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After proposing, Ma Jiaqi's action can be said to be very fast, and he took Shen Ruyi, who was still confused, and ran to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
As a result, the two were waiting before they opened the door.
Ma Jiaqi, who led the two red books, smiled happily.
Later, Shen Ruyi also asked Ma Jiaqi why he proposed on 2.14, when his birthday was not before, or 5.20, which arrived a few weeks later.
Ma Jiaqi's reply is that 2.14 is too cold to freeze at night;
And 5.20... because it doesn't look good, I'm chubby in my wedding photos.
This led to Ma Jiaqi being punched again and sleeping on the cold floor for another week.
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Readme.
I am Ma Jiaqi.
My family conditions are average, I grew up average when I was a child, and my studies are even more average.
Throw it into the vast crowd, and you will never see the person again.
I am withdrawn, but I try to work hard.
I tried hard that day to join the small organization in that elementary school, and I thought I would be rejected, but they agreed.
I was overjoyed.
When I went to school, I always held my head up and thought to myself that I too had friends.
No matter how they make fun of me, I will laugh silly, and I know they will laugh happily.
Even if I don't like to laugh like that at all.
I think if I'm entertaining enough, people will take me as their truest friend, make normal jokes with me, invite me to their house to play...
And I realized that I was... I was wrong.
They don't seem to want to treat me as a friend.
After school that time, I saw them walking out of the school in a team. Instead of going home, I followed them.
The words heard were so harsh.
"I'm going to tease fools again tomorrow!"
"Yes, he thought we were going to play with him."
Like thunder.
I hid in the corner without making a sound, and I quietly ran home without them knowing.
I hid in my room and didn't sleep all night.
I regret it to death.
Don't regret making them friends, don't regret letting them be funny like a fool,
I only regret that...
Heard their words.
Does it mean that if I don't know what they think, we're still good friends?
I'll still treat them as best friends, give them all the good things, and I won't know they're just teasing me.
I pretended not to know the next day, as always.
But... obviously my acting skills are average, they noticed.
"Now that we know, we won't say much."
"We don't want to play with you."
The sound was harsh, and they went away in a mighty manner, as if I had never been there.
I have changed, I have become more withdrawn.
I never want to have a heart with people, or to know what they look like behind them.
What if you know it, add trouble or be extremely angry? What does that have to do with me, they are good to me on the surface, and then I am good to him on the surface.
Enough.
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Crossing the bridge that day, I saw a woman in white who seemed to have nothing to do with this world.
I didn't know what she looked like, I just wanted to shape her with my own ideas. I drew her, but I didn't expect the painting to be fine the next day.
She is silly and doesn't know anything, and I am willing to take care of her.
Her arrival seemed to add a touch of color to my world, as if... there are people who are the same in appearance.
But I still don't want to care.
Another day I went out and I met the woman in white.
Gentle temperament, delicate face, is a flower shop manager;
But it seems to be a little different from my imagination.
I deliberately approached her, this is the first time I want to know what a person is like.
Is she... the same as that little thing at home?
Apparently, no.
Did that little guy lie to me?
But I saw her sparkling eyes without a trace of impurities, and I suddenly didn't want to do this anymore.
I ask myself
Who is the woman in white?
Painted? On the bridge? Or... in my heart?
I didn't get it, but I went on with my life.
As usual I went to the florist to paint, and then we went to eat.
I didn't expect things to start going in a bad direction... I actually saw that little guy.
As soon as she saw me, she ran away, and I suddenly felt blocked in my heart.
I didn't care about the other woman in the seat, I chased it out, and I realized that it seemed like she was the most important thing.
The little one was not happy, she cried.
The woman in the seat saw it and she ran away.
I knocked the little guy out and sent him to the basement, then to the flower shop.
The door was locked, but she forgot, she gave me a spare key, and I went in and saw the terrified-eyed, shaggy woman in the guest room.
Oh, it's not so dignified on the surface, I killed her.
Her body was burned by me, leaving only ashes, and then set fire to her flower shop, carefully erasing all the evidence pointing to me, and I went back.
The next day I saw the news, the flower shop was on fire, the manager was missing, and I smiled.
But this is all an afterthought.
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Then I went home and saw the little guy in the corner who didn't know what to think.
I couldn't understand her expression, I panicked, I was afraid that she was like that woman.
I'm going to turn her into a doll so she won't have any other ideas.
I think she will be what she is.
But what she did was beyond my expectations. She seemed... still that silly little guy who didn't have any thoughts after knowing that I killed someone.
I suddenly remembered that she seemed to be a goblin.
I relented and took her out, as always.
But she... seems to have changed slightly.
The character is still the same, but not to me.
She is very quiet, no, it should be said that she is too quiet.
For the first time, I felt as if the change in her was not my own, but... my own cause.
I thought about it for a long, long time, and this conclusion made me hard to believe.
I tempted her, I took her to the exhibition, but her performance confirmed my idea, and sure enough, her nature is not like that.
Just for me, she changed.
For example, the pair of ignorant men and women in the art exhibition.
I waited for a long time and didn't wait for the little guy who came back from the bathroom. My heart sank. I was afraid that if she was still so quiet, she would be bullied by someone.
But I passed and only saw the swearing little guy and the two people in the toilet.
So... the little guy is actually not that quiet and well-behaved?
But I wait for her to explain.
When she explained to me, although it was a little better than before because I brought her to the exhibition, it still didn't match the look of beating people at all.
So I try to change, I want to be better.
Maybe the inner appearance will really change because of the attitude of others.
Sure enough, the little guy seemed to have regained his vitality. I felt guilty for what I had done before, regretted for me before, and looked forward to the future.
I proposed to the little guy and gave birth to a big fat boy.
I feel like I've settled into real socializing, and I seem to really understand "woman in white".
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In fact, the woman in white is not in her eyes or in the brush in her hand, but in her heart.
Maybe if you treat others a little better or treat others a little better, they will be really better.
I found my woman in white,
I am very happy.
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songqiananI'm writing some blind stuff, I hope someone can understand it
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songqiananCan anyone understand the 2,400-plus-character long story that is longer than last time!! Has anyone finished reading it!!
