Chapter 942: Dog Days (35)

Pink Rose Love: Three Dogs (Varu Alan)

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Giving Qing'er her mobile phone number, she felt very strange and didn't believe that it would really take more than a month to contact. I said, my landline doesn't have caller ID. Yes, the voice of the landline is completely different, can men also become vulnerable at night?

Qing'er was very puzzled that I had to save even 5 yuan on the caller ID fee, and I didn't bother to explain it to her. If I want to do what I want, I will cancel the landline and mobile phone together, and take the form of writing letters and telegrams, at least it will not bother others too much. At most, it is enough for a family to have a mobile phone, and it is not necessary for everyone to take one, and also forward text messages and greetings to each other, wasting their lives.

Of course, if I had been dating online, I might not think so.

But there is one thing I am very sober, there are some things that cannot be said, and even if they are written now, they will not be put on the Internet. Only when time has passed and the parties will not care about it can it be released.

That's why my friends say, it's safe to tell me the secret.

This is the sixth day of the last day, and it is summer. August 23, 2010.

In the summer season, the eagles begin to feed the birds in large numbers, the crops begin to ripen, and everything in the heavens and the earth begins to wither. This meant that the only good days of the year were over, and I had to start preparing for hibernation again.

In a place where others live a debauched life, I am clean and self-conscious, and my indulgent behavior has nothing to do with me. Because I know that even if I can escape the eyes of mortals, I will never be able to escape the punishment of the heavens. I want a true love that I love, and because it's the only one, I have to wait until I can confirm it.

However, Aunt Lu didn't wait for the start of school to ask me to go for beauty, and I knew that she had something to say to me, so I hurriedly went with an umbrella.

The scars on my face fell off in advance because of the shower, and it was inevitable that I would be exposed to the sun during the trip, so the recovery was very slow, and now it is still like a tear stain in a painting. I think that's the punishment for indulging one's own mind.

Aunt Lu said that it was so awkward to look at, and she couldn't say what she wanted to say to me.

In fact, I can guess what she wants to say, with her age and experience, she will definitely say: In fact, I can't meet a few people who will really pay attention to themselves in my life, so one or two are good, don't always think about what you can't reach, you should cherish what you have.

But, strangely, I don't want to know the truth about that Long Fei at all. He made up so many identities and stories, only his birthday hasn't changed, it's October 25 of the lunar calendar, December 9th of the Gregorian calendar, but every number has launched a video, and he doesn't care if it's a black screen on my side, and I don't know if I'm not interested in watching it at all.

I just minimized it and put it aside, and the downline was closed. If it weren't for the anniversary of my husband and I meeting, I thought my husband was making trouble, and I really wouldn't have watched it. I'm obsessed with waiting for someone, the person with the longest chat history ever, I don't think it's out of reach. On the contrary, I thought that as soon as we met, we would never be separated again.

I don't know why he let someone I never care about confess first? Could it be that I really misunderstood, that I wrote so humbly that he was so proud and arrogant that he forgot how he felt when chatting?