After the divorce, I was so distraught that I moved out of my previous residence and lived in a small house, getting drunk every night to numb the pain in my heart. After returning drunk, he happened to meet the handsome neighbor next door. He had an unknown sad childhood and an unspeakable emotional failure experience. The successive deaths of his parents cast a shadow on his already melancholy and handsome face. We are two lonely people, and our hearts are gradually getting closer. He sees me as a buddy, and I see him as a best friend. The failure of my first marriage made me unwilling to enter the city again, but he longed for a family...
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