What happened next happened very naturally. When he was discharged from the hospital, he came to pick me up and when I went back to school, even though I was missing a kidney and had a scar in the iliac fossa, I felt full of sweetness.
When I graduated from my senior year, I was admitted to the graduate school as I wished, and I followed the mentor I had always admired. Then, I lived with Xu Ziyang. Before that, I gave myself to him. The first pain was unforgettable.
, but willing, because I love this man.
In the next two years, I studied with my tutor and helped him do some work, and then I naturally earned income. I guess it was out of self-esteem, and I didn’t want to rely too much on him, but I also wanted to have my own private space, so I rented this place now.
When Xu Ziyang found out about it, he just smiled fondly and said, "It's up to you." When I handed him the spare key, he even asked to visit with great interest.
Of course, in the end the visit ended up in bed. Although he wasn’t serious about sex, he would ignore it when the mood struck. So I lived on both sides, and basically stayed with him most of the time. Until half a year ago,
He proposed to break up, I refused his house gift, and then returned to this cabin.
I'm extremely lucky that my pride kept me from being homeless after breaking up with him and that I had a place to live.
I always thought that even if Xu Ziyang broke up with me, I would still have a strong love for him during the two years we were together, but our love would fade later. But I didn’t expect that he would express his true thoughts just now. It turns out that in his
In their eyes, I am a money transaction, and my value is only a few hundred thousand.
No wonder he can break up with me whenever he wants without any scruples, and now he wants me if he wants me.
I raised my head and didn't want the tears in my eyes to fall. I hadn't cried for a long time. The last time I cried was half a year ago. I moved out of his apartment and then came back here. I lay in bed every night with my eyes open until midnight before I fell asleep from exhaustion.
I went to a rented house with no temperature, listened to the music on the computer, played it over and over again, and then the tears fell.
The song I often listen to is called a.i.n.y (Love You), and every lyric in it touches my heart.
After we separated, every night was extremely silent, and the ticking clock was left to accompany me in my memories. Your gentlest voice was once on the phone, but now only the air responds indifferently...
Xu Ziyang, you must not know how much effort it took me to swallow this pain bit by bit after the breakup and hide it deep in my heart. You also don’t know how much my heart trembled when I saw you again at Xie Ya’s wedding.
.The word "tired" is the biggest pain in my life, but since you are tired of me, why do you still come to provoke me?
There is always a scene on TV, bits and pieces of life flash before my eyes, like a movie, and then occasionally I see a similar back figure or a similar car on the road, and I will look dazed and sad. These are the things I have experienced after breaking up.
The portrayal of love, I thought at that time, this is love, this is also the bitter fruit of broken love.
I often read some sad classic sentences and look for traces of my past in those words. For example, this sentence: There is a kind of encounter called fate; there is a kind of mood called longing; there is a kind of regret called missing; there is a kind of responsibility called missing.
Commitment; there is a kind of pain, called suffering; there is a kind of waiting, called waiting.
I have always felt that it was fate that he and I met, and everything that happened afterwards was natural, but in the end it became boring.
Women and men actually have different attitudes towards relationships. Women become more and more emotional as time goes by, while men become duller as time goes by. When they can't find passion in their lives, they will break up.
Just like Xu Ziyang, when he got tired of talking, he really thought so. As for the subsequent entanglement, I don't understand him. Maybe it was something about me that aroused his interest again half a year later.
