I stunned there, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

After a moment, I carefully held the thing. Although it was completely recognized, although it was fragmented, it was indeed the crystal trophy that was broken by Shang Mu.

It may be afraid that it is not firm enough. Starting from the base, it is entangled with a circle of transparent tape. At first glance, it looks like a mallet.

What I said "repair damage" does not mean.

Shaking his head with a funny look at the dark corridor, determining that Shang Mu was no longer there, and I closed the trophy to go back to the house again.

Putting the trophy back to the original place, the box of "Rebellion" was pressed by it before, and asked me to throw it into the trash -now I can no longer enjoy this film, fans and fans and fans and fans and It is better to keep the distance from idols.

When I returned to the bedroom, I found that I found that Shang Muyi called me several times, but I didn't hear it.

Not only did I call, I also sent me a text message with his own number. There are not many words, simple and clear, and the main purpose is clear.

[Sorry, I was wrong. .

I sent a "um".

Before I lay down, Shang Mu's phone came.

"What do you mean?"

I was awakened by him from his sleep. Now when he was stained with the pillow, he was turbulent again.

"I just mean it."

"You ..." He pressed his temper and asked nothing about it. "Do you forgive me or not forgive me?"

"Why not give me right?"

He grinded and spit out four words: "I'm afraid you don't want it."

"You stick too ugly."

"I stick to four hours in the evening!"

My thoughts slowly drifted away from my body. I stunned the pillow and closed my eyes: "Who let you break yourself ..."

His voice continued and uncertain: "Is it really ugly? Then me ... then I will get it back and stick it again?"

Isn't it going to break again? This trophy is pitiful enough, so why always toss it.

"No, give me ..." My voice gradually lower, "It's mine."

"Then you accept it, just forgive me."

My brain can also understand his words, but my body has involuntarily submit to the soft bed and in response to Zhou Gong's call.

"……teacher?"

"Beishang?"

I have not received my reply for a long time. He tried to call me the name. Seeing that it was still used, he "stunned".

I barely pulled back to the hand that had been handed to Zhou Gong, trying to try to be sober, and was still confused, and listened to his long sigh.

"In the past, I always thought that love should not be in my life, and love should be happy. Be happy together, and separate when unhappy, so it is normal to break up." His voice was very light. Listen to me and don't want to wake up my volume.

"No one in this world can't survive. I will never indulge in an inappropriate relationship, nor will I have nostalgia for those who throw me. It's not a big deal. After a long time, I will always forget you. I have always told myself. "

"I thought I was so self -righteous ..." He said several times in a row, and listened to this sentence particularly unforgettable.

I was actually sober at this time, but I didn't say anything, and wanted to hear him what he said.

"Beishang, can you not like others? I am younger than them, better than them, and there is no bad habit. You should like me." In the end, he brought a little bit of tone, and Seems to be unable to understand why I like to like "Xiao Xiao".

I couldn't bear it, almost didn't laugh.

He sighed again, and when he spoke, the tone became very gentle.

"Good night, my gem."

The strength of holding the phone was aggravated, and my heart seemed to be clenched by this force.

I was afraid that my heartbeat was too loud, and I was noticed by the other party. I tightly pulled the clothes on my chest. I found that I had forgotten my breathing until he hung up the phone.

Inhale in the big mouth, and then vomited slowly. After the heartbeat was flat several times back and forth, felt hot again, and wanted to rush to a cold water face.

The mirror reflected the appearance of my appearance at this time -the cheeks and even the tip of the nose were reddish, the pupils were covered with water light, and the frowning expression was not an exaggeration to say "weeping".

In the end, it was a criminal of faults, and when I was excited, I couldn't tell myself because of stretching, or for something else.

I just felt hot, the hotness of the heat disappeared, thought of walking around, wanting to open the window, shouting loudly to the outside, and even, wanted to take out every record in the house and wipe it again.

This heat seemed to become a magical "motivation", driving me vigorously and difficult to fall asleep. I had to do something exhausted to get calm.

So I got up and turned on the computer. With this "force", I finished my "Oriental Psychological Philosophy: Tradition and Change" and submitted it to a core journal of CSSCI.

After the computer screen appeared smoothly, I moved the sore shoulders and necks, and then looked out the window.

It is okay in the morning. It is not too sleepy. Maybe the "power" is not finished, but it will not work at noon. Fortunately, there was only one lesson in the afternoon. I didn't dare to drive back after I finished it. I fell asleep on the sofa of the office and slept until six o'clock.

He dingled and died, and it was about two points.

First, he is grateful to my cooperation with his work; Second, he is going to adjust his job. In the future, this number will be given to his colleague -a middle -aged man in his fifties.

I sat on the sofa and laughed at his information for two minutes. After laughing, wiped the tears overflowing from the corner of the eyes and got up to the parking lot.