Jiuxuan Mountain

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That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she replied naughtily: Okay! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been carrying cement at the construction site for a year, and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself, and waited until I was worthy of her. I told her everything. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. I was more concerned about whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track. I could also be regarded as a small contractor, contracting some construction sites, and I was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan. There were only two of us in a dimly lit room. After a long silence, she spoke: 800 yuan. Since you are an acquaintance, I will charge you 500 yuan. I tried my best not to tremble anymore and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then extinguished like a fire, she said, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I still have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and distress on her face. The TV didn't even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump, bump, and shatter in my heart. The last time I saw her, she came to me. She was on the roof, and I looked up at her from downstairs. I just looked at her for a long time, and he left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know... You know... I burst into tears at this time, and immediately continued: I know, I know your heart, and my heart has never changed. I will not dislike you, us. She suddenly shook her head in excitement, interrupted me, and only listened to her weak voice and said: No... I want to... Ask you, when will it be updated! ! !

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