Read some stories every day app author: Literary Female Fenqing | Reprinting is prohibited
No matter how incomplete your appearance is, there will eventually be someone who will see your lovely soul through your appearance.
——Preface
After typing the last word, I clicked to submit it. I clenched my fists and beat my cervical spine that was already a little numb, and slumped myself on the chair, not wanting to move anymore.
The song " Chasing Dreams " by Li Yugang is playing on the computer, a song I have recently recurred.
"Chasing Dreams, I'm half awake, who has a poor life and a reputation for being in a beautiful city. I'm slightly drunk, and I miss you in the north, but I'm very sad..."
Every time I hear this, my heart trembles slightly, which makes me recall it. I'm starting a certain person at a certain time, but I refuse to recall because I'm already past the age of recall.
's "buzzing" phone vibration shocked me out of Lin Meimei's mood. When I opened WeChat, I received a message, "Do you still remember me?"
is a strange avatar, and there is no name on it. The online name is " Nirvana”.
Out of professional habits, I replied, "Ah haha, this is testing my memory." It comes with a silly smile.
My job is a WeChat business. I send pictures on my Moments. I sell some underwear for men and women. The business is average and the income is uncertain. In order to stabilize my income, I found another job to brush orders, and the content was very simple, which was to buy things on an online shopping website, buy them virtually, and then give them good reviews. I have four accounts to exchange and use them so that I won’t be found to have too frequent shopping records.
Because of doing a micro-business, countless people have been added to WeChat, including those who know each other, those who have spoken or those who have no communication. Anyway, they are all potential customers.
Generally, people who actively chat are interested in my products. If you can ask me if I remember it, except for old friends, they are customers who have made transactions. Of course, I can't say that I don't remember them.
quickly click on the opening avatar, just a photo of a guitar, open the circle of friends, and under the dark cover, there is a long horizontal line. Either I have blocked me or I have never posted it in the circle. Are there anyone who has not posted it in the circle these days? It seems to be a customer.
The man didn't reply for a long time. He might be unhappy. He has to brag about this business. I thought about it and sent another sentence, "Otherwise, give me a prompt?"
"The person who misses you." The other party replied in seconds.
I wipe, flirt with me?
As a middle-aged girl who has never been married at the age of 35, this kind of chatter is meaningless to me. Since it's not buying something, there's no need to pay attention to it. I deleted the chat history casually, got up slowly, and moved my stiff and swollen joints.
I am an orphan. For the sake of the amount of money my parents left me, a relative adopted me. He finally got into college, but he got seriously ill in the first year of college. Every joint in his body was in pain. .
Not only does walking hurt, raising hands hurts, washing face and combing hair are also hurt. Even when I was eating and chewing, the connection between the jaw bones was hurt. My relatives didn't have the energy to help me treat my illness, but gave me all the remaining money from my parents, asking me to choose whether to treat the illness or continue to go to school. .
In order to complete my studies, I chose to take painkillers and not receive treatment. Although the painkiller relieved my pain and allowed me to continue walking and studying, it failed to suppress the development of the disease. When I finally persisted until graduation, my knee joint could no longer bend normally.
can only be bent to about forty-five degrees, and the fingers and toes have begun to deform. It is very difficult to hold the pen, and the whole person is so thin that he loses his appearance.
Therefore, I couldn't find a job and my boyfriend broke up. In desperation, I had to find some dubbing and on the Internet. Of course, they are all informal channels. I read some pornographic or edge-by-sided little pornographic articles and have to be both emotional and emotional.
at the beginning was still unusable, but if you can’t let go, there will be no one to use it, and you will have no money to make money, and gradually I get used to it.
Later I met a master who was a late-stage product. The file pass rate he had repaired was always very high, and he became familiar with it after a while.
He is very mysterious. Like me, he doesn't like to go out and only takes on some later work online. He doesn't like to talk, and all his communication with me is just a simple question and answer.
In order to save money, I always get close to him and chat with him for no reason. I found that he is actually quite good at chatting. We often talk about gossip, poetry, music, and current affairs.
Although I was limited in my movements, my mind and mouth were bright, which often made him happy. When I was happy, he decided to charge me 20% off all the documents I sent.
So I made more money, and in addition to maintaining my life, I could also save some money to receive treatment. A year later, my body recovered a little. Although I couldn't run and dance like a normal girl, I could walk freely. Since God did not let me die, let's live like this.
walked for a while and felt the blood start to flow again. I washed my hands and planned to make something to eat.
Meals are always easy for one person. Twenty minutes later, I returned to the computer with a plate of fried rice, intending to watch the show while eating, habitually glanced at my phone, and my friend Nirvana sent an old song , "Practice" by Andy Lau .
Oh, I sent me Lao Liu's song to me, and couldn't help it. I sent the background story of the creation of this song with a sloppy hand, and asked, "You know how to watch your lover gradually leave, but you can't do anything. Is it sour? "The story of the song "
" was told by the great god. It was a sunny morning. I returned from the hospital for re-examination. The doctor told me that the condition had begun to stabilize and that the dosage could be gradually reduced. I could not take medicine if I had the chance. .
I was happy and felt it was time to express my gratitude to the great god. So I sent a text message on my phone, asking him if he had eaten, and by the way, I asked his studio address and found it was still very close to where I lived, so I bought my favorite matcha cake and found it at the door.
is said to be a studio, but in fact it is just an ordinary apartment, which is no different from an ordinary residence. It is really unreliable to go directly to the home of a male netizen. I don't know why I did this at that time.
He was a little surprised when he saw me, but he quickly realized it. Then, like an old friend, I asked me to sit down and wait for him, because he was rushing for a job, and it was a little bit too close.
It turns out that the later stage was just a computer and a mixer, and some musical instruments placed on the ground, including electronic pianos, guitars, and some things that they don’t recognize very much.
When he was working, I dared to observe carefully. Except for his unusually fair skin, his facial features were really average.
is the kind of person who will not be discovered even if he throws it into the crowd. For me, who is face-blind, I am even more worried that I will forget his appearance after going out today. But watching him work hard with his headphones and his slender fingers jump happily on the keyboard, he felt like he was glowing.
I think he perfectly interprets what "plastic surgery talent" is.
Later we ate the cake and happened to play the song "Practice" on the computer. I said, "The lyrics of this song sound very touching. There is a feeling that my lover is about to leave, but I can't do anything."
He said: "Yes, this song is about a friend of Andy Lau who suddenly found out that he was seriously ill. Her lover suddenly felt panic and quit his job to accompany her. The lyrics are written in his mood at that time."
Nirvana replied He said, "Luckily, her friend's illness has been cured, right?"
Yes, they are lucky, but how come so many lucky people come from in reality? Didn’t you finally watch your lover leave? There is no chance to see you leave.
I noticed that my eyes were a little sore, so I sucked my nose hard, threw my phone back on the table, stopped replying, and focused on watching the show and eating.
Just a stranger, why do you make yourself sad? Ten years ago, I had no heart and my heart was broken. It’s just that God didn’t let me die, so I had to survive. Yes, live.
Because I do a micro-business, I send a good morning speech regularly every day, and then I will be like a product advertisement. The other time is the same as the normal circle of friends. I occasionally post some moods. Now that micro-businesses are rampant, it will make people disgusted if I post too much. .
When I woke up in the morning and updated it again, I found that Nirvana was also posted on the circle and shared a caption of the song "Meeting": "Meeting you is my most beautiful accident. I have been missing you so much for ten years."
went up and clicked it. Like, comment, "Aren't we supposed to post "Ten Years"?"
didn't expect his message to enter in seconds, "Get up so early? Don't sleep until the sun is at least noon?" The sun is at least noon, haha. After meeting with the great god, we became closer and more topics. I found that he was a person who was extremely unwilling to go out. He had no friends except me, and he always accepted orders through the Internet. I think: It is a waste for people with healthy body to stay at home like this.
I don’t know how much I want to go out to bask in the sun every day, run in the sun, snow in the winter, and play and roll on every lawn. But it doesn't matter. I'm already satisfied that I can walk less quickly on the street and stand up at a constant speed after sitting for a while.
He doesn't like to go out, but I like to go find him.
Once when I went to find him, I found that he was writing a lot of messy code names, programs and other things. He said that it was a gene sequence, and what cells thought of regeneration and division, and returned to new organisms.
I was confused when I heard it, so I thought of cloning the sheep. He said, "It's almost the same, but the genes of sheep are relatively simple, and our human cells are much more complex."
"I don't know yet that you are a biologist. .” I said carelessly.
"No, I just hope to have a chance to survive."
He told me that he had a disease since he was a child called "chronic failure of organs", which roughly means that his internal organs age faster than normal people. He is already in his twenties this year and should have used it almost as much as possible. After he became sensible, he has refused to see a doctor. He feels that it is a waste of time, so it is better to do something he likes.
He doesn't make friends very much. First, he thinks no one will understand his thoughts, and second, he doesn't know when he will die, so as not to be sad for his friends.
I looked at his program and suddenly said, "If all these are regenerated, that is, you can regenerate your organs and even your limbs. That means, if you succeed, people like us will be cured! What awesome! Oh."
He smiled, "Theory is this, but unfortunately I'm just a calculation program and can't experiment. So, it's just an idea."
I looked at him and thought with a smile: It's so funny, one with four limbs Incomplete, the internal organs are healthy, one limb is healthy, but the organs are damaged. It's so cute and naive, let's meet.
He patted my head, "Why are you looking at me lustfully? Do you think we match?"
I like to run to him more and make some food for him if I have nothing to do. My cooking skills are average. Every time I ask him if it tastes delicious, he doesn't say a word, frowning and eating up all the things on the plate. I just thought, it still needs to be improved.
Once I followed the online tutorial to make prawns, cut the shrimp heads and pick the shrimp threads. After working hard for a long time, I finally made it. The color looked a little light. I watched him eat nervously while rubbing it. Rub the slightly sore and swollen knuckles.
After he ate one, he put down the plate, grabbed my hand with a strange shape, put it in my palm and rubbed it gently, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
" Fortunately, I'm used to it, but it doesn't affect my use. ” I answered in a heartless tone that I always said.
He suddenly stood up, held my shoulder, hugged me in his arms, and said softly above his head, "Girl, I fell in love with you, what should I do?"
I slowly hugged him with a strong feeling The waist, on his chest, said, "God, I have fallen in love with you for a long time, what should I do?"
We started to fall in love. Based on the principle that life is short and people who are blind and blind are hard to find, I used the excuse of renting a house It's too expensive to live with him.
This guy looked at me incredibly with his eyes wide open, and I explained, "I just want to rent me the empty bedroom." And he also opened his eyes wide and looked at him pitifully.
He touched my head and said, "I am a night owl, afraid it will affect your rest."
"It doesn't matter, so do I.I work at night and sleep until midday until midday! "
While he had no objection, I held the computer and dragged my luggage into his empty bedroom, and posted the "girls dormitory" on the door.
For several days, Nirvana will be the first time after I posted it. Send a congratulatory message, oh, no, it's a message.
Sometimes it's a simple greeting, add clothes and drink more hot water during the cold weather; sometimes it's a sharing of music and a few words. He speaks quite well with my appetite, and when I have time, I'm free. I would also chat with him a few words.
. I don’t know why, but I always feel that he is very familiar with me, but I can’t remember who he is. One day I was in a good mood and went out to deliver the goods. I took a selfie and posted it in circles. , but he sent another message, "I really cut my hair?" "
was really cut because I married my heart...
Life after living together was very simple. He worked in the living room until the early morning and I dubbed in the bedroom until the middle of the night. Every time I went to wash up before going to bed, I would do it by the way Say good night to him, and then slept until midnight. I got up and cooked something, knocked on his bedroom door and told him to get up.
That day, I forgot to close the door and suddenly remembered that maybe He was heard and turned around and saw him pressing the keyboard seriously with his headphones. He was too lazy to move, so he continued to match it. When I was nervously matching it with "undescribable", I suddenly felt something was wrong.
When I turned around, I found the great god. Relying on the door, my eyes were a little different from before. I actually felt embarrassed to be discovered by having an affair. My whole body was getting hot. He looked at me and said leisurely: "The recording is already very seductive, live version It makes people unable to control it. "
's hot eyes and a low voice, my mind was a little rippling. I don't know if it was influenced by Xiao Huang Wen. I stood up and walked up to him, and stammered, "Well... are tired of recording? Come and eavesdrop on my scene. "Suddenly an idea came to my mind, the organs were slowly deteriorating, then, will some organs be...
This guy seemed to have guessed my thoughts, he could always guess my thoughts, "Do you want to try it out?" Is the organ failure? "The low voice was like a feather stroking in my heart. I held back my beating heart, tiptoed and kissed his lips...
My hair is very long, he always pressed down. When I get up, I always "Oh my God." , "Wow," he shouted, and he always complained that my hair always ran into his mouth. I said, "Why should I cut it short, right?" "
" is fine, so I won't always eat. "
I thought about it, "Forget it, I'll just not cut it anymore, it will look old. "
He smiled again, "Why would you like to cut it after you marry me?" That way, you won't be afraid. "
" looks very good and doesn't look old at all. "
Nirvana message was sent again. What he said always reminds me of the great god, but my great god...
I don't know that organ failure is so terrible. A good person, I was smiling and chatting with you yesterday , the next day, I was lying in the hospital with a tube inserted, and was in a daze.
I realized that he was not an orphan. His parents looked very rich, and looked at me like they looked at the enemy. I dare not leave the god, I didn't dare to fight with his parents, so every time they asked me to go out, I had to stand at the door of the ward.
They walked out and told me to go back, so I had to stand at the door of the hospital. Standing on his parents out, the ward Stop visiting. I stood for too long and my feet and knees were a little overwhelmed. When I arrived at the hospital the next day, there was no one in the ward. The nurse told me that they were discharged.
"I was discharged, not dead," fine. "I said in my heart.
From then on, my great god disappeared in my life and death is uncertain. I think it's right. How can a person like me deserve such a good love? It's enough for a process. I still hope to live a long life?
The house is filled with his breath and his smell. I fall asleep in his smell every day, and I am hugged him in my dreams. When I wake up, I only have a quilt by my side.
I lean on it every day I miss you and live my life. Only when I miss you, can I feel that I have life.
Read some stories every day app author: Literary Female Fenqing | Reprinting is prohibited
No matter how incomplete your appearance is, there will eventually be someone who will see your lovely soul through your appearance.
——Preface
After typing the last word, I clicked to submit it. I clenched my fists and beat my cervical spine that was already a little numb, and slumped myself on the chair, not wanting to move anymore.
The song " Chasing Dreams " by Li Yugang is playing on the computer, a song I have recently recurred.
"Chasing Dreams, I'm half awake, who has a poor life and a reputation for being in a beautiful city. I'm slightly drunk, and I miss you in the north, but I'm very sad..."
Every time I hear this, my heart trembles slightly, which makes me recall it. I'm starting a certain person at a certain time, but I refuse to recall because I'm already past the age of recall.
's "buzzing" phone vibration shocked me out of Lin Meimei's mood. When I opened WeChat, I received a message, "Do you still remember me?"
is a strange avatar, and there is no name on it. The online name is " Nirvana”.
Out of professional habits, I replied, "Ah haha, this is testing my memory." It comes with a silly smile.
My job is a WeChat business. I send pictures on my Moments. I sell some underwear for men and women. The business is average and the income is uncertain. In order to stabilize my income, I found another job to brush orders, and the content was very simple, which was to buy things on an online shopping website, buy them virtually, and then give them good reviews. I have four accounts to exchange and use them so that I won’t be found to have too frequent shopping records.
Because of doing a micro-business, countless people have been added to WeChat, including those who know each other, those who have spoken or those who have no communication. Anyway, they are all potential customers.
Generally, people who actively chat are interested in my products. If you can ask me if I remember it, except for old friends, they are customers who have made transactions. Of course, I can't say that I don't remember them.
quickly click on the opening avatar, just a photo of a guitar, open the circle of friends, and under the dark cover, there is a long horizontal line. Either I have blocked me or I have never posted it in the circle. Are there anyone who has not posted it in the circle these days? It seems to be a customer.
The man didn't reply for a long time. He might be unhappy. He has to brag about this business. I thought about it and sent another sentence, "Otherwise, give me a prompt?"
"The person who misses you." The other party replied in seconds.
I wipe, flirt with me?
As a middle-aged girl who has never been married at the age of 35, this kind of chatter is meaningless to me. Since it's not buying something, there's no need to pay attention to it. I deleted the chat history casually, got up slowly, and moved my stiff and swollen joints.
I am an orphan. For the sake of the amount of money my parents left me, a relative adopted me. He finally got into college, but he got seriously ill in the first year of college. Every joint in his body was in pain. .
Not only does walking hurt, raising hands hurts, washing face and combing hair are also hurt. Even when I was eating and chewing, the connection between the jaw bones was hurt. My relatives didn't have the energy to help me treat my illness, but gave me all the remaining money from my parents, asking me to choose whether to treat the illness or continue to go to school. .
In order to complete my studies, I chose to take painkillers and not receive treatment. Although the painkiller relieved my pain and allowed me to continue walking and studying, it failed to suppress the development of the disease. When I finally persisted until graduation, my knee joint could no longer bend normally.
can only be bent to about forty-five degrees, and the fingers and toes have begun to deform. It is very difficult to hold the pen, and the whole person is so thin that he loses his appearance.
Therefore, I couldn't find a job and my boyfriend broke up. In desperation, I had to find some dubbing and on the Internet. Of course, they are all informal channels. I read some pornographic or edge-by-sided little pornographic articles and have to be both emotional and emotional.
at the beginning was still unusable, but if you can’t let go, there will be no one to use it, and you will have no money to make money, and gradually I get used to it.
Later I met a master who was a late-stage product. The file pass rate he had repaired was always very high, and he became familiar with it after a while.
He is very mysterious. Like me, he doesn't like to go out and only takes on some later work online. He doesn't like to talk, and all his communication with me is just a simple question and answer.
In order to save money, I always get close to him and chat with him for no reason. I found that he is actually quite good at chatting. We often talk about gossip, poetry, music, and current affairs.
Although I was limited in my movements, my mind and mouth were bright, which often made him happy. When I was happy, he decided to charge me 20% off all the documents I sent.
So I made more money, and in addition to maintaining my life, I could also save some money to receive treatment. A year later, my body recovered a little. Although I couldn't run and dance like a normal girl, I could walk freely. Since God did not let me die, let's live like this.
walked for a while and felt the blood start to flow again. I washed my hands and planned to make something to eat.
Meals are always easy for one person. Twenty minutes later, I returned to the computer with a plate of fried rice, intending to watch the show while eating, habitually glanced at my phone, and my friend Nirvana sent an old song , "Practice" by Andy Lau .
Oh, I sent me Lao Liu's song to me, and couldn't help it. I sent the background story of the creation of this song with a sloppy hand, and asked, "You know how to watch your lover gradually leave, but you can't do anything. Is it sour? "The story of the song "
" was told by the great god. It was a sunny morning. I returned from the hospital for re-examination. The doctor told me that the condition had begun to stabilize and that the dosage could be gradually reduced. I could not take medicine if I had the chance. .
I was happy and felt it was time to express my gratitude to the great god. So I sent a text message on my phone, asking him if he had eaten, and by the way, I asked his studio address and found it was still very close to where I lived, so I bought my favorite matcha cake and found it at the door.
is said to be a studio, but in fact it is just an ordinary apartment, which is no different from an ordinary residence. It is really unreliable to go directly to the home of a male netizen. I don't know why I did this at that time.
He was a little surprised when he saw me, but he quickly realized it. Then, like an old friend, I asked me to sit down and wait for him, because he was rushing for a job, and it was a little bit too close.
It turns out that the later stage was just a computer and a mixer, and some musical instruments placed on the ground, including electronic pianos, guitars, and some things that they don’t recognize very much.
When he was working, I dared to observe carefully. Except for his unusually fair skin, his facial features were really average.
is the kind of person who will not be discovered even if he throws it into the crowd. For me, who is face-blind, I am even more worried that I will forget his appearance after going out today. But watching him work hard with his headphones and his slender fingers jump happily on the keyboard, he felt like he was glowing.
I think he perfectly interprets what "plastic surgery talent" is.
Later we ate the cake and happened to play the song "Practice" on the computer. I said, "The lyrics of this song sound very touching. There is a feeling that my lover is about to leave, but I can't do anything."
He said: "Yes, this song is about a friend of Andy Lau who suddenly found out that he was seriously ill. Her lover suddenly felt panic and quit his job to accompany her. The lyrics are written in his mood at that time."
Nirvana replied He said, "Luckily, her friend's illness has been cured, right?"
Yes, they are lucky, but how come so many lucky people come from in reality? Didn’t you finally watch your lover leave? There is no chance to see you leave.
I noticed that my eyes were a little sore, so I sucked my nose hard, threw my phone back on the table, stopped replying, and focused on watching the show and eating.
Just a stranger, why do you make yourself sad? Ten years ago, I had no heart and my heart was broken. It’s just that God didn’t let me die, so I had to survive. Yes, live.
Because I do a micro-business, I send a good morning speech regularly every day, and then I will be like a product advertisement. The other time is the same as the normal circle of friends. I occasionally post some moods. Now that micro-businesses are rampant, it will make people disgusted if I post too much. .
When I woke up in the morning and updated it again, I found that Nirvana was also posted on the circle and shared a caption of the song "Meeting": "Meeting you is my most beautiful accident. I have been missing you so much for ten years."
went up and clicked it. Like, comment, "Aren't we supposed to post "Ten Years"?"
didn't expect his message to enter in seconds, "Get up so early? Don't sleep until the sun is at least noon?" The sun is at least noon, haha. After meeting with the great god, we became closer and more topics. I found that he was a person who was extremely unwilling to go out. He had no friends except me, and he always accepted orders through the Internet. I think: It is a waste for people with healthy body to stay at home like this.
I don’t know how much I want to go out to bask in the sun every day, run in the sun, snow in the winter, and play and roll on every lawn. But it doesn't matter. I'm already satisfied that I can walk less quickly on the street and stand up at a constant speed after sitting for a while.
He doesn't like to go out, but I like to go find him.
Once when I went to find him, I found that he was writing a lot of messy code names, programs and other things. He said that it was a gene sequence, and what cells thought of regeneration and division, and returned to new organisms.
I was confused when I heard it, so I thought of cloning the sheep. He said, "It's almost the same, but the genes of sheep are relatively simple, and our human cells are much more complex."
"I don't know yet that you are a biologist. .” I said carelessly.
"No, I just hope to have a chance to survive."
He told me that he had a disease since he was a child called "chronic failure of organs", which roughly means that his internal organs age faster than normal people. He is already in his twenties this year and should have used it almost as much as possible. After he became sensible, he has refused to see a doctor. He feels that it is a waste of time, so it is better to do something he likes.
He doesn't make friends very much. First, he thinks no one will understand his thoughts, and second, he doesn't know when he will die, so as not to be sad for his friends.
I looked at his program and suddenly said, "If all these are regenerated, that is, you can regenerate your organs and even your limbs. That means, if you succeed, people like us will be cured! What awesome! Oh."
He smiled, "Theory is this, but unfortunately I'm just a calculation program and can't experiment. So, it's just an idea."
I looked at him and thought with a smile: It's so funny, one with four limbs Incomplete, the internal organs are healthy, one limb is healthy, but the organs are damaged. It's so cute and naive, let's meet.
He patted my head, "Why are you looking at me lustfully? Do you think we match?"
I like to run to him more and make some food for him if I have nothing to do. My cooking skills are average. Every time I ask him if it tastes delicious, he doesn't say a word, frowning and eating up all the things on the plate. I just thought, it still needs to be improved.
Once I followed the online tutorial to make prawns, cut the shrimp heads and pick the shrimp threads. After working hard for a long time, I finally made it. The color looked a little light. I watched him eat nervously while rubbing it. Rub the slightly sore and swollen knuckles.
After he ate one, he put down the plate, grabbed my hand with a strange shape, put it in my palm and rubbed it gently, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
" Fortunately, I'm used to it, but it doesn't affect my use. ” I answered in a heartless tone that I always said.
He suddenly stood up, held my shoulder, hugged me in his arms, and said softly above his head, "Girl, I fell in love with you, what should I do?"
I slowly hugged him with a strong feeling The waist, on his chest, said, "God, I have fallen in love with you for a long time, what should I do?"
We started to fall in love. Based on the principle that life is short and people who are blind and blind are hard to find, I used the excuse of renting a house It's too expensive to live with him.
This guy looked at me incredibly with his eyes wide open, and I explained, "I just want to rent me the empty bedroom." And he also opened his eyes wide and looked at him pitifully.
He touched my head and said, "I am a night owl, afraid it will affect your rest."
"It doesn't matter, so do I.I work at night and sleep until midday until midday! "
While he had no objection, I held the computer and dragged my luggage into his empty bedroom, and posted the "girls dormitory" on the door.
For several days, Nirvana will be the first time after I posted it. Send a congratulatory message, oh, no, it's a message.
Sometimes it's a simple greeting, add clothes and drink more hot water during the cold weather; sometimes it's a sharing of music and a few words. He speaks quite well with my appetite, and when I have time, I'm free. I would also chat with him a few words.
. I don’t know why, but I always feel that he is very familiar with me, but I can’t remember who he is. One day I was in a good mood and went out to deliver the goods. I took a selfie and posted it in circles. , but he sent another message, "I really cut my hair?" "
was really cut because I married my heart...
Life after living together was very simple. He worked in the living room until the early morning and I dubbed in the bedroom until the middle of the night. Every time I went to wash up before going to bed, I would do it by the way Say good night to him, and then slept until midnight. I got up and cooked something, knocked on his bedroom door and told him to get up.
That day, I forgot to close the door and suddenly remembered that maybe He was heard and turned around and saw him pressing the keyboard seriously with his headphones. He was too lazy to move, so he continued to match it. When I was nervously matching it with "undescribable", I suddenly felt something was wrong.
When I turned around, I found the great god. Relying on the door, my eyes were a little different from before. I actually felt embarrassed to be discovered by having an affair. My whole body was getting hot. He looked at me and said leisurely: "The recording is already very seductive, live version It makes people unable to control it. "
's hot eyes and a low voice, my mind was a little rippling. I don't know if it was influenced by Xiao Huang Wen. I stood up and walked up to him, and stammered, "Well... are tired of recording? Come and eavesdrop on my scene. "Suddenly an idea came to my mind, the organs were slowly deteriorating, then, will some organs be...
This guy seemed to have guessed my thoughts, he could always guess my thoughts, "Do you want to try it out?" Is the organ failure? "The low voice was like a feather stroking in my heart. I held back my beating heart, tiptoed and kissed his lips...
My hair is very long, he always pressed down. When I get up, I always "Oh my God." , "Wow," he shouted, and he always complained that my hair always ran into his mouth. I said, "Why should I cut it short, right?" "
" is fine, so I won't always eat. "
I thought about it, "Forget it, I'll just not cut it anymore, it will look old. "
He smiled again, "Why would you like to cut it after you marry me?" That way, you won't be afraid. "
" looks very good and doesn't look old at all. "
Nirvana message was sent again. What he said always reminds me of the great god, but my great god...
I don't know that organ failure is so terrible. A good person, I was smiling and chatting with you yesterday , the next day, I was lying in the hospital with a tube inserted, and was in a daze.
I realized that he was not an orphan. His parents looked very rich, and looked at me like they looked at the enemy. I dare not leave the god, I didn't dare to fight with his parents, so every time they asked me to go out, I had to stand at the door of the ward.
They walked out and told me to go back, so I had to stand at the door of the hospital. Standing on his parents out, the ward Stop visiting. I stood for too long and my feet and knees were a little overwhelmed. When I arrived at the hospital the next day, there was no one in the ward. The nurse told me that they were discharged.
"I was discharged, not dead," fine. "I said in my heart.
From then on, my great god disappeared in my life and death is uncertain. I think it's right. How can a person like me deserve such a good love? It's enough for a process. I still hope to live a long life?
The house is filled with his breath and his smell. I fall asleep in his smell every day, and I am hugged him in my dreams. When I wake up, I only have a quilt by my side.
I lean on it every day I miss you and live my life. Only when I miss you, can I feel that I have life.
I think of every clip we get along, and the thought of him always smiling at me making a mess, watching me mess up the kitchen, and then eating my innovative tomato stir-fried grapes, and eating my bacon rolls of cucumbers.
Thinking of us going out for a walk, I picked up an extremely small round stone on the road and insisted on going home to make earrings. I smoothed the head of the tack and stuck the stone on it. The nail was too thick to wear it into my ear piercing .
He said he had a solution, so I followed him downstairs.
looked at him convinced the barber shop clerk and put the nail into the gun that pierced the ear and punched himself an ear.
, as big as the ear piercing, he said he only wore the earrings I made, and only he could wear my earrings.
I don’t eat or drink, I fall asleep every day, and when I wake up, I miss him and fall asleep again. I don’t know how many days I woke up, didn’t die, and didn’t fall asleep again. I thought: God still wants me to survive, so I will live.
I moved out of that room and cut my hair short. I married my heart to him. I had to cut my hair short when I got married.
I no longer do dubbing work because that will make me fall into missing.
I was reluctant to stay away from it, so I moved to the building opposite and could see his window when I lay on the bed. Every day before going to bed, I glance at the window and say "Good night". The window doesn't speak, and answers me with darkness and silence.
Sometimes I expect the window to light up, and sometimes I think, it’s better if it doesn’t light up, at least I haven’t lived in someone else’s place.
Before going to bed at night, I looked at the window again. The lights really turned on, and I couldn't even say good night. I thought to myself, "I'm back home, I feel so good." The news of Nirvana interrupted the sadness I had just resumed at the right time, "Get a good rest."
I replied carelessly, "Go to have a bad time," Type in two words, "Good night."
Nirvana does not sleep, and talks to me about science fiction. He asked me, "Do you believe in miracles?"
"I believe that I am helpless in this world, incomplete, and have no life Reason for going down. Isn’t this a miracle?” I replied.
"Don't say that, you are the strongest and most transparent girl, you don't know how attractive you are."
I was moved by his words. I thought, he might not understand me, but he said what I want most Compliments heard. He always seemed to know what I thought, and I became curious about this person.
"Meet me?" He sent another message.
Meet? I can't find a reason to refuse, and I can't seem to accept it.
He seemed to have guessed my idea again, and then sent me, "I'll buy a set of underwear, just use it as a delivery. Make an appointment in a crowded place, either a cafe or a KFC. If I'm not good to you, I'll still You can call for help."
I smiled, touched the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes, and the accumulation of fat on my stomach. Who would be ill of the aunt like me who is ordinary and has a bloated figure? Ordinary women can still work and have children when they are abducted and sold. I can’t do anything, and I don’t even know whether I can have children.
So we made an appointment with a cafe that I was very familiar with. As soon as we walked to the door, we received the message of Nirvana, "Walk against the window on the right, with a white shirt." As if we saw me coming, we looked up to look to the right.
There was only one person sitting in the row of seats by the window, wearing a white shirt, fair skin, and side-faced. The edges and corners looked like the male protagonist in the comics.
was sighing, and he turned his head to look at me and waved at me. I didn't seem to tell him what I was dressing up. Just taking a selfie with a big head, my eyes are really good.
walked closer to look at him, but at the age of twenty-three or four, I had a Korean star's face. I couldn't help but pull the lower edge of my shirt, sucked the air, and sat down straight.
"I'm in a good mood. Have you been sleeping well recently?" I greeted an old friend. Although I am a young man, my feeling of speaking always makes me think he is an uncle.
Especially when I look at me, I always feel a fire burning in my eyes, and I want to melt me. I have only seen this kind of look in the eyes of the great god leaning against my door.
Of course, I will attribute this to an illusion. I still have self-knowledge, unless this young man has any special hobbies... I also met and delivered the goods. After chatting for a while, I got up and said goodbye.
He said let's go together, he will go home too.
Unexpectedly, we went downstairs to my house as soon as we walked. He pointed to the building opposite me and said, "I live there, the twelfth floor is the window with blue curtains."
I looked up and looked again A familiar location, haha, it turns out that I lived in someone else, and I feel a little sad.
hurriedly said "goodbye" and threw Nirvana's fiery eyes behind his head.
At night, I looked at the window with the lights on and I lost insomnia again. The phone shook again, it was the news of Nirvana, "Girl, I miss you."
, what a joke, I picked up the phone and just wanted to reply, but another one chased in, "Girl, I am Yixiang, Cheng Yixiang." The name of the great god.
My mind exploded with a "buzz" and I picked up my phone and pressed wildly, "Who are you? How do you know Yixiang? Is he still alive?" I stared at the screen and felt that I was trembling even my breathing.
"I am really Yixiang, I know it's hard to accept, but you believe in miracles, don't you?"
"How could it be? How is it possible, I can't believe it. Please tell me his whereabouts."
Nirvana did not answer, but just started to tell our stories, our encounters, our whispers, the dark food I made, and even the cinnabar mole on my chest.
I began to believe it a little, but it was still so incredible, "Girl, go home, I'll tell you everything."
I want to go, I have to go, no matter whether he is a perverted young man or not, as long as he has The news from the great god is that I will go to hell.
The room I am familiar with, the familiar smell, the young meat standing in front of me is still the afternoon. He wore stone earrings made by me, and there was only one stone earrings in the world. Only the great god can wear it. It is really my great god. My great god is back.
I spent the whole night in the young man, probably in my great god's arms, listening to him telling incredible things.
He was sent directly to the United States by his parents' plane when he was discharged from the hospital. The secret laboratory of the program he did was not mature at that time, so the people from the institute freeze him.
It was not until three years ago that he received treatment for organ regeneration, but problems occurred during the thawing and his face was frostbite, so he had to undergo facial treatment. After the fusion, it became what he is now.
He was still the body ten years ago, except for the regenerated large internal organs.
I pinched my thigh hard, and it hurt, and he pinched my god hard. He still smiled and watched me make trouble and let me mess around, his eyes full of pampering.
I dare not sleep, for fear of waking up, as if I had been dreaming at midnight, there were only quilts beside me.
Until the day starts to light, I really can't hold on and fall asleep in my arms with the great god. When I wake up, I feel empty in my arms. I shouted "ah" and cried out.
The great god hurriedly ran over from the kitchen, holding a spatula in his hand. I hugged his waist and pressed my face against his chest. He just hugged me and returned to the kitchen, turned off the fire, put down the spatula, rubbed my hair, and said softly: "What, I want to try if other external organs are frozen?"
" .” I stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. (Original title: "Incomplete", author: Literary and artistic women mingling . From: Read some stories every day APP Official account: dudiangushi, download to see more exciting content)
He said let's go together, he will go home too.
Unexpectedly, we went downstairs to my house as soon as we walked. He pointed to the building opposite me and said, "I live there, the twelfth floor is the window with blue curtains."
I looked up and looked again A familiar location, haha, it turns out that I lived in someone else, and I feel a little sad.
hurriedly said "goodbye" and threw Nirvana's fiery eyes behind his head.
At night, I looked at the window with the lights on and I lost insomnia again. The phone shook again, it was the news of Nirvana, "Girl, I miss you."
, what a joke, I picked up the phone and just wanted to reply, but another one chased in, "Girl, I am Yixiang, Cheng Yixiang." The name of the great god.
My mind exploded with a "buzz" and I picked up my phone and pressed wildly, "Who are you? How do you know Yixiang? Is he still alive?" I stared at the screen and felt that I was trembling even my breathing.
"I am really Yixiang, I know it's hard to accept, but you believe in miracles, don't you?"
"How could it be? How is it possible, I can't believe it. Please tell me his whereabouts."
Nirvana did not answer, but just started to tell our stories, our encounters, our whispers, the dark food I made, and even the cinnabar mole on my chest.
I began to believe it a little, but it was still so incredible, "Girl, go home, I'll tell you everything."
I want to go, I have to go, no matter whether he is a perverted young man or not, as long as he has The news from the great god is that I will go to hell.
The room I am familiar with, the familiar smell, the young meat standing in front of me is still the afternoon. He wore stone earrings made by me, and there was only one stone earrings in the world. Only the great god can wear it. It is really my great god. My great god is back.
I spent the whole night in the young man, probably in my great god's arms, listening to him telling incredible things.
He was sent directly to the United States by his parents' plane when he was discharged from the hospital. The secret laboratory of the program he did was not mature at that time, so the people from the institute freeze him.
It was not until three years ago that he received treatment for organ regeneration, but problems occurred during the thawing and his face was frostbite, so he had to undergo facial treatment. After the fusion, it became what he is now.
He was still the body ten years ago, except for the regenerated large internal organs.
I pinched my thigh hard, and it hurt, and he pinched my god hard. He still smiled and watched me make trouble and let me mess around, his eyes full of pampering.
I dare not sleep, for fear of waking up, as if I had been dreaming at midnight, there were only quilts beside me.
Until the day starts to light, I really can't hold on and fall asleep in my arms with the great god. When I wake up, I feel empty in my arms. I shouted "ah" and cried out.
The great god hurriedly ran over from the kitchen, holding a spatula in his hand. I hugged his waist and pressed my face against his chest. He just hugged me and returned to the kitchen, turned off the fire, put down the spatula, rubbed my hair, and said softly: "What, I want to try if other external organs are frozen?"
" .” I stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. (Original title: "Incomplete", author: Literary and artistic women mingling . From: Read some stories every day APP Official account: dudiangushi, download to see more exciting content)
