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    Obviously wanted to leave w, obviously wanted to end such a nondescript relationship, but only stayed because of seeing w's weakness, but does w really need me?  I found that as long as my mind was hot, I couldn't control my words.  I began to doubt whether I could really hold on to the promise I made to w that night. If w and I had only maintained such an embarrassing relationship, I would still choose to leave.  Perhaps she had forgotten that promise, too.

    Whenever I quiet down by myself, I like to dwell on these boring questions. I toss and turn on the bed to a certain point, very sleepy, but my eyes just can¡¯t close, I feel my head buzzing, and the roots of my teeth start to hurt  stand up.  I opened the curtains, and the incomplete moon hung in the dark sky, and there were few stars around.  I also thought of the stars in the clear sky that night, and wondered if I could see that sky again in the future.

    The window in my room is very large, and the window is floor-to-ceiling closed. Whenever I can¡¯t sleep at night, I will get up and sit by the window and watch the cars on the road, or occasionally when the weather is good for a day or two, I will look like a  Counting the stars in the sky like a child.  When the eyelids will automatically close, I will jump on the bed and sleep soundly. When I wake up the next day, I will find a puddle of saliva next to the pillow.

    Looking down from the eleventh floor, there is a distance of about 50 meters. There are almost no vehicles on the road. Sometimes I really feel that walking on such a road when I am in a bad mood is also a kind of enjoyment. Maybe  It is because after staying in the noisy city for a long time, all the rhythm and pace of life are set in advance, there is no right to choose, only the right to obey.  Pushed by the torrent of the city, we tend to lose our direction, and occasionally we need a deserted place to think about where we belong and to sort out our messy mood.

    There are some clouds floating in the night sky, covering most of the stars. There are only two faintly glowing stars that seem to twinkle together. I think they may be Yawen and Hu Ling. I don¡¯t know if w has seen it.  To the point where they've been together forever?  I'm probably the only one who would sit on the window sill in the middle of the night and watch the starry sky foolishly.  I think I am more like a woman, indecisive, jealous, and have little confidence in myself.  Thinking about it this way, I seem to have a collection of thousands of shortcomings. If there is a girl who will take the initiative to like me one day in the future, I will send her to some kind of mental institute.  And get a discovery award or something.

    I put my head back out of the window, and I don¡¯t know when I started not to be afraid of heights. When I was a child, as long as I stood at a high place, I would have an urge to jump down. This urge is still there today.  There is a little bit, so every time I pass by the window or take the subway, I always consciously stay away from the window and the platform.

    I don't know what kind of feeling Yawen and Hu Ling felt when they jumped off the stairs?  What if you regret jumping in mid-air?  Thinking of this, I decided that one day I would not choose to jump off a building but into a river when I got stuck. In this way, if I suddenly didn¡¯t want to die and regretted it, I could still swim up by myself.  Besides, jumping off a building can easily cause brain fragmentation and then a rupture of the body. If you are not careful, you will engrave an indelible mark on the hearts of passing children, and it will affect the physical and mental health of the next generation of flowers in the motherland. In this way, not only the environment  In fact, hard-working cleaners have to work for a long time, and it will also have a bad influence on the spiritual and cultural aspects, hindering the pace of developing a harmonious society in the motherland.

    Woke up by the sound of a car horn, I found that I fell asleep on the bed at some point, and the quilt was on me.

    I yawned, and finally came to the conclusion that jumping off a building is a stupid thing that hurts others, so jumping off a building is worse than jumping into a river.

    Grabbing the mosquito lump on his face, he turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

    "Ding Dong¡ª¡ª"

    After a long time, no one came to answer the door. When I was about to ring the doorbell for the second time, the door opened.

    Weiwei's mother held a kitchen knife in her hand when she opened the door, her expression was dull, even distorted, I was startled, and then took two steps back.  It felt as if something had happened.

    Five seconds later, Wei Wei's mother showed an awkward smile, because the smile was fake, so it was fake at first glance, "Xiao Ye? Come in."

    Maybe it was because of the quarrel between husband and wife, I walked in swaggeringly, knocked on the door of Wei Wei's room, but no one answered, knocked on the door again and again, but the door still didn't move at all, I called again unwillingly, "Wei Wei, I'm coming  Already!" But there was still no movement.  It was as if something had fallen from my heart.

    "Xiao Ye, Wei Wei will not be here these two days." Wei Wei's mother came out of their own room, holding some money in her hand, about two thousand, "The money is this month's supplementary tuition fee.??The time is running out, I will call you when the next make-up class is available.  "Then she smiled and bowed to me, "And During this time Thank you for taking care of our family Wei Wei"

    I quickly went up to help, "Where, take people's money to do things for people." That being said, I didn't take the money.  Because I bought my cell phone and clothes from Weiwei.

    When I walked out of Weiwei's house, I glanced at the "criminal" who was sleeping on the sofa, the snoring was loud, and I felt that he was much older than when I came last time.

    The moment I walked out of the door, I suddenly turned around, looked at Wei Wei's mother, and wanted to ask where Wei Wei went?  But he didn't say anything, just said "goodbye" and left.

    "Bang¡ª" My heart trembled when the door closed, and I tugged at the neckline.  I could feel my breathing getting heavier.

    When I walked out of the community, I sent a text message to Wei Wei, "Where did you go?" Then I stared at the screen for two minutes, but the damn delivery report showed that she hadn't received it yet, so I immediately called  , a sister with a pleasant voice told me that the phone you played has been turned off.  I wish I could smash my phone, Wei Wei, where are you?  The uncomfortable feeling intensified, what happened?

    Half a month has passed in a daze, and I haven't been in touch with Weiwei. Calling her phone is always off, and no one answers the phone at home. I want to visit her house, but Weiwei's mother has already said when she will come back again.  The make-up class will notify me, and it will be embarrassing if I rush over like this.  W seems to say that he has been busy with part-time work recently and has not contacted me. The boy Jian also went abroad to play with his parents, so in this half a month, I have only gone out once to go to the hospital to have stitches removed.

    With a salt water popsicle in my mouth, I lay on my side on the boss chair and tapped the keyboard hard. It seems that I have spent the past few days like this, but I am not addicted to online games like most hot-blooded young people. I prefer to write  Some things are similar to novels. I say it is just similar to novels because I think these words are more like my psychological journey. It is more of a record of some of my moods and feelings at the time, but it is expressed in the form of stories.  .  Writing this kind of thing is not for anyone to read, but just to satisfy my own venting and express my emotions in words.  And I also really like indulging in the virtual world created by myself with my imagination. Every time I conceive the plot, I will substitute myself into it, and then I will feel like a thief when I look at my own shadow after writing.  Many times I feel messed up when looking at my own words, but I will continue to write, because what I write is just for myself to read.  There is a sense of accomplishment in writing.

    After turning off the word, I leaned on the back of the chair and closed my eyes. I looked at the phone on the table. It hadn't vibrated for almost half a month. I felt like I was almost forgotten.  Boxes of instant noodles can be seen everywhere in the room. People who have eaten instant noodles for half a month are almost like instant noodles, but they really don¡¯t want to cook or go out to eat by themselves.  Instant noodles are really amazing things. In high school, when I secretly ate instant noodles with my classmates behind the teacher¡¯s back in the dormitory, I would feel that they were very fragrant, and then I would feel terrible when I ate them when I got home.  This proves the saying, the one that is stolen is the one that smells delicious.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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