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and you break the fifth year, you're married. Your wedding venue is set by the sea, and the golden sandy beach is full of chairs for relatives and friends who testify to your happiness, and each chair is tied with a pink ribbon bow.
You are standing in a castle made of yellow and white roses, and the bride walking towards you is covered with red blood petals. You are looking at her with a smile with tears. At the moment when you read the oath, you hold the bride’s hand and shout excitedly One sentence: "Meng Yao, I am willing!" The guests present were all stunned, because Meng Yao was my name.
I went to your wedding. It was very grand and grand. The bride looks at you tenderly and affectionately, and her parents talk to your parents happily and get along well. You are not used to talking in front of people when you are reading. I saw you walk to the table and drank two glasses of water and loosen the bow tie around your neck. I can see that you are a little tired.
In your junior year, you said you wanted to marry me and asked me what kind of wedding I wanted.
I pretend to think seriously and tell you after a long time, I want a grand wedding by the sea. All my friends and relatives must go. Every chair of my friends must be tied with a pink bow. I will walk towards you. Scattered with roses, at the end you have to wait for me in a castle made of roses. You open the notepad of your phone and quickly press the keyboard to record, jokingly, have you planned for a long time in your mind?
When you yelled that sentence in public: "Meng Yao, I am willing", I covered my mouth and burst into tears, but you didn't see it. On the first day when
broke up with you, you lay on the bed with your arm pillowed and watched the text messages I sent you on the phone, one by one.
You are a high-ranking science student who is unsmiling all day long. You are also a tall man of 8.5 meters. The roommates who come to the dormitory do not dare to talk to you. Your roommate called you out for dinner, you ignored it, and silently looked at all the messages I sent you on the phone, my solo photos, our group photos, and finally slipped to the wedding of my dream in the notepad. You have been boring. Tears.
The next day you didn't go to the internship unit voluntarily, and slept in the dormitory without eating or drinking. You have always been a self-disciplined person, how can you fall asleep when you get up for a run at 6:30 in the morning.
You look at the ceiling with red and swollen eyes, watching the dusty air rolling in the light, watching the ceiling change from dim to bright and then dim, and in the evening, roommates laugh and open the door to enter the room, and see the person lying on the bed. You, the chattering laughter stopped abruptly, and tacitly returned to your seat without speaking.
You lie in bed for three days before you get up. During the period you received a call from the intern company for dismissal, you hung up before others could finish.
You sit up from the bed, scratch your head dullly, get out of bed and go to the bathroom to turn on the shower. The warm mist is instantly absorbed on the mirror in front of you. You wipe it away with your hand to see your haggard face in the mirror, with greasy and messy hair, thin and dull cheeks, blue eye circles, and stubble on lips and chin.
When you think about it, I said that if you leave stubble, you should belong to the handsome man. Rubbing the stubble with your palm, you smirk at yourself in the mirror, smiling and holding your hand on the washstand and sobbing. Qing was almost overwhelmed by the crackling water, but I could hear it.
When you woke up again, you were in the hospital. You had low blood sugar and fainted in the bathroom. You were found by your roommate and sent to the hospital. Your parents sat next to you. You took me to see them.
You grinned palely at them and looked very ugly. Your parents comforted you and said, don't think about it, forget it if you leave, there will be good girls. You smiled sadly and silently. This is the first time you have worried your parents.
You are asleep at night, I quietly pushed open the door of the ward and came to you, lying on your hospital bed, embracing your neck, buried in your chest and feeling your heartbeat, your heartbeat is still sonorous and powerful, That's also my heartbeat.
We went to a friend’s birthday party and drove back to school and collided with a large truck. You and I were both seriously injured. Your condition is better than mine. You wear a seat belt, but I don’t.
You often persuade me to let me wear a seat belt in the car, I always deliberately piss you off for being obedient. When I was sent to the hospital, my life was dying and my vital signs were weak. You were sent to the rescue room to insert your ribs into your heart and you needed a heart exchange. There was no suitable heart supply in the hospital.
At that time, I had severe bleeding in my chest cavity and multiple organs failed. I looked at the doctors who were talking and pleaded over and over again, use mine,Use mine. The mouth trembles faintly, making no sound. You can't wait!
I was languid, and I moved hard with some stiff fingers to grab the doctor's clothes. I failed twice. Once again, with all my strength and strength, I finally reached the doctor's white coat. I desperately grabbed this life-saving straw to make him look back at me and listen to me.
Maybe God heard my prayer, the doctor lowered his head and looked at me, my lips were still speaking my request weakly. He leaned down, his ears were to my lips, and he heard what I was saying clearly. I saw his expression startled, staring at me for a moment, closed his eyes and nodded in acquiescence.
I'm sure I left this world with a smile, although exhausted.
You lie in the hospital for half a year, recovering alive and well, you are surprised why I never visit you. Your parents told you that I was discharged from the hospital early and went home to recuperate in a minor injury. They won't let you know that I am dead, you love me, if you know the truth you will go crazy, you have just gone through the trauma and are recovering, how can you be hit again.
As soon as you are discharged from the hospital, go to my house to find me. My mother opened the door, her hair was messy and her eye sockets were sunken behind her ears, her head drooping and slumping. My mother saw you slightly opened her mouth in surprise, her body trembled violently, her eyes moved down to stare at your chest, and she hugged you into her arms, with her ears on your chest and greedily listening to your heartbeat. It was the heartbeat of her only daughter.
I took your knowledge of the truth from your mother as the first day of our breakup. You went back to school in despair and began to remain silent.
You are no longer the best in the eyes of the teacher. The parents say that you are a child of another family. You step down from the altar and become a problem young man who indulges in drinking and clubbing all day, and has a bad temper and often fights.
I stand on the dark and deafening dance floor of the bar, quietly watching you flirt with the barely dressed dancers, watching you wantonly tearing your shell, shutting your soul into the room that belongs to me in my heart, in that room Here you curl up and cry with your knees. I want to walk over to hug you and kiss your forehead, just like we hugged and kissed so many times before we broke up. But I can't do it, ghosts are like air, unable to hug anyone.
On the 252nd day, you were dragged out of the bar by your good friend Sheng Mujie and slapped three times. She has always liked you, you know in your heart.
Sheng Mujie taught you that you are still not a fucking man! It will give you a face if you make you hypocritical for a few days! If you don't want to live, go to death! Meng Yao's heart shouldn't have given you this wasteful waste! Meng Yao didn't give you his heart for you to make you ruin yourself!
She has always been outspoken, she saved you who was in the quagmire, and you squatted on the ground with your chest in grief, crying like a lost child.
One year later, you found a suitable job in this city and started working life. Sheng Mujie went to Xiamen. You occasionally contacted by phone. She still likes you, and you still know that you are working hard to save money and want to buy a house in this city. In the fifth year after the breakup of
, at your wedding to Sheng Mujie, you called out my name when you took the oath. (Original title: "You break up and the first five years", author: Li Yan Qiu from: read some stories APP<公众号：dudiangushi> daily download to see more exciting content)
