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Chapter 39 Pretending

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    Walking on the noisy street, helpless music, dull weather, unrelieved love between men and women, like old clothes that cannot be broken.  I seem to have begun to love amnesia, forgetting the past, forgetting life, the people now are just alive, and the lazy cat is finally spoiled by the rotten atmosphere.  I want to forget the faces with painful smiles, but all kinds of distressed emotions spread out in the air like colorful ribbons.  I was excluded from being happy, and I wanted to cry, but I couldn't cry.

    In the crowd, Ken was afraid that I would be scattered in the sea of ??people, and his hot hand was unwilling to let go of my hand.  I really don't understand, too many don't understand, how can I solve other people's incomprehension.  I am not a tool, just a released medium.  Release the emotions of others, and be trapped in the central station forever.  The loss of others may have an end, but my profession does not allow me to say good bye before life, even the word "good night", to me, it can only be like a punctuation mark, which can only be divided into periods of time and cannot be divided.  Every bit is hard to bear.

    So tired, I really want to quit and leave my fixed position.  This position is too tiring, and I am too sensitive, always jumping back and forth between other people's stories and my own position, leaving myself to play a home run alone, strung together.

    Walking out of a place more than 500 meters away from Coco's so-called workplace, I stopped and couldn't help but look back.  The vulgar neon that can be seen everywhere indulges lives that are not willing to be ordinary.  Heavy gasps, light sighs, piece together life.

    Ken replied to any one reminder message after another.  Going home, this is not my only choice, but it is the current necessity.  The job I took over, the life I had to complete, I had to report the progress to Luo Da.  If that counts as sobriety, I think I'm pretty clear.

    Dragged home by Ken like a dead body, as soon as he entered the door, Any chattered about the watermelon delivered by the new neighbor next door today, how beautiful the hostess next door is, and how affectionate the hostess is.  But I have an unshakable belief in the sadness that arises under the beautiful appearance.

    When taking a shower, Ken handed me his mobile phone outside the door. It was Luo Da's very uninteresting call.  I stood under the shaggy head and answered.  Some simple greetings tested my endurance.  He asked me to go to his office tomorrow when I have time. It seems that there is a new private job that I can take on. For the sake of living, I express my attitude with words of gratitude.  Although being busy makes me heavy, it also makes me feel at ease.  His thoughts are not so concentrated, and he will be messy if he thinks too much, but it will not be fatal in one blow.  Maybe one day I'll be split, just the spirit, never the personality, and I'll still be me.  In life, if it is really destined to have so many burdens, I would rather see the most complete scenery than die one-sidedly. This is my own choice.

    After taking a shower, sit on the sofa and eat the big watermelon sent by the friendly neighbors with Any and the others.  It's a good idea to use this ice-cold thing to cool down impetuousness.  Any said while eating that the female neighbor next door heard that I was a text writer and was very interested. She said that she wanted to chat with me when I got home. Any asked me if it was possible.  You don't need to think too much, and you won't let go of any beneficial value, so you agree.

    Any's work efficiency is really fast. If I were the boss, I would definitely appreciate this little guy.  In just a quarter of an hour, the perfect woman in her mouth appeared in front of me with a smile on her face.  The luxurious chiffon dress, the skin is as white as snow, and the bright eyes and white teeth are very unusual.  I have seen a lot of beauties, and this kind of lady type is relatively rare.  It stands to reason that such people are happier.  She has no worries about food and clothing, and in Any's mouth, she also has a pretty good husband.  This is also called unhappiness, which is really unreasonable.  After a polite greeting, she asked me to have a private talk.

    From the outside, I can't see her shortcomings, and I'm curious which side of herself she wants to tear off behind her back.  I invited her into my bedroom, closed the door, and before I greeted her, she sat down on the chair unceremoniously, and changed her face in an instant. The speed of the change was faster than me, and it was frightening.  The gentleness and elegance just now disappeared, and it seemed a little ferocious in an instant.  It's like having hatred, so hate that you want to suck other people's blood.  She said her name was Yin Yin, and she was the first mature woman to ask me for a cigarette.

    "Any said your name is Taozi, you are a writer, right?" She was smoking a cigarette and looked at me with ignorant eyes.

    "Yes, what's the matter?" I felt like she had a grudge against me, and was displeased with her way of asking and answering prisoners, so I answered her bluntly.

    After listening to me, she asked again: "Then you are also like other people who write emotional stories, making money by selling stories, right?"

    "That's right."

    "Really? Then I've done you a favor."

    I was a little annoyed by her nonsensical words, and sensitively thought that she seemed to be giving alms, although I couldn't figure out what she was going to do and what she was going to say.  Such a person is really annoying, especially a woman, I feel that she suddenly becomes so ugly.  She replied politely: "Oh, yes, but I'm really busy now, and I don't need anyoneHelp, sorry, thank you for your kindness.  "After speaking, he opened the door, and it was obvious to ask her to go out.

    "I'm sorry, please forgive me for treating you like this, can you give me a few minutes?" Her attitude changed immediately, her eyes were frustrated, and she hesitated for fear that I would not forgive you.

    I always feel that I have opened this woman's strongest line of defense, and she will be as vulnerable and frank in front of me as other women.  I slowly closed the door, and she continued to sit back on the chair, her shining eyes were filled with confusion.  At her request, I threw out the whole pack of cigarettes. During the deep and shallow exchanges, the two women tore open a seemingly happy coat and pulled out a past that was buried alive.  Yinyin's fragile love, her inexplicable hostility towards me and her irresistible desire to get closer to me, is not a statement that time can close the case, an illusion of love and belief, which has affected her life.

    (Women do not have a strong shield in love and cannot protect their hearts, so they can only pretend to be happy.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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