Is there anyone in charge of A installed O?

Duan Quyue woke up, she was completely awake.Perhaps in this dream, she was awake all the time, she was awake when she asked "Do you know?", and she was also awake when she got the answer.

She has always been vigilant, and sometimes hears the voice of reality in her dreams, and her consciousness will gradually withdraw, and the existence of dreams will become clear in her dreams.Because she knew that Ye Baoxi would never come to her again.In the opening speech of high school, the word fate emphasized by the prefect made her just want to laugh at that time, but now her heart was immersed in ice water, and her beating became slow and stiff.

Is it fate?It was still guided by the book of fate early in the morning. She and Ye Baoxi only had the fate to spend the first few years of their lives, and they did not have the ability to stay together for a long time.It's better to convince yourself that way.

But, in fact, she is not enough temperament to ask fate. In this relationship, she is the one who has been retreating and rejecting, and the one who has been hurting the other party is her. Now there is a resounding resounding resentment in her heart slap.

"I heard that Baoxi is getting married today, are you going?"

Xie Chaoyang's cautious expression overlapped with the one in the dream, Duan Quyue still perfunctory said: "I won't go, there is something wrong with the company department today."

"it is good."

Today is Sunday, but fortunately, the Internet company where Xie Chaoyang works has a lot of overtime and it is unreasonable, which makes her lie a little more believable.

In line with her imagination, Xie Chaoyang turned around and left without saying anything else. She knew it was a pity that her mother was still there, but it was a pity that Ye Baoxi, who had grown up, was not able to be with Duan Quyue as she wished, and the two of them became broken mirror fragments. A kind of futility.

At this moment, she didn't even want to attend the other party's wedding.

Time flies so fast, from the transfer to the university graduation, the so-called precious years of life have passed like this, Duan Quyue didn't even feel anything from it.

She didn't waste her time. According to Xie Chaoyang's expectations for her, she applied to join the organization as a freshman, and then became an activist, step by step to officially join.After passing CET-[-] and CET-[-], I have all the educational qualifications and Mandarin driver's license, and I get scholarships every year.

Duan Quyue felt as if she was holding back her energy and imagining who would prove her ability. She worked so hard like ordinary people, and when she graduated, she filled a whole page of her resume and successfully entered a big factory.She walked through the avenue with a book in her arms, sat alone in the corner of the cafeteria and ate, and occasionally felt lonely.

She will miss Ye Baoxi in the past, think of the way the other party talks to her, think of the taste the other party likes when choosing meals, and also think of the type of food the other party likes when shopping online.Even if there is no excuse to keep in touch, she is watching the other person's life in the circle of friends, and she can't tell what state she is in.

The medicine prescribed by the doctor turned people into a blank sheet of paper, their emotions were so stable that there were no wrinkles, and they couldn't even taste the bitterness of loss.But Duan Quyue occasionally suffers from insomnia, she used her fingers to write the three characters "Ye Baoxi" stroke by stroke on the bed board, almost grinding out a small hole where the bedside mat was not covered.

Is it ridiculous?

Ridiculous.

Duan Quyue also thinks she is ridiculous, but she seems to be separated from Duan Quyue in the past. She no longer demands perfection from herself, but wants to do unreasonable actions in retaliation, and wants to uncover the wounds under the veil of perfection.

She is a pottery doll with a painted shell. They have already determined the color of each part of her, and then put the paintbrush into her hand in a pretentious manner, giving her the illusion that she has the right to choose.The world is a lie and so is her perfection.

When Duan Quyue was ill, she called Li Wenxiu. Holding the phone, she let out a vicious and sweet laugh: "Ms. Li, do you want to call now to care about my father? Don't you like this? Let him continue Come and call me? Since you are so kind, why don't you call him now?"

Li Wenxiu didn't have any malicious intentions, she just wanted to help her.Like the classmates who found her bruised arms and kept silent, like the neighbors who smashed through the debris of her house and her kneeling on the ground, but turned a blind eye.Maybe everyone thought it was okay, everyone thought it was an accident, and everyone asked her to be patient.

Duan Quyue didn't want to be patient. When she was sick, she not only wanted to vent, but also tore off other people's masks. She wanted everyone to know her identity as a murderer who was watching coldly. She didn't allow anyone to think that she was kind and innocent.

But when she woke up, she called the phone book one by one to apologize. She is not a thorough person, and she is not thorough in everything.

Not so for Ye Baoxi.

While thinking, Duan Quyue poured hot water and took it upstairs, ready to take some medicine while it was hot and go to bed, and stop thinking about it—her shame has been trained, and she feels sorry when she recalls her hysterical behavior.

What is Ye Baoxi?Count a flower she missed, count a beautiful butterfly flying past her, count the sun that briefly shined on her.She didn't know how to face each other, as it was destined, everything slowly slipped into an irretrievable direction.

She was lucky for the other party that she did not become Duan Quyue's lover, because it was a hard job.Probably because of bad luck, she didn't meet a good family, she didn't have a good personality, and she didn't have good communication skills.She just had not much luck and briefly shook hands with the sun.

For the rest of my life, I will not always remember the heat of the sun and the scars of the burn, probably not, maybe not, maybe not.

Duan Quyue pushed open the door of the room, the carpet on the floor accommodated her voice, she recalled the past in a trance - in the past, her room was also covered with carpet, she often sat on the floor with Ye Baoxi to do homework, even if it was bad for the back, Later, I couldn't quit this bad habit.

Where's the medicine?

She turned her head and saw the sealed bag on the bookshelf. She opened it and considered the doctor's order for a while before deciding on the dosage. She swallowed it with hot water, but her eyes fell on the corner of the bottom notebook filled with coils.There are piles of her diaries from the past, which were piled up when she cultivated the habit of writing when she was a child, and her desire to express was gradually wiped out later.

Duan Quyue suddenly became curious to look at the traces of her past. When she opened it, the clumsy handwriting and the upside-down narrative style made her feel novel. Looking at the past words, she vaguely recalled her past feelings.

[On May 2003, 5, the weather was fine.My mood is sunny like the weather. Why is this question?I don’t want to write it down, but I’m worried that I will forget this moment in the future, so let’s write it down!Today I got a good grade of No.17 in the class in the exam of the big class, and the teacher sent me a certificate.The certificate is not the most important thing, the most important thing is to sit down and look at my Ye Baoxi's eyes.I can't express my feelings, but I want to always be No.1 in the future, and I want to be looked at by Ye Baoxi like this. 】

Congratulations, half of your wish has come true, but you will never be looked at by Ye Baoxi like this again.

Duan Quyue's mind, which had become chaotic due to the drugs, suddenly became clear. She recalled how she ran downstairs to show her mother after finishing writing the diary, and she remembered saying—"I will always take No.1 in the future."

It's not too unexpected. In the first ten years of her life, her and Ye Baoxi's worlds overlapped on a large scale, and it's not surprising that the other's name appeared in the diary.She just felt pity and sad. Why did she and the other party come to this point when she took advantage of the right time and place? Losing someone seems to be a very simple matter.

She finally felt tired, went to bed wrapped in a blanket and fell asleep slowly, this time finally there was no wedding march, and there was no Ye Baoxi who threw flowers to Yu Pei.It is safe for Duan Quyue's dream to return to the gray, chaotic and cold state, she can no longer tell the truth from the fake.

It was dusk when she woke up from the effects of the medicine, and the golden light shone through the window on the wall, dyeing her.The world was so quiet that even the sound of the car starting could not be heard. Waking up at such an evening would not be joyful. She seemed to be abandoned in a corner by the world, and no one came towards her.

Duan Quyue looked at the ceiling and let out a long sigh, and went downstairs to pour water to soothe her cracked throat. Her head ached, but she saw Xie Chaoyang who was changing shoes at the entrance.

"I'm home?"

"I am back."

Xie Chaoyang glanced at her, and it was hard to say anything, they confronted each other for a while, Duan Quyue spoke first: "What are the flowers arranged at the wedding?"

"Rose."

This question is very common, Xie Chaoyang answered casually, and Duan Quyue bent the corner of her eyes stiffly - I know, it can't be Perfume Lily.

Things like toffee don't go well with Huamei.

Duan Quyue went to the sink to wash her hands, took a cup to fill with water, and heard Xie Chaoyang add: "Xiaoxi asked me how you were doing, and said it was a pity that I didn't see you, if you were here, I would send you the bouquet -"

Before the words were finished, the water glass was already smashed to pieces, Xie Chaoyang hurried over to clean up the mess, and didn't even finish half of what he said, and Duan Quyue couldn't feel the pain of being scratched by the tiny glass when he was pulled away.

This was something she hadn't guessed.

Later, Duan Quyue never dreamed of Ye Baoxi again, neither did Lily, nor Rose.

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The author has something to say:

It suddenly occurred to me that the emotion I wanted to express at the beginning of writing this book was deviation.Like is an elusive thing, almost impossible.

Thank you to everyone who sees here, I will kiss everyone who supports me!

(End of the book)