On Ten Thousand Ways to Remind Updates

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Today I sorted out my favorites again, and found that there are still a lot of articles, even if I can't cheat anymore, I can't bear to delete them.It’s not to give hope, thinking that the author will come back to update, I’m not that innocent, but I can’t bear to read the article and look forward to myself at that time, and I have the feeling of satisfaction from it.

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I stood on the city wall and walked up and down.The city wall is already very old, and there are gaps everywhere that are visible to the naked eye, and it is a scene that may collapse at any time.There is no one else, I mean, in fact, I am the only living person in this ten-mile radius.Well, to put it another way, among the dead people everywhere, I am the only one who can survive.

No one can accompany me, which makes me feel very boring.But I can only walk around, stand on the city wall, look up at the sunset from time to time, and then repeat such boring and boring actions.I don't know how long I have been away, time has become useless and immeasurable.I don't know how many days have passed, I only know that I have walked far more than I don't know how many days, but the sunset is still hanging there, I am not hungry, I am not tired, I can only walk, there are only a few steps here place, going around in circles back and forth, but couldn't stop.

I'm waiting for someone, waiting for someone, although I'm still waiting, but I don't have the patience to wait any longer, and I know I won't be able to wait.

Three days ago——if we ignore the stagnant time now, then it should be three days ago. There was a war here, a war in which only I was left alive.The blood has not completely solidified, mixed with the dull luster of the setting sun, it emits a beautiful color, but unfortunately I am tired of seeing it, because this color has been kept for too long for me, and my sensitive sense of smell smells too much Clearly, this taste that would please me in the past has lost its appeal to me now.

Because I've been with it for so long, all of it.The setting sun that has been hanging there, never falling, and unwilling to change the angle and light slightly, has not completely solidified, and will always maintain the current half-dry and half-wet state of blood and its moistened rust smell.

I have some regrets that the murderous nature was too strong and I couldn't stop it, otherwise I could still leave one person, no matter what, no matter what kind of unchanging movements time will maintain on him, at least not just me Such a silly time turnaround, but who made me want to present the best to him at that time?

Best of all, I won a battle. Originally, I was still nervous and looking forward to entertaining myself in imagining his happy reaction, but now I don't think so anymore.

Waiting is a tedious gesture, I have to say, especially for me, the waiter, who already knows that this is not the result, which naturally makes my waiting seem futile and useless.But what if I don't wait?There are no new pens falling, no new actions to make me live more like a real person, and I can only live at the end of the page where the story stops halfway, waiting for the next step that will not be written anymore.

If that person can have pity on me, he should write another sentence.Just one sentence is fine, such as "He suddenly vomited blood and fell down, and died from then on", or "The person he was waiting for came and took him away", or, just add two words for me, "THEEND" ,fair enough.During the long wait, I have consumed all my anticipation, longing, and blooming love, and I don't want to wait anymore.I used to hope so much to be able to wait for him, and I used to put in so much effort for him, but now I don't need it.

I don't need the next plot, I don't need the happiness plot that I may have next, and I don't need the person who wrote it so that I can be with him.Please, please, just give me a sloppy ending, and when it ends, I lose my own meaning, and the stillness at that time is the real peace that doesn't need to breathe and think, and doesn't need to be like a fool , I kept going around in circles here, and I was only accompanied by the never-setting sunset and the lingering smell of blood.

I also want to do something else, for example, stop my steps first, jump off the city wall and go far away, no matter which direction it is, but I can't.I also want to draw my sword and kill myself, so that my blood can flow out really fresh blood, draw a terminator for me, and give me a period.

If not, would my love for the person who was waiting for me turn into deep-seated hatred after being tasteless now, or is this the intention of the person who stopped writing?

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The man's face seemed blurred in front of me.I know that he is not vague, vague, but me.I am not short-sighted, and there is no sand in my eyes, but at this moment, I suddenly can't recognize him clearly.

Just before that we were very close lovers, the best kind of lovers.We had a lot of hardships and misunderstandings when we were together. Of course I thought he cherished our relationship as much as I did, but unfortunately I took it for granted.

Before I made an appointment with him, I had just lost all my right to speak in the company, and a member of the board of directors who still had a sympathy for me told me that I shouldn't have signed the share transfer agreement, because before that, The shares of the members of the board of directors have been silently transferred to him.

I don't know why, if it's for my company, isn't there a better opportunity before?Or is he willing to use this long but harder hitting method?

Who is the vicious person sitting in front of me and smiling at me?I stared at him suspiciously and uneasily, staring at his face that was the same as before, but suddenly blurred at this moment.I asked, I asked tiredly and desperately, I didn't know anything, I couldn't even guess why he might ask, I asked him, what's going on with all this?

He looks good when he smiles, otherwise he wouldn't confuse me and make me believe his words easily.He also has a pretty smile now, but it's a pity that it's full of vicious smiles, but, should I say that he really deserves to be him, this person who confuses me, even the smile he has now is very pretty.

I heard a poison maker say that most poisons are actually delicious to eat, because most poisons are used to kill people in a covert manner, rather than simply punishing others.Sitting in front of me, he has undoubtedly verified all of this, and now that my inquiry is a foregone conclusion, even if I get an answer, it is useless and nothing can be changed.But, even so, I still want to know an answer, no matter how late the answer comes, I want to be a ghost, instead of continuing to be confused for self-comfort.

And he thinks the same way, of course, it’s definitely not to make me feel better, but he thinks that knowing all the sorrows can be better than the poor man who only has one result. If you can’t do it, why don’t you just say it and make me panic.

I don't expect any misunderstanding or saying that it is necessary to have other secrets.

"Do you want to know? It's okay, let me tell you, actually..."

I stared intently at the words that appeared indistinct in front of me, only the opening and closing of the scarlet lips were clear, and I could read the words without listening to the sound, carefully, trying to hear clearly, look Be clear, and then chew it in your heart, no matter what is fermented is hatred, self-blame, or other more intense things.

But... there is no more. After the last word of "actually", his scarlet lips were still slightly parted, turning towards the next word, but there was no end.His lips remained motionless, his movements remained motionless, but his eyes slowly filled with suspicion, followed by confusion and thought.He was speechless, and neither was I.

I still maintained the posture of leaning forward and staring at him with wide eyes, but after he was speechless, I couldn't take back the urgent posture of my body, I was still waiting, waiting Seeing the truth that should come out smoothly from his scarlet lips that once fascinated me, I can't wait to know.

But nothing.We are like characters living in a certain book, and suddenly some naughty child tore off the pages from here on, and we can only live in this page, in the "actually" In the space created by the two words, we can no longer jump to the next page, and we can no longer jump to the direction and ending we should.

Just like this, I got stuck in the most critical place, where I could know everything even if I was only given 5 minutes. This also stuck my hope, my thirst for knowledge mixed with hatred, Also stuck... I can't tell what else, I only know that it is a sense of stagnation that cannot be ignored, like being unable to complain.

However, looking at his surprised expression, as if his mouth was still open, but he didn't know what he wanted to say, maybe, we don't live in some finished book at all, but rather After the word "actually", there is a blank, because of the blank, so we are even more at a loss, because not only can we not control ourselves, but we can't even know the unknown.The ones that haven’t been torn off are not that maybe this one doesn’t exist, there may still be books lying in other people’s homes, but we are basically lying in the trash can, and they are discarded things that are so blank that we don’t bother to continue writing.

If that's the case, then why do I care about the truth?Anyway, under the previous wonderful plot, he and I can only keep our bodies stiff like this, and we may not have to keep it forever. This is a great irony to me, but I can only stare at his blurred face , and the scarlet parted but speechless, once fascinated me, but now there are only disgusting lips.

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There are a lot of stories, with a boring and vulgar beginning, a wonderful middle, and then an ending that leaves regrets, but feels that this is all right.This is the most ordinary good story.

Unfortunately, the good stories that belong to me do have a boring and vulgar beginning and a wonderful middle, but I will never get the ending that I have regrets and feel that this is all right.

Of course, you can also say that the end of each paragraph, no matter how long it is, is the end of a paragraph. Naturally, if you force me to say it, it can also be regarded as the end of the whole big story. As an off-screen space, let the readers imagine freely, maybe you can get a compliment from the readers, saying that the author has a unique conception, and the ending is abrupt and reverie.

If it was in the past, if it was written with my pen and ink, and it has not reached this moment, I would definitely agree with you, because I am not a perfectionist, nor am I a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder who must have a happy ending. On the contrary Yes, I'm actually very easy to serve, very easy to make do with, and I'm a guy with a little regretism, the last thing I like to read is a story with a happy ending.However, the premise is that it belongs to my chapter, don't let me stay under such a scene, such a plot.

My writing, how should I put it, is a little bit unharmonious, in fact, I don’t want to do this, I prefer to devote all my time to learning martial arts, how to keep improving, and finally become the number one master of martial arts Instead of always having sex for reasons I can't even figure out.It's a pity that although I am the male protagonist, you all know that the male protagonist is indeed the most powerful guy in an article, but he is not the guy with the strongest control. My strength is simply not comparable to that of the author who wrote me. Bi, let alone resist, or convey my opinion to him.

So even if I am in such an embarrassing situation now, I can't do anything, I can only pray that the guy who wrote me will do me a favor, write me down, don't ask for anything else, just let me fuck, even if still I am willing to let me be naked, otherwise, I can only become powerless and heartless when I am wrapped in warmth and hard.

It's not my pursuit to never fail!Although the same tone of □□ in my ear sounds good, I can't bear the sound of this tone repeated thousands of times and it sounds endless!What about the next pose!Say yes to a different pattern!I don't need you to make me happier, big brother, uncle, I just beg you to make me happy, okay!

It's just... I always feel that I'm about to really become powerless.

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For those cheating articles, whether you can make up the ending by yourself or not, it is a kind of sadness.

The author has something to say: Thank you Yinyue Bingyue for the two mines and the many mines for the text next door, okay~

This article is officially over!Although I always feel that I am entertaining myself, I still thank the readers who are willing to read such weird themes. I love you!