You were in my life, and before you could say goodbye, you left like that!

When I met her, she and her ex-husband had not yet divorced, but according to her, her relationship with her ex-husband had broken down and she was ready to go through the divorce procedures. At that time www.biquge.info I was a little hesitant, thinking about whether I should continue to associate with her, I was worried that others would point at my nose and scold the adulterer, I would rather die than be an adulterer, a gentleman loves a beauty, and should take it in the right way.

At first, I wanted to meet such a woman because she had read a lot of books, and it just so happened that I was also a lover of books, and I had some common language. We usually don't talk about feelings, we just talk about literature. Although I dare not say that I am a lover of literature, I like to discuss some topics about literature. I don't care much about her private life, but I really want everyone to be happy, and I kindly persuaded her that she must have a good talk with her ex-husband, and she will not leave if she can. As soon as she talked about this topic, she seemed very excited and told me categorically: You know a fart!

Anyway, her marriage has nothing to do with me, and I calmly accept her directness. One day later, she told me very indifferently that she had divorced her ex-husband and the court had made a judgment. I was not happy when I heard this, I felt sorry for what happened to her, and I felt helpless for the separation of a husband and wife. For a long time, I didn't dare to have any evil thoughts about her, I didn't want to take advantage of people's danger, I have long heard that the most easily touched time for women is when they are hurt. All I can do is to be a bystander and give some comfort.

In the early hours of a winter morning, you told me that you were coming to my city, mainly to go through some formalities. We've never met before that, we're just friends living virtually. The next morning, you walked out of the station with a suitcase, and I waited on my beloved electric motorcycle. When I saw her, I only thought that her eyebrows were very individual, and I didn't dare to look at other features, so I just picked her up as a friend. She sat behind me, and I rode my electric motorcycle across a few streets to her sister's house, and the cold winter day made us shiver together, and in order to maintain a bit of gentlemanly demeanor, I rode the bike and pretended to be very indifferent, and talked to you without saying a word. The first meeting ended hastily.

Soon after, you came to my city again, and said you wanted to see me. But you always seem to have something to do, and it always makes me feel that you are extremely busy, and I dare not disturb your time even if you want to see me. You took me to the hotel, and I went recklessly, and when I entered your room, you didn't seem to have washed up. You told me to go take a shower and I said yes. You started to take a shower in the bathroom in the room, and I sat in a chair by the window and waited for you, almost falling asleep, because I had just finished the night shift and was indeed a little tired.

While you were taking a shower, I overheard the cigarette case on your desk. At that time, I was a little disappointed, I had the impression that the girls who smoked were not very serious, but I was ready to resist this disappointment, after all, you and I are just friends. You walked out wet and sat down in the chair I was sitting on, laughing nervously while joking and chatting with me, your sitting posture is indeed not very ladylike, but I can tolerate it, because you and I are just friends. We talked a lot that day, in all aspects. We talked until noon, you wanted to go out, you asked me to help you put on your coat, I did so, rarely helped a woman to dress, when we were going to leave the hotel, I smiled and said to you, smoke less in the future, it is not good for your health! You didn't say anything, just perfunctory.

In the afternoon, I invited her to a teahouse, which was quiet and suitable for chatting, and I was so tired that I needed to have a good chat with someone.

As soon as you sit down, you say that you want to buy a pack of cigarettes to smoke, and you are too lazy to buy them, and you want to send me to buy you cigarettes. I said, "Okay, kiss me, and I'll buy it for you."

You talked a lot about the conditions, and then kissed me on the forehead while I wasn't looking. I looked at your fiery lipstick in amazement, and you were smiling at me, and I had to laugh. I was wondering if it would leave a lip mark on my forehead, maybe not, because you kissed me gently.

Since this meeting, I know that my relationship with her has changed invisibly and may have become far less pure than before. When a usually cold woman suddenly shushed me and asked for warmth, I felt a trace of warmth, and I felt a little good for her in my heart.

I didn't really think about the future, because the chance of things is immeasurable. I think it's more reliable to just say that you want to give up your job there and come to my city. I'm glad I could, of course I'm not sure you're here to find me, but you did what you said, and you really quit your job there and came to this little city, and I thought we should be off to a good start.

A dramatic scene happened!

One of us asked for a bowl of beef noodles and chatted while eating. You played a very ordinary joke with me, and I gave a very ordinary answer to the joke. But what I didn't expect was that you would turn against me and make my dignity as a man threaten again. I never want to say sorry, you left with angry steps, I looked at the back of your departure like a knife, but there were no tears, I secretly acquiesced to that back, sooner or later you have to go, it's useless to stay, this time I still choose to let go, you want to go, just go!

We are both too willful, a relationship is buried in our youth like this, fortunately we are not in love with each other, and we can still be separated.

Afterwards, I seriously reflected, neither she nor I were too much at fault, we both chose to be ourselves, and did not give each other too much tolerance, I think, this is the so-called personality tragedy!

One thing I know is that she still has too many merits to commend, except for a bit of arrogance and disguise. Maybe she and I are destined to get acquainted once, but we are destined to be separated. Because it is too difficult to combine, two people together not only need to be in love, but also have the determination to never separate, but also have the fearless spirit of self-sacrifice.

Marriage is actually a science, and she has invested in it, but she has not escaped the punishment of failing the course. And I, still a seeker of this knowledge, are looking for a way to pass the test smoothly in one by one, waiting for graduation.