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Text Cutting the endless love in my heart

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    2. Keep constant love in your heart

    The weather is starting to get cooler.  The temperature has changed suddenly in the past two days, with lightning and thunder, wind and rain, and the wind feels cool on my body.  The leaves on the branches fell to the ground, and a gust of wind blew the withered leaves all over the ground; the fallen leaves soaked by the rain lay on the ground, but they did not move despite the wind and sun, and some residual leaves fell on the ground.  The sludge is yellow and rotten.  The sycamore and birch trees grow very strong and stand on the roadside like huge umbrellas, blocking out the sun. If you look closely, these trees seem to be the outstretched wings of the green leaf god, majestic and motionless protecting life.  cycle.

    In the evening, a lot of dewdrops gathered on the leaves.  In the second half of the night, the dew became heavier and the air became more humid. The night mist condensed on the leaves turned into small crystal clear water balls; some small water balls stayed on the leaf tips and swayed back and forth in the breeze, while some accidentally fell on the leaves.  On the ground; there are also small water balls staying on the leaves and looking around, as if looking for a place to return.

    The little bird was on a high branch. It was awakened by some weird sound and started beating again on the branch.  Bright street lamps flash red light over the city, the light and shadow are hazy, dragging a long light belt; there are countless light pillars in the light belt extending straight and far away - as if these light pillars are connected to the horizon in a straight line, forever.  The end.

    At this time, there were still more than two hours before dawn. Occasionally, clear footsteps could be heard on the road. There were old people and middle-aged people running under the shade of the trees; they stretched their arms and bent their waists from time to time, and some were crouching in place.  Some were wandering, and some were running forward quickly.  The car stepped on the accelerator on the wide road, and the speed seemed to be several times faster than usual. In the blink of an eye, it traveled several streets.

    There were more people on the road than before. Not only were people doing morning exercises running, but people on the morning shift and Shengyi people were starting to get busy. There were also tricycle drivers running around the streets on their tricycles, taxis parked on the side of the road, and people on the night shift.  The aircraft is waiting for delivery.  I don¡¯t know whose rooster started crowing two hours ago. Two hours later, its voice became hoarse.  When these domesticated animals arrive in a new home, they have to get used to a new life and environment again, because the owner bought them from the market as commodities, and the bad luck they are waiting for is that the owners turn them into delicacies.

    At that time, the scale of the circulation market was not large, and the urban population was not large in the early days of reform and opening up. Local chickens and ducks raised by farmers near the city were everywhere in the market.  Farmers go to the city to go to the market and bargain with citizens in the market for currency exchange. A chicken costs more than ten yuan and a duck costs more than twenty yuan. The farmers exchange local specialties into currency and use the currency to buy other commodities.  This is the market, a commodity economic and social circulation market of a certain scale that is necessary for human survival, has prerequisites, and has a certain scale.

    It is already full daylight.  The fog before dawn is getting thicker and thicker. The smooth tree trunks are like taking a cold bath. The leaves are moist and clean, and they are clear and bright in the morning light.  The moisture in the air has increased, the morning fog has become thicker, and the whole world is surrounded by fog.  The visibility is very low, and the line of sight is getting blurry. Moving objects within a meter or two in front cannot be distinguished clearly without paying attention; the surroundings are like a vast sea of ??roiling clouds, slowly flying under the sky.  In this vast world, the distance between people is getting closer and closer; the visibility is very low, even if familiar faces appear in front of you, you have to distinguish them carefully, and almost always consider each other.  yes!  The sight confuses people, the spirit undergoes a leap change, love becomes a commodity, and the information conveyed by friendship is the plaything of the commodity - the combination of temperament has almost become a doll-like tool of lingering fear.

    Qiu Chan¡¯s white BMW slowed down and was soon swallowed by the thick white fog.  There are more people on the street than before, and the sidewalks on both sides of the road are not wide for people and vehicles. Businessmen doing business open their doors and place their goods in front of their doors; motorbikes take advantage of every opportunity, rushing on the sidewalk for a while, and rushing towards them for a while.  Comparing speed with cars in the middle of the road.  At this time, a motorcycle was crossing in front of Qiu Chan's BMW. No matter how loud or loud Qiu Chan's horn was, the motorcycle would still rush forward.  She had no choice but to slow down even more due to the crowded traffic and narrow road, and she angrily cursed the rotten motorcycle to eliminate her dissatisfaction.

    There are more and more cars on the road. Although the time from red light to green light is only a few dozen seconds, the time spent waiting for these few dozen seconds is very long.  At this time, Qiu Chan opened the roof window a little impatiently and found that the thick fog began to dissipate. The clear sky was much brighter than before. Large white clouds were moving quickly in the sky like freshly picked cotton.  The moisture condensed by the morning dew on the ground is almost drying up, and the crops in the fields are green.  Qiu Chan looked at the sky, smiled and used her right hand to tidy up her messy and shiny hair in front of the mirror.

    She was very excited at this time. The smile on her fair face was like a flower in bloom with dew in it. The bright water droplets were like a white jade-like gem, perfectly embedded in her white and tender dimples. When you taste it carefully, it looks more like  A glass of fine wine fills the floor.  Now her secret dealings with Zhang Jianguo are getting closer and closer to a secret that is not a secret, and they are becoming more and more mysterious.When Zhang Jianguo was not by her side, she felt lonely and alone.  Under the stimulation of this spiritual effect and the color of sweet love, no effective medicine can relieve her inner emptiness and neurotic uneasiness. Unknowingly, sometimes she feels like she is missing something?  what is it then?  Spirituality, materiality, love To explain the restlessness of the soul, love may be the most effective prescription.

    She thought about many different imaginary ideas, and sometimes she recited the beginning of the idea silently with a smile: This funny idea was only the beginning, so she put him together like a toy, and she even said this in her hot sleep "  Honey, you are so cute, but I don¡¯t have the courage to propose getting rid of you.¡± Then she held the cute big child in her arms without hesitation.

    This kind of bold possession has been compared repeatedly in Qiu Chan's eyes. Although it is a bit immoral to try to destroy other people's families in this way, the possession of love is immoral, and only love is a part of morality.  The toy next to her is Jianguo. This cute, innocent and beautiful Prince Charming is beside her pillow, accompanying her every day. Sometimes she will have a happy conversation with him when she is depressed.  Sometimes he also thinks about the worst. Although he has a family, children, and a wife, he is always far away from his family and has no feeling of nostalgia.  Although he is a married second-hand man, even though he has tasted the sweetness of family happiness, he always feels unsatisfied.

    One time she was sleeping in the dormitory, and both Yulan and Yaqin went to work. Xun Huangui sent a sick note to Zhang Jianguo's office - recently, Xun Huangui had to send a sick note to Zhang Jianguo every two days, and his relationship was four  Being knowledgeable in all directions, you can get whatever you say.  Now that she has seen many of these unsurprising things, she is no longer surprised, but can you say that this is unreasonable?

    In the light textile industry units in the early days of reform and opening up, the machine operators were the pillars that upheld the sky and the ground. Without them, the machine would not be able to rotate, so asking for sick leave was more difficult than stepping on the sky.  The driver went to see a doctor to issue a sick leave. The procedure was as complicated as it could be. The driver sarcastically said that issuing a sick leave note was more difficult than getting a passport to go abroad.  The faces of the doctors in white coats were very ugly, and their hearts were darkened by the soot. Yet they were sitting in their offices, lukewarmly interrogating the bus operators who came to see the doctor.  The power and eyes of the doctors were terrifying. They were interrogating prisoners as if they were interrogating them. If they asked urgent questions, they would just give me two paracetamol pills and two ABC pills before sending the driver away.  Zhang Jianguo is different. He is very friendly with these doctors. When he issues sick leave, he is like writing payment slips for others in the dispatch room. He writes a large amount with just a swipe of the pen on the paper.  This time it was Xun Huangui who asked Qiu Chan for a week's sick leave and left it in Zhang Jianguo's hands.  Now Qiu Chan feels more at ease. If she wants to fake it, someone will drive it for her. If she wants to change her job, someone will handle it for her. If she wants to go wherever she wants, she will drive around in a BMW. Rather than being friendly, it is better to say that she is looking for a bridge to happiness.  .

    Qiu Chan has locked herself in her room these days, lying on the bed excitedly looking at the various stripes on the ceiling. This is a two-bedroom apartment she designed and decorated herself. It is luxurious and filled with modern fashion elements. Whenever she  I seemed to feel particularly relaxed when I got home.  On her head is her favorite life prototype, a naked and smooth girl showing her white and tender skin, her passionate eyes staring intently at her master.  She remembered that this was the first time Zhang Jianguo came to her dormitory to give her a gift. She was embarrassed at the time. Later, she experienced these things, so she hung it in the middle of the bedroom wall as a treasure.

    She recalled the scene when Zhang Jianguo gave this painting as a gift three months ago.

    On this day, both Yulan and Yaqin were in the dormitory, but Zhang Jianguo was very generous and called her by her single name "Qiu Chan" for the first time.  She was dumbfounded by this kind of title at the time. It was particularly harsh. It seemed like a joke and also seemed to be particularly kind to her.  Yulan and Yaqin were still laughing at her.  But he still did not change his view on this title. After a while, Yulan and Yaqin left. At this time, his behavior and language were more generous and comfortable. He said a lot to her and found many colorful adjectives to serve as puns.  But he felt that these words were not perfect enough and lacked stimulation, so he looked for opportunities to speak affectionate words to her at all costs, to express his inner love to her.  She was very embarrassed at this time. She didn't have any courage to feel disgusted in front of him. It seemed that at some point she saw his happiness suddenly manifested in painful emotions. She looked at him as if he was swearing to her.  Then he said, he shouldn't marry her, why should he marry her?  Apparently he regrets it now.

    He later said the same thing as before, this time he seemed to be very close to her, his hand pressed on her shoulder, and the other hand stroked her shining black hair.  He said: "Qiu Chan, do you really not understand me? But what I told you is all the truth."

    Qiu Chan remained silent and sympathetic as before.

    I don¡¯t know when she finally failed and succumbed to him.  She recalled that there were many reasons for this. Of course, she could not rule out sympathy, but more importantly, she was moved.  Moved by his actions, by his power and real goldBaiyin was moved, moved by his emotions, and the word moved became the concept word in her heart.

    However, she also knew that Jianguo was desperately pursuing her and loving her, and had confided his true feelings to her more than a hundred times; in this kind of passionate feelings, she also said things that she could never take back and should not have said.  "I know you feel sad, but I understand you, and I can wait for you. You know, the only reliable person in my heart right now is you."

    "Qiu Chan, I love you. I will love you with all my heart."

    "Me too, I feel a sense of security when you are by my side."

    "Aren't you afraid that I will hurt you?"

    "I'm not afraid. Whatever I decide on my own will definitely succeed."

    "What should we do now?"

    "You know best what to do, divorce her immediately."

    "No, this is too sudden. Let her know that it will cause trouble." Zhang Jianguo seemed very nervous, almost completely unprepared: "Qiu Chan, listen to me, for the sake of our long-term friendship and love, you have to sacrifice something."  Time. Not long. When the time is right, we will get married immediately."

    "How long do you want me to wait? But I can't be your mistress for a long time!"

    "No, Qiu Chan, this will never happen. As long as Si Feng and I divorce, we will be free. At that time, we will be a legal couple. Everything about you belongs to me, and mine  It¡¯s all yours too.¡±

    "But now I really can't stand it and I'm so upset. I don't know why. According to the past time, my menstrual period should have arrived. Now"

    "There will be no problem now, we always miss the time to be together. Qiu Chan, don't worry, nothing will happen to us."

    Zhang Jianguo said this, but he was still a little scared in his heart.

    "I hope so - but I know better."

    "That's good. I know you women have solutions to these problems."
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