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Text Chapter 422 This is a sad story, but mine is not!

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    He is also a horse thief, but his reasons for doing this seem to be different from mine.  ??Ò»?Reading w?w?w¡¤1kanshu¡¤cc He does it for money and his girlfriend, what do I do for it?  I can¡¯t find the answer, maybe just for fun.  I am a person who likes cars. My Sans imitation mountain bike has been with me for five and a half years, which is much longer than all the couples I know have stayed together.  I think the only high-sounding reason I have for stealing cars is that it would be a pity to see those cars left there and slowly getting broken down, because people are always so selfish and irresponsible, leaving good cars in carports or something.  In the dark corners, let the dust cover their original shiny luster, and let the rust destroy their once spinning feet.  Maybe they have never been expensive horses, but they also have souls eager to run.  In contrast, there is a man in our building who rides a good horse in and out every day. His name is Lao Kai. His family seems to be in good condition, so he always rides a high-power two-wheeled motorcycle around the campus, and his mount is always  Always change and always new.  Without making any guesses, I know exactly what he does.  A horse thief has the thinking of a horse thief, and also has the experience and intuition of a horse thief.  But that¡¯s not the reason why I criticize him. Horse thieves don¡¯t like to be interfered with, and they don¡¯t like to interfere with others.  The key to the problem is that Lao Kai was the boy who presented flowers to Jian Ruoning that day.  A man who changes cars every week is very questionable about his loyalty to women, even if he is a car dealer.  Sometimes Jian Ruoning would come downstairs to look for Lao Kai. She seemed to be shy. She would always stand on the edge of the grass diagonally opposite the building door, holding a small bag in both hands, her toes dangling on the cement curb, bit by bit.  I nodded and kept my head very low. I never dared to look up at the other boys coming out of our building. They were completely different from the ones on the stage.  Only once did she raise her head for some unknown reason and fixate her eyes on the face of a boy who came out of the building.  That boy's name is Luo Bida.  He looks ordinary and has no special characteristics, but he is a horse thief.  The horse thief rode past her with an expressionless expression, just like he passed by those gorgeous and high-end suspension mountain or road sports cars when committing crimes.  She silently recited the phrase "somethingdoesntbe1ongtemptation." and believed that she would lower her eyes when he passed by and continue to wait for the person she was really waiting for.  The only wrongful act I did against Jian Ruoning was the car theft.  Because I didn't see her riding her bicycle to the social education class twice in a row, and she walked all the time, I became suspicious.  Later, it happened that one night I saw a girl parking a pink Giant car in the quiet and deserted parking area east of the library.  In my eyes, a used car is like a person¡¯s face.  There are many unique small features that can be used to identify them.  After the girl left, I went up to check it out. It was undoubtedly Jian Ruoning's car, but it just had a new lock.  "That was the only time I ever stole an owner's car, and the T-knife broke the new lock in two seconds.  I pushed the car to the car stall outside the school at my old place and replaced it with a strong new lock, and also added a special ring lock.  But unlike before, I didn't put it at the east gate of the school. Instead, I parked it directly downstairs in Jian Ruoning's dormitory, and then put the two lock keys under the advertising paper in the basket in front of the car.  This is the way of a horse thief.  On the third day when I was taking social science class, I saw Jian Ruoning finally riding this car to class again.  The problem is, two more days have passed.  I overheard my roommate telling an anecdote: There was a girl in our school who lent her bicycle to a former high school classmate. It was stolen one night, but it showed up again the next morning.  The girl's dormitory is downstairs, and the lock has been replaced with a new one. The key is placed in the car basket, which is puzzling.  At the end of that semester, there were three new pieces of news.  ?Read a book w?wWant to w?¡¤1?k?a book n?shu¡¤cc First, my matter of going to Canada to study is almost settled; Second, Jian Ruoning is broken up in love; Third, my colleague has been arrested.  The colleague was caught red-handed while trying to attack a brand new Shimano road sports car outside the evening self-study teaching building.  When I heard the news, it was already the day after the incident. At that time, I learned that his name was Yu Shi, and he was actually the deputy director of their dormitory building.  I know better than most of the people who are talking about this news why Yu Shi is a horse thief.  It's also clear why he was caught.  He was obviously no longer satisfied with the small profits brought by the worn-out bicycles. Instead, he followed the instigation of the collectors and started buying those good bicycles.  Picking out the soft persimmons and squeezing the old ones from the cars.  Forget about that for a moment.  He is no longerHe is a qualified horse thief, so he will get the end he deserves.  My own life is still peaceful, as if I am a complete outsider.  Around that time, Jian Ruoning no longer appeared downstairs, replaced by a girl dressed in a playful style, standing downstairs waiting for Laokai to take her out on a high-power Hassan motorcycle.  The corresponding one is.  Jian Ruoning didn't even come to the introductory sociology class those days.  "Fortunately, the teacher didn't mention his name." Chen Zhen also added after discovering this incident.  He is really a simple person. In his college life, apart from mechanical engineering textbooks, fried chicken legs in the boys' cafeteria, F1 and pirated movies, there is only an introverted and perverse boy named Luo Bida.  Chen Zhen was also the first person in this school to know that I was going abroad.  I only told him that there was only one biological sister in my mother's family, and this biological sister was not capable of giving birth to children. She was doing well in Canada, so she asked me to go to school very early.  I have been waiting for Jian Ruoning to break up for a month and finally got there, but at the same time I have to leave.  The retribution of the horse thief.  On the penultimate day of my stay at school, that Wednesday night, I did two things.  The first thing I did was that I sent a box of DVDs to the school security department.  The content of the tape is about how Lao Kai did a black car business with students on the small lawn at the south gate of the school. His business was booming and he sold two cars at that time.  The dv I borrowed was of very good quality and could shoot from a long distance. It could also capture Lao Kai¡¯s face clearly at night.  Along with the tape, Lao Kai¡¯s dormitory address was sent.  Originally, I was not prepared to embarrass him, but one night I happened to see Lao Kai slap Yu Shi twice in front of a girl at the door of the small restaurant outside the south gate of the school, and that girl, if I remember correctly  .  It¡¯s Yu Shi¡¯s ex-girlfriend, and she¡¯s also the person who is now standing downstairs waiting for Lao Kai instead of the playful girl.  At that time, Yu Shi had been expelled from school, and he no longer had the confidence and intelligence he had when I met him the first two times.  He was knocked to the ground by the tall Lao Kai, and the girl turned away haughtily.  Following Lao Kai on the blue Hongda and driving away, I am not the embodiment of justice, I am just a horse thief.  But horse thieves have their own way of enforcing justice.  The second thing was that I pushed my Sansi imitation mountain bike to the east gate, told the collector that I was leaving, and then sold my horse to him for three yuan.  I told you three dollars three times.  Because the car collector almost didn't believe his ears.  This is the lowest price I've ever sold him.  With these three dollars, I called Jian Ruoning's dormitory at the public coin-operated phone booth outside the east gate.  I asked the student union officials who were organizing the Christmas party that day about Jian Ruoning. They said that she was just introduced by a friend to help out. They forgot her name and did not have her dormitory phone number.  The call was answered by Jian Ruoning herself. I had heard her sing and recognized her voice.  ??Ò»¿´Êéwww?w¡¤1?k?anshu¡¤cc I said hello, I think you don¡¯t know me, I am the person who stole your bicycle.  Jian Ruoning was silent for a while, then asked a stubborn and stupid question: "Who are you?!" I said you really don't know me, I just do bad things with good intentions.  I'm leaving tomorrow, and I want to say goodbye to you before I leave.  Jian Ruoning's side was silent for a while, but she didn't hang up the phone. During this period, I put in an additional coin.  Finally, she suddenly asked me in a gentle tone: "Can I see you?" On the last day of school, I bought two ring locks at the car stall outside the north gate.  I gave the first lock to the Shimano sports car that had originally arrested Ling Yushi. It was a very eye-catching and very good car, and it was expensive. It must have been a Maxima in ancient times.  In fact, I have known it for a long time, and even knew which building its owner lived in, but I never thought about taking action.  His master has been extra careful since the incident in the world.  Four locks of various types were placed on the car.  I found it in their carport downstairs and locked it with the carport pillar with a ring lock. The whole process took less than a second, and I threw the key into a nearby flower bed.  I just found out now.  In fact, locking can be much faster than lock picking.  The second lock is used in the teaching building.  I found Chen Zhen's Phoenix city car in the garage underneath the teaching building. Thank God it was parked very close to Jian Ruoning's car. I didn't have to move far to move the two cars together and then put them together.  The front wheels are locked together.  Twelve minutes and thirty-nine seconds later, the third to last Introduction to Sociology class of this semester ended.  There are very few trees in the school, just like a real great plain suitable for cavalry mobile operations.??So I could only stand in the shadow of the teaching building next to me and watch quietly as Chen Zhen carried the front of two bicycles in an awkward and desperate manner fifteen minutes later, while Jian Ruoning was responsible for pushing behind.  Turning on the rear wheels, the two-person bicycle moved forward slowly, and they continued to communicate. Surrounded by the endless stream of bicycles and bicycles of students after class, the whole formed a unique landscape.  The nearest bicycle stall in the school is about a fifteen-minute walk from here. I believe that many things will happen in these fifteen minutes.  I didn¡¯t agree to meet Jian Ruoning the night before because it was no longer necessary.  But before hanging up the phone, I asked her one last question: "Before I leave, can I know your name?" She hesitated and said, My name is Luo Yingfen, Luo from camel, Ying from hero, colorful Fen.  . ?? Luo Yingfen, Luoyingfen, a very beautiful name, and it has the same last name as mine, what a coincidence.  "What about you, what's your name?" she asked me.  I sighed slowly and said, thank you for your name, I¡¯m leaving, goodbye.  Then hung up the phone.  Looking at Chen Zhen and Jian Ruoning, no, Luo Yingfen's figure was gradually buried in the sea of ??cars, I slowly walked out of the darkness where I was hiding and observing.  The keys of the ring lock held in his hand softly made a crisp and clear collision sound unique to metal.  When I first entered the university, the student union held a very boring but large-scale activity to find friends with the same name or surname. At that time, the roommates were not polluted by online games, and they were discussing whether to participate.  I scoffed at this.  I didn't have any interest, but started studying bicycles instead.  Later, a roommate who participated in that event said that there was only one girl named Luo in the event, who was in the same class as us, who was good-looking and could sing well.  It would be a shame if I didn't go.  My reaction at the time was that he just wanted to make up someone to make me regret, which was really childish.  I turned around and walked toward the main entrance of the school. Many students and bicycles passed by me, like a colorful and happy carp tide. No one noticed my existence, just like when I looked around the corner.  Like an old car.  As I walked quickly to the fountain at the gate, I saw a boy riding a girl in a skirt on the back of a bicycle slowly riding in from outside the school.  The two of them are obviously still freshmen, and their faces still have the residual youthfulness after just walking out of middle school. "There are no more horse thieves in this school."  I watched them pass me by with no expression on my face.  Then he stopped, but did not look back. He just released his right hand lightly, and the keys of the ring lock, which was carrying an important mission at the moment, together with the T-shaped lock-picking knife that had been with me for almost two years, sank into the clear sound with strange sounds.  The fountain finally lay quietly at the bottom of the pool, like two miniature metal tombstones, announcing the lonely departure of the last horse thief.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª The story is over. It is very long and should not be told at this time.  Because I think this is a meaningful story.  What Kim Taeyeon needs more is sleep.  But I don¡¯t know why, once I open my mouth, I can¡¯t stop.  This is a novel without much practical significance. It has no ideological emphasis and does not rely on plot to win.  The whole story seems very plain, but it is actually more attractive.  Maybe it¡¯s because this story has the label of ¡°unspeakable miss¡±.  At this time, Kim Taeyeon's breathing gradually became quieter and smoother. In fact, I deliberately lowered my tone when the story reached the second half.  Just when I thought she was asleep, she closed her eyes.  Suddenly he spoke in a gentle tone: "Tell me, why are there so many misses? Why are we obviously in love and will be happy together, but we still can't help ourselves." Regarding this question, I remained silent and didn't know what to do.  answer.  Immediately afterwards, she continued to ask me: "How do people live in this world so that they can control their feelings and not be so helpless?" I have the answer to this second question.  I told her: "There is never a way." "As long as I live, there will always be things I can't control. But if I decide on something, even if I hit my head and bleed, I will go on. There is no way, but  We can choose to face the cost.¡± ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª At eight o¡¯clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang.  I rubbed my sleepy eyes away, walked to the window and opened the curtains, and found that it was indeed foggy outside.  All the tall buildings seemed to be floating in the air, and the buildings clustered together in Gangnam District even looked like Howl's Moving Castle.  In this scene, let¡¯s not talk about whether Taegu is awake at this moment. Even if she is awake,, you shouldn¡¯t be able to see it at first glance.  Because when I left last night, I closed the curtains for her.  Now, I plan to help her pull it away.  I passed several markets along the way and randomly picked one with good parking. After buying some ingredients, I drove to Taigu¡¯s dormitory.  I left around one o'clock last night, and it had only been seven hours by now. I guessed that the girl was still sleeping. In order to avoid waking her up when the doorbell rang, I called Pani directly.  Ask her to get up and open the door.  As for why I didn¡¯t give Soonkyu a beating When I was filming "Roommate", I knew that she was a big slacker, and she was also the kind who had a bad temper after being woken up.  So reason tells me that it¡¯s better not to call her.  Panini, who came to open the door for me, had a look of surprise on his face. To this, I just picked up the bag in my hand and said, "I'm here to make breakfast for you." Listen to this.  To her ears, it sounded like she was extremely happy, and she didn't care what the specific reason was.  In her eyes, having someone to cook for her is great. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but she made a gesture to me very simply, which meant: ¡°you are busy now, I¡¯m going to take a nap.¡±  Without saying much, after letting go of Ken¡¯s breakfast panini, I rolled up my sleeves and started making breakfast by myself.  After half an hour of tinkering, I went to the balcony and made a phone call.  The time jumped to nine o'clock. I hung up the phone and returned to the restaurant, sat on a chair, switched to some wake-up music, and put my phone on the table.  The wake-up music is from the past, which has been repeated endlessly - "happeneending". The first person to open the door and come out was Panini, who had slept in the cage. She brushed her teeth and washed her face very quickly and sat down.  Opposite me, I was eagerly waiting for my breakfast.  I smiled and didn¡¯t move. The second person who came out was Kim Taeyeon. She was rubbing her eyes at first, looking impatiently and wondering who was playing songs there so early in the morning.  But when she saw me, she paused, completely stunned.  The daze didn¡¯t last long. After a while, she pursed her lips slightly and took a step forward to sit next to me.  I stood up, brought over three bowls of vegetable porridge, and pushed one bowl in front of the guy.  She glanced at me, then picked up the spoon with her bare hands, took a big mouthful and stuffed it into her mouth, not caring that the porridge was still hot.  The panini glanced at me and me back and forth, and the second time I saw it, I saw Taigu's bowl.  Then she poked at her own porridge and then at Sunkyu's porridge, and then she burst into jealousy.  "Yeah, Liu Chengyu, you are too biased. Why is it that only Taegu's bowl has cranberries in it? Where's ours! Where's ours!" Important things need to be said twice, but even if she says them twenty times, it won't matter.  It was useless, because I glanced at this guy who was whining: "Don't you like eating?" Upon hearing this, Panini immediately became unhappy.  But just when she was about to retort, the lazy Sunkyu opened the door and walked out.  Panini, who suddenly felt that he had found a teammate, immediately started snitching mode. However, he saw my surprised Sunkyu at a glance and had no time to pay attention to her.  This guy first glanced at the time, and then glanced at Taigu and me exactly the same as Panini. Finally, she said to me: "You twoare you together?" I sat back at Taigu.  Gu Bei answered her question.  I said: "Well, we are together now." This was a confession that penetrated time and space, almost ringing like a bell.  Kim Taeyeon next to me seemed to be shocked. She turned to look at me, her confused look was particularly lovely.  I asked her with a smile: "What, don't you want to be with me?" The next second, her crystal-clear, blue-blue eyes no longer had a trace of residual cloud.  I heard her say: "Why not." On February 2, 2015, the eastern fog floated across the city, and "happeneending" began to repeat for the second time.  After breakfast, I took her to get the second shot.  We are walking in the long fog, and you are hidden in this misty fog, like an illusion, like a mirage.  But I hold Taeyeon's hand and know it's true.  Yes, it's all over.  A new beginning is at your fingertips.  (To be continued.)?¡­
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