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Chapter 32

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    Song Yiyuan was a little surprised when she saw the letter.

    Just said that?

    She ran to the study to find Yu Yi.

    Song Yiyuan ran to the door, and Yu Yi looked up at her.

    Song Yiyuan didn't know what to say for a while.

    She didn¡¯t expect it to happen so soon. Judging from Yu Yi¡¯s previous performance, he probably didn¡¯t want her to know about it.

    "What's wrong?" Yu Yi asked.

    Song Yiyuan didn¡¯t know whether she should talk to Yu Yi about this topic at this moment.

    Yu Yi reacted and walked over: "See?"

    Song Yiyuan nodded.

    She asked: "Why?"

    "what why?"

    "That's it -" Song Yiyuan pursed her lips and looked at him, "You don't have to tell me this." She knew that Yu Yi didn't really want her to know about this secret love, or he didn't want her to know so early.  She just asked about the "girlfriend", and Yu Yi could simply say in two sentences that he had a relationship once in college, but he didn't like it very much, so they broke up quickly.  Song Yiyuan would not ask any more questions.  The secret of the secret love was kept.

    But he said it suddenly.

    If this secret love was so easy to talk about, Yu Yi wouldn't behave like that when he met her for the first time.

    "I said I'm ready." Yu Yi said.

    "Um?"

    Yu Yi looked at her: "Aren't you going to love me?" His eyes were as innocent and pure as a young man's, full of hope.

    Song Yiyuan was shocked.  You are going to love me, I believe it. In order to express my sincerity in believing, I show you my deepest feelings.  If you read it, you will believe it; if you believe it, you will love me.

    Can¡¯t wait, extremely eager, acting stupid.

    Now even junior high school students don¡¯t socialize like this.

    "Yeah." Song Yiyuan's voice was trembling, and she asked, "What did you eat when you grew up?" How could you develop such a rare character?

    Monk Yu Yi Zhang Er was confused and said uncertainly: "Eat."

    Song Yiyuan smiled - with tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she scolded him: "Idiot." Then she hugged him, "You are so stupid."

    "I'm not stupid." Yu Yi said, "It's just that you are too thoughtful."

    "If I don't think carefully, who will discover your cuteness?" Song Yiyuan was dissatisfied.

    "If I weren't stupid, you wouldn't realize how cute I am."

    Song Yiyuan raised her head from his arms, "Are you very eloquent lately?"

    Yu Yi: "You don't like it?"

    "I like it." She liked it when Yu Yi remained silent and let her bully her, and Song Yiyuan also liked it when Yu Yi learned to make her words more aggressive.  A long-lost pleasure in conversation.

    But Yu Yi is too good now, and she wants to protect his enthusiasm for speaking.

    "That's good." Song Yiyuan kissed him.

    "I thought you would ask." Yu Yi said suddenly.

    "Um?"

    ¡°It¡¯s about secret love.¡±

    "Do you want to say it?" Song Yiyuan looked at him.

    Yu Yi paused, "You can say that."

    Song Yiyuan then knew that he was not ready.  She wanted to know, but that could wait.

    "I know you've liked me for a long time, that's all." Song Yiyuan said, "I won't listen until you can really speak."

    "good."

    After lunch, Yu Yi rarely stayed at home for a day.  He has already planned to watch Korean dramas with his wife.  After watching only half an episode, Song Yiyuan's alarm clock rang and she stood up, "It's time to put on makeup."

    Yu Yi: "???" Except on the wedding day, Yu Yi never saw Song Yiyuan wearing makeup again.

    Song Yiyuan went upstairs in a hurry, and came down again in a hurry. She sat cross-legged on the floor and lined up her makeup tools - skin care, applying isolation, applying foundation, applying shadow, applying eye makeup all done in one go.

    Yu Yi watched her holding a pair of small steel pliers to her eyelids, pulling them as she did so that her eyelids flew up. She was frightened and asked, "Want to go out?"

    "Yeah." Song Yiyuan answered casually, "Go shopping with Pearl." Then she added, "I won't be back for dinner. We have to go to the movies tonight."

    Yu Yi¡¯s mood is subtle.

    At this time, I saw her change a pen and poke it into her eyes mercilessly.  He glanced away, not daring to look, and said, "Be careful."

    "Huh?" Song Yiyuan poked and poked, "Oh, I will. If it's too late, I will call you."

    &, the firm things are also being polished more and more rounded.  You clearly see how you have been polished into this state. When you pick up the pen to write those hard things, it hurts every time you write a paragraph, and the ending is sad, so tragic that you dare not write.  "

    "If you don't go up -" Song Yiyuan said, "what will it be like going down? Probably, at the beginning, I was full of naive edges and corners, and I proudly thought that going down was going to the bottom.  Experience, feel the blood and heartbeat close to the soil, and determined to write a masterpiece for the world. As a result, all the edges and corners were severely touched by hands, knives, thorns, and penises that came out of the mud from nowhere, leaving bruises,  Destroyed, castrated, so painful that in order to save his life, he grinded all the edges on the ground until he looked ordinary. If he wanted to climb up again, he had no hands or feet, so he had to roll up and down, dragging himself through the mud, and his whole body was dirty.  Anyone who wants to climb up will be easily grabbed back by the hands below. Those who are unwilling to climb up after a narrow escape can only lean on a cliff corner halfway up the slope and watch the struggling hands below and the figures singing and dancing above.  He knows where to go. He is already round, and his dream is round. He imagines the edges to write the dream, and the edges for Meng'an are sharper and more hurtful than the hands underneath. Writing is to give people hope, but  Fake edges are hopeless.¡±

    The two people looked at each other.  Everyone knows what each other is talking about.

    Cao Zhenzhen said: "You shouldn't be that miserable?"

    Song Yiyuan said: "You shouldn't be that miserable, either?"

    "It's okay." Cao Zhenzhen said, "But there is definitely wear and tear, and I don't dare to think about lofty ideals anymore."

    "Um."

    Cao Zhenzhen looked at her, "You know, Yiyuan."

    "Um?"

    "Some things are like jokes to anyone else, and they can't be told."

    "But talking to a certain person is as simple as eating and sleeping." Song Yiyuan said, "I know." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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