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    Encountered a problem at work.

    Have the courage to call a male colleague and ask him if he is free to come to work on Sunday to change the procedure.

    The phone is connected.  There was only one sound.

    Then "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently active."

    The replay did not continue.

    The cycle goes on and on, but this is the answer.  Unknown numbers will not be answered.  Just like I never answer calls from strangers.

    Keep your fingers on the screen and watch the screen darken a little bit.

    Take a deep breath.

    will be leaving.  But there was no one to say goodbye to.  There are many unfinished words, and there is no reason to speak.

    Someday in the future, where will we meet?  Do you have gray hair with age?

    It takes a total of 15 minutes from home to the factory.  You will meet different people on the road.

    Everyone is a story.

    The textile industry is not what I am good at.

    Just like the way I walk.  From top to bottom, there is nothing like a woman.

    "I seem to be in love with someone" she said.

    "who?"

    "I am not sure."

    Men meet women every day.

    They work on the same floor.

    The probability of passing by is high.  very high.

    Once, she said to him, hey, can we get to know each other.

    "not good."

    "Why!"

    "I already have a girlfriend!"

    The woman was ashamed and angry.

    Why does this person think so much?

    Since then, I have never spoken again.

    The woman moved from place to place.  Changed many jobs.  In middle age, men and women meet by chance on the street.

    They are already married and have children.

    I will meet many people and forget many people.

    Unexpectedly, they still remembered each other.

    "Hello." The man greeted her.

    "Hello." The woman smiled.

    "How have you been these past few years?"

    "fine."

    "Back then, after you left, I tried to find you!"

    "Find me?"

    "right!"

    "Why?"

    "I don't know what I was thinking at that time. It feels like there are still many unfinished things between us. We meet every day, and it seems that the things we say are insignificant. I waited until the day I really disappeared. Only then did I realize that I was really lost. I got used to it  Passing by every day After you left, I resigned There is no reason."

    The brain keeps replaying.

    So, I remembered what happened many years ago.

    At that time, she was very young.  He is young.  Vigorous.

    She is independent.

    He thought calmly.

    She was walking down the corridor carrying big bags and small bags.  Very heavy, tired and out of breath.

    "Let me get it for you."

    "Thanks."

    "Are you free on Sunday? Help me revise a copy?" the woman said.

    "All right."

    I don't know his name.

    He came on Sunday.  I don't believe it.

    The story has just begun.  It's over.

    "May I get to know you?"

    "Sorry, I have a girlfriend."

    "is it beautiful?"

    "fine."

    Men don't marry girlfriends.

    Believe in love when you are in love.  Believe in reality more when you get married.

    Getting along is more realistic than I love you.

    In the end, they will get married in an ordinary way.

    He would always think of her raising her face and saying to him, can we get to know each other.

    Maybe just to make friends.  Why do you think too much, probably because of your heart.  That's why I refused.

    "Sorry, I have a girlfriend."

    The key point to test a love is internal or external.  Why many years later, when we meet, we will be full of emotions.

    "Can you leave your phone number?" the man asked.

    "No."

    "Why?"

    "I am married!"

    "Just to make friends"

    "There is no need"

    do not wantreason.  Probably no one cares about the result.

    Continue to pass by.

    We often hesitate about specious love.  Think yes and feel no.  Think you can and you can't.

    I've had a lot of work.  Mechanics, electronics, textiles have also assembled detectors according to the circuit diagram.

    In the past, I always felt that I was wandering, and wandering is such a sad thing.  There is no warmth without a home.

    In fact, my life is constantly drifting.  From one crowd to another unfamiliar crowd.

    Today's weather is very cold.  There is no sunlight.  Sleep until one o'clock in the afternoon.  I finished watching a web drama.  have a lunch.  The body is getting colder and colder.  Lie down again and continue to sleep.  The sound of footsteps walking up and down could be heard upstairs.  The music is turned up loud.

    Always thought it was an illusion.

    Recently.  Withstood the test of many public opinions.  Women and women always have too much right and wrong.  No matter how big or small it is, it is like a vigorous and earth-shattering.  Feeling more and more insecure.  Probably because I haven't written for a long time.

    I don't need people around me to agree with me.

    I am who I am.

    The unique me.

    ? Even if no one applauds, even if you suffer too much ridicule, you still keep walking.

    No one will never age, no one smiles all the time.

    ?It is enough for a young man who has gone through thousands of mountains and rivers and returned with the same original intention.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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