Fifth, how could this happen?

I think her feeling is so real that I can't help facing it. Seeing her so sad when she was decadent, I couldn't help but comfort her. I kept enlightening Shuangshuang and told her that there were too many ways for the world to survive, and what she chose was the most primitive method.

And she told me: "The most primitive method is also the most direct and effective method." I was speechless but a wry smile. I called her many times at night and heard the sound of singing in it. My heart suffered from "music" again and again. Every time, every time I look forward to it. One day when I call her at 12 p.m., she can tell me in a daze, "She is already asleep." Such an extremely conventional wish has been dashed again and again.

Xiaomei is getting better and better to me. It's so good that it makes me feel heavy. When I see Shuangshuang and feel tired, I also miss Xiaomei. I think that she always looks at me so gently, and that she always looks at me so infatuatedly, which makes me start to ask myself, "What is love? Why do people live? Maybe there is no love at all, but if there are more people who believe in it, there will be love. Or people live just to eat, because someone said that all the problems in the world are: "If you are full or not hungry."

On another dark and windy night, I played with the computer and listened to the "love is like a tide" of "Zhang saves electricity". Thinking about Shuangshuang, there were also miscellaneous songs in the process of thinking, called Xiaomei... Suddenly, the mobile phone rang. I heard the floating sound of Shuangshuang and knew that she had drunk too much again.

"Little man, I'm drunk. Come and pick me up." She was so happy that she hung up the phone without telling me where to go.

Looking at the time, it's almost a little bit. My jealous heart is about to break. "I don't want to see you getting drunk in the middle of the night. I don't want other men to see your charm. Do you know this will break my heart." The lyrics in it poured into my ears like crazy. I walked to the city, came to the intersection, and experienced the peace of the noisy city for a moment. Seeing the long shadow pulled by the moonlight, I was worried about her. Where is she?

I gave her a mobile phone, or her confused voice and the messy song inside, replied to me, "I'm playing with my colleagues now. You go back first." I heard the phone call, and the pain went straight to my chest, drowning my reason. I told her, "Do you know that I'm so worried about you? Do you know that every time you are like this, there is a man who hurts for you, and do you know that love can't stand too much toss?"

She slowly calmed down: "Are you tired? Then let's go. We haven't started before, let alone break up."

"Okay, okay, okay, you will sing your song in the future, and I will go my way." After saying that, I hung up the phone and walked aimlessly on the street, allowing tears to flow down my cheeks, as if heaven and earth were mourning for me, and everything was sad.