Nine, the irony of going to the wrong room

Sometimes getting a person is far more painful than losing a person! Only at this time did I really realize that the world is really ironic.

"I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong room." She saw my eyes. In the process of this sudden encounter, she once again showed her strength. Her little mouth moved slightly and turned around. I don't know if there was only a bloody heartbreak left when she left, but her turn also took away all my happiness just now. It turned out that these were based on forgetting. Her happiness after that can't stand the unrestrainedness of her turn around.

I never thought that this was the encounter I had been looking forward to. I never thought that life would play with people between applause and give you a little room for breathing. This reminds me of a small bag's sentence. He said, "It's really difficult for a man to find a woman who loves himself and loves in his life. If this woman is still a beautiful woman, lady and virgin, then this love is either a joke of God or a mistake of happiness." There is no doubt that God is joking with me, a joke interpreted with my tears.

"Let's go. Don't sing. I don't like the atmosphere here." I said to Xiaomei, in fact, I don't know that Xiaomei doesn't like it even more. She is a quiet and elegant woman in her bones. When she comes to such a place, she is just afraid of me. She is afraid that I will sneak back to the bar alone to get drunk.

Xiaomei and I were walking on the way home, watching her holding my hand all the way, happily walking through the woods like a bird, but I was calm and helpless... If one of the three of us really had to be injured, I would rather the injured person be me. After sending her home, I would do it again. Shen Shen returned to the karaoke bar, as if he walked out of the private room of Xiang Shuangshuang, whose body was not dominated. In my heart, I hope that they have finally dispersed. Then let's make the last side of us just now, but I hope that they are still there, so that I can tell her that I have missed her for the past six months.

When I walked to the door, there were bursts of rough dance music. I knew that they hadn't left yet. I quietly opened the door, and the room was dark. In addition to the messy footsteps and seductive breathing, there were other classic reasons: "Lei Feng ate ecstasy, just like me."

I suddenly turned on the light, and everyone was stunned. The scene in front of me was dirty. I saw the frosty clothes in it and hugged by a man. I closed my eyes quietly for only a second. I stared at her seriously and sadly and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong room. It's done." After saying that, I moved out as tragically as Jing Kebei Yishui.

Is it my fault that I came to her? Imagine a specimen like a butterfly, which will always be more beautiful than itself. I regret not storing her forever in the depths of my dream. I regret meeting her.