Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Andrew put his hands in his pockets. He had done too many things in accordance with the rules, and now he was unwilling to continue to follow the rules.

"So every time I can't hold on, I will remind myself. Since I can't realize my own dream, I should let others' dreams come true. The art class and tutor class will always be open. Until I can't do it anymore. "

Andrew smiled. Even if he was not understood, he should try his best to keep smiling. Life would not be unfair to anyone who worked hard. Pain was only temporary, and what they obtained across the past would be eternal.

"So I hope you can do what you like and stick to it. There is nothing that can't be overcome. When you feel that you can't bear it, think about why you insisted on staying here in the past. "

After saying that, Andrew also bowed. He heard thunderous applause from the people present.

"Thank you, everyone. I wish you a good job." After saying that, Andrew waved his hand and sat down, it took courage to give a speech. Maybe by now, many people had forgotten their original goal.

But Andrew didn't forget it. He always knew what he should do and what he was doing.

He looked around and found that no one stood up. A quiet-looking man stood up.

The man wore a pair of glasses and his voice was very clear and gentle. "Nice to meet you again."

Jacob frowned and wondered who the man was. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that this man was Brandon Hou, who lived in the dormitory next door when they were in the University. Brandon was not a talkative man.

He searched his memory carefully and didn't remember anything about Brandon. He only remembered that Brandon was a gentle and elegant person. Jacob also took a look at Sara. He had thought that Sara would feel bored, but now she was listening with interest.

Jacob was also stunned for a moment, and then he listened carefully. Maybe in the past, they were a group of people who only cared about what they thought, and everyone was self-centered.

to their peers' voices. Perhaps time had taught them to grow. It was true. Otherwise, how could

let alone their classmate. But now it was different. Everyone knew that the opportunity was rare and once missed, there would be no chance in the

was in college. I had learned a lot of courses about computer, passed the exams

to talk in front of others now. Fortunately, everyone was looking at him with concentration, and

all walks of life. Perhaps few people's jobs will be related to their majors. I'm

present and felt a little relieved. After so many years of silence, today was probably

industry, the technology was updated quickly. I have to work and

were pleasant. Most people wanted to see the optimistic side

is not high. I have to work as hard as I can every day, and I like my job. You may think I'm bullied, but I think as long as I like it,

Brandon's eyes. This was not his life, but his dream. Being able to combine life with ideal was the

home and accompany her to see a doctor. My work had been delayed and the money I had saved for so many

he mentioned it, but he always felt that he wanted

all, he didn't like to express himself. Today, he was going to

is his own health. For example, my mother is sick and can't eat anything delicious every day. She was hesitant to enjoy it before, but now

poked his own pocket, looking shy and

that there is something wrong with my health. I didn't sleep much every day, which led to my mental weakness. I often caught a cold and often got sick. I think ideal is nothing compared to health. Without health, even

couldn't pay too big a price

things were more important than what they had, so many people wasted their health in the name of dreams. Finally they got sick and complained that

was right to sacrifice for his ideal, but if he had

about computer. So I came here after a long journey. Many people said that I went back home because I couldn't live in a big city anymore, and many people said that I wanted to live

his heart, but who could see it. Wasn't this the life he had chosen? How could it