1. Daytime prisoners
White prisoners.
♪ Love you as one ♪
My stepbrother thanked me for the white dress and said he liked to see me cry.
And he said in my ear the other day, while there was no one in the house, “Autumn, I want to keep you in my house alone and watch you play the piano every day.” I’m sorry.
I turned my back and smiled, and my hands around his neck, and I said, “Thank you, are you a canary that imitates or do not listen?” I’m sorry.
He just leans over and kisses.
I smiled and kissed him and cried.
Too bad I’m not a canary or a white-eyed wolf.
18-year-old summer, I did a great job in high school, coming to Stown to college.
Following my poor father, Don, into Fan’s house.
Say hello to Aunt Fan. “Dang was smiling and touching my head and asking me to make her happy with the woman with the makeup.
“Hello, Aunt Van. * I look down, my eyelashes are shaking, my mind is not on the surface, and I even bring some pitiful good deeds *
“That’s a good boy. “Fan Tinker Bell touched my chin and touched it, “I’ll live here with my aunt and take it as my home. I’m sorry.
And just as I thought, the next second, a long, beautiful stairwell on a stairwell came out of nowhere.
That’s a 19 or 20-year-old boy with a cold face, a white skin, a silver earring.
And I looked up, and I forgot to look at the young man, and his sight was drawn in less than two seconds.
“Thank you, come and say hello. This is your sister Don Chiu. Van Ong turned his eyes towards me and saw a tall, white young man with a slight rise in his head.
She turned her back and went up the stairs.
Thank you! “Fan Ong still wants to shout, and Tang is holding his hand.
“Well, forget about the kids. It’s okay. He laughs at the tunnel.
Van Onion had to snuff his mouth with displeasure: “Thank you, my son and my ex-husband.” I was raised at the old people’s place. It’s spoiled. I’m sorry.
Tang Zheng noded his head in his mouth, in full humility of his son-in-law.
And I couldn’t stop staring at the shadow.
In the end, Tang-hyun shouted, “Sigh.” Let Aunt Van show you your room. I’m sorry.
I’m just getting past God.
Take a deep breath, pick up a little bit of a mouth, put your eyes up, and have a very good smile.
“Okay, Dad. I’m sorry.
When I first came to Van’s house, I was so smart and always smiled. On a month-long summer vacation, I touched Van’s outside and out.
First time he said hello to Sherly, he turned his face and left, and he didn’t come home that night.
Van Onion then broke a cup and scolded the “white-eyed wolf” in the gorgeous living room.
All I did was ignore it and help her pick up the pieces and laugh and say, “Aunt, don’t be angry. My brother may just not fit in, I’ll just avoid it a little bit. I’m sorry.
When she saw me down and packed, she opened her mouth and said, “Let go, let Aunt Zhang clean up.” If you go to college with him, forget about him. I’m sorry.
The white china cup in his hand was unsettled, and he cut a sharp blood stain in my hand.
I put up with the pain, and I put my smile on my head: “Good aunt, I know.” I’m sorry.
Van Onion took Tang to her wedding tonight and said he won’t come back tonight. Just like me, I’m the only one in the big house after Aunt Zhang’s night off.
At 11 p.m., I’m a little hungry, like going down to the kitchen to get the cake I bought during the day.
I just got down and opened the fridge, and there was some friction in the living room behind me.
I started to get a little scared and just wanted to get up, and suddenly a can of soda on the door of the fridge got flipped when I got up and grunted down from the kitchen kitchen table and made a sound of it.
Back then the friction stopped.
I have a obnoxious obnoxious language in my heart, a tense toe-toe, and a little insensitive to my own luck.
The next second, in the kitchen, there was a footsteps, and a man with a long body was extremely oppressed in the black light.
I was so scared to close my eyes, I couldn’t talk to my lips.
The sound of “powder,” the light’s on.
The kitchen was as bright as the day, and I was shaking in front of my eyes and fell on the ground.
“What are you doing here?”
An extremely good man’s voice rings, and it’s a little boring.
And when I opened my eyes, I saw a handsome young man with white skin standing low and looking down at her, with no face and a line in his mouth.
That’s the day I took a glimpse of the stairs.
I immediately took a deep breath of fear and instabilities, ignored all the misgivings of his questioning, and tried to raise a sweet, sweet and soft smile: “Big brother, my name is Don Chiu-chul, my father married your mother, so I came in and we met two weeks ago. I’m sorry.
He looked at me cold-faced for a moment, and maybe I looked too bad with the cake in my hand, and he smiled a bit.
“You’re pretty good at it. I’m sorry.
The sound is clear, I hear the irritation.
When he had said that, he turned his back, and I was alone in the empty kitchen.
I watched him go upstairs, and it was so hard to get past God and get up.
At that time, I thought the kitchen was scary, cold and empty.
Who knows what happened, and it was here, and it was so nice and gentle to hold me from behind and bury my head in my neck.
“Autumn, why don’t you be my canary. I’m sorry.
Even in college summers, it’s hard to get a thank-you home. On a few occasions it was like a business trip, taking the hotel overnight, leaving in half a day.
Unfortunately, however, I was struck by surprise on several occasions.
It was hot that day, after Zhang cut out the ice melon and put two plates on my desk.
” Aunt Zhang, this is too much for me to finish. “I have a smile to say.
And she did, and then began to laugh, “Well, your brother hasn’t eaten yet. Why don’t you send him a plate?” I’m sorry.
I wrinkled my frown, I said nothing, and I nodded my head, “Okay, go, Aunt Zhang.” I brought it to him.”
After Aunt Zhang went down, I knocked on his door next door.
In a few seconds, the door opened. Thank you for being in front of me.
With that ice melon, I raised my head and opened a soft and harmless smile.
Brother, Aunt Zhang cut the watermelon. I’m sorry.
I can’t see anything, I can’t look at her head, I can’t look at her, but I’ve cleaned her room up and down in seconds.
It’s very simple, it’s either black or white, and it doesn’t seem to show any sign of being inhabited.
It was only a moment when I seemed to see on the head of his bed a bright colour that was incomprehensible, but it was too late to recognize it, and his wide chest covered my sight.
“No, no, no. Don’t look for me anymore. I’m sorry.
Then the door closed.
I shrugged my shoulders with watermelons and turned back to my room. I knew that would be the result of a useless effort to maintain the image of a good girl.
Van Onion says we’re the same university, and we’ll meet on campus.
Not only are we co-colleges, we’re even professional. He’s too famous at school to know.
After all, twice in a row, the prizes for the International Financial Modelling Championships, even in S-City’s best-qualified school, are rare, and nature is called God-like.
I was surprised when I saw his name on the campus’s celebrity list.
It turns out to be a good student.
I went to the school alley with my classmates in the cafeteria, and I saw a thank you.
He was still a clean white shirt, but he had to wear a sharp metal earring, and the light of the leaves passed through the sun, and the look of his face was alienated.
I hesitated for a moment between greeting and not saying hello when an awkward photo was about to arrive, which meant that I chose between favoring my so-called brother and maintaining the image of my new classmate.
I finally chose the former.
I passed the side of my shoulder, swiped my mouth and said, “Hey, brother?”
He took a look at me, and then he slipped over, and he didn’t seem to know me at all.
And the wind swerved by us, and the shades of the forest dazzled, and the sand of the leaves of the end of the summer.
All the girls around me were a little stunned, perhaps without understanding where I came from, but kept my mouth shut.
And We smiled, and turned his head a little, and left him with a tall back, but in my heart I thought: Surely he is a dog.
He’s obviously defending me, but he’s not paying attention to me.
I took notes on a tablet during the elective course and suddenly a banner came out.
It’s the campus altar that my roommate Sudan registered for me.
I was bored, turned around with my cheeks, and I choked.
The third place is a photo of a thank you.
He’s head down in a flower shop, with a white rose in his hand, and he’s looking for white fingers in a flower.
It’s rare to wear a metal earring, half-faced face, uninspiring eyes.
The girls in the comment area are speculating who to give his flowers to.
I looked at the picture for a long time until the professor’s voice suddenly increased and interrupted my dementia.
It turns out that his apathy can be turned into a gentle one.
Surely those who tame the like of it are also of those who are pure and gentle.
The day our relationship broke out, it was Mom’s death.
I took two days off from school on the pretext that I was sick.
He didn’t inform his parents because he was a college student.
I used the money they gave me to buy tickets, and one person took the high iron back to town F.
The cemetery was on the outskirts of the country, and I went to the high-duty station and sat on the bus for a long time, wearing a white dress I had bought in F Town, where I was going to swab Mom’s grave.
My fingers touch the iced tombstone, scratching down with the mark of the Song Rain.
“Mom, don’t worry, I’ve made friends in S-town,” I said, “Everyone’s fine, S-town’s gorgeous.” I’ll be abroad in a year, and I won’t be able to visit you again. I’m sorry.
The cemetery is empty and quiet.
I was quiet for a moment.
And remembering the days that we lived in the city of F, this small town had its unique pyrotechnic breath, and when my mother and I were there, we used to talk in a lot of people’s laughs, and now we see each other, but I’m the only one who can talk in such a quiet, empty cemetery.
And suddenly I heard a small footsteps, and I turned my head, but I saw only a high-picked back towards the gravestone, and it became blurred in my evaporating eyes.
It turns out that there are people like me who miss them.
The past cannot be pursued, and those who come will remember.
I couldn’t help but try to suppress my chest.
For three months in a row, the pressure and disguise broke through the line of defence, and I crouched before her gravestone, silently wailing.
I don’t cry much, but crying is the sea.
His eyes were red and his feet were a little numb, and he was not even stable.
We were just leaving the cemetery, and I accidentally ran into the man who had just picked the back.
He stood in front of a tombstone, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
My heart’s mumbling: It’s closing now. Who’s this?
But I got close, and I couldn’t help but look around.
I was in shock.
The tall one, the white shirt, the tiny bending of the back, the look down at the white gravestone, the perfect bottom line.
That man is a thank you.
I’ve never seen a clean, sad thank you. Like all the 20-year-olds in this small city are pure, as if he had never lived in that paper-drunk, golden, red and green town.
He was dressed in white, white and white as a piece of jade, and in the light of the orange sunset, he turned against the light and was incredible. It almost coincided with the picture of the white rose chosen on the altar.
I’m holding back my panic, turning around and trying to escape, and with my heart beating is a hole in my head.
I didn’t think I’d meet him here, and I didn’t think if Fan onion knew what I was going to say.
Suddenly, a breeze struck me and I heard a sigh behind my back, strangling.
Turning back to see him with a little bit of fallback in the sunset, he suddenly found himself as vulnerable as I did.
Turns out she’s in the wind, and there’s one who misses.
I saw him put his flowers gently in front of the tombstone, and his face was pale.
Maybe he saw another weak person through his thin back, and I didn’t move.
But the next second, he suddenly looked up.
We looked at each other in a second.
Then I felt a moment of tremors from above, as if I had returned to the kitchen in the middle of the night, and saw him come back at night, and the light turned on.
It’s like a cold, beautiful face, so full of loneliness for years, so clean as a fairy’s dust, and full of breath.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
He came close to me, and his voice sounded so dim, with silk.
My heart is beating, and I can’t stand it, but I wonder: Is he crying?
“Say something. He’s a cold repeater.
The sense of oppression is perfect.
“Big brother, I never expected to see you again. “I tried to lie, so I tried to brag about the twirling, and down my nerves, “I came to meet my friend. I’m sorry.
He had aversion in his eyes.
Friends? “You have friends at the cemetery in F-City?” Don Chiu-chul, do you think I’m stupid?”
I opened my mouth, but I knew what I was saying at the moment. He didn’t even know I lived in F-town and thought I was following him.
Say something! “He suddenly became colder, and saw a moment ago in the sunset with a gentle side face as if it were just a shadow, and the eyes of a handsome young man seemed cold to pierce me.
He is the one who hates my hypocrisy, or who is so important to him that I should not be profaned.
I couldn’t help it. When I was in trouble, the water ran through the mountains.
And I cried out in the open graveyard with the sound of sobbing: Who will follow you? Who do you think you are? I came back to see Mom! I’m sorry.
I pointed to the white gravestone behind my finger, and I put a fresh, white lily.
He looked at me in shock and for so long.
A breeze passed, and my white skirt was blown up, and even the lilies were blown.
In the end, he came up and handed me the tissue from the bag in silence.
I looked up with some consternation and saw his face stiff.
“Come on, I’ll take you back to Stown. I’m sorry.
From that day on, his attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees.
When I followed him back to S., I was sitting on high metal, throwing me a tear-stained paper and handing me a new one.
I didn’t say a word, I looked out the window with my hand on my chin and I didn’t want to have any eye contact with him.
My hard-won image of a good girl is probably ruined.
That weekend I was going back to Fan’s house, waiting for the driver at the school entrance, and she stopped me at the school entrance.
He was wearing a black vest, unlike in school, with cold ear nails, and the sun passed through his hair as if he had a little brown hair.
And those who were tenacious, and with them were the youths.
That’s a little different.
“What do you want to do? “I ask in a cold way.
I don’t want to pretend. He saw it anyway.
But I’m more confident that he won’t tell Van Onion.
He took the jab and reached out and handed me a small black box, which was very delicate.
I put it on. It’s a beautiful necklace.
The crystal lockings, empty in the form of flying birds, reflect the light of the sun and are inexcusable. I looked up to thank you, and my heart was shaking.
He looked at me with his head down a little, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow at the bottom of his eye, and the gentle twirth in the photograph of white roses, which he had seen on the school altar, slipped over his face for a moment.
“Here you go. Call me brother later. I’m sorry.
And then she saw me at school, and she said nod.
I also respond. It’s just a moment when I look at him, and I think of the tenderness of his eyes and the delicateness of my heart.
It’s very appropriate to have a close relationship, for two months in a row.
I thought that was it, that I had spent the year in peace and that I had tried to be good.
One day, I met with Shelley’s library, and that was special.
Instead of wearing a loud earring, he put a gold-side glasses on a tall nostrils, which unexpectedly revealed an euphemism.
I was symbolically nodding, and when I was about to get past him, he suddenly called me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He looked down at me for a while, and suddenly reached out and touched my head, followed my pony tail to the end, and finally seemed to let loose with some love.
“Down better. He says:
I’m a little stunned. Stay there.
His voice was as soft as to speak to his lover, and I looked at him, and found in his eyes love.
It’s as cold as he is.
And then I fainted, and then I returned.
“Well, I know, brother. I’m sorry.
Then he turned away, and I remained in place for a long time, and his crooked eyelids were flashing over his head.
Is it a trap? It’s not necessary.
It turns to November. The New Year’s Eve party at the school was very large, and the various communities reported on the performances and sought to win at the event and receive more funding.
I was recommended by teachers of the music community to play a piano solo.
I was never going to play the piano anymore because Mom was a pianist.
He was arrested by teachers of the music community and temporarily played as a chorus piano accompaniment.
Then they were detained by the music community.
This party was just because the teacher thought that there were only two programmes in the music community and forced me to report one.
A month before the show, I was at Van’s villa practicing the first act of Beethoven’s 10th tune.
A very gentle song, resounding in an empty living room, the sun on a black and white key, as it was in the old days, but nobody listened to it anymore.
I was playing and suddenly a shadow covered the piano. There’s someone behind you.
The aunt who thought it was van onions or cleans up, then put on the same radiant smile as before. Who will look back and see the gift.
He doesn’t have any expression, and it makes me lose sight of the emotions in his eyes. It’s just a blur.
“Big brother. * And I shouted *
He heard me scream like that, tiny low eyebrow, looking at me.
And in a moment, there was a strange atmosphere between us, and the gentle and smooth piano music resonated in my head.
And he took his lips and said, “It’s elegant when he plays the piano. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Thank you, brother. I’m sorry.
“You’re playing at the party? I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
He leaned against the wall and looked at my piano with eyelashes and said, “What dress is he going to wear?” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t think so. Maybe the teacher prepared the costume. I’m sorry.
“Well, how about I give you a gift for New Spring?”
She really gave me a tuxedo and a non-coloured sapphire necklace that matched the dress.
It’s a white, long-shoulder dress, and it’s a pearl-white silk, and it’s nice and smooth. That afternoon of the show was the last rehearsal, and I tried it on the back stage, and I looked in front of the mirror, and I ended up with a soft, long hair, all the way to the waist.
And We put on white tea and flowers and necklaces and looked at the people in the mirror.
Last out of the room.
Outside the door was the student council president, who was looking down at the props, and saw the door open and looked up.
And then, with his eyebrow in his eyebrow, he wondered, “Whoa, Don Chiu-chul, this white dress, the fairies, I’m sorry.
I smiled and blinked: “Thank you, fairies are hard to wear, only one night.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t take the euphemism, but it’s good to try once in a while.
The performance went well. I was in a white dress, bowing under a spotlight, and the crowd under black pressure made a lot of noise.
After all, it’s been practiced for a long time, and I sat down in front of the piano, and a little bit of it was brewing, and soft and smooth music flowed from my fingertips like water.
It’s been a long time since Mom left me.
Once again, I bowed and heard applause under the stage, with cheers from boys and cameras.
After the show, I returned to the backstage and saw a thank-you at the door of my dressing room.
With his head down against the wall and a silver ear nail in his hand, a large group of girls with soft legs on his side, and a long body with a shirt that strangles my waist, I almost got a little beat.
No wonder he’s the year-highest red man on the campus.
He seemed to notice that eyelashes were slowly rising up with me.
Then he laughed and waved at me.
“Congratulations, the performance was a success. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, brother. “I came to him politely to say thank you, and the next second, I suddenly held my foot and looked so blind.
She drew her hand from the other side, and a white rose was slowly raised to me with an open and clear water vapour.
I almost forgot to put on a nice smile and pick up roses.
“Beautiful, Autumn. You were born to wear white dress. He rubbed my hair, said.
He kept returning me to Van’s villa and stopped at the door.
“What’s wrong? “I hold white roses, and there’s joy in my eyes.
“I’m not going in there. ”He put his hand in his pocket, rubbed my head with the other hand, touched my waist along my hair, and then let go.
I went up there and grabbed him.
“Don’t go. Come with me. Van Onion won’t be back tonight. * I’m almost a little sanctuaries.
And the white rose removed from me and from him a direct alienation, and I rejoiced in it, and even forgot to be strong.
Then he smiled.
“There’s no one at home, and you’re not afraid of what I’m doing to you? I’m sorry.
I don’t care. He’s obviously messing with me.
Pulled him into the villa and I went to the kitchen.
“Brother, I’ll make dinner. “What do you want to eat?” I asked while combing my hair.
No response from him.
I just thought I’d go back and say, “Big brother…”
Turned around and saw him leaning towards the kitchen door, with his hands crossed over my chest.
“You cook? He asked with his eyebrow.
I had a moment of movement in my heart, and he was laughter me.
I said, “Well,” I said, “I cooked myself after Mom got sick. I’m sorry.
The air was quiet for a few seconds, and I felt so embarrassed that I was just trying to open my mouth and all of a sudden warmed up behind me — thanks for holding me behind my back.
I was stuck and I listened to him in my ear just as I was ready to struggle.
Then bury your head on my shoulder.
When I was soft, I almost couldn’t stand, my heart was beating, and my face was red with the heat that started to steam from where he touched my skin. I know I’m gonna fail.
The disguise has suddenly collapsed for months.
I’m standing in front of the kitchen kitchen and my legs are so soft and my face is as red as the first-timed little girl.
Then I heard him say that in my ear.
“Autumn, why don’t you be my canary. I’m sorry.
My heart was beating at that moment.
Later, I knew why she could stay away from home at night, never ask the Fan family for a living, and say something like that about me being his canary.
He already has a villa like this.
A few months after the New Year’s Eve, my roommate Sudan invited me to her party.
Autumn, Sudan is lying in bed asking me, “Are you free this Saturday? I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong? I sat at my desk and I looked up.
“Are you going to my brother’s party to celebrate the opening of a new bar? I want to go but I don’t want to be alone. She looked at me with her hands on her cheeks and looking forward.
I thought about it a little bit, and I went to the bar once after high school, and it wasn’t so much fun, but it was nice to have a little bit of a break, so I got a nod on my lips, “Well, what time is Saturday?” I’m sorry.
“Yeah! I’ll send you the address and the time! “You’re ready to get in touch with the handsome guy who wants to contact you.” I’m sorry.
I smiled and learned.
That day I wore a white dress with a light make-up, long hair and as simple as possible.
Thank you for telling me you were born to wear a white dress.
A few hesitations before going out and finally wearing the necklace of the gift.
It’s beautiful. It’s a crystal bird.
At 7:30, at the bar, I called Sudan.
It was loud on the other side of the phone, and I heard her crying, “Come in!” Just come in! I’m sitting on that high stool! I’m sorry.
I raised my eyebrow and walked in.
I was surrounded by the music brakes of a strong rhythm, and I went to the bar and found Sudan.
She’s got a little wave, a red lips retrospect, and she smells like a Hong Kong girl.
“This lady, beautiful. * I walk by her side and gently lifts up her hair and smiles *
Autumn! She screamed, “Come on, sit down, why are you wearing such light makeup?” What’s up, white dress? I’m sorry.
I sat down laughing, “No, dress up nicely, for the little Sudanese beauty.” I’m sorry.
“Yo, I have no heart, all my brother’s friends, I dare not talk.” She says it’s like she’s exaggerating, shaking her berry and looking at me like, “Well, do you see that? I’m sorry.
I was told to turn to the hot bar. Most of them are 20-year-olds, not many high school students like us.
I said with my eyes, “I haven’t seen it yet. I’m sorry.
“This is not the best-looking, the best-looking one in my brother’s box, all of the rich guys in our town,” and the Sudan was so excited by my coldness, “I didn’t want to go to my brother’s and walk away, and now we’re going to have a party.” I’m sorry.
I just wanted to play, so I followed the Sudan.
But when I went into that box and saw the gift of being down on the couch and playing with the starter, I wasn’t all right.
“Oh, is the Sudanese little sister here? “A boy with a shaving glass smiles and says hello.” Very handsome, with a little fragrance.
The Sudanese brother was playing around with several people, saw her sister, wrinkled her head, and scolded her with the mouth, saying, “It’s naughty.” I’m sorry.
“Song. Sudan spitted on her brother and said hello to Pan-in and pulled me down.
There’s a lot of noise in the box. There’s about a dozen people and four or five girls, and I can’t stop staring at thanksgiving. He never looked up.
I’d like to pull my leg, but the Sudan is holding my hand.
“Ahhh! I’ve seen it, I’ve had a good time, I’ve had a good time, I’ve had a good time. The fairies playing piano at New Year’s Eve! I’m sorry.
“My friend, Autumn. * The Sudanese laughed and took a hand, and a few boys laughed up at me and said, “Thank you. I’m sorry.
I wish the bar was loud enough to hear you.
But when I heard the “Autumn Twilight”, I saw a thankgiving and raised my head.
They used to be so cold that they washed me up.
I saw him get up in the light.
“Autumn Sister, it’s Song Ro, call me Song”
“Dang Cho-chul”?
However, it was interrupted before it was finished.
If Song raised his head, saw the thank-you and looked so round, he didn’t talk.
I kept smiling, and he seemed to have a bit of a bad look on his face, and he looked down at me. The light of the bar light with that metal ear nail on its ears was full of greasy.
The first time I saw him on the gorgeous stairs, he was cold and tall, and then saw him as the beauty of a white shirt, and later in the library he was a little soft.
See you at this time at the lantern-green bar, which adds to the debauchery and wildness.
He was all black and I was wearing a white dress.
It’s like a silent stand-off in which there’s an unusual atmosphere in the air and a bar full of obscurities.
He smiled all of a sudden, even though it wasn’t true.
“It’s a coincidence. * He bends his eyes down until he looks at me *
I saw a light face in his beautiful ink eyelids that was alien to the surroundings, it was me.
My heart began to beat uncontrollably, even with a cheek on it.
If Song heard him say that, he would be shocked.
“Well, it’s a coincidence,” I took care of the long, long black hair, and laughed at him and said, “Brother.” I’m sorry.
It seemed quiet in the box for a moment, but the music was still noisy.
The Sudan blinked and seemed to remember that I met with a thank-you on the way to school at the beginning of school, and that it was the same boldness to shout “brother.”
She immediately got up and slipped to her brother.
She seems to have picked her eyebrow somewhat, laughed, stopped talking and turned back to his seat.
The box was quiet again, and a few strange faces swept my face.
What was that reaction? I was disturbed by the fact that I had a sip of sultan that was very sweet.
“Autumn Sister, I didn’t think you and Sheryl knew each other. If Song sits next to me and crosses his legs, he’s got a little gossip.
“What do you know?” I pretended to be stupid.
“You look like you’re late, and the necklace on your neck is also… I thought he was coming for your contact. Who knows what you called your brother, Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. That was a shock.” He came near me and downed me with a smile, and said, “Who dares to call brother Sherei?” I’m sorry.
I was keenly aware of what was wrong with him.
“It’s late. Who?”
He was surprised to pick up his cell phone and turn over his album, and he said, “I’ve known her for a few years, he’s lived in F-town before, and then he’s here with his mother. I’m sorry.
I saw that picture, a young girl with a very gentle eyebrow, long white skirt, a necklace on her neck and a very similar to this one that she gave me. It’s just that she’s a fish and mine is a bird.
I stopped.
The colour of this photograph has struck me as reminiscent of what I had seen in front of Shelley’s room, which was not in line with his black and white room.
“He used to live in Ftown. When his father died, his mother decided to move, to take all his property, and to start a new life in Stown. He came to S-City all the time, ran back to F-City and lived with his grandfather, and later met late. I’m sorry.
He said it in my ear.
I’m listening to you.
“The lateness was three years older than he was, and he came to Stown with the lateness, and I met him at the same time. ‘Cause I played a little late, and the kid at Shelly came up and punched me in the chin. I’m not good at fighting for beauty. He laughed and touched his chin, like remembering the wounds.
“and then went back to town F, suffering from depression. Like family problems or something. Anyway, she blames herself, thinks it’s his bad energy that’s passed on to him and does her best. He used to smoke all the time. We couldn’t convince him. But the final song ended with suicide. It was said that when the news came to her, she was as mad as she was, and went to F-town in the rain, and came back in cold. I’m sorry.
When Song said that, he kept his voice down. I said in my ear that I saw the rest of the people in the box staring at us.
I got a good look at the picture on that phone screen.
The eyebrows are a little bit like me, but they’re completely different.
She’s a little blue, soft. I’m also gentle and smiling on the surface, but my sharpness is hidden from the outside. Only those shiny eyes.
I suddenly had the urge to cry and stood up and wanted to leave.
“Ah, Autumn Sister,” but Song, who took my hand and laughed a little bit, said, “I love you. I’m sorry.
I walked out of the bar to go home and found my coat in the box.
It’s a little cold at night, but I really don’t want to stay.
There’s a lot of footage in your head. When I first came to Fan’s house, I saw a beautiful picture at his bed that was alien to his room, a picture of the school altar where she had chosen white roses, a voice that sounded like he cried in the cemetery, and an eye that did not belong to him.
It wasn’t me. It was all someone else.
The colder I think, the more I start to shake. The heart seems to be freezing.
When he pulled out his cell phone and tried to take a cab home, he was suddenly winded up in a fur coat and put it on my shoulder.
I looked back, and I saw Shelby’s face, the bottom line was perfect, beautiful and sexy m lips.
Together. He says:
I would like to say no, but with open mouths and nothing, there is only some reluctance to nod and a straight line of lips.
After three or four minutes, the car arrived.
When I was in the cab, the thankgiving sitting next to me suddenly lifted my long hair.
I hit my neck, I couldn’t help it.
“It’s beautiful. He said with a very nice voice.
Last time I thought. So I smiled and noded and said, “Thank you, brother.” I’m sorry.
When I got home, I gave the white dress to the bottom of the closet, and the necklace was removed and put in the expensive little box and thrown into the drawer.
I’m ready to never come out again.
Ending the tangle, ending the damage in time, re-doing the acetate, and swallowing the blood even when my heart is stinging.
After a few months, the final examination is getting closer.
I’ll leave the country after my first year of freshman year, Singapore, I’ve always wanted to go.
Mom used to play there.
This is what Tang-hyun promised me. I took care of the study-at-school assessment and the application.
One day Song sent me a message.
He said, ‘Autumn, come out to play, and I will take you to the party.’
He’s been like this since he met. I’m used to saying no.
I said, “I’m sorry, I’m going to take the exam next week, and I’m going to study today…
SONG ROU: No, you have to come today. It’s a party.
I’d like to get rid of it, but anyway, Song would insist that I go with him to this party, and he’s involved with Sudan.
I have to promise.
This time it was a Klein blue dress, which was long and short, right above the knee, with blue-collar earplugs and collars, and a thicker makeup.
Blue is steady and clean. It’s better for me than the first purified dress.
There’s been guys looking for me at the party.
I’m just saying, “Sorry. I’m sorry.
If Song never left me, pour me some wine.
I tasted it, lips. It’s really good wine, sweet and exciting. But it didn’t seem like it was too much, and it didn’t feel like it was a juice to a cocktail, and it didn’t come to me until I had a whole cup.
Finally, Song had his driver send me back.
I was drunk and dizzy and didn’t even realize he was leaving without asking for my address.
Upon going up the stairs, the door on the second floor was opened and the roof was confused.
Seeing a man sitting there drinking on his head. I couldn’t help but get close, but I found a thank you.
He’s actually drinking. There’s a lot of bottles under your feet. I think it’s like wine.
He saw me too. “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
“Why are you drunk? I went up and asked, “It’s a heavy nose, it’s like crying, it’s just a little dizzy.
I’m really drunk, and I never ask a person that stubbornly, and I’m less likely to hold a person’s sleeve and speak with red eyes.
He saw me like this, and he knew I was probably drunk and turned my head slowly towards the night.
“To the needy.” He murmured.
I seem to have seen for a moment in his far-off eyes the tenderness and thoughts that are indissoluble.
And that moment my heart was shaking, and I was shaking.
The warm light on the ceiling was plating on his face, drawing clearly the contours of his beautiful jaw, and his hair was blown up by the breeze, and his eyebrows turned soft in the night.
I remembered my mother at that moment, as she had seen far away, with anticipation and tenderness in her eyes.
That was when I was little. She wasn’t sick when. Don’t lose his job.
Once upon a time I had a normal family and felt warm.
Look at his side of the face, I just opened my mouth, and that was a murmur.
“I like you. I’m sorry.
Back in the quiet night sky.
The wind blows, my long hair flies.
He passed over his face, looked down at me, and we looked at him for a long time, and then he smiled.
“Well, let me see one and I’ll promise to be with you. I’m sorry.
I listened and blinked and understood what he meant.
The whole man was struck by lightning, he looked pale, and he woke up a lot.
Why would I say that when I’m drunk?
He would have been so gentle to me because I cried too late.
I looked at that picture, and the eyebrows were like 50 or 6, and the style was very different.
But when it’s fragile, it’s probably similar.
So he looked at me like he saw another gentle figure through me, and he was so softly immersed in it three points, and lost the old twilight and the elastic.
He knew the difference between me and the late music, but he was willing to do his best to make it more like it.
Turns out I’m just a double, and, sadly, the double can never go beyond it, because the original is gone forever.
I hate itchy teeth. I’m in shock.
After that night, it seemed that both of us were in a state of condensation, silently speaking to each other, and no more greeting at school.
However, when he looked at me, I saw in his eyes an inexplicable emotion, which was far from clear.
When I look at him, I try to suppress the complex emotions that hate and become obsessed.
It’s okay. I’ll be out of the country in half a month.
Who knows he suddenly came back that weekend in front of my door.
“Dang Chow-chul, let’s talk. He says:
I tried to back off, but he grabbed my hand.
We have to nod our heads.
He pulled me on the roof.
I haven’t been to this roof since that night.
As I stood up, I turned my eyes and laughed, “What’s wrong with my brother?” I’m sorry.
He may not have thought that I could still dress up, wrinkled, and said, “Autumn, you don’t have to do this.” I’m sorry.
“Oh? Well, then, brother, how do I fit? Should I be gentler, better to spread my hair? ”I’m still that tone, just the hint.
Some of them are cute, and they’re very subtle.
I can act like I don’t hate it. I’m so good at this. It’s just the happier the smile, the more angry I see him.
He seems a little upset, holding my hand tight.
I’m laughing in my heart, trying to make me learn the song late.
Hunter wants me to be a rabbit, I’m a fox.
Whoever calls him too careless, and when I almost got caught, I will never come near that trap again.
The atmosphere in the air is a bit strung and his cold face looks like he’s looking at me.
Who knew he was laughing.
I was shaking my head with it, and the metal was nailed to the sun.
“Autumn, three more days is my 20th birthday,” he said, “Come with me.” I’m sorry.
I was just going to say no, and he leaned down, and he approached me, and he whispered in my ear, “If I don’t go, I’ll go out.” Fan Ying’s busy lately. You want to be a good girl? I’m sorry.
On his birthday, I chose a little black dress, but it’s very strong. It’s completely impossible to have a similar style. It doesn’t match white roses.
I’m satisfied.
I thought he was having a birthday party, a lot of parties.
Who knew the address of the hotel he sent and found him alone.
In the moonlight, there is a long table of roses and fine fruit platters, like candlelight dinner.
I tried not to lose the smile of my mouth, to look at the thankgiving on the other side of the table, and he was dressed in a formal fashion, with all the chivalry and coolness, 19-year-olds, mixed with the two charisma of a teenager and a man, and had all the girls in a handsome, soft-legged face.
I can imagine what he looks like a few years later.
“You’re here. He says:
He seems to be smiling.
I just want to finish this dinner in half an hour and go back because I’m afraid I can’t help myself.
Like crying in front of him or something.
Heartbreak can be, you can hide yourself, or anger can be, not in the face.
I thought it would be a very good meal.
At half, he suddenly called the waiter to pour.
“I can’t get drunk back there. “I frowned and said,
He looked at me, and he seemed to laugh, and he said, “Well, I drink.” I’m sorry.
“I remember you liked this cream cake. He put a plate of cake in front of me, looked at me, and he seemed to have some expectation.
If it had been three months ago, I would have been pissed off by his eyes.
It’s just that right now, my heart’s cold, there’s nothing but unbridled disappointment and hatred.
As usual, I blinked, blinked, and bit a cream cake, “Wow, thank you, brother, it’s delicious.” I’m sorry.
He’s been holding his hand and pouring himself a drink.
I don’t care what he’s feeling right now, whether he’s sad or not, it’s none of my business to laugh and eat the cake.
There was a pyrotechnic fire in the sky, which was suddenly dark and heavy, and then a pyrotechnic pyrotechnic in the night.
I kind of looked up.
He’s putting fireworks on himself?
He grabbed my hand before I could get past God.
Autumn, stay with me. He says:
I got scared and then I pulled my hand in a panic.
“Thank you, brother.” But I don’t like white dress. I’m sorry.
He also stood up and grabbed my hand in two steps, with great power, and I almost got dragged into my arms.
“Dang Chow-chul, I don’t like white dress. I’m sorry.
He seemed drunk and said something like that, but he said it before I heard it. I’m sorry.
This sentence even brings with it a bit of frustration, which appears to be particularly tempting in the pyrotechnics.
I was stunned.
I didn’t remember how young I was when I held my mother.
“Don’t leave me, Mom. I said:
She smiled softly and said, “Don’t leave, baby, I love you.” I’m sorry.
She left, didn’t she? That’s why it hurts so bad. How many times do you remember her voice and cry?
I think of that image as suffocating, but I’m used to it.
After all, thank you for doing the same to me.
He lied to me, and he did not keep lying, and made me show his true heart, and poured on it a pot of cold, cold water.
There was no increase in my face, but it was a pick-up, a cold heart, and a way of revenge.
Turn around slowly and hold him.
“I’m not leaving, thank you. I’m sorry.
Very gentle voice. It’s the first time since that day that I’ve tried to mimic music.
He seemed to croak and buried his head on my shoulder.
Isn’t that how he likes to comfort him? Give him hope.
So thank you, I now embrace you and comfort you. I’m poisoning you. I’ll give you your thirsty tenderness and tell you it’s fake.
That’s revenge.
Because I’m leaving soon.
On that day, he was drunk, and removed from his cover, and he faded away from him, and his eyes were dazzled, as though he were going to carve me in the background.
I’ve got a little bit of a pain in my heart, I don’t know if it’s a pain or a pain, and I think it’s probably a pity for me.
I asked for a car to take him back to Van’s villa, where he was drunk, and I just tried to throw him back to his room on the couch, where he was suddenly caught by one of his hands.
“Give me the piano. I’m sorry.
I just refused, but I saw his wet eyes.
It’s a little red at the end of the eye.
It’s very seductive. Nobody’s refusing. And I laughed, and said, “Strengthen this deception.” I’m sorry.
A smooth, smooth melody rings in an empty, quiet villa, the prelude to Mendelson’s summer night’s afternoon dream.
I saw a bit of demented madness in the eyes of the thanksgiving.
You’re so obsessed with this face, even if I wear a black dress today?
I’m laughing in my heart and I have to get up and walk when I’m done.
Suddenly he grabbed me with one hand, held me around the table, held me around the waist, held me in the other hand at the back of my head, and fell down with a kiss with a twilight.
He’s got a big kiss.
I can’t stand it, I lose it in a round, and my biological tears are on my eyes.
And he said in my ear: “Autumn, I want to keep you in my house alone and watch you play every day.” I’m sorry.
I turned my back and smiled, and my hands around his neck, and I said, “Thank you, are you a canary that imitates or do not listen?” I’m sorry.
He made a big deal and his eyes flashed through the gruesome edges and then turned soft.
“I like you, canary or bird. I’m sorry.
He lifted up my hand and kissed me gently on the back of my white hand, like a gentleman among the devils.
And We looked down at him, and when he kissed him, he dazzled all that was around him, except piety and devotion.
It’s like kissing me to find faith, just who it is, and I don’t know.
I smiled and kissed him and cried.
Too bad I’m not a canary or a white-eyed wolf.
I left the country a few days later.
Before I left, I told Sudan and Song Roo to study in Singapore.
The Sudan cried, and Song did not say much, but lamented: “Well, my lovely Autumn sister is going to be cheap to the men abroad.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “There will be a chance to come back later. Keep in touch. I’m sorry.
“Ah, sister of Autumn,” he pulled me up and said, “I will ask you to come to my party one day. It is a day of death.” I’m sorry.
I looked down, I didn’t see Song Roo.
I heard him go on and say, “In fact, I think thanksgiving has come out. Autumn, maybe he needs you, not like you. Anyway, he definitely needs you. I’m sorry.
The day I left, I was standing in the big glass of the airport and looking away.
Grateful is the warmest and most profound memory of this city, and perhaps it will never be able to meet someone who is so moving.
Just I won’t be late, let alone be her.
Walking away from this and forgetting the city and the white rose.
In Singapore, I spent three full years. I’ve been familiar with it for a whole year.
I changed my cell phone number, and all my friends had deleted it before, leaving only Sudanese calls and occasional contacts.
Even Tang-hyun doesn’t know how to find me, he’s just making money in Kari and sending me messages from the landlord of the apartment I rented.
I ended up in business, studying finance at Singapore’s top 10 business schools.
One day I went through the residential building where I rented it and suddenly saw a small flower shop on the side of the road.
The doorway to the florist is a bunch of white roses with water on it, and with those beautiful daisies and tulips, it’s clean.
I remembered the white rose.
And reason brought me back to me, and I told myself in my heart: Don Chiu-chul, wake up. That white rose is fake, not for you.
But I left the city and I didn’t forget him.
I always remember, in my midnight dream, the tenderness with which I had been greeted, his clean and clear eyes, his incompetent, but gentle.
And loathing became repeated blunt pains, and it had a very good name, and I denied it, but it was in my heart. It’s called missing.
Even every boy who passes on his shoulder looks like he met at first sight in the school garden.
Even if it were ruthless, it would be better than a false love.
Three years later, when I graduated from college and stood on the podium of the auditorium with my diploma to speak as a lifetime representative, I lost a moment.
These three years have been like a dream, and I have come, as I wish, from the mud to a new place, to forget all the memories of the past, the good and the bad, to escape the old dream rather than to enter a new life.
But where do I go after graduation?
Maybe I woke up and I had to face it.
So I went back to my country on the anniversary of Mom’s death.
I called Sudan, and she came to the airport with Song Ro.
They’re together. With hands in a couple’s dress, the eyes of each other are vague.
“You’re back! I felt it when I was hugged by the Sultan at the airport.
Yes, I’m back.
Pure white, quiet cemetery.
I crouched down and put flowers in front of Mom’s tablet.
“Sorry, Mom. I haven’t seen you in three years. I whispered.
I spent a lot of time with my mother, telling stories about me after I left the country, about the surprises of renting a house, about the university in Singapore, about the boys who told me, and about the professional credentials. Many companies value this, and soon I’ll be in the community.
It’s like I’m back three years ago with the seemingly naive and well-behaved Don Chiu.
Get up that moment, breeze.
And We raised our heads, but beholded the side of the grave, a tall figure.
Some are thinner, their skin is white and their faces are perfect, as he was three years ago, but he is more gloomy than then.
Thank you.
Three years missing thanks.
The moment when he saw me, he looked with joy and strong excitement, but the next moment was like a rain-blowing fire, in exchange for a strong desire and a mad rage. It’s as if they’ve found their prey, and it’s like they’re ferocious.
I’m not moving under my feet.
When I left three years ago, I gave him a hard revenge. When we meet again, I can imagine how terrible the waves are in his heart.
So We took the lips, and showed a smile like three years ago.
“Thank you. Long time no see. I’m sorry.
I told him with my mouth.
Then I saw him marching towards me.
I stunned myself for a moment, remembering that he had bumped into me by accident in a bar, and that he had come to me with such great steps and firm steps.
Come closer.
“Dang Chow-chul. I’m sorry.
The same call.
I looked up and looked at him, and saw in his eyes an undiscovered complaint, and he almost laughed at him, and said, “Long time gone.” Let’s eat together, shall we?”
I don’t think I can say no. He’s obviously crouching on me.
High-quality restaurants, expensive foods. He pours wine for me like a gentleman.
“How have you been these years? “I started with a smile, like talking to my old classmates.
He didn’t talk, he looked at me, and then laughed.
“Forgetting the family business started on its own, such an inspirational story. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything, sip a glass of wine, drop my eyes.
Three years later, it seemed as if the gift was childish. It’s like a kid who’s in a mood.
And then he started pouring on me and pouring himself a lot.
I’m thinking of ending it with a few sips, and after all, the meal itself is not what I wanted.
Do you know how I’ve been here for three years? He suddenly touched my face and his voice was a little dumb.
I can’t say a word, but I laugh at myself and lie down on the table and pretend to be deaf.
He tried to make me drink and he cried.
Turns out he’s been waiting for me for three years every year to come to town F.
In the past, the young man was completely different.
All of a sudden, he changed his tone, through the worst.
“You’ll come back if you leave or you won’t be able to break your legs.” I’m sorry.
When he threw him in the car and carried him back to the villa, my whole body fell apart.
He handcuffed my feet to the wall, chained long enough to allow me to walk in the bedroom, but just enough to get to the door of that bedroom to stop walking.
He slapped me in the face and smiled, and said, “Autumn, stay here.” I’m sorry.
And I thought, “Well, that’s great.”
But there’s nothing to say.
I took the initiative to get mad and didn’t try to get revenge. You can’t play with feelings.
“Do you think you can escape?” He looked down at me, and his lips were light, and asked with some mockery and jokes.
It is a gruesome cynicism, but I see the pitiful. He pretends to be careless, to be careless, but in fact he tries again and again.
But I have no pity for him. I hate to bite my teeth because I remember what he did to me.
It was when I was so poor that he gave me tenderness and made me think that at last someone had been nice to me, decorated, and stopped trying.
So I was totally hurt, and I didn’t slow down for three years.
When Sherby’s body slowly approached and was about to fall down, I bit him hard on his shoulder.
Without mercy, it seems as if the hatred that has accumulated in my heart over the years will be unleashed.
And he stood still and looked at me for a moment, as if he had been dismayed by the ink-colored hatred in my eyes.
He asked me before he stunned me, “Do I know how he got here these years?”
I was drunk, but I’d like to say thank you. Do you know how I’ve been here for years?
He didn’t say anything until I finished, until he had a blood bite on his shoulder, and I didn’t let go. He got up from me, dressed, left my room without saying anything.
I licked his blood on my lips and melted it.
I thought I’d be locked up like this forever.
Who knows that on the 22nd birthday of the canary, he came to my room and sat on my bed without saying anything.
These days I have become accustomed to him, and there is no resistance, but my heart is as moved as before, and I despise myself.
He’s drunk.
Thank you for hugging me, a 24-year-old young man with his head covered in my shoulder. “Autumn, don’t leave me, I can’t afford your refusal.” I’m sorry.
My heart is shaking.
He spoke of Autumn, not late, even though he was now drunk and should have spoken to the person he loved most, and he called out my name.
No one loved him, like nobody loved me once.
I’m desperate, I’ve done everything I can to make a deal with Don and get out of the mud.
But thank you. And We said to him that he would not go, that he would have a little hope in the mud of the sky, and that he would use his poor hope to break his heart.
Indefatigable gifts have also become vulnerable and vulnerable.
So my revenge was successful and he spent three years in pain.
Isn’t this the only place I’ve ever had before?
Even if the sun rises tomorrow, even if it is just a dream, I will grieve that I have lost my sense of reason and my heart, and I will give my heart to this moment.
As if I was 17 years old again. Heated and sensitive, willing to die for love, without losing anything.
I whispered, “Well, I’m not leaving. I’m sorry.
“Stop pretending, liar.” He said.
“Really. And I held his face, and made him look at me, and I said, “Thank you, tell you a secret, and when I didn’t laugh, I was telling the truth.” I’m sorry.
He had a moment of starlight in his eyes.
My heart was shaking, and I leaned down and kissed him.
In the air, it became hot, and I reached out and touched his cheek, a wet liquid.
“Are you crying?” I asked.
He buried his head in my neck, and I didn’t speak, but I felt a bit of stale.
I’m holding him tight in turn.
Then he said, “Autumn, you were free to leave, and you were locked up, and I was the prisoner.” You know, I never liked being late. I just felt guilty for her. I’m sorry.
His voice was so squeaky, I touched his hair and thought, yes, it was revenge.
The night sky outside the window was thick, and the candles warmed the house, and the night was full of joy.
Turns out he likes me.
Yeah, well, it’s been a long time.
We’ll be each other’s prisoners and tame each other.
Until now I knew I wasn’t a late double.
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