Chapter 132: Special Mission (9)

(9) Purple represents sadness

My Feng knew from the beginning that purple meant grief, he didn't know how many relatives I had died in the earthquake, but he wanted to change the color of grief by having a lot of people come together to comfort me.

He did a lot of things that seemed stupid to Kennan. My classmates and relatives also said that there was definitely something wrong with this person's brain.

In fact, I wrote a blog for my classmate Jing Liancai from the beginning, and she told me that she was alone in the upper and lower floors of their building, and she was very lonely.

I know that at the time of the earthquake, some students had not yet entered the classroom, and some cadres had not yet entered the office, but my classmate Jing Liancai was the same person who did not leave the office at noon to continue working. Generally speaking, people who are bastards climb high and rise fast, and those who work hard like us have only a dead end. Either you are dying of jealousy, drowning by spittle, or you can't escape from natural disasters.

I don't know the exact news, but I can only write down some words to dispel the fear in my heart. Later, my high school classmate Yi Danhan called me to tell me that she was indeed gone, and also told me about her husband's cell phone number.

And my college classmates, probably from my blog, never mentioned her to me. (Just like Zhong and I want to go down to the mountain, Qiang asked me for an Olympic ticket as a souvenir, and asked me to send it to him yesterday.) I don't want to think about it, how can a stingy person like Mr. Pei help me send letters to male classmates, and it's almost the same to female classmates. And I'm going to go out, it's time to get sick again, windy, rainy, scorching sun, acacia flowers, cold air, all of which I'm allergic to. ）

My blade never bothered me, so I liked it. As soon as the rain stopped, I went out to take pictures for him. I also envy him for being able to look at the sky and go to my space in a daze, and I love his coziness of doing nothing.

It's just that he doesn't know that no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible for the color of my space to change with my mood. It depends on whether the soul of the lotus cai rests in peace, on whether the lotus cai leaves behind a qiē and goes to heaven, maybe for the first anniversary, maybe for the third anniversary.

So, none of my stupid colleagues and classmates, as well as these talented Yahoo bloggers, understood the reason for my grief. There is no one like my Feng, who prays for Liancai with me, praying that she will put aside the earthly qiē, ascend to heaven as soon as possible, and then reincarnate as soon as possible. Everyone is dreaming of cheating, saying that no matter how high-sounding it is, extramarital affairs are shameful! In fact, most of the people who say this kind of thing write articles to vent because no one cares about marriage courtship.

There are also those who are not single-minded in words, who are indispensable for calling a wife, lover and confidante, and who still need countless confidantes in their lives, what qualifications do they have to make fun of me?

Those who actively do this and that for the victims, in fact, are afraid that others will not know, and must write it one by one, so they regard my article as a stumbling block and a thorn in the eye!

Therefore, I sue Sù Feng, if you don't believe in fate and don't believe in the chain reaction of one yuan, you will have to be poor for the rest of your life; if you don't believe in the party, if you don't follow the party closely, you will have to suffer for the rest of your life. In fact, before the stock market crashes, there will be at least three risk warnings, and before the rise, there will be at least three good news, but no one will be obedient, and if they lose money, they will scold on the Internet, and have the same virtue as Mr. Pei.

It's better to be like my dear Feng, who is afraid of trouble and doesn't do anything, and happily goes around every day to help post comments, like a bee making honey. However, I look at him less and less like a cute little bee and more like a hornet. He actually said that you are right, my real surname is Ma. Is there such a funny person?