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I suddenly found out that I was lighting a candle to sing and make a wish, so I was deflated, pulled out the plugged candles one by one, and threw them directly into the garbage basket.

I didn't make a wish, I just meditated on the candle for a while: starting tomorrow, I will be twenty-one years old, be kind to myself!

After saying what he said to himself, he picked a strawberry on it with a spoon, and when he took a bite, it was a little sour, which stimulated his mouth to keep secreting saliva.

She scooped up a big spoonful of cream to save herself, uh...... It's so sweet!

Brushing the cream aside, she took a few bites of the lower layer of cake, a feeling of fullness wrapping around her stomach.

Unable to eat, she paused for a moment and resumed fighting. If you can't finish eating it tomorrow morning, it won't be breakfast, it's not a good waste, not to mention that this is a blind man who has never been masked and bought it for her, how can she not cheer?

One bite after another, when she swallowed her stomach so hard almost without biting, the tears in the corners of her eyes burst again, and several fell on the cake. She took a bite, a little salty, mixed with the sweet cream, and a little bitter.

It's the first time she's seen such a lonely birthday, her roommate and boyfriend haven't returned from a trip, and Xinyan is not there, so she can only eat the cake that she can't finish by herself.

She took out her mobile phone, found his number and pressed it for a long time, and finally chose to delete the point, and kicked him out of WeChat and QQ.

Thankfully, he doesn't play much with those communication apps, and by the time he finds out, things should be over.

She even wishfully asked herself: If she can't see news about him, won't her heart hurt so much?

Goodbye, my first love!

Once, she thought that the two were rails on the railway, even if they were parallel, but there was a moment when they were destined to meet when they crossed, but unfortunately that meeting was at the cost of a heart-rending collision, and then the crossed rails returned to the parallel line and parted ways again.

She thought that sooner or later he would meet his red and white roses, and she was destined to be just a passerby in his life, and then she would be buried in the time of the years, precipitated forever, and dried into a memory.

When he remembers, he may recall her in the past, and she only wants to leave a good impression.

So, even though he was rough that night, she still chose to forgive him. And pray silently for him, may he have a bright future, a full love.

It may be a pity that lovers can't go to the end, but it also depends on a fate to accompany each other for a lifetime. She thought, maybe fate has not arrived, or maybe there is no fate.

Draw an end and hide this love in your heart, forever and ever!

She felt a throbbing pain in her chest, so she numbed herself with cake and kept stuffing it into her mouth, and then she realized that eating was not a pain relief at all.

A feeling of nausea welled up her throat, and she rushed to the sink and spat out all the cake she had eaten.

"Vomit ......" she took out her mouth and vomited the cakes, followed by the corn and porridge she ate at night, and finally there was nothing left in her stomach, only yellow-green bitter water.

She felt that the bile of lying down and tasting gall was not as bitter as bitter water, so she rinsed her mouth with the water from the faucet with her hand, washed it many times before drying her face with a towel, and when she looked up, she saw that her face was as white as a ghost.

How did it come to be like this? No wonder senior brothers and senior sisters ask themselves this. Hehe...... The most hurtful thing is not the sharp blade, not the bullet, but the feelings.

The rest of the cake was thrown directly into the garbage basket, and there was laughter outside the dormitory, and she thought that she couldn't sleep tonight, so she might as well relax, so she found a movie to watch.

Halfway through the movie, the plot dragged on, the characters had incorrect views, and the shaping was too flat, so I suddenly lost the mind to watch it, so I decisively closed the interface and sat in a daze.

There is the sound of walking coming and going outside the dormitory, and there is also the coquettish sound of shouting "Wait for me, let's be together", which is very lively!

In another hour, her birthday will be over, and that's great!

Thinking that I don't have to go home to see my mother's face for the New Year this year, my mood is doubly comfortable.

After washing up, when I was about to go to bed, the mobile phone rang, and it was my brother calling.

"Hey, Zhisu, hurry up and pack your luggage, we're going to catch the plane after a quarter past three in the morning. I've already ordered a van to meet at the entrance of the cafeteria, no later than half an hour, and I'll pack up my things and rush to the East Campus to meet you. After finishing speaking, the senior brother hung up the phone, apparently in a hurry to inform the other members.

Zhisu threw down her phone and immediately jumped up and pulled out her suitcase from the shelf at the door, fortunately her roommates were not there, and she could occupy several stools to put things.

The winter clothes were all thick, and she almost sat on the boxes before stuffing them in, followed by daily necessities, a few pairs of durable sneakers, and boots that she didn't bring because they took up too much space.

Then pack the computer, one or two books, keys, bank cards, notepads and other small parts to the practical book.

Standing in front of the bulging suitcase and school bag, she struggled to remember if anything had been left behind, and glanced at her empty desk to make sure it hadn't been left behind.

Climbed into bed, rolled up the quilt, stuffed it into the closet, unplugged the power strip again, clapped his hands, and then nodded contentedly, done!

She put her phone on the table to charge, and was afraid that something would really be left behind, so she turned out the packed things in her suitcase and checked it.

Hey, born to worry about life!