My name is Xiandu.
I have a man in my heart, Nam Yi.
Namgi and I were young, and he was beautiful, like a little sun.
And I’m so quiet and I don’t laugh.
One.
Everybody likes Nancho.
Me too.
Two.
Nanjo asked me out one day and the phone screen was on for a second before I fell asleep.
I didn’t sleep at all.
Deletion and reduction are just two words of the past.
Okay.
I picked up another hour’s clothes and tried them with big white beds.
I finally chose the first dress I tried, the light blue dress. This is the first time he’s asked me out. I think something will happen tomorrow.
Maybe he wants me?
The next day.
He smiled at me with a girl in her clothes.
I don’t know what I looked like, but it must be ugly.
3
Nanjing didn’t notice.
He scratched his head and smiled and said to me, “It’s white, my new friend.” But she just sprained her foot. I took her to a doctor. We’ll have dinner sometime.
The girl in his arms surrounded his neck and laughed at me.
She’s really good-looking, unlike me, and she’s good-looking, and she’s so good-looking and harmonious.
And I was speechless, and of course I did not question him at this time, as a woman of grievance, and cried out at him.
I did not believe that he knew not what was in my heart, and that he had not believed in it for more than a decade, from the beginning of his teeth to the beginning of his love, but I was not in his eyes.
I’ve always been overspoken, and at this point I can only say, “Well.” I’m sorry.
Light blue fairy dress, like a tsunami joke, flooding my heart.
4
After that day, I sat down.
Nan Jing looked at her and saw her.
Why can I see it, because that is what I have asked for for for decades.
I tried to ask him out, waited an hour, and he said to me, “The white mother went to the hospital and he couldn’t leave her behind.
Okay.
I’m still so back to him.
Seems to him I only agree.
Let’s go for a run!
Okay.
Let’s go home today!
Okay.
I’ll take care of Baek Yi first!
I don’t know.
Okay.
Year and year, they feel low in the dust and have no power to bloom.
5
Since then, the name of the white man has appeared as if it were a stereo around it, often: the father of the white man is unknown and has suffered much, but she is strong.
Mother Paik is sick, poor, working three times a day.
It’s heartbreaking that the white man never asks.
And the scoffing of the south, and my smile without a shadow, and my hand, holding the chopsticks, was tightened.
“Nang Yi. I said, “Leave it alone. I’m sorry.
He was still smiling and he was embarrassed to touch the back of his head: “Hey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
It was as if he had a bit of difficulty, hidden in the eyes of the sun’s warm amber, and my anger spreads like a poking balloon.
I bowed my head, black hair covered my eyelashes.
Idiot.
I almost hate him. I blame him for his ignorance and ignorance.
I was dark and nobody loved me anyway.
It’s no surprise that I’m paranoid, holding him tight or dragging him into the mud.
Six.
Nanjo and I went to school today.
The autumn is cold and everything is dead.
He was talking to me around a brown scarf, and he walked in front, turned around, stepped on the moisten, and suddenly stopped, and his hands slipped over my head and spread out in front of me.
And a bright yellow leaf and a light yellow pupil, and Shatser, and the yellow autumn, which was somewhat cold, was a beautiful fall.
He lit up all autumn.
7
“You’re the Twilight? It’s a very special name. I’m sorry.
The girls around are smiling.
White Shiraito has recently been bullied by gangsters, often blocked from school for money in the alley, and she was asked to come home with us one day after she found out.
She’s in the hospital, she’s in the house, she’s in the house.
The South is a big rich house, with a huge queue and a big car for school. My family lived close to his home, and my parents were good friends, and we were in one university, two families together, so we went to school together every day. When my mother told me about it, her eyes bent out of a soft, narrow arc.
We meant betrothal.
From the words of the tooth to the walking, to the silly hugging of the other, to the mouth of the toothless, to the slitting of his body, to the appearance of a young man.
He was the second and last man in my world, except my father, who gave me the father’s love that a girl deserves, and Nanjo was my companion for the rest of my life.
I’ve never liked other boys, and I’ve never lied to them, and it’s even colder. I see them as someone other than a man or a woman, who cannot be my father, let alone my companion, whose zeal often confuses me or even pitys me.
Pity to them daily, and to a girl who has not even treated them right, sends out the innocent roses, destined to die in the garbage.
I was asked what I like about boys.
From a man who’s always looking at me with a blind eye.
Desperate, confused.
If you like it too, it’s Nanjo.
8
In a smooth car, the girl with the white dress bends her eyelids, and the face is aptly awkward, as if she was excited to mention my name.
I didn’t say anything, just looked at her.
The first time Nanjo brought the girl home, she seemed very impressed, and I could almost imagine the South’s surprise.
They were said to have met on a road where a man who touched the china picked the car of the south central, moaning in front of his car and making a look of being hit. The South drivers were surprised to see that when they pulled people to one side, they had to re-start the car and were seen by passing whites who thought they were trying to escape, and they were cut off with justice in front of the car.
And then, at the place where Nanjo asked me, I saw her hugged.
9
I’m indifferent to my indifference.
This is reflected in the surprising look of the South Korean co-driver.
I’m in a state of rigidity and frustration, but I can’t stand it.
In the end, disguise is a disguise, a real comparison, a self-evident answer. I was never a good species or a lovely man compared to white.
The car was cold and embarrassing.
I turned my head out of the window, and the tower was back, and it was getting blurry.
Lighten up.
Home.
10
I had my first fight with Nam Yi.
We’re having a meal in Nanzhou, and we’re curious to visit, and then we’re gonna break something.
I looked over, and a crystal lily fell on the floor, crushed, and each piece reflected a thin light.
I’m holding on to her, and I’m going to push her over.
This is a gift from me to Nanjo.
“Aah! He’s obviously thinking that he’s down with me to pick up those pieces.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it.”
“Shut up. “I interrupted her desire and watched her face pale.
“I’m sorry, I can pay you back. I’m sorry.
“Record? Huh? You!”
I mean, why is this crystal lily missing? Besides, it was the only time I had the courage to give him a gift.
“How will you pay for it?”
She seems to have been stabbed in pain, and she cried in her face: “Sorry, I don’t have the money, but I’ll pay you back.”
It seemed as if I was sarcastic about poverty. He said, “No, it is nothing but a crystal. I’m sorry.
He’s soft and sincere, and I can’t believe I’m staring at him.
And half of it I said, “Yes, it is but a flower.” I’m sorry.
Eleven.
The night was dark, the trees were thin outside the window.
I’m lying in bed.
There’s nothing on the ceiling, but I’m just staring at it.
With a little relief in mind, the warm water is about to awaken.
Everyone is asleep, as if the night had divided the moment into two worlds, and everything can be settled in this quiet.
It’s like something fell on the pillow.
And We turned on the light, and there was a book lying still, on the cover of the ink, without a name, and I was surprised that it appeared in the air, but I opened it with a strange impulse.
In a hurry, I saw my name.
The light in the bedroom was on overnight, and when the bird sounded, I touched my eyes, and there was a slight swelling because of the big change of the night.
Sunshine is so generous, the Nanjo downstairs has come in, and he smiles and says hello to everyone: “Hello, auntie, have you had a small rise?” I’m sorry.
I looked all over the room and there was no ink-green book.
12
Mom’s calling me, apparently surprised at my bed.
I said, “Mom, I’m sorry, I’m a little uncomfortable. I’m sorry.
It was used as an excuse not to go to school and to steal one day’s leisure.
My room is on the second floor, and the cinnamon twig outside the window will come in, and I’ll look down with the window stand, and the south is down, like a disappointment, and I’ll get in the car.
Last night, we broke up, and Baek offered to go home early. She was sent back by the Nan family driver.
I looked at his hair, and in the morning sun there was a little golden light.
I know why he’s bored, but.
But.
He was the one who watched me die a few years later.
I looked at the childishness of his face, compared to the words in the book, and I was a little bit of unsure vomiting, and I slowly reached his throat.
13
According to the book, I will then “smuggle” and then fight again and again because of this and Nanjo, and I will end up with a madman who will kidnap him, who will know that the kidnappers have repented and I will be trapped with him.
I don’t know.
He finally chose her.
It’s a perfect “bad girl with evil” life.
At least in the reader ‘ s view, the girl was born famous and young and wanted to be finally solved by love and hatred and then the prince and the girl lived happily ever after.
I was naturally surprised at the beginning, then afraid, and relieved, no wonder I was “silent.”
Then I think about it, and I do.
Last night, I did have a bad mind about white.
If she disappears…
I know how dark I am and I want to die for nothing, and for me it’s really not something to break the moral threshold. I don’t feel guilty either.
14
Someone knocked on my door this afternoon.
He’s got a hard hair and a young face.
We asked, “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
“You didn’t come to class. You thought you were walking around the house. “It’s still hard to talk, except I’m lazy today.
He sat next to me, he looked over his shoulder, and I sat on a floating window, and I smelt a guacamole.
His face was clear, and his pupils were dark, as though he had seen everything, and We turned our heads with him, if nothing happened.
“Hey, do you ever think about living in a book? I’m sorry.
15
“What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
“Me? I’m fine. I’m sorry.
“Leave.” You never ask such an empty question. You’re interested in nothing. I’m sorry.
“Ha? Do you know me well?” I looked at him, and I looked at him like a provocation.
“Not much. A little more than yourself. He laughed.
“In view of your unusual interest today, I will answer you with respect. * He pulls down the window, stretches out a lazy waist, moves up with a green ink coat, reveals his waistline in secret, and flows. *
And he turned his back to me, and put his hand on the doorknob, and whispered, “So what?” I’m sorry.
16
I’m starting to think I’m crazy.
A book whose path is not clear, desperate, and the unknown future opens the wings of Satan.
At night, the noise downstairs, the light of the car.
I slowly walked down the escalator, cold iron sculpted heart.
The servants whispered in a zealous, gossiping tone.
“Hey, did you see that?”
“No, what’s so funny? I’m sorry.
“You don’t know yet, I tell you…”
No need to listen. I know what they’re saying. The white father found her, and the white father was powerful and vowed to give her all the love she owed.
That book told me.
17
I’m not surprised. I even know what happens next.
That’s a real girl.
Nam Jing found out that he was his childhood friend and that she was getting better and better.
And I’m just a poor patch, making useless suffocation for their glorious love.
18
He came to me tonight and I turned him away.
19
The maid whispered, said my jokes.
Doesn’t matter.
I’ve heard big since I was a kid.
Business union, when my mother conceived me, father cheated.
From then on, my mother used to faint.
When she’s awake, she’ll ask me about Nanjo and touch my face with warm hands, and she’ll go crazy and look at a painting that never ends.
Ha, big house, empty house.
20
The invitation came to me the night the White House came home.
The gold paper, the black book, makes it clear that it is hard to ignore the sense of existence.
According to the story, tonight I feel the crisis of Nanjo being taken away, and I’ll drag him into the garden to confess.
Nanjo would look at me, and then Baek would find us, running away with his mouth, and then Namchi would throw me after her.
What was he gonna say when he looked at me?
Says he’s been as surprised at me as he was at my sister?
I will never know the answer to that unfinished night.
Just watching him rush into the shadows of the white sand, nothing is worth it.
And I took the invitation carefully, and I put on the blue dress, and I smote my face, and I came out of the room, and I pressed the hand, and I said, “Brief, go to White House tonight.” I’m sorry.
My poor self-esteem.
Even though my heart is shaky, the wind and the rain are still on my face.
That’s all I can have: hopeless single love, cheap self-esteem.
21
The fragrance.
There’s a bunch of girls around Nanjo who look around like he’s looking for something. But the manners were excellent, at least the girls around him laughed.
He found me at the door, with my eyes open and politely apologizing and running to me.
I took a champagne and I stared at the microfloat.
“Sweet! “I thought you weren’t coming.” I’m sorry.
“I can’t stop?” I asked him.
“Uh… just thought you didn’t like the look of the chick. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you tell me why I don’t like her? I was staring at him.
When he looked around, he was afraid to look at me and whispered, “Because she broke the gift you gave me?” I’m sorry.
You really think so?
And We took his hand, and walked to the garden of the White House, and the faster, the faster, the more it was, the more it was written in the book, the more it was, the more it was, the more it was.
I’ve always had a higher self-esteem, so I won’t let go of it, but I’ll do it when I know what’s embarrassing.
Maybe I’m really upset.
The garden was silent in its depths, and I stopped looking at the eyes of the south, and said, “I like you.” I’m sorry.
His pupils were yellow, warm and sweet like honey, and looked at me slightly.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say what I had seen the horns of the long skirt.
White.
I suddenly lost interest.
“When I said nothing, good night. I’m sorry.
I ran away with what I knew.
What is so ridiculous about moths that are destined to burn?
I ran so hard, and for the first time I was so defiant, I met a man on the way to stop me, and I used my strength to take him and run.
I don’t know how long it took me to stop. The man I pulled was quiet, and I took a breath on my knee and looked at him.
It’s him.
22
The man who visited me with no heart in the day, the son of the house, the bridge.
Quite cynical, cold and paranoid, sent me a rose, and the rose died in the trash.
I know he likes me in a way I don’t understand.
And he, laughing, said: Poor thou! I’m sorry.
And We turned away from him, but today We smote him by mistake and dragged him through Our hidden path.
“Good night to you too. “Respiration is back to normal, and I have no intention of saying more.
Anywhere, as long as there’s no one, let me… be quiet, stay.
“Ooh, look up. “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.
Long Star crosses over his head and will cross countless provinces.
Ten thousand miles to the moon, thousands to the stars.
The story, the love, the hate all go away from me, and the bridge lies on the lawn with its hands on it.
I lay him down in sexual studies, and the noble skirts were unmindful to the land.
23
Dreams are dreams, reality is always disgusting.
Nancy’s late today.
Come in behind him, apologize, sit down.
A man whispered: “I heard that the father of the white man was born.” I’m sorry.
“Who doesn’t like her?” I’m sorry.
Nanjo likes, I don’t like.
After class Nam-chul was behind me.
“Sweet! I’m sorry.
I didn’t listen to him. His voice is coming closer.
He shouted, “Truth!” I’m sorry.
And said: What is the matter with you, that you turn away from me? I’m sorry.
There was no one, and he whispered, shamelessly, to me, and I couldn’t see the light.
“You… what did you mean last night? I’m sorry.
I said, “What did I tell you yesterday?” I’m sorry.
And he was surprised. He said, “Nothing. Yesterday you suddenly ran away and I went after you.” I’m sorry.
He threw up his tongue: “You ran too fast, I didn’t catch up, and my father took away.” I’m sorry.
“Do you have anything to say to me? I’m sorry.
He looked at me like a puppy.
I touched his face.
My hands are always cold and slowly cut from his straight nose to his lips.
I said, “That’s what I mean. I’m sorry.
He got excited at once: “Really? Do you like me, Doo? I’m sorry.
He jumped in there a few times, he looked excited, and he jumped over and gave me a big hug.
“Shall we be together?”
He’s warm, and I don’t have the temperature.
I wrinkled my head.
Wrong.
It’s not like that.
24
I should’ve said it, and then I heard the run, and I went after him.
The fire in the south is burning, and our relationship is in hiding.
But that’s not it. He said he liked me and would be my boyfriend.
It’s not right. I’m calm.
Warm, warm like sunshine, how much I long for.
And We pushed the Nanchi, and said: “The one who played with you as a child is white.” I’m sorry.
I lack love, but I fear death.
The book set me a happy ending, and the readers were excited.
If I’m with Nam Yi, I’ll end up separated by a white one.
I’m really scared to die.
I fell off a cliff and died.
The sun is too big for me, and I’m still cold and tight.
I’m dead. How can my crazy mom live?
I’m not going back.
25
“You promised him, right? I’m sorry.
The poor cry of Chu is white.
She was staring at me, with red eyes, and it seemed that the white father did love her, and the clothes were upgraded.
The owner of the White House is said to have been single since her mother fled.
God damn it.
“What do you care? Like Nanjo went to confess to him and haunted me and made me think you liked me. I’m sorry.
“You! The first time she showed clear anger, she quickly shed tears.
25
“What, disappointed? He didn’t like you and confessed to me? I’m sorry.
“You heard, what was the mood that night? I’m sorry.
And I walked by her indifferently, and whispered, as soon as I was near to her, “Good, pure, but so.” I’m sorry.
What a mean word.
She shouted behind me: “What do you understand, a lady who eats the bell?” Do you know him?”
“Do you know he came to help me when I was bullied? He was so good to me! I’m sorry.
“You don’t know, he told me himself that he didn’t want to be with you! Ha! What are you pretending to be? Are you being strong? Will you not cry?” I like him. Does he like you? I’m sorry.
Love blinds people. First me, then her.
But how lucky she is that she’ll end up with Nanjo without feeling heartbreak. She wins, I lose. I see love that doesn’t belong to me, and she takes them away from me.
Before they lived happily together, I rolled down the cliff and pulled the curtains of this ridiculous script.
My bell bell bell bell bells, and never look up to the moon that day.
There’s no bridge.
There’s no bridge.
26
The bridge stood in the shade and leaned by the trunk in his favorite iron triangle. He was wearing a black coat, and the white headphone line was slightly shaking on the surface of his clothes. His cheek moved like gum chewing, staring at a point on the ground, with his eyes wide open and a bubble coming out.
“Hey! * I went to him, “What are you doing?
The bubble burst, and he chewed it up again, and his eyes made it look as if he was insolent. I’m sorry.
He always looked like he had no heart, but he thought better than me, and though he didn’t know what was going on, he would comfort me in his own way.
Perhaps I am now weak and feel warmer from this, and I think the most useless, cheapest, emotional.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
He was surprised to see me, standing right in front of me: “Well, you don’t know so much about good people. I’m sorry.
I’ve managed to follow him in silence.
The hand I pulled last night was probably warm, and then he came up and sweated in the places he touched.
If that’s when Nanjo reached out to me.
Wouldn’t it be possible, in a long ordeal, to grab the hand of a cliff stone and lose power at a little bit?
A little, sweat, a flash, a star, and together, run.
And suddenly I unlocked what shackles, and ran for the hand that he leaned down, and the crystals in the bag were ringing, and the wind was on me, and the hair of my hair was on me, and the wind was rolling. Who cares about the wind? Who cares about the rain? Who cares?
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
“Fuck me! * I’m more vocal than anyone who pretends to be *
So, whatever it is, run.
27
His short hair, which he had carefully managed, was tumultuous in the wind, with a verbular eye.
And he looked at me, “You are so uncertain. I’m sorry.
I breathed, and the cold wind went down my throat, and it was all itchy.
“Huh, it’s not the first day I met. I’m sorry.
He grunted, his long fingers swung his forehead, he showed his bloated hair, he said nothing about me, and soon he rubbed my hair.
As he bowed, a falling leaf on the side of the slab turned and gruntled along the way out of my sight.
Does he know the leaves that fell on my head that day? When his brother was taken off my head, did he tell him if Namchi’s hands were cold or warm?
But it’s gone, and I can’t talk.
“I’m happy. “Shinbashi says:
“Then you should thank me. I shot his hand.
He laughed: “I usually express my gratitude in a way that is a promise. I’m sorry.
I said, “Well, I admit, I thank you. I’m sorry.
“and your whole family. I’m sorry.
He laughs too much, and the five officials are too old to wear out.
And the geese of the far sky passed, and the mountains were mistened, and the coolness shocked the soul.
Winter comes, fall falls and the leaves fall, and sleep forever.
28
I wonder now and then, if I accept Shinhashi, won’t it end up in a book?
The question is: If you spend the rest of your life with one, will you choose the one you love or the one you love?
Unfortunately, reality is often not black or white.
Do I like Nam Yi? Or did I just like him for a second? Do you like me? The spirit changed and the mother had chosen to like her father, but he had only a few moments to show up and run the scene.
I don’t like Nanjo so much, and Shinhashi doesn’t like me so much.
Today, Shinhashi has forced me to give me a bouquet of lilies, which, while he cares, he looks elsewhere. The lilies are not like the crystals We sent to the south, and they are expensive and fragile, and these are fresh and elegant on their hands, and the dew is in them; and We cut the next one and throw it in the trash without a taste.
I don’t like lilies, though I once longed for that love, so I gave a lilies to Nanjo. That is the moment of my rare panic: Does he know what I feel?
And to the king until the white head, and the pure will never be lost for a hundred years.
Unfortunately, it was broken, and no one was asking for justice for it, and humans were pulling out, heartbreaking or indifferent, and its broken body reflected the world.
I’m not a lilies, I don’t like flowers that are useless, I’ve long known that I don’t deserve it, but I’m proud of myself in another space.
Although things are unexpected now, love, I will never touch it again.
People like me, don’t contaminate love.
Fish and palms, I don’t want any.
It’s like the shadows intersect, and eventually it’s still separate. The travelers lay down their hands in front of them, looking away — the sun rises slowly, and in the other direction, there is only one shadow in the full moon, the colour of the grass blurs the border between black and white, the old days pass away and the heavens and the earth shine.
Is it because the sun is too bright, or is it the regret that wakes up?
29
In addition to their childhood, when they met and were separated from each other, they were not only “contracted to marry” (the book describes that, if there is a writer, it must be a flower of love) but they were also abducted and rescued together.
Mother Paik, a former university student from a small town, was drugged overnight, entered the home of the White House owner, had a bead on her, and the White House owner had been looking for her, hiding her until she needed better medical treatment and was transferred to a major hospital.
“I” knew about them by accident, as well as that they had tokens, and “I” saw them warm up and stole them and misled the south.
It’s a shame to know whether it’s good or evil or whether it’s the will of the writer, but at the end I ended up like a jumper.
So I’ll tell Nam-chul the truth and ask them to be together.
30
I went to school today to see them come together and laugh.
Very good.
My father’s bastard son came to the house, and the mother was excited and he was in the corner.
I beat him out.
When the bastard passed by Singhashi, he was taken out by his bodyguard.
He looked, put his hand in his pocket, and his thin lips started, and he laughed.
“Hello. I said:
“Let’s cooperate. I’m sorry.
31
And when we were with one another, my father asked for flowers, but I was recognized only in my home, and the Shinashi, his brother, was an illegitimate son.
But he’s more powerful than I, the heir to the family.
I offered to cooperate, and he helped me to take power over the family, and I facilitated the two.
“No marriage?”
“None. I’m sorry.
“It may be faster. I’m sorry.
“Rejected. I’m sorry.
“You still think about him?”
“…no. I’m sorry.
“Really?”
“Really. I’m sorry.
“I heard the South House loser is getting engaged, and the White House’s… I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“What do I care? I’m sorry.
“Don’t call him that. I’m sorry.
32
“Sweetie, you’ve been avoiding me lately. I’m sorry.
Nanjo seems to have grown a lot overnight, becoming something I don’t understand.
And his beauty was no more harmless, but he was so aggressive as to be near the bridge, and when he looked down and looked at me for a long time, he was under pressure even for me.
I don’t look at him anymore. I’m just looking at the pen in my hand, and I’m like, “How? I’m sorry.
“But you and Shinhashi…”
“I hear you’re getting engaged to White House. Congratulations. ”He seems to have been punched by someone, and he’s down.
“This is a stopgap measure, I…”
“Don’t have to say it, I hope you’re better at it. I looked at him and said, “Tell her if you like, don’t repress yourself, and above all, give her enough security.” I don’t know if I’m talking to myself.
“That’s all. I’m sorry. “I needed to leave, and for the first time I left him behind.
I’ve always looked at him before, I’ve looked at him laughing at him, I’ve watched him go away, I’ve seen him hugging the white.
Hopeless eyes are useless flowers, and from the moment I choose to turn around, the petals are dead, and the two worlds are clear.
I whispered, “Sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“I’ve been swaying for you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
He’s probably crying.
You don’t have to apologize.
It’s not supposed to be.
32
Instead, I slowly began to appreciate the white light, coming out of such a difficult environment and still maintaining a kind heart.
It’s not me. It’s in the book.
“Perhaps it was so pure that it was not dyeed, that it attracted the south, that he could see the evil face of the plumes and reap his happiness. I’m sorry.
Huh.
And what I appreciate is not the innocence of the white, but that I hide beneath the pure surface, and that I do as I do, by every means and madness.
Her way of survival is to use “goodness” as a weapon in an appalling environment, and those who pity her do not dare attack her.
Who’d want to bully a poor girl and make him look like a bad guy?
And my way of survival is to arm myself with indifference and to reject all possible harm or good.
Let’s hope that the White Shiraito will use his means to “live a happy life.”
They created it.
33
Six months later.
When I saw my father’s implausible face, I didn’t seem to have imagined the excitement.
I sat in the chair in the middle of the room, and the two rows of directors were silent.
My dear father has become an outsider who can only eat dividends.
And I’m going to be the new chairman.
His teeth were gnawing, his cheekbones were bulging, and his past look was gone.
And that is how he lied to my mother, the only heir to the family of Dou, with such good skin.
Unfortunately, now his face is crawling with wrinkles.
He’s old.
34
The sound of his heels was thrown on the floor, staff members were bowing their heads and remaining curiosity.
“Congratulations, dinner tonight. I’m sorry.
“No way. I’m sorry.
“Don’t be so cruel…”
I put my phone in front of his face: “There’s an appointment. I’m sorry.
“Hey, you’d rather say yes than yes to me. Is my position lower than her? I’m sorry.
“Hmm-hmm. “It’s hard for me to speak with ease, but since I put down that unchallenged feeling, I feel like I’ve broken some heavy locks, and I’m going to get out of the way.
The South Whites, they’re close, they don’t know what to do.
Whatever, I’m interested in her.
35
Then the waiter brought coffee, and departed quietly.
I took a shallow sip, the heat rose, blurring the white man across.
She still likes white, sitting there like a white lotus flower, with little red eyes, as if I had bullied her, and already several people looked at me.
“What can I do for you? I’m sorry.
She looked back and looked at me like she couldn’t help.
“He’s been thinking about you, and he’s going to look at your pictures and laugh, and one day he’s coming back with no umbrella, wet head to foot. I’m sorry.
I didn’t talk, and she didn’t look like she needed me to say anything, in her own world.
“It is clear that our encounter is as destined as it is, but there is one of you.” I said you discriminated against me, and he said that I should be more understanding of you, and apologize to you! I’m sorry.
“Oh, my, she’s kind. I’m sorry.
“I just saw her poor…”
Nanjo used to say that he should have seen his own eyes.
“I’m not interested in you. Just short. I’m sorry.
“I just want to know if he loves me or loves you. I’m sorry.
She lays down her unmoved coffee and smiles at me strangely, and the madness in her eyes suffocates like fire.
Stunning.
I can’t believe it’s a big deal.
36
The rough rope broke my wrist and I struggled lightly, but I couldn’t make it.
He’s got two men next to him.
“I will pretend to be kidnapped with you. She’s funny, she smiles, and she says, “Do you think Nam-gi will choose you or me?” I’m sorry.
I leaned down, and I made it clear to him that he would leave me alone.
“Imbeciles. I said:
“What did you say?” She was angry at me.
I’m just whispering and not talking.
I’ve come out of that circle, and love can no longer stand in my way, high-level tailor-made shoes, hand-made clothes, decent work and identity are nothing but my trust, my grace, and now all I’ve got is my hands, my hands, my eyes, my eyes.
And she’s still acting like a pitiful woman on a precarious stage, singing about herself, using tears as a weapon, good as an excuse, but the world of adults is not the end of the day when no one can laugh.
And I, long ago, was me.
The white man had been tied to a container and had his hair covered half his face, as if he had been abused.
“I’ll give you anything you want. Let them go! “Sang Qi is in front of the warehouse and is in a state of great urgency.
Two men looked at each other.
“Did you get the ransom? I’m sorry.
“A million, all here. He opened the box and pushed it carefully.
A million is the limit that Nanjo, who has not yet become a southern home, can take.
And a man was sure to be true, and he laughed with his arms: “You were wrong, a million, one man. I’m sorry.
“You!”
And one of them was a knife over my neck and upon the neck of the white-haired.
Well, I keep my neck in oil every day.
Choose one, sir. I’m sorry.
“I’ll get another million. Let her go! I’m looking at you.
“We can’t afford to wait, we can’t afford to take revenge. I’m sorry.
“Check one. Come on! I’m sorry.
And the white sound shivered, and cried, “South brother, help me! I’m sorry.
I watched them.
The southern lips tremble and close their eyes for a long time: “I choose…”
37
“I choose…”
I thought I didn’t care, but I thought a lot about it.
Young, young, old, quarrelling, conversing, proud.
I have seen all his faces, as if I had walked with him through the mountains of the river, and the two travelers had one another, nothing else.
No food, no water, no desert, no deep sea, and two people under the night, the shadows, are all alone.
Until a day when the sun rises, they turn their backs to different ends, and their heads will not return.
The crystals fell, splattered many angles, reflecting different places, different faces.
“I choose the white one…”
My dream with him for over 20 years ended.
“Oh, you don’t want this? I’ve heard that Ms. Nan Da-chou has grown up, and now it’s like…
“Shut up! * The white *
Nancy looked at me, opened his mouth and closed it.
“Miss Jing, my friend has sent you on your way. I’m sorry.
The men were laughing close to me, and their knives were shining.
Nan Jing couldn’t bear to see this scene and run out of the warehouse. The warehouse is an abandoned warehouse, the dust is flying in the sun, and the young people’s running attitude is not very clear.
I closed my eyes.
Do it! I’m sorry.
The bullet didn’t go into the body, and I slowly started to smile.
Huh.
38
The robber fell in front of me with his chest covered with incredible faces.
I threw out the rope and stood up alive.
It’s good to have hired mercenaries. Better than these two robbers.
I walked through the silly Nandu and White Shiraito, and was handed over with respect, and I gently filmed it in the arms.
Doo! You knew! “The eyes of the South are so red that they can’t believe, and they’re happy for the rest of their lives.”
“What the hell is going on…”
“The evidence of white-collaborating kidnappers is in there, let’s think first of all about how to get away with it. I’m sorry.
I will no longer listen to their quarrels, run by one, have little access to the suburbs, have a clear and transparent sun, and take a deep sip of it, like a drink of iced whiskey, with the intention of colliding with the chest.
Today, as one can see, a man leans on a car and looks up and up.
And the purple, bright and bright spring will surely be near.
I’m sorry.
One.
Sometimes it takes a little courage to do something.
For example, take out the flowers that are hidden in your heart, for example, by spitting shy words of love to others.
The longer we get along, the weaker we get.
Does she really like me? Do I like her? Who’s in my eyes? Can I make her happy?
Small, small.
Proud and fragile and beautiful.
On my 18th birthday, she passed the frosted crystal with a tiny cold finger, and I tried to find out if there was me in her world.
And We captured in her eyes the shadows of the flow, and we looked at them, and found a reflection.
I want to tell her.
Give her the roses all over the world and raise the stars in front of her.
We’re not just best friends, we’ll be the best partners. We’ll grow old together and hold hands under the same tombstone.
Two.
I croak, hover, gently press the “send” key.
“Do you have time tomorrow?”
I’m not far from the lights of the house where my heart lives.
I wait anxiously, lonelyly.
Time goes by.
I don’t know when. She replied:
“Okay. I’m sorry.
As if a flash of flowers were blooming, and I rejoiced.
3
The white twilight was an accident.
She was completely different from a minor, and she was weak, kind and not even able to protect herself. The first time I saw her, she was pushed down and took her wallet.
I tried to lift her up and she fell in my arms.
And We pushed her away with our hands and feet, and stood there with our heads, little by little.
She’s wearing a light blue dress, like a great fairy.
We’re not happy.
4
Later, the gift that he gave me was crushed by white twilight, and the next day she changed it to me.
I was supposed to apologize. I was supposed to placate her, but there was a strange force driving me away from her. It’s like someone told me I was born to be with her, but I don’t like her.
I hate my own feelings and try to resist with little.
She found her father. She’s the daughter of her family.
They want us to be married.
“Look at these two kids, how they fit together…”
“Yeah, yeah…”
I don’t like her! I was screaming in my heart, trying to resist ideas that were not supposed to be.
You’re meant to be together with White House…
Who? Who’s talking? Who? Come out! Why are you controlling me?
You love white…
No, I don’t love her! What I love is that I love…
Headaches crack.
And the three words between the lips are as if they were blocked.
I love you…
Small…
Fathers have three illegitimate children, who are the same age as me, standing in front of me, taller than I am.
Their eyes are full of cynicism, and what tore from me.
Yeah, I’m, uh, grown-up.
I heard my voice.
“Yes, I like white. I’m sorry.
Who controls me? Who mocked my cowardice? Who disappointed me? It doesn’t matter.
Some look like the moons of light, but they are the poor ones who are the masters of fate.
Destiny, power, weakness and indecisiveness are the greatest tragedy of all.
I was born so.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
