C199 (1/2)

How is this possible?

Shock!

Isn't it that Yin Yijie and Fan Kui had changed their minds, so what did I have to do?

I've seen too many of their shows.

Yin Yijie looked so familiar to me that I knew everything about him. For example, there was a white birthmark under the second abdominal muscle on his left side. If it was dark, it would definitely be able to catch up with the famous ChandlerBing.

He, when he was with me, that smile, that tenderness, that... It really wasn't covered.

If he really had a relationship with Fan Ji, how could he have acted like a zombie with such a straight face?

That's right, he didn't even look at that woman's face in the photo. Just by looking at his toes, one could tell that he must have been beaten up by that chicken woman again.

Alas, my poor man...

Turning around, I tried to move myself home.

At the roadside temporary bike park, it was so cold and there were so many bicycles.

The old man was reading a newspaper and was wearing a thick military coat.

I glanced at it. It was still the economic version.

Oh, it was indeed deeper than what the newsstand was used to attract customers to.

I was curious. Did a lot of people in the world like to read newspapers?

How come I don't have the habit?

Newspapers, other than going to the toilet to wipe off fart to buy a bag of gold candy, it can also cover things, right?

Gran said the newspaper was big and cheap, and it felt much cleaner when you stuck it to the wall.

Was the newspaper still there to read?

Perhaps, if one day I am going to open up, I can consider investing in the newspaper industry.

Seeing that woman invest in the beauty salon, she wouldn't personally take the stage, would she?

Well, it's not impossible.

I nodded, satisfied with my constructive opinion.

I hope my hard-working guardian will stay away from her so she won't get sick.

In the yard, two women who bought groceries walked ahead of me, mumbling to themselves as they walked.

The fashionable old lady on the left, with her dark skirt and brown hair, sighed.

”Have you heard? Director Yin also bought a house here, it seems like I've seen it a few times. I didn't expect him to be such a good person. He's not as serious as he looks on TV. ”

The woman on the right carried several large and small bags as she nodded and echoed:

”I've seen it a few times. But I heard that the house here is for someone else. I've met him a few times, and he's quite pretty. ”

The wind blew, and the lonely leaves of his dry fingers fell.

I pulled at my scarf to hide my face.

I don't know which auntie held the beef in her hand, but it made me so uncomfortable that I wanted to vomit again.

However, I can't. What am I vomiting outside if I'm not a vindictive woman?

The woman on the left rubbed her red nose and sighed while shaking her head:

”Children these days, really. They were all overestimating themselves. For the sake of a few coins, he was even willing to buy it. In the future, what else was there that he couldn't bear to buy it for? ”Generation after generation …”

The woman on the right said with tired steps,

”Now that she's getting married, I still don't know if I can support her anymore. It's just after playing around with her.” The tricks of a rich person were similar to changing his clothes. It was truly wicked. It was still the women who suffered. ”Let's see what kind of king Hong Kong has. When I was young, I was close to money, and now I set up stalls.”

”Yeah. Selling oneself for a meal, can you grow up … ”

The two old ladies changed the subject and continued to prick at current affairs.

I, leaning against the polished stainless steel wall of the elevator, stared at my feet, my hands cold and shivering.

Did I sell myself?

What did I get?

No, I didn't.

No! Nothing.

But why should I be so upset?

The cold in my back seemed to excite my stomach again, and I felt a wave of retching, as if it were too late for me to go home.

I pinched my arm to keep myself awake.

I need to be calm, yes, I need to be calm.

Calm down, calm down...

Is there a need for me to have such a huge reaction to this kind of thing?

Even if Yin Yijie wants to marry any other woman, what does it have to do with me?!

Closing his eyes, the elevator stopped …

14th floor, auntie has already gone down. I, can also go down.

Perhaps, the 13th floor has never appeared before. Can I also use this method to disappear?

Follow the stairs to 12B, hide in your own corner?!

At the turn of the stairs, leaning on the handrail, his stomach was not feeling good at all. His heart felt like it was even worse than his stomach …

He was numb. He didn't feel anything.

Who knows if this is my home or not? Can I go back?

With the word ”reply,” do I need to go to Shaoxing and dig out Kong Yiji for further advice? Or perhaps, there is a sixth method?

If I can't find Kong Yiji's tomb, can I change my mind and dig out his grave?

Where did you bury him?

Should I first carefully study it?

Ha, I have something to do. I'll go home.

Before the sixth method of writing ”Go Back” comes out, I can call this place my home for the time being.

After all, Yin Yijie had never called home. He had never announced that this was no longer my home.

Of course not, this is our home, Yin Yijie, how could we do that?

Rather than this, I think it would be more appropriate for him to use a mask as a means of entertainment.

Yes, he did everything in advance. Since he loves me, why would he marry someone else?

Or I might have believed him to marry anyone else, except Fan.

Because, he had clearly said several times that he didn't feel anything for Fan Jie, or even hated him.

He also said that he would make a good future for us.

Was that one of his efforts?

Well, take a deep breath and nod, I think that's more likely.

How could Yin Yijie escape such a fate?

Perhaps, he would be like the ice jade pot, twisting and turning, fighting on, would he?

No matter how many times he made a fuss, the jade pot Bing Bing was not engaged, not to mention getting married.

Yin Yijie probably wouldn't either.

Open the door, come home, warm, sad, dry.

Yin Yijie, how long has it been since you last came home?

Half a year?

Eight months?