Chapter 152: Diary of a Time Retrograde II

I'm going to focus on this journal.

Rather than a diary, this diary has long been detached from the attributes of a diary.

The so-called diary records things as simple as possible, and so the actor.

It's nothing more than playing cards, quitting "playing cards", and then quitting "quitting playing cards". Or look at the girl's thighs or something like that.

However, looking at the leg, there is nothing to record. It is a kind of happiness to be able to forget the thighs you have seen in the blink of an eye.

For example, Chrissy's thighs. Thin and long, like precious and fragile porcelain.

Chris?

Yes, Chrissy if correct. That's why I kept this diary.

To paraphrase another master, I felt the need to write something.

I don't see Chrissy anymore......

I don't know how long,

The hardest thing for me to forget,

It's her thighs.

Wait, it seems a bit of a hooligan.

Throwing it into the country, it seems that it is still a crime to be a hooligan.

Well, it's easy at the beginning, and it's heavy at the back.

It's the 28th of 2018, and tomorrow is a new month. It's Beijing time, and no, it doesn't matter what time it is. It's not the time that's important, it's the story.

I met Chrissy at university, the daughter of a head of a family in another major, something I learned much later.

is different from the poor boy and Bai Fumei who overcame a lot of hardships and ended up together. Like my character, the quintessential tragedian, that's why we end, well, let's call it the end, our end is also a tragic end.

Of course, the so-called tragedy is only for me.

Just as the same person will not have any feelings for passers-by, let alone any sense of obligation. She should be like that to me. At least, for now, I hope she is.

It is true that deep down in my heart, I have long seen the ending, and I also have the consciousness to accept reality. It was something that was not necessary, but I didn't try it, and I was unwilling.

Of course, a temptation is a temptation. Sure enough, women are able to see through men in an instant.

The final result was exactly as expected. But I'm still not reconciled.

In itself, I think maybe she can save me a lot of years of struggle, but is it because of this reason that I like her, or because I like her, I found out that there is this benefit of being with her. I can't say that myself.

However, I feel very disgusted to mix things like love with realistic factors.

But fortunately, the temptation of her, even if it was a failed temptation, I only did it at the moment when everything was settled. My fate with Chrissy has come to an end, and I will soon become me in two worlds with her, and a temptation is only the final farewell ceremony.

At this point, I am quite satisfied.

The story about Chrissy is not the point. But I can't escape talking about her. To summarize it briefly.

Loved, hated, complained, satisfied, and finally, it can be regarded as forgetfulness.

What I'm going to say this time has nothing to do with Chrissy.

This time, I'm going to talk about a woman named Wen Yade.

She and Chrissy are from the same city. I only found out about this later.

I like a woman, and I'm always a little bit passive. I like it first, if I like it, I can't do it, and then I'll collect her information.

She has the same personality as Chriss. But that's not what I like about her.

The reason is, she is also beautiful.

At first glance, it seems to be a different style from Chrissy, but when you taste it, the thing of being beautiful, no matter how beautiful, is the same thing.

It started out of an accident, or a play. Winyard and I came together.

I tested her. Unlike Chrissy, I got a different kind of feedback.

It feels good now, and if we go further, we might start a family and raise children.

Winyard and I strolled around campus, and the others didn't have a partner, and I did, and that's class. Just like Chrissy and I are in two completely different worlds.

This is the cheapest act of love, which does not require any money, holding hands is enough. Maybe others are envious and some turn a blind eye, but I'm happy to think that they all look at me jealously.

This is the cheapest, and likewise, the most expensive. Because, completely detached from money, it is black and white. In other words, holding hands with Wen Yade in Yang Guangxiang is a luxury.

If you are a little younger, you will definitely choose the "continue" button before getting to know Chrissy.

At the end of the day, I'm mature in Chrissy. If I can maintain this way, I will be content for a long time. Moreover, if the object is Wynyard, I don't have the right to take the initiative to speak.

At the time of accepting my temptation, I had already handed over the right to speak to Wynyard. Of course, I don't use my actions to tell her my heart all the time.

Women's feelings are always sensitive, and if she can get them and is willing to answer, I'm sure she'll forgive me for not being able to open my mouth.

Although the woman takes the initiative to speak, she always feels a bit of a scumbag attribute of "not taking the initiative, not refusing, and not answering". But I had already made up my mind, and when she spoke, I would give her the rest of my life.

Like a dream, I have been so entangled and ambiguous with her, I enjoy this ambiguity, and she does not show any intention of resisting.

However, what I had feared at the beginning happened.

Chrissy and Wynyard still meet.

It's not like the imaginary Shura field.

Chrissy borrowed Wynyard from me for a moment and said a few words. I believe Chrissy is saying good things for me.

But I always had the feeling that I had lost not only Chrissy, but also Wynyard.

I stared at the two men. Feel like a puppy waiting to be bought and sold.

Eventually, Wynyard came back to me.

I put all my energy on Wynyard, as if I had forgotten Chrissy.

Then I learned that Chrissy and Wynyard grew up in the same yard. Wynyard seemed to be unconcerned and asked me why I didn't tell her that I had also pursued Chrissy.

What can I say about that.

I can't help but say it.

"I met her in college, so I ......"

I didn't finish it, or I didn't finish making it up, but Wynyard didn't care.

As if to forgive me, Wen Ya pulled me and whispered a few bad words about Chrissy, which were not very excessive, or very objective.

I coped ambiguously, reluctant to speak ill of a woman I had loved or had loved. However, I dare not argue with it. I can only gossip and listen to her stories of the past.

Wynyard and I continued walking.

Then my phone rang.

I woke up from my dream.

It was discovered that Chrissy and Wynyard were actually a person.

Chrissy is Chrissy Wynyard.

And Wynyard is a Chrissy in my mind that comes out of my mind. It's mine, it's perfect for me, it's not real, Chrissy.

Waking up from a big dream is the reason for the alarm clock on the phone.

However, I don't know if it's a sweet dream or a nightmare.

I suspect that last night's spring dream was good. Then I got up and found myself still alone. It's a good dream, a good nightmare.

The romantic holiday of Hepburn and Pike on the Roman holiday ended up being just the separation of the princess and the reporter. Is this an illusory dream, or a real nightmare?

I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference.

I know that Wynyard was created, and that's why I really like Wynyard. But, what about Chrissy?

Do I continue to love Chrissy or do I hate her? I don't know. All I know is that I haven't forgotten her.

I don't know what kind of feelings I have for her, I just think it's necessary to write something.