Overnight

Author: Kang Yanning
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Publish Date: 2004-01-01
Features: Now, she wants to break up with me?! My feelings are that she is good, where else can I find a girl like her? She has given me infinite love and care, and also given me passionate sex and tenderness. Her spirit and body are always perfectly presented before my eyes. I have never felt that she is so worth cherishing as I do now. Although I have thought that because of her beauty, she might leave me in the future, because I am an ordinary man, without money or power, only the talent I think I have, but this talent can't fool many people. I even saw everything about her as my entire life. I live for her, I can hardly imagine what I would become without her. I even thought about who would leave this world first between us, and I was deeply worried about it. In the more than a year we were together, I never thought about how to deal with this moment of breaking up. How bitter and helpless it is! I don't know how to vent, so I had to imitate what I saw in movies and threw a worthless teapot. The teapot was plastic, and it didn't break when it fell to the ground. The quality was really good, too good, I even used all my strength. The teapot made a "puff" sound on the wooden floor, but it refused to cooperate and rolled over, then stood there again. Only the lid didn't know where it went. I couldn't vent my frustration at all, my mood was about to burst. Everything has no reason, because there is no reason, everything has to end like this, who would believe that? It seems she pitied me, and her attitude softened. She said, "I know you'll be like this. This is the kind of husband I want. When you lose someone, you lose your dignity. You have to make me respect you." She took a few steps as if to leave. I don't think she is the kind of ruthless person. I haven't hurt her in any way. I don't have any other women outside, and I rarely have female friends. In the production team for three months, I rarely flirted with those actresses, not even for jokes or teasing, because those girls were really no match for Xiaoqian. Xiaoqian is my angel, my God. It is God who sent her to supervise me. I always take this as a warning and strictly adhere to the tacit understanding and silent vows of love: I will love her for my entire life, never change my heart, unless I die. Xia Yan once said: "Life begins with a moment of determination. Grass is resilient. Only such grass can laugh at the potted flowers raised in glass greenhouses." I am a potted flower in a glass greenhouse, while Xiaoqian is a resilient grass, living and leaving silently. She left her beauty to me, her pain to herself. She always tried to give the world perfection and take away regrets. I think, in her last moments of life, she must have been both painful and happy. But I was stuck in resentment and endless suspicion toward her. Maybe, as she herself said, she didn't want me or anyone else to see her last moments of life. She chose to leave alone, silently. The world didn't react at all to her departure. The countryside remained the same, the city remained the same, the sunshine remained the same, the wind and rain remained the same, everything remained the same. I understand that she didn't want me to see the desolation after her beauty was destroyed, the sorrow of her life being taken away, because I couldn't lose her, otherwise I would go mad! In this process, she endured everything for me and completely healed my heart and mind. In this process, she gave me a new understanding of life. In this process, she taught me what love is. Xiaoqian, my beloved and my ally. Summer is approaching, and the heat still covers this city. The heavy rain visited our streets and the road beneath our feet again. My Mercedes merged into the city's traffic and disappeared in the rain. In the car, the radio played a song, "The Sun Always Shines After the Rain." The sweetness and bitterness of life, the joys and sorrows, I wish to share with you. The inevitable falls and waits, be brave and lift your head. Who would rather hide in a sheltered harbor than face the surging waves? May you be the lighthouse waiting in your heart, guiding you through the fog to see the sunshine. The sun always shines after the rain. Believe that there will be a rainbow. Accept all the storms and know that I will always be by your side. My tears fell like rain, but the rain outside the car had stopped. In the end, at the forefront of the city, a rainbow descended from the sky, so red, so dazzling. Xiaoqian appeared in her beautiful form, like a halo of mirage before my eyes, but unreachable. She rose in the light of the rainbow and flew to the sky. Because where there is beauty, there she is. Look: a beam of sunlight in the blue sky also bears deep tracks. My phone rang, it was Anna's voice, she was crying. I said, "Don't play around, come back and listen to me." Anna hugged me from behind, holding Xiaoqian. On the coffee table, there was a book called "Cozy Home." Next to the book, a cup of coffee was steaming. Nobel once said: "Life is a gem that nature has given to humans to carve." Tonight, the bright moon hangs in the sky. The moonlight, like water, pours down, illuminating my heart and my woman. True love is precious, and to stay with love forever! I often go to her place. Last winter, her family bought her a computer. I rushed over and was quite busy. The computer desk I bought wasn't suitable, so I replaced it overnight and had it delivered to her house promptly. I did this only to give her a better study environment. I bought software for Haojie for her and audio-visual materials for Li Yang's Crazy English, Japanese, and other languages to help her study. Later, she suddenly mentioned breaking up. I was puzzled. She said she could be friends. I couldn't accept it at the time, but I still tried my best to salvage the relationship. But her mind was made up, and she was very firm. In the end, she even stopped being my friend. Absolutely! It caused me a lot of pain. He went out for a few days and had no contact with me. I am still a good woman, I won't lose the entire forest because of a dead tree. I remember later, he said to set up a QQ account for me. I asked how to set it up. He said there was a free QQ in the Haojie I gave him, and I could install it to chat. Later, every time he came home, he would log on in time. Later, I realized he had people he knew online. Then, after breaking up, I thought about the reasons. At that time, his mailbox was set up by me. Suddenly, I remembered something, opened the mailbox, and everything became clear. It turned out that a woman had sent him photos from a photography studio. Honestly, any woman would find this photo disgusting. I found it ridiculous. The file name said something like "Crawling Image" and "Flying Style." It was something like this; Once, because my sketchbook was left with him, I needed it and asked him for it. His family said he had already left. I called his phone, but it was off. There was no choice but to spend money and buy a new one outside. The next day at noon, I called a classmate of his for the self-study exam, and his classmate said he didn't have class until the afternoon and hadn't seen him. He originally lived at home. Where else could he be these days, not at his classmate's dorm or at home? It was obvious. A classmate of his revealed that he was living with that woman, who was from a different place and seemed to be doing business in Beijing. That woman came back from the countryside after the 15th day of the first lunar month and found her. I am very serious about love. Now it seems I was too foolish, but I don't regret my. What is love? Indeed, there is no need to be too self-pitying or sorrowful. Pain is pain, but it's better to understand a person than to be blindfolded and follow someone for a lifetime. Now I understand that I should be kind to myself, because it's not worth getting hurt because of someone else's mistakes. I really don't understand Cuiwei's psychology. Did she get stimulated by something to become like this? Homosexuality? Is she treating the ethereal as a girl or a boy? The ethereal is too honest and too weak, controlled and bullied by her. The ethereal is so tall but has a mouse-like heart. She even advised me to divorce Anna, my lady, because I always revealed my "annoyance complex" for Anna in front of her.