Broke up with her because I crossed the road

I broke up with blue. Blue is a good girl. She is beautiful and gentle. Although many friends say that I am stupid to leave her, I still let it go, although I can't afford it.

On the first day, she didn't get up and put herself in a quilt, so no one in her dormitory dared to comfort her. She didn't eat for a day, and she didn't even brush her teeth and wash her face, when I went to bed at night, I heard her weeping in the quilt.

The next day, today, she had a meal. It was mandatory for her dormitory students to let her eat. Her eyes were red. I always said she was a crying ghost, every time she grinned and said she was not.

On the third day, today she was wearing a charming dress. She went into a bar and drank a lot of wine. She looked around the audience with a very tempting eye. Many people came up and said, "Hello, miss ". She drank a lot. When a man who can be her father said to her, "Miss, I'll take you home." She poured all her wine on his face, when the damn old man raised his palm and was about to fight down, John Mu came and saved the blue. I knew everything, and I watched it in a corner of the bar.

On the fourth day, she got up early today and was busy all morning. Then she kept herself in the bathroom for a long time. When the roommates entered the door, they all shouted: it was clean.

On the fifth day, she began to learn. In fact, she had studied very well. After we started, her score was also regressed due to my influence. This is also a good thing. It's a little bit of attention and it's faster to recover.

Three months later .... She became the president of the Student Union, and she became more and more competent and cheerful. She was about to rely on Research soon.

One year later ..... There are a lot of men around her, and they are better than me, but she didn't care at all, but she and Ling are very good, and their relationship on campus is very ambiguous. She only treats him as a brother, but rumors cannot be blocked.

Three years later ..... She is about to get married. The groom is Ling. She is writing a wedding invitation post, one, two, three, and she cried when she wrote 12th, and she couldn't hold back her tears on the table, as I saw above, all the invitations written by the groom are my names.

I also want to cry, but the ghost cannot cry. I have no tears.

Three years ago, I crossed the road and encountered a car accident, carrying a cake to celebrate her birthday.