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Chapter 300(2/3)

Under Su Yao's gaze, she spat into the water glass, then calmly picked up the glass of water and handed it to Su Yao.

"Here, it's our memory water~"

“···”

"How about it, do you really want to drink the beautiful girl's saliva?"

"I guess you must have some other way to remind me?"

"No."

"There must be, right?"

"No."

"Really not?"

"No."

“···”

After a moment of silence, Su Yao smiled and took out his phone.

"Youye, are you busy now?"

“···”

"Ah, that's it. If you're not busy, if you have time -"

"I have!"

Bai Mao panicked instantly, "I have another way! I have it! Please, don't let that monster come over! It's so scary... It's really scary! I don't want to be touched by her to see her memory! It hurts.

, it hurts so much! What kind of monster can accept those cruel things without expression!"

"Okay, it looks like I don't need you to come over for the time being. I will be back later."

Successfully convinced the monster with reasonable means.

"Mmmmm - it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could I be like this now and can't stand a knife at all!"

"It's completely in the shape of a pure love party, it's already a waste..."

"So, quickly change the way."

"I know! I'm so annoyed! I'll do it, and I'll do it for you right now!"

She gritted her teeth, poured another glass of water, squeezed her eyes hard and finally squeezed out a little bit of moisture.

But it's not transparent, it's a golden substance.

Back to the beginning.

As I said, people will forget something because of the brain’s protective mechanism.

Although Su Yao is satisfied with the present, he always feels a little unreasonable when thinking about all the details of the past. As for Xia Xianyue, no matter from which perspective, I would have completely abandoned it at the time.

I went to the prison specifically to visit Lin Jie in the hope of knowing more details, but he was already crazy.

The only one who can ask questions is the monster who has observed everything from the bottom up.

"Drink, just drink. Don't sleep here, my lord, and pollute my bed."

"Even if you ask me to sleep here, I won't sleep."

"Huh? How dare you dislike my love bed?! It cost me three thousand oceans to buy!"

"How long has it been since you dried your quilt? Do it occasionally, otherwise not only will the quilt get bugs, but I think you will too."

"Joke! Do you know what spiders eat?"

“···”

"Don't look at me with that pitiful look! Bastard!"

"I'm leaving."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Why do I have to be reduced to eating bugs!"

She began to doubt herself.

No matter what happens to her, Su Yao plans to go home. Sleeping at home is the most peaceful place. She will be surrounded by warmth there and can bear whatever she remembers.

Entering into a nightmare after a long absence.

But this is not the same perspective as peering into another self. This is the first perspective from which one can strongly experience one's own emotions.

I'm trash.

Disgusting, disgusting, social garbage.

Such overwhelming and strong self-loathing surged up, making me want to vomit.

Saw it.

Because after my mother died, I didn't go to college at all. I just spent the whole day guarding the empty beer cans in panic.

Broken.

It's really broken.

I haven’t met anyone, either Jasmine or Qiao Qing. Because they didn’t go to college, of course, I didn’t have the chance to meet good people.

"Dong dong——"

The door was opened.

"It turns out Ah Yao has been hiding in a place like this."

With her bright smile, the silted dust also disappeared.

What exactly is it?

I was equally fed up with her at that time.

But there is no money.

I really have no money, even eating is a problem. The warmth that lingers around me means that I can't afford cigarettes and beer.

Not working, not going to school, not doing anything, a constant consumer of the assets left behind by the mother, waiting to fend for themselves.

At that time, there was a useful prop that was willing to pay for oneself, so there was no reason to refuse, right? What's more, it was easier to use if it was someone who had hurt oneself.

"I'm worried about letting Yao stay here by himself every day."

"It would be easier for me to take care of you if both of you live together. Why don't you just come to my house and live together?"

She smiled softly and invited me to her home.

I'm like, no, I'm a parasite.

My self-esteem continued to be pushed, and after a short period of half a month, I planned to find a job.

But it's a pity.

I didn't even go to college, and even though I had some skills, I was repeatedly frustrated in interviews.

"It's a high school degree——"

"In this case, you can go back and wait for notification."

It is always politely rejected.

"It's okay, Ah Yao, just take your time."

I will never push myself, nor will I show any dignity to myself. Instead, I will comfort myself as a procrastinator.

And with her help, his student status was miraculously restored because he had missed it for too long.

"It doesn't matter if I support Ah Yao until he graduates from college."

"If Ah Yao will definitely feel sorry, then agree to a condition."

The price in exchange was that she had to attend the same major as him and the courses were all the same.

In other words, except when I close my eyes and don’t see her, every minute of my life is filled with her face, her voice, and her smell.

When she graduated from college, she confessed to me.

Yes, before that, I just lived with her in a weird way, and we did everything, but we were not lovers.

At that time, she blushed and confessed her love to me. What reason did I have to refuse?

Even the flowers I gave her were bought with her money.

After graduation, I thought I would find a decent job and have the idea of ​​living a serious life.

but--

I got a gambling addiction.

It got out of hand and I lost a lot of money. I always gambled with the idea that I would win it back this time, but I always lost everything and took out an online loan.

I'm hopeless trash.
To be continued...
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