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    Meng Su left at seven in the morning, and I didn¡¯t get up until eleven.

    Probably because I was used to being a teacher, I didn¡¯t panic when I saw I was late, so I ate my breakfast slowly (?) and took the bus to work. The sun was very bright.  There is a long flower bed at the entrance of the factory. There are many pansies planted, all of which are blooming and thriving.

    When I walked to the office, it happened to be lunch time.

    Someone asked me to go to the cafeteria, and I said I wasn¡¯t hungry.

    In fact, I made the wrong decision.

    Because within ten minutes, Li Zhurong called me and asked me where I was. I said I was in the cafeteria.

    He said: "Which floor is it on?"

    "Second floor."

    "The cafeteria does not have a second floor."

    I looked surprised: ¡°How many people can fit on one floor?¡±

    "Don't change the subject for me. Come to the door in three minutes and I will take you to dinner."

    "I dont go."

    "You still have two and a half minutes."

    "Crazy." I hung up the phone-

    Two minutes later, I was already sitting on the rooftop of a nearby building.

    I saw Li Zhurong¡¯s car driving over and parked at the main entrance of the office building.  He was usually too majestic. When an employee came back from dinner, he recognized that it was his car and went around the road from a distance to get in through the back door.

    I even turned off my phone.

    I saw him coming out of the office building, talking on the phone while walking.  I sat down, leaned against the wall, and started looking at the files I had brought from the office.

    The weather was so good that when I saw three o'clock in the afternoon, I decided to spread my coat on the ground and take a nap.

    I used to be a very light sleeper, but in the past few months, it has become increasingly difficult to wake me up. By the time I felt the shaking, I had already been thrown onto a soft bed.

    The surroundings are authentic European decoration, and the curtains are dark blue velvet.  This place is so familiar.

    It has been half a year since that incident, and I still have lingering fears.  More than one person died in this house, and I didn't know he still lived here.

    But this is indeed his style.

    People in Beijing call their son Little King of Hell. He is of course the Lord of Hell. He is immune to fire and water. If others dirty his house, he will live in whatever way he wants after cleaning it. He will not take it seriously.  .

    The lights were on in the room and I couldn't see outside. I turned over and tried to get up.

    "Don't move" Li Zhurong held me down: "Want to drink water?"

    "what time is it?"

    "It's still early." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to hold me down as I tried to get up, frowning and said, "Seven forty-five."

    My shoulders were held down, and I struggled to reach the clothes on the quilt. He easily held me down with one hand, making me unable to move.  I didn't speak, and he didn't speak either.  Neither of them said a word, and they struggled silently in the darkness. I was sweating all over as I struggled, and when I heard him laughing sullenly, I couldn't bear to yell at him: "Let me go! I want to go home!"

    "Your home is right here, where else do you want to go back?"

    I couldn¡¯t reason with the madman, so I gritted my teeth and struggled. He was probably afraid that I would lose my breath in anxiety, so he finally let go.  I quickly grabbed my clothes, pretended to wear them, and ran away while he wasn't paying attention.

    He didn¡¯t know where he came from such a fast speed. He had quick eyes and quick hands. He grabbed my wrist with one hand and threw me back on the bed like a capture.

    "You bastard!" I was knocked unconscious, yelling and struggling, but he could hold me down with one hand and even took the opportunity to roll onto the bed.

    "Say it again!" He put a hand beside my face and looked down at me dangerously.

    ""

    "Why don't you scold me?" He continued to look down.

    Am I stupid?  I am not aware of this common trick?  The reason why you followed the procedure ten years ago was to give you an excuse to proceed further.  Now I don't want to have anything to do with you at all, so I still play this kind of trick with you?  This trick can't even fool the group of female students I teach, okay?

    Everyone in this world has their own expertise. Some are love saints, such as Zheng Yehu, and some are natural leaders, such as Li Zhurong.  But he just thought that he was a lover, so he did nothing wrong.  He didn't know that no matter how much people love each other, they need to compromise with each other.

    What¡¯s the use of talking about this now?

    Freedom is the last word.

    The so-called freedom means that no one can force you to do something you don¡¯t like.  Because of freedom, there is room for choice.  Because you have a choice, you have the opportunity to bargain with others.  Otherwise youThe model for harmonious coexistence is not between one person and another, but between the United States and Iraq.  Iraq will not explain to anyone: We do not have weapons of mass destruction.  Is it useful to explain to you?  Are you Ultraman?  Can you stop America?

    Do you want to show your integrity with Iraq?  What is backbone?  Are people across the country strapping bombs to commit suicide?

    It¡¯s not that Iraq doesn¡¯t want to communicate, it¡¯s that it doesn¡¯t have the qualifications.  The United States only communicates with countries like Russia.  Do you want to communicate?  Let¡¯s become Russia first.

    I was luckier than Iraq. A guy named Mengsu fell from the sky and rescued me from the bombing because of some ideals and ambitions. Then I suddenly remembered that there is something called  ideal.  It turns out that instead of Iraq, I can be Russia.  You can eat lunch wherever you want, and chat with whomever you want.  I can even argue with Li Zhurong.

    what is love?  Can it be used for eating?

    The only love I have ever experienced in my life was as tragic as the Twin Towers that were destroyed on 9/11.

    Xiaozhe, please forgive me for not accompanying you anymore.

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