Liu Cuihua didn’t get off work until late that day. At this time, there were no buses on the road.
The good thing about the city is that you never worry about not having a car. Even at night, those taxis are always busy.
The place where she works is a development zone of the city, the land is sparsely populated, and there are relatively few cars. She stands at the crossroads and so on.
She sighed that she should find another boyfriend. In such a big city, a girl seems to be lonely. How can there be no one who cares about herself?
She had a partner who loved her very much, treated her very well and knew that she cared about her, so she surrounded her almost every day. The young man looks good, so why is she not satisfied with such a handsome young man who loves her? She is too high-sighted and thinks her job is ordinary. She wants her husband to have a house and a car, and she has to be nice to her–in fact, other women she thinks will think so too–but the reality is that there are not so many good men. So many women have become leftover women. Of course, if there are leftover women, there will be many men without wives.
She thinks it’s too ordinary to abandon other people’s work. She has a salary of several thousand yuan a month. Apart from food and drink to pay the rent, she can’t save much money. When can she buy a house? Which of the houses in the city now cannot be one hundred thousand? It may not be earned in a lifetime.
So she resolutely broke up with others, causing them to die. Anyway, he loves her very much. For her happiness, he did not pester her. He cried alone, and she knew , Her friend told her.
For his sadness, she also had guilt, but after a long time, she faded it, faded the kisses and hugs they had, and faded the sweet love they once had. , This love, she has missed many times.
Maybe you shouldn’t break up with him, or how come you go home alone so late?
Why is it so hard to wait for a taxi on the damn night?
It is strange to say that she waited for a long time, but no taxi came.
It was already winter at this time, and she felt extremely cold after a cold wind blew.
A girl who is extremely cold, always miss a gentle one.
It would be fine if he was by his side, how is he?
I haven’t contacted him for a year. After hearing that he broke up with him, he was very sad and left the city alone without knowing where he went.
No one knows where he went, and no one knows how he was.
How is he?
Back then they worked together and he rode every nightBringing her home with his old bicycle, he was facing the wind in front, she hugged him, and nestled her head on his back. In the eyes of others, they were a happy couple.
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She likes his back, a warm back, just like his warm embrace.
Then they moved in together. He often cooks her favorite meal. Isn’t she very happy?
But with such an ordinary job, when will he have a house and a car? She is so beautiful, she can’t rent a house with him for a lifetime, right?
The loss of love in reality is not their patent. There are many tragedies of this kind, countless.
She insisted on breaking up, and he agreed when he saw her gloomy eyes.
Then she moved, and he drank every day. She just sent occasional messages at first, and then she thought that since she broke up, why bother about him? He changed the phone and abandoned him forever in life.
Then I heard that he was gone and didn’t come to her.
Later, she began to fall in love with others, and she talked a few times, but they didn’t reach a conclusion.
She gradually forgot about him.
Of course, I still think of him occasionally, why do I always think of him? Is he still the favorite in my heart?
She didn’t know. She actually knew that she still loved him.
At this time, another cold wind blew, and she felt trembling all over, and she was almost numb from the cold.
At this time, she saw a bicycle riding from a distance.
The bicycle that seems very familiar is exactly the same as his.
The rider seemed to be very familiar with him, just exactly the same as him.
Then it was him–she actually met him, and her heart was suddenly very warm. It turned out that she really loved him the most.
The bicycle stopped in front of her.
She saw his vicissitudes of life, his eyes seemed to contain tears.
She didn’t know what to say to him.
He said: “Get in the car.”
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She thought his voice was misty, it seemed like a dream .
She didn’t ask, sitting behind his bike–as before, she hugged his waist and pressed her head against his back.
She felt that he was illusory, his body seemed illusory, is it a dream? She hugged him tightly, but feltCan’t feel his body temperature?
Is it a dream? Perhaps, he lost his love for her? So that he is no longer excited to see her, so his body is cold, as cold as the temperature of this winter.
The car moved slowly, and in her random thoughts, it arrived at her accommodation.
How did he know that she lives here? He didn’t say.
He said: “Here, I have to go. Go back, go back and drink more hot water.”
“You, you don’t Go up?” she asked.
He smiled and shook his head, his face was very pale.
She seemed a little disappointed, she asked unwillingly: “You, do you still love me?”
He nodded.
“Then••••••” She wanted to say: “Then why don’t you go up?”
Yes, since he loves her , Why not go home with her? Besides, she told him to go up.
He sighed, “I’m going back.” He twisted the handlebar and left.
Seeing his distant back, she suddenly felt sad, she shouted: “Where do you live now? When did you return to this city? Why didn’t you come to find Me?”
He didn’t answer her, the bicycle was so small under the dim yellow street light, it was gradually traveling far away.
Travel far, until nowhere.
Her tears fell.
Why didn’t he tell himself? Does he really not love himself anymore?
She returned to the house where she lived, sad, and finally fell asleep, without a dream all night.
The next day there was no call from him. She thought he would call her. Since he knew where he lived, could he still know his phone?
But she was disappointed, and she didn’t receive any information from him even in the dark.
She missed him suddenly, and this miss was suddenly so strong, so strong that if he wanted, she would return to him, and she would never leave him all her life.
She started to go crazy to ask him, she mobilized all the friends who knew him, all the people who knew him. Finally, she got his news.
A long-lost friend told her.
“He died. About three months after you broke up, he died in a car accident.”
He died? Yes, he died, and she inquired about the news.
She thinks of himCame to take her home that night, just like their past love together, he cared about her.
She burst into tears, crying in a mess.