
In the evening, Kiyoko’s assistant and driver packed my things.
I’ve got so few things in comparison to Kiyoko’s huge flat, and I put one piece of clothes in the closet, and I can’t believe I have just one quarter of that big closet.
The bells and the pull ropes were placed at the corner of the open space in the living room and the tripod and computer were placed on the desk.
The camera has been broken by Kiriko, and I’ve only saved the next memory card.
“I’ll buy you a camera.” I’m sorry.
The sound was full of apologies.
“No need. “You bought me a bracelet, it’ll buy two cameras.” I’m sorry.
“This is a gift, it’s compensation, it’s different.” I’m sorry.
“can…”
“Ooh, this is all small money. “If you don’t want to, use the camera as a gift.” I’m sorry.
Okay.
Buying a few thousand-dollar camera is no big deal for Ki-yan.
The next day, Kiriko came back from the company and brought me back a brand-new Hassou H6D-400C MS with a full-length focus.
He said, “It would not be appropriate for me to find someone from the department of photography. I’m sorry.
I was careful to pick up the camera. I didn’t want to try, I just wanted to give it up.
That’s it. I’m living as if I’m being held by the gold lord. During the day, Kiyoko went to work at the company, and I lay at home and ate snacks and fell asleep, feeling too much to eat, and I climbed up and lifted iron.
Of course, Kiriko didn’t really lock me up in bed, nor did he confiscate my phone.
I forgot to quit and no one kicked me, and I watched them in there every day to discuss the project’s progress, and one day someone pulled it in.
I’ve been staring at his head for half an hour, and I haven’t decided if I want to add his best friend.
Kiyoko told me to stay away from the White Vision and told me that I should listen to him on this matter.
But I’ve been trying to find out what happened that year, and I’ve been looking for a few of my familiar high school classmates, and I’ve been looking for them, and they’re more confused than I am. Didn’t Kiriko go out because he had so much money? I’m sorry.
I’m:
The former class leader Zing Wing sent a face bag and then said:
“Come on, Yuen, the flower of the Highlands, looking at the gentleness of the land, no one can actually reach him. The only person in my class who’s having fun with him is you. You don’t know. How do we know? I’m sorry.
“I remember a winter when Kiyoko came to you for lunch one day. I’m sorry.
“Do you remember this? I’ve seen it before. Don’t you like Kiyoko? I’m sorry.
“Bullshit. I’m sorry.
I’m holding the trigger, and the old face is red, and I’m thinking about ginger and my eyes are dim.
“Sister, Kiriko invited me to dinner to learn how to knit a scarf? And the scarf he knitted wasn’t around your neck the second week? What the hell is this?
And I dazzled, and the memory of eight or nine years ago suddenly broke the veil of time and appeared before me with clarity.
That year, it suddenly became particularly popular in schools, where the simplest knitting was gone, and the sharpest was the hairy line.
But I have a very clumsy pair of hands, which are always poorly knitted and depressed for days.
As a result, Kiriko came to me in the second week with a soft scarf of goose and yellow, with a light orange fragrance on it.
He told me the scarf was a Christmas present for me.
I spent half a day thinking about it, and Kiriko didn’t want anything. I just took the scarf that I made.
Looking back on my memory, I found a few more messages coming from my former basketball team brother.
“I heard that Kiriko returned home and opened a company in Shanghai. I’m sorry.
“Put Kiyyan in the crowd. I’m sorry.
I turned up, and there were people in the crowd who were talking about him.
I thought about it and I sent him a message, “Are you busy now?” I’m sorry.
“Not too busy. I’m sorry.
“Oh, my old high school classmate, let me drag you into the group, will you? I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
Ki-yan’s words were simple, and I pulled them into the crowd the next second. After a few seconds of silence, the news that it had been kept coming up was followed by more intense discussions.
“Shit, lover! I’m sorry.
You better explain what’s going on with you and Kiriko! I’m sorry.
It’s only now that I’m feeling it.
And the head of Kiyoko was a plain white, and its nickname was two words, Kiyyan, and my head was like Samoye, who was only dazzled, and called it the “Girls”.
Two days ago, I was at home, and I saw a sister of a college student in a friends’ circle painting a picture of her father’s illness for medical expenses, and I happen to like it, so I’m going to make an appointment.
And thinking that I was living in Kiyoko’s house and eating his soft meal, he asked him for a photo and asked the sister to draw him a picture.
It seems to have been a pleasure to receive the portrait, not only to change it immediately, but also to reimburse me for it.
“No, it wasn’t much.” I’m sorry.
The message was sent half a minute ago and a message was sent to remind you that the bank card with the tail number xxx has been paid $100,000, balance 103,200…
I said! I’m sorry.
I intercepted a map and sent a message to Kiyyan: “? I’m sorry.
He came back to me and said, “Well, this month’s salary, you’re going to spend it slow enough to find me again. I’m sorry.
It can’t be enough!
Besides, what kind of salary is this?
And I set my mind and made my sincere opinion with Kiyyan: “It’s like you’ve taken care of me. I’m sorry.
Kiyoko seemed a little busy and returned to me after a while: “If you want to think so, you can.” I’m sorry.
I’m crying.
Is that what it feels like to have a soft meal? So happy.
I guess my stomach isn’t very good, but I should eat something soft.
“This is the image of the same painter…”
Kiriko: Yes. I’m sorry.
“Ooh!”
I feel like I’m getting darker, and I’m turning things around, and I’m suddenly popping out a friend’s application.
I’ll light it.
I’m going to send you a friend’s application through a group chat on Project Scrunchbo II.
13
I just passed the application of a friend of White Horizon, and he immediately sent a message: “It looks like I’ve underestimated you, and you’re really smart.” I’m sorry.
I was wondering if this guy was really in love with Kiriko, or why would he think so much about me?
“Mr. White, I’m mistaken. You’re so skilled in yin and yang. I’m sorry.
I’m probably pissed off about White Sky and I’m not gonna get back to the news for a while: “I don’t want to talk to you about this. Are you with Kiyoko? I’m sorry.
“Does it concern you?”
“How is it okay? I’m friends with Kiyoko, okay? I’m sorry.
“If he’s a real friend, you must know why he left the country. “If you can say it, I’ll tell you if I’m with him.” I’m sorry.
“Do I need to prove my relationship with you?” If you really want to know, just ask him. And I don’t care if you’re not together, and one day Kiriko will know who you are. I’m sorry.
And then whatever I sent, he didn’t reply, but he didn’t delete my friend.
I went to his friend’s circle and I looked at him.
I mocked him to the best of my ability in the circle of friends and went back and found out he had deleted me.
I told him about Kiyoko when he came back at night, and about my best friend, but of course I asked him a question about him, only about me and his network, and asked him sincerely, “What’s wrong with him?” I didn’t offend him, did I? I’m sorry.
Kiriko was silent for a while, whispering, “The white sky has a cousin.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, I know. – His cousin likes you, so he doesn’t like me, does he? I’m sorry.
And he turned his eyes, and suddenly he approached me with some danger, and brought from him some kind of cold fragrance.
And We retreated from Our consciousness, but behind them was a bed, so We fell down on it, and it was more convenient for him to approach.
“The cousin of White Sky likes me, and he looks at you. He said with a very, very low voice, that the heat was snorting at my nostrils. I’m sorry.
There was a shallow smile under the sound.
And he is near to me, and the beautiful eyes are always wet, and the water of the mountains is as cold and clear. The shadow of the chandelier was in his eyes, like a little fish.
And now I’m in it, like a fish in a pool I can’t get out of.
I looked at Kiriko’s eyes, and I was like, “Did you make fun of me? I’m sorry.
As the light swayed, the incoherent atmosphere faded away, and Kiriko’s lips smug and turned back to his bedside, and he said, “You look so good. I’m sorry.
He must be exaggerating me, definitely.
In high school students, discussions and speculations about me and Kiyoko, after a delay in the appearance of the client, have become less and less talkative.
I was too busy to talk, and now I know that many of my classmates are already on their way to getting married.
Especially when I was at my table for a while. I remember her being small and thin, and I can’t believe she had a second baby this year.
Me and Ki-yan said, “The years are hard to forgive.” I’m sorry.
The voice went off, and the phone shook twice, and I opened it, and I found me on the micro-letter, sneaking around.
“You’ve spoken to Kiyoko, right? “You’re asking us about what happened in high school and now you’re wondering if Ki-yan is cheating on our high school classmate?” I’m sorry.
I’m:
I hear Ding Wing is writing novels now, and it’s big enough.
I was conscious to deny it, but I thought about Ginger’s finger on the keyboard, or did he type it out: “Do you remember the art in the next class? I’m sorry.
As a result, the euphemism suddenly disappeared.
I gave her more than 20 facebags, and then I called her back, and then I backed my back.
“All right, you say it. I’m sorry.
Ding Wing finally made up his mind: “When I was in high school, I thought that if the most likely person to talk to Ki-yan in school was you, he would be Kang Myung. I’m sorry.
“One time, I left school on Friday afternoon, and I went halfway to school to pick up my stuff, and I saw Ki-yan and Kang-mei walking outside the school door. It’s not very intimate, but Ki-yan’s back, with a ginger-ming board. Two people didn’t talk, but the scene was very harmonious. I’m sorry.
I suddenly feel like my chest is short.
Kang Myung is always a memory I can’t ignore.
She’s beautiful, beautiful, romantic, artistic, as if all the good words in the world could describe her. I also heard that Kang Myung went to Qinghua.
No matter what, I can’t match her.
Ding Wing comforted me by saying, “It’s okay. After all, the past is behind us. Didn’t Kiriko and Kang Myung have anything to do with him before he went abroad?” And I’ve heard that Kang Myung opened a gallery in Shanghai, and probably later lost contact with Ki-yan.”
I took a look around, and Kiyoko was checking out the jewel designs sent by the designer below.
I heard two days ago that next season’s new edition was coming up, that the company was busy and that he often worked late.
The jewelry company’s gallery, it sounds right.
I’m dying.
After two days of depression, Ljussa suddenly contacted me: “I found a delicious seafood self-help, fresh crabs and leather shrimp, not expensive. You don’t work late, let’s eat together I’m sorry.
I’m finally in a state of mind: “Anytime.” I’m sorry.
Ljusha: ? I’m sorry.
I said, “I quit!” I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God, you’re so brave! “When did you quit?” Have you separated already? Have you found your place?”
“I didn’t find it, I’m staying with a friend.” I’m sorry.
Ljushar was so happy: “It’s okay, then call your friends. This Saturday afternoon. I’m sorry.
Ki-yan came back, and I told him about Ljusha’s invitation.
He looked at me first and said, “You seem to be in a bad mood these days. I’m sorry.
And then he said, “Is this your friend? I’m sorry.
“My best friend in college!” I’ve been so helpful before! I’m sorry.
“Well, tell her I’ll take her to dinner.” I’m sorry.
At the appointed time, I entered the restaurant gate with Kiyyan, and I saw the Ljusha sitting at the door.
She used to play her cell phone with her head down and looked at me and looked round her eyes.
“Oh, my God, you lied to me! Where is this friend? Where did you find a handsome man to be your boyfriend? I’m sorry.
14
I looked around.
Kiyoko’s lips are stunned and his eyes are full of smiles, and he seems to be satisfied with his response.
“Stop, sister, this is my friend! That’s what I told you about Kiyoko, the one I grew up with six months ago.
Lewshar realized: “I see. It’s been so long since I’ve been a child. I’m sorry.
We said, “…don’t read novels. I’m sorry.
We found a seat to sit down, Ljusha sat across from me, Kiyoko sat next to me.
Ljushar is right, the crabs and leather shrimps are very fresh here, but the other shellfish are very common, and the roasted fish are much less stingy. I’m afraid he’s not used to eating, and I look at him.
He immediately put a shaving piece of fish in my bowl.
The Luyusha on the other side immediately made a profound sound.
I coughed and said, “What’s going on with your company? I’m sorry.
For the animals, the best thing to do is to work.
“Don’t mention it. I wrote a book yesterday, I worked late at 10 p.m., and the editor-in-chief called me back in 30 seconds, and I don’t think she’d really read it. Come on, sister. I picked up all the news in the last month. I’m sorry.
She said, “I’m so envious that I want to resign.” I’m sorry.
Ljushar’s salary is higher than mine and she’s had a lot of savings over the past three years.
Thinking about it, I suggested, “Why don’t you quit and take a break and do it again?” I’m sorry.
“Let’s forget it. It’s hard for me to stand on my feet in the company, and it’s time for me to quit. I’m guessing the editor-in-chief is trying to crush me this month because I did more than she did last month. As long as she doesn’t take my salary, less money. I can’t afford to sit in the mountains. I’m sorry.
Too real.
I wouldn’t have quit if I hadn’t been locked up in his house.
When it comes to work, Ljussa completely opened the box: “Do you remember the life-threatening sister I told you about? So you’re looking for material to save people in a flood. I’m sorry.
“Remember. I’m sorry.
“She killed herself two days ago! Fortunately, the family had found it in time to be rescued and returned to the hospital, but the company had paid compensation for several months and dismissed her because of the after-effects, which required several months of rest and recuperation. I’m sorry.
I said, “To commit suicide? Why?”
But then Lyuxia’s eyes came up with a slight sadness: “She just gave birth to a child, and her husband’s three-year-old came to provoke.” She’s probably pregnant, she can’t stand it, she jumps. I’m sorry.
And the sound of bang, behold, Kiyoko, who was close to me, suddenly fell off the glass of his hand, and the glass fell on the ground, and made a clear sound.
And We turned our heads, and we saw him as white as a face, and began to gush out his eyes.
Yoo Ha opened his mouth and was about to ask questions, and I stopped by gesture.
I suddenly remembered that Kiyoko’s mother was like this.
I stretched out my hand, held his cold hand, whispered, “Are you all right? I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and his eyes fell into my eyes, and my heart was strangling.
I’ve known him since I was young, and I feel like I can feel him in a special way, so I look into his eyes and it’s full of comfort.
It’s a low voice. I’m sorry.
I was afraid that his emotional effects would lead to a recurrence, so I softly appeased him: “Don’t be afraid, it’s not my childhood, I’ve been there all my life. Don’t be afraid, I’m in danger.” I’m sorry.
He finally lost his eyes and recovered a bit of blood on his lips.
Ljusha called the waiter, cleaned up the fragments and drinks on the ground, and when the bill was settled, I paid for the cup.
I never brought this up in front of Kiriko again, but in my heart, the consequences were linked together, and one result came out:
Maybe it’s not that simple.
It’s only simple to know that her husband has a lover outside, and she’ll never be born without her.
Unless, and unless, like her colleagues in Ljushar, someone comes in and provokes her emotions over and over again, she finally ceases to be able to self-resort herself from despair and finally jumps out of the window and ends her life.
I think it’s very likely that when I was a kid, I saw Kiyyan’s sister’s mean green tea.
So, Kiyoko knew about this?
If he knew about it in high school, would the reason he left the country suddenly have anything to do with it?
I was surprised by my own sudden inference, but think about it and think it’s not impossible.
But I’m afraid to get to Ki-yan, and I can’t ask him personally, and the possibility of knowing the truth is clear to me that it is impossible to get any answers from him.
I thought about right and thought of someone, the high school teacher.
As a teacher, he should have at least some idea of why Kiyyan left the country.
I found Ting Wing again.
She is very busy and is said to have been strung up by the reminder and to have written at least 10,000 words a day.
I sent a message to you, and Tsing Wing will reply in two hours: “You are busy, are you not going to work?” I’m sorry.
I said honestly, “No, indeed, I resigned two weeks ago. I’m sorry.
Ding Wing: ? I’m sorry.
I’ll be brief, just to get right to the point: “Do you have a phone number for Mr. Ye? I wanted to ask him something. I’m sorry.
Ding Wing threw me a string of numbers and told me to stop looking for her for three days, and she was afraid she would be hunted down by the editor if she didn’t.
I’ve made up my mind, and I’ve got a call from Mr. Ye.
“Hello, hello, who is this? I’m sorry.
“Mr. Ip, I’m a student with you eight years ago. “To strengthen his memory, let him remember who I am as soon as possible, I have a few key points, “Do you remember me, teacher? I was the one who went over the wall and was suspended from school and sang the mountain song at the festival, and then put the ghost film in the classroom projector and was caught by the headmaster.”
Mr. Ip realized, “Oh, my God! I’m sorry.
Looks like my name’s a lot like mine.
After a while, I finally said my true purpose: “Mr. Yip, do you remember Kiyan of our class? It’s the boy who dropped out of the country a few months before he got a high examination. I’m sorry.
Mr. Yip was silent for seconds.
And then he said, “Well, why don’t you just tell me about your little boyfriend? Of course I remember. I’m sorry.
I almost fainted.
I’d like to clarify my relationship with him, but it’s good that I remember the point of the day in time: “Sensei, I wanted to ask you, do you remember why he left the country? I’m sorry.
As if it was as long as a century, just as I was holding my breath because I was nervous, Mr. Ip finally said, “Of course I remember this.” As long as he stayed in the country and played his part, he would be fine. But his uncle insisted on taking him out of school, and I think it’s a shame to ask him two more questions. I’m sorry.
“It seems as if there was a conflict between him and his parents, where his father was taking him, and his uncle refused, so he dropped out of school and sent him directly abroad, where his father could not control. I’m sorry.
It’s like somebody shot me in the head, and the big bangs were ringing in my ears.
Cell phones slipped from their hands and fell on soft beds.
Where are you sending him?
The truth seems to be near to me, to the point where there is only a thin fog.
I can’t believe I’m too cowardly to open it, but I feel like I’ve been crucified into a long ice nail, cold and painful.
The severe pain forced me to hold my fist tight and to bow down: I’m sorry.
