Chapter 4 My husband and I broke up

At that time, I read many novels by Sister Qiong Yao, sentimental and random thoughts. In anger, I wrote him a letter of breakup, saying that I didn't want to delay his political future (because he went to the best university and would definitely stay there after graduation). I didn't want to affect his studies. I lied that I had found a new boyfriend and asked him not to disturb me.

Anyway, I wrote it very heartlessly, and I didn't give him any chance to explain it at all.

On the fourth night after the letter was mailed, I received a call from a friend in his dormitory, saying that he had been drinking for the first time, and was drunk, crying bitterly, and asked me to persuade him.

I was very happy and thought I could take revenge, but he refused to answer the phone and stubbornly said he would just leave it (I mean, the conditions at his family were very bad at that time, and his parents had to support two college students by farming, selling vegetables. He had strong self-esteem caused by strong inferiority)

I am the youngest at home. I have been spoiled by my grandmother since I was a child. I am a hundred miles away from home because I am smart and very famous. How can I bear this? I can only share it if I can only share it if I can.

So, we broke up

So, we broke up

When we go home during the winter vacation, we avoid each other, try not to meet each other, or even ask about each other's news.

I didn't attend the class reunion because I knew he was there

Moreover, I am afraid that I feel very embarrassed when facing a classmate who knows he sent me all night.

In the next semester of our sophomore year, we were both enthusiastic about communicating with other classmates and friends, but we didn’t get in and out of contact with ourselves.

During the summer vacation, I had to work and stayed at home for a few days before going back to school. He seemed to have gone to Inner Mongolia to do social investigations, but we didn't meet.

In the first semester of junior year, we still had no contact, but we always knew the news about each other. We were over English, and we were elected as a cadre, and we went there for internships, because we had a group of mutual good friends.

Just in the second semester of junior year 5

At 1, I went to TJNK to see a male classmate (his junior high school classmate, our shared high school classmate, and a gang character in high school). I thought I had been to TJ, so he should take the initiative to make peace with me and invite me to BJ.

So in the dormitory of a classmate, we talked about him

Coincidentally, a male classmate D in his classmate’s dormitory knew him, and his relationship was quite shocking D’s girlfriend (high school classmate, the top scorer in their city back then) dumped D and pursued my boyfriend!

D is going to make a duel with my boyfriend or something. Speaking of him, D hates itchy teeth

The situation is already like this. I did not listen to my classmates' retention, nor did I listen to any explanation (he was ready to come to DJ after knowing the situation). With a lot of grief and anger, I immediately left TJ and returned to school. I cut off contact with all the classmates we know and decided to live a new life.

Soon, my love life changed a lot

First of all, even though he went to our school, it may be that there are too many boys in our school, or that I am better (hehe, proud again) I have always had suitors around me, but I never cared about it. I thought that I was with him, and I was his person, so I couldn't follow others, otherwise I would be sorry to others, and of course I would be sorry to him.

Before the summer vacation, I had a boy who loved music from the same grade who was in the same grade who pursued me fiercely, but I didn't agree, even though I loved listening to the love songs he sang downstairs.

When I got home during the summer vacation, I still didn’t contact any of my classmates. My classmates notified me of the party, and I didn’t attend.

Just when I was in a low mood, a male classmate who pursued me came from all over the place and asked others along the way. When I found my house, I was already like a beggar.

He said he missed me and couldn't help but miss him, so he found him

(I will call him G)G's arrival. Although I am very happy, I always feel that music is unreliable, so there is no big progress.

Also, G is not liked by my parents. He thinks his ragged self-artistic jeans are very unfair and careless.

After staying at my house for more than ten days, I returned to school with him.