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    After Zi Yi's story was finished, she was still staring out of the window. There were no tears, maybe in the past two years, her tears had dried up. I could see the bewilderment in her eyes, the uncertainty about the future.

    She looked down at me and took a sip of her tea and said, "Do you know why I wanted to tell you this story? I smiled at her and shook my head. I don't like being smart.

    She said: "I saw what you wrote on the forum, and I feel that you are a person who understands emotions." Seeing her burn the fire of emotion on me, I couldn't stand it.  Quickly changed the subject and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

    She shook her head and said she didn't know, her parents had already gone through the formalities for studying abroad, and she took every step she took.

    Seeing her confusion, I want to comfort her: "That's fine, leave Chongqing, a sad city, and maybe everything can be the same."

    She looked at me with a wry smile, and said in a questioning tone: "Do you think it is possible? My love and hatred are dead. I believe that if you were me, you would not be credulous again. Give a chance to someone who may hurt you.  people, right?"

    She's quite right, haven't I been doing this all the time?  Women always look very sad.

    Seeing my silence, maybe she understood me. She stood up and said to me politely: "Thank you for listening to the whole story patiently." She glanced at Ken next to me and said to me: "  I sincerely hope that you will be happy." Ken and I left with blank faces, turned and left.

    When she walked away, I calmly took out the notebook and started recording. Name: Purple Clothes Type: Classic beauty Personality: Gentle Emotion: Seriously injured by a triangle emotion, healed love for a lifetime. Destination: Studying abroad. Ken leaned over to look at my records  , Said: "You are really cold-blooded, such a miserable love, but you recorded it so calmly. Did you butcher pigs in your previous life?"

    I wondered, Ziyi and I were talking in Chongqing dialect from beginning to end, how did he understand it?  Seeing that I was puzzled, he said triumphantly, "Didn't expect that? I can understand Chongqing dialect. My nanny is from Chongqing. Hahaha I just don't know how to speak it."

    Being ridiculed by him, he was really not in a good mood, so he slammed his forehead with the notebook and said roughly: "If you are a pig, I don't mind being a pig killer!"  Head, call me barbaric.

    When I left Yuanyuan Garden, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening. It was gradually getting dark, and lights lit up on the street, colorful and warm lights. I don't know why, but it made me want to cry, old man  The sky may understand me, the sky was sultry and hot all afternoon, and finally it rained without hesitation.

    I don't want to hide, I don't want others to see me crying. How can I be cold-blooded? It is because I have feelings and feel her sadness, so I have to be strong. Strength is a kind that can be passed on.  How could Ken understand people's beliefs.  I have also been in love, I have also been lost, and I have wandered in front of life and death, so I know and understand feelings better. This is what Zi Yi said, and I understand.

    Walking in the heavy rain, tears and rainwater flowed into rivers on my face, no one noticed, and no one cared. Only Ken followed me foolishly. He said repeatedly: "Hide away from the rain, or your body will get wet  It's bad." And I kept walking regardless. Suddenly he rushed in front of me and stopped me.  I looked up at him, so close, maybe he found me crying. Frowning, firmly took my hand.  I just followed him obediently and stopped a taxi in the heavy rain.

    It's hard to get a taxi in Chongqing when it's raining. While waiting anxiously for the taxi, he looked back at me from time to time.

    He is very smart. He understood the importance of speed after fighting with strangers for several rounds and failing to snatch the car. When he saw an empty car approaching in the distance, he let go of my hand and turned to face me.  I said: "Stand here, wait for me to call you, you come here."

    That idiot finally got a taxi. Watching him explain to other people who want to take a taxi, while guarding against others' surprise. I strode into the back seat of the taxi. Looking outside the car, he is still talking to other people.  People entangled him and hurriedly motioned for him to get in the car.

    I don't understand why he is so cute and silly.

    (People are emotional animals. Many people cry their entire lives in other people¡¯s stories. Imagine, find similarities, similarities. It¡¯s not self-torture, it¡¯s self-reminding that what¡¯s lost has been gained, and what¡¯s gained has been lost. It¡¯s just  You can't let go of what you have or have had.) (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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