These two endings are false, and then he himself updated again on the fifth day of the first month, he did not die, and he did not marry the woman, he just wished he had really died that day
Today is February 14th, 2013 AD, Valentine's Day, and also the fifth day of the first month of the year of the Lunar Calendar of the decalculation of the first month of the year of the Ling Yiyao's wedding date. Originally intended to tell the story on the disappearance, let it slowly cool, gradually forgotten, but things have come to the present still decided to give it a final tom, save so many people to guess around, the more guess the more bizarre.? Also here to say to some people, do not use your living environment as an axiomatic theorem principle to judge the world, such as school age. I am a small town in Rugao, a country boy, into elementary school when less than six years old, because the canal above the bridge only ferry, after drowning a few children, the school opened a small branch in the east of the river, I was in the class, the whole grade but seven people. Then one guy repeated a grade, and there were only six people left in my grade a ****---if you guys think this is ridiculous, then please take it easy when you judge people and things in the future. ?In 2000 I was under fifteen years old and entered White Pope High School as the 12th best student in the school, but my academics suffered due to focusing on playing soccer all day long, and I was first in my class, as well as in the 20s and 30s. It was also there that I started my first love and unfortunately got caught, suffered a lot from the political education department, but also got extra care from the class teacher Lao Yao. After waking up in winter to warm up our bodies, we poured a mouthful of red wine on the way out, and were finally stopped at the door by Yao, who did 20 push-ups each, and he finally locked me in. He later said to A Rong in the same dormitory, "XXX students have been drinking this morning, probably because of emotional frustration, you must care and love him." ? I would like to thank Chitose-sama. ? As the story goes, I failed in math in the college entrance exam and only got into the second year of the university, while Ling Yiyao played normally and got into the first year of the prestigious school, but I was at least able to fall in love with Ling Yiyao in a bright and honorable way. This relationship is not great nor honorable, and like all campus couples, ignorant and muddle-headed, fighting over inexplicable trivialities, and also happy over pretentious and pretentious trivialities. But after I graduated from college, everything became steep and heavy, because I took a monthly salary of two or three thousand, and could not break free from the shackles of poverty.? The most unbridgeable conflict between couples is fighting over money.? I started to write novels in my spare time, hoping to become the so-called immortal novel writer, write a teenager to get the immortal point of continuous cultivation and progress and finally become the master of the three worlds of God, devil and man, this story is very boring but it is the market, perhaps I can earn the money to marry a wife. But in the end, I had nothing to show for it because I wasn't interested in it at all, and the novel I later published was an urban love story that was poorly received. Then I went to work for a publisher as a gunslinger, doing other people's work for them. Write your own story, put someone else's name on it, and get paid as if you were selling your own children. This kind of work can provide me with an annual salary of 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, but I am just someone else's shadow, without any social status. When Ling Yiyao's father asked me what kind of work I was doing, I told him I was working for a publishing house, but I knew in my heart that my name was not on the publishing house's roster of employees. I am just a shadow warrior paid for by others.
? During that time, Ling Yiyao's parents said "NO" to me, and there were constant arguments between me and Ling Yiyao, and I was depressed and had insomnia all night long. It was also during that time that I talked more with a Beijing girl I met years ago, when I first met her she was only 18 or 19 years old, and when she was naked, she looked very much like Ling Yiyao when she was in college. I walked into a dead end, I will be this Beijing girl as Ling Yiyao, trying to use a person who has never met to ostracize Ling Yiyao, that period of time upside down is so mixed up. Later, I didn't know whether I was in love with the Beijing girl or missing Ling Yiyao. Later, the Beijing girl grew up, and she and her classmates created the brand "powerful", while I was still the unknown Lv Qin Yang, deleting each other's microblogs and Douban. Later, I met an elder who was both a brother and an uncle. He asked me if I was afraid of hard work, and asked me if I wanted to work in engineering together, joining an industry that was both hard and easy to get rich. At that time, I was already crazy about money, I saw the money trucks would unconsciously think about the possibilities, I longed to make money every day but I didn't know how to make it, and every day I was tortured by this contradiction that I couldn't fall asleep. Ling Yiyao tried to stop me, but I still went with him, first to the beach to do sea-surrounding, without earning any cash money, the payment method of the government project was very bullshit. Then we went to Xinjiang to work on a photovoltaic power plant, where the technician who had traveled through the Yellow Sea and the Gobi together lost his life. He was a year younger than me, and the reason he came out to sell his life was also for a certain her. Because of the casualties will lead to the stagnation of the project, the owners finally trust relations to issue a natural death certificate, 800,000 yuan private, the body in the local parked a few days before cremation. In order to bring him back to Jiangsu, the three of us took turns driving, cell phone pressed the speakerphone placed on the urn, which came from the hometown of the old man's call: "The day is cold and frosty, hurry up to return home oh!"When I returned to my hometown, Ling Yiyao's marriage to someone else has been the nail in the coffin, in her words, "married to him or married to you, now for me, it seems to be indifferent". We had to sneak around on the phone, and we were both very tired of it. During the time when the wedding was coming up at the end of the year, Ling Yiyao inevitably ran into some of our old friends from that time when she was handing out the invitations, and her moods fluctuated, and she began to hesitate, and even thought of repudiating the marriage.? But even if he wasn't what she wanted, was the current me what she wanted? I, too, used to rejoice that my love could be lost and returned, but eventually after messing around for a while, we both realized that it was nothing more than pre-marital anxiety that couldn't be common enough. We each went down our own paths away from the other a long time ago, but I was living alone in my own world, thinking that the two paths would still meet up ahead. The techie used to talk to me after drinking about his love that made me want to doze off when I heard about it, and when he mentioned that his girlfriend might marry someone else in the future, he couldn't help wiping tears from his eyes, saying, "If she marries someone else in the future, I'm going to lie down in front of her house and step over me before I let her out." ?On January 27, I did the most fucked up thing in my life, I went to the same hotel where his girlfriend was having her wedding and pressed an old red cloth under the welcome door blanket. Now you're lying here, but can you stop it? As for what the red cloth is, someone from my hometown might understand.
?After telling this story, I couldn't help myself, more than any of you, from dreaming about the river at Shirapo High School, about her walking off the bridge in her blue and white uniform, about her standing on the balcony staring worriedly into the distance. But what can I do? When I think of her now, I can only remember what she looked like from the age of fifteen to twenty-four, but I can't recall what she looks like now after she's put on the powder. My temper is getting worse and worse, sometimes I drop things inexplicably, sometimes I sing alone at home, I sometimes wonder if I am a little schizophrenic, wondering if I will wake up one day and realize that some of my experiences are just a dream. Yesterday was the day to welcome the God of Wealth in my hometown's custom, and today is the day to send the God of Wealth to the sky with sparkling fireworks, among which will rage for the blessing of her future. At 5:00 am, I embarked on a car to Shanghai, where I will spend the night today and fly to Beijing tomorrow to meet with some of my senior colleagues. On the fifth day of the first month, Valentine's Day, the old man in new clothes, married to another woman. This is the first time I wore this gold hoop.