We broke up on her birthday.

& nbsp ; Zhan Lan said goodbye. Lan is a very good child, very beautiful and gentle. Many friends say that I am foolish to leave her, but I still let go, although I am reluctant to do so. On the first day, she didn't get out of bed, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt. None of the people who lived with her dared to console her. She didn't eat all day, not even brushing her teeth or washing her face. When it was time to sleep at night, people could hear her sobbing under the quilt. On the second day, she ate today, forced by her classmates who lived with her. Her eye sockets were red. I knew she was a silent crybaby, and every time she pouted saying she wasn't. On the third day, she dressed seductively today, walked into a bar, drank a lot of alcohol, and looked around the entire place with a very tempting gaze. A lot of people came up to chat with her saying "Big sister, you're so beautiful." She drank a lot, and when a man who could be her father asked her "Little sister, shall I send you home?", she splashed all the wine in her hand onto his face. Just as this middle-aged man was about to hit her, Da Mu and his friends arrived and saved Lan. I knew everything, I was just watching her from a corner of the bar. On the fourth day, she got up early today, busily working all morning. Then she locked herself in the bathroom for a long time. When her friends broke the door open, they were all amazed: "So clean!" On the fifth day, she started studying. In fact, she used to study very well, and people began to notice that my influence caused her grades to decline. That's good, shifting her focus a little, she recovered quickly. Three months later... she became the chairman of the Student Union, becoming more capable and generous. Soon, she would take the postgraduate entrance exam. One year later... there are many men around her, many of whom are better than me, but she basically doesn't care. However, she and Ling are quite close, and rumors in the campus suggest their relationship is ambiguous. She only regards him as an older brother, but rumors can't be stopped. Three years later... she is getting engaged, her fiancé is Ling. While writing the wedding invitations, one, two, three... when she wrote to the tenth or twelfth invitation, she cried, lying on the table unable to hold back her tears. I took a look from behind, and found that all the invitations written for the groom had my real name. I also wanted to cry, but as a ghost, I couldn't, humans have no tears. Three years later, I galloped down the road, encountered a cart full of cakes prepared to celebrate her birthday.