Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

You never know, I used to be with him, because, I won't let him tell, and I won't let him tell anyone. Because, I never loved him. It was the day after being humiliated by you. The school has started, and Xia Xia has already left you behind.I should hate you, but the hateful thing is that I can't hate you. I live like the walking dead.I don't want to be happy. Then one day I ran into Durin in the street. I didn't recognize him, he recognized me. Seeing my haggard and lonely eyes hurt by love, he proposed to invite me to drink coffee. When I'm having coffee with him, I'm always looking for opportunities to ask about you.I have no interest in him.I just want to hear about your frivolous past at school.I want to hear you from his mouth.I want to know everything about you.

It was late when I came out of the coffee shop.He asked me if I wanted to see his paintings. I can tell this man likes me. He's the closest person I know to you.He is also the only connection I have with you. I have nothing left to lose. I followed him back to his apartment. He only studied architecture for one year, and then went to become a painter.That's why he was down and out. He talked about his paintings with great interest, peeking at my face again and again, hoping to see the expression of admiration and admiration on my face. : None of the pictures he painted can compare with your portrait of a young woman.

However, that night, I stayed. He is a good man. He borrowed me. He taught me a lot, about architecture, about art. He didn't mind telling me that you often helped him financially.He wasn't embarrassed.Instead, he told me that artists were like this before they became famous. Van Gogh had a good brother who always helped him, and he had you. I used to think that I would only be sad because I loved someone, but I was wrong. When I don't love someone, it turns out that I will also be sad.I feel sorry for myself. During those short two months with Dooling, I was always sad.All I see in him is you, I will secretly compare everything about him with you, and then find that he will never be able to compare with you.

Why is he in love with me and not you? One day, when he came home and leisurely took off his dirty leather shoes, I saw a hole in his wool sock, and one big toe was exposed. I can't take it anymore. I ran away from him without looking back.