Love Dust (Part 1)

Wen An has been working in Dongguan, is my high school classmate, or the kind of play. He is tall and handsome, his personality is very melancholy and literary, he is very popular with school girls, and there are always school girls and girls in the same class who confess to him. He had two brief relationships in school, and was later admitted to an art school, majoring in interior design. After graduation, he did not go to work in a good unit where his family helped him find a relationship, and he had to work in Guangdong. He told me that he longed to go to Guangdong on his own, and he was not willing to follow the steps and waste his time. At that time, his long hair was always thrown, and his eyes looked firmly into the distance, full of longing!

I set up my own small workshop in Huizhou, and I didn't make much money, but it was better than Wen'an in general. Wen An came to play with me every week during the holidays, and the feelings of high school classmates were still very good. Usually, I drink wine, or go to a small cabaret to sing, sometimes I will wash my feet and then have a supper.

There is a third technician in Muzu City that I often go to, white and tender, about eighteen years old, slightly fat. Wen An usually called her number when he went, and if the third number was on the bell, he would quietly wait for the third to get off. I joked: You like number three? He smiled: I just think she laughs, and the two dimples are like a lake blown by the spring breeze, which is quite addictive and sweet. I said you don't want to chase her, Wen An said no, just get used to her, nothing to do with feelings. I'm just haha, liar about it!

Number Three saw that Wen An also had light in his eyes, smiled even sweeter, and sometimes bought a clock to extend the time. I once joked, do you like my classmates? Number Three's eyes were shy and flustered, just laughing. Later, after everyone became familiar with it, we also asked No. 3 to have a supper together, and only then did we learn some of her information: No. 3 was a small mountain village in a small county town under Chongqing, and her mother died of illness when she was twelve. When I was in junior high school, I liked to write poetry and articles, and I studied well. But because her family was poor, she dropped out of high school in her sophomore year of high school and left the opportunity to her brother. She came to the south with a dream, and wanted to work hard to change her family and help her frail father. So she ignored the persuasion of her compatriots, entered Muzu City, and became a foot-mu technician, just because she could earn more than going to work in the factory. Number Three likes to laugh and is simply kind. She always stared when she looked at Wen An, and Wen An sometimes asked her: What do you see? I have flowers on my face? She just dodged and smiled and said, Eat.

Wen An once told me that after doing the foot will be full body massage, he generally closes his eyes to recuperate, once always feel a feeling of being stared at, as soon as he opens his eyes, Number Three is looking at him at close range, obsessed and flustered. Seeing that Wen An opened his eyes, Number Three panicked and said, I help you press your head no? Later, Wen An said that he found out a few more times, and I said, since Lang is in love with a concubine, why not be together?

Wen An and Number Three eventually came together, and they always walked hand in hand, one thin and handsome, the other clear and clear. When he was with me, Number Three was also snuggled up to Wen An, natural, and quiet. When eating, The third will only give Wen An something to keep clipping, and Wen An will also wait for the third outside Muzu City every night to leave work. Number Three always ran to Wen An when he got off work, and Wen An wrapped his hands around her. It is beautiful love, radiating light.

But no matter how beautiful and wonderful love is, it is always invincible to life and time! One day, they had a quarrel.

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