Twenty-six, regretful

Back to the company, it seems that everything has returned to the calm of the past, but there is no enthusiasm for playing games, no impulse to read the lyrics, and no interest in pretending to be humorous. It turns out that everything I have done before is because of her...

I was sad for many days, "I was haggard for Yi Xiao, and I didn't regret it." I was a little self-harmful. When I saw Nie Yuan, I looked at her like a ten-time enemy. I really hoped that my vision could kill people, so I don't know how many times he had died.

I still have meetings often. I began to sit alone in the dead corner, thinking about the time when I used to whisper bad things about leaders in meetings with her. I don't know what was said at the meeting, but the words that have remained unchanged for hundreds of years still say: "People can't have tails, animals have tails, so we have to do it with tails. People"

I will finally break up, but I can't bear to leave, as if he is still with me next to me. I don't know if there will be a little mental sluggishness when people are disappointed in love. I don't rush to do anything at the beginning. I swallow it slowly. Even the "fried golden flower" can't be interested until I lose all the hard-earned month's salary. Only then did I understand what they said: "Plucking the skin on the dead" means, and I have a deeper understanding of the pain of "swing hydrochloric acid on the wound".

In the corridor, I still often hear Fengqi shouting Zhang Tao's name. He will still return to her at a speed of 100 meters, and all the happiness can overflow. I also heard that when Zhang Tao drove a big truck, he actually pulled dozens of tons of things to run 100 kilometers per hour on the highway. I just hope he can. I saw her wife earlier... I saw Zhang Tao several times, and I wanted to persuade him, because no matter how good he is to Fengling, Fengling is always lull to him.

Finally, I found the opportunity. I saw Zhang Tao smoking alone in the company's woods, and I walked over. He took a cigarette from me. Although he knew that I never smoked, I didn't refuse this time. I took it, lit it, watched the ash fall in my hand, and saw Zhang Tao persist in love.

"Why is it like this? Why doesn't she know how to cherish it? Why does she marry you?" I asked about his scars in a row. Only when his wound thickens can it be cured, otherwise he will never touch his wound.

"No, because I'm ten years older than her, so..." He didn't say anything, just smoked a cigarette.

"So you have to let her go, so you think you owe her, so do you think she married you and ruined her?" ......

"Actually, on the road of love, what can you do even if you drive a truck at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour? If you can't catch up, you can't catch up. The less masculine you are in front of her, the more she looks down on you. If you think so, it's her blessing for her to marry you..." I said painstakingly.

"You don't understand." He seemed to be very sad, "In fact, the child is Nie Yuan's, and I have no fertility at all..."

This sentence is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. It is buzzing in my mind, and it's the boy Nie Yuan... No wonder he is so close to him when he has wind chim.

"We are going to get a divorce..." After Zhang Tao finished speaking, he threw the smoke and hatred to the ground, stepped on it, and went back.

The next morning, he ran over happily and said to me, "Fengling finally understood him and planned to live a down-to-earth life with him. He said that after this month, they were ready to leave here"... Happy event, wasn't it? Zhang Tao is also leaving. Who else in the company is worth my nostalgia, and what else is worth paying for?

Less than a week, Zhang Tao got out of the big car. At about three o'clock in the evening, the company was in a mess. Several leaders were in a meeting and only heard that Zhang Tao had an accident. Now in the hospital, life and death are unpredictable. I saw Fengling sitting alone on the steps like a wooden chicken. It was too late. Why is the sky always so stingy? She refuses to give people a chance to repent. Does she think it must be just a dream now? Why is all the separation so untouchable?

I walked to her and sat down quietly. I watched the time melt in sorrow. I sat all the time after seven o'clock in the morning. She was thinking about her man, and I was thinking about my woman...