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    "Do you know? I'm already tired!" W frantically struggled to get rid of her hand, and I held her hand tightly. Perhaps because of too much force, my hand that was thrown off scraped the tree trunk and cut a cut.

    "Snapped!"

    A loud slap in the face.

    w lowered his head in a crying voice.

    I put my cut finger in my mouth and sucked the blood, it was very salty and bitter.

    Tears fell. I have always thought that I am a very fragile person. I don¡¯t know if the tears are for her to see or I can¡¯t control them. I just hope that maybe I can exchange some of her pity for me with weakness.  Can keep her.

    But I was wrong.

    turn around

    leave

    Everything is so simple, no nostalgia, no reluctance.

    "You never understand me! You never understand me! I hate you! You are so fucking selfish!" I stood on the street and started to growl, and the people around me looked at me like a clown, with  There is no pity, only ridicule.  Laughing at the tragedy of a poor man being abandoned by a woman and still lingering.  Some people stopped to watch this emotional drama without paying.

    I was sure w could hear my hysterical snarl as she disappeared into the crowd without looking back.  For the first time, I felt that summer nights can be so cold, some wind blows on my face and I start to shiver.

    I squatted on the ground and hugged my knees, like a beggar, and cried aloud. People in a hurry cast some pity but mocking eyes when they passed by me, but I didn't care.  The neon lights seem to be laughing at my stupidity, especially dazzling.  I never thought that I would stage such a tragedy in this noisy city. God always loves to make fun of people. No matter how pious you are, I hate God.

    "Boom¡ª¡ª"

    It's raining, I don't know if every rain will have a pair of lovers break up, this idea may be too cruel, but when the rain falls across the sky and falls to the ground, it always makes people feel a little sad.

    Opening the curtains, the street was very deserted, only a few scattered people were still wandering on the street.

    ? Turn on the phone, at 2:30 in the morning, an unread text message:

    I will return to Shanghai the day after tomorrow.

    "Crackling¡ª¡ª" the raindrops made a crisp sound on the glass window.

    A woman's beauty is inversely proportional to her sense of security. Because of this truth, I have never confessed it.  Because I always feel that her beauty is the distance between me and her.

    She is good at English, but bad at math, but I am not bad at math. She often asks me questions about math. I find her very stupid, and it takes me a long time to explain a very simple question.  But I am happy to explain it to her, no matter how long it takes, I will always talk about it until she understands it.  I love watching her focused expression during the presentation.  so cute.

    When she was in the second class of high school, she surprisingly chose science. Fortunately, we were still in the same class, but unfortunately, we were not at the same table.  There was a time when I thought narcissistically that w chose science because of me, but later I found out that I was wrong.

    She is at the same table as l, who is more decadent than me, and often fights at school.  But the person is very handsome.  In school, girls also like to gossip.

    When I found out that they were in love, I wasn't particularly surprised. A handsome guy matches a beautiful girl, and besides sitting together, it would be strange if nothing happened.  This was something I had thought about a long time ago. What I didn't expect was that W was too involved in this time. I was very worried that she would get hurt because of it. The worry started from the first time I saw L holding the hands of other girls.  I dare not tell w, but every time I see w preparing gifts for l for certain festivals, I always feel sad for w.  Maybe it's feeling sorry for myself because someone I love is in love with someone who doesn't love her.

    In those days, the only way to vent his unhappiness was by playing basketball. After that, he became the main point guard of the school team.  In this relationship, I feel that I am very powerless, unable to stop or change the plot, because I am just an extra, or just a passerby.  I can only watch the development of the plot but can't change it.  At that time, I hated myself very much, hated my cowardice, hated my own incompetence, hated the woman I liked opposite me for not even having the courage to say the word "like".

    However, it seems that w doesn't know that I have always liked her, and has always played the role of my good friend. She often comes to watch my games alone, and also accompany me to eat wild food everywhere, but she doesn't feel that she has gained weight  , I reckon, there should be roundworms in her stomach.

    Finally, they broke up in their third year of high school because l was going abroad.  And this pair of lovers is not like the hero and heroine in Korean dramas waiting for the return of the hero.

    The night after the breakup, w put me??I want to run to the balcony to make calls, anyway, my eye circles are always red after every call.

    Afterwards, I didn't let w know that I was there that day, nor did I ask her, and I kept that kind of non-embarrassing relationship.

    Recalling the previous dream, I couldn't help laughing at myself, have w and I really been together?  Why do we say we broke up

    I filled the bathtub with water, and the whole bathroom was filled with water vapor, so foggy that I submerged my whole body in the water.

    "Ding¡ª¡ª"

    The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman with a fairly charitable face, "Hello, you are Ye Xiao, right?

    "En." I squeezed out a slight smile.

    "Then please come in."

    "Do you want some water?" The middle-aged woman took out a cup.

    "No need." This is not to be polite, but that I am really not very thirsty.

    I looked around and the decoration of this family is pretty good, at least it doesn't look like pulling the engineering team on the road to fix it.  A middle-aged man with a big beard sat cross-legged on the sofa and watched the game. Judging by his posture, he should have some status at home.

    I just found a sofa and sat down, the man suddenly gave me a look, and I stood up a little at a loss, "Imy name is Ye Xiaoit'sI'm here to apply for a writer to teach"

    The hostess burst out laughing, "Oh, Lao Liu, you see you scare people. Xiaoye, it doesn't matter with his expression, he is quite kind."

    To be honest, for such a man with such fierce eyes, apart from being more like a criminal, it is really impossible to imagine that he can hook up with the word kindness.

    "Well I can see it" Although I thought so psychologically, I was not stupid enough to express my thoughts.

    Then I chatted with the criminal about his daughter. During the process of understanding, he kept putting his hands in the inside pockets of his jacket, as if he would pull out a gun at any time and say to me, "you're done."

    The criminal showed me some of his daughter's usual grades. After reading the grades, I was a little stupid. No subject can score more than 50 points.  It was indeed a bit challenging for me as a first-time tutor.  I looked at the criminal's face again, and thought that if I couldn't get her daughter's grades up, maybe my little life would be over.

    "Money is not a problem, as long as you can improve our daughter's grades, we can discuss the issue of remuneration." The criminal's tone made me unable to refuse.  "To tell you the truth, we have also hired a lot of tutors, but not only were they ineffective, but many of them were also angry."

    "Money is a small problem. For college students like us, a little more social experience is the real thing. I will try my best." I found that my brain was always short-circuited at critical times, and I obviously wanted to retreat.  , but I don¡¯t know why I said so many fighting words.

    "Then thank you." The criminal took out a cigarette and lit it.  "Wei Wei is in that room, you should get acquainted with her today, and start tomorrow."

    "Hello." Gently opened the door, and saw a girl with short hair looking at the computer watching some unnutritious animations.

    "What's the matter, have you knocked on the door? Come in." She turned the boss chair she was sitting on.

    "Sorry." I smiled and knocked on the door twice, "I will be your tutor from tomorrow on."

    I had already expected this young lady's temper in the conversation with the criminal just now, so there was nothing particularly annoying about it.

    "Tch¡ª¡ª"

    She turned her boss chair and continued to look at the computer, "Just say what you have to say."

    "Wellmy name is Ye Xiao."

    "Well, I heard." She rested her head on her arm, her face full of indifference and provocation.

    I restrained myself and squeezed out a smile, "From tomorrow onwards, I will come to tutor you in your studies. I hope we can cooperate more. If you have any questions you don't understand at school, you can ask me for advice."  "

    "Then come back tomorrow, bye." She interrupted me before I could finish speaking.

    "What a proud girl." When I walked out of Wei Wei's house, I whispered to myself, to be honest, it seems that this job is really difficult.  In the conversation just now, it was obvious that I was a little low-key, and I didn't have the condescending feeling of the teacher at all. Instead, I felt that I would be bullied in the future.

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