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She had just come out of prison. In 2008, she was in a bar. Someone at the opposite table whistled at her and invited her to drink with her. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed her. This stab lasted ten years. I remember that when I went in, there were people all over the street. It's about praying to Buddha, it's cold on a lonely sandbank, etc. It's been ten years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me that she was getting married. I didn't tell her about commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past ten years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. , My heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy, and I was also very happy. It's time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was that 10 years ago, there were familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar ones. Man, I woke up crying in my dream. The past can't be taken back. What's left now is just nostalgia. I'm 32 years old and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone. I don't know how to take the road ahead. The night before her wedding, I secretly came downstairs to her house. I saw the words "Happy" on the window at the door and the lights in the house were on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I squatted downstairs and smoked cigarettes one after another. Soon it was daybreak, and there was the sound of car horns and firecrackers in the distance. I knew that the wedding car was coming to pick her up. She was going to be someone else's bride today. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car. The firecrackers went off and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy. Suddenly my phone rang. It was a text message from her. Don't send it. I will be yours in the next life, okay? Forget me, I cried heartbreakingly that day. Not long after, her best friend told me that she saw me squatting downstairs and smoking non-stop that day. She also cried all night and stayed up all night. I have no regrets anymore. Whether I succeed or fail, everything will be in vain when I turn around. Life or death, life only lasts a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with one result. You can see this so congratulations! You were successfully deceived by me! The only thing I want to do now is to find a charger to charge my phone. The phone is out of power and I can't continue programming.

I feel that The Wind Rises is good and suitable for the protagonist. For the heroine... Well, I don't know who the heroine is. Anyway, if you want to sing for the female character, it would be good to be as flammable and explosive as mentioned in this chapter.

Come on, the author please update quickly

Playlist The author is looking for a song, how about making some songs?

I worked part-time in a restaurant, and while serving food, I saw an old man chatting up an old lady of the same age. The old lady answered him: "Then who do I look like?" The old man said, "My wife." Damn it, you are so immodest and so vulgar. The old lady was also angry and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I have a wife." After saying that, he stood up and left. The old man was determined to stop the old lady and said, "Don't leave yet. Listen to me tell a story. It's a story from our era." Out of curiosity, the old lady sat down. The old man said, I have a childhood friend named Zhuzi, who was only 15 years old at the time. There was little to eat in those days, so Zhu Zhu shot a pigeon with a slingshot and took it back to make soup. As a result, Liu Xiaomei from the next village came over in a panic. Something must have happened at home. Zhu Zhu said, sister, don't be anxious, just drink some soup first. Liu Xiaomei took a sip of soup and finally calmed down. Then she said, have you seen my pigeons? Zhuzi was trembling with fright and did not dare to tell her the truth. He comforted her and said, "Don't be sad. The pigeon must have lost its way and will come back in a few days." The next day, Liu Xiaomei came again and suddenly saw a white thing flying in the sky. The little girl said in surprise, ah, my pigeon! Zhuzhu said, those are my white underpants, which were blown away by the wind. The younger sister sighed and her eyes dimmed. Seeing his little sister like this, Zhuzi felt even more guilty, so he burned a potato for her. Every day after that, the little sister would come to find her pigeons. Zhuzi would make some food to appease her every time, and the little sister would be very satisfied with the food every time. Zhuzi began to look forward to cooking for his little sister. He fell in love with her, and he felt even more guilty. One day, as soon as the little girl entered the door, she saw Zhu Zhu standing in the yard waiting for her. Zhuzi shouted excitedly, "Little sister, your pigeon has flown back!" Before the younger sister could reply, Zhuzi took out a gray pigeon from behind. The little sister said, my pigeons are white. Zhuzi said, the sun is so poisonous these days, your white dove must have been tanned. The little girl yelled, "You think I'm stupid!" Zhuzhu had no choice but to admit that the pigeon was eaten by him and he was willing to compensate her. The little sister said, then you will cook for me for the rest of your life. So, they started to have sex. After a few years of marriage, Zhuzi realized that his younger sister had been lying to him. The pigeon was originally intended to be eaten by the little girl, but before she could kill it, it flew away. When the little sister drank the bowl of soup, she knew it was her own pigeon, but Zhuzi's cooking skills were so good - later she pretended to look for pigeons every day, but in fact she ate and drank, and ended up falling in love with Zhuzi. She pretended to be waiting for Pigeon, but actually she was waiting for Zhuzi to be attracted to her. She waited. The old man looked at the old lady and asked, how about my story? The old lady said, which made me greedy. The old man smiled and said, let me tell you another story. 50 Years ago, I had a coworker named Xiao Gao. He is the best technician in the factory. His girlfriend's name is Fangfang. There are five golden flowers in our factory, and Fangfang is the sixth one. Xiao Gao is in the second workshop and Fangfang is in the third workshop. They have a very good relationship, and it's hard not to see each other for even a minute. For them, being separated by a workshop feels like a long-distance relationship. Xiaogao made up his mind to become the workshop director, so that he could freely shuttle between the two workshops and see Fangfang every moment. So Xiao Gao started working hard to make progress. After many days and nights, the organization finally saw his efforts and sent him to the northwest to support construction. It's over now, they really have a long-distance relationship. When leaving, Xiao Gao asked Fangfang to wait for him for two years, and then they would get married. As a result, when Xiao Gao arrived in the northwest, he was taken into the desert by the organization and joined a confidential project before entering the staff dormitory, and he was cut off from the outside world. I've been there for four years. Four years later, when Xiao Gao returned to the staff dormitory, he saw letters piled on the bed, all from Fangfang. The first letter, "Comrade Xiao Gao, I miss you very much..." Letter 19, "Comrade Xiao Gao, I found a food stall on Jiefang Road. The food is very delicious. When you come back, we will eat together..." The 38th letter, "Comrade Xiao Gao, why haven't you replied? Have you developed a fighting friendship with other female comrades? I also want to develop a relationship with Xiao Li in the next workshop..." Letter 39: "Comrade Xiao Gao, the last letter I sent was out of emotion and I lied to you. I have not had any contact with Comrade Xiao Li." Xiao Gao opened the letters one after another, crying and laughing. He took out the last letter: "Comrade Xiao Gao, my mother introduced me to a partner. If you don't come back before the National Day this year, I will have to marry him..." National Day? Xiao Gao was covered in a cold sweat. It was mid-October and two weeks had passed since the National Day. He immediately went to catch the train. He was so anxious that it took him two days to get back to his hometown. He rushed directly to Fangfang's house, but she was not there. Yes, she is married. He went to the food stall Fangfang mentioned in despair. He ordered a bowl of noodles and started crying while eating. At this time, a familiar figure appeared in front of him. It was Fangfang, she was looking at him with a smile. Later, Xiao Gao found out that Fangfang would come here to wait for him every day. On National Day, Xiao Gao did not show up again. Fangfang swore that she would never come here again. In the end she came anyway. When there was only a wall between them, she couldn't survive a minute. When there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them, she survived four years. She kept waiting for him to come back. She waited. After the old man finished telling the story, the old lady nodded and said, What a good story, are there any more? The old man continued, let me tell you a story about an old couple. The man's name is Lao Wu... Lao Wu and his wife have been married for 40 years. To celebrate their wedding anniversary, their son signed up a tour group for them to go to the United States. Lao Wu was very excited and practiced English every day. His wife dismissed him. After practicing for two weeks, he only learned three sentences. When they arrived in the United States, the tour guide took them to Times Square for free activities. Lao Wu was very excited. When he saw foreigners, he waved and kept saying, hello! Hello! Hello to you all! This is the first English sentence Lao Wu learned. They looked and walked all the way, and Lao Wu asked everything he saw, "How much is this?" How much is that? This is the second English sentence Lao Wu has learned. Lao Wu was showing off his English all the way. As he walked, he found that his wife was missing. He was frightened. He looked everywhere. In the crowded Times Square, a thin old Asian man was running around among the tall foreigners, shouting in an unfamiliar language, which seemed particularly abrupt. He traveled everywhere they went. From theaters to squares, from squares to shopping malls. When he heard an argument in a shopping mall, he looked forward and saw that it was his wife. My wife was stuck in the shopping mall, clinging to a pillar and not letting go. There were several tall security guards standing next to her, trying to pull her away. Lao Wu rushed up and stood in front of his wife. He was very thin but very strong. My wife held Lao Wu's arm tightly and said excitedly, Lao Wu! Lao Wu! Lao Wu yelled at the security guard, "Don't touch her!" My wife! My wife! This is the third English sentence Lao Wu has learned. It turned out that after the old lady got lost, she stood there until the mall closed. When security came to clear the area, she still clung to the pillar and refused to leave. Old Wu was worried and angry, why are you standing here stupidly? The old lady said, I don't know the road. I will just stand there waiting for you, I know you will find me. She has been standing there. This is the stupidest waiting and the most persistent trust. She waited. After listening to the story, the old lady was satisfied, so she said goodbye to the old man and went home. I chatted with the old man, and then I realized that the old man was telling a story about him and the old lady. The pillar in the story is him, Xiao Gao is him, and Lao Wu is also him. The old lady who just left was named Liu Fangfang. Liu Xiaomei is her, Fangfang is her, and my wife is her. She is his wife. They met in the countryside when they were more than 10 years old. When they were in their 20s, they entered a factory together. Later, they got married and made an appointment to hold hands for the rest of their lives. However, the old lady broke the appointment. Three years ago, the old lady suffered from Alzheimer's disease, and now she doesn't recognize anyone. The husband she always talks about sits in front of her every day, but she can no longer recognize her. The old lady comes to this restaurant every day, and the old man comes here every day to tell her stories and what happened between them in the past, hoping that one day the old lady will think of him. I asked cautiously, just in case she never remembered. The old man said that in the first half of my life, she was waiting for me, and in the second half of my life, it was me who was waiting for her. He didn't know how long he would have to wait, but he would wait. "You look like one." This sentence was actually what the old lady had said to him before. On the day of their reunion, he was eating noodles at a stall and crying while eating. Suddenly a familiar voice came out. "You look like one." Xiao Gao raised his head and found that it was Fangfang. Xiao Gao cried even harder and said, "Who do you look like?" Fangfang said, my husband. Xiao Gao was stunned, and Fangfang continued, I have asked the organization for permission, and the organization agreed to our marriage. You will go with me to go through the formalities tomorrow, and you are not allowed to run away again. "You look like one." I originally thought this was the most clichéd way of picking up a conversation, but I didn't expect it to be the most affectionate confession.

I don't know why I felt a little uncomfortable when I saw Yuan Jiayu written by the author. She was always following me...[Emot=default,16/]

I think we can add running! Brother. And Hua Qiangu! 😁

The writing is okay, and so is the plot. So try to put the author. Come on💪

Updates are too slow. I have already decided. I have finished writing a plot and I am reading it. I am looking forward to the plot in We Are in Love. I am short of books and I have to look for other books first.

There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. Duck blood vermicelli soup. People are thinner than yellow flowers, I still remember the braised pork. I asked you whether the return date has been announced. Braised Eggplant and Chicken in Oil. Autumn is high, picking mulberries and chrysanthemums on the east fence, I still remember the pot of boiled fish. A pear blossom presses the begonia, Dried green pepper and stir-fried fat sausage. Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, Fish-flavored shredded pork with chicken legs. It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. A big plate of steamed crabs. I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, Today we eat dumplings. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, There is no fattened beef in the self-service hot pot. If the sky has feelings, the sky will also grow old. Beef and sheep kidneys are roasted over fire. If life were just like the first time we met, Lao Tan Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles. Let's enjoy a glass of wine before death, Are there any sesame glutinous rice balls? I urge God to cheer up again, Pancake fruit with chicken fillet. My old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Traveling thousands of miles to buy duck heads. The edge of a sword is sharpened by itself, Spicy comes from being hot. I don't know the true face of sweet potato, Just because it's in the oven.