Love ghost story

Sadness in the left eye (a very sad love ghost story)

/xin/x2 1.htm Ghost Love (1)

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Dedication:

I bury fallen flowers in spring and dead leaves in autumn, leaving no tombstone.

Leaving only a sigh. So I walked away quietly, letting the sun set and the moon set.

Thousands of stars died out. If there are still bosom friends passing by and suddenly feel my past sigh,

That is, the memorial tablet in front of the tomb, and then he will tell his soul, "Although the red flowers and green leaves have already turned into mud and dust,

But there are traces of youth in the grave, which will radiate news forever in the loess. "

19401lying on the pillow day and night on February 20th.

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"You haven't walked with ghosts before, have you?" Dedication:

I bury fallen flowers in spring and dead leaves in autumn, leaving no tombstone.

Leaving only a sigh. So I walked away quietly, letting the sun set and the moon set.

Thousands of stars died out. If there are still bosom friends passing by and suddenly feel my past sigh,

That is, the memorial tablet in front of the tomb, and then he will tell his soul, "Although the red flowers and green leaves have already turned into mud and dust,

But there are traces of youth in the grave, which will radiate news forever in the loess. "

19401lying on the pillow day and night on February 20th.

About ten years ago. One day, I went to visit a friend who had just returned from Europe. He brought some cigarettes from Egypt. There is a very rare one called Era, which has never been heard of in China. Personally, I think it is lighter and more charming than the Egyptian cigarettes we smoke. He liked it very much and gave me two boxes. I remember that I invited him to a restaurant in Beijing that night. After dinner, we all drank some wine and chatted in a coffee shop on Nanjing Road. We didn't break up until midnight.

It was a winter night. Although it was very cold, there was no wind. There are few people on the road, and the air seems fresh, which makes the moonlight more desolate. I walked slowly, because I sat for too long and longed for the moonlight. When I felt very comfortable, I suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette he gave me in my pocket, but I didn't have a fire on me, and there was no place nearby and passers-by could borrow a light. When I arrived at the intersection of Shanxi, I found that there was an existing shop selling cigars, cigarettes and smoking utensils, so I turned and ran in. Probably all the employees in that store have left their jobs. There is only one shopkeeper on the counter, and an apprentice is cleaning up odds and ends. There are naturally no other customers.

But when I bought a match and lit a cigarette on the counter, suddenly a man came in from behind. It was a woman's voice:

"Do you have a time?" "era?" When the shopkeeper asked me this question, my cigarette was already in my mouth, so I naturally turned around.

It's a woman dressed in black, with a beautiful and strange figure. I seem to have seen that clean face with beautiful lines somewhere, although I can't figure out where it is. She is talking to the shopkeeper:

"Don't you have this kind of cigarette?"

"No, I'm sorry, we don't."

By this time, I had walked out of the store and felt that things were a bit coincidental. How could she buy cigarettes of this era? And that extremely clean face, where have I seen it? Why are you buying cigarettes here so late? I think I've turned out of Nanjing Road. Suddenly, a shadow stopped my way at the corner and asked, "man!" Please tell me the direction to the ramp. "

I was stunned. A very sharp eye shot on my face, waiting for my answer. I couldn't answer for a moment, and when I had time to look at her carefully, I realized that it was the woman who wanted to buy Era in the store just now.

Why is she in front of me? I think. But then I solved it myself. Either I slowed down unconsciously because I was thinking, and I didn't notice her passing by, or she deliberately walked quickly to avoid my attention.

"Inclined dirt road, I said inclined dirt road."

In the moonlight, her silvery teeth shine like swords, and her face is as white as snow, without a trace of blood. I don't know whether the moonlight dyed her like this or the pure black skirt set her like this. Suddenly I noticed that her clothes were too thin, like single clothes, stockings and high heels, and her face turned white with cold. I want to see her nails, but she is wearing pure white gloves.

"Dude, why are you looking at me like that?" The face is one hundred and twenty solemn, but it is one hundred and thirty beautiful. This reminds me of a silver three-dimensional model of a woman in the sample window of the unknown part of Joffre Avenue. I suddenly realized the source of the feeling of deja vu in the cigarette shop just now. The beauty of this face is obvious in the lines, and the pattern is rich in meaning, not tacky at all, and has no street style. Think I just think "deja vu" is ridiculous.

"What are you thinking? Regardless of the way others ask you? "

Her fierce eyes still forced my face and made me serious from romantic thinking. I said:

"I'm thinking, I think it's a bit strange that people who ask for directions don't call others' sir' or' elders', but simply call them' people'. Are you a god or a god? " I felt in my heart that her beauty belonged to God, so I said the word' God' unconsciously, but I immediately diluted the air of doubt with my usual smile.

"I am not a god, but I am a ghost." Her face is bright and cold, like a piece of white jade buried in the center of an iceberg for a long time. I can't think of anything to describe her voice If an ice falls on a rock in a quiet valley and melts, and the sound of dripping on the surface of a calm pool symbolizes her elegance, what should be used to symbolize her seriousness and sensitivity?

"Is it a ghost?" I smiled and thought, "There will be ghosts on Nanjing Road!"

"Yes, I am a ghost!"

"A female ghost walks on Nanjing Road, buys expensive Egyptian cigarettes in a cigarette shop and asks a person who doesn't believe in ghosts for directions?"

I smiled, with my back against the wall and my hands in my big pockets.

"You don't believe in ghosts?"

"I haven't believed it, it's true; But if I believe it one day, I won't be on Nanjing Road in Shanghai. I will never believe a beautiful woman who wants to buy Times cigarettes in a cigarette shop and dares to ask a man for directions. "

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"I don't believe in ghosts in the world. How can I say I am afraid? '

"Do you dare to accompany me to that sloping dirt road?"

"Do you want to provoke me to accompany you on that inclined dirt road?"

"Why do you say I dare you?"

"Why not say yes or no, but dare?"

"Then I asked you if you would like to."

"It's so late, why go to the ramp?"

"Because I got to Xie Shi Road, I know the way home."

At this time, we unconsciously walked side by side. I said:

"Then how did you come?"

"I came on foot."

"So you came to Nanjing Road to play?"

"I am watching the moon by the Huangpu River."

"alone?"

"No, it's a ghost."

"So late?"

"Yes, if you use your eyes."

"Then you should be tired. Shall I call a car to take you back? "

"What does this mean? I just can't get a taxi. Either you can't walk, or you are afraid or unwilling to accompany me. "

"Are you a ghost?" I smiled: "Aren't you afraid of a strange man accompanying you on the inclined dirt road?"

"In a secluded place, it is a ghost world, and people should be afraid."

"What am I afraid of?"

"You, you ... at least afraid of getting lost. You know, in secluded places, ghost roads are complicated and fascinating. Haven't you ever heard of "ghosts hitting the wall"? But in a busy place, like this Nanjing Road, the human road is more complicated than the ghost road, and the ghost is fascinated. "

"You mean you're a ghost, and you're fascinated by people hitting the wall. So I don't know the way? "

"yes." She nodded and said.

"Then I'll go with you, but if I get lost, you should also show me a way out."

"That's natural."

Every time she answers, I look back at her; She has a way of expressing sentence by sentence. She raised her eyebrows when she said the first sentence, her eyes trembled when she said the second sentence, her nose opened when she said the third sentence, and she nodded. When she said the fourth sentence, her face floated with a whirlpool of smiles, and her white teeth sparkled. The expressions of these four answers absorbed me like symbols. At this moment, even if she wants to bite me to death when sending them, I can't help it. I said:

"Well, I'll accompany you to the inclined dirt road." I said, take an era to smoke, suddenly remembered that she bought an era, just handed it to him and asked:

"Do you smoke?" She took one and said:

"Thank you."

So I stopped to light a match. When I lit the fire for her, I found this silvery clean color really unpopular.

So this is a ghost, I think. No, I'll keep explaining. Either I put on too much powder, or I was seriously ill, or I was born with a special complexion. If I were my lover, I would definitely ask, "Why don't you put on some rouge?" Naturally, I didn't tell her that, but she spoke first.

"Ah, this is the era! Where did you buy it? " She said with a puff of smoke.

"A friend gave it to me, but strangely, how do you know this is Era?"

"Don't you know that ghosts are particularly sensitive to fireworks? Don't you all sacrifice incense sticks to ghosts and gods? "

"You are not a ghost!" I smiled, but I was also a little scared. But when I looked at her, her beautiful face immediately gave me infinite courage, and I said demurely:

"A friend gave it to me, but strangely, how do you know this is Era?"

"Don't you know that ghosts are particularly sensitive to fireworks? Don't you all sacrifice incense sticks to ghosts and gods? "

"You are not a ghost!" I smiled, but I was also a little scared. But when I looked at her, her beautiful face immediately gave me infinite courage, and I said demurely:

"But it's not incense sticks, it's cigarettes."

"Yes, but so is a ghost. Needless to say, I smoked it myself. As long as someone else has smoked it, I can name it, but it's not surprising. I can also tell the date when this cigarette was canned. " When she said this sentence, her attitude was not as serious as before, which means that this sentence is a joke. So are all the previous words true? But she's really a ghost.

I said nothing and walked quietly with her. There is no one on the road, the moonlight is very sad, the street lamps are darker, there is no wind at all, and the world is quiet only with the footsteps of the two of us. I don't know if it's sober or something. I feel lonely and scared. I hope there can be a light carriage on the road to carry the night guests, so that the sound of hooves may break this frozen loneliness; I hope there is a fire nearby and a fire truck is ringing a terrible bell, then it will remind me that this is still the world; I even wish there was a gunshot in my ear. ……

But the voice in the universe, only our terrible footsteps, suddenly, she broke the silence and said:

"You haven't walked with ghosts before, have you?"

I woke up and saw her. She didn't have any terrible expression, and she was equally calm and beautiful. How did she get used to such a lonely state? Still can't understand this lonely realm?

"You're scared. You're a little scared, aren't you?" She said sarcastically.

"I'm afraid? What am I afraid of? Are you afraid of beautiful women? "

"Then why don't you answer me? Let me ask you, you haven't walked with ghosts before, have you? "

"No, I didn't, I didn't, and I never will." I'm sorry to say it. This sentence is too embarrassing, as if I was afraid of her mentioning ghosts. She seems to be deliberately playing tricks on me and said:

"But you are with a ghost now."

"I won't believe there is such a beautiful ghost."

"Do you think ghosts are much more beautiful than people?"

"This is natural. People become ghosts after they die."

"You treat the dead as ghosts!" She said, "Do you think the ugliness of a dead body is the shape of a ghost?" She smiled, this is the first time to laugh, this laughter seems to be very rich in sound, from laughing to the end, this voice rose melodiously, as if it had risen from earth to heaven, and then it seemed to climb the clouds, but it was still faintly audible.

I looked at the sky. There is a beautiful moon in the sky, sparse stars, and a faint galaxy flowing westward.

"The ugly dead body in the world is the destination of any beauty, so there is no beauty in the world."

"But ghosts are changed by people. At most, they are just an immortal human figure, not more beautiful than people."

"You are not a ghost, how do you know?"

"But you are not human!"

"But I used to be a person, a lively person."

"I think you are now."

She sighed softly and was silent. We walked silently.

On darker streets, the moonlight is brighter. She suddenly looked at the sky and said:

"Nature is beautiful after all."

"The night is particularly beautiful."

"Then the night belongs to ghosts."

"But you belong to the day." I said.

"You mean ..."

"I mean, although the night is beautiful, you are more beautiful."

"I am the ugliest among ghosts."

"If you are really a ghost, I admit that ghosts are far more beautiful than people, but you are human."

"Do you believe that I am human?"

"naturally."

"If I were in a more secluded place, I would show you some ghosts." She is still very serious.

"Is it a more beautiful ghost?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid when I see it."

I was really a little scared, but I calmly took her as a woman and said:

"Don't show your ghost face and tell ghost stories to scare you."

"Tell me, tell me."

"Are you sure it won't be terrible?" I speak more frivolous on purpose.

"Is it a more beautiful ghost?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid when I see it."

I was really a little scared, but I calmly took her as a woman and said:

"Don't show your ghost face and tell ghost stories to scare you."

"Tell me, tell me."

"Are you sure it won't be terrible?" I speak more frivolous on purpose.

"is it terrible?" She smiled for the second time and said, "Is it terrible for ghosts to listen to stories in the world?"

So I told a story:

"Once, a bold man got lost in the valley and suddenly saw a beautiful woman walking in front of him. He knew that there was never a single woman in the cold valley late at night, so he decided that she was a ghost, so he ran up and said:

"'I have been lost here for two hours. "Can you tell me the way out?" The woman replied with a smile. "To tell the truth, I only know one way home."

"'Then I'll go with you. "But it's strange why you are a single woman walking here in the middle of the night."

"'there are things. My mother had a relapse, so I went to ask for medicine. You see, there are no relatives or friends near the cold valley in this deep mountain, so I have to go to my aunt's house seven miles away. "

"Ah, is that medicine in your hand?" The man asked her.

"'yes.' She said.

"'Can I get it for you?' The man deliberately asked her again, but she said:

"'No, thank you.'

"The moon is bright and the wind is rustling. After having a rest, the man asked again:

"'Aren't you afraid at all?'

"'I am very familiar with this road.'

"'But what if I have any bad intentions?'

"The woman didn't answer, smiled. It's quiet again The man said again:

"'I suddenly feel that the two of us are really predestined friends. How could I get lost for no reason? Why did I suddenly meet you? How can I suddenly think of ...' He said half a sentence.

"'Think of what?'

"'Imagine how happy it would be to walk here if you were my lover or wife.'

"'you are so strange ...'

"'It's not that I'm surprised, it's that you're so beautiful; I'm just an ordinary person. "When I meet a beautiful woman like you, will I have no sympathy?" He put his hand on her arm as he spoke.

"'How did you touch it?'

"'I have been lost for two hours. I'm not familiar with mountain roads, so I have to ask you to take me there. How about having a rest with me if you like? He held her arm tighter.

"'all right. Then let me pick some oranges to eat. I am really thirsty. She tried to break free, but the man held her tightly:

"'Then I'll go with you. I'm a little thirsty and hungry, too.

"'No, no, look, they are all oranges!' At some point, the man suddenly grew up. Although one arm is still on the man's arm, the other hand has picked oranges from the tree and picked three in a row. Slowly, they recovered and looked at the man.

"The man clutching her arm, dead also don't put a pair of don't know the appearance of her change said:

"'that's very kind of you. "Now let's sit down." He pulled her to the ground and sat down, holding hands with her, peeling oranges with his hands and sending them to the woman's mouth first.

"'Thank you.' The woman said after eating the orange, but when the man ate two oranges, she suddenly said:

"'Oh, how can oranges spicy my tongue. "Look for me, what's on my tongue?"

"When the man looked back at her tongue. Her tongue suddenly changed from the most beautiful to the ugliest, grew up slowly, her blood vessels slowly expanded, suddenly exploded, and her lips were covered with purple and blue blood. Her charming eyes suddenly popped out, covered with blood tendons and her ears pricked up; But the man still pretended not to know, and he said:

"'Nothing? Citrus must be a little sour. "You probably don't like sour food, do you?" The man said, still holding her arm tightly, still looking at her, watching her slowly return to normal, her tongue getting smaller, her lips getting thinner, her eyes shrinking, revealing her original charm. The man said:

"'Some people say that this road is difficult to walk. I often meet terrible ghosts, but I have met a beautiful woman like you.'

"'Do you think I'm beautiful?'

"'Nature, look into your eyes and use the softest light. Your face is like a delicate orange, your lips are like two petals of roses, your teeth are like a string of pearls, and, ah, your tongue. How can I say, like a little oriole, singing there, you talk better than singing, ah, and ...'

"'Ah!' The woman suddenly interrupted him: "it's getting late, my mother-she must be in a hurry." I want to go back. '

"'Go back?' The man said,' We seldom meet. Why don't we talk again here? Look how nice the moonlight is, the wind is not strong, and ...'

"'But my mother is ill.'

"'Never mind, to tell you the truth, I am a doctor. I'll go with you to see your mother at dawn.

"'Then go now.'

"'Now?' The man still held her arm tightly:' I really can't walk now. I'm really afraid that I really met a ghost in the forest ahead. '

"'But I'm a ghost.' The woman said seriously.

"'You are a ghost!' The man laughed:' joke, joke, a beautiful woman like you is a ghost!'

"'Don't you believe it?'

"'You won't believe what you said to a three-year-old child.'

"'Don't play dumb.' As he spoke, his eyes, eyebrows and corners of his mouth were bent down, his teeth were three or four inches away from the corners of his mouth, his nose was only two holes, his hair stood up one by one, and his voice became harsh:' Do you believe it now?'

The man smiled and said, "Ha ha ha ha, three-year-old children don't believe it, saying that such a beautiful woman is a ghost." "

"The woman returned to its original state, she said:

"'I have what good-looking of? All my three sisters are more beautiful than me. You can come to my house if you like.

"'Then I'll go at first light.' The man grabbed her arm tightly and said.

"'at that time the woman's hair is messed up, so we have to beg him to say:

"It's the first time I've met someone as bold as you, but if you don't let me go back, I'll turn into water before dawn, so please have pity on me and let me go back."

"'You are so cute. Ok, now I'll accompany you home. I hope to be friends with your family in the future and go to your place often. Stop scaring me.

"'that's great.'

"So they walked arm in arm in the moonlight, talking all the way, and there was no gap between them.

"So until she came home, her home was clean, she had a mother and three sisters, and her mother was not sick. After they whispered a word, they treated him politely, holding a cake with coffee and tea in it and inviting him to dinner. Her mother thanked him for coming back with her daughter, and said that he was tired, made his own bed, and finally asked him to rest.

"Her mother accompanied him into a room with white walls and green windows. There is no other arrangement in the room, only a white table, two white benches, the same gray bed and a yellow silk quilt. He fell asleep in a daze. Later, every one of her relatives went in, put down the gray-green curtains and tucked him in, just like a loving mother treats her son who is far away from home; Say:

"'stick your head out of the quilt head completely, which is more hygienic.'

"After his mother went out, he fell asleep.

"When I woke up, he used to sleep in a stone fence in front of a grave. The fence is covered with grass, and no one has visited the grave for a long time. He is covered with a thick layer of loess. Fortunately, his head stuck out, otherwise he would suffocate.

Said, and got up and looked at the tombstone, which read' Tomb of Mother and Daughter'. After a few steps, I felt very uncomfortable in my throat and wanted to vomit. It smelled bad when I vomited. I vomited a lot of cow dung and drowned. I realized that this is the wedding cake and coffee tea I just ate.

"Later, he really wanted to see this female ghost again, but he went to see the grave during the day and couldn't touch the place at night ..."

After telling the story, I took out a cigarette and gave her one. I took one myself. The wind was a little strong, and two sparks were extinguished, probably on Joffrey Street. At that time, it was naturally not as lively as it is now, and it was late at night. No animal made a lively sound, the street lamps were dim, the moonlight was brighter, and the trees rustled in the wind. I seem to be dissolved in my own story, and the woman next to me is the character in my story. When I lit a cigarette for her, my hands seemed to be shaking. I'm afraid I'll show that she has suddenly changed shape, or that her lips are thick and swollen, or that her eyebrows are bent down, or that her hair is on end, and her nose has changed into two holes ... but fortunately, she is still so beautiful. She took one mouthful smoke, smoking, and said:

"Your story is very interesting, but it's not me, it's yourself."

"Me?" I said solemnly, "I told you I was as bold as the people in the story."

"Very good." She said quietly, "Then when we get to Xujiahui Road, I will try your courage."

I was scared. I was really scared. I didn't say anything. I smoked and walked with her silently. She seemed to feel it and comforted me by saying:

"But don't worry, I won't harm you, and I won't invite you to eat cow dung."

"If you hurt me, as long as you hurt me yourself, why don't I want to accept it?"

"Really?" She looked back, still so beautiful, without any change.

"Really, I dare say." I said seriously, "I finally feel it is an honor to accompany you on this journey."

Indeed, her beauty conquered me, regardless of her attitude and behavior. She did have the right to ask me to die, but if she became a terrible ugly ghost, would I still want to die? This question has occupied my mind for some time. I said:

"Why do ghosts scare people with ugly and terrible ghosts?"

"This is a story made up by people." She said: "People always think ghosts are ugly, and people always describe ghosts as hanged and drowned bodies."

"So what is a ghost? You should finally know in detail. "

"Naturally, I am a ghost. How can I not know about ghosts? "

"Then why did you say you wanted to scare me later?"

"Is a terrible ghost necessarily ugly?"

"Good things are not terrible."

"This is because you have never seen a ghost. Tonight you will know that the most beautiful things can scare away the bad guys."

"But I believe that at least I will not be intimidated by beauty."

"All too many things in the world can be shocking, too loud and too small; Too strong lightning and too weak phosphorus fire can scare the bad guys; Therefore, too beautiful shapes are as ugly as too ugly shapes. "

"Your words may be reasonable, but you don't know what beauty is. Beauty lies in not going too far. Too much is too late, not beautiful. "

"But it can also be beautiful." She smiled. Then she talked to me about many aesthetic problems, and she went too far.

Her erudition and cleverness surprised me, which probably convinced me that she was a ghost, but ghosts didn't seem so terrible.

A gust of wind blew and I shuddered. I asked:

"Do you feel cold? ……"

"No, I walked very hot."

I suddenly feel that what should I call her? I asked:

"May I ask your name?"

"Ghosts have no names."

"What should I call you?"

"Of course you can call me a ghost."

"Ghost, I don't want to. Can you tell me your name? "

"Are you used to the names of Cui Xiang, Baoying, Sister Ju and Daiyu in the world? Therefore, it is necessary to give names to people who are not human, just as many people call dogs John, cats Mary, pavilions Didi Cui, mountains Tianping and Woods, and call their street houses "Tian Ge Villa" as lying clouds and "spitting clouds"? This is too' tacky'. "

"Then I will call you' God'. I think if you are not a person, you must be a god. If you are human, then God can also represent your nobility. "

"I am indeed a ghost, but ghosts are not necessarily not noble. Why treat her like such a lowly person? I am a ghost, why do you want to call me' God'? " She said angrily, but suddenly she smiled here: "man, you are a mortal after all."

I am mortal, so I am silent.

At this time, everyone decided very slowly, as if they were walking, not walking. I look at the balance line, and she may be looking at me, too. I dare not touch her sharp eyes. The night was so quiet that I could hear a leaf turning, so I was silent for about ten minutes.

"I think you can call me' ghost' in the future."

"There are not many ghosts. How can it be called' ghost' in general? "

"That you are not the only one. Why should I call you' person' in general? "

"So! But you are free to call me. "

"I don't believe that people are free. Don't sons need to be called dad in your society? Therefore, it must be reasonable to call people. "

"So what's your correct address?" My argument theory is to take a step back.

"Because I only know that you are a person. If you don't know the second ghost, isn't it reasonable to call me a ghost?"

"Ok, I'll listen to you."

At this time, we have arrived at Xujiahui Road, which is a remote place. I expect her to change. What is a terrible shape? I'm waiting for arrival.

But she seems to have forgotten and never mentioned it again. Unconsciously, we came to the sloping dirt road. She told me to go home. I wanted to take her home, but she refused. She still has more than ten miles to go.

"Do you think I'm afraid to walk more than ten miles?"

"No, going down is a ghost domain, and people are inconvenient."

"But with you, I am willing to be a ghost."

"But you are human."

"I must take you home."

"I forbid you to send it." She is standing.

"Then you go your way and I'll go mine."

"No, you must go back." She stared at me sharply, which made me afraid to stare at her.

I bowed my head.

"Go back and listen to me. Go back. "

This is a commanding tone, which I feel a little threatening. It's like commanding a million-strong army. It is firm, sincere and full of faith and love. I think Napoleon must have used this tone to ask his soldiers to die for him.

When I looked up at her, her eyes were still staring at me, sharp and cold, her lips were closed and full of determination, and her eyebrows stood up like two small swords.

I've never seen such a face. I'm scared. I feel a kind of fear.

"Well, I listen to you, but when can I see you again?"

"Meet me?"

"Yes, I must see you."

"Well, then next month on such a moonlit night."

"But I can't wait so long. How about tomorrow? "

"Then the first moonlit night next week."

"But ..."

"The first moonlit night next week, right here."

"But ..."

"Well, that's it, now you go home."

I nodded. But I put my hand in a box of era to her and said:

"Keep this." I didn't look at her. Turn around.

"Thank you, goodbye!" She said behind her back.

See you next week. I waved. I didn't look back at her because it was terrible.

Very beautiful, yes, very beautiful. I kept thinking about this terrible beauty and this terrible face on the way back.

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This friendship has never broken down, and no second person knows about our friendship. I invited her to my apartment dozens of times a year, but she refused, although sometimes she just walked by my door; I also begged her dozens of times to let me take her home; She also refused.

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