Cheng Siping is truly grateful to me. I know.

How could he have made life so brilliant and colorful in his place? How could he be allowed to have such a life at his age, in his position?

This kind of life is what I gave him. Of course he should be grateful to me.

However, he was ultimately reluctant to go with me to the United States.

I can't count on him anymore. I wanted to give him a U.S. green card, but he refused without hesitation.

He refused to give up the rest of his life to me completely. Although, the relationship between him and Ke Yalei is already so broken. However, he said that for the sake of his son Xiaolei, he can endure everything. He can't let Xiaolei go without his mother, can't let Xiaolei without his father, and can't let Xiaolei without his original home......

You listen, at the end of the day, he will still refuse everything I give him because of my son.

In other words, as long as he doesn't touch his son's bottom line, he can accept everything else, underground romance, three-person games, he can accept it. However, all this must be based on the premise of not touching the bottom line of his son.

He rejects the United States. He even said to me, the United States is my sad place, and in this life, I will never set foot on that land.

How could the United States be his sad place? I really don't get it. I had a sincere desire to go with him to the United States, to carry on the legacy of my second grandfather, and then we could settle there and create our love world there, so that he could be far away from Koyalei.

However, his choice was: no!

I know, perhaps, that he still thinks that my trip to the United States to inherit my uncle's legacy was a fairy tale, a lie, that I had made up to get him to break up with Co Yalei.

That time, I mentioned to him that the second grandfather was going to come to Qinhu Lake before the Spring Festival, and the second grandfather offered to meet him.

He still refused. And he looked at me suspiciously, as if he didn't believe it.

At that moment, I was really hurt by him. He even suspected me of making up an American second grandfather. Obviously, there is a second grandfather from the United States who is such a big living person, obviously the second grandfather said that his wealth should be returned to my grandfather, now, my grandfather has passed away a long time ago, my father has also passed away, and now, it is me who inherits this rich inheritance. However, Cheng Siping didn't believe it.

"Where did a fairy tale from America come from?"

He actually said such a sentence.

I suddenly realized that I was really ridiculous.

Perhaps, if I give him a piece of gold, he will think it is real, but when I promise him a green card in the United States, and I also have a large inheritance from the United States, he will feel unreal.

This is in ordinary people, that's it!

I think I'm kind of ridiculous.

What's even more ridiculous is that I would be struggling to find an answer because of those three books, and I would fall in love with a man because of these three books that I am not familiar with.

Ridiculous, you say?

But in the end, it turned out to be because a straw heavier than a gold ingot crushed the camel of our love.

In this world, there are really people who can ignore wealth to such an extent. As long as he Cheng Siping is willing, that inheritance can really buy them in Songting City!

Anyway, you really don't believe it.

Forget it, these things are in the past. But I really didn't expect the seriousness of the matter. I didn't expect that within a few minutes of coming out of the couple's private room No. 003, my remorse would flood in.

And with it came my sadness and despair.

I suddenly realized that I had to rely on discerning Cheng Siping's body odor to feel that I was alive or existing in this world. But now, I've driven Siping away.

As I turned the corner, I held on to the corner of a cabin called a cottage in the forest and sobbed softly.

Then I burst into tears. I was very helpless.

Cheng Siping, where did you die, I order you to appear immediately! Immediately! Right away!

I yelled.

I don't care if I'm out of shape.

The people in the streets, all turned their heads to look at me. They must be very strange, this girl, is she crazy, who is she yelling at? She should at least yell into her phone! You yell at your phone, so you can call someone! Do you shout like that, shout air?

I didn't look at them. I don't look at them. They have nothing to do with me. They are not Cheng Siping. I don't need to recognize their body odor to feel alive.

They don't know that I have a sense with Cheng Siping. I shouted like that, and he could feel it. As long as he could sense it, he would blow it like the wind.

But no.

For the first time, I felt that there was no sense between me and Cheng Siping.

No one came to help me, and I refused to be helped by anyone.

In this world, no one cares about my tears. My tears, of course, were not shed for them.

I was treated indifferently by the world like this, and I was thrown off by Cheng Siping like this, like a rag.

You must say, didn't you get rid of Cheng Siping? Didn't you shake off Cheng Siping like a rag?

That's not true. What you see is only an illusion.

Even if it was true, he should have rushed out of the No. 003 couple's private room, rushed out of the sentimental melody of "In the Mood for Love", stopped me, pulled me, and didn't let me leave. Then, as soon as I was moved, I fell into his man's broad bosom and wept, and then slammed my little fist into his chest.

Is this supposed to be the real drama?

Don't you Cheng Siping understand a girl's heart? You're still taking it seriously.

And your candlelit dinner, you should tell me where it is, and then I will still go as the heroine, and I will still be the princess tonight. Don't you Cheng Siping understand this trick? You are still a man, you have been in the sea for miles, and you are not a cloud mile except for Wushan. Dream it out!

If Cheng Siping appeared at this time, how good it would be!

However, this idiot, this idiot, he didn't even show up.

Cheng Siping, where did you die? Are you going to die for me in front of my aunt?

I walked and cried and screamed like that.

However, not a single person stayed. At most, one or two people would stop and look at me, their eyes full of scrutiny and questions, and then they hurried away.

All of them were in a hurry.

Everybody was surprised by my condition.

In these years, such dramas may happen every day, and people have become paralyzed and numb.

I really don't understand, are you all so busy? Isn't one of you like me or Cheng Siping who can have such a long time to create a vigorous love or extramarital affair?

Why can Cheng Siping and I have so long time, and we spend so long being lingering, restricted, compassionate, and lingering. You have all seen that a lot of time has been seized by us, used to fill the gaps and distances between us, used to melt ourselves, used to melt ourselves, used to soak ourselves, why don't you?

Cheng Siping still didn't appear. No matter how I called, with my voice, with emotion, with my heart, Cheng Siping did not appear again.

I stopped crying, stood up at the edge of the cabin in the forest, looked at the traffic in the city, the people came and went, I wiped the tears on my cheeks, straightened my glasses, and pulled off the fat cargo pants, and got ready to leave.

I went to a café and tea restaurant called "Zero Time", sat down at a table by the window, and asked for a light meal.

I feel like I'm a little hungry. It's time for me to add some food.

I was just in the couple's room, and I was too much to consume. In the past, when I was with Cheng Siping, no matter how costly such a thing was, I could still bear it, as if Cheng Siping was my own food. Now, he's gone, and my stomach is as empty as my cargo pants.

I asked for a light meal, steak and eggs, a cup of coffee, a cup of iced tea, and a pack of cigarettes.

I lit a cigarette and looked outside. The world was surging silently outside the brown glass, like the picture of my heart now.

I slowly ate the steak and slowly finished the eggs. Then, I sipped my coffee slowly. I didn't add sugar, I needed this bitterness. I have to taste the bitterness.

I dialed Cheng Siping's phone in this bitterness.

He answered the phone after it rang twice.

I said, "Teacher Cheng, finally, I want to tell you one last thing. As I told you, our story can be written into a novel. But, we've already said that we're going to write it together, and we're going to make this process a novel together. But now, I've changed my mind, and I'm not allowed to write about it. ”

"Why?"

"How can there be so many whys? It's simple, because I'm going to write. ”

"What if you don't write or can't write?" Cheng Siping asked after a while on the other end of the phone, asking very timidly, obviously, he didn't want to me off.

"Do you think my aunt and grandmother don't have this talent? Even so, that still doesn't allow you to write. ”

"Why? My aunt and grandmother. ”

"Because it's okay, it's the two of us who write it together."

"But, we've broken up!"

"You can write together if you break up."

"How can we write together after we break up?"

"You just don't change your mobile phone number, you won't know when the time comes, you stupid."

"Okay, I promise you. My phone number is on reserve for you. What about yours? ”

"Grandma will change the number tomorrow, and after talking to you on the phone, I will scrap this number."

I had a vague expectation that the idiot would understand that I didn't want to leave him. Even though I'm going to be with Curly Hair next, I still want me to be Curly Hair's girlfriend in name, but it can also be his Cheng Siping's couple. I don't care that one day I will be found out by Curly Hair that I have a man, and I am still disconnected from that man, and I often meet that man with golden wind and jade dew, and enjoy this love that can bring me extreme joy in the way of winning countless loves in the world.

I don't care. No, I care.

These days, what other girl do you see who cares about this?

Oh, no, these days, you've seen a girl who doesn't care about this.

Alas, do you understand this?

What's more, I'm a post-80s girl.

Post-80s girls, will they care about this? Will you not care about this?