I no longer work in my old factory. Can I go back and have a look when I'm free? Because I used to love it.

I also looked for the one upstairs, but the answer can't be repeated, which makes me very angry. Is it a little earlier than me?

When breaking up, he can say sorry to me in the calmest and calmest tone, just like in the past days, it was just a small mistake he accidentally made. He doesn't care about missing this time with me. He can easily cover them up. When they are blank, it is a wasted time, like waste paper, with no room to throw away. But I'm like his recycling bin, and he doesn't care what he doesn't want.

He left, and didn't even bother to give me a little last kind words and patience. We are nothing now, neither lovers nor friends. We are not as casual as before, we are familiar strangers, and we no longer meet. He never saw me again. At least, when I wanted to see him, he made an excuse and refused. I don't want to say anything about him, and I don't want to expose his lies with anything, because I really like it.

Maybe when a man doesn't love his woman, everything is wrong. Everything about her is evil. He is cheerful and a bohemian former Qin dynasty. He loves to laugh, just like a sex maniac. She doesn't like to laugh, just a bitter gourd face. She is fat, just a melon. She is thin and fat. She is straightforward emotionally, but she doesn't cherish instability. She is emotionally single-minded and steady, and even more innocent. ~

Maybe it was a mistake from the beginning. From the beginning, he didn't passively accept this feeling. Everything I do is wishful thinking for him. I always felt as if I was trying to promote and extend our feelings, but he just accepted it and took it for granted. Now that I think about it, in fact, he didn't treat me much most of the time, but I believed it and said to myself: persist, persist, and I will definitely move him to love me. I feel really sad. I don't know who cares about him more than I do. I feel very hurt because he ignores my feelings and self-esteem. Maybe I said too much, but I was wronged and disheartened. Because I have always liked you, I will come to you again and again. If you still care about me.

Man: Baby, I beg you to let me go. I'm so tired. Why is only my love so tired? You torture me every day. I brush my teeth and play with koalas every day and lie on my back. I think about you carefully before going to bed every day. Every time I shit, you sit on my lap and flatten me. Then you sang, hey, la, la, la, la ... and bit out rows of small bottle caps on my shoulder. By the way, your teeth are very irregular. Every night when you sleep, I will coax you, you ...

Woman: Well, although I love you so much, although I love you forever, although you are my favorite, although I will never fall in love with anyone else in my life, although you decide to let go, I will still love you because I love you, so I respect your decision. I hope you will have a better life in the future. Don't let me see you lose weight. Be careful when you walk and drive. I promise you, I will take good care of you. I will make you love and never make you sad. Also, you should remember to call me at any time. Do not hesitate. The first sentence is: "Baby, I miss you!" " OK or not? Besides, giving up on me is your loss. You can't find anyone better than me. Next time I see you, I will definitely kick you under the table, and then you will hold my leg and say, don't go, don't go! Then I'll let you squat in the corner and reflect. What's the matter with you? In addition, eat all the leftovers from a pot of rice at home and don't waste them. Also, order onions after work. I want to eat scrambled eggs with onions. Finally, go home early after work and don't loiter on the road. Can you find the money?

Man: Well, why is life so difficult? What's left of the onion at last? Tears ... rush ~ ~ man ... ouch ~ ~

Woman: You can find a place to snicker behind people's backs. Where else can you find a good man like me? Ha ha!

On the tea table near the glass in the north of the teahouse, there are two people, a man and a woman. On the coffee table, there is orange juice in front of the woman, a bottle of beer in front of the man, and more than half of the beer in the cup. At this time, few people come to the teahouse for tea, but it does not affect the elegant atmosphere in the teahouse at all. Music flowed from every corner and surrounded the teahouse.

It was that man who spoke first. He looked at the woman with no expression and said coldly, "Let's break up! That's why I asked you out today. "

The woman gently took a sip of orange juice, looked up at the man with a smile and said, "Good! Break up! The game always ends. "

The man gave a slight vibration. He thinks what he is waiting for will be a glass of orange juice or a glass of beer sprinkled on his handsome face. I'm used to this kind of thing. I didn't expect a woman to answer him in such a tone, which made him a little at a loss. He really smiled at the woman that day and asked in some surprise, "How do you know this is a game? I thought you were like other women, but I didn't expect you to be different from them. "

The woman stopped smoking orange juice and still smiled at the man and said, "At first, I really didn't dare to think so, but after a long time of contact, I began to feel this way from your words and deeds, but I didn't dare to draw a conclusion so quickly." Later, I confirmed that my intuition was right. You are a master of love as a game, and you never put love in your eyes. For you, love is like a routine, which means nothing. Am I right? "

The man looked at the woman in shock and said, "I don't deny it." He took a sip of beer. Then he said in a questioning tone, "since you know this is a game, why do you want to continue?" Why aren't you angry? "

The woman still looks at the man with a smile. Her smile made it hard to guess what she was thinking. She said, "Don't you know? What is the most important thing to play games? That is, only pay attention to the process of the game and enjoy the process of the game. The process is the most important and the result is secondary. " Then she took another sip of orange juice.

The man looked at the woman in surprise and was silent. At this time, there are more and more people in the teahouse, the music continues to play softly, and the atmosphere is still so elegant.

The man finally spoke, softened a little, and said, "You are so smart. Your intelligence is above that of ordinary women, and you can see through all this. I have to admire you. Those women used to just cry there and know nothing. I don't know what they are thinking. Seeing them like that bored me, so I got up and left. You are really different from them. I thought I knew you completely and underestimated you. " Then he drank the beer in the glass again, and his face became less cold because of the woman's words.

This time when the woman spoke, she didn't look at him, but at the passers-by outside the window. There was no smile on her face, and she said calmly, "Actually, I'm just like them, but I see things from different angles. There is also that no one can fully understand others. You're too confident for you. Look at me. Self-confidence can be your strength, but it is also your weakness. You are too familiar with all aspects and have no feelings for others. People are all the same, the difference is that telepathic things are different. "

The man began to smile at the corner of his mouth because of the woman's words, but he still stared at the woman and said, "You are right, your brain is really smart. What kind of person are you? " What exactly do you do? Why can you easily see through others? Why do you understand words so thoroughly? "The man is curious to ask some questions he doesn't know, because he only knows that women work in factories, and he never asks or cares about others. He has never found this woman so clever and witty.

The woman turned around and smiled again on her beautiful face, saying, "Because you are too confident, you have neglected something of mine. I am an ordinary person, not that I can see through others, but that others dissect myself for me. " For words, it is a dictionary in my mind and can be used freely. To tell the truth, besides working in a factory, I am also an online writer. You know what this means! "

The man completely believes that this woman who has never been with him for so long is actually an online writer. No wonder she knows all this. Her mind is full of words. The man began to feel some remorse for his confidence. He thinks too little of her.

There was silence between them again, and the woman began to look at the passers-by outside the window again. The man is drinking at the moment, but something is on his mind. It was that man who finally broke the silence.

He said gently: "Internet writers really have brains different from ordinary people. Now let me see your true colors. With your cleverness, you must know what I am thinking now? " Men also have some smiles on their faces.

The woman looked at him and said, "Yes, the next love game is about to start ..."

The man had to wait for her to finish, and then continued to ask, "Do you also know who the protagonist of the game is?" The man looked at the woman with a shallow smile.

The woman stopped looking at him and looked at the glass of orange juice in front of her and said, "The game is over. Isn't today your purpose? " If you miss it, there will be no next time. This is the rule of the game. Now, it will be me who turns away, and it will be you who sits in the same place. I rewritten your history. Goodbye. "Say that finish, the woman got up and left. She walked out of the teahouse and stood in front of it. She took a deep breath and began to smile on her face. This smile is a victory smile and a failure smile, because she knows that the protagonist of the next game will be herself, and she has no energy to play such a game. Although she knows that the next game is true, it is unnecessary, because if she plays too many games, she will get hurt, hurt ... she thinks this word.

The man watched the woman leave, but he didn't catch up. He just sat still, just like the woman said,' I will turn around and leave, you will sit in the same place, and I have rewritten your history'. He drank the beer slowly, thinking about the little things with that woman from beginning to end. Maybe he shouldn't break up, but if not, how could he know that woman is so smart and witty? He just found himself in love with her. Falling in love with her, men think so. His mouth is still smiling like that, which is hard to figure out. He is considering how to start another real game between him and her. ...