Chapter 36: The Past

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This is the 31st time I've been someone else's first love. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoWhy should I take it out and write it separately?

It stands to reason that she is the one with the least characteristics, but she is the one I will never forget, I say this, I hope that the remaining 30 girls will not be jealous, although, you have also forgotten to have a period with me, but in my heart, I have always cherished you, perhaps, now among the readers who scold me for being attentive, there is one who used to be my girlfriend, see here, are you in the right seat?

This diary-style novel can only write about what has happened so far, and I will update it in real time about the progress of our relationship.

Feng Xiaoji opened the first diary, which was similar to the first encounter in "9 Things I Know About Zhang Yiru".

She jumped to watch.

There are a few passages that attract her:

It's cold, I said, it's windy tonight, I'm not leaving.

As if he only let out a soft oh, he went to put me hot water and take a bath.

I said it's so cold, can you not wash it?

She said, "At least wash your face!" The blue towel is yours. ā€

I went into the bathroom and saw that the towel was new, so I asked, "You prepared a towel for me in the morning?" ā€

She said she was just prepared.

I saw that all the items in her bathroom were either beige or light pink, and the blue towels didn't fit in with the whole bathroom.

For this reason, I still took a bath.

I can't bear to let her down.

After washing, I called her, and it turned out that she was lying in the guest room.

I said, "I'll just sleep in the guest room." ā€

As he said: "Of course, the guest room is where you sleep, the bed is warm, and you are most afraid of the cold." With that, she got up and walked back to the master bedroom in a trembling voice.

I followed, and she turned around and said, "You're not sleeping yet?" When you get out of bed, it won't be warm. ā€

I picked up a coat, wrapped her up, and said, "You can actually ask me directly why I didn't sleep with you." I haven't slept with you yet, don't you have an idea? ā€

She laughed: "If you want to share a bed with me as soon as you come, I have an idea." ā€

I laugh too.

She told me to go to sleep.

I hid in the quilt, and the quilt had her scent, I don't know if it was a fragrance or not, but I liked the smell.

I've heard that if you like someone's taste, you probably like that person.

After a short while, I heard the sound of a match being struck.

When she found Ikyu's room, she leaned on the bed and struck matches.

When the fire on the match burned to the root, infinitely close to her fingertips, the fire was extinguished, and she sniffed the match, back and forth several times.

I thought it was incredible: "Where did you get the matches?" This thing is already an antique, so it will become extinct. ā€

"For some reason, I like to smell matches," she says. ā€

I chuckled.

She continued, "Have you ever seen the little girl selling matches? For a long time, I also felt that I was a little girl selling matches, my love was my matches, I was selling, no one wanted to buy them, and then, I lit my love one by one to keep warm. At that time, I thought, one day, I will wait for my love, I must light a match, wait for it to burn out in my hand. ā€

I couldn't help but hug her: "I didn't expect your girl to have so many things on her mind, but I'm not here to buy your matches." ā€

She looked up at me.

I saw horror in her eyes, and I probably knew what she was afraid of, so I said, "I am a stove, full of dry wood, waiting for your matches to light it, and then, warming each other, and perfecting each other with love." ā€

She suddenly became shy: "Your words are a little dirty. ā€

I took advantage of the situation to carry her to the bed.

Others are warm to each other, and we are warm to each other.

She suggested that we have some wine, and after I nodded, she called "timely delivery" and ordered a bottle of red wine.

In fact, she didn't know how to drink at all, but she insisted on drinking half a glass.

Then, don't think about it, actually, nothing happened to us.

It's like falling asleep.

Even in this lethargy, she habitually snuggled up to me as usual, only gently resting on my chest, apparently, she was afraid of crushing me.

This will cherish the girl of others, why is there no one else to take good care of her? Thankfully, now I'm here.

In the middle of the night, she seemed to have a nightmare, screamed out, waved her hands and feet, I grabbed her hand, patted her lightly a few times, and told her, it's okay, I'm here.

And she fell into a deep sleep again, like a child.

She also needs to be protected.

When Feng Xiaoji saw this, she sighed in her heart: It's not an earth-shattering love, it's just some daily life, but a few ordinary things, she herself fell in love with Yiru, and also fell in love with the love between the two.

Of course, the premise is that if Ye Suifeng is not hypocritical.

Feng Xiaoji is very concerned, why does such a love finally come to the point where Zhang Yiru forgets Ye Suifeng?

She flipped through a few more pages.

Stay on the text like this:

I thought the nightmare I had that night was just a normal nightmare.

Until yesterday, a man named Mo Bozhong rushed in while we were eating, sat directly opposite me, and said, "Be careful of you woman, she seduced me and called me forged her." ā€

Just like that, two simple sentences can be called as angry and shocked.

Her tears were almost coming down, but she held on.

I picked up the wine glass, poured it directly at Mo Bozhong, then pressed his head on the table, and said, "You apologize immediately now." ā€

As if she was startled, she didn't expect me to react like this, and she was extremely nervous to stand aside.

Mo Bozhong argued, picked up the knife and fork on my desk and shook it, and pierced my plaid down jacket.

As if I was afraid that he would hurt me, I hurriedly snatched the sharp weapon from his hand, and I tried my best to refuse to let go.

At this time, the hotel staff also came over and told me to let go.

I said, "This person came in and insulted my girlfriend for no reason while I was having dinner with me, and I just asked him to apologize." ā€

The hotel manager also came and said, "You shouldn't have done it anyway." ā€

I yelled, "He should have done it when he was slighting my girlfriend in the first place?" ā€

The hotel manager is also a woman, she glanced at Yiru, and saw that Yiru didn't look like a water-based poplar person, so she pulled her mouth and said, "You can do it yourself, but don't affect our guests." ā€

Mo Bozhong saw that no one came to help, so he hurriedly said, "Let it go, what is there to say." ā€

I slapped him in the face a few times vigorously and said, "Aren't you just bullying someone a single girl?" Let me tell you, one day with me, do you dare to touch half a hair of him to try? I'll kill you and turn yourself in! ā€

I saw Mo Bozhong's frightened face, so I let it go, he walked away, such a toad, no matter how lonely he was, he would not want to seduce him.

I walked out of the door for a long time before she said: "Ah Ye, he didn't force me, he just moved his hands and feet, we had a lawsuit over this, and he simply pestered me later, every time I wanted to have a relationship, he had to kick it in." ā€

I smiled slightly and asked, "How many mistresses did he scare you away?" It seems that I still need to thank him, if it weren't for him, I would have been cut off a long time ago. ā€

She was amused by me.

I took her hand and said, "Like, I do mind what he did to you, because I don't allow him to bully you. ā€

She burst into tears.

Such a person who usually holds back tears when he has any grievances, but today he cried like this, I directly pulled up the corner of my clothes to wipe her tears, she said: "Those people in the past were scared away by Mo Baizhong's words. ā€

I burst out laughing: "Are they all fools? Completely out of your own judgment? ā€

It's like burying your head in me and saying, "They're not stupid, they just don't love me." ā€

At noon today, I went to Yiru's house for dinner, and when I turned over the plaid down jacket, I found that the place that was pierced by Mo Baizhong yesterday had been pasted with transparent glue.

I laughed, yesterday I called Yiru to throw this dress away, saying that the down jacket will fly out if it is pierced, don't want it. She was reluctant to throw it away, and she didn't know how to sew and mend it, so she used a tape to stick it on.

In this day and age, there are still people who cherish a piece of clothing like this?

Oh, by the way, last night, I was hit on my knee by her corner cabinet when I went to sleep, and today, she wrapped all the corners in the house to protect the edges.

I've only seen this kind of horn protector in a family with small children, and I suddenly feel like a child.

Feng Xiaoji thought it was a story of wind and fire, but after reading these two diaries, he found that they were all fine daily life, but after reading it, he really hoped that these two people could go to the end.

Why did it end up like this?

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