Ever since Xingya had that sense of déjà vu for the first time, she had an indescribable feeling about this much-anticipated wedding, like fear, worry and resistance, and every scene seemed to have been experienced in her dreams.

The hotel, the layout, the style of the wedding dress, and even the shape of the wedding photos all have a very mysterious sense of familiarity, Mr. Huang is very active in preparing for the wedding, Xingya dare not tell him these inner worries and discomforts.

But after all, this is something that Xingya has been looking forward to for many years, the ideal male god, the ideal relationship, the wedding as she wishes, except for the unspeakable bed, she has nothing to complain about.

But in fact, when she reaches a certain age, this kind of thing will become unimportant, but Xingya at that time didn't understand, after reading a lot of romance articles, she still looked forward to practicing it herself.

After trying on the wedding dress, Mr. Huang thoughtfully sent her home, still did not stay overnight, imprinted a kiss on her forehead affectionately, and left, Xingya has given up trying, maybe he is just more old-fashioned and unwilling to do these things in advance, Xingya comforted herself, such a man, how rare.

When Teacher Huang got home, he sent a message to Xingya to ask her to go to bed earlier, and Xingya also gently replied with good night, and then quickly turned out Jiang Wuyun and asked him what progress he had.

Jiang Wuyunzi carefully reported his results, Mr. Huang, single, no bad habits, because of his elegant temperament, very popular with his classmates, of course, there are also bold female classmates, secretly send some love letters, and I didn't see any reaction from Mr. Huang, I should still go to class, and there is no feedback.

But he also took care to protect the privacy of those female classmates who sent him messages and love letters.

"Does he have any other invisible girlfriend?" Xingya was not very relieved, she thought about it, and asked again: "Do you have a boyfriend?" The deepest worry in her heart now is not actually Mr. Huang's cold bed, but whether he is preparing for a formal marriage? This is too much of a tangible marriage.

"I didn't find out that he had a lover with the same surname," Jiang Wuyun replied truthfully: "It should be said that he doesn't seem to be able to see the orientation." "That's true, Teacher Huang's performance is completely a saint, he doesn't sit still, Jiang Wuyun secretly went to audit his class, the female students of the higher vocational school are very good at dressing up, even Jiang Wuyun will take a few more looks, but Teacher Huang will never look at anyone more.

"Then does he have any problems in that regard?" Xingya's words were deleted, deleted, and finally her heart went out, she believed that Jiang Wuyan's professional ethics would not be discovered by Teacher Huang.

"My friend in the hospital has already helped to check whether Mr. Huang has seen any records of this disease. Jiang Wuyun replied, but this lack of records does not mean that he has no problems, but unless he is willing to go to the hospital for examination, no one can know whether there is a problem.

Xingya also understands very well, but as long as she is sure that Teacher Huang is not married, she will let go of her heart for the most part, as for some questions, let's take a step at a time.

This knot was untied, and another knot in her heart was bothering her again, Xingya could even tell the details of the next wedding arrangement, everything seemed to make her dream come true, and she herself didn't understand, wasn't this a dream come true? Why did she feel like she was in the clouds?

Everything went so smoothly that it was so unreal, so empty that it couldn't grasp a grain of sand.

Who was she, where, and had she had such an experience? Was there anything she had forgotten?

Xingya began to suffer a little bit about gains and losses, and every time she went on a date, she had to see Teacher Huang in her bones, for fear that he would turn into a puff of green smoke and disappear.

Her nervousness and worries were also obvious to Teacher Huang, and he asked Xingya gently and meticulously if there was something he did that didn't do well enough to make Xingya feel insecure, but Xingya had no way to say the two reasons.

In the evening, Mr. Huang posted a photo of holding her hand in the circle of friends, the ten fingers of the two people's hands were clasped, and the engagement ring announced to the world that they belonged to each other.

Xingya looked at this photo, her nose was sour all of a sudden, her eyes were red, and Teacher Huang sensed her insecurity, which was telling everyone that he was already famous, and they were very affectionate and were about to get married.

Xingya can imagine how many little sisters will cry tonight, and how many girls who love Teacher Huang will have insomnia all night, how lucky she is to have such an excellent man.

I pressed down on the thoughts and thoughts in my heart, and told myself every day that this was a once-in-a-lifetime wedding, so I had to cheer up and look forward to it, and Xingya was barely able to cheer up and be a happy bride-to-be.

The wedding photos were sent, and the two of them smiled so much that they even wanted to buy them back to make samples, of course, maybe every one of their customers would say that, but it was just a kind of rhetoric, Xingya thought vigilantly.

But when she opened the zip package and saw the photo, her brain buzzed, and the feeling of déjà vu in the photo appeared again, Mr. Huang's face became blurry, and she didn't know who she saw.

When she came to her senses, the photo was still on the computer screen, and nothing had changed.

Xingya felt that there was something wrong with her, and she also mentioned a little bit of her déjà vu, Teacher Huang smiled and said, "I thought I was the only one who felt this way, but I didn't expect that we were destined to be together." ”

She thought that Mr. Huang said this just to make her feel at ease, the so-called late meeting, love at first sight, would not have such a sense of familiarity of going through the process again.

She must have been somewhere, with whom she had done these things, or had said these things.

Xingya felt that if she didn't find out these problems, she would go crazy, and no matter what she did, it would be as if she was just walking the road she had traveled again, and this feeling consumed all her expectations and surprises, making her life extremely boring.

The day before the wedding, she stood on the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window, drank most of the bottle of red wine alone, she watched the waves crashing on the shore, and suddenly wanted to escape from marriage, this is how many girls' dreams, but she actually wanted to escape from marriage, the other party is her absolute ideal, but because of some inexplicable circumstances, she actually wants to give up this wedding, such a waste of opportunity, will be thundered by the sky!

There was a large rattan chair on the balcony, she curled up in it, the moonlight shone on her, it was cold and cold, she pulled over a thin blanket, hugged the blanket in the rattan chair in a daze, she suddenly became timid, and wanted to escape.

Do you really want to run away from marriage? She asked herself, did she really do such a damned thing?

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