This is a game where there is no win or loss, the competition system is no rules, the time is anytime, anywhere, the venue is all over the world, the contestants are everyone, and the name of the game is love. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Chapter 1, Love Forgets Me

I love you to the core, but I'm sorry, my love is not your everything, so I wish me a happy breakup, and I wish you happiness and happiness......

My name is Ye Ziqi, 20 years old, the same age as a flower, but I have a heart that is not like a flower, for love, I try to avoid it, because sometimes, with love, there will be ......

M: "Why did you break up?" ”

Woman: "Why, don't you know yourself?" ”

M: "I don't know. What do you think, how can I be clear? ”

Woman: "Look, you don't love me at all, you don't care about me, otherwise how can you not know what I'm thinking?" ”

Man: "I don't love you, I don't love you, I don't love you, you will work day and night upside down for a brand-name bag for you?" I don't love you, you left your hometown to come to this hellish place for you? I don't love you! I think it's you, change your mind! Slut! ”

So, crash, bell, bang...... Well, sorry, I don't really know how to use onomatopoeia.

Of course, there are also more harmonious ones, such as:

Man: "Let's get married!" ”

Woman: "Let's break up!" ”

M: "Why?" ”

Woman: "Because I don't love you anymore!" ”

Man: "Okay, where are you going?" I'll send you. ”

Woman: "Haha, I scared you!" When are we going to get married? ”

Man: "No, let's break up!" ”

F: "Why?" ”

Man: "Because I found out that I don't love you anymore." ”

Woman: "Okay, can you give me a paragraph?" ”

M: "Okay. ”

Then, when they were in their respective places, they remembered it again, it was already in the past, and they couldn't see the ending clearly, and they couldn't see the beginning.

There may also be such a thing

Woman: "Me, let's get married, okay?" Count me in begging you! ”

Man: "No. ”

F: "Why?" ”

Man: "Because marriage proposal is what men should do, will you marry me?" I beg you! ”

Woman: "Okay, I promise you!" ”

Then hold hands, and then go away, the cape, the end of the world.

Of course, there will be a hundred kinds of love for a hundred people in life, but what about my love? It's like it never came, like, it's forgotten about me.

Chapter 2, Important

"Actually, I like you"

"I know, and so do I."

"Would you like to, then?"

"Why not?"

This is the opening remarks of my first love, I have forgotten who spoke first, but it has only been a few days, but it feels like a few years have passed, I think life is probably like this, girls occasionally coquettish to boys, playing scoundrels, boys are generously accommodating, and the corners of the mouth are always doting. If so, then I guess I'm qualified, and so is he.

Time flies by in a hurry, the occasional seasoning-like quarrel, the occasional little surprise, the occasional occasional always makes the student's life seem less ordinary, but the student will eventually graduate, grow up, and start a family.

Him: "The defense is over next week, where are you going?" ”

Me: "I, I don't know. ”

The future, the direction, the consciousness that a senior graduate should have, I don't have it at all, although he always keeps mentioning it, but in the spirit of the sky falling, there is also the psychology of a big man, and I have not kept it in my heart.

But this time, a week, another week? There's only one week left! What to do? What to do? I looked around uneasily, trying to control my tone.

Him: "I'm ready to stay in the city. What about you? I'd like to hear your thoughts, leaves, I really like you, so, it's important. ”

He turned around without saying a word, leaving me as if I had not heard of me. Does it matter? Does it really matter? Does my thoughts matter? Am I really as important as he says I am?

Yes, I'm really important, that's why he skipped class for me, accompanied me to the doctor, and took care of me day and night; That's why he gave up a long-planned vacation trip for me; That's why he gave up everything that his family had arranged for me and chose to stay in the city that owned me. yes, I'm really important, so this time it's my turn to do it for him? Well, yes, I'm going to do something for him. Because, he is also very important to me!

Me: "I've thought about it, I'm going to stay here too, I'll be with you!" Wherever the wind blows, the leaves drift! ”

I don't know how shocking this sentence is, I just know that it hurts me to hug me, there are a lot of people gathered around me, and my face is very red. I think I'm happy, because my wind hugs me tightly, hugs his leaves, so we are important, mine is also important, he is called, ancient wind.

Chapter 3, The Little Thing Like Work

Gu Feng is a native of Shanghai, but he is a standard machismo, just like his surname, the whole person's personality looks old-fashioned, in his thoughts, women should be at home to teach their husbands and children, such as the workplace, work is a man's world and battlefield, and Gu Feng also has his own capital to say this kind of thing, because of his excellent performance in school, Gu Feng was recruited by a foreign company in the city as soon as he graduated, and the treatment was considerable.

But as a young woman in the 21st century who accepted the idea that women can hold up half the sky since she was a child, she sneered at the idea of the ancient style, and was helpless, and was always naughty and mischievous during school, so she always passed by success during the interview, so she had to raise a dog in a rental room, cook soup, and talk about the "selfless dedication" of the ancient style.

Me: "Wind, how about you look at this job?" "I held my computer and kept looking through the job advertisements.

Him: "Eh, Yezi, today's soup is cooking well, it seems that you have made great progress!" Gu Feng said, gently touching the top of my head with his hand.

Me: "That's, it doesn't matter who I am, I'm a genius little leaf." I boasted happily, restlessly rubbing my head against the ancient hand, forehead, wait, how do I feel, this posture is not quite right! I tilted my head in wonder and thought about it, but I didn't expect to see the little girl next to me who was also tilting his head.

Me: "Ah......! Gu Feng, you uncle! You are a little good lady when you are a mother! ”

There are always times when life is not as good as it should be, so people are used to complaining and also used to being patient.

Me: "Excuse me, is your company still hiring?" ”

Company 1: "I'm sorry, miss, we're full, sorry." ”

Me: "Oh, that's a bother. ”

Me: "Hello, I saw your company's job advertisement on the Internet, can you tell me about the specifics?" ”

Company 2: "Are you applying for the job?" ”

Me: "Yes, yes. ”

Company 2: "Well, that's good, if it's your own, you can fill in the application form directly online on the website to register, the company's treatment we have written very clearly on the website, the specific interview time, we will be in the personnel department after the statistics, together with the notice to you, excuse me, do you have any questions?" ”

Me: "Oh, no, thank you. ”

Life seems to be a bit of a cycle, signing up, interviewing, grocery shopping, cooking, tidying up the room, feeding the dog, walking the dog. Life is like a clockwork clock, turning tirelessly.

It may be that because of the relationship between the old style and the old style, the company I applied for is getting higher and higher, and the scope is getting smaller and smaller, and I once thought that I could endure the transition work, but now it seems to be a waste of time. State-owned enterprises and foreign enterprises are well treated, and well-developed large and medium-sized enterprises have become the paradise I yearn for.

"Since it's a little sister everywhere, why don't you go to a bigger place and see the world." I pretended to be calm and told the ancient style.

Sure enough, the hard work paid off, and a large hostel recruited a large number of English translators and tour guides because of the development of a new tourist line, and I took the opportunity to find my first job by using my three-inch tongue and practical speaking ability.

It's just that when Gu Feng saw my work card, I used my slightly colored eyes to see a rainbow flash across his face.

In this way, I had the opportunity to blatantly run around, and because I was so curious and happy, I didn't see Gu Feng's figure clearly, and I didn't see the direction he was walking until that time.

Chapter 4, Passage

Someone once said that travel is just from a place where you are tired of staying to another place where others are tired, different from the relaxation of tourists and the composure of tour guides, I fully felt the pressure of work when I first started working as a translator, so I had to record some rare words and some Chinese idioms and idioms every day for emergencies, and I began to be busy in my own busyness.

So when I was carrying my suitcase, I passed by that coffee shop that I liked, and I looked at the picture in the window. I realized that I was just busy, and it was just that I was busy.

"You see?" He's still very direct, refreshingly uncomfortable.

"Well, it's beautiful." I kept my head down, as if I had been in trouble every time, and did not look into his eyes, for fear of seeing the honesty inside.

"So, is that the answer?" He gave me a green pepper that I didn't like, and I ate it silently, it was bitter, maybe spicy, and I couldn't stop crying.

That night, we slept separately, that night, I cried and fell asleep, that night, like an invisible knife cut a wound between two people, but forgot to stitch it up.

The next day, we said good morning to each other as if nothing had happened, ate, went to work separately, had a sweet and greasy call at noon, and in the evening we went grocery shopping together, cooked, watched TV series, watched movies, went for a walk, and walked the dog.

It's just that there is less emotion, less purity, and less trust.

I suddenly found out that everyone is an actor, qualified, can win awards, not inferior to any actor or actress, we ********, we choose to forget, we disguise each other, and this disguise is a month.

A month of struggle made me miserable and awakened. I didn't try to explain, but that doesn't mean it didn't matter to me, just waiting for him to confess and let me know that it was just an accident, even if it was just an accident.

I just don't know how to say it, the paradoxical things, the things that have happened or are about to happen at some point. I was afraid, I was afraid, and at the same time with longing, because it seemed to me that it was liberation, mine, his, ours.

It's another weekend, it's a return, it's my own again, and sometimes, I wonder why I choose to run around the world with my luggage alone, and sometimes it's really pitiful.

I ordered a cappuccino, looking at the cup in a daze, it feels good to sit in the corner, and I should spend my time quietly and leisurely.

So when I saw him leading her through the door, I didn't speak, I didn't peep, I didn't be curious, because I knew it was the answer he gave me, and he knew that I would come today, and I said it when I left, and he remembered everything I said.

I glanced at the girl across from him, very beautiful, prettier than me, little jasper, little bird, is the type he likes, is the type he has always wanted to change me into.

I held back my tears, but I couldn't stop them from lightening the color of the cup, and let them take away my last disguise, because this is my time alone, only my time, even if he is not far away, but there is another person in the middle, not to be ignored, bright and sunny.

I packed up my things, everything I could take with me, and I didn't want her to come in and see my footprints later, pointing to his nose and questioning, for I didn't want to hear any adjectives I had in him.

When the door opened, I was cooking, a meal with great care, and I turned on the music to the fullest, trying to hide all the smell. I held the knife as hard as I could, as carefully as I could. I held the shovel and stir-fried, non-stop, quickly, one and two.

He bought back the wine, the kind I liked. I like red wine, but I can't name it, because it's tiring to remember names, isn't it, because of him, so I just say I like it, and he knows what to choose next time, isn't it, because he likes me, so I can do it, isn't it?

We quietly started the last supper, and finally, ironically, I bet he would send me an invitation when he got married, I bet.

"I've already rented a house outside." He said, as always concise, when he said things, he was always like this, simplicity made me want to go crazy, but I don't know if she knows it, his love words are rarely the same.

"Thank you." I took a sip of the dark red, maybe the dark red ****, the color that most resembles blood.

"You're welcome."

He knew me, he knew everything about me, my life, my habits, my subconscious, my little movements, even my every frown, he could guess the different meaning after that.

And what about me to him? I don't know, I smiled self-deprecatingly, looking at the table full of his favorite dishes, maybe that's all, so I was destined to just go through his life, and he was like a terminal that made me not know where to go.

Chapter 5, if you can forget

I moved out of the house alone, and I'll call it home, a home in the past.

Carrying a suitcase that weighed about the same weight with him to the bus stop, he suddenly regretted it, why didn't he let him send me, obviously he said that he sent it, and sure enough, face is a scourge, and sometimes it is undesirable.

As I stood in the doorway with the key to my house, I felt like I had earned it again, and as an ex-girlfriend, I was 'forced' to make a hard deal out of him.

60 square meters of solitary, clean and clean, from the bedroom to the kitchen, to the bathroom, there should be everything, open the refrigerator, there are my favorite drinks, beer, snacks are still hidden in the bedside table, cut fruit platter on the living room table, and a cup of iced coffee.

Tears finally roared at me, and I curled up on the bed, my mind going over and over again those forgotten and past pasts, from beginning to end.

I picked up my phone, flipped through the phone book with difficulty, but I couldn't find anyone to talk to, I began to cry heartbreakingly, no longer suppressing my feelings, I don't know who would take me in, I don't know who would know who would know who I am now, if there were, I don't think that person would appear in front of me now, because he never liked to watch me cry.

When I took the warm towel, I realized that I was so vulnerable, for the feelings I had hoped for, longed for, and avoided as much as possible. I didn't speak, neither did he, he handed over the key that belonged to me in his hand, turned around, and closed the door.

I tried to blink, looked at myself in the mirror, tried to smile, it was ugly.

I decided not to go on like this, I decided to forget, I decided to get myself out of the world and the life that I had him as soon as possible, and those were just decisions.

I still get calls from people who can't find him; I still get asked by my friends about how he's doing; I still meet him at meetings; I still live in that house with his scent.

I don't know if it's brave to run away, but the fate of not running away has made me know that if I continue like this, all my decisions will be in vain.

So I handed in my resignation and sat in a room every day, reminiscing about the past. In my opinion, no matter how delicious things are, they will get tired of eating them every day, and no matter how good they are, they will become disgusting every day. Finally I was sick to myself, when I ate a rotten apple.

I haven't forgotten him, really no, never.

I don't know if this is a kind of obsession, I plan to change the way, starting from the very least, I found a lot of TV series, movies, tragic dramas, idol dramas, watch it day and day, and finally found a way that can make me forget him the fastest, start another relationship 'Chongxi' or cut off all contact, out of sight.

I pulled out my phone and laptop, took two deep breaths, and began my great project of cutting the connection between us. Mobile phone number, couple number, private number, QQ, Renren, MSN, YY, WeChat...... For the first time, I knew that I had so much contact with him, or that the relationship between people turned out to be so ironic and cruel. I started logging in one by one, deleting one by one, and then text messages, chat history, photo albums, status, interactions, and I began to collapse in searching, because every search is a process of recollection, those memories that I can't bear to bear.

I lost control again, on the N+1st time after the breakup, I hugged the pillow and cried, it turned out that falling out of love was such a sad thing, and it turned out that I had so many shadows of him in my life.

I gave up on deletion because I was afraid of memories, so I chose to block. I continued to reach out to my mother shamelessly, bought a new mobile phone, changed all the accounts, and only told a few people. Because in my opinion, there are always a few people who really think about you, and many others will only come out when you are sad, and while asking you to open the wound, they will ask you if it hurts or not.

I started looking for a job, I started working hard, I started running away from the other side of the city. I subconsciously, deliberately, did not touch all the areas where I might touch him.

I started to travel, and I started to use another 'new' identity to socialize, to comprehend, to emotional. I started reading books, reading newspapers, and consciously recharging my batteries. I began to get used to going to bed late and began to enjoy watching the sunset in the evening and the stars in the night. I began to express my emotions in my own words. I began to think that I had forgotten him, every night without him, on every way to work and get off work alone, and every time I saw a figure similar to him, I smiled with emotion.

But I didn't.

If you can forget, how can you prove the original pain, that kind of pain, you just know it, why show it off.

I typed this text on my blog, closed my computer, and curled up in bed in silence until I fell asleep.

Chapter 6 is circuitous

I saw him again in the supermarket after March.

"Hey, what a coincidence." I'll speak first.

"Hey." His voice was still so nice, clean as his light blue coat.

Three months is not a long time, enough for my short hair to reach my ears, and three months is not a short time, and he looks the same as before.

We looked at each other as if waiting for each other to speak first.

"Is she okay?" I couldn't stand his gaze a little and avoided it slightly.

"She?"

"Accompany you to drink coffee, that she!"

"Oh, she's okay, what about you?"

"Me ...... too"

"Oh."

"I've bought it, let's go first, goodbye!" I pushed the car away at the fastest pace, trying to make my back as graceful as possible.

Coincidence is sometimes weird, like coins in Chinese New Year's Eve dumplings, some people rummag through the whole plate without one, and some people spit out one after another, and for me, coins are a bit of a tooth.

Supermarkets, bookstores, gyms, wherever I haunt, it seems that I can start to see him, I don't know if I fantasize about it, or if life can really be so coincidental.

"Let's not run into each other again, shall we? I don't like it. "I took him to the corner of the gym.

"Don't be angry, okay?" His tone was flat, a little pleading.

"Angry? You think I'm angry? "I was a little incredulous.

"Isn't it?"

"We've broken up!"

"When?"

I was asked three months ago? Or four months ago? Still is......

It turns out that none of us said to break up, but the result is already obvious, isn't it? Even if no one said it, it was just that one sentence that didn't come out, didn't it?

"Well, I'll tell you, well." I hate it when people interrupt me, especially in the way of kisses, I swear.

"Will you come home with me?"

"Hmm." I was still angry at the kiss I had just given and nodded subconsciously.

I admit that if I was only very fond of him three months ago, then I must love him now.

After all, if it was so easy to give up a relationship, you might not have cried so hysterically in the first place.

Chapter 7, Confess to Each Other

Three months later, the original warm room became deserted. I only took a simple change of clothes and necessities back, indicating that I had no intention of staying there for a long time.

"What did you give it lately?" I touched the little girl's hair that was no longer shiny and asked.

"Dog food." He replied succinctly, hugging me from behind.

"It hurts." I struggled slightly, not getting the response I expected

"Without her." He kept his voice as low as he could, close to my ear.

"Who." I looked at the little girl in my arms with a weak heart.

"Between me and you."

"Oh."

"It was an accident that day."

"You're going to explain?" I jerked free and stared into his eyes.

"I thought you'd ask." There was pity in his eyes.

"I thought you would say." I decided to keep my anger alive and not let myself sink in his eyes.

"I was wrong." He tried to come up and hug me.

"You're wrong, but I'm wrong, since we're all wrong, let's calm down." I stepped back and stepped out of the range of his arm.

"I'm not going to let go." He grabbed me with some excitement, it hurt, I felt that pain, it hurt from the flesh.

"The premise is that I don't let go." I slapped the hand that made it clear to me and left again.

It's just that this time I also took the little girl, and sure enough, I don't have any expectations that men can take good care of the small animals, because giving the small animals to them is a mistake in itself.

I sat on the bed and watched TV, while eating the snacks he had just sent with my little girl, and it was already early in the morning.

"I think, I figured it out." I took out my phone, edited the text message, sent, checked the number, one, two, three,...... Thirty.

"But I didn't." I looked at the five words on the screen and typed them without hesitation.

"Hey." His voice was low and a little haggard.

"Hey, do you know what I've been up to lately?"

"Yes."

"So, you've really been spying on me all this time."

"It's not really, it's just that the company happens to have a project to do here, let me keep an eye on it."

"You mean to say that spying on me is just a stopper."

"I didn't mean that."

"What do you mean, pervert?"

"I, I didn't mean that, I just wasn't at ease.

"Don't worry, don't worry about what I thought before, what I thought when I drank coffee with her, since it was an accident, don't explain what I thought when I was sad and suspicious, what I thought when I came out with my bag, now tell me that I don't worry, why are you?"

"Without her, it was just an accident."

"Accidents? Then you explain to me, once it was an accident, and what about twice? Every time it's an accident, you think it's you who writes a novel, there are so many accidents every day, so are so many coincidences between you and me also an accident, Master Gu, Master Gu, Gu Daxia, Gu University novelist. ”

"That's enough, what do you want?"

"Break up, I'm going to break up, that's all."

"Okay, I promise you." He replied forcefully, but quickly.

"I am the wind, but I long for stability, and you are a leaf, but I long for freedom, I can't give you the freedom you want, I can only hope that you can find your own tree, a stable and happy life." When I woke up the next day, I was surprised to receive a text message from him, the time was three o'clock, probably the product of yesterday's insomnia.

"I am a leaf, but where to float is my problem, the leaf can not only rely on the wind, the tree, but also rely on the flowing water, soil, thank you for your kindness, also bless you, Gu Daxia!" I hit the send button and went to work.

Chapter 8 I love you, after loving me

I learned about his wedding date from a classmate, and I wasn't surprised that I didn't receive an invitation.

This kind of plot reminded me of the plot in '33 Days', and I thought about it again and again, and since there was really no such thing as a good product in the company, I decided to go to the meeting alone.

I wore that little dress that I had bought with him before, going from circle to circle. There's no way, I was too familiar before, and now although my identity is different, but society is a thing, no one knows who I will bow my head with tomorrow and not look up.

"Leaves?" Baby-faced, standard height, when he speaks, he always has a reassuring smile, and he is wearing a white suit at the moment, and he will definitely be mistaken for Prince Charming from a distance. But I know that no matter what the face is, the inside of this product is definitely an out-and-out tsundere and cute, a rich boy when I first met, and a twisted neurosis after getting acquainted. Lower limit? Moral? Don't be funny, how could he have such an arrogant thing.

"Lin Yuanshou, what are you doing?" I subconsciously retreated, and every time I saw the corners of his mouth forming 45 degrees, I knew that there must be something hidden behind it.

"Well, can you do me a favor?" He rubbed his hands together nervously.

"Say." I took a step back and raised the hem of my skirt with my right hand without a trace. Ya, if you can't provoke me, I'll run, isn't it just a wedding, I can't participate this time, it's a big deal next time, I don't have bad intentions.

"Don't get excited, it's not a big deal, don't you have a boyfriend yet?" He stretched out his hand soothingly, his face full of flattery.

"Have you been tight lately?" As soon as I heard his question, I was angry, put down the hem of my skirt, moved my hands, and glared at him viciously.

"That's good, that's good." He wiped his forehead with reassurance, and then took me to the dressing room while I wasn't looking.

As a result, the entire audience saw the groomsmen in white suits pulling the groom's ex-girlfriend, who looked two or three years older than him, running on the grass. At that moment, it was not just a flashing of imagination, it is estimated that one TV series is enough.

"Makeup artist, she, she, that's her!" Lin Yuan exhaled loudly while gesturing with the makeup artist, and I looked at it for a while.

"Lin Yuanshou, what are you pulling me over, and don't touch my hair." I stared in the mirror at the makeup artist's hands that had made my hair a mess that I had managed to do in the morning.

"Ye, Yezi, you must help with this favor."

"What's the busy, you said!"

"That's it, that old bride, bride."

"What's wrong with the bride, didn't you drink too much and didn't come, or what's wrong, but the bridesmaids are missing, and if you are missing, you are missing, what does it have to do with me." I didn't care about it, and watched viciously as the makeup artist transformed my hair into a very formal shape, and then reacted in astonishment, "However, the bride's bridesmaids are missing, so why are you still standing here, go find it!" ”

“……”

"You're not going to beat my mind, are you? It's impossible, they've all broken up, I can't be so generous as to watch my ex-boyfriend marry another woman in front of me, not to mention that woman has to tie a ring from me, this is too an idol drama! I patted the makeup artist and walked away, "Just kidding, I'm a person who has just come out of emotional hurt, and it's already extreme, limiting, ...... to be able to come to the wedding."

I didn't make it out of the room because I saw the groom coming in a gown, with flowers in one hand and a ring in the other. It just walked straight at me, like a picture I'd imagined so many times before.

I shook my head vigorously, hooked the corners of my mouth, and tried to look like an old friend who came to congratulate me, but before I could speak, I saw him kneeling on one knee in front of me, and I covered my mouth in astonishment to prevent myself from screaming at this boring and bloody plot.

"Marry me, okay? Leaf. His soft confession made me tremble unconsciously. Who will tell me what the situation is, it's too ****** idol drama, I glared at Lin Yuanshou behind me, got an innocent smile, and then covered my eyes in frustration, it's not that the enemy is too strong, I just blame myself for having too big a brain.

After adjusting my mentality, I said lightly, "Give me a reason, I want to know why I want to marry one, there was a misunderstanding and I didn't want to explain, I would rather leave me aside and cry for three months without paying attention, but I watched every day, created a chance encounter with me to meet and forced me to get back together, didn't contact me for a few months, and then used my friends to trick me into thinking it was his wedding scene with someone else, but now he asks me to marry him, a cowardly, ruthless, despicable and selfish person?" ”

"Because I love you." He straightened his back and looked at me with eyes still free of impurities.

"You love me, so because you love me, if I don't marry you, I'll live up to your love for me, right?" I sarcastically mocked him, and also sarcastically myself, how naïve I used to be, thinking that love was the key to solving all problems, but now it seems that sometimes, love is just wishful thinking.

"I don't explain, it's because I believe in the relationship between us, I know you'll think about it, but I don't think it's going to be an obstacle between us, the first time was an accident, the second time was also, the girl was a new employee in the company, the supervisor asked me to take him around the company, I was tired, I happened to go to the café you loved, she said she wanted to invite me to coffee as a thank you gift, just like that, you saw it. The second time, it's because your plane is delayed, you can't get through to your mobile phone, you said you want to go there before you leave, I want to wait for you as a matter of course, but I met at the door, that's all. I haven't seen you for three months because I'm afraid, I admit that I'm cowardly and timid in this matter, that's because I'm afraid of losing you, and I'm even more afraid that you're unhappy by my side, you don't know how much you've changed since you went to work, I don't know how to reconcile your rhythm, so I think maybe we should be separated for a while and calm down with each other. You said that after the day of the breakup, I handed in my resignation, wandered for half a month, just by your side, maybe you didn't notice, I watched you go to work every day, get off work, squeeze the bus, take the subway, and even if I miss it no matter how much, I don't dare to bother, so you are very charming, I realized that maybe I was wrong, we didn't need anyone to accommodate anyone before, I think it's time to change my concept, so I went out to study for two months, and after coming back, I formed a company with my friends, and now the company has started, And because of the novelty of the project, it won't be long before it will be able to gain a foothold, and I want you to watch that day with me, no, every day after us, every day with me. He stared into my eyes and spoke, without blinking, without pausing, as fluently as a memorized speech.

"Did you prepare this in advance? You just want to rely on these few words to trick me into your door? "I was moved, but I still spoke without emotion, no matter how sad I was, things have passed, and what I want to see is the future.

"It's not." He opened the ring box in his hand and handed it to me.

It's a, no, it should be said that it's a pair with a leaf carved on it, a leaf that floats in the wind.

I gently took out the ring, and the two rings stuck together as if they were magnetic, twisted open, took the smaller one, tried it, just right, and then faded off. In the same way, I saw the change in his eyes from expectation to radiance to grayness.

"Do you remember our agreement?" I played with the ring, recalled.

'Yes. The light in his eyes lit up again, and he stood up, took my right hand, carefully bit a circle of teeth marks at the base of his ring finger, and then kissed and put on the smaller ring.

This is what we agreed on on the third day of becoming men and women. If one day, we get married, we have to bite each other's ring fingers before putting on our wedding rings. In this way all our pain will be covered by happiness and we will be the happiest people in the world.

I finished following his example, cried and hugged his shoulders and told him.

"I love you, and after the breakup, I still love you, only after loving me. Thank you for being willing to accept such a selfish me, so that I can be willing to love myself more selfishly, and love you who belong to me. ”