"In fact, everyone knows that the most ordinary life with a true lover is out of reach and within reach, but the right and ideal are out of reach"

"So who is she?"

"What she?"

"The girl you want me to replace. ”

“..”

"You say, you say!"

The girl was hysterical, and Ping An lowered her head and was silent.

"Do you know? I've already spent all my savings for you to protect myself, yes, I understand, I know, I'm dirty, I'm a piece of garbage, I'm the lowest in the world, the most disgusting reptile, but I want to try, I love you, I'll tell you to answer you now, surnamed Ping, I love you! It's that I want to give you my life I want to have a future with you, even if you don't look down on me, I'll follow you, and accompany you to find your real girl, I'll go, okay?"

Hysteria, crying and grievances, more than 19 years, half a year and six days.

Who wouldn't want to be kind if they could?

Ji Nu has been bitter, bitter for more than ten years, on the snowy night of the Spring Festival, Ji Nu leaned on the windowsill of her Qinglou boudoir and curled her legs to look at the snowy night. Eyes facing each other, safe silver hair, falling pure white snowflakes, black tunics, standing straight in front of the Qinglou and looking at Ji Nu, the background is very good, the falling goose feather snow and thousands of lights, fireworks finally withstood the cold wind and the snowflakes against the current bloomed in front of people's eyes into bright sparks swaying in the night.

spent a lot of money, and only took Ji Nu to eat a hot pot and drink a bowl of red spirit flower tea.

For the next three years.

Ping An took care of her, except for Ping An Bustard, who no longer sold this dead fish-like but amazing-looking to anyone.

From the beginning of questioning and temptation, to looking forward to hope, in the end full of joy and rebirth, Ji Nu's dusty eyes regained their luster, shiny, and Ping An liked it very much.

Since she really moved into a safe house, Ji Nu still goes out to work every day, like a wife learning to take care of this only two people... It could be a one's home.

Very happy, very enjoyable, every time after taking care of the house, cooking a meal, taking a shower, painting light makeup, sitting on the sofa and looking at Ping An when he was a child, she likes this feeling very much, but sometimes she can wait and sometimes she can't.

It's not boring, it's not. Every day, he carefully selects the food he likes, considers a balanced nutrition, pays for him to buy high-quality elixir and soup, returns home to clean, lies on his bed to feel the temperature and smell, and washes his clothes, although he dislikes Ping'an's clothes with blood the most, even if the black clothes are sometimes faint and dark red blood stains that are visible at a glance, which is shocking. Wipe the Tang knife for him, prepare elixir for him, for him.

Occasionally, I will buy a dress, and consider whether he will like it, whether he will wear it to look fat, and whether he will hate it.

It's all him.

"When will you know that I love you. ”

"The Lady of the Princess, Volume II"

Stories in the language of the book

soil

The soot still fell into his eyes.

People bury their unconcealed love in the soil.

Those who stand by and watch for a long time are afraid of themselves.

Ping An took off the headphones and grabbed the barbed wire in front of him.

8.17 points, the gust of wind still didn't come.

I probably won't be able to wait today.

Ping An thought, letting the evening sun shine on his scarred face.

I don't know when it started, and I'm not sure if it was accidental.

The gust of wind blew away the smoke of Ping An and also blew the arc of Ping An throwing the betel nut into the trash.

Ping An knelt down and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case.

When you close your eyes, it's as if you've turned off the lights.

He doesn't like light very much, except for the 100% brightness of the phone screen.

Wait until half past nine.

Ping An lit a cigarette and brought up his headphones.

If it hasn't hugged me from behind at half-past nine, I'll go.

Peace closes the eyes that are already closed.

After all, it is so smoked that there may be salt water coming out.

By the way, I also took a beautiful scenery today.

Be sure to show her when she comes.

No one knows how many finger touches to the screen are wasted in a photo, nor does they know how much flesh is cut out of hundreds of photos.

Didn't come, so it rained.

Ping An opened his eyes.

What are you doing.

Ping An looked at Salem in his heart through the barbed wire.

What are you doing?

Salem was never afraid of his gloom.

Ping An lowered his head and didn't look at her.

I didn't wait for her.

I know.

Salemye was gone, the sneer on his lips more gravitational than the usual smile.

He lay down and curled up his feet.

I don't want to go back.

But.

But I'm really disappointed, you ugly bastard of the world.