Yes, that's the closest person I used to be.

I have a bed and sleeping with people in the deepest place.

Now.

She was in front of her, but she changed into the world.

I felt a little uncomfortable when I thought of her beautiful lipstick-skinned lips, maybe I had just licked the bald carrot.

That was my woman.

I lit a cigarette to hide my anxiety.

Someone pushed me, and the roommate pushed me: "Zhang Fan, you Ma Zi."

I said, "Are you beautiful? Come on."

He frowned and looked at me.

Everyone started to joke with her, then toast, then, one by one, went to chat with her, and then everyone fought each other.

Originally, when it comes to a party, everyone should be happy, looking for some nostalgic and nostalgic topics to talk about back then, but now everyone is starting to talk about it.

Men and women are together, even if they have boyfriends or girlfriends or even get married, they still kiss and touch them.

You said that dancing is out of place, how can you still kiss and touch it in public? This is not a good bird.

Some people are not bad people, but are bad people, but they just don’t have the chance to play bad things for them.

Then some people began to bury each other. Whatever you do is great if you have money, what kind of friendship you used to be so pure, but some people ruined the atmosphere and changed all the taste.

Forget it, since I have come and paid the money, I will carry forward my usual style and eat and drink quietly and get out of here.

It's all beer, no one can drink it with me, I drink it myself.

However, the taro buckle and the braised fish pieces were pretty good.

I eat and drink.

Someone was sitting next to me, and a fresh smell of perfume came.

I didn't see it, I knew it was a girl.

I guess it was her.

I just guessed, but I hope it was her.

“I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

It was indeed her.

I sniffed, didn't look at her, and continued to eat.

She asked, "It's been fine recently."

Everyone beside me looked at me weirdly.

Perhaps, they have never seen anyone who has been eating wildly.

Perhaps, they had never seen a beautiful woman beside him, but she was still caring about the people who were eating wildly.

She used to be beautiful, but now she is extremely beautiful.

When you have money, you can take care of all kinds of maintenance, skin care, and dress. As the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, which is probably the case.

I tried hard to swallow a piece of braised pork.

Then he took a sip of Tiandi No. 1 and said, "It's pretty good to you."

She nodded and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, but I still haven't changed anything."

I said, "Yes, it's still the same ugly."

She smiled and said, "It's even more humorous."

I said, "Yes."

She is silent, and I am silent.

I'll continue to eat.

I didn't look at her.

However, my appearance on the surface cannot conceal the turbulent waves in my heart.

After so long, things have changed a lot, and there are so many beauties around me, but I still can't let go of this woman.

I was full, took a glass of beer and stretched out: "It's so full."

Then, she wanted to say something to me, and saw my roommate going to toast her.

She was busy dealing with my roommate.

The roommate said, "You are so beautiful that you dare not recognize you anymore. I still remember you and Zhang Fan when you were with you, you two."

A bunch of nonsense.

Forget it, forget it, it doesn’t matter. I took my coat and left, it doesn’t make sense.

When she was about to stand up, she drank with a glass of wine in one hand, and suddenly grabbed the sleeve of my clothes with the other.

Then after drinking, she smiled at my roommate and said, "Sorry, Zhang Fan and I have two words to say."

The roommate is gone.

She looked at me, sat and looked at me, holding me with her hands.

I stood and looked at her.

She said, "I want to say a few words to you."

I looked at her.

She said: "Hard a few minutes."

I sat down and lit a cigarette.

I said, "Speak. If it's not nonsense, I will listen. If it's nonsense, or if I don't like to listen, I will leave."

She looked at me.

After a while, she said, "Do you hate me very much?"

I said, "Yes."

She said, "I know."

I was spitting smoke.

She said: "I need money, and I am unwilling to live a worse life than others. I don't want my family to be so poor and live that hard life."

I said, "Yes, you are almost the same as those who make chickens, but you are a little more advanced."

Her lips squirmed and almost cried. Perhaps, she never expected that I, who used to be obedient to her, would speak to her so badly.

Yes, after I was injured by her, my temperament changed drastically, and I became a crazy person from a normal person.

She said, "Do you have to do this?"

I said, "Is that so? You don't like to listen to you, you can get out. You say you are a chicken, but you are just serving a man, getting the considerable amount of money you want from him, allowing you to eat, drink, play and show off, and then giving your family a better life. Relatives and friends praise you for being sensible, but they don't understand what you get from selling yourself. No, it's not selling yourself, it's prostitution."

She interrupted me: "Zhang Fan, you are enough!"

I stood up and said, "Get out, I'm so fucking dirty and disgusting when I talk to you."

She asked, "Why am I dirty!"

She was not convinced.

I said, "Is it dirty for people who sell their souls and bodies for money? There are so many channels for making money, but you use your body to make money and sell your soul personality. I always feel that if a person thinks that money is more important than personality, it only means that he has no personality. I just go to bathe dogs every day, wash cars for people every day, wear the worst clothes, and be subject to cold eyes from others. I will not betray myself. Even if there is no woman, then so what? I look down on women who sell their body for money. That is to say, I look down on you. However, that is your own business and it has nothing to do with me, but now I don't want to talk to you. Facing you makes me feel disgusted."

After saying that, I didn't feel happy, but sad and pity as she gritted her teeth and held back her tears.

Forget it, it's time for me to leave.

I left and went out.

I don’t know if I did this, whether it was wrong or right. Maybe, I still didn’t really let it go.

By the way, I got a fight, then went to my former university, and then opened a room.

The hotel I am most familiar with is no longer the boss of the past, because it is already on holiday and the New Year is coming soon, so she only needs me to be fifty a night.

I'll go up.

This room was once the first time I had sex with her. Things changed, and tears shed tears first.

I went downstairs, and there was a convenience store at the door downstairs. I bought a few cans of beer, and after I came up, I sat on the balcony and drank.

It's very cold outside.

A familiar and unfamiliar university, that school still hasn't changed. When I sit in this position, she and I often hug and watch the dim lights of the school and drink alone.

My heart was filled with pain.
To be continued...