"Doctor, I've been having weird dreams a lot lately, and what's even stranger is that every time I wake up, I can't tell if it's really just a dream!"

Zhang Ke sat on the white medical chair with a big grin and asked his psychiatrist. Download--

The doctor carefully made a note and judged: "There is nothing wrong with your physical condition, I think you are too tired, I suggest you stop working first and go to some beautiful places to relax."

"Also, try to think of something easy for yourself, and it will naturally get better after a while."

"But recently I realized that I was starting to stutter. You know I've been articulate since I was a kid, but now whenever I'm nervous, I stutter and can't speak. What the hell is going on? He scratched his head in annoyance.

"It's still too tired, and your 'spirit' is too depressed." The doctor frowned, "Wait a minute, I'll prescribe some tranquilizing 'medicine' for you, and you can take one tablet a day." If this happens next week, it's best to go to the hospital for a brain scan. ”

When he returned home, looking at the empty 'dang' and 'dang' home and the room after the war, Zhang Ke was greatly annoyed.

It seems that Qian'er still hasn't come back, did that incident really make her angry? Hey, 'female' people, I'm really getting more and more confused about this creature.

He thought for a moment, sat down in front of the computer and began to write.

Qian'er:

Hello.

After you hung up, your whole body was cold. It's 2:49 p.m. on April 10, 2005, and I'm in an Internet café near a small grass hut.

I didn't drink alcohol and had the urge to 'smoke' for the first time in six years. I bought a pack of cigarettes, opened them, picked one up and put it in my mouth. But the right hand, which was holding the lighter, was trembling incessantly.

I was scared, afraid that I would be more irritable after 'smoking'.

So I went out, bought a cup of coffee, took a sip, and decided to write this letter to you.

I don't know why you're upset. Biting down on the filter of the cigarette, my less glamorous head came down to four points.

First, it was because I unconsciously shouted the unwarranted name of Miao'er that day.

Although this possibility is not very 'sexual', I still want to clarify that it seems that I didn't wake up with nonsense!

I thought you knew it, so I didn't explain much in the past few days, thinking that you were just joking with me for a few hours, xt e-books

However, I don't want you to doubt my love for you, I can't afford to play this kind of joke.

Second, I lived in the house where your handkerchief was 'handed' these days, and what did that sparrow say to you?

I'm sorry for saying this, but I finally lit the lighter, and the owner of the Internet café was staring at me, as if he thought that I might be "sexual" about arson, but I am afraid that my current face "color" is really not good-looking.

Although I'm in a really bad mood right now, I want to burn down this Internet café to vent.

Well, how can I say it, please believe in yourself more, believe in me a little more, okay?

I'm a man, and I love face, but for your sake, I can even save face, and engage in some small actions that I despise.

When I fall in love with someone, I have a lot of fears and suspicions, I will be afraid that you will not be safe to go home, I will be afraid that you will be in danger when you walk on the road, I will be afraid that someone will bully you when you are working, and I always want to share your unhappiness, troubles and pain.

Because I feel that it is my obligation, as long as I don't send you home, I will be very weak and will call again and again to make sure that you are safe.

You may not know that when you hung up on me in the last few days, I thought something had happened to you and almost didn't call the police.

I know that you are a person who is easily influenced by others. But other people's opinions and words are not important, it really doesn't matter, the most important thing is your own opinion, what you think of me.

Third, maybe it's your menstrual affair, if that's the case, tell me, I'll make you Siwu soup, which is what I'm best at.

A friend said that the word "love" was originally used as "begging", and I thought so, but I never practiced it.

Now that I've finally tasted it, a lot of the time, I'm begging you to love me.

I know that our relationship is not as strong as I believed, but I know very well that you love me as much as I love you, and I always knew it.

It's 3:29 p.m. on April 10, 2005.

I finally lit my first cigarette in six years. I took it in my mouth and put it on the ashtray, but I still didn't have the courage to 'smoke'.

I swore to you that I would never 'smoke' again, and my vow to you was absolute to me, and I was really ridiculous sometimes, right?

Whew, my heart is so heavy, like a stone weighing ten thousand pounds on my heart, so heavy that I don't even have the strength to lift my fingers.

I still feel that the smell of cigarettes is very pungent, and watching the smoke rise, I will inexplicably produce a sense of loneliness.

Did you know? I was in the café when you hung up again.

I put the phone to my ear and sat motionless for more than half an hour.

I broke my phone, broke my bank card, and then I held my head with my left hand and suddenly felt like crying.

Please, if anything, please tell me truthfully.

I'm your boyfriend, what can't you say to me? If you have any grievances against me, say it and I will change.

Don't say nothing, avoid me, don't answer my calls, then nothing will be solved, it will only make me uncomfortable, and it will still be uncomfortable.

Do you remember your brother's birthday? When I toasted to your brother, I wanted to say, thank you for caring about Qian'er for so long, she will 'hand' me in the future, and I will make her happy!

I know that she is not in good health, I know that she has many bad habits, but I will tolerate her, I will always be by her side and accompany her.

Sorry, maybe it's smoky, or maybe it's too much sand in the Internet café, and I'm crying.

Sorry, sometimes a little tear is good, it's good for the eyes, I really hope we get to know each other a little bit better, you can get to know me a little bit better.

Don't be silent with me, I'm afraid of that feeling, because I can't know anything, and I can't guess. In the blurry darkness, I couldn't move at all.

It's 3:55 p.m. on April 10, 2005.

My hands also began to stiffen, and the air conditioning in the internet café didn't seem to give me the slightest warmth. I just felt cold, shivering with cold.

Five years ago, I had no goals, was lazy, and was endlessly decadent. I thought I would always be alone on a crowded planet of six billion people.

And then you appeared. Perhaps it was your appearance that completely changed my mind.

And then I fell in love with you for no reason, inexplicably, and loved you very, very much, far more than you could have imagined. I hope that every day you stay by my side will have a happy life.

So when I saw you at work, that haggard look, I was really heartbroken.

I decided not to let myself have a way back, love you, share everything you have, and make you happy.

I have found the purpose of life again, I regard you as the pillar of my soul, let myself have a kind of upward effort, I want you to live well, happy, forever.

I don't know if you remember, when you went on a business trip last week, I called you at night and said at the end, I love you.

Please don't doubt that I do love you. I can't help but want to vent my thoughts to you.

Although I want to hear you one day, suddenly say to me, you love me. Or when I propose again, suddenly say to me, I do.

But I don't expect so much, as long as you are by my side, you encourage me, you care about me, and I can always see your happy smile, everything is enough.

So, please, love me a little more, okay?

I really want to be able to have my own business, make money, and let you be happy and happy. I will give you wings and let you fly.

Between the two of you, all you need is my effort, I really don't want to see you haggard again.

It's 4:25 p.m. on April 10, 2005.

The first cigarette had already burned out, so I lit the second one, brought it to my mouth, and 'smoked' it.

It's so spicy, I really wonder why I used to like to 'smoke' stuff like that. If feelings were as simple and straightforward as 'smoking' cigarettes, you and I would be much happier.

Are you tired of me? That's the fourth point I can think of.

If you get tired of it, just say it frankly and give me a good time! Don't hang me there, suffering in pain every day, every night, that feeling, I hate and fear.

You say you hate people who pedal two boats, but in fact the one who really hates pedaling two boats is me, and this is something I will never do.

For me, all the 'essence' combined, I can only fall in love with one person.

So, when I propose, don't say anything to me another day, this uncertain word makes me miserable, makes me want to cry, and I feel like I'm getting weaker and weaker.

Seeing that your brother is so good to you, I am really envious and unhappy. I try to be better and more attentive to you than he is to you. I try everything, just for you.

It's 4:36 p.m. on April 10, 2005.

All that needs to be said is said, waiting to be judged! Whether you're thinking about breaking up with me or not, I just want you to be sure of my feelings for you.

I said that I take care of you and love you, and the sweet words I said are all true, although there are some literary exaggerations, but they are indeed from the bottom of my heart.

If you still feel like I'm not doing enough, let me know.

It's cold, beware of colds. I know you have a 'pollen' allergy, be careful and don't eat anything too spicy.

Also, you're too thin, eat more, I'm going to throw my cigarette into the river near the Internet café.

Maybe you'll think I'm verbose, but I'm really scared of losing you. When you have loved and lost, your heart will definitely not become stronger, but more fragile, I don't know, what will happen if you lose the person you love the most again...... ichliebedich！ It's 4:40 p.m. on April 10, 2005. I'm afraid, this is the last time I will say to you that I love you. You Ke "maybe" finished writing the letter and sent this eamil out, Zhang Ke 'rubbed' and 'rubbed' the temples, and his mind has been blurry lately for some reason.

The names Zhao Qian'er and Cui Miao'er will always be confused by themselves.

Exactly, who is that Cui Miao'er? Alas, Qian'er has never been home since she heard her name Miao'er that day, and she can't call her mobile phone, and she has a headache.

Zhang Ke opened the photo album as if he was sure, looking at the memories he had left over with his favorite person, laughing and distressed from time to time, it seemed that only at this moment would Cui Miaoer's name be temporarily erased from his mind. Zhao Qianer met five years ago, when she was still studying in the Netherlands. Speaking of which, their encounter and love are full of a lot of 'waves', shocking 'sex', dramatic 'sex', and accidental 'sex'. Five years ago......