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Love your resume

By Ivan A JaramilloPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

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A few days later, she happily asked me to go shopping with her. I was surprised that she knew my address. The moment I saw her, I was as stiff as snow and ice. I managed to turn the corners of my mouth up and smile. She blinked her eyes in puzzlement. I woke up and smiled as she began to ask me to spend the day with her. I leng leng, understand the chicken pecking rice like point nod.

She walked beside me, jumping up and down, and I laughed at her and said, you're not crazy, are you? She said, "Today I'm going on a shopping spree to ease the pain and beat the pain."

She kept smiling like a decal. I feel really difficult for her, laugh so long not tired?

I made a bereavement look for her. Her eyes were drawn to a dazzling array of objects. Now things are more sophisticated, maximum attention and arouse people's desire to buy.

I did my best. I relaxed and smiled. How can you be indifferent to someone who's laughing so much? So I decided to laugh with lady.

I was carrying two bags of things she had bought on a whim. Unexpectedly, the seemingly small things are not light at all. I think of the words of Ziyu who judge people by their appearance. I could hardly move when she walked into a restaurant and sat me down. I put my things down carefully and let out a big sigh of relief.

We ordered drinks and some bread and the waiter soon brought it to us. I'd give you five stars for speed alone.

She sucked the juice and said, "Your acting is terrible. You deliberately distance yourself from me and don't talk to me but give me away, there are loopholes everywhere."

I broke the bread apart and put it into my mouth without feeling frustrated. Looking at her disconsolately, I said, "The Yangtze River always breaks its banks when I talk to anyone. It seems unfair of you to say so."

"I mean at school." Her tone was slow and steady.

I almost choked to death on the bread I ate, and hurriedly filled half a glass of water.

She was taken aback and asked me solidly how I was. I said no, I was just kidding.

"I liked you then, too, but I couldn't wait for you." She said.

"I am sorry for me at that time, regret. I want to do what I was afraid to do. But what I do is one thing; whether you will or not is another." I said.

The air conditioner was floating, and I could even see the white steam coming at me, armed and unafraid. The pedestrian outside the window as if all have important things, walking in a hurry, unlimited power.

I thought, if you look around, you might find a former lover not far away. I like to stop and say hello immediately when I meet someone I know. It feels like my bank account has doubled. Mostly, though, I met indifferent faces. I don't know what happened to the enthusiasm of reading. I cannot sigh, I cannot sigh.

She made a few jokes back and forth and the atmosphere warmed up. My fingers wiggled under my control. Laughter spread across her smooth face. They found their way to mine, and I, too, was beaming with infection. I suddenly wanted to hold her purely and feel the softness of her tiny body. I decided not to. I dared not even touch her hand.

"Have you worked yet?" Her voice floated to my ears.

"Ha ha, yes and no. I live by codewords." I said.

She looked at me with bright eyes and said, "Your dream has come true."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I thought you said you wanted to be a writer, and you got it." "She said earnestly, her tone tinged with envy.

I was silent and drank water with ice. The ice water flowed through my body, chilling wherever it passed, settling in my stomach.

It was a little dark by now, the sun's day had come to an end, but some stubborn light shone through the glass and fell on my cup. At one point I had a vision of our future, so clear that it was already happening and I was just reminiscing. The object of my rascal fantasy was sitting opposite me, her dark eyes brewing something, and then something sprang up.

"Let's be together." I said.

She bowed her head shyly, filling me with radiant hope. I took the liberty of covering her hand with my hand.

Love

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