My 26-year-old Female Tenant

The Ferrari with the beige color quickly turned around the intersection and drove to another road that I couldn't see. At this moment, standing in Zhuomei's huge square, I felt like a clown abandoned by the world. Bearing the taunting eyes of passers-by in pain.

  I just hate that I don't have a mask to hide my shame at this moment.

  I was really tired, but I asked myself over and over again: what went wrong with me, why did I have to experience the grief in love so repeatedly, it was the same with Jian Wei, and it was the same with Mi Cai now.

  Frustration seemed to freeze my blood, I stepped into my car with stiff steps, and in a state of desperation, let the car turn into a gust of wind, sweeping across the city and the emptiness...

When I got back to the old house, it was already 11:00 in the middle of the night. I didn’t smoke or drink any more. I just packed my luggage silently, because when Mi Cai pushed me away and got into Weiran’s car, I felt that we were The relationship is over. As for the word "breakup", if I don't say it, it is Mi Cai's last gift to me, allowing me to retain the last bit of dignity.

   Soon I packed my luggage. The moment I was about to leave the old house, I felt like I was in a dream, because I never dreamed that the conflict would suddenly intensify to this point.

Think about it again, life is like a dream, life is impermanent, and no one has the ability to make the world develop along the track he planned, so it is not worth worrying about gains and losses for this impermanent world, and we who have been played with After all, one day I will learn to live with it, but I am a little late in learning.

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  The guitar that Mi Cai gave me, I really wanted to take it away, but I had no face to take it away, and finally stayed in the old house.

  The moment the door was closed, I finally lit my first cigarette after returning home, took a deep puff, and then walked down the corridor with my luggage.

In my step after step, I finally went down to the third floor, but suddenly I heard the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground from the first floor. Only she can walk out with such confident steps.

  So we met each other on the second floor, but she, who walked confidently, was so haggard and tired under the dim light.

  We had to stop our respective steps, because I, carrying a lot of luggage, blocked her going up in the narrow corridor, and she blocked me going down.

  She looked at me, and then at the luggage I was carrying, her eyes suddenly became moist.

   "Where are you going?" she finally asked me.

   "In such a big city, are you afraid that you won't find a safe place to live?"

  She was silent...

   "Please turn over and let me pass, please?"

  She stood where she was, motionless.

  I tried to push her away with my hand, but she reached out and pulled the guardrail, still not wanting to leave her original position.

I suddenly had an illusion that she had become me when we first met, and I had become her when we first met, and my heart to leave was slightly loosened, unrealistically imagining that she would hug her Me, crying for me to stay.

  Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked, "Does your leaving here mean that you want to break up?"

  I remembered the scene when she pushed me away to get into Weiran's car, and finally gritted my teeth and said: "...I'm sorry, I can't learn the calmness and rationality you want... Let me go, okay?"

  Mi Cai's body slowly turned to one side, she lowered her head to give me room to leave.

  I looked at her, obviously not wanting to leave, and obviously expecting her to hug me, but I was manipulated by an inexplicable force to step on the next flight of stairs.

I walked down step by step, but it became heavier and heavier, I was a little suffocated, a little out of control, I wanted to throw away my luggage to hug her tightly like crazy, and then kiss her in this flickering corridor , but that force still manipulated me to walk down... until I felt the spring rain falling outside the corridor.

This unexpected spring rain froze my heart like fueling the flames. At this moment, I threw away all distracting thoughts, threw my luggage into the trunk of the car, got into the car without looking back, started the car, It turned into the wind in the rain, and instantly drove away from this community where we met and fell in love.

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  Opening the car window and driving wildly, in the raging cold rain, I no longer want to look at our love rationally. At this moment, there is no material gap, only two people who hurt each other.

  I suddenly wanted to listen to a song that fit the occasion, so I turned on the player in the car and found the song "Bad Weather" by Stefanie Sun.

"I don't even want to be separated, why are we here, performing a show that we don't care about, what we should talk about is not just the weather, we can't solve the deadlock, since we have the strength to hurt each other, why don't we work hard, love makes people get too close , forgot to leave some room, childish, in fact, I just can't afford to lose..."

   This is really a song for the occasion, every word seems to be interpreting me and Mi Cai tonight.

  Maybe we didn’t want to be separated, but we performed a show of not caring in the corridor. We used to get so close, so close that we forgot to leave a little room for ourselves, so we cared so much about each other being with another opposite sex.

  But since we have the strength to hurt each other, why don't we work hard to understand each other and get closer to each other?

I think all of this is just our childishness at work, because we can't afford to lose, and in the process of losing, we forget the story of the gardener and the flowers, the oil-powered racing car, the rocking horse with us, and the Guitars for each other...

I stopped the car with a sudden brake, then got out of the car, sat on the roadside soaked by rain, and finally cried, taking advantage of the pouring rain... I lay down on the ground while crying, and then He took out the bank card containing a huge sum of 500,000 yuan from his pocket.

  So I laughed again, laughing at myself... If, if she is willing to understand me, shouldn't she be happy for me?

  I have struggled on the fringes of society for several years, and finally, with some luck and some hard work, I made this sum of money, which is a blessing in disguise for me... Shouldn’t she be happy for me?

Why? Why? Why is she upset?

  Because this mere 500,000 yuan is not **** in her eyes, all she can see is my entanglement with Jian Wei, but she doesn't see my efforts to study Jinding Real Estate all night for the last negotiation.

  So I was in the wind and rain again, and fell into childish caressing... I would rather die in this wind and rain than go back to that old house.

  I took out the rain-drenched mobile phone from my pocket, found Mi Cai's number, and finally sent her a message: "I don't understand you...you don't understand me!"

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  No matter how I write, there will always be readers who are willing to read and understand me. This is the motivation for me to write. To be honest, if you really understand this book, you will find that "My Best Girlfriends" is not at the same level as this book. It's not that I belittle the best girlfriend, and it's not necessary. After all, it's all my own book.