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Chapter 29 Watches

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    I thought of the watch in my bag, and wished I could take it out and smash it right away.  I stared at the wind chime viciously, "Give it back to the other party."

    "Isn't that good?"

    "You still haven't paid it back?"

    "It's really not good. Ah Wen, listen to me, we really don't have anything, we are just good friends."

    "I don't believe it." I tore off the wind chime and threw it on the table.

    "Awen, you have to be reasonable!" Wu Li's voice also raised.

    "I'm reasonable, but I won't reason with you!" I was very angry.

    She stopped talking.  I got even more angry and shook his arm, but he just didn't speak.  My heart was suddenly clenched by a burst of despair. When a woman doesn't talk to you, what else can you do?

    I suddenly realized a ridiculous but true fact: Ever since I knew Wu Li, there always seemed to be certain people and certain things in her life that were closer to her than I was.  No matter how close they are, they will become all kinds of soldiers, and they will eat jealously, no matter whether it is reasonable or not.

    When I am happy, I feel that I am reasonable, and only when I am sad, will I be unreasonable.  She thinks I'm unreasonable, so why should she make me sad?

    Finally, I lowered my head and pulled her hand, "I'm sorry, I'm not in a good mood today."

    She slowly took my hand in her palm and rubbed it, "Then you still lose your temper."

    My tears flowed out immediately.

    In the evening, I started to have a stomachache, and I had regular bouts of it. The pain made my head dizzy, and I had to take deep breaths to distract myself.

    Although there were pajamas in the bag, I still wore Wu Li's old clothes and got under the covers.  There is her breath on the clothes, and I like her breath to wrap me.

    Wu Li tucked the quilt up for me, said "good night", and went to bed too.  I can't sleep. At this time, I always hope that I am a woman, so that I can avoid this trouble of nowhere to settle; like Wu Li, although she is lying on the ground, I guarantee that she fell asleep early.

    After an unknown period of time, the dysmenorrhea intensified, and I began to toss and turn several times in a row. I heard her ask me: "What's wrong?" She was still not asleep.

    I turned on the light and told her I had a stomachache.  She asked me: "Is it very powerful? You look bad."

    I forced a smile to her, "It's okay," and then rubbed my hands on my stomach, "It's okay, I used to do this often, and it should be fine after a while."

    I turned off the light, turned over, and started counting sheep while rubbing my belly.  When I counted to one hundred and two, I heard Wu Li stand up, gently climb onto the bed, and lie down next to me. She said, "Come on, let me rub it for you."

    I nodded.  She held me in her arms from behind, stretched out one hand, and rubbed me slowly and forcefully, like a hot water bag that would never get cold.  She rubbed her chin against my hair and kissed my helix, "Does this feel better?"

    I half closed my eyes, "Good. Thank you."

    After a while, I felt much more comfortable.  For the same rubbing stomach pain, women's hands are more effective.

    I said to her: "You are so kind to me." After a while, I felt a little sad again, "You are so kind to everyone.

    She was silent for a while, and then said: "I'm not like that. That boy and I are really just better colleagues. He never came to my house. I just thought that wind chime was his kindness. I didn't expect you  So care. What's the matter, why am I hanging there openly waiting for you to get angry?"

    I said: "Who knows how close you are to others?"

    She sighed, "Why don't you believe me?"

    "Forget it, don't mention it," I said, "I like it when you hug me like this,

    "Someone said I was a bumpkin."

    At this time, I heard Wu Li say in my ear: "Awen, I understand." Her breath brushed my cheeks, warm.

    I smiled, "I'm much better now, you don't have to rub it anymore."

    Her hand stopped, but moved slowly and gently up to my chest.  She paused, and gently unbuttoned a shirt button on my chest. Her hand had already touched my skin, but stopped there. After a while, she buttoned the button again and touched my hair  , "Sleep."

    That night, it was raining slightly in Hangzhou, and the curtains let in a little street light.  She just hugged me and fell asleep, it was a warm and thick embrace.

    I took back the watch and Wu Li's clothes that I didn't send back to Wenzhou.  After getting dirty, I have been reluctant to wash it, because now?Lamps slid across the field of vision.  My upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and suddenly they closed, my consciousness began to blur, and I seemed to be shaking.  After a while, I suddenly remembered that I was on the road, and I was shocked. I opened my eyes immediately, and the car had already driven a long way.

    I immediately slapped myself twice, rolled down the windows on both sides to let the wind blow in, then went to the nearest gas station to buy a can of Coke, went back to the car, and drank it down.

    At one forty in the morning, I sat in the car by the side of the road and drank Coke blankly.  Just now, I fell asleep at seventy miles an hour, and the car was still going forward. If there had been an accident, I might be dead by now.

    A pang of deep sadness blows with the midnight wind: life is fragile.  We boast that it is strong, but it is very fragile. People may die due to various unexpected reasons, just like I may have died in a foreign country because I fell asleep while driving.

    If that's the case, wouldn't I be miserable?  Not even twenty-four years old, working hard for eighteen hours, with no one around, and never even married.

    If that's the case, Wu Li will know the news soon, and I believe she will be very sad, but will she regret not marrying me, so that my passport on Huangquan Road still says "single"?

    Lu Feng pointed at my nose and warned, "It is enough to work hard at work, and there is no need to work hard. To be honest, hard work should be done in moderation. Those people are only looking at the numbers now, and they don't care how much employees invest. This quarter's results come out, isn't it good?  It still doesn¡¯t work? Cut it again. There is nothing we can do.¡± (Remember this site¡¯s website: www.hlnovel.com
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