Can't cross by oneself

85.

Love to the end, overwhelmed with water.

I heard that when Li Zongsheng wrote this poem, he was disturbed and wrote it indiscriminately in anger.He himself didn't know what he wrote, but he didn't expect this song to become popular in half of China.

It was early in the morning when I got home that day, and Mr. Xia sat on the sofa with a cold face and waited for me.

Some things know the ending, and some questions know the answer, but I still can't help but keep asking.So what if you get a satisfying answer.So, we simply dodge such problems.Live awkwardly.

Where have you been?Already drunk?

Chatted with Jie for a while and drank some wine.

Can you tell me next time.

understood.

Why do you still smell like smoke?I remember Jay doesn't smoke.

I smoked.

Did you smoke?You are fucking capable, and you even learned to smoke!

It will be half a year ago.

you......

Well, you hurry to sleep.

Quit!

What?

Quit smoking for me!

I'm not addicted to cigarettes. I haven't smoked in the past few months when I've been with you. Don't worry.

No smoking in the future.

You know, I don't want to get lung cancer in the future.

Go take a shower, it stinks!

Hey, it's you who stinks.

86.

After reading a novel, the hero said to the heroine: Let's run away.

Then they escaped.

The author said that if you love someone, you will never look back and leave everything behind.

Definitely a romantic.

I hope that Mr. Xia will tell me: I must get married.

It's better than being stuck and restless.

Jie said to me: Since he can't speak, you can speak.

I shook my head.

If we can disconnect so decisively, why should we do this.

Can't be together, and don't have the courage to leave.

Desperate for each other, but don't have the courage to come out.

The ending is just a thought, a sentence, but we pretend to be deaf and dumb, and if we drag on like this, we will not give up if we don't see the Yellow River.

87.

Mr. Xia is sick.Influenza, dragging on for a week without taking medicine, plus staying up late, finally had a fever.

The fever was so dark that the sky was dark, and he vomited after taking the medicine.

I asked Jie for leave and took care of him at home.

Xiao Su, I feel like I'm going to die.

Dead wool is dead, just a fever.

Will you remarry after I die?

You are really burnt out.

Mr. Xia muttered a few more words, and fell asleep in a daze.

I hugged his head, both distressed and uncomfortable.

Mr. Xia is like a child, he has never seen him so weak, limp and easy to bully.Also very headstrong.

I want to eat ice.

No, you have a fever.

It's too hot and I'm sick.

Get you a wet towel instead.

Still uncomfortable.

I put my cool hands into his clothes and pressed them against his stomach.

Comfortable?

uh~

88.

I sent the novel to gay dating sites.Many people message me.

Some say they were moved.

Some say they have seen love.

Others said that they hoped that I would write an article with a good ending.

I replied one by one.I expected Mr. Xia to see it in my heart, but I didn't want him to see it.Such a tangled mood.

89.

In June, Mr. Xia and I went back to our alma mater.Just one year, it seems like a lifetime away.

After meeting with the teacher, I contacted Yuan Zi and Li Zai.

They each hugged a girlfriend, young men and women who were in love, the smell of hormones could be smelled across the table.

You two have such a good relationship, you are still together after graduation.

I smiled awkwardly.

I've always felt that Xiao Su couldn't do without Brother Xia.

Mr. Xia slammed Li Zai on the head: Can you talk, kid?

Brother Xia, where's your girlfriend?

Why don't I just go back to school, why did she come all the way here.

Yoyo, I feel sorry for my sister-in-law.

Yes, Brother Xia must be a good man.

I think you just deserve a beating.

Hee hee haha ​​chatted a lot without seriousness.Love, work, life, etc.It was morning again.

Mr. Xia and I had no choice but to find a hotel to stay and go back the next day.

90.

The summer in this city is very long.I asked Mr. Xia to play in a nearby square.

My skills are really mediocre, but I really like Mr. Xia's sweaty appearance when he plays.A tall man with a T-shirt attached to his body, his sturdy body looks as vigorous as a green tree.

Basketball can be regarded as the only sport he is interested in.

He found a few colleagues and came to make appointments when he was free.I am responsible for dragging him down, and he is responsible for earning points.

91.

The days went by fairly smoothly.

Me and Mr. Xia, Chang An, Auntie.The three seem to have reached a certain relationship balance, and they no longer startle each other and startle each other.

The sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms in September.It smells delicious, sweet and greasy.

I ran to a nearby park in my spare time, hung the umbrella upside down on the branch, and shook it hard, and the golden osmanthus fell down.Then put it in a plastic bag.

I asked Mr. Xia to accompany me to make wine.In fact, I can do it alone, but with him, the meaning is different.

Sweet-scented osmanthus is actually rice wine with sweet-scented osmanthus, very simple.We buried it under the peach blossom tree that we took the photo with earlier.Wait a year.

The remaining sweet-scented osmanthus made sweet-scented osmanthus honey.Spread a layer of sweet-scented osmanthus, spread a layer of sugar, and so on.The bottle can be opened in ten days.

Too sweet.

92.

I can write a lot every day, and I don't want to waste time on pen.Every minute of our lives is earned.

On a whim, I went to visit the museum.

From lotus-leaf-covered pots to golden beasts of the Western Han Dynasty, elegant lines to heavy gold utensils, hollow carvings, and exquisite mechanisms.

I was in a trance for a long time.

They have been preserved and passed on for thousands of years.It was created by human beings, and batch after batch of human beings died, and I, who stood outside the exhibition hall, also died.They are still there.

A wonderful feeling arises spontaneously.

They have seen too many people, and their silence is like a beast with eyes closed.If you want to know their stories, you can only ask the years.

I will die, and so will Mr. Xia.

Ou Kaitian looks at the world of mortals with his eyes, and his poor body is the one in his eyes.

93.

Met Liu Yi.in the coffee shop.

She took off her high school uniform and let go of her ponytail, but I didn't recognize her.

Wearing a sweater and skirt, a black ankle-length trench coat, and black high heels.The long hair is beautifully wavy, and she wears delicate clothes.Like the women coming and going on the side of the road, if she hadn't called me to stop, I would not have the slightest sense of familiarity.

do you work here?she asked hesitantly.

Yes.

Um... long time no see.You didn't come to the high school reunion either.

There were a lot of things going on at the time.

how have you been?

It's good, it's easy here, how about you?

I'm not bad either.After graduating from university, I joined the company to work, and the salary was very good.

haha.

I didn't know what to say, so I smiled awkwardly.

They are all old classmates, why don't you give me a discount?

I invite you.

I was transferred to the company here, maybe we will see each other often in the future, you can invite me every time.

Then [-]% off?

Okay.

I'll bring my colleagues over next time.

welcome.

Is it convenient to leave a phone number, I can still notify you of the next class reunion.

it is good.