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Chapter 89 Burning Passion

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    I am lost¡­¡­

    When I woke up, I found that she was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, dragging red slippers, standing at the window to cool the clothes she had just washed.  I slowly put on a pajamas, walked behind her, and hugged her gently from behind. Outside the window, the rain was still falling, and I saw a young couple holding a small umbrella, slowly disappearing in the  In the dim street lights.  Looking at the umbrella on the corner of the street, I couldn't help shivering.  I used my strength to hold her tighter.

    The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the big raindrops were hitting the glass of the window, crackling non-stop. There were no pedestrians on the street. We stood in front of the window, staring out the window in a trance, not knowing what to look at, but we didn¡¯t want to  Leaving, looking at the misty rain outside the window, my hand slowly penetrated her t-shirt, gently stroking her, she turned her head, closed her eyes, and kissed me gently This night, we tried our best  Lingering, did not fall asleep until 5 o'clock in the morning.

    When she woke up, it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon. She was already awake, half lying down and reading the magazine beside the bed. Seeing me wake up, she smiled slowly: "Are you awake?"

    "Well, did you sleep well last night?" I asked.

    "It's okay. I can't tell. There are so many books in your room, and they are so neatly arranged. It's rare to see a boy's room so neat."

    After washing, we put on our clothes and went downstairs to eat together. We ordered black chicken soup, only to find that the black chicken soup we drank every day was so delicious. I was really tired when I was tired. She kept adding soup to the bowl with a spoon,  Said I was tired all night, I should make up for it, my eyes were wet, I had to turn around.

    It has been a long time since a girl has been so nice to me, maybe it should be said that no girl has been so nice to me, including my ex-girlfriend and all girlfriends, even my mother.  When I was a child, I always blamed my mother and felt that she was not good to me. Seeing her often quarreling with my father outrageously, I wished to curse her to die, but one day, when she really left, I realized how stupid I was, how stupid I was.  unforgivable.  I wiped my eyes, paid the bill, and walked out.

    The sun was setting, I dragged her hand, walked silently on the side of the street, waved for a taxi, she got in, we waved to each other, the car left, I stood silently, the car gradually  disappeared from view.  I didn't go home right away. In fact, it's not called home. It should be called a house. It's just a place where I inhabit every day.  Alone in a strange city, surrounded by strange people, they come and go in a hurry, what are they busy with?  It is not home that I walked over, and I still can't find home when I walk over.

    When I got back to my den, night had already fallen, and as soon as I entered the room, my colleagues all smiled at me: "Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang! You are really strong, you were so powerful last night, you just went 'crack' 'crack'  It rang for half an hour, did you take medicine?" I smiled wryly, turned around and entered my hut.

    When I woke up the next day, I found that it was already 3:00 in the afternoon. I hurriedly put on my clothes and washed my face. I grabbed my work badge and rushed into the company. When I walked to the door, I realized that today was Sunday. I threw away the badge and lay paralyzed on the bed.  , looking at the white ceiling, bored.

    I lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, choking me to tears.  I don¡¯t know when I started to like this kind of imported cigarettes. The taste is so exaggerated and strong that it can stimulate every cortex of my brain. In fact, I don¡¯t smoke much, and I don¡¯t have any addictions. The reason why I smoke this kind of cigarettes is  It's because taking a few sips will make my lost and lazy nerves sober for a moment.

    Really can't find anything to do, turn on the computer, Wei, it is online.

    After a while, the cute little penguin became twinkling.

    "Are you okay? Are you up? Are you tired?" she asked.

    "It's okay, I just got up, I'm not tired, you're not tired, I'm still tired?" I smiled badly.

    "I can't tell. Your room is so clean and there are so many books. It feels really good to stay in it."

    "Really? Then come often."

    "Yes? Then I must go often! Have you read all those books? Can you lend me some?"

    "Okay, you can give them all to you. If you want them, you can give them together. Hehe!"

    "You rascal, you ruffian"

    "Do you like ruffians?" I suddenly said seriously.

    "It's okay, don't you like being with you last night?"

    "Then do you want to stay with me tonight?" He laughed.

    "You know how to play hooligans, you big pervert"

    "I miss you"

    "Okay, then come to my house."

    I went offline in a hurry,I searched all over the street, but I couldn't find a trace of her. Only then did I realize that apart from knowing her and her cell phone, I was completely unfamiliar with her.  If she turns off her phone and disappears into the crowd, where can I find her?  Started to get a little scared.

    I smoked cigarettes one by one, sitting in front of the computer in a daze, until 12 o'clock in the night, she didn't come back, I cried with joy, went up to her, and asked her where she was, why she didn't make half a phone call  .  Seeing my exaggerated movements, she was very surprised, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes. I couldn't help feeling flustered, and she murmured: "Sissy is suffering from leukemia. I went to see her in the hospital today. There is no one around her.  She didn¡¯t want me to go, so I stayed with her until she fell asleep and didn¡¯t come back. My phone was out of battery, so I couldn¡¯t call you¡­¡± I was stunned, and hurriedly wiped her tears and comforted her: ¡°It¡¯s okay.  , Leukemia can be cured, as long as there is a matching bone marrow replacement, everything will be fine." She burst into tears and laughed: "Really? Can it really be saved?"

    "Yes, it will be possible." I replied.  I hugged her into my arms. This night, she tried her best to give me not only "blowing flute", but also "two heavens of ice and fire". I was a little overwhelmed with all kinds of moves.  After being exhausted, she lay in my arms and said sadly, "It's good to be alive, it's good to be young, and it's good to have a body!" Yes, it's good to be alive, it's good to be young, and it's good to have a body!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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