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Chapter 9 In the dream, smelling her fragrance

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    I know she doesn't belong to me anymore - this is what I should have been sober - why bother tormenting the two parties in pain!  What's the use of making a married woman shed tears for me?  What an apology, what use is it to my pain!  I just realized that it's time for me to wake up, it's time for me to give up this fantasy that will never come true, it's time for me to get out of my mental breakdown, it's time for me to clenched my fists, and my teeth are chattering  .

    "Let's go. I wish you happiness." I wiped away my tears, raised my head, and stood up. I didn't want to look at her again. I fought back my tears and turned around to go home.

    It was night, and the stars didn't close their eyes all night, twinkling in the water all night, and getting wet all night.

    Now I still remember that when I got up, I still smelled the fragrance on her body, it was the same strong fragrance as tuberose!

    That fragrance, and her tears floated together, floating in my dream, floating for many years.  After that, I was really intoxicated in my dream and couldn't turn it into reality.  Tears a little bit, sniffing her fragrance in the dream.

    It's night, and the fragrance of tuberose is strong, but it also confuses people

    The love in youth is like reed roots buried in the ground, which grow one after another year after year, but the most sincere love is still the original root.

    ? Campus, beautiful memory, the flower of love blooms again

    I miss my middle school time the most.  Although it was only bitter at the time, after a long time, like saccharin soaked in water for a long time, the bitter will become extremely sweet.

    It was still dark, but the roosters crowed loudly, one after another, shaking the dawn in the mountain village.

    A beam of light tore through the darkness of the night sky, it was a flashlight, walking on the street with a bicycle.  The streets are originally mountain roads piled up with rocks, usually covered with a thin layer of sand, and when there is a lot of rain, the roads are completely exposed with gravel.  So, as the bicycle moved forward, what followed was the muffled sound of the fully inflated tires rolling over the gravel.  The chain made a rattling sound when it touched the chain case, and there was a hoarse "squeak" sound from the axle.  Because it was extremely dark, the bicycle kept bumping into big rocks, and the bell buzzed, "ke lang ke lang".

    After a while, the sound stopped, as if it had gone away.  "Bang bang bang" there was a blunt sound of knocking on the door, who was knocking on the door of someone else's house.

    "Xiaoting, Xiaoting" a child shouted sharply.  "Who is it?" As soon as the lights in the main house came on, a blunt female voice responded with confidence.

    "Me." The child agreed very simply.

    The light in the room was dim, coming out of the window, before being swallowed up by the darkness within a short distance.

    "Xiaoting, school starts today, let's go quickly." The child's voice became sharper, as if he jumped up and said, because he heard a sound of kicking feet, which could only be made with his heels.

    Another rustling sound was heard in the room. After a long while, the door opened, and a man came out slowly from the room, picking out the key with a clatter in his hand to open the door.

    The door opened, only to see the face of the child who called the door, with thin eyebrows, small eyes, a flat nose that climbed down, and thick lips.

    "Xiao Fei, Xiao Ting is getting up now, you got up really early." The woman spoke first.

    "Sister-in-law, tell Xiaoting to hurry up, it's a long way to go."

    "Okay, okay, I'll tell her to hurry up." As she spoke, she turned and walked into the house, yelling non-stop.

    I and a few older partners were also waiting for someone by the roadside.  They all sit on the car seat, hold the handlebar with both hands, step on the pedal with one foot, and put the other foot on the wall, or on the stone pile, or on the tree, to maintain balance and support their bodies.  Extremely bored, talking.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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