I hurriedly stood up, walked up to Millet, stood in front of her, and knowingly asked, "What are you going to do here?"

"Get out of the way. ”

The cold tone made me shudder. It makes me regret what I did just now, but this time it's not the time to regret it, but how can I let her dissipate her anger and let her continue to live here, although since she moved in, I haven't said a few kind words to her, but the psychology is that I don't want her to leave here for some reason.

Trying to get through, I didn't get out of the way for Millet to pass, and put my hand on her suitcase. Millet glared at me and said, "What are you doing here, do you want to control your personal freedom?"

"Say whatever you want. "I'm a scoundrel, I'm already a scoundrel in Miller's mind, as long as I can stop her from leaving here, I can do whatever she wants.

"I'm talking about a poop, you get out of the way. Miller said angrily.

"No. ”

"What the hell do you want, scoundrel!"

"I don't want you to go. ”

"What if I have to go. ”

"Unless you step on me. I said without thinking.

"I've never seen you so scoundrel. ”

"Yes, I'm a scoundrel, so don't you just put your hand on your shoulder? As for the people who are so excited and swear to leave? It is as if I have committed an unpardonable sin. ”

"Isn't it?" asked Miller.

I replied, "Even if it is, you don't have to make a fuss and just leave." ”

"You still think I'm making a big fuss, okay, I'm just making a big fuss, then you get out of the way and let me go. ”

"No. ”

"I thought you were a reasonable person, but I really didn't expect you to be such a shameless person. ”

"Whatever you say, I just won't let it. ”

"How can there be someone like you in the world. ”

"How can there be a person like you in the world, isn't it just a hand on the shoulder? I haven't done anything to you, is it necessary to be so unforgiving? ”

"You call it friendly, hehe, it's really all taken by you, I tell you, that's not friendly, that's a hooligan/hooligan. ”

Miller said as she tried to remove my fingers and pull the suitcase away. And I saw that she was moving my fingers vigorously, and her hand was clenching the suitcase even tighter.

How could a little woman have my strength, I moved for a while, and saw that there was no result. Then he paced down and said to me, "You don't let go." ”

I said without showing weakness at all: "It's very simple for me to let go, as long as you promise not to leave here." ”

"Rogue/scoundrel, scoundrel. There is nothing to say to you, you are illegally imprisoned and restricting personal freedom. Millet said to me in a loud voice, turned back to his room, and slammed the door shut.

One morning, I was shut out twice by Miller, and I had indescribable helplessness and entanglement. I don't know if it's because I don't know how to date girls or because Miller's temper is not good in the first place. I stood outside the door, my hands still tightly clutched at Miller's suitcase, thinking about it.

I thought about it for a while, then looked at the suitcase in my hand, and unconsciously felt very lost, this loss stemmed from the fact that I didn't want Millet to leave here, even if she made a fuss and made a fuss、、、、、、

I stood outside the door, and suddenly I was very emotional, life is like a journey, there are always people who keep coming, and some people keep leaving. When the new name becomes the old name, the old name gradually becomes blurred, and it is the end of a story and the beginning of another story, in the continuous encounters and misses, do I understand that the people around me can only accompany me through a near or far journey, but not with my own life, and what accompanies me for a lifetime is my own name and those clear or vague names bring touch.

And I don't want this kind of thing to happen in front of me again, because I have deeply experienced the unforgettable pain, and I understand how painful it is. Therefore, I must keep Millet, so that her name does not become a brief moment in my life, and just disappear in my life journey, and when I think of this, I say to myself: no matter what method is used, I must keep Millet.

But people seem to be two-sided, the newly established self-confidence and ideas are defeated by another idea, some people come and go in life, some go and return, some people are close at hand, some people are far away in the world, some people pass by, and some people go all the way. Maybe they met at the end of one of the two roads, walked together for a distance, and said goodbye at the next fork in the road.

In any case, it is inevitable that the sadness will be scattered at the end of the song. Even if I keep Millet today, I will still be separated one day, so if I still want to keep Millet, I asked myself.

I sighed and said to myself, "I'll talk about it later!" Maybe the current thoughts are superfluous, and after staying in the room for a while, Miller will still choose to leave, so what do I want to do in the future.

But the mind is like a disobedient child, you don't let him do that thing, he just does that thing. My mind is like this now, I don't want to think about the way Miller is going to leave in a while, but my brain is disobedient and keeps thinking about the way Miller is leaving.

Thinking of the way Miller is about to leave in a while, my heart seems to be pricked by pins and needles, and I can't understand this pain, because I only share a house with Miller, and there is no secret relationship that is not known to others, let alone the pain of parting when I break up, so how did I get this emotion, I can't justify it for a while.

If I'm used to being with Millet these days, then I can say with certainty that yes. But it doesn't make me feel this heartbreak because of her departure. I really can't give an account of my own heart.

I began to think that the days of our relationship, although these days were a little unpleasant, but they were still very rich. Thinking of this, I said to myself, maybe it was because I was too lonely, so I was afraid that Miller would leave.

With that in mind, I carried Miller's suitcase to my room, took a cigarette out of the room and lit one for myself, then walked out of the room, locked it, and sat down on the couch.

I did this because I was afraid that when I smoked in my room, Miller would leave without her suitcase. Leaving me alone here to grieve in vain.

I sat on the couch smoking a cigarette in vain, staring at Millet's door with empty eyes. I'm afraid that one of them will walk away if they don't pay attention to Mi Le's appearance.

Time passed after a long wait, and Miller's door was still locked, with no sign of opening. I want to say sorry to her, as long as she doesn't leave here, I can do whatever I want, even if I swear that I will clean the room in the future, I don't have any complaints, as long as I can keep Mi Le. And reassuring her that I wouldn't do anything wrong with her in the future.

I don't know why I was so wronged to do this myself, maybe it was because the pain of separation haunted me once and for all, and I was touched by Alexander, or maybe it was because I was too lonely to bear the loneliness of one. Therefore, I came to keep Miller and let her be lonely with me. Maybe it's selfish, but I don't have a choice in this situation.

This kind of thinking and practice may be as Miller said, I have constituted a crime, illegal imprisonment and restriction of personal freedom, but I really didn't think about it that much in this quarter of an hour, I just hoped that Miller could stay.