36. I’ve got my brother’s glasses.
I’ve got my brother’s glasses.
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
Big brother’s a handsome man who doesn’t laugh.
I accidentally possessed his glasses.
Every day, he is “watched” on the ground.
And he doesn’t know.
Until one night, when he turned to his glasses, and whispered, “Be good, and cry out to my brother again.” I’m sorry.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
You’ve been robbed!
One.
It’s past midnight.
He’s still reading.
His roommate was either playing games or going to bed.
I’ve had a yawn, I can’t help it.
Why do I wake up with these big glasses?
And it’s been going on for three days.
The time, place and duration of each possession are random.
At first I was panicking.
Now it’s just a mess.
I can go back if I sleep.
Right now, what he’s doing, I see it all.
But he didn’t know I existed.
It’s kind of exciting!
Two.
He’s a kid of my dad’s.
He looked good before he was eight.
Like a fine china doll.
I’ve had the potential of a dog since I was a kid.
“Big brother, brother” is a cry every day behind his ass.
I’ve been forced to consider myself a brother.
“I have the most beautiful brother in the world.” I’m sorry.
But who would have thought that he had spent a summer at his grandmother’s house.
See you later. He’s fat as a ball.
It’s tanned.
I immediately felt that my young heart had been affected.
And even worse, because I was showing off too much, the kids came back to laugh at me.
I don’t want to play with Qi.
I happen to have another cute little boy next door, my age.
I threw myself away, turned my head and ran behind my ass.
I’ve got another brother.
Xiao Sheng asked me why I didn’t play with him and went to play with someone else.
“My mom won’t let me bother you with your studies.” I’m sorry.
He was stupid enough to believe it.
Who knows that I was at home with Little Red that day, and she and I were at the wedding party.
I’m right in the arms of a feast.
“It’s my brother, we’re a family, and I’m the bride. I’m sorry.
Little Red dragged the other arm of the feast.
“He’s your brother, isn’t he? I’m sorry.
As soon as I heard it, I had a heart attack on my child’s king, and I went out and said, “He’s not my brother. Why would I want a fat, snotty boy to be my brother? I’m sorry.
Siu Hong was suddenly silent and took two steps back.
Huh, little one, scared.
I had to pick up the white veil on the ground and put it on my head.
“Linquent!”
And a shout was sent forth from behind, and I was shaken, and the white veil fell upon the earth.
“You’ve gone too far! I’m not playing with you anymore! “Sweetly, with a bag in her hand, with my favorite ice cream in her hand, and a few steps away with a red eye.”
“I’m gonna break up with you! * He bit a big sip of ice cream and didn’t turn his head back *
The next day, my mom grabbed my ear and went to apologize to him.
But he’s angry and he won’t accept it.
Then he transferred, and that’s what I had to do with him.
We’ll meet again on the holidays, but we’re barely talking.
As of now, while in the same university, it is also separate and undisturbed.
3
Under the orange light, the small side looks like shit.
I couldn’t help but be jealous.
“What’s he eating long? He was a little fat when he was a kid. I’m sorry.
“The eyelashes are long, the skin is good, the jealousy! I’m sorry.
“You’re not going to sleep at this late hour, are you going to do this?” I’m sorry.
I began to see if he had black eyes.
“There’s no black eye. I’m sorry.
I’m angry inside.
And then he started to laugh.
I looked down, and I saw his mouth tick.
The book on the table, it’s been over half an hour.
Turns out he’s walking.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
I thought he was thinking about philosophy.
All of a sudden, I found the pink in his bag.
“Smoke to death, pink, how old are you? I’m sorry.
He’s had a long, soft turn on a page.
He turned and pulled a marker out of his bag.
The pink thing comes out of the strip.
I can’t believe it’s a love letter.
It’s kind of sour when it’s in the heart.
“Good guy, I’ve had a bad smile just now because I think about the defendant. I’m sorry.
“You’re a son of a bitch. You’re not my turn. I’m sorry.
“I’m not so bad-looking…”
He wrinkled, and some were unhappy to press the love letter below.
I’m curious to stretch my neck and want to see the style of a love letter.
“Was it really useful to write a love letter to a boy to see if I can see it too? I’m sorry.
He suddenly put the sound of the pen “push” on the table and put the love letter in the drawer.
It’s moving.
He said, “Sorry. I’m sorry.
My heart is in a state of indignity: “Ah, why is he so angry?” I’m sorry.
“It’s the same temper as before. I’m sorry.
He took a deep breath and whispered, “No. I’m sorry.
Nothing?
I listened, and he shut up.
He turned on his phone and looked at the curriculum.
Lock screen changed.
Last time we were two Q-style fat kids.
One can recognize him.
The other one wears a flower dress, looks like a funny fat head wall and doesn’t know who.
I took a look at his schedule and I was bored thinking about what to eat tomorrow.
Want some roasted fish.
Want some ducks.
I’d like to have some sugar fried chestnuts and cupcakes.
And then I’ll bring another one for the feast.
It’s settled!
Suddenly, a bang.
The cell phone was down on the table.
The sound of a burglary led to the bedmate’s detective.
“Sorry, the hand slipped.” I’m sorry.
I’m going to break it down and he can’t hear it anyway.
“You’re lying, you’re not slippery, you’re angry, you’re mean! I’m sorry.
“Look at that mouth of yours. I’m sorry.
He took a deep breath, picked up the mirror and squeezed his face at it.
I accidentally looked at him in the mirror.
His eyes were very aggressive.
I’m so excited about being caught back and forth.
I close my eyes in red, and my heart is full of tears: “Sleep, I have eight tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Put your glasses off and put them on the table.”
Looks like we’re going to bed.
I’m relieved.
He went out to the toilet and returned and carefully placed his glasses in the box.
And with the hand of water and softly upon my body.
I’m all over it.
It’s a red heartbeat.
I touched the mind that didn’t exist.
Fortunately he can’t see me.
4
I woke up the next day and I was back to normal.
It’s fucking late.
The roommates are still sleeping.
Mad, it’s just me. My hands stink like the hands of a fucking horse.
And I ran into the classroom one second before the bell was ringing.
Apparently, only the first row remains.
Just sitting down, and suddenly sitting next to one.
I turned my head, and it was so light.
He’s a year older than me. How come he’s in second grade?
It was only after he had drawn a list of points from his school bag, went to the podium and had a brief conversation with the teacher, he picked up the microphone and cleared his throat.
“Let’s start with a roll call. I’m sorry.
The sound is clear and low, but it carries a little asthma.
Sounds like a rush.
I’m the one with the hot face, and I don’t know why he was running in the playground the other night, and the heat was a little bit steaming on my glasses.
“Do we look so handsome as a probabilist?” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t notice. I wanted him to believe. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
There’s a light spot at my back table, a quiet look through the lens.
I’ve been in a trance.
I remember the few times I had his glasses.
Every time, his deep eyes pass through my body and fall where it belongs.
It’s like just looking at me and seeing no one else.
Behind me are his eyes and eyes.
Underneath him is a tall nose, a thin red lips, and a little cyanosis…
And in the blink of an eye, he shivered as if he was going to go all the way to me.
This is exactly the moment.
“Linquent. “He ordered me.”
The sound of Koo’s voice breaks my mind.
And I turned my head down and said, “Come.”
He hit a hook with little reaction.
But when he ordered a full shift, he said, “Some of his classmates, remember to raise their heads next time, so that they don’t mistook for a substitute, which is a truancy. I’m sorry.
Dude, just give me a breath.
The teacher started his class and he sat back.
Less than half a metre away.
He opened his book to himself, but I couldn’t do anything like a needle in my back, like a thin ice on my back.
Half of the class, my stomach rings.
He covered his lips with his hands and coughed.
I turned around and he went on to study as soon as he could.
It’s over.
He heard it.
He must have heard it.
I’m embarrassed to put my head in the hole.
It’s hard to get a break. I’m lying on the table like a dead dog.
I’m tired and hungry.
Close your eyes.
And suddenly, a sweet fragrance floats slowly at the nostrils.
I opened my eyes and it was a box of cupcakes.
And the sound of light and cold is on top of your head: “Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t mean anything but buy too much, and don’t want to waste it. I’m sorry.
“If you don’t want to eat, you can give it to the next class.” I’m sorry.
Eat!
Of course!
Not for free.
I’m eating cake.
It’s really snowy. It’s so dry.
And We thanked him, “Thank you, I will give you the money later.” I’m sorry.
Just opened the lid, and the damn school bell went off.
I had to put the box down.
The smell of the cupcakes is always hitting on me, and I’m just taking notes and saliva.
All of a sudden, on the white book, there were two more sugared, fried chestnuts.
I am puzzled to see light.
And he did not take his head up, and whispered, “If you think my hands are dirty and I don’t want to eat, I can’t help it.” I’m sorry.
“Ah, no. “And I will not turn my back on him,
I put chestnuts in my mouth before the teacher noticed.
Chew it in the book.
It smells good.
Eat soft mouths and short hands.
I’m embarrassed to jab his arm and start talking to him: “You also like to eat sweet, fried chestnuts? I’m sorry.
He was very, very cold and “um.”
“I remember this class assistant, another senior. I’m sorry.
“He’s a classmate of mine, so let me help. Says he handed me two skinned chestnuts.
“Teacher’s still in class. Eat these mats first. You’ll get the rest of the rest of the class. I’m sorry.
And I whispered, “I didn’t say I’d get your chestnuts, you can keep them…”
“Lin Zi,” he’s laughing at me, and a knife flew in and said, “You don’t even see my chestnuts anymore? I’m sorry.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
No. Why can’t I keep up with his brain?
I was going to deny it, but he coughed twice to remind me, “The teacher wants to ask someone. I’m sorry.
I’m gonna shut my head and make quail.
5
Class dismissed.
I looked down on the notes, and I had a headache.
I can’t believe I’m losing focus this time.
“You’re not leaving, are you? One hand, one hand, one hand, one shoulder on the side, and against the light outside the door, hand me the chestnut.
He was as handsome as a fucking angel.
The daring girl has gone up to believe.
He shook his head with no face and pointed at me.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
What the hell is this?
“Sit by my side with a long, long leg, and with a little bit closer, and bring a fine fragrance.” He was the one who taught me last time. I’m sorry.
I had a red face and I sprained myself.
And he blinked at me, “You understand.” I’m sorry.
“Ah, yes,” and I was slow for five seconds, and I immediately reacted, and I put myself on top of it, and I said, “He, he’s a master.” I’m sorry.
It’s not too much to lie about anyway.
Small but a little bit surprised, staring at me with a big face.
I don’t know.
Is it because of me?
The girl immediately smiled and walked away.
He also rose up and pulled the distance.
I pretended to pack up to cover my heart’s panic and stammered and said, “Well, will you help me focus?” I’m sorry.
“Yes. “He threw a bag of chestnuts out of his head and threw it in my bag.”
“Thank you. “I’m going to thank you.
He took a glance at me, but he did not speak.
He went downstairs and said he overslept in the morning and had to go to breakfast and asked me if I wanted to join him, and he sorted me out.
I’m fine. I’m going to dinner anyway.
I just walked out to the fish shop, and I got a voice.
I lighted it, and his clear voice came from inside:
Are you out of class? I’m at the hotpot. I’ve ordered some food. I’ll take you to skating. I’m sorry.
Ah, this…
I heard you too.
He was so understanding that he smiled, slowly dipped his eyelashes and cast a shadow over his face, so he was so single.
“Linqué, go ahead, I’ll do it myself. I’m used to it all by myself, not like a feast. He needs company.” I’m sorry.
“Shall we go together?” I’ll be careful.
And he shakes his head, a little tired, and he seems to be envious in three points: “No, I’m not like a feast, I’m skating, I can play games with you, I know anything, I’ll just die, I’ll just go to school, and I’ll ruin the atmosphere.” I’m sorry.
I’ve never seen him play games in his dorms.
His eyebrow seemed to be dazzling, hiding behind the lenses: “Go play, have fun, don’t mind me.” I’m sorry.
I thought about it. I couldn’t cross the river too fast.
You have to pass the final exam.
So I sent him a message for the dinner. Tell him something’s going on this time.
“He’s got his food and his tickets, he’s not happy.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t make it difficult for me to influence your relationship. I’m sorry.
“We’re just having dinner together, but what if he wants to party? I’m sorry.
What makes you think that sounds weird?
But I don’t like to speculate in bad faith, especially with regard to light.
“It’s all right,” I waved, “He’s not a cheap guy. I’m sorry.
“Oh, then go inside. He smiled and turned and walked.
I wrapped my coat in silence.
Is it going to change? Why is it cold?
Six.
When you wait, let me take out the book.
A pink letter came out of his bag.
His face was ugly, and he seemed a little obnoxious.
It turns out those love letters were stolen.
Listen to this, I’m a little sly.
“Who are they?” I asked.
But he frowned and looked a little obstinate: “I don’t know, there are men and women…”
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
I almost choked on a little cake.
I want to laugh.
But I’m afraid to laugh.
He smiled at me and looked at me as if he was saying, “Laugh and you are finished.”
I bowed my head and quietly peeled sugar and fried chestnuts.
The food will be here soon.
We’ll eat while we focus, and when we meet topics that I don’t know, we’ll be able to explain them.
In the shadow of the fog, We fell upon many times with light eyes.
But every time I lose first.
Drop your armor and run away.
Because there are too many things I don’t understand, and one meal does not solve all the problems.
I’m a little sad.
I’m sorry, but I didn’t think I’d be such a loser, because you helped me. I’m sorry.
Thinking about it, he added a calm sentence: “A few doors. I’m sorry.
I’m so happy.
And such good things?
He’s a schoolboy with a scholarship and soft hands.
I was too busy to say yes, and I was afraid he would turn back.
He smiled and almost laughed at my eyes: “It’s a matter of raising hands.” I’m sorry.
7
I’m in the middle of my homework tonight.
I accidentally took a nap.
Open your eyes again and the sights are changing.
I saw Sheng Yi open the dorm door.
A man with white flowers flashes in.
I can’t help but cry:
“It’s so big, so white, it’s a sissy! I’m sorry.
“The abdomen, the abdominal muscles, the abdomen, the real eight abdominal muscles! I’m sorry.
It looks like a sportsman.
In the sound of boom, he closed the dorm door with a cold face: “Get dressed and come in again.” I’m sorry.
Then he was like, “What’s good to see? I’m sorry.
He’s got a good body.
The man who was outside slammed at the door, “Little, you broke my nose, and you compensated me.”
I’m:
Help me. This fucking guy’s making a sound.
I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve had it all.
Go back to your seat and continue writing.
I looked at it as a mentoring programme, and this afternoon I asked for the curriculum, and I didn’t expect to have it now.
I can’t help but think that being generous is such a good man and so serious.
I was such an asshole when I was a kid!
“Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
He whispered, “Whoever is a fool is a good man…”
His voice was too light, I didn’t hear it.
But I think this fool, probably is talking about me.
For your sake, I put up with it.
“It’s been a long time since the durians were so expensive, they can’t afford it.” I’m sorry.
I calculated the cost of living this month.
Uh, heartless.
He whispered, “It’s been a long time since he ate the guacamole and really wanted to eat it. I’m sorry.
I know that Uncle Shing insisted on keeping the boy, and he wouldn’t pay much for it.
I bit my teeth. I bought them!
We’ll pay for the tutoring.
“But I’d love to eat twig, but it’s a little expensive. He moved his mouse and pulled a folder from his computer, “Reminiscent of the end-of-year probabilities test.”
Seeing that folder, I’m shivering and heartbreaking.
It’s just gill.
I’ll buy it! May the beauty laugh.
And when the plan sheet was done, it was taken to me.
Of course nobody back there.
Half an hour later, he took another look at the phone.
There’s still no answer.
“This little heartless man,” he smiled and closed his phone.
“I’m as old as I was when I was a kid, I’m a big brother, I’m a fat guy. I’m sorry.
I’m a little confused.
I can’t seem to get past that shit when I was a kid.
Looks like it’s more than 11 o’clock, and finally it’s been so kind.
This time he put his glasses under his pillow.
Cover up.
I lie still.
The heart is beating like it’s breaking through the chest in the next second.
Sleep tight!
Up top is his flat breath.
I’m the one who listens to me.
Sweet dreams.
8
Because we don’t have the right time for a couple of days, we’re going to spend the weekend with the study room.
I went to the fruit shop first thing in the morning on Saturday morning to buy durians and gills.
The fruit shop opened in an alley outside the school, albeit isolated, but the nearby students loved it because it was expensive.
It’s raining. There’s nobody on the street.
She fell and asked me if I could help her to come home, not far ahead.
I didn’t think too much, I said yes.
The cabin at the end of the street was her house, which looked a little too broken and was dark and without lights.
Grandma warmly invited me in for tea.
I waved, I declined.
Next second, it’s steep.
An old woman who was so kind and so weak, suddenly became so blind and so powerful.
She strangled my arm and covered my mouth: “Come in!” I’m sorry.
I struggled and found it in fear.
There are two men behind the door!
The three of them, the kidnappers, the body searches and the medications, are clearly clearly divided between them.
Soon, I was left in a van bound by flowers.
I heard them arguing about whether to sell me to Shanihan to have children or to take me to Burma.
I tried to stay awake, but I wasn’t.
And I fainted with a bitter resentment and fear of death.
Where are you?
Answer the phone! I’m sorry.
And in the morning, I heard the sound of anxiety and fear.
I opened my eyes and saw him again.
He kept sending messages to the starter, always laughing at his face, and at the moment he was full of rage and panic.
It’s already 11 o’clock.
I was desperate.
It’s probably time to save the car.
What if my mom and dad die?
I’m still so young, I don’t want to die, let alone become disabled.
“Linquent! * * * * * I’ve been waiting for you * * I’ve been waiting for you *
“Where are you? Your roommate says you left early in the morning…”
All of a sudden, another accent came in with a dialect: “What’s the matter with the nun?
I’m scared, I’m sweating, I’m crying and I’m falling.
It’s the traffickers’ side forcing me to wake up.
With several mixed voices, my senses are being drawn.
I had to close my eyes in pain and cry out to the void: “You have to look after my parents for me, but I’m the only one who buys you guacamole.”
If you cry, it will stop.
Because my mind was forced back into my body.
My head hurts and my eyes don’t open.
It’s loud in the house.
The old woman strangled the soft meat on my waist: “How much is your bank card code, or she will kill you with a knife.” I’m sorry.
I had no power to open my mouth and put in a bunch of numbers.
The old lady was laughing and holding a card, so she wrapped it tight, and one of them went out to collect money.
Another man came by with my phone and asked me to lock the screen and pay for it.
I was afraid to cry, my body shivering and my lips whispered the code.
The men took the money from my phone with satisfaction.
I watched his every move with fear, my tears in my eyes, and I feared that he would not be happy to do it to me.
The old ladies went out for an afternoon and came back late in the evening, and brought back an old man in bad shape.
They’re going to take my “good” out to the old man and leave with the money.
It’s been tough lately, and they’re too lazy to take me anywhere, and the old man’s the other side of the street, the door wide and the means.
Just as they had made a heated bargain, they broke the gate.
The wind was mixed with cold rain, and it was raging from outside the door.
It’s colder than rain, it’s the police uncles.
They encircled the human trafficking ring in an impenetrable manner.
Everyone’s gonna get away with this.
That was when I dared to let go of my voice and cry like a man who had cried for the rest of his life, shaking and shouting, “Help!”
I’m scared, and I’ve had a day without food.
The police uncle just untied me, and I did it for low blood sugar and passed out.
9
Wake up again, in the hospital.
The smell of sterilised water in the nose at this time is a good smell.
“Water…” I had a dry mouth.
Someone ran to the bed, raised me carefully and fed me a little warm water.
And he was like, “How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I’m sorry.
The speech was confused and tense, but it was with joy and joy that it was lost.
It’s light.
I saw him, jumped in his arms and cried again.
The fear and despair that he was afraid to reveal in front of the traffickers were unleashed in his arms.
And he smote my back, and put his weight on me, and blamed himself, saying, “It was my fault, and you would not have done anything except for me.” I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, I’m the one who ruined you. I’m sorry.
I looked up in tears and said it had nothing to do with him.
Suddenly a man came in from outside the room and pushed him so hard.
It’s a feast.
And he stood in front of my bed, staring at me in cold and cold, and said, “You still have the face that you would not have been taken away by a trafficker, if you hadn’t bought you some guacamole.” I’m sorry.
“Get out of here! Don’t make me do this! I’m sorry.
I was surprised.
I’ve never seen such a mean look at a feast.
Instead, he’s been smiling since he was a kid.
“I…” opened my mouth several times without saying a complete word.
His face was pale and incomprehensible, and his eyes revealed a great deal of regret and pain, as if there were words in them, but in the end he turned to one sentence: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I was in the fog, trying to speak, but I was turned back by a feast.
He was driven away by a feast.
While he was leaving, he put a bag of sugar on the table and fried chestnuts.
I reached out to get it, but I was filmed by a feast: “Don’t eat!” I’m sorry.
I dare say.
The party was in the air, and I couldn’t touch him, and I started to change the subject: “Yes, did someone call the police and the police come so fast that I’d like to thank him very much? I’m sorry.
It’s a weird look.
And he turned away and grunted, “I’m almost out of medicine, and I’ll go to the nurse and change you. I’m sorry.
“Here’s your phone. I brought it back. The police said they’d find the money soon. I’m sorry.
I pretended to be a good place to nod.
I’m surprised.
What’s wrong with the police?
As soon as the phone turned on, the message was ringing, and I was too busy turning to silence, whispering, “Sorry. I’m sorry.
99+messages and phone calls, most of them coming from light.
I returned a call to the conductor, and then I went back to some of the people who cared.
It’s been more than an hour without realizing it.
Three of my friends and roommates knew I was awake, came to the hospital in flames, surrounded my bed.
Let’s keep it quiet.
When people leave, I dare ask how I was saved.
And one of them told me in one sentence that he was a police officer who had been quelling.
“He didn’t wait for you in the study room, he sent you a message, you called and you didn’t answer, and then you turned off the phone, and he didn’t feel right, he asked a circle of people and said he didn’t know where you were. I’m sorry.
“He went to the police and said he couldn’t file a case for less than 24 hours, and he found us, and he dragged a couple of dormitory people, went to house-to-house surveillance near the snack street, just as a door monitor of a family caught a picture of the little black house, saw you being kidnapped, then the police opened a case, checked the vehicle surveillance along the way, and found you…”
“Soonly, you’re being moved by traffickers who have stayed there for a while because of the unequal distribution of the proceeds. I’m sorry.
I’m out, I’m cold, I’m afraid.
It’s a good thing he’s very alert and responsive.
Or I’ll be…
The three of them saw my heart stinging, and they were so busy trying to relax.
I feel better with them all the afternoon.
I’ll get them back to school as soon as it’s too late, and I’ll probably get me a shot before I graduate.
The feast is coming in, stay with me.
I’m hiding in a blanket and sneaking a message.
He didn’t return me.
I’d like to call him, but it’s still here, and it’s probably not happy.
Just as I was trying to find a way to keep the feast, the conductor came with his parents.
As soon as they received the news, they rushed from their homes.
My mom looks like she’s gonna cry: “Honey, Mom and Dad are here, Mom and Dad are here. I’m sorry.
I was so gentle with her, I told her I was fine.
After my mom insisted, they took the day off with the supervisor and took me home as soon as I got out of the hospital.
10
Four or five days at home, like the princess.
Eat, sleep, eat.
I’m coming out of the shadow of being trafficked, and I’m starting to jump.
He told me back the other day that he was cooperating with the police and had not seen his cell phone.
I haven’t been in the past for a few days, and I’ve been in touch with him on my cell phone.
I miss my finals and I want to go back to school.
I can’t believe this school doesn’t have a deadline.
But my mother was afraid that there would be retaliation from the traffickers, so I could stay at home for a while, and then I could take a retake.
I’m doing what I want.
I’m suffocating at home and I can’t help but have a circle of friends.
Then, at the evening of the day, We received a call from him, full of light.
The sound of his panting, like running.
“Oh, you look out. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
“I’m downstairs. I’m sorry.
I pulled the curtains, and the light was downstairs.
He waved at me laughing.
I went down the stairs in my coat and jumped in front of him, and my face jumped, “Why are you here?” I’m sorry.
He rubbed my head and brought me a bag of sugared chestnuts out of his arms.
I’m still warm.
“I promised you something to learn.” I’m sorry.
“I saw your friends in the morning, thought I’d come back at noon without class. I’m sorry.
I was blessed with my heart, and suddenly my brain opened up and asked him, “Are you here to take me back to school?” I’m sorry.
He softly “um.”
I took him home with great pleasure.
Mom and Dad are glad to see you’re here.
At the table, with all the initiative to take me back to school.
My mom doesn’t approve.
My father thought I was going back to school, and the students were still studying, and as long as I stayed in school, the traffickers would not go to school and catch people.
She solemnly assured her parents that he would follow me from now until the winter break and would bring me home safely.
My mother was persuaded by my father, and she was groaning and jokingly saying, “Well, she’s a big girl.” I’m sorry.
And I heard it, and I saw it with a sense.
I didn’t think he was looking at me.
The sights just touched, and we were like electrocutors, and we turned our heads.
My mom let me go back to school.
After dinner, Seong-hye went home and lived next door on another street.
At night, I was lying in a bed, looking at the sugar on the table, fried chestnuts.
Sweet heart.
Close your eyes and have a nice face.
The more I wanted to look hot, the more I kicked the covers.
He wants to send him a message and talk.
But then he wondered if he didn’t have it.
I’ve got a lot to think about, what if it’s just the idea of caring for a childhood friend, and humanitarian.
Turning around, I would have been blindfolded and forced to sleep. I would have to wake up early to catch high iron.
In the middle of a dream, the sound of the water was ringing in the ears.
The water’s getting louder, and I opened my eyes.
Dude, what do I see?
Wear our pants and water in the tub!
The towel was on the side, so he looked like he was taking a bath.
I suddenly remembered I was crying in his arms in the hospital.
It seemed like a nice touch across the fabric.
Hey, hey, hey.
Ahem, no. That’s a dirty smile.
Get in the water!
Get in the water!
Get in the water!
I’m ordering you to get in the water.
The voice just fell, the T-shirt went so hard, he pulled a towel over his hand, covered his head and ran out of the bathroom.
The slipper also ran away with one.
He stood in front of the bathroom with a towel.
The brightest red, from his purified face to the bottom of his neck, and the reddest of his ears.
Mother, I used to call her Aunt Joan, and she was watching TV, hearing noise, and looking at it, “Son, what are you doing standing there without a bath?” I’m sorry.
“The water is too hot, I come out for some air, and I go back to the bath.” I’m sorry.
Aunt Joan wants to know what else she wants. She’s gone to the bathroom.
He leaned against the door, and the fog was scattered in the house, making his face more visible.
I’ll die laughing, spare me this dog.
Gaga.
The unchallenged tears come out of the mouth.
He squeezed his eyebrow and whispered, “Good boy, don’t look. I’m sorry.
I don’t care.
I just want to see.
It’s my mother’s day and I can’t help it.
My beautiful heart has long been a wild horse and an arrow of a string.
I can’t take it back.
Let’s go with the dust and live.
“Oh, come on, come on. And he smiled, and he took his glasses off the towel, and then he took them and put them on the shelf.
♪ I can’t ♪
♪ I’m sorry ♪
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
Who’s his name?
You’ve been robbed!
Eleven.
I’m sure and I’m sure that was just my name.
He knows I’m on his glasses!
So he used a towel to roll his glasses, so I was afraid I’d see a little skin.
Huh.
The sound of the water was ringing in my ears, and We were wrapped in white towels, and my heart was as ashes.
When did he know?
How did he know?
My name is Lin Yu.
After a while, there was no movement around, I was picked up lightly and I saw the sky again.
“Pipe”? “and whispered to me with his eye open,
He was wet with his hair, steamed red with his face, dripping with his hair and falling indiscriminately.
It’s a little late tonight.
“You still there? “The sound of light and cold mixed with an undetectable panic.
I made up my mind not to talk.
What a shame.
I don’t want to talk to handsome anymore.
Go to sleep and let me go home.
“Okay, I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow. He smiled and put on his glasses and went to his bedroom.
♪ I can’t ♪
♪ I’m sorry ♪
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
Why does he even know what I’m thinking?
Is that what I think it is?
Help!
I decided to try him again.
And We said in our hearts: “Small down, lightness, and no abdomen, surely none.” I’m sorry.
And he smiled, and he said, “Who says I don’t, I’m not the fat one when I was a kid, but I’ve been working since I was eight. I’m sorry.
And We answered, “I do not believe unless you give me two eyes.” I’m sorry.
He bowed his head and put his glasses in the air like he grabbed my whole body. I’m responsible for it. I’m sorry.
Help! He really can read!
That’s why he came to class that day with a little cake and a little sugared chestnut.
No wonder in the hospital that day, the feast said that I wouldn’t have been taken away if I hadn’t bought the guacamole.
I didn’t say anything about buying a durian.
The answer now speaks for itself.
When he saw me not talking for a long time, he took off his glasses and dried up a little bit of the water.
I took a look at his bedroom, was clean, was cold and simple.
The bookshelf contains a variety of books, and the table is a few simple daily items, but the most attractive for me is the one on his bed.
Two children, a boy and a girl, the boy was beautiful, the girl was fat and cute, wearing a flower dress.
That’s the original of the wallpaper he locked up.
That snotty, fat girl, isn’t it me?
No, no, no.
But the silver bracelet on that fat girl’s hand, and I also have a dowry from my grandmother’s family, and now it’s on my hand, so no one can do that.
This picture, I really don’t remember.
When I was a kid, I laughed at the fat, and I was fat.
That’s a pretty bad one.
It’s only been two, three hours, and I’ve lost my whole life face.
“Good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
Who wants to see you tomorrow?
Let me get this straight today.
I have a right to know the truth about something.
And I want to see my abs!
Sitting up, squeezing down, explaining to me the story.
In the night of silence, his voice was low and magnetic, as if it were a good sleeper, and I was drowsy.
He stated that, approximately two months ago, on his way back to school, he saw an old grandmother fall on the floor and took her to hospital.
When Grandma woke up, she said there were people on the street who wanted to help her.
“She gave me a sanctuaries as a way of giving thanks to me, saying that she was able to ward off evil from evil and to keep safety.” I’m sorry.
“Of course I don’t believe it, but she said it helped my favorites get away with it, and if I had to carry it, I wouldn’t throw it in the closet. I’m sorry.
Says he unbuttoned the key button.
Open, and there’s a round button in it.
And I thought about it, “Well, it looks like I’m in your glasses because I’m not wearing it.” I’m sorry.
“When I was caught by a trafficker, you could hear my heart, so I was saved. I guess that’s what Grandma said. Or when you find me, I’m probably all over my waist.” I’m sorry.
He touched his eyes and legs as if he were pacing me, and then he abated: “I was really shocked that you were in my glasses because I could hear your voice, but it was only when you were in, and I couldn’t read your heart, but I didn’t think it would have anything to do with the button. I’m sorry.
“Now, that’s probably the reason for the button. I’m sorry.
He said, “I’m sorry, but if I didn’t mock you, you wouldn’t have been ..”
“Oh my God, you’re wrong,” and I broke him up funny and comforted him by saying, “Who would have thought that there were so many students in the fruit shop who would run into the traffickers? It was an accident, and I was saved. I’m sorry.
“Oh, you think I’m in your glasses, so you know I’m caught, and lucky you got a camera, and one of you found the surveillance, and the traffickers had the chance to split it up. Inequality, stay where you are…”
“It all happened so well, but it was reasonable, and the police solved the case so fast that I was saved. I’m sorry.
“Maybe it’s this peace that protects me in the middle of the world, and it’s incredible that I am possessed of your glasses.” I’m sorry.
In conclusion, I said, “So it was you who did good and then benefited me. I have no reason to blame you for the consequences. I’m sorry.
But why is my luck so bad?
Nice and easy for Grandma. Good for you.
I helped Grandma, and they caught her.
“Do you want to see my abdomen?” I’m sorry.
I’m in a good mood. Hey, smile.
“Let’s hear it from Big Brother.” He knocked on the frame.
♪ I can’t ♪
I didn’t think you were such a person.
A few seconds later.
“Fucking brother.”
I don’t know.
The ellipsis is about what gets red eye disease. The author is not afraid. I’m not sure.
12
The next morning, she was waiting in my living room.
I couldn’t even look at him more, I was afraid I’d come up with something I couldn’t give him.
When I got to the station and sent my parents, I stood there, and my mouth couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t hold it.
“Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head and I followed him.
He carried a bag back, and his hand was empty.
I looked a little itchy.
Then behold, the hand reached me.
I raised my head with joy, and followed him in three steps and two steps.
Pow, my little hand holds his big hand.
His fingers turned a few times.
The hand-to-hand is turned into a ten-finger.
And We caused him to scratch his hand with his little thumb, and looked at him with a sharp look.
He smiled, and he leaned over my forehead and said, “You have to hold on to me, I fear you will be lost again.” I’m sorry.
In the afternoon, we went to school.
I was given milk and tea by three innocent roommates.
I waited for a while, and I didn’t see him come back, and I had to find him.
Just a few steps away from the corner, a beautiful woman stopped in front of a young man and held his shoulder in his arms.
I was in a flash.
You’re so fat, you’re carrying me with a pretty girl.
I’m pissed off. I’m pissed off.
I’m going to run up and ask questions.
When I was close, I heard the voice of a beautiful girl: “Son, let’s spend some money, I’ve been in a tight hands lately.” I’m sorry.
Her face turned her down cold.
He turned around and held me in his arms.
“Present, this is my girlfriend. I’m sorry.
“We grew up together. I’m sorry.
“I’m going to have my family’s money, and I’m going to talk to my aunt. I’m sorry.
“Hey, isn’t this the little girl in your phone album? I’m sorry.
Cousin! * And I’m not afraid of it *
Ah, well, I got a big red face in a flash.
It’s a nice cousin, to be honest, I haven’t seen much.
My cousin was so handsome with a hair, “I’ll see you later.” I’m sorry.
And he dragged me back, and looked a little ugly: “You shall see her later, and stay away from her, and she has too many friends, and I do not trust you with her.” I’m sorry.
“I know, I know, I know, I know. I’m sorry.
Go downstairs and say good-bye.
He asked me what I had planned for the night.
I said I’d probably have dinner with him. He told me to go back to school and tell him that he’d set me up a reception and go to hell.
“There may be more people. You come with me. I’ll introduce your boyfriend to them. I’m sorry.
Words, smiles, faces are pure and innocent, and eyes are clear: “Do you mind if I go? I’m sorry.
“I don’t think he likes me very much. Maybe I didn’t do it well. I’m sorry.
I watched him play silently.
And he said to me, with a small hint, “Do not fight for me, and there is nothing wrong with the feast; it may be machismo, impulsive, unconscionable.” I’m sorry.
Smiling to death, he’s not a little bit ridding himself of potential enemies and not giving anyone any chance to dig up the walls.
But he thought too much.
I grew up together, but I didn’t have that kind of mind about the party.
I was staring at the light.
And he touched his face, and his eyes were a little dark: “What, do I have something on my face?” I’m sorry.
“Probably because I was so excited to sleep with you last night. I’m sorry.
“I’m not as well dressed as a feast, and I don’t know how to protect my skin. I’m sorry.
Help, he has tea!
I love it!
Maybe that’s what lovers look like.
(concluded)
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The baby dog brother is a moonbuster.
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
Wait!
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
