The road to death of the thesis case

"Bump..." Lu Mo pushed open the door angrily, and looked at the copywriting.

The copywriter showed a childlike smile, "Lu Mo, you are here."

Still the bright sunflower.

There is no sunshine, only the rain, clattering, as if singing nursery rhymes.

"Don't catch a cold." The boy held up an umbrella for the boy, and raindrops dripped from the transparent umbrella.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The man laughed.

"I like you" the teenager smiled at each other.

"Can I say it again? Lu Mo, I'm tired." The man smiled, but piercingly.

The boy gently stroked the other's gentle face.

In the cold room, only the smiling face of the man was left, and the crystal tears shed after the man left, but unfortunately he couldn't see it anymore.

Lu Mo, thank you for walking through my life and bringing warmth.

"Ah..." The man wailed loudly, and the cry was especially loud in the empty room.

"Pa" the bowl fell to the ground, and Chuchen hugged the copywriter anxiously, "Don't cry, don't cry..."

"Has he been here?" Chuchen hugged the copywriter.

no respond……

The copywriter knew that Lu Mo loved him, and he also loved that Lu Mo, who was gentle and dedicated, but his eyes seemed to be looking at others, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Finally one day, the copywriter followed Lu Mo, watching him walk towards another man, watching their tender lingering, watching them talking tender words of love.The tenderness on Lu Mo's face was something the writer had never seen before, like a rainbow.

Are you unwilling?Unwilling.give up?do not give up.Distressed?Distressed.

In fact, I am just a stand-in, self-righteous.I really don't want to admit it, they really do match, really.

Lu Mo, let me love you again.

In the distance, the gentle boy looked at the rambunctious boy with a gentle smile on his lips.

That day, the copywriter was as usual, opened the door, sat on the sofa, numbly cooking, and the steam blurred his face.

"I'm back." Lu Mo opened the door, looking in a good mood, the copywriter knew what he was doing.

"In a good mood?" The copywriter gently handed him a tissue.

Lu Mo wiped his sweat and said, "What does it have to do with you, you just do your own thing"

The copywriter handed him a pair of chopsticks and sat at the table. Lu Mo tasted it, spat it out, and threw it all into the trash can.

"What are you doing? Can you eat it?" Lu Mo closed the door of the room, "Disgusting"

The copywriter lowered his head, his long hair was covered with an expressionless face.

Lu Mo turned on the phone, and it was a young man with clear eyes and bright teeth, "Ming Min..."

The copywriter clears the table, who knows?He didn't eat either, and the old stomach problem was intertwined with the feeling of empty stomach.

The copywriter skillfully washed the dishes, put them in the disinfection cabinet, walked into the bathroom, and put the suit into the washing machine.

"Who told you to put it in the washing machine? Wash it by hand! Do you know how expensive these clothes are? You won't be able to pay for them if you sell them." Lu Mo sneered.

"I'm tired" the copy states.

"Then go die..." Lu Mo walked away.

The copywriter silently picked up the suit and washed his hands. His red hands hurt very much, and in the end they turned white, so numb that he couldn't feel the pain.

Enough is enough... Can this numb world fill my heart?

There's still a gap in my heart isn't it?blank...

It's so painful... Don't you love me?isn't it?Why do you like others... I'm sorry, I'm too cowardly...

Why?Why?Why?

Obviously... I am the one who loves you the most...

The copywriter picked up the harmonica and played the song, intense, sad, and strong emotions.

The distant time sheds melancholy, and the young face is blurred in the dream.

Sometimes, the more you please a person, the more likely it is to hurt your heart.Expectation is the root of heartache.

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oh baby