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Spring in Britain is too late, but it is still blooming.

What did the poet Haizi say?

From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

Yes, I hope, from tomorrow onwards, that I will tell everyone that I want to live happily. I also bless you Pingwei, may you have a brilliant future, may you be happy in the world, and may all lovers eventually become married.

I also want me to start tomorrow, facing the sea, and the spring flowers will bloom.

The so-called love, in this materialized world, is advertised to only survive for eight months. Eight months is long enough, compared to my love.

Love is a disease.

As for me, I still want to, and I must, survive the disease.

It's just that my illness is now, and it suddenly dawns that my disease is terminal cancer, and it's no longer love at all. Sickness, in moderation, and mine is dead. Therefore, I want to be reborn in Nirvana, I want to cross over, I want to turn into a wisp of green smoke, possess into the body of a happy person, face the sea, and the spring flowers bloom.

Actually, I've been thinking about it all along. Why do you always strive for what you can't get? A woman who doesn't believe in love at all, but always wants to get the so-called love, is itself a terminal disease.

So I'm going to forget.

But I can't sleep at night, I can't forget it.

The male classmate said that in his opinion, the best way to forget is to make up his mind to socialize, have sex and live together with men.

Can I still be a housewife-like cohabitant? I have made up my mind, tomorrow I will face the sea, and the spring flowers will bloom.

I'm going to give it a try and see if I can still play the role of a live-in girlfriend.

Life is like this, what more can a husband ask for?

What was once a dream is now unsustainable. Besides, in the beginning, did the kind of affection that I had with Pingwei or the affection for each other exist? No. It's definitely wishful thinking on my own.

What about male classmates? Will it be a pseudo-real love first, and then a real release of youth and bravery? I really can't think of it, where am I? I feel that male classmates are just suitable, just quite, just needed.

Well, tomorrow, I'll start this cohabitation in a foreign country.

Beautiful things always end up boring, just like ** are all shriveled and droopy at the end. The acceleration of love will inevitably make her tasteless, and it may only be a transaction. Status, status, money, character, personality, and knowledge are just the same.

It just so happened that just now, the encounter was neither early nor too late.

It has been said that true love is divided into seven realms: lust, spirituality, romance, practicality, philosophy, durability, and reason. If you want this relationship to last, you must experience these seven realms at the same time. But what about mine?

Even if he loves, he loves obscenity and shrinks his head.

Never, he did not dare to openly say that love.

Never, he didn't dare to do it publicly, for love.

Perhaps, he does not love at all, or he is afraid of losing a wife's love, losing children, and losing friends. I really don't understand why he, who has a wife, children, and a career, why did he come to England to study for a doctorate? Why did he buy a villa by the sea? Is it really a paradise of love for me alone?

Hehe, what a realist, everything comes to him, I hope it doesn't become hypocritical and timid.

It's just that I'm a little unwilling. Is my love, or his love, unspeakable?

I'm a wonder. Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains. Dare to love and hate, dare to say and do. It's all or nothing. It is better to break the jade than to seek the whole tile. If you don't try it, how can you know? Hypocritical and cowardly love, or love at all, in the end, there is no at all! The big deal is that you are still alone and alone.

Originally, where I came from and where I went back, I was not particularly disappointed. To put it mildly, in a man's life, he doubts that he can only have one marriage? Elites should have love, even if they have a wife and children!

But I, a little woman, actually wanted to get a perfect "wedding photo". Could it be that he wanted to carry out the shame to the end, and the lesson he gave me was not profound? The male classmate would flatly refuse, isn't it a shame? He was just worried that his wife and children in China would find out.

Stop believing in the so-called love, there is only hate in this world.

Pingwei should be the one who knows this most clearly.

A silly woman, don't continue to be stupid. He doesn't take care of you as he looks, but you still decide that from tomorrow onwards, facing the sea, spring flowers will bloom.

If you think about it, you really can't like someone anymore, especially not - if there is love.

Otherwise, you will be led by his nose, and you will be in a mess, like a magic wand point, and you will not be able to do it yourself. Even since then, he has no own thinking, no own career, and no joys, sorrows, and sorrows. Always be centered on him and be with him.

He is the whole world, and when we are not together, the world is one he.

If you love someone too much, you will be unprincipled and conniving.

He will also ignore people's efforts for him, and will find people annoying, too impersonal, and lazy, lazy, and annoying.

Man has lost himself and has to be deeply despised by him, neglected, and even ~

If you love someone, don't think that they will do the same, love you with ten points.

This is the emotional summary of me, Hao Yanran's treatment of the iron-clad man in China. Now, he can share it in a foreign country, right? It seems that it is absolutely impossible to completely forget him. So today, just like Mr. Lu Xun, let's have a commemoration for forgetting. Starting tomorrow, I will face the sea and the spring flowers will bloom.

Of course, of course, I wish I had a love. If there is love, then love should be unreasonable, and therefore love is absolutely unequal.

If you fall into it first, it's like a moth to a fire. Tell yourself, flick the heavenly spirit cover above your eyes with your fingers, be awake, be vigilant, be vigilant again. Don't be like me.

You must know that your future is still on your own, and you still have to rely on yourself for everything.

Be sure to leave a little sobriety for yourself, leave a little love, and love yourself.

Give him room to breathe freely, and also give himself a blank space.

At least there is a realm where the vast white earth is really clean. Otherwise, after the moth loves like a fire, who will clean up the mess in that place?

It is enough to love someone, love to three points.

The remaining seven points should be used to love yourself.

So, I'm going to run away from my him. I'm going to start all over again tomorrow.

We should look at each other from a distance, maybe only in this way can I feel at ease, be down-to-earth, and not have to look back at him in prison in China!

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, anyway, I didn't expect that my him would actually go to prison like this!

However, remember, starting tomorrow: if you love him, give him three points, and keep the rest, to yourself!