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Chapter Two One (7)

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    I slowly soaked myself in the bathtub. It had been a long time since I had the feeling of submerging my whole body with water.

    Jian and Shen Ying went to Putuo Mountain. It seems that the newlyweds are indeed in good spirits.  And I am alone.

    Jian actually saw that I was determined not to cancel the plan, but I still persuaded him.  I don't think he can ruin the quality of his marriage because of me.  Even though I'm really alone and lonely right now.  After graduating, the brothers in the university should also take the postgraduate entrance examination, work, and go their separate ways.  Many people were very diligent in contacting at the beginning, but after a long time, they faded out of the university circle to adapt to another new circle.  Those who have contacted me until now are healthy.  But I also want to understand that no matter how good Hejian is, they are just friends, and his wife and his family are his final destination, which is for a lifetime.  I can't occupy most of Jian's time, otherwise I will become a third party.  At the last wedding, I believe that Shen Ying must have no good feelings for me.

    In fact, even though many people are now chanting the slogan of "friendship first, love second", I think this kind of thinking is advanced, but most of those who call for such slogans are hypocritical.  Since ancient times, people who have committed suicide for the sake of the opposite sex have eaten more rice than I have eaten in my life, but people who have committed suicide for the sake of the same sex may be my talent, and I have never seen them.  Of course, homosexuality is an exception.

    ?Suddenly one day I really couldn't squeeze out words, so I decided to go to the bookstore to read other people's books, to find the "diarrhea feeling" before.  It was because the air conditioner in the bookstore was too cold or the stinky tofu I ate in the morning was expired. I really felt diarrhea.

    When I clutched my stomach and asked the salesperson where there is a toilet, she told me that the toilet in the bookstore is under repair, there is a small alley only 20 meters to the left when you go out, and then walk 50 meters to the right.  public toilets.  When I went out, I realized that there was no need to ask, just follow the smell of the toilet.

    I ran over all the way, because if I ran hard, it might explode.

    But when I finally finished relaxing and felt even more desperate, I didn't bring any paper, and I only had a red ticket with me.  But that's absolutely unusable, I'd rather just pull up my pants and walk away.

    I knocked on the small private room next door, "Is anyone there?"

    The buddy next door responded by knocking back, and I wept with joy.

    "Big brother, do you have any papers?" I choked out a Northeast accent, feeling ashamed and not being able to embarrass the people of Shanghai, but I am really sorry for the brothers in the Northeast.

    A pack of tissues fell from the sky, and I felt like a treasure.

    "Big brother, what's your name?" The kindness of dripping water should be repaid with a spring, and suddenly remembered the teachings of the elementary school teacher, and asked the person's name.

    "Lei Feng!" in beautiful Mandarin

    ? When I finished dealing with the funeral, that person was no longer there.

    Whether it's movies or most plots in novels, the hero and heroine always meet unexpectedly in dimly lit places, but I met w at the door of the public toilet, and it happened that she also came out of the women's toilet opposite.  We were all taken aback when we saw each other.  W only smiled slightly at me, then turned around and walked away with a man beside him.

    "Your friend?" the man asked w in beautiful Mandarin.

    "No, I don't know."

    It felt like a punch had been punched in the chest, and I didn't know how long I stood there, and the soles of my feet were sweating.

    Following the voice of the person who set up a street stall outside, "The city management is here!", everyone rolled up their things and headed in one direction.  I also started walking in the direction of home.

    When I passed by my alma mater in high school, it happened that school was over, and the students also went home scatteredly.  Suddenly, I really hoped that there would be rain in Shanghai, but the sky was exceptionally clear.  It's five o'clock, and the sun stands proudly there.

    After returning home, I stared at the computer for two hours in a daze. It is said that people can brew masterpieces that will destroy the world in the midst of extreme sadness.  But I can't think of a word, so that means I'm not sad enough, maybe I'm happy.  Close the screen and rest your feet on the computer desk.  Smiling at the bright screen, he could see his neat teeth clearly, and nodded with satisfaction.

    The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the lonely sunset melted into the horizon.

    There was a bag 520 lying on the table, Xia Yu probably forgot to take it away.  I took one out and played with it in my hand, and smelled it again, only a smell of grass.  I really don't know why so many people like to smoke.  Although I have always been disgusted by other people smoking, I have never actually tried it myself.

    I went around and didn't find a lighter, so I had to go to the kitchen and turn on the gas stove, imitating the health and holding the cigarette holder in my mouth.  I lit the other end and took a puff, a puff of smoke entered my mouth.

      "Cough-cough-"

    I coughed continuously and threw the cigarette in my hand into the sink.  Smoke is really not a good thing.

    The throat was choked by the smoke just now, and I wanted to pour a glass of water.  Holding the cup and putting it under the tap of drinking water, there is not a drop of water.  I lifted my foot and kicked the filter hard.  Still no water came down.

    The street lights on the road are already on, and cars pass by in a hurry, mixed with the rustling sound of leaves being blown by the wind.

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