I drank all the wine, threw it out, and fell into the river, without making a sound.

She's still alive, but she's alive, why can't I feel her presence?

I went back to the door, I didn't dare to go in, I bought beer, lay on the door, smoked and drank.

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes and drinking a few cans of wine, tears fell inexplicably, and after a while, the door opened, and she walked out of it, looked down at me, slowly squatted down, and reached out to touch my face, "It's been so long since I've been back, why don't you come in?"

I put my hand on the hand where she touched my face, and it was a real feeling.

"Huh?" my voice trembled, and I asked her, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

I looked at her, and she smiled, "I'm human, the person who loves you the most in this world!"

I knew that she must still be alive, and I laughed, and the laughter was painful, and I felt that she was different, and I wanted to get back the way I used to feel, "I want to be the way I used to be!"

From that first glance, I knew what she looked like.

I grabbed the cigarette case, knocked it on the back of my hand a few times, and handed it to her, I still remember when I was in school, we smoked together in front of the window, and I had no objection to her smoking.

"Huh, let's smoke one!" I pleaded, she reached out and pushed back, "I never smoke!",

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly, tears poured out wildly, I turned my head, my hands on the wall, bang, bang, bang, I wanted my head to break the blood.

I lay on the ground, my fist hit the ground so hard that I cried out, "Ahhhh......h

I gritted my teeth, the cigarette case in my hand was flattened by me, I raised my face, I didn't care about the tears on my face, crawled to her feet, I really couldn't stand it, I touched her feet, I was begging her, "Please don't torture me, tell me, who are you?"

"I'm who I am, have you forgotten me?"

I looked at her in a demented state, she was also in some pain, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

How could I forget, but she's not her!

I knelt on the ground weakly, buried my face in my arm, ahhhhh--h

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(Tianjin)