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Name:The Sweet Love Author:
You must be my bridesmaid

"Sure." Hong Yun smiled and said, "When the time comes, you'll definitely be my bridesmaid."

That night, instead of going back, she and I went to the food stall and had a meal. Redcloud drank a lot of wine, one cup after another, bottle after bottle. I wanted to stop her, but in the end I didn't stop her from pouring herself a drink. I think she needed a way to vent.

She was out of her mind, but she kept saying so much, and as I listened to her mutter, I shook my head and replied, "I don't know, I don't know."

"But how can there be absolute fairness in this world?" I dragged her slowly along. The red cloud looked very thin, but it was as heavy as a boulder when I put it on my back.

"When you wake up tomorrow, I will definitely mock you with this matter." I looked at her, who had fainted, and smiled.

I've thought about her thoughts many times before, but it's like having an egg or a chicken first, forever unsolvable. Why we live so miserably is something we will never understand, just as some people, no matter how much they pay, will never win a glance from someone they like.

Like me, when I was a kid, I thought about a lot of things, singers, painters, writers, stars, dancers. These were all woven by me in one of the most beautiful dreams, weaving into a gorgeous picture scroll, accompanying me for a long time.

… …. But then? There was no later.

So the word tomorrow is really good. It gives the illusion that we can reach it very soon, compressing the future, as if one tomorrow, one tomorrow, one tomorrow, we can go to where we want to go most, become the person we want to be most.

However, that was just an illusion, and many people would never understand why the dream would wake up in an instant. The future that you weaved had already collapsed, and the most important person that they would never forget, had long been forgotten day by day. In the end, when they thought about it, they could no longer recall his face.

I used to hate my stepmother and father, but now that I think about it, I can't remember their faces. I can't even remember my own name.

Time, really a powerful thing, the vicissitudes of life, the changes of stars, so much, you can always remember things to be forgotten, only because time slowly change your memory, in the end, you become a new person, and those past, with these also disappeared.

Just like a childhood summer breeze blowing through an alley, it passes right in front of your eyes. Before you can even see it, it has already left, and once it has gone, it will never look back.

The next day I woke up late, the red clouds were drunk, I took care of her all night, it was almost dawn before I fell asleep, but the red clouds did not wake until I woke up.

Without waking her, I went straight to the kitchen to start cooking porridge. If someone like her, who had a hangover, got up and had some plain porridge, her stomach might feel better.

I watched as the porridge in the pot bubbled and boiled. The fragrance filled the air, so I turned off the fire and covered the pot with the lid, intending to stew it properly. On the other side, I opened the refrigerator and took out some vegetables, preparing to cook a refreshed side dish. However, he suddenly heard a noise behind him. Turning around, it was actually Hong Yun who had already woken up. He was rubbing his forehead with his hands and said, "Qing He, my head is hurting …"

"You drank so much last night that it will hurt today." I nimbly cut the vegetables and said, "Sit over there and wait for a while. The food will be ready soon. It might be more comfortable to drink some congee."

Hong Yun walked over to me and looked at me, saying in disappointment, "To think that you would eat so lightly this morning."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat …" Hong Yun really started to mutter under his breath, "I want to eat the duck blood powder soup downstairs, and add a little more chili sauce. It's very fragrant! There's also the fried biscuit at the side of the restaurant. It's very delicious. "

"That doesn't sound too bad..." I pretended to hesitate. "Hearing what you said, I also wanted to eat."

"Then why don't you wait here while I buy two?" Hong Yun's eyes lit up. He did not look like someone who had just woken up from a hangover.

"Heh, sit down!" I hit her on the head with the handle of the spatula. " Didn't you just say that you had a headache? Now he was actually so energetic. Also, you drank a lot last night, yet you still dare to eat something so oily and spicy in the morning? You don't want your stomach anymore! "

The red cloud covered its forehead and went back listlessly. I was amused by her dejected look. I stood behind her and said, "Let's eat in two days. I'll have a hearty meal with you in two days!"

"Sure!" "She immediately became lively." "Then let's do it like this. Don't go back on your word when the time comes!"

"What's there to go back on." I put the dishes on a plate and handed it to her. "Here, the rice is ready. Put it on the table over there."