Days after Breaking up with My Ex - Chapter 682：Postscript

This is my story, our story.

The story ends, but our lives continue.

Sometimes I wonder what my story would be like if I broke up with Ding Ge.

If Hu Zi didn’t break up with li, what would the story be like?

If Hu Zi Old Gao and I didn’t open the xingyun hotel together, what would the story be?

If I were in love with Lin Ya, what would the story be like?

But life has no ifs, only results!

My name is Meng Xingyun.

You can see this story as a fictional novel, because there must be fictional places in the story, those weather, those scenery, who can remember so clearly, they are just the embodiment of the mood, sometimes they have become wind, sometimes they have become rain, sometimes they have become clouds, they have become sunlight, they have become stars, they have become flowers, they have become trees, they have become earth, they have become sky.

You can also think of it as a true story, because there may be stories similar to you, or stories similar to your friends, or stories about a stranger you heard at a dinner.

Every day, countless stories unfold in every city.

In the city, there must be a boy who has a crush on a girl, maybe his classmate, maybe his neighbor, maybe his colleague, maybe a girl he met on the subway, maybe… But the boy didn’t dare to confess.

In the city, there must be couples who are in a sweet period. They will contact each other every day, meet, call, send wechat, go to dinner, shop, watch movies, sing, travel… They are like glue, happy as flowers.

In the city, there must be couples who quarrel, misunderstand, quarrel, cold war, break up, quarrel, miss, and make up because of all kinds of things.

In the city, there will definitely be someone cheating, either on the male side or the female side. Perhaps they had loved before, but life was not a novel after all, marriage was not love, they were in all kinds of temptations, in numbness and loss of passion, in the boring life without freshness, step by step broke through the last line of defense in their hearts.

In the city, there must be someone sitting on the bus, on the subway, in the taxi. Many young people are working hard for their lives. They work hard.

This is life.

It will not be friendly to a person, nor will it be cold to a person.

Are you in the car, in the company, out of town, or in bed?

When you saw this, were you lying on the bed? Was he eating? Did you peek at it at work or in class?

Did you watch it on your cell phone? Apple or samsung? Huawei or xiaomi? Vivo or oppo? Anyway, I can see my friends here. Thank you.

I believe that everyone has been tired of looking at all kinds of dazzling chicken soup, in the last two sentences, we only say blessings, not chicken soup.

Those who feel that life is not bad, I wish you a better and happier life!

Those who feel that life is very bad, I wish you a bright future, and the sun will be waiting for you!

(End of the book)