The Dutch Chronicle.
Blessed wife: the road of ancient clouds
When I was a Quiahu Hong in the Green House, only a handsome student taught me to be me. He said he admired me and gave me everything. And when he was silent, and We waited ten years for him, then waited for him and for the first of them was a beautiful woman.
My mother was the famous Qai Ha Yujin of Inchuan, and after she died, the business in the red house collapsed.
She won’t let me cry and spend a lot of money teaching me how to draw and dance.
I’m not allowed to see anything that’s going on in the Green House, except for one time when I couldn’t stand to go to a mass grave when I was 14 years old, when my mother sent someone to get me back, and I didn’t listen, so I spent a day in the wine pool of the Red House.
My best aunt, Mei-hyang, is in her formal clothes, shivering under the body of a beggar, and obscenity.
When she looked at me, she smiled more beautifully and turned her back on me.
And his mother will fancied me, whispering in my ear, “Do you see Red, that’s what men are like, and when they have money, they will have fun, and if they have no money, they will be happy.” I’m sorry.
I have always been quieter and more silent when I heard her.
The aunts of this redhouse don’t take care of my emotions when they think about my hours, and most of the time they don’t lie, much less lie, except in front of money.
My mother would stop me when she was humiliated under men.
“Hey, don’t go. You’re a fucking man. I’m sorry.
And a better aunt looked at her earlier, and she was a child. You were evil. I’m sorry.
And Aunt Mayhian will look at me with a smile on the second floor of the fence: “How? Early adaptation is better than later despair. I’m sorry.
And I would cry and tell my mother, but my mother would touch my hair and say, “What is it? Aunt Mei-hyang is telling the truth. Little Hong should not be angry with this. I’m sorry.
I was scared to step back and tripped on the steps, and my mother was laughing like a baby, and I wanted to run, and I did.
When I was young, I thought my mother would come after me, deliberately slowing down, but I heard her stop her girl: “No need to go after her, she will understand.” I’m sorry.
And slowly, I grew up with this kind of calmness, and even with this “sweetness,” I didn’t cry, as if I wasn’t there.
And the mother was satisfied with that, and I was photographed on the shoulder of the people around me, and I was taken back to my place, quiet and fragrance, and then I looked in the mirror, day after day, and beautiful and without soul.
The day before my 16th-year-old bar mitzvah, my mother asked me to strangle her shoulder, and she smiled and said, “Hey, Red, guess how old is your mother this year?” I’m sorry.
My mother and I have been asking me to call her “mother” ever since she died.
I’m not very good at lying: ’30s. I’m sorry.
“It’s good,” she’s like, she’s so happy, she’s bending her eyelids, “It’s already five out of 30, and Red guesses so well.” I’m sorry.
I squeezed her shoulder in silence, but this time I closed my eyes to my mother, and I said, “I’m old and I won’t want her to…”
But she said nothing.
Because my position is so different from that of my aunts in the Green House, they’ll still let me go and beg for help.
Unfortunately, they still do not understand the nature of their mother, who is a pure businessman who spends her life only for money, so I turned down.
Aunt Mei-heung used to laugh at them, saying that they were being sold into the Ei-Ring Building and had a choice.
One of the aunts said, “Yeah, it’s all a man’s life, but why does anyone always want to climb Red to be her dog’s leg? I’m sorry.
Mae-hyang, instead of being angry and laughing, came over and kissed me in the face: “I can do anything for Red if she wants.” I’m sorry.
I pushed Aunt Mei-hyun away, and I didn’t help them, and I think Aunt Mei-hyun was right, and we didn’t have a choice in this red house.
My 16-year-old bar mitzvah, who looked like his mother, was really happy that day, gave me a very neat dress for a day.
This means that after the bar mitzvah, I will dance on the stage of the Eucclesiastical House, waiting for men to choose and lead an endless life like other aunts.
Before leaving, she and her mother took special leave for Aunt Mei, and she smiled and said to me, “Ring, Mei-hsiang has such good fortune because of you, bring her back some strange things. I’m sorry.
Aunt Mei-hyun smiled at me, and I understand that this is a threat to me and that I’m not going back, and Aunt Mei-hyun is gone.
I wanted to go to a mass grave, but there was a heavy rain on the road, as if I had lost my way in a wilderness, met an old man with a fairy tale, dressed in a tuxedo, and said to me, “There’s a temple on the left side of the road to hide from the rain.” I’m sorry.
Before I finished, I disappeared in the rain, and I realized I had met a fairy.
It was I who hid in the temple, as he said, with a high pile of grass, above which was a high Buddha statue.
And the Buddha saw a man with a wide shoulder facing me, and systematically treated a man of purple colours above the earth, as if he had heard it, and turned back, and stood still, helpless.
However, a very handsome face appears, with a high nose, a deep eye, and a fine body: “What are you looking at? I’m sorry.
That’s when I realized I’m a man now.
The rain outside the window was getting worse, and I looked at it with two eyes and said, “Looking at you for help.” I’m sorry.
However, in a moment of great collapse, I was unable to react and was easily dragged into the arms of men, and my consciousness was closed and my body was sweating, and I could not stop shaking in his arms.
“It’s all right, don’t be afraid, it’s just a broken temple beam.” I’m sorry.
And I opened my eyes and saw the falling tile pouring down a little rain, and I was still in his arms, and a fragrance fell into the nasal cavity, unlike the man of the lush.
The lukewarm building…
I was far away and my voice was shaking: “Thank you very much. I’m sorry.
Brother Song. I’m sorry.
The man who woke up in a coma on the ground made a sound, and Song Hung fell down and touched his pulse, rubbing his forehead with his finger and whispering “it’s okay”. And his white robe fell upon the earth with some rain, and his eyes were not blinked, and he cut the dirty piece with a dagger.
I don’t look at my clothes, and I’m already covered in dirt in my robe.
There was still no trend to stop the rain outside, and Song Hong had set fire to the house with grass, and many of the books on the ground were humid by the rain, and I watched them all around the fire.
The fire dazzled the cheeks of Song Hong, and showed a small mole in his nostrils, so his nostrils were raised, and the light of the fire subsided, and now looks like a fairy face, which is more expensive.
And the men on the side of him, Suh Yew, who spoke and talked, talked, talked about the government and criticized the great powers, stopped looking at me for a moment and asked me what to think, and I shook my head and didn’t understand.
Until then, they said that there was a lot of prostitution.
I fell off my eyelids in flames, and Xu Yiu’s voice was put in place, and I said, “Have you ever been there?” I’m sorry.
Naturally it was where I grew up, and We took the grass, and then We put on the red fire, one by one, and it was a little dark in my eyes.
“No, “Song Hong-hyun is about to burn the grass in my hand, blow it out, drop a small ash on the ground, whispering, “I have a thing for cleaning.” I’m sorry.
I look at the past.
Song Hong Jing has noticed that the sight has fallen: “What? I’m sorry.
I blinked and showed him some muddy long sleeves and pants feet: “I didn’t.” I’m sorry.
It’s amazing how you get used to it.
Yeah.
Neither can I.
“It is normal for Song to have a sanctuaries of purity, but many of the women in it have been forced to do so, and it is true that so far in the development of the business, there is a need for someone to clean up, and the prosperity of prostitutes does not mean that they should exist. I’m sorry.
Song Hong has a soft “um” voice.
It seems to have ended here, and suddenly it was quiet, and nothing but the grass and wood splattered in the fire, so I turned to the subject, and I said, “Are you going to come to Kyoto? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, halfway through River River. Is the girl local? I’m sorry.
And I looked to Seo-woo, and he laughed, and even with Song-hong’s eyes was smiling, as if I had pierced a very light veil with my fingertips, and could see it from the beginning to the end.
“I grew up in Iikawa. I’m sorry.
As the rain went on and on the outside, Tsui looked at the sky and lamented: “It seems that it will take tomorrow to get to Iikawa.” I’m sorry.
Tomorrow…
It was hard for me to panic, to stand up and look around the dark, to see that the far-off kiosks were guards sent by my mother.
As soon as I saw him and looked at him, I laid down my heart in secret, knowing that there were excuses and that the mother would not blame her, but that we would wait for tomorrow.
It’s just a pity for the last day of freedom.
“Girl,” looks at me, and it’s like, “What’s so funny about Iikawa, we’re in Iikawa for a month, we can’t just study. I’m sorry.
Song Hong-hyun also looked at me, but I had never been to a place other than a mass grave…
It’s been too long, and I’m a little overwhelmed to say, “…the lukewarm building? I’m sorry.
The air is silent again.
As Xu Yiu’s eyes had not yet been lifted, I was in a bit of a state of confusion, and I was just trying to give them a new place to say, “The shadow of Song Hong has appeared in front of him, and he naturally blocked him and brought me in.”
“Don’t stand there too long. I’m sorry.
Seo-wook touched his nose and laughed, and then came out of his bag with a couple of cool cakes and gave us a penny.
I roasted around the fire, and my heart bit on it, and a fine piece of fragrance appeared in the next line of sight, and my eyelids trembled, and I looked at Song Hong, “Come on, I bought some yesterday at the bakery.” I’m sorry.
The larynx is running out of water, and the cakes in your hands are a little boring.
And Xu Yiu smiled and said, “Song’s sweetest brother is so sweet that she’ll give it to others, and she’s so lucky. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, but I don’t like to eat it.” I’m sorry.
Song Hong Jing looked me in the eye and said nothing.
Song Hong made three grass beds at night, and I was on the inside, and they were all out there, looking like they surrounded me, but not close, not far away.
The mosquitoes of the summer were the most gnawing, and I lay on the grass bed, looking at the Buddha’s statue, and I was not asleep for a long time, because I knew that Song Hong-eun on my side was going to be given me, and I knew that he had a thing of cleanliness, so I was careful to keep the child on the mat as far as I could.
And with Song Hong’s side, he breathed calmly, and his thick eyelashes filled this beautiful face with cold under the moonlight.
Suh Yeo snored in his sleep.
It’s the first time that I’ve seen two men of such good taste who know I’m a daughter and will not do anything to me…
I was distracted by the sound of the mouse squeaking in the quiet of the night, and I sat up against the wall and saw the mouse soon going to step on the covers of Song Hong-eun, and to be held in my arms.
The rats squeaked away and then smelled and pointed their target at Song Hong, who had a parcel of fragrance.
I am afraid of rats, but I think of Seo-woo, who said that this is the pastry that Song Hong had deliberately bought, and that he is not taking a deep breath at this moment and will be held in his arms, one step at a time near the package of Song Hong-mind.
The arms that were close to the package were shaking, and heard him whispering, “How can you not remember waking me up in fear? I’m sorry.
And the next of them fell on the mat of the shadow of Song, and under the moon was a clear-cut face, cold and clean.
“I didn’t think I’d be able to do it.” I’m sorry.
So I saw my face wrong, so Song Hong-hyun lifted the covers in my arms from me, and I saw the horns fall on the ground, and I swung my eyebrows, and the subconscious was picked up.
Soong Hong’s voice is very bleak: “Take care of yourself first. I’m sorry.
I’m holding on to my pulse and my eyebrows are locked in the shadow of Song Hong, who is so afraid of rats. I’m sorry.
The skin touch on the wrist is still clear, and at this point he looks in his eyes, he doesn’t feel like swallowing, and he doesn’t say anything.
When Song Hong’s eyes were slowly moving, he pressed my head softly, but accidentally touched my hairline, and the moon turned and fell and appeared before him.
And he choked, “You.”
I’ve always said, “The most poignant of all flowers.”
That’s my mother.
Because blood is like her, silk is like waterfall, so I can grow up without being tortured to death by an adult with a special passion.
In the year of bean bean bean, only 14 years old.
But I often pessimise that I may not be her after.
It was only for a moment that Song Hong lost his shadow under the night, and I just stung his hair, and his hands were empty, his throat was rolling and he looked at me.
And in the shadows of the shadows, the sound of the summer was ringing, and the rain came to an end, and We dipped on our backs and laid down against Song.
“What’s your name?” I’m sorry.
I’m not trying to hide it from him.
“Hold red. I’m sorry.
Mother hoped I’d never lose, Red.
On the second day, Xu Yiu took me to Iikawa, where all three of us were dressed as men and dressed well, with a lot of sight.
Behind you are guards sent by Mother.
I feel like I’m lost in a gruesome street, but Song Hong Shaun really likes sweet food and buys many more pastries in the bakery, some of which I’ve always seen in the E-Red.
It’s getting cold today, the street vendors are screaming, Seo Yoo’s tired, and I’m looking around, and I’m looking at it.
“Here you go. I’m sorry.
I shake my head: “Thank you, I don’t eat these. I’m sorry.
Why?
“Because the teeth are not good.” I’m sorry.
However, his subconscious, who traveled between my lips, seemed to be real, and I couldn’t stand it, moved my eyes and looked elsewhere, but he happened to see the guards of his mother, and he made a gesture to me to go home at the latest at night, and I did a little nod to make myself clear.
Suh Yeo came from the shop and complained, “When can we go to the inn and sleep last night with sore backs and tired.” I’m sorry.
“Now.” I’m sorry.
Suh-Yu laughed and bit the sugar cucumber, and then he smiled and asked me, “Where is the girl’s house? We can take you home first. I’m sorry.
Song Hong’s eyes were lightened.
“I’ll be back when I get back. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say much, they didn’t ask. They just walked through many places and heard from many of the population that the Eu-Ring House had recently come up with a new curator, who looked like a better dancer than Ha Yu.
I’m supposed to be the one who set me up.
And as they passed through the Piper’s Lane, they saw beggars kneeling down and begging for forgiveness. They were drowsy, and demanded money from those who passed.
And Xu Yiu stopped, and I did not have to stop, and saw Song Hong-Jun and Seo-Yu take out a few silver coins from the purse in order to give.
And We stopped them: “No. I’m sorry.
And the beggars looked at me in the eyes, and the Shadow of Song stood in my way, and We bowed down behind him and dragged his cuffs gently and said, “No!”
Many of them I’ve seen in the E-Red House, among them beggars who spit on Aunt Mei.
I don’t know.
At the inn at noon, Seo-Yu smiled and said, “The girl is right not to give, and I see the hand of the money that we give them, they show up and they shouldn’t have given it. I’m sorry.
“No, they are dirty.” I’m sorry.
The aunts in the Eu Red House always say they’re dirty, no…
Listen, all of them.
Soong-Hun said nothing, but that it was the air, that the long arm pushed the window out, and I turned back and realized that the other side was the Red House, which was the most quiet place, and that the desire would burn at night.
I’m home already.
Song Hong-hyun’s family is at this inn, and I know that his son is a regular guest of the Ii Hong House.
Each time he spends a lot of money on a new one, he’s got a lot of money.
At night, I bought a lot of little things in the street, a lot of drums, a lot of windmills, lots of kites.
“Does a girl have a child at home?” I’m sorry.
“No, I bought it. I’m sorry.
And then he ran to the next vase of china, and he was not tired of it, and Xu-Yo exaggerated with Song-hong behind me, saying that it was rare to have such a lively little girl with a child.
I didn’t give a damn. When I had another hour, I put a luxurious lamp on the side of the river, and two of them in parallel.
It was the first time I was so happy that I could jump up and jump until I saw my mother laughing at me from afar.
My feet are as heavy as lead.
Then Song Hung followed me to see: “What? I’m sorry.
I was squirming, “No, it’s time to go back. I’m sorry.
He said: “Where is it, we can send you, and if it is not too far away, I and Song and I can visit the girls often.” I’m sorry.
…you probably don’t want to go either.
But I said, “Really? I’m sorry.
They all nodded their heads, and when they walked until the fireworks calmed down, Aunt Mei had a bright eyes in front of the red house door, and they laughed at me.
“Ring, what’s good for Auntie? I’m sorry.
I thought, “It’s a dagger sold by the city’s west carpenter.” I’m sorry.
Song Hung and Seo Yeo were all stiff, and suddenly when I took from them what I had bought in the street and finally tried to take away the drums from Song Hung, he stepped up.
In the light of the moon, Song Hong looks pale, the handsome eye looks at me, and the sound is heavy: “Hen Hong, are you here in the service? I’m sorry.
The air was silent, and I was stiff, and I broke his fingers, and I couldn’t look them in the eye: “In fact, you heard me on the way.” I’m sorry.
“The new bouquet of the Ei-Ring Building. I’m sorry.
I guess I’m laughing too little rad. Nobody smiles.
Aunt Mei-hyun took two people around my neck: “Don’t look at us as beautiful as we are, but if you really want to see it, it’s not impossible to play songs for us tomorrow. I’m sorry.
And with a sudden change in his face: “You.”
I was trying to persuade him to hold his arm with Song Hung’s shadow on his side, and then his lips swung and looked at me, and his voice was a little dumb.
“Nothing. We’re interrupting. I’m sorry.
Mae-hyun snuffed: “How can you be a coward when you look good?” I’m sorry.
I thought of yesterday’s conversation and brought her into the building, the smell of which came out of the face, mixed with fat powder and the smell of animals, familiar and repugnant.
“He’s a blubbery, auntie, and there’s always someone who cares. I’m sorry.
Mae-hyang was shaking his fan and sighing.
The next day, I was surrounded by water, and in front of all the strange men, I was re-emerging my mother-in-law.
And then the veil came down, and a lot of people started to wonder.
And when I looked up, I saw a pair of ink-colored eyes, and remembering that he looked at me the day before yesterday, with a great face, and the face of Joo-yu, and he was embarrassed.
Mr. Song spent 500 gold on me in January.
It was late at night, when Song Hong-hyun was drinking in the house, and a girl sent me a little picture of the people, and I couldn’t say a word, and I was about to pick it up.
“He’s lucky to have something to look after. I’m sorry.
When your mother brought your clothes, she waved her hands away and laughed.
“Mei-hyang is always childish. Let’s take a look at Red’s clothes. I’m sorry.
It’s just a veil, there’s no more cover.
Aunt Mayhian is going to say something, and she laughs, “It’s a shame to think about this dress, but I remember something that happened to Red when she came to me. It’s a shame that you’re going to show up for her, but you’re going to have a scar on your back. I’m sorry.
My aunt and I were silent.
When I was 12, someone grabbed my arm and went to the house, and nobody helped me, and Aunt Mei-hyang stopped me.
As she said to her mother, her power in the E-Red House would spare her all, but she would not save Mei-heung.
What goes against her is not to block her livelihood.
“The red one will look good.” I’m sorry.
And now in my dwelling the red candle is shaking, and I learn from the book, and approach the Shadow of Song, and cast my eye on his handsome five, and lay down his next kiss upon his lips with no heart or feeling.
That’s when the senses zoom in, and I won’t do anything.
However, Song Hong’s voice is squeezing my wrist.
“Don’t you move. I’m sorry.
And We covered the lower lip, and waited for him to say something.
Yet he covered me for a long time, and he closed his eyes, and the moles of the candles were so high and soared with white and white skin, that they fell upon me, and I held them, and saw his hands shivering.
“It’s covered. I’m sorry.
Seeing his intentions, I covered him up and reminded him.
Song Hong had a soft “um” sound, and the twirling, i.e. the feathered eyelashes were blown by the wind, the light in the eyes was opened and the ears were red.
I did not dare to laugh, “Why is it that you have come to me after saying that you have a desire for purity and now do nothing to me?” I’m sorry.
I thought at least he’d have fun with jokes, but then there was a wind blowing out the window, and the single candle must have been blown out, and Song Hong must have looked at me: “If I don’t come today, I’ll regret it later, but I can’t let go of the girl.”
“Blessed by my admiration for you, it will take some time to believe.” I’m sorry.
And We stood still, and our lips were silent.
I admire…
“No dirty girl will be innocent this month in Iikawa, but his five officials are in the dark, and his eyes are bright, and their lips are blown up. “Is Red willing to return to the clouds after I leave? I’m sorry.
“Go back to my hometown. He adds:
I’ve lost my mind.
“…your home. I’m sorry.
“Well, if you want, it’ll be yours. I’m sorry.
The night passed until dawn, when Song Hong Shadow was gone. Aunt Mei-hyang brought me a hot meal. I ate twice in my heart, and she mentioned that a baby boy was born today.
I said, “Did you give it back?” I’m sorry.
She added porridge: “It’s only a girl who works, you know, for the butchers west of the city. It’s a good place to go.” I’m sorry.
It’s ironic, and here women are useless.
Aunt Mei-hyun smiled: “Do you remember the peach water that cut through the earth? I didn’t think her son had come to the girl at 14; she was so angry that she could not speak to the child. I’m sorry.
I said, “I’m just saying I’m so happy. I’m sorry.
In fact, the people in the E-Red House know better than the outsiders that, remembering Xu Yiu’s statement, the flourishing of prostitutes does not mean that they should exist.
But this town of Iwakawa has rotted from bottom to top to maggots.
The women of the city are scolded here, but there are often people who come to see the girl suffer. Aunt Mei-hyun is the rhyming, and Lame is.
And Iikawa is the border of industry, and when it comes to dealings, the merchants send women to please them.
Death and distress, but men do not do anything but be ordinary.
“Uncle, is the world really better out there than here? I’m sorry.
She smiled and blinked.
“If I had a chance, my aunt ran faster than anyone. I’m sorry.
I bended my lips and said nothing else.
On the second day, Song Hong-hyun brought cinnamon cake, with his white hands slowly pouring out cinnamon tea on the table, burning incense, and wearing clothes without wrinkles.
“Taste it, if it’s too sweet. I’m sorry.
Just wanted to say no.
He started his eyebrows and forced the snacks to my hand’s heart, and the fragrance of the radiant roses.
“It’s good to be happy. I’m sorry.
Song Hong was obsessed with me eating sweet food a few days ago, and the pastries of the day and night attracted moths in his stomach, his face was clear and his eyes were full of anticipation, as if he were looking at something rare.
I’ll try and bite.
There was an indescribable smell at the entrance, the fragrance of flowers and pastry, the improvisation of the entrance, and the thought of the day that the sugar bells had been confiscated by the mother and given to the girls in the Ei-hong building.
“Is it good? I’m sorry.
I didn’t deny it. Song Hung pushed pastries.
“As long as you don’t want to eat, it’s okay to eat. I’m sorry.
Then Song Hong Jing was a regular guest who liked to hear me play songs and read for him. He also told me about his family and said that his mother was a lively man and that he loved his family.
The thin waters flow, and they are in harmony.
I was rushed to see him one day, saying that Song Hong-hyun had been stopped by other sisters in the green house, the most poignant of all, and that he had just yet to wait for me to get out of Song-hyun’s house.
And a piece of fabric was cut off.
Some kind of speculation zoomed in: “Did Zero touch your arm?” I’m sorry.
“Well, you know I’m a blouse. I’m sorry.
In the days before, she had told her mother that she had written a great deal of bitterness from ancient books and girls, and that there were many students and many women in green buildings, because they had nothing to do with them, and they had only the slightest temptation to die.
And then I didn’t even know what to say.
“Ring, I know your worries. I’m sorry.
Song Hong’s eyelashes were long, and a small shadow was left on his face, and a moment of silence was spread: “But you are nothing but you, and I will always do this to you whenever I meet you.” I’m sorry.
It took me a long time to say “good.”
For more than 20 days, the details will be found.
When she and his mother got cold recently, she asked us not to see her, fearing that it might interfere with the business in the building, Song Hong sent the cuiflower cake, and Aunt Mei-hyun gave it to me first: “This man is the least touched, only eating, and the red one must not take it lightly.” I’m sorry.
And I said, “What is a blessing?” I’m sorry.
She was lazy and leaning on the table, and she cried, “It’s better to marry you out of all odds, and to be like you.” Unfortunately, the world is too difficult to understand, whether it’s a false heart or a heavy money, and your mother tried to redeem herself when he was a wealthy man, but she didn’t give him away. I’m sorry.
It’s just a couple of years ago, when I thought about my mother, she didn’t want to leave, not to leave.
And then my aunt groaned my face with her fingers:
“As your mother was, I don’t know if we’re the children of any grown-up, even if we leave them outside. I’m sorry.
And when I threw away her hand, I was about to say, the door was bowed.
“Mixen, the guests are here. I’m sorry.
She left with her fingers and then smiled at me, and the wrinkles of her eyes were hidden, and the sound of closing the door was extremely light.
I went up and held the door back, and I walked just a few steps to see Mei-hyang’s back and the fat-headed man rubbing her back, hoping to hold her up, but it didn’t even work, and then Aunt Mei-hyang’s door was kicked.
I had a tremor in my eyelids and the noise downstairs.
I didn’t think the lady was talking about Lame and me, one was trying to seduce his son and the other was trying to seduce his students, saying that Song Hong-hyun’s son was the son of his family who was going to be with these dirty whores day and night.
My face was pale and my mother was carried out with her in her coat, and she didn’t do anything.
And when she saw me, she looked in the eye: “Go back. I’m sorry.
I pretended to move my foot, but I didn’t.
Her wife spoke out loudly of the odious nature of the red and other green buildings, the poison of the whole Iokawa, which was destroyed.
It was a rare day for me to look down with my mother, because the old lady’s family had been in charge for generations, and the father was just the one who had visited, and said that she would do the same for Iokawa, and that she would go out and cough.
And the old lady went on and said, “Go and get that red and lamme. I’ll hit one today, and I’ll see who dares to stop.” I’m sorry.
Lamé closed the door so tight, I walked down the stairs, and the other side of her dress came out of her clothes and scolded her, saying, “Good lady, your son can’t help but complain about us. You’re the one who made him come. I’m sorry.
The old lady blew the tea and didn’t see her.
“Go ahead, pull this bitch together and hit 20 boards. I’m sorry.
But I couldn’t help but notice that I just came downstairs and said I was Ha Hung, and I had a big slap in my face, and people were scared.
Aunt Mei-hyang was upset, “You are too much, old woman. I’m sorry.
“This slap is your young fox who seduced him, prevented him from making a good career, disgraced him for the way he was going, and stained him in the future. I’m sorry.
I’m dazed, and I can hear you clearly.
Not yet. Another ear.
“This slap is for you to be a whore, and you’ll have to be beaten by someone else. I’m sorry.
Aunt Mei-heung was confined to the death of a servant, and the old lady was holding her hand to the third hand, and, to be honest, I had little strength and the other hand had a nosebleed and looked at her.
“You have the wrong number. “I listen to myself.
“I repeat, no one will let your son walk around here every day. I’m sorry.
The old lady was blind, but the next slap was missing, and the other lined arm covered the old woman’s arm, and my waist was holding on.
“Mrs. Season. I’m sorry.
The fragrance of the fragrance of the cinnamon which he had sown upon me, and the strong hand holding over me, and Song-hong’s ink-coloured eyes looking at her, with a cold voice: “When will my family take care of it?” I’m sorry.
Mrs. Qi said, “You’re too young to make a living for the people, and not for the rest of the world, and you’ve come here to love a whore all day, and you’ve spent all your time thinking about what to do with it. I’m sorry.
“How can you make a living?” I’m sorry.
He asked.
She groaned: “It is natural to mourn the suffering of the people and to feel hurt.” I’m sorry.
“Oh? I’m sorry.
Song Hong picked his eyes, his eyes were cold, his lips were covered with cold radians, so that everyone could cast their eyes at him.
“The whores of Iikawa flourish, the children of nature are sold to the wind, the heat of the heat, the number of natural evils, the sexual scavenging, and the near painless lady, what to say is far away. I’m sorry.
Song Hong looked at him with sarcasm and obstinately scoured her and her servants behind him, and the servants looked at him, along with the whores of the green house.
So did We. Our hearts were lost and spread to the bottom.
How ironic.
“What are you talking about? “They deserve what they deserve for doing these things.” I’m sorry.
The whole green building got hot.
You can’t talk to your mother if you want to.
I was able to hold Song Hong in the shadows and look straight at her, and mocked: “If you were not the daughter of the inspector, if it was a cumbersome home to eat, if your mother was a whore, then you would have been sold here because you were a daughter.” I’m sorry.
I look at the beads on her wrist and I’m suffocating.
“What, do you talk about love on paper, when you are born rich and believe in Buddha?” My voice tremors and I say, “I thought that my wife had no pity for God, and that compassion was the greatest insult to your knowledge. I’m sorry.
Song Hung looked to me with his eyes full of light, and then stood in front of me while Mrs. Season’s servant tried to move.
The light, distasteful eyes were covered up and surprised to settle down.
“If Madame doesn’t understand, just have another daughter. I’m sorry.
“It’s not your turn to lecture me.” I’m sorry.
Song Hung’s eyes are clear, staring at the ladies of the season, talking softly and softly: “Or, let my father tell you himself.” I’m sorry.
Mrs. Season’s pupils are shrunk.
I felt a sense of emptiness when I fell into the shadows of Song Hong.
I heard a noise.
And the night was dark and dark, and when I woke up, my side was asleep deeply, with its arms on the side of my bed, and its eyes were dark and thick, and its lips covered.
I stood up with my hands and feet, and he woke up.
“You hungry, you can eat. I’m sorry.
The words of the exit are mute.
And I remember what happened to the day, and at this point I will be laid on my knees, and I will say to him, “If you pass, will I disgrace you later?” I’m sorry.
When the Shadow of Song turned my forehead over my ears, and heard it, he had long eyelashes, and was now blown by the wind and still looked good.
“No, not my parents. I’m sorry.
I wonder, “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.
And when the moon shines upon me, the shadow of Song Hong elaborates, and the radians are drawn upon his back lips.
“They will only think that you will not follow me home, that you will be betrayed, that the people of the earth will laugh, that I will abandon, and that I will be a man of despair.” I’m sorry.
I want to see why I can’t keep laughing.
“Well, now I’m taking responsibility. I’m sorry.
Song Hong’s deep eyebrows are more inventing and laughing.
And when we were gone, We fastened the door, and as he tried to close the door, I caught my eyelids, and I let my heart beat the drums, and added to the dark night a little boldness, my lips, and my eyes laughter.
“You come closer. I’m sorry.
Song Hong did so without any knowledge, so I breathed slowly and heard the sound of the wind out of the window and the sound of the heart beats uneasy, and approached him in inch.
Looks at him with his ears covered in red, doesn’t know what to think and then back off.
“Red.”
I’ll just sit around and laugh.
“Sleep well, future lord Won. I’m sorry.
He looked at me a little bit luminous, and he stopped, and he looked up.
“Well, you too. I’m sorry.
Then Song Hung took a day off, and the maid told me that we were allowed to go out. On that day we saw by the lake, cooking on the ship, running with impunity on a vast grass.
I never thought about what I wanted the most in the world, the hyenas, the wind blowing thousands of green silks into Song Hong’s face, he held my waist and legs behind me, and the long fingers touched me with my hair.
Song Hung smiles softly, and the sound floats with the wind, but it’s clear into his head.
“There are shackles in this world, and the world is filthy, and no matter what time, the red child is free to give up any trouble. I’m sorry.
My eyelashes were blown by the wind, and the word “only” was in my head.
Yeah, he’s right.
I was open-minded and said, “Yes, freedom is what I want most. I’m sorry.
That night, I returned to my place of residence overnight and looked at some of the cinnamon tea left on the table, which was just a wooden bang by the window.
I’m just thinking of Song Hong, and I’m getting confused, and the black shadow is walking right over my mouth, and the tearing sound of my clothes is soaring and my skin is cold, and I choke and stare at my eyes.
“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
Unfortunately, it didn’t help. It was a stickiness that magnified the senses.
Subconsciously, I bit his hand so hard, my body was like a force that kept me alive, and I was screaming. I had only one thought in my head, so don’t let him touch me.
Don’t let him touch me.
There was a bloodbath, and he was screaming.
And I couldn’t stop shaking and still had his hands in my mouth.
“Ring, it’s me. I’m sorry.
The memory of the body that had been humiliated before her death was covered with brains, wounds, blood and rats in mass graves.
The mother’s face is so full of flesh and blood.
I was so tense, it seemed like the day my mother died, the body wrapped in the mat, the squeaky rat, the squeaky squeaky.
I wanted to see my mother, but I was covered in my hands.
Whatever you do is vague.
And to my mother, she filled my mouth with white cloth, and touched my face in a gentle way: “Don’t cry, I will be the mother of the red son.”
“Good boy. I’m sorry.
She’s like a baby in the middle, singing songs.
And the next moment, I was in a thick black fog, and my mother was combing her hair, and I cried and said that she was serving men.
“But she’s telling the truth.”
“Don’t chase. She’ll understand later.
“The name Red may be common, but Mother hopes you’ll never fail. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The memories and the reality are resurfaced, as if I had fallen into the sea, and I couldn’t breathe for long, and I opened my eyes and looked at the contours of Song Hong’s Shadow, my eyes and my lips.
A man can’t cry, can he?
He was white, and now he’s black and he’s crying.
“Ring, you’re awake. I’m sorry.
I slowly stood up and tried to bend my lips, but I didn’t laugh.
It turns out that for 16 years in this breathless red house, I was not able to be so indifferent to my precarious innocence.
“I think I’m dirty.” I’m sorry.
And even though it was only for a moment, I was lost in my thoughts and in the darkness, and yet the feeling came clear on my lips, and I returned.
At a distance, my eyelashes were kissed dearly.
“No, I’m selfish. I can erase it. I’m sorry.
Song Hong’s voice is soft.
“Well,” I have a dumb voice, like a young animal who is greedy at night and caresssssing the horns of the master, “I want freedom, the shadows.” I’m sorry.
He was stiff and he touched my hair and said yes.
On the day before Song Hung’s departure, news of his mother’s illness came to me in the middle of the night, except for me, and her face was as pale as paper, and she was dazzling and coughing.
“and mother, what’s wrong with you. I’m sorry.
All I know is she’s sick. I never thought she was that bad.
She held me in cold hands like a willow to the lake and smiled: “Red, why haven’t you used to calling me a mother for years? I’m sorry.
“… mother-in-law. I’m sorry.
She spilled blood on her lips, and my lips, and my subconscious tried to wipe it off for her.
“Red, the mother-in-law is tired and thinks that there’s enough money to make, or maybe it’s too bad to do it. I’m sorry.
Why is it so cold, my fingers are stiff, my throat is strangling:
“How come, Mom’s young this year. I’m sorry.
She smiled and said, “The boy asked me the other day about how much money you bought, and the mother thought, “It’s priceless.”
“The Red is priceless. She’s a low, low, repetitive path.
And half of her lips smiled with a pure smile: “He came to marry you, both in speech and in the first place, and then he paid me 500 gold a month, so that you would pay me here and be rich.” I’m sorry.
My eyes were sour, my hands were rubbing, and I passed on to her.
“As a matter of course, the mother and daughter of the world are in pain. She pinched my hand, and said, “My mother, you’re not from the lukewarm building. I can let you go. It’s the only good thing I did to you. I’m sorry.
“But at this moment my mother hesitated to ask you something. I’m sorry.
I’m a pain in the ass. I’m sorry.
And her eyes were blurry, and she fell unconsciously on me, and her hands were slapping down the pillow box, and her voice was like, “Everyone in this building hates me, but they wouldn’t have relied on it without it. When he goes to school, Red looks for his mother. I’m sorry.
“Well, I promise my mother. I’m sorry.
I see tears in my eyes.
She smiled white, she was tired of her eyes, and she held my hand in the way, “The Red should hate me, and she should hate your mother, and she doesn’t deserve…”
When the voice fell, it fell into nothing, when she couldn’t get her eyes up, her hands fell out of my hand, the door went open outside and many girls came in panic.
Aunt Mei’s tears were weeping: “And Zeng! I’m sorry.
So it was quiet, and there was no one crying, except Aunt Mei-hyun and Jumei, and the whole building fell into silence, and I sat there all night.
It’s a 10-year silver ticket with Mom.
Not even a letter.
I don’t know.
Song Hong Shadow and Xu Yiu left today as planned.
I don’t know what I’m going to do today, but it’s morning and morning, and Song Hong-hyun handed me what was wrapped up in my hand and didn’t want to be like cinnamon cake.
The streets were sore, Song Hong-hyun kept his hands open, his fingers were so tight, he was silent.
Xu Yiu touched his nose and had a good eye for the wagon.
We pinched his hand: “Don’t let Seo Yew wait. I’m sorry.
He took a small harvest and looked at me with his head around my waist, and put all weight on me without fear, but smelled me with restraint: “Red, I will not keep you waiting. I’m sorry.
I see tears in my eyebrow, and my voice is low.
“You’ve got shit coming out of your mouth.” I said how it stinks. I’m sorry.
The men laughed, saying, “There’s only one thing left to be left behind from the ancient buildings.” I’m sorry.
One sentence brings forth an endless laugh.
The next moment Song Hong touched my head, let go of my hand, and ran to the wagon, standing low.
The light is shining in the sun, the eyes of the crowd are smitten, and the sound of the exit is strong and unprovoked.
“And when We marry Hu Hong, and the Day when We shall marry him, there shall be no turning back, and if we do not go back, we shall take her to Song’s house.” I’m sorry.
“But if you repent. I’m sorry.
“That’s why I have to die. I’m sorry.
The eyes were red and the love was deep in the bone marrow, but then it became a nightmare, in which I was bound by numerous chickens, and even the struggle was useless.
For 10 years, I was often asked why I was still waiting for someone who had not heard.
Because he taught me to be myself, not to be the Dutchman.
I’ve restarted the E-Red Building, letting the girls sell their clothes, leaving a lot of people, and coming a lot of people, always with Aunt Mei-hyang, and I’ll talk about Song-Hwang every time I come from afar.
They say they don’t.
In 10 years, news came from Kyoto that Seo Yeo died three years ago as a result of his illness and that Song Hong-hyun is still missing.
I’ve also sent people to the clouds, but it’s too rich to be a squirt and a noble man, and there’s a thousand Songs.
I went even to beg Mrs. Qi, who, increasingly sarcasticly, for having dispersed to the E-Ring building, let Lame marry herself in her house, said she could give me information if I kneeled for one night, and I did so, and the old lady ate her heart, until I woke up in her room after I passed out in the snow.
The old lady’s face is pale: “Iokawa is rotten, and it’s only a flower that leaves it clean, and it’s rare for you to actually open it.” I’m sorry.
My lips shiver, and I asked her about Song Hung.
That was three years later, when she gave me the horn, and she lamented: “Lord Song Qing Ho of the cloud was his father, but he died a year ago, and the rest of his family moved away, and no one knew where he was.”
“You get ready, he may be sick. I’m sorry.
And then I walked in the snow after the snow night, sickly, and left footprints in the snow, one by one, so that the cold wind would blow away the big wind.
It’s from Mrs. Qi.
It’s late in the night, the West Side Lights are green, and the East Red House is so quiet, it’s a moment of sight to see Aunt Mei-hyang smiling at me on the door frame.
“What did Red buy for Auntie? I’m sorry.
The first time I was sent back to Song Hong-hyun, my aunt said the same thing.
I went out and lied to my aunt about going out on the street, laughing at the candy and chestnuts coming out of the crotch, and it was still hot, and I woke up with tears, and the snow splattered with water, and it broke me.
Then my legs were sore, I fell straight into the snow, and my tears were silent, and I was stuck in this pale sky.
The next moment my aunt took me in her arms.
“Cry for the red child, the aunt is here, it’s just crying. I’m sorry.
People on the street who remember that often mock me with Song Hong, two years, five years or ten years.
Remember a year when I went out of the street with my hat on, as usual, and when I went out, I was watered with water, and I saw all the people on the street, full of water, holding their children and acting in their innocent eyes, laughing and laughing.
I’d like to ask why, but I don’t have to ask.
Anyone who has been a prostitute in Iikawa is treated equally.
Aunt Mayhian used to comfort me, and I stood on the second floor looking at the lunar, fragrance and fragrance of the red house, and said:
“Uncle, we’ve had a good life. I’m sorry.
And the other day, she was married to a little girl in the same building, and this month she gave birth to a girl called Natsumi, and my aunt was really happy, because 10 years had changed so much that we never had to send her out.
I put a peace lock on her wrist, and she played her hand, and she laughed at me, and I thought it would be safe to grow up here in the summer.
No worries.
When Iikawa came to a cold winter, he heard that the border was moving, that there was a sense of greatness, that the business had not stood idly by, that a high-ranking officer had been assigned to oversee, and that a general had led to the town of Iikawa.
Listening to the visitation was eight years ago, young and famous.
There is only a red house below the decent wine house in Iikawa, where the courtesan gathered until it was blown out, and the young girl dragged me to see what was going on outside, saying that the man and the wife were gracious, horse-riding, and that there was no official stand.
I am calm, and at this moment I look not far away at the pontoon, and the blind eye is becoming clear in a slightly dark world, and I sit around my face as white, as if my body was on the edge of a cliff, shaking and crumbling.
I’ve been thinking about people for 10 years.
It’s Song Hung.
My lips were shaking and staring at him.
“Sister, get down on your knees. I’m sorry.
A crowd kneeled under the ground, and the scene was quiet, as if I had lost the ability to react, and the next moment, Aunt Mei-hyun, who had come to me, was forced to pull her arms and kneel down.
“It is necessary to kneel before the Emperor when he is in the presence of the Commander.” I’m sorry.
And I walk like a human being, and my tears fall on the ground, and my tears mix with dirt, like I can’t put together my heart, and it’s full of tears.
There are traces, like rats gnawing in mass graves and gnawing over human bodies, and they’re disgusting to the stomach, and they’re all over the ocean.
They’re all right to laugh. I’ve been waiting ten years, ten years, and I’ve been waiting for you.
What about me?
When you change your name and come to Kawakawa, don’t you think of one of those who you left behind?
Ten years, I counted days, from summer to summer ten years later… only 3635 days…
I watched him carry the pregnant lady in the red building, smiled and walked into the first room, and they were eating and listening.
In the hall, she sings “The Foot of Wu’s House” with tears, and the words are sore in my heart that he doesn’t seem to know me. He doesn’t hear it.
Aunt Mei-heung, who ordered food for them, said, “Do you know Song-Hun?” I’m sorry.
She was told to leave by the official dignitaries of Iokawa, and Feng waved his hand to make things right, his eyebrow was deep, and his voice was like, “I don’t know.” I’m sorry.
She laughed, “What about Seo Yew? I’m sorry.
And he was patient and gentle: “He was with me in the same window as I went to the examination in Kyoto, but he was not able to lift back his disease.” I’m sorry.
Then Aunt Mei-hyang asked Song Qing Ho and the clouds, and told me, with all the answers, that he had forgotten everything about Yikawa, including me.
I only watched as I was never stopped, and my aunt looked at me, and shivering, and said, “Why don’t you forget, but many people in the river remember you abandoned Ha Hung and you married and gave birth to a child for 10 years. I’m sorry.
Mrs. Phoenix is as beautiful as a flower, and now she looks as water and softly says, “Sister, food can be eaten, and nothing can be said.” I’m sorry.
And We closed the door, and saw Aunt Mei-hyun scoffing at this group of officials: “It is good that someone here remembers him for throwing down the lard, but you do not say, “Be deaf and dumb.” I’m sorry.
They’ve changed.
I was scared and ran to stop her.
However, when Feng Zhao was looking for me for a moment, he squirted his hand with his handkerchief, held me in his arms and whispered, “Please mind the girl.” I’m sorry.
The coldness of the feet spreads to me.
My voice is dumb and I say good.
My aunt asked me if I’d put up with it, and I shook my head and put together the letters Song Hong wrote for me ten years ago, and I had a painting.
The inn they lived in was opposite, and I lost my God from his door behind my back for a long time, but the door was pushed away and the eyes of a beautiful woman with a belly full of tears were blurry, and looked at me, “Come in, girl.” I’m sorry.
As soon as she entered the door, she fell down with tears.
When I went back, I burned the letters, and the fire burned me for 10 years, and my tears dried up, and I kept the fire in silence until dawn.
I don’t know.
It was neither one’s idea that the one-night riot in Iikawa had been set on fire at the border, that we were unable to escape, that all the inn buildings had been surrounded overnight and that the Japanese had killed the people indiscriminately.
Senior officials, including Phoenix, have fled early.
The people in the Ying building were afraid, and I split all the money in advance so that they could leave when the time came, and it would be good for each other the day after tomorrow.
However, on these days, the Qin clan continued to bring to the Ei Hong building a large number of people from Kamikawa, and my aunt was able to wrap up the veil for me early, saying it was safe, with men, women and children coming from elsewhere.
The halls are closed, everything seems to be calm.
Until the Japanese lieutenants came here, and in this crowd, it was announced that they would take 30 women back to the Japanese camp to serve high-ranking officials, and that the noise was on the rise, and that only we were pale.
“The girls in this red-hot building are prostitutes, and it’s time for the officers to take them.
“I know it, but it’s young and old and the rest are young.
“Ho-ho-ho is the man of the year!” I’m sorry.
The little man who fell on his knees stood up and found Aunt Mei-hyang from the crowd, and he dragged her away in a tough manner, and she fell in shock, but he made a gesture not to let me speak.
“The woman looks almost 40 and it’s not working.”
Kill. I’m sorry.
The aunt fell on her knees, hugged him, turned her eyes low and turned his legs: “My lord, the slave family is old, but some things do.” I’m sorry.
It’s confusing. Everyone knows it.
The next moment, I was pushed to the center of the hall, and the chords, the aluminum, and the Zhao were humiliated like cats and mice, and abandoned.
The tears of the summer are sore, and the sun shines upon her.
The officer pulled out his ears: “Noise, take care of the doll.” I’m sorry.
Aoi was in a state of shock and fought hard to get out of the box, but she was crushed on the floor and screamed, “No, don’t.” I’m sorry.
I can’t do that.
“If you kill her as a ghost, you won’t let go! I’m sorry.
And he kicked me in the face, and I threw out my blood, and he spitted, and he said, “Fall, bitch, I don’t believe in ghosts.” I’m sorry.
And I looked in cold ice at these men in the halls, all of them watching, and they were executioners and murderers.
They’re not people.
Aunt Mayhian shivering and holding my hand whispering:
“They shall be requited, Red.” I’m sorry.
The sound of the summer cry became silent, and I held her body blindly, reaching out in the direction she tried to touch her. She was so small she just called out to my aunt.
At night, the red house was silent, my aunt leaned against my head, held my hand by my bedside, and kept her voice down: “Red, don’t eat tomorrow’s red house. Aunt put poison in the rice water in the kitchen. I’m sorry.
I breathed, “What if I find out?”
“Do they know about Aoi?” I’m sorry.
“It’s okay to be found, I’m saying it was the animals who did it,” and in the night, she bends her horns and nods her voice. “They know that Aoi and Kiyoshi know that we’re going out tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I watched my aunt for a long time and tears fell from my eyes.
Aunt. I’m sorry.
She brought a small bag of things from her clothes and secretly delivered it to my sleeve, laughing, “This powder will not be used until the red one escapes.” I’m sorry.
She whispered that tears flashed my heart.
“We Reds should live clean and white. I’m sorry.
The meal was brought up on the second day, and yesterday’s lieutenant was naked, and she was locked in her arms in order to eat. I’m sorry.
The pain spread to my mind, and my aunt noded, and I bowed down, and I couldn’t look at them again, and I choked my hand.
I didn’t notice the bleeding until it got stingy.
He laughed, “Eat, eat! I’m sorry.
Like pigs, there are people on the second floor who spread numerous grotesque, hoisting, like wolves, and brutal.
And I stood in my sight, and there was not a fragrance, and some fell down in pain, and my eyes fell down, and I ran into my aunt with nothing, and her blood turned and she laughed silently.
Aunt! I’m sorry.
I can’t help but scream at her.
And the door was loud and loud, and some wept and said, “Run and run.”
Her eyes were red, her breath was rushing, her lips were covered with tears:
“Red, Red, Aunt, the next life is over. I’m sorry.
I felt cold at such a good aunt’s side one day, and I tore my heart and my lungs, and the pain flooded me like an abyss, crying helplessly: “No, no. I’m sorry.
She’s smiling, she’s blind, she’s looking at something, and she’s whispering that I have to be clean and clean.
I’m crying, say yes.
“You run, run…”
She left me anyway.
Ten years ago, she said that she would be the first to leave the ERC one day and that she would only die in the ERC one day.
I cried with her body and then ran to drag me away with it, while the Japanese outside ran with a sword.
And when the panic arose, no one could hide from it in the face of too great a force, I was once again taken captive, and my hands were shivering in the midst of the crowds, and my hands were shivering. “Miss, Red, is a lady.” I’m sorry.
There’s only one girl in this world who can be called Miss.
My mother-in-law.
And I looked red with my eyes, and the woman was stiff with her veil, trying to escape, and the effect of my deception was to drown me, and when I grabbed her by the horns, shuddered and shivering, and pulled her veil. She was only wrinkled, and the face was still plentiful.
“You got the wrong guy. * She’s got a weird look in her eyes, lying. *
When I told my mother I should hate my mother, I always thought it was because she had given birth to me in the lukewarm building, and I didn’t think I was born and I didn’t want to raise…
“Hama Jin. I’m sorry.
My throat is dry, my cold fingers touch her eyelashes, her nostrils, my fingers are shaking, and my broken voice is invisible.
Ha Yujin, I remember your face when you were eaten by rats. I’m sorry.
Her eyebrow smiles for more than a decade, and I’ve painted a lot of her portraits, but it doesn’t look like it.
Turns out her roots were taller, and her eyebrow had a mole.
“You’re mistaken, girl. I’m sorry.
Her eyes were cold and her voice was strong.
And there was a face of a child in her eyes, and she looked at me with fear and shouted “mother” in her arms.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Turns out I’ve been left behind.
All around me, in the blink of an eye, I fell down my neck, and the sound of a man wearing a kosher dress was thick: “This came to my room.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t react, my lips were very radical, and my hands were found to touch the face of her child, except that the memory had never been so gentle that my hand was engraved.
I took it back and didn’t see it go.
People whispered at me.
“The whore deserves it!”
“She deserves it. I’m sorry.
And when the wind became deafening, and I was sent to the bed of the chief of the car in the daytime, with poison all over my body, and the powder was made invisible, and when the man came in implacably, his memory was slimy and clear.
I didn’t even resist until he was astonished, staring at his eyes, spitting blood out of his mouth, and left his harsher face on earth.
I’ve avenged my aunt, and I’ve avenged the summer and the bright sun.
And me.
Then, in the pale blue sky of the camp, I walked out with his head in blood, and when the horses and horses arrived, the commands of the shooting came, and I looked around, and I was quickly pierced with arrows.
Hot blood makes the air cold.
A little bit of a roll, a cloud and a sky, and I remember the day when I was riding with Song Hong, so firmly I said I wanted to be free.
But I can’t believe this Iokawa.
Feelings are terrible.
The battle of the small tribe was easily levelled, less than a fragrance of time, and the feeling of sensory pain in the body faded.
Song Hong-Jun was wearing iron armor, and under his bright and handsome face was pain that could not be covered, and his eyes were red and he held me in tremors.
But I can’t hear anything he says.
On that day his wife, who was pregnant, spoke to me of the gods, saying that Song Hong’s copy was the best of the sky, but that he had been forced to denigrate him for having touched the fairies. I was nothing but an affair in his life.
And she was pale, and she cried, and she said, “A girl, if she loved a man, no one would dare to make him fall in love with another woman.”
“Even if it was his affair, I wouldn’t. I’m sorry.
When I heard it, I was silent, and the tears of my eyes were pouring out, and I looked at her belly, and on my back, and I walked away, and I looked in her eyes, and I looked in silence:
“I will never forgive you, ever. I’m sorry.
I heard Song Hung shouting my name.
“Fuck off. I’m sorry.
I have a mouth, a lie.
The last tears slipped from the corner of my eye, mixed with blood, and I looked at the blue sky as it became mist, and the two dreamers were so happy.
Say it again.
“Don’t spoil my dream. I’m sorry.
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Not tough.
Blessed wife: the road of ancient clouds
With cat books and so on.
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