以前文章没有出轨的时候,我觉得全世界好男人只有两个,一个是他,一个是我。现在,只剩我一个了,我觉得好孤独。满街的男女兴奋地刷着屏,吐着槽,时不时地对着天空哀伤一句“老子再也不相信爱情了”。我知道,不久之后,大溪地抑或香格里拉的婚宴现场,他们又会去围观别人的幸福。我向来不是那种兔死狐悲物伤其类的人,每个人都要吃喝拉撒呼吸空气,似乎活得都一样,但每个人都有一颗谁也抵达不了的内心,这让我们又变得 Before the article did not derailment, I think there are only two good men around the world, one is him, one is me. Now, leaving me alone, I feel so lonely. Men and women across the street excitedly brush the screen, spit the slot, from time to time in the sky a sad “I do not believe in love anymore.” I know that soon, Tahiti or Shangri-La’s wedding scene, they will go and watch others’ happiness. I have never been the kind of person who suffered from the tragedy of foxes and tragedies. Everyone needs to eat and drink Lazard to breathe the air, and seems to live the same, but everyone has a heart who can not reach, which makes us become