Chapter 19 Panic Qin Yu (2)

Panic Qin Yu (2) I can't understand why she likes to call me by my name.What's so good about my girly name?What's so good about me being a effeminate person?I was really doomed to end up in bad luck for eight lifetimes from the moment I was born. I stood up from the bamboo couch, trying to avoid meeting her eyes or herself.I face the river, not sure what she will say or do next, I even hope it's all a dream: she never came - and now I turn around and find that she hasn't... Why all this Could it be a dream?If the events of the past few months were all a dream, then I should be thankful and have no regrets—or, if Fan Bin is a fake character, Wang Haiyan is a fake character, and my parents never knew each other I, too, never gave birth to my unlucky son—that would be great!If only this creepy, potato-stuffed school didn't exist at all!It's a pity that I also know a little bit that the thing in front of me is probably true.

Only people like Wang Haiyan, she will be here when I am here - I suddenly wondered if she arranged all this herself, so that she would drive me around like a duck all over the world - By the way, I Possibly still a landlubber.I didn't mean to think of her so badly or hate her on purpose, I just couldn't help it-I was bored, I was tired, I wanted to throw everything away, throw it all away.I'd better throw myself too—maybe I could grab my hair and throw myself like a javelin, sticking myself upside down on a deserted island in the Pacific.That way, I wouldn't have to meet anyone again, and I wouldn't be in danger of being killed.

Disappear, disappear, disappear—I don't understand why the word "disappear" is so easy only for Gigi: she can disappear whenever she wants, she can have nothing to do with this potato world, and I But I can't die.I faced the river, and the dirty smell there consciously drilled into my nostrils.I want to be free immediately, I want to get rid of Wang Haiyan completely.Maybe she has no premonition yet, or she has a premonition and still doesn't believe it.I'm sorry for her, I'm really sorry for her, in general she's fine, and I'm bad—but, who am I sorry for?