I know I'm pretty fucked up like this, I'm wrong, I'm guilty, I'm a bastard, I've betrayed the trust of my readers, I've failed the high expectations of the editors, I'm shameless, I. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。。。

However, I really can't contact her, can you imagine how anxious it is for someone who doesn't even open an email address?

Hey, bastard, don't let me get you!

She said she would read my books and that I was left with only one way out.

I love to write, but I find that even though it's a short time, I care more about her, and if I had to choose, I'd choose her!

Then open another number and continue to write...

Bite me~~

Posted here, I can say that I am completely shameless, when I write these words, my face is red as a big man, do you believe it!

But for the sake of my lower body, uh, no, it's the happiness of the second half of my life, please uncles, girls, scold me, don't take her.

I thought about it for a long time, and I thought, since I haven't thought I'm going to have a feeling since I was in college, I'm going to try to catch it.

Did they say yes?

I don't know how many of my few collections will be lost when this chapter is released, but do you say, compared to her, are these important?

Of course, it is best to rise~~

Sledgehammer, I hope you can see that it will not be refreshed before 24 o'clock tomorrow.

In fact, I feel like my face should be hot right now, and I'm ready to climb down the pole.

Actually, my skin is really not too thick, in fact, I am also very entangled, in fact, I am also very messy.

Age is an unignorable barrier between you and me, almost unbreakable.

It's not tempting, it's false, but I know I'm not worthy of you.

I was born in '85, and you're 95, almost two completely different generations, just like the joke used to say, I was in middle school, and you were still in kindergarten.

Actually, I'm very conflicted, I like the feeling of chatting with you, although I know that it is your means of removing the pain, and I think that you are based on the situation that we will not intersect, but I am still shamefully moved.

I thought it would be good to pass like this, but when your condition improves, you are busy with your studies or something, it will slowly fade away, I have a reverie that belongs to me, and you have your bitter companion, or slowly forget about each other.

I'm a somewhat conservative old man who never believes in so-called online dating, and I don't like marriages with too much age gap.

I am a slow person, so slow that a person who has not been tempered for years cannot really enter me, my world, and my heart.

The old driver also has a time when he falls off the stinky ditch. . .

You said that it only took me two days, and you even almost broke the barriers that covered me.

In fact, your thoughts are still very immature, this world is not as dark as the legend says, but it is not very beautiful. A lot of what you take for granted now is likely to be reversed in the near future, when you enter society, which is almost inevitable.

Besides, we don't know each other, and I'm not as good as you think.

I'm very old to you, with no money, no ability, nothing.

You, delicate as a flower, are in your prime, and you have a lot of youth to pursue more opportunities and happiness and everything you want, but I can't give these things.

I'm not ugly, but I'm not handsome, my face is full of vicissitudes, I'm still short and thin, and with you, you'll be told gossip and even ugly sarcasm, like flowers planted in that.

I'm actually a very quiet person, not as good as my phone, and I'm stupid.

However, you still have a sentence that touched me, and made me stinky and shameless, self-conscious, brazen, and overwhelmed to write this thing.

You said that you would accompany me to see the stars.

It's just such a sentence that makes me, an old man who shouldn't have had any dreams for a long time, think about it.

Maybe it's not love, but once it's ignited, I'm sure I'll be completely incinerated, and my bones will be gone.

In fact, I am a little cowardly now. I didn't even know what I was supposed to say, I was still struggling to find a clue in the midst of contradictions, low self-esteem, and chaos.

I shouldn't be like this, I'm no longer a hairy boy, I'm not a newborn calf who has just entered society, I've been ground to the point that I don't have any water chestnuts and extravagance.

But that's what I am, it's unreasonable, it just happened.

Horse a coin

I don't want that

I don't know if I'm now called courageous or pathetic shameless, but at least cowardice and giving up have never been my style, and I appreciate the solipsistic creed that you have to grasp if you like it.

If I can, I can try to live a few more years, and please live a few years less, I will try to survive until ninety, and you will slowly live to eighty, so that we can grow old together in this life, and have no regrets, it is best that you can travel far before me, and there will be less pain in the world, and I will bear it.

If I could, I would regain my fighting spirit and confidence, and I can't guarantee how good the future will be, but at least, in your eyes, there will be my efforts.

If I could, I would only hold your slender fingers, like holding a child, with you to see the glitz and death of the world, let you cry on my shoulder, and laugh more in my eyes.

If I could, I would like to be able to stand in front of the person you are most worried about, protect you behind my thin back, hold your hand, and let you live like a child for the rest of your life.

Even if I hoe the ground on my knees, I have no complaints, anyway, it is not a shame for my son-in-law to kneel to my father-in-law and mother-in-law~~

I'm willing to gamble with the little time I have left, bet one, you can afford to lose, but I will never recover.

Bet that we look at each other, and the two are happy.

As long as you don't dislike it, I will give you the best world for me, only, you alone, never give up.