There were so many people at the station that I couldn't let them laugh at me when they saw my wolf bèi. _Bar_w·w-w·.

If Annie Qian was here now, she would definitely not want to see this scene.

I had to go home, and even if I cried, I had to hide in my house and cry a lot.

Dragging my cold body, I got into the taxi, and when I came back this time, God didn't seem to care for me.

Although I didn't pay much attention to the traffic lights, it only took me 40 minutes to get here, and it took me an hour and 10 minutes to get back.

It's been half an hour, and I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't waited at the traffic light.

When I got home, I closed the doors and windows tightly and took the notebook she had left for me.

Coming to her room and sitting on her gimmick, I opened the notebook.

When I saw the title page, there was a comic picture that I felt when I bought it: a woman holding a man's hand and looking at the man a little shyly.

There is a line of words below the painting: I came to you just to know, know, love, and accompany you.

My tears couldn't stop flowing, my heart really hurt, it hurt.

I thought it was impossible to cry for feelings anymore, but I didn't expect that Qian Annie would make my ring break again and again. 8ｗ-ｗ`ｗ-．=

Qian Annie, my vixen, you came to me in the name of fate, why do you want to leave me now?

You have met me, known each other, and loved each other, but why are you not with me forever?

Do you know that reading this memory book will break my heart again.

But even if I know that it will be broken, I still can't help but remember the beauty of our relationship with you, do you know this miss of mine, this lovesickness of mine?

Turning the title page, I saw the piece of paper we first used to draw pictures. It turned out that she didn't tear the paper off, and even it was kept in the notebook.

Turning the pages and looking at it bit by bit, I felt like I had returned to the years when I first met her.

She came to my stall. He asked me, "Boss, how did you get the e-book here?" ”

Her beautiful voice is still so beautiful even in her memories.

"Two for one dollar." I don't cut prices because of her beauty, I was just trying to make money at that time, and I didn't care about anything else. At that time, I thought that money was the most important thing in life.

How could I have imagined that I would cry for her today? What is it necessary to give up money for her sake?

The scene changed, and she moved next door to mine: "Ahh ＞>8ｗ=ｗ`ｗ`．· y-a-w-e=n'8-.'c'om pervert. ”

Her screams, as well as the hammer she discarded, and the self-protection of her second-hand breast, are still vivid.

My favorite vixen, this qiē seems to be just yesterday, how can you bear to leave me for this little pimple in your heart?

Looking at it word by word, every bit of our joy and anger is in it, which makes my cold heart gradually have a trace of warmth.

My favorite vixen. Do you know that only you, only the memories of you and me can make me feel warm, can make me feel the fulfillment and happiness of life, come back quickly.

I've always considered myself a strong person, especially after starting a business with Brother Pig and going a lot to get some accumulation, I don't think there is anything left to make me cry.

But I didn't expect that in the face of the letter that Qian Annie left for me and the previous memories left for me, my tears would flow so presumptuously. So careless.

Turning over the pages one by one, all of them were exactly the same content from another book, and this one was really what she had picked up at the beginning.

No wonder I put the new book under the stone that day, and she was able to return to the same place.

It turned out that she was doing what she was doing. The works that come out of the gourd painting are, of course, no different.

Why didn't I think of it in the first place? I stupidly thought she had a good memory.

Qian Annie, my favorite vixen, you are like me, you can't bear to ruin this beautiful memory of our together, right?

Even if it's just a piece of paper with several drawings on it, you can't bear to throw it away, right?

But why did you leave me so cruelly? Isn't the suffering of our feelings enough? Are you going to test me again?

The contents of this book are the same as the other one.。 Without the superfluous content I was expecting, could it be that the book she left behind was just a memory of our past? Isn't there anything else?

It can't be, there must be some, I don't believe it.

Turning the page again, sure enough, there was still content, and the exact time was marked on it.

It seems to be her diary, but her time is the day we first met.

She sat in front of me and talked to me that day, and I was so happy that I deliberately wrote down the day.

I didn't expect that the diary she left behind also started from that day, could it be that she wanted to tell me: sitting in front of me that day, she was equally happy and happy, because our fate unfolded there?

Qian Annie, my favorite vixen, is that so?

At this moment, you are far away, can you know that I am reading this memory book you have left behind, and I am thinking about you madly.

And you, too, miss me?

Time: A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, theme: the beginning of fate, mood: in the haze, there are happy fireworks flashing, but there is great indignation

I don't remember when I first met him, but looking back now, I always feel as if I met him a long time ago, maybe this is what people call fate, right?

I know he'll look at me every time I walk in front of his stall, and he'll blush when I look at him.

It's funny that a big man is still so shy. It's been a long time since I've seen such a shy man.

Maybe we should call him a boy? In my impression, many men are thick-skinned, and their famous sayings of benevolence are that they are thick-skinned and can't eat with thin skin.

Well, I think it's better to call him a boy, a boy who is as pure as white paper.

Maybe I wanted to see if he was really as white as I thought, or maybe it was the arrangement of fate, but I sat in front of him at the end of work today.

Looking at him up close, he was a little shy, but he was still quite delicate.

But it's not what people usually call a cream boy, but luckily it's not the type that this girl hates, otherwise I'd be sick for days to sit in his chair.

I don't understand, many men are good and great husbands, why should they compete for positions with our charming half of the sky?

Is it easy for us women to bully? A bunch of guys with missing egos. (To be continued.) )