Chapter 920: Dog Days (13)

Pink Rose Love: Three Dogs (Varu Alan)

（13）

I remembered that when I graduated from college, the class president also went to the county where my girlfriend was, and at that time, he happened to be promoted to a county-level city, and he became the mayor's son-in-law, and later he became the chief prosecutor. Now it is said that he is divorced, and he has returned to the provincial capital to open a law firm.

Originally, we were the only couple in our class, but unfortunately it didn't wait for the twenty-year party to disintegrate. Life is like this, no matter how hard you try, you will go back to your original trajectory, no matter how you strive for it, it will disappear, or it is better to accept your fate with what you encounter.

In the future, I will no longer listen to what I like in my heart, I will take good care of the qiē in front of me, and I will no longer chase those feelings of distress or vertigo. Those are not mortals in the world, they are in the heights, a distant lonely peak. That's why I use the word "peak", although sometimes it is written as "feng". They are completely different from the people who have this word in their names in reality, and that kind of spiritual encounter cannot be destroyed by meeting.

I'll admit I'm vulgar. My eyes are no different from ordinary people, and my eyes still carry the disdain that ordinary people don't often have. I know that men like girls and hate ladies, and they only want to get the money to chase girls from ladies.

Bing Qingyujie and they all like to tease those boys, often making people feel that their money is easy to cheat, eating, buying gifts, going on a trip to pay all the way, just when the boy is full of expectations, slip away. It's as if they're flirting with their rivals' husbands.

I said, what they do is wonderful if a man treats a girl, and the girls expect to be cared for without having to promise each other, but it's too cruel to the boy, and the boy wants more gratuitous ** satisfaction than gratuitous material satisfaction, right?

I like to read, and they feel that reading people can improve their self-cultivation.

I remember that when I had the freedom to read people, I was also awkward in my interactions with other people. Usually I lose time and money, and I still don't know if I will pay it back.

My husband still laughs at the guy who came to see me with a bag of tomatoes, and I said that it was probably because I knew that we liked to eat tomatoes when we were in high school (at that time, the beautiful tomatoes sold for 8 cents a pound at the school gate).

This person asked me to accompany him to buy a suitcase and take a bus to a big mall to sell it, but I didn't expect the suitcase to be so expensive, I advanced the money (I forgot how much). After I said goodbye and boarded the bus, the man chased after me with the suitcase, and the box was caught in the door, and the man quarreled with the driver and the conductor, and the sound was very strange and a little disgusting to hear.

Everyone said that you couldn't blame the driver for squeezing in, so he asked me to accompany him back to the mall to reason with the salesperson, saying that the quality of the box was too inferior and that he had to ask for an explanation. At that time, it was already dark, and I didn't want to go, but because I bought it with him, I had to witness it.

When he was there to negotiate with the people in the mall, I was worried about how I would go back alone after dark, and I didn't say a word, I didn't even listen to what he said, and I didn't care what the outcome was.