Do you have any suggestions for a girl who’s been chasing a man, who’s so proud that he’s after his wife at the crematorium?

Do you have any suggestions for a girl who’s been chasing a man, who’s so proud that he’s after his wife at the crematorium?

Wei’s been chasing him for 15 years, and he introduced his friend to my blind date to make me forget.

As he wished, we were together and he punched his friend in the face.

Ling Ling’s white moon is married, I thought I had a chance.

I stayed with him for six months, and watched him drunk, and watched him rot, and watched him awake.

He wrapped me in the morning light, and his limbs were wrapped up, and he tried his best to hold me tight.

And I tried to break away, but he said, “Don’t move, I miss.” I’m sorry.

Nim.

He hasn’t called me that for a long time since Song Yun Yi appeared.

It’s her name.

The plumes will not fall.

That’s what I feel asphyxiated every time I think of, like a sharp claw strangling my heart and then twisting my throat.

Now that she’s out of this relationship, we can finally be together.

Right.

A few days later, Ling Ling took me to meet his friend.

He introduced me to that man with a little smile, saying he was young, but nice, and we were right.

I looked at him, and he slowly looked at me, and his face was the usual juaquin. We saw what was in his eyes, and it was abrasive.

I was not sad at that moment, nor angry at him for pushing me to someone else, but calmed as if something had emptied me.

That’s what he gave me.

Or say no.

He’s refused me many times, more than I’m used to, and I’ve never been sad about his refusal again, not even a little bit of frustration.

I didn’t expect him to love me long ago.

In that moment, I realized that my feelings for him had disappeared.

The boy from across the street looked at me and whispered, “Hello, Lin. My name is Sung. I’m sorry.

And Song Yun was given a last name.

I thought I’d be quiet.

He didn’t wait for my answer, long eyelashes fanned a fan, like a bit of a rush, then he bent his lips and laughed: “I asked Ling to ask you out. Don’t be angry. I’m sorry.

And suddenly I remember, he was Song Yun-yun’s brother, and I was teaching him English during the summer of senior year.

When I was afraid that Ling Ling and Song Yin would be too close to each other, I tried to insert them, so I taught him to stay, and he refused, every day, in order to teach him to go back and back, and I repeated it in his ear. Every morning I went to his house with a script to block him, to make him sick, and to block my mouth so that his grades could rise fast.

Later he seemed to have taken a good college.

I took my mind from my memory and I smiled: “So what does this drink mean, you want to chase me?” I’m sorry.

His face was red.

Ling Jing looked at us and took a drink.

After a while, he said, “Is it okay?” I’m sorry.

I noticed that Ling Ling had dropped the glass and his fingers had knocked on the wall.

Sung-shin’s sight is burning, falling on my face, even with the illusion of burning.

I smiled, and made sure I had no feelings of discomfort or like revenge, and said, “Let’s try it.” I’m sorry.

Knocking on the glass wall stopped.

Sung-shin-shin, “Try? How?

And soon again, he said, “Okay… okay. I’m sorry.

We said, “I have no experience in the matter of love, so be friends.” I’m sorry.

Ling Ling has been drinking and laughing, “Yes, she has no experience. I’m sorry.

A word of understatement has taken 15 years of my hard work to him.

Of the three, only Sung-shin didn’t drink. He said he could take me home.

Ling Qing called for a new driver and saw me on Song’s side-drive, saying in a funny way that I feel the least safe, so don’t be involved with other girls after I’m with you.

I know his personality well, and I don’t think he’s making a mockery of it, but it’s only at this moment.

He feels a little guilty about me.

He was not unaware of these years of my pain and anxiety, and of my humbleness, carved before Song Yun-yun.

It’s just that the girl’s more important. He’s already partial before he starts choosing.

Start the car, step back, think of something, look at me.

And after a distance, We saw him in the rear-sighted mirror, with his long body leaning in the car, and a cigarette lit between his fingers and a red light shining in the dark.

A week later, he took my hand and kissed me downstairs when he took me home.

A kiss that meets his age, a little bit green.

Then he wanted to look at me and he was afraid to look at me, and he said, “See you tomorrow. I’m sorry.

The chords in my heart have been dialed by something, and that touch has made me a little confused.

If I fell in love with such a boy in adolescence, everything might be different.

I held his warm hand and looked at his face for a while, laughing, “That’s how people in their 20s fall in love.” I’m sorry.

He looked at me somehow.

“Come to my house. I’m sorry.

Song has moved his throat.

And then I realized, it was a sign of his passion.

At first, I didn’t plan to go much further with him.

My four-year-old boy, my brother from Song Yunyun, may have had a delicate affection for me at a young age, but in actual contact, that affection did not support his acceptance of my nature, including my size and shortcomings.

But in the end, we’ve known each other for two months.

He is increasingly taking over my time and my life, asking me what I want for dinner in advance, picking me up from work, two people going to the supermarket to buy food, and I’m in charge of washing him to cut and fire. One time, I gave him the spare key to help him find it.

When the key was in his hand, we all fainted.

“Why don’t I move here?” he says. I’m sorry.

I said no.

He immediately said, “I’m kidding. I’m sorry.

And then, carefully, you try to test me, “Can I move next door to you?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know if it’s been two days since he moved into the house next door that was empty for two years and knocked on the door in the middle of the night and asked if he could borrow it from my bathroom.

After cleaning, he stood there to wipe his hair, saying that his house was too messy to sleep in, and could he sleep on my couch for one night.

And repeatedly assured him that he would do nothing.

And I lost him a blanket, and he slept in his arms all night, and the tall boy shuddered on my couch less than a metre, and felt a bit pathetic.

I snuck it down and looked at it in the office the next day and laughed.

My colleague says I’m in love. I’ve been looking a lot better lately.

There is.

But it’s been a long time since I’ve thought of this name, and it’s only been linked to Song Yun-yun, and there’s a slight pain in my heart.

It is clear that Song Xin-chun is Song Yun-yun’s brother and that their eyes are so similar.

I don’t know.

At dinner this day, Sung-shin asked me, sadly, if he could spend his birthday with him tomorrow.

That’s when I realized that the same day was the death anniversary of Ling Ling’s mother and Song’s birthday.

I spent the last few years with Ling Ling.

I’ll take the company leave and knock on the door with food, and two people will stay in the house all day, talk to him, watch the movie, help him water the green plant on the balcony, then make dinner until he finishes, put a blanket on him, watch him fall asleep on the couch.

Ling Jing’s mother’s death day, only me and him remember.

He told Song Yun Yi, but Song Yun Yi didn’t care.

The shock and trauma caused to him by the mother ‘ s suicide was not apparent to outsiders, when it was known that the mother was a deviant mother, who almost abandoned her son and went to the United States with the rapist, so that after the mother ‘ s death, he went to school as usual without any appearance.

But I know that he’s sad, and that every gesture and move of him, even the smile, is immersed in grief.

Girls are easily moved by men’s vulnerability.

That’s when I realized I liked him.

I looked at the red mark on the calendar and I deleted it silently.

Today I took the usual leave of absence and spent a day in the King’s Canyon with two of his classmates. Lunch was still ordered.

And at evening, I received a telephone call from Ling Ling, and he asked me, with a little fatigue, why I did not come.

We said, “I want to be with Song. I’m sorry.

The sound was gone.

“Do you know what today is?” I’m sorry.

I said, “I know, but today is Song’s birthday.” I’m sorry.

Knowing that it might be too indifferent, I took a deep breath and gave him a second kiss, “You’re all right, go out when you’re upset, or have a friend accompany you. I’m sorry.

It’s been a long time, and it’s a little “um.”

After all, I can’t stay with him forever.

I think.

When I woke up the next day, I found Ling Yi called me twice, and the time was 12 and 2 in the morning, when I had turned my phone into silence and fell asleep.

I looked at those two unconnected calls, and I remembered that I couldn’t sleep all night with my past and twirling with my heart, dry, wrinkled, sour and sour, and finally I couldn’t bear to suffer and ask him for peace.

I was afraid to call him, but I had to read the words over and over again, carefully edited and sent him text, and every word, every word, was helpless and humble.

So, whatever the reason for our quarrels in the future, Ling Ling is used to me bowing my head, and then he nods at the place, and then we get back to it.

But I stayed with Song until late last night, and I washed his face and fell asleep.

If it hadn’t been for his phone to open in the morning, I’d even forgotten that he had been unhappy with him yesterday.

I thought about it and finally got back to him the message: “What happened yesterday when you fell asleep?

After I got up to wash my makeup and pick up my phone, I found him back faster than I thought, with only three words: nothing.

The meeting with Ling Ling is at the opening of a friend’s music bar, where most of my friends and Ling Ling are in common, but this friend is not in line with his magnetic field and has rejected each other and has urged me not to hang him from this tree more than once.

So Ling Ling will come, I’m a little surprised.

He seemed thinner, standing far from me with a glass, opening his mouth without making a sound.

My friend put a piece of fruit in my hand and carried me to my shoulder and took me to my side, “Don’t worry about him, Song Yunyun is here. I’m sorry.

“I brought her here on purpose.” I’m sorry.

I understand nothing.

Friends touched me on the shoulder and said, “Look, they’re coming together again. I’m sorry.

I turned my head and saw Song Yun-yun come to him, with a nice long skirt, standing in his place, with little eyes on what he was thinking and not moving.

If it was me, I’d be in a state of uncertainty at the moment, and even my fingers would be shaking with shame and hopelessness.

I hate the boy who cares for me, but I give in and give in and out of front of another girl, and he lets me down and spoils her, so that I feel my throat, so painful that I can smell even the blood from the throat.

But now, there’s nothing more than a little emotional at first.

I’m so indifferent, I don’t even understand myself.

My friend asked me if I wanted to play a game with her husband.

I promised.

But his friend looked at me strangely, and touched my hand, and said, “It is still hot.” I’m sorry.

After a few games, I was lucky, I lost once, and my friends impressed me. I’m sorry.

In the middle, Sung-shin asked me when he would be back.

I looked at the time and said soon.

He had a happy look: I’ll pick you up.

I hesitated to say yes.

And then I went to the bathroom, and I came out, and I saw Ling Ling standing in the porch, and my eyebrow was nuanced, and I was a bit depressed.

And We sought out the shadow of Song’s cloud, but heard the voice of the Qur’an, saying, “She has left.” I’m sorry.

He took a deep breath, he was a little restless, he didn’t know whether to explain to me or what, “She’s married, we can’t.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk, my cell phone buzzed twice, and I wondered if Sung-sun had arrived, wanted to open the screen and was caught in the air.

He’s staring at me. It’s a little chilly. “What’s wrong with you lately? I’m sorry.

Looking in his eyes, I understood what he was asking.

The cell phone rang, and a friend noticed the movement here, and the scout looked at us.

I’m slowing down, “Let me take a call first. I’m sorry.

And his lips became a thread, and it took a long time to let go of me.

Sung-shin’s voice was ecstatic: “I am here, at the door of the dining bar. I’m sorry.

I went, “I’m out. I’m sorry.

Then hang up the phone and look at Ling Ling, “Something next time, I’ll…”

I made a call about Sung-sun. “Friends picked me up. I’m sorry.

A slight concussion of the Lingsin index finger means he’s patient, “…is the weekend free? I’m sorry.

He looked at me for a while, “We haven’t been out for a long time. I’m sorry.

I’m silent for a moment, say yes.

This time, unlike last time, Ling Ling stood there and saw me and Song’s car leaving his sight.

In the car, I noticed that Sung-shin’s mood was a little eccentric, and he was not even talking.

I was smiling and I said hi to Ling Ling, and I had a boyfriend attitude.

I think I figured something out, and I made him laugh, “Don’t you want to see me? Toothbite so tight. I’m sorry.

SONG Ninh-chun looked at me, “Are we in love now?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think he’d ask.

Sung-shin seemed to be disappointed, and then he stopped talking and took me to the door and pulled his head out of his door.

I had an urge to stop him, but finally I pressed him.

As soon as the door was opened, my hand was strangled.

Song’s face is covered in loss, like he’s grinding his teeth. I’m sorry.

And I said, “I want to think about it and give you the answer. I’m sorry.

I’m too attached to feelings. I’m a little scared.

And he was so bright, he said, “You don’t feel for me? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

He bends his lips, bows his head and kisses me in the face, “Well, think about it. I’m sorry.

He took a few steps back and waved at me, “I’ll come to you tomorrow morning for answers. I’m sorry.

I went into the bathroom and I flushed my face with water, and I realized my mouth was always up.

The face is still red.

It’s embarrassing.

I don’t know.

I was late that weekend.

It’s a big idea of time, and I’ve been on a date with him, and I’ve rarely asked him to wait.

It was just that today I fell asleep, the alarm clock couldn’t make me cry, and when Sung-shin woke up, he made me a little bit more than 10 minutes late to the restaurant.

I dropped my bag and sat in front of him and apologized, “Sorry, I’m late. I’m sorry.

Leng measured me for a few seconds. I’m sorry.

I shake my head, drink iced water, irritate the acidic nerves, “overslept.” I’m sorry.

He was holding his hands tight and “um.”

And suddenly I remembered that he had not asked me alone for a long time.

Two years ago, he broke up with Song Yun-yun and asked me to go to Qinghai for a break, and for three days in a row I almost kept my job open and asked the leader to take a vacation and travel with him.

But just the next day, he was called back by a phone call from Song Yun-yun and left me alone in the hotel.

I look at the grey sky above the Qinghai lake before sunrise, I look at the rising and twilight waves of iron, I walk on the long road, and one man takes my vacation.

The waiter brought the menu, he didn’t really like Thai food, which was a rare move.

“In the afternoon at the ice skating hall? He suggested, “I see you don’t look well, you don’t usually have much exercise. Or go to the movies? There’s a nice movie lately. I’m sorry.

I’ve arranged all these activities before, and I’m afraid he’s bored with me, and he’s never bothered.

He’s not very active today, but I’m a little uninterested and messing around with the coffee. I’m sorry.

After saying that, I sensed in my own tone.

I lifted my head up, and I saw the face of the larvae sank.

But he was still smiling, “Let’s go to the movies. I’m sorry.

Less apathy.

It’s kind of weird.

I don’t care about everything about him, I don’t think about him, even when I’m talking to him, and I think he’s a little angry before I go.

Turning back, turning my head, and I saw the lips of the twilight.

It’s dark after the movie.

And We walked in the shades of the forest with Ling, and the cool wind came at night, and a little tenderness.

He said, “Sit at my house. I’m sorry.

“I have to go back. I’m sorry.

I said.

“Then I’ll take you back. I’m sorry.

“No need. I’m sorry.

The foot of Ling Ling suddenly stopped.

And he looked at me in the shadow of a tree, and his voice was soft, and he said, “Where are your thoughts now?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk.

“Song Nobu-kun? Why does he come to pick you up so well every time, you guys…? I’m sorry.

I whispered: “Ling, I have my own life, I may have my own family, my husband and my children.” I couldn’t have been around you like before. I’m sorry.

He’s got a fist in his hand, “So soon he’s getting married?” Song is just an immature child. You’re serious, he’s not like you. I’m sorry.

“You introduced him to me. He’s human, you should know. I said, “And you know how I feel about feelings. I’m sorry.

There was something in the eyes of Ling Ling, and he held my hand and pulled me into his arms.

I’ve only touched his fingers before, and I’m all red, but now he’s holding on to me, and he’s holding on to me, and I don’t have any fluctuations in my chest.

He withdrew a little distance, slowly bowed his head, breeched his breath on my face and held my hand tight.

Almost kissed down.

I feel strange and resistant, and I avoid him.

Ling Ling is standing still.

He was born proud and rarely refused, especially when it came from me.

Almost instantaneous, he was red-eyed and muted, calling my name, “Little-mind.” I’m sorry.

I looked up, and I saw him in his eyes.

I know what he’s afraid of.

For a long time, Ling Ling was the focus of my life.

And I am also a beloved baby of my parents, proud of them, an only daughter who fears that I will be humbled by the semi-difficulties, and has fallen from the back of my back once and for all, and willingly became a spare child, who will trample my love upon my feet.

At the age of 21, Ling was ready to leave the country with Song Yun Yi to avoid separation. On that summer, I was like an empty shell that lost my soul, without a desire to cry, and sat in the window all day long, and when someone came to me, I smiled, and I thought I was well hidden, and no one could see my downside, but my hands were shaking and boiling hot water fell down on my feet.

Dad pounced to take me to the bathroom and opened up the lilies and washed my legs and feet with cold water.

I said Dad, I didn’t mean to. I just lost my strength.

Dad didn’t say a word and his eyes were red.

My heart stinged.

“What is this? Will you live without him?” I’m sorry.

Mom cried at me.

So everyone knows.

They see everything in their eyes, and they are sad for my extraordinary grief as I leave my soul torn apart.

Ling Ling returned alone and Song Yunyun stayed abroad and met his current husband there.

And for six years, they have been with each other on their sides, except Me.

The burns did not scar my leg, but built a fort on my heart, where my loved ones and my self-respect and love.

I’ve never ignored myself or them for a reason.

Even though I still love him.

Around this point, he finally realized that even I was leaving him.

I don’t know.

Back home, Song’s cooking for me.

He was wearing white T-shirts and gray t-shirts, he had a long, thin body, a tiny long sea covered his eyes, and some looked down at me and said, “The food is cold.” I’m sorry.

One word, it softens my heart.

The day after we were together, he confessed to me that he knew that I loved the red line of lint and deliberately asked for it so that I could give up on the lint and put myself in his arms.

But I don’t want to be sad, I’m afraid I hate him, and I regret it so much that I can’t bite myself.

Even if I told him, I don’t love Zip.

Not now, but some time ago, my feelings for him were gradually exhausted in a long torn-and-caw.

But Sung-sun still has some problems and mistakes, and every encounter I have with Ling-sung has caused him to have a high degree of nervous tension. He has learned from nowhere how to make artificial kiss marks. He stands in front of the mirror with an empty bottle, drawing a half-day of a year against his neck, and vows to make a strawberries stamp in front of him to proclaim sovereignty.

I said, “Does it work?” I’m sorry.

He’s browsing, he’s bewildered, “How can it not work?”

“Shall I help you?”

I regret it, because he put me on the couch and put me on the side of his neck and said, “Then you come. I’m sorry.

When I was hot, I actually kissed up there and sucked in a little skin.

Sung-sun couldn’t wait to hum and his body was getting stiffer.

I don’t know how long it takes to make a mark, so I’ve been trying so hard.

“Stop kissing. He’s a bit rude, “I’m afraid I can’t help it.” I’m sorry.

I realized his ears were red and his throat was rolling.

I was too busy to back off, and he kept pressing me and even put a hand in my clothes…

“Can I?” He begged.

I took a breath and I refused, “No…”

“It’s so soft…” His eyes are burning like they’re going to tear me open, bit me on my lip, buried his head on the side of my neck, low breathing, “Lin Eun, you’re soft…”

A few days later, in the evening, I got back from work at the supermarket and met Ling Ling downstairs.

It was late in October, and there was silk in the air, and he was wearing a black coat, and he had a long, tall, and he had a cup of coffee in his hand, and he saw me rubbing my lips.

I noticed that his fingers were slightly red, that outside cars were not allowed in the neighborhood and that he should have been standing for a long time.

Our relationship has never been equal, and I thought that after what happened that day, with his pride and pride, I should not be able to contact me on my own initiative for a long time.

And he came, and his eyes were tired, and he said, “I have something to say to you. I’m sorry.

I smelled a little bit of wine and thought he was hungover again last night.

A few years earlier, he had come down a month for the company ‘ s various dues, came down to the bar and board, when Song Yunyun was still abroad, and he tried so hard to prove himself, without regard for his body and his stomach, before being warned by a doctor.

We saw his pale lips, and he now drinks coffee, which is supposed to be for the sake of stinging.

In the old days, I used to talk about him, and then I pulled some soda cookies, bread, and so on out of the bag and gave him a stomach.

I moved my finger to remember that I had changed my bag, and I didn’t put it in for his stomach condition, the usual medicine and emergency snacks.

I was silent for a moment, saying yes.

When I went upstairs, I poured him a glass of warm water.

He held my hand by his hand and opened his mouth to what he wanted to say.

There was a knock on the door, and I looked at Ling Ling and went to open the door.

Song was in his pajamas, and his hair was messed up, and he held my waist with his eyes open. “These days were so busy, I woke up, I couldn’t get to you. I’m sorry.

He’s been working all night, so I didn’t bother him.

He stood up on the couch, looking straight at him.

Song has seen another person in the room.

He had a quick laugh, “Good afternoon, Brother Ling. I’m sorry.

I know how careful he is to think about it and hold his hand and pull it in. I’m sorry.

Song went to the bag that I put on the tea table with my hand, and took out the same thing from it, with the ttt of Okamoto. Last time it was too tight, I was sick. I’m sorry.

When I didn’t know, Ling Ling had punched him.

Song’s head was missed, his mouth was bruised, and he bled.

He touched him with his hand and laughed, “Lingo, Lin-Ling is my girlfriend. I’m sorry.

He said, “Did you not think about this day when you gave her to me? I’m sorry.

Ling looked down at me, black and red.

I heard myself, “Go away. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

After a while, Ling Ling was around me.

He did not deliberately hide his tracks, but looked at us far away, while I and Sung-shin went shopping, eating, watching movies and walking around the neighborhood after dinner.

Song is not blind, and sometimes his gaze is felt, and he will deliberately kiss my waist on my lips, and then turn his head, and then he will disappear.

I like to eat a hot meal on the road, and the soup is so rich, I can’t go much because it’s too far away, I can’t get a drop, and it’s a shame that Sung-shin was in the shop at Rio.

Recently, however, at noon, someone has been placing a pack of hot rice on the company front desk and asking me to pick it up.

I thought it was a surprise from Sung-sun, who was struck by his side, and he said that he was too busy to get to his feet, even if he had a heart.

So I waited at the front desk for dinner and found it to be Ling Ling’s driver.

I told him I was tired of it. I don’t have to send it anymore.

He noded his head, and he sighed.

Ling Ling called me that night.

There was a light breath on the other side of the phone, which remained quiet for a long time.

I said, “This Saturday, Song is coming to see my parents. I’m sorry.

He just said, “I didn’t think you’d be serious. I’m sorry.

“Ai Niu. “I was wrong.” If I say I didn’t realize I was wrong until now, do we have a chance? I’m sorry.

“Can you really put down Song Yun-hong?” “I said it quietly.

Six years of chase, it’s not that easy.

“What about you? “What about your feelings for me? I’m sorry.

I’m silent, I’m not talking.

This silence reminds me of two years ago, when I came back from the Qinghai, and I was faced with the twilight of the re-emergence of Song Yunyun, and I asked him this hopelessly and ridiculously. What am I?

And that is how he looked at me silently and silently.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. “Long’s voice is dumb, and smiled, “You know what? The thought that you’d marry Song, sleep with him, kiss him, marry and have children, and that you’d never have my involvement in your life after that. It’s like my heart was cut out by something, and it’s so painful that I’m strangling. I’m sorry.

He murmured, “I didn’t feel like I was going to live in pain when Song Yun-Yun got married. I’m sorry.

“The Wang Qin said that after I was drunk, I kept shouting in my mouth again and again. He thought I was calling Song Yun-yun and even called her from his cell phone until he heard me say your name. I’m sorry.

“From then on, I knew I was finished. I’m sorry.

“Lin Dim, this is the 16th year you and I know. He whispered, “I love you. I’m sorry.

The three words came out of the mouth, and I thought I was going to get high and sleep all night, but the fact was that I slept well that night.

Relent and wavering, let alone thinking and thinking.

When my friend knew, he was going to say a lot of things to wake me up and let me take a stand and see what’s going on, and I was surprised by my calm and he hesitated to ask me if I had not yet responded to what Ling Ling was saying.

When I told Mom and Dad I was taking my boyfriend to see them, they were a little paranoid.

And over the years, We used the degree of lush, and they looked in their eyes, and their hearts were in vain.

It was hard to ask for kindness, but I waited for Ling Ling to come back to me, and I refused and sought another welcome.

Especially that man is Song Yun-yun’s own brother.

It’s hard not to think I’m too jealous to be blacked out and deliberately avenged.

Can you really fall in love with someone in such a short time? I was asked that day.

That’s not true.

And my disappointment over the Qur’an has accumulated over a long period of time, and I fell in love with him only for a moment, but spent 10 years healing his wounds.

Song Xin-chun just showed up, and he cut off my last choreography of Ling Ling Ling, so that I could walk out of my body without ever having a crush and so that I could find myself in love with someone else.

“If you like it, it must be the luckiest thing in the world. I’m sorry.

At my birthday party, Sung-shin had a soft-eyed look and said one thing.

For he is Song Yunyun’s brother, and he sees the three of us in these years, and what happened.

And in the moaning, he looked to the lanterns and said, “Thank you for helping me with the red thread.” I’m sorry.

Ling Qing looked at him, didn’t speak, and held his fist in his hand.

Later, it’s the gift chain.

Every birthday I used to spend days in advance preparing gifts for Ling Ling, and on my birthday he used to say “Happy birthday” to me and hand me a red-dressed, undefeated doll.

This undefeated, I’ve gathered 15.

It’s probably no exception this year, and I smiled and put the box aside, and I didn’t look at it again.

It’s just that today’s lukewarm is a little weird and has been looking at me ever since and trying to stop.

He didn’t even listen to Song Yunyun when he spoke to him. He took a look at me on the stage and moved to me.

But Sung-shin took me away and kissed me on my lips.

I stung and asked him what to do.

He innocently explained, “Does anyone else want me to kiss a girl at the scene?” I’m sorry.

I touched the hot face and just wanted an excuse to hide in the bathroom.

Ling Ling’s gift box was kept in the corner until a few days later, and it was only then that he found out that he was delivering a concubine in a jade.

And remember, this was the first time I made a confession to him, when I was in high school, and I watched a couple of dolls, and I was stupid enough to think that what I did was more meaningful, and I gave it to him on his birthday.

And then I asked, and Lin said he didn’t know where he was.

It’s supposed to be new, and it’s kind of loose, and it looks like it’s coming from him.

“Who sent this? @SongShinshin asks:

Then I saw the name on the gift package, and the smile faded.

I know he likes to be jealous, “I don’t know how he sent this.” I’m sorry.

“No, give it to me. He reached for it.

An hour later, I brushed a circle of friends, and Sung-shin put a concubine around the neck of the Westchester.

I have to say, he’s really a little bad.

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Pearlbird.

In the dark secret room, I was somewhat confused and conscious of the hand of Guillaume, but met with the hands held in one place.

I didn’t say anything. Put your hands away.

My heart, unexpected calm.

Even in my mind, the low and helpless voice of Leroy has been automatically heard.

“Sixie, Chiang is just my sister. I’m sorry.

But I’m his girlfriend.

I listened to Le Qing’s frightened screams, and to the peace of the peace of the peace, which had been repeated over and over and over and over again, suddenly felt that everything had become boring.

I went out to the bathroom after the secret room.

I’m rubbing off today’s fine-picked lipstick in the mirror and I’m looking at Le Chill coming in.

“Ayao will send me home today. I’m sorry.

Le Qing has filled the mirror with lipstick, and the pear vortex has appeared in his mouth, and his eyebrows are full of joy, and the provocation in his tone has nothing to hide.

“Good. I’m sorry.

I’m full of shit. I hide my emotions in my eyes.

I went out and happened to meet Guillaume waiting outside the door.

He’s still carrying a Qing bag.

“Sixie, Qing wants me to send her back today, you…”

The voice of Guillaume was always good, and I kept every voice that he had sent to me before, and drew out his earpieces in the middle of the night, and heard it over and over again, and hidden in it what was in the hearts of my teenage girls, sweet and invincible.

It was only in the past that his words were cold, and it was only at dawn that a gentle apology was rare.

“Brother, let’s go. “I haven’t said anything yet, and Le Qing has come up with Mayo’s arm.

I looked at Guillaume and tried to see in his face a few difficulties, but none.

Qin Jiu, be safe. “Lyqing turned around, completely blocking my sight, and Zilah ran away.

I’m staring at their backs, a little bit.

Brother?

Le Qing will only sip a “brother” in front of Mayo, and she knows how best to reach the softest part of his heart.

Never before me will he be called “Ayao”, not as a familiar name for growing up together, but as an oath of sovereignty.

I wandered out of the building for a while.

The river on the coast is cold in the autumn, and today a thin knit coat is in the river’s streets, and some are shaking.

I held the railing, looked at the river, and the dark lights fell on the water, a little bit of the ripple, and I looked at it, and I looked at it, and I looked at it, and it got more blurred, to a certain point, and it was suddenly clear.

I didn’t put up with it. I lost a few tears.

I reached out in haste to wipe, suddenly feeling warm back and handing over a piece of paper.

I touched my shoulder coat, and I was a little confused.

“Go home early, it’s too cold in the river. “The people around me suddenly opened their mouths, their voices were gentle and magnetic, and they drove away my cold.

I took the paper and pressed the tear, and I took the coat off and handed it over, “Thank you, I’ll go first. I’m sorry.

I almost ran away, and I did not want to leave my own awkward side, even strangers who had not met before.

I’m not like Le Luong, I squeezed on my eyes and cried.

All I like is one person who sits in no one’s corner, weeps, and sleeps in a slimy sweat.

Even in the dream, Le Lui Qing wept and pulled Leon away, and I was left alone with a lollipop on my hands, funny and helpless.

Le Qing is Le Qing’s sister and has no blood ties, but he loves her from outside.

As long as Le Chien lays his mouth on her mouth, the pear vortex sheds its tears, and Leroy leaves everything else, with the patience of the child, until she laughs.

Le Qing was three years younger than we were, six years younger than we were, and it was me and Le Yiu who, strictly speaking, were the best of all.

But crying kids have milk.

When I was in junior high, and when I was in high school, she was in middle school.

She’s always been down three times, and I’m relieved that I finally don’t have to hear the name of Guillaume in my mouth.

In the second year of high school, because of their excellent physical qualities, Guillaume was chosen as a pilot by the airline, which, I know, was his dream.

In my second year, he was on a business trip in my city, and I confessed to him with alcohol.

“Yes.”

There’s always a happy outcome to all the love and company of youth.

Until Le Chi Cai came to my university.

“Sixie, she’s younger than us. Please take care of her. “It is very rare for Guillaume to speak to me with such a low voice, and even if I do not want to, I will have to give up again.”

“You’re with Guillaume now. I went to pick up the first day of dawn and she was quiet and didn’t mean to ask.

I’m not finished with Qing Qing, and Qing is pulling his luggage and walking to the side and stuffing his bag to a senior.

I called and asked me, and I knew that Le Qing was with him.

She asked me why she didn’t look at Le Luong, and she was taken to the bar.

I hung up the phone, my heart fell into the ice cellar, chilled, shook hands, and my abdomen were numb.

My unsettling heart was not fully implemented until the moment that Le Luong told me about it.

Guillaume applied to the company for a shift and flew directly to the beach.

I’m afraid that’s what Dawn wants.

I often want to ask Guillaume why, although I was there earlier than dawn, and more knowledgeable, his gentleness and compromise never left me.

I called a car and Yomo should go back to the dorm and not hit them at school.

Thinking about it and laughing, even though Le Chien and I were at school, she had the means to hold on to Guillaume and let him leave my girlfriend and send her back.

When I returned to my bedroom, I ordered a dozen messages from Guillaume and a few phone calls.

Are you back?

“I’ll meet you downstairs in your dorm. I’m sorry.

“The Qing has broken up, is in a bad mood, wants to pull me in. I’m sorry.

“I’m her brother, I have to take care of her. I’m sorry.

Are you still here?

“The company has a mission in the morning. I have to go back to the hotel. I’m sorry.

Perhaps tonight’s wind breaks my inexplicable feelings, and at this moment my heart is calm.

When I was a kid, I hated the choice, and I didn’t want to leave it to him, asking him whether he chose me or Dawn.

That’s kind of naive to me.

Or rather, I realized in my heart that Guillaume would never choose me with determination.

Like the last lollipop in the bag as a child, it will only end up in the hands of Le Chilling, like the sweetest one in the center of the watermelon, and it will always come back to Le Chill.

“She’s a sister. I’m sorry.

With so many options, the answer has long been given by Guillaume.

“Let’s talk about it sometime. I’m sorry.

After that, I closed my eyes and I slept very peacefully this night.

I did not stay behind and look at their backs, but turned away after the dream of Le Liqqing, when he pulled his sex out.

Just as I was about to send a message to Guillaume to ask him to come out and talk, the cell phone just showed his call.

“Did Qing look for you these days? The voice of the phone is very urgent.

I wrinkled, and my right eyelid was moving, “No, why? I’m sorry.

“I’ve just received Qing’s voice, and it’s loud, and I don’t know if it went to the bar or KTV. I’m sorry.

What does Le Chill want this time?

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.

“Quixie, ask her how her classmates are. You can only ask her about her school. I’m sorry.

I have never heard of such a humble plea from Guillaume, who, as you can see, will always put Le Chill first, even though that night he noticed something wrong with me.

I take a deep breath, “Okay.”

This is my last compromise.

It’s good to have been here so long, and I’ve been a lot of help to you, too, and I’ve been known in the department.

I called the department and asked them if there had been any recent establishment activities.

I suddenly thought of the senior who just broke up with her.

I dragged a couple of my classmates to ask me, and they said the boss was out with his new girlfriend.

Finally, I couldn’t help but find my classmates in Le Chien’s class, so I knew that Le Chien had taken some of them to KTV.

I sent a message to Guillaume, “I’ll go with you.” I’m sorry.

I looked at the sign and looked at the master’s driver and realized that it was supposed to be a colleague of his Division.

I sat in the car, and I reported my address, and I looked at Mayo, near my eyes, and my beautiful eyebrow was so tight, my eyes were so full of fatigue and anxiety.

I couldn’t help but pick up my lips, as a child, and every time I saw the expression of Mayo, I knew it must have been Le Luong.

But as soon as Le Chien weeps, those words of blame and deity will be taken away from her, and she will be softly appeased.

“This is my colleague, SONG. “Leoye.”

I leaned on the back of my chair, closed my eyes, and my nose swollen around my car.

It’s blue.

That year, to celebrate Mayo’s successful entry, I pulled out my little vault and bought a bottle of accelerant at the mall.

I carefully handed the gift box to Guillaume, not only a bottle of perfume that was expensive to me at the time, but also what I could not say about the hearts of young girls.

“Thank you, Nine. I’m sorry.

That night, Guillaume sprayed this perfume for dinner.

And I sat beside him, and smelled the perfume from him, and fainted as a deer.

And then the next dawn, when it comes to saying it, makes my heart sore.

“Brother, what did you spray? “I’ve got my hands on my nose.

All of you are staring at Guillaume, and his earlids are red and he can’t stand it. He rises and takes his coat off, and he won’t give me a single look.

It was a summer evening, and I didn’t know if the air conditioner in the box was too low, and my hands and feet were so cold, I went home to my nest for so long.

Now, think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever smelled it on Mayo since.

I was so close, I thought of the people I met the other night.

When he put on my coat, he wore a warm wood fragrance and fainted in his eyebrow.

Three. “Here we are. I’m sorry.

The people in the main driver’s seat suddenly opened their mouths, and the sound was similar to those on the riverside that night. I had to look at them, they were clear, my nose was high, and my lips were thin, and it seemed like all the pilots had to look so good.

Leroy left the door in a hurry, and we followed.

I watched in the back of the room in Guillaume open the door and apologized and slowly crawled with sourness.

When she found Dawn, her hair was so messy and she smelled of alcohol.

Qing, who gave you permission to drink? “It seems that this time it was really angry,” he said.

“Big brother, why did he take me away? Why did he turn his head and find someone else? “It’s hard for anyone who listens to Le Chien’s tails and cries.

The light in the box is dark, I can’t see the color of Mayo.

Guillaume helped her with her body and packed her clothes and bags.

“Big brother, it’s Qing-il. Why don’t you like me? I’m sorry.

He did not return to her and said hello to her classmates, holding him half a week and bringing him out.

Brother, don’t you like Qing? I don’t want to be your sister anymore. “Lyqing cried out, and with a lamp in the lobby, her pear vortex was red, and she drank a lot of wine.

“Big brother likes Qing, he loves his sister. I’m sorry.

In the end, it was a defeat, and it was as if she were a child.

Song’s court drove the car over, and Le Luong was brought to the back seat, and I looked at them, and I sighed and opened the co-pilot’s door.

“I’ll take them back to the hotel and then I’ll take you back. “Song’s court looked over my head and made a clear sound.

When I closed my eyes and listened to the noise behind me, I realized that it was not Guillaume, but I, who had always had to choose.

The choice was to continue the process or to leave him completely.

Song’s court drove the car to the hotel.

“Sixie, I’ll come to you when I’m done with it,” he finally realizes there’s me in the car. “Song Court, please take the nine to school. I’m sorry.

I didn’t look back, I looked out the window, and Le Chill was in my arms, and this angle just saw her face.

And We looked at her, and her eyes were clear.

Even though I had a mental premeditation, it was as if my heart had been cut open by something sharp, bleeding out, and I swallowed my mouth and my throat was salty.

“Miss Qin, I’ll take you back to school. “The Sons of Song suddenly opened their mouths and made a sound.

“Okay, thanks. Just call me Little 9th. I’m sorry.

The car started slowly, I closed my eyes, my eyebrow was fragranced with the fragrance of wood, and my heart was calming.

“We just came to the beach this month, and Lionel has been staying at the hotel. I didn’t expect Song Chamber to talk to me.

In fact, I came to the hotel to look for Mayo, and that was my birthday. I’m sorry.

I don’t have to laugh. Did Le Chien figure it out?

“You don’t live inside? “I picked up his mouth.”

“My home is on the beach. The SONG court has turned its head and put a warm smile on its face.

“I kind of like the beach. I’m sorry.

Every time I get upset, I go to the river road, walk by the river and blow the wind of the night with my eyes closed.

There’s only the wind, kissing me again and again.

I suddenly thought of something, “The other night, I ran into a boy on the beach. I’m sorry.

“It’s me,” and Song’s court answered with a positive answer: “It was a bad day with my family, and I went to the river for a blowjob, and I ran into you. I’m sorry.

“I see you’re depressed and purposeless, so I’m paying more attention. I’m sorry.

My face was a little hot, and I was a little embarrassed that he saw the last time he was crying at the riverside, and he saw the whole thing today.

I coughed twice to cover up the embarrassment.

“I’ll tell you something funny about my flight. The Song court may have noticed my embarrassment and changed the subject.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

SONG’s not as cold as he looks, but he’s very talkative.

He told me that he was nervous at the beginning of his training, told me that after the first flight, his legs were shaking, and told me some gossip about his company.

I suddenly thought of Mayo, who would never take the initiative to tell me that, even if I was curious, I would not ask more. I was afraid to disturb him, just to know that he was safe.

Every time I met him, Le Chien surrounded his arms and asked questions, and I followed him quietly.

“Have you seen the sea? I can’t help but ask.

“It is often observed that helicopters are sometimes deployed and often fly at sea. I’m sorry.

“I’d love to see the sea, but I haven’t had a chance. I’m sorry.

“The next time I go to the beach, I’ll film you. I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

I don’t know why, I always think that Sung-shin’s going to say it, and I don’t understand that I’m going to get a sense of security from someone who hasn’t lived for hours.

“It’s almost school. I’m sorry.

“Just at the door. Our school car won’t let us in. I’m sorry.

Song’s court stopped at the door. I said thank you, and then I got out.

I haven’t walked into the school yet.

“It’s too late for me to take you back to your dorm. I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

“When I was in high school, I had a bad time with my parents, and I thought I’d just get out of their grip, and I’d be in the water a long time ago, and now I’m suddenly feeling a little sorry. I’m sorry.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I regret that there was no unforgettable college time. I’m sorry.

“In fact, college time isn’t so good. I tried to comfort him by thinking about my college, which is exactly 3:00.

“Will you tell me later? I’m sorry.

I looked over his shoulder, and Song’s court was white, and his light was even colder, and his eyes were like a black stone, and there was light in the stars.

“Good. I’m sorry.

When I got back to the dormitory, I lay down.

Turning on the phone did not receive any news from Guillaume.

But, as I expected, he is now fully committed to the drunken dawn.

I lit his chat box and edited a line.

“Little, let’s break up. I’m sorry.

Click to send.

It’s not hard to say goodbye, not as hard as I thought it would be to say goodbye and not as painful as I thought.

From the moment I remembered, I was with Guillaume, and I went wherever he was, and my eyes were all over him, but then there was a dawn.

It is not that no male has confessed to me for years, but I seem to have always wanted to be with Guillaume.

Now look at it in detail, what difference does it make when Guillaume accepts my confession and is with me?

And I thought I had taken away some love for Le Luong, so I did my best to help her, and now look at it, because it’s in my heart that Le Yiu gave me no place.

I shouldn’t have done it with him, as if it were the only way.

I closed my eyes and went to sleep, and there seemed to be some residual snorting in my nose.

When he woke up the next day, there were a lot of uncalled calls on his cell phone, from Guillaume.

I unlocked the screen. I saw it.

Turned down and saw the message from Song’s court last night.

“I’m home. Good night. I’m sorry.

Before I thought about it, I used to send a message to Mayo, which looked like a life report, like “I ate two ice creams today” and “a heavy rain today.”

I’m afraid that Mayo will say too much, but I’m also afraid that if I don’t say it, the chat box will look empty and pitiful.

I don’t know if it makes any sense to see it, but I’m just trying to tell him that I miss him and that the first reaction to anything is to tell him.

But I’ve deleted all the low-minded and bitter conversations that have been recorded.

I got up and washed my face and sat at the table and carefully protected my skin.

I had tried to ignore the news of Song’s court, and somehow I couldn’t bear to give him a message.

“I’m too tired to be back last night. I’m sorry.

I’ve changed my clothes and I’m going out to get a delivery.

Just after I signed my name, a girl spoke to me.

I know her, Le Chien’s roommate.

“Aoi, Le Chien hasn’t returned to her dorm yet. Is she safe? I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry, her brother is taking care of her. I’m sorry.

“Well, thank you, Aoi. I’m sorry.

I nod at her head and I went back with the delivery.

I bought a little more, and I took off the delivery and remembered a bracelet that had been crouched for Guillaume a month earlier.

The seller says, “Safety.”

I’m talking nonsense, and I can’t help but laugh at myself.

I saw the sale and said it was good to return the goods.

I was not hungry, and I stuffed some bread in the dormitory, wrote a paper for hours and then slept under the hood.

He was finally woken up by a phone call.

Hello? “It was only when I opened my mouth that I found myself a bit mute.

“It’s early after work today. “The sound of purity in Song’s court was in the microphone, and I woke up.

“Can I eat in the canteen while I’m at your school? He then attacked.

I thought he sent me back to my dorm last night, and then he said “good.”

I poured water on my face and went downstairs.

I’ll text him the phone when I get out of the dorm door.

“You wait for me at the North Gate, I’ll pick you up. I’m sorry.

After looking at it, Song’s court is standing below the stairs, wearing a simple white T, one hand in the pocket and looking at me.

He stood some distance from the door of the dormitory and was still under the tree, and I swept him at once, mainly with his eyes fixed.

One hundred and fifty-five women were standing there and several girls on the stairs couldn’t help but turn back.

The smile on Song’s face is getting clearer.

“Are your feet not cold?”

I looked down and found out I was pulling slippers and going downstairs.

I sensed the smile in his eyes, and I was embarrassed to touch his nose.

I’m used to it. It’s like I’m only dressed up when I’m with Guillaume.

“Go up and put on your socks and change your shoes. I’ll wait for you. The words of Song Chamber reveal the meaning of non-refoulement.

I shrunk my toes a little cold, “Okay. I’m sorry.

When I finished changing my tarp shoes, I ran into a girl who walked away from Song’s court in red.

“Looks like you’re popular with college girls. “I walked by him and said two words.

“There are a lot of flight attendants in the company who want me.

I’m so dumb and I’m a year younger than I am, and I’m still a boy, even though it looks so clear and cold.

“The school canteen isn’t very good. Shall I invite you out? “I saw the food in the three canteens, nothing to eat.

“No, I’ll eat whatever you like best. “The court of Song blinked at me, and the tail turned on the peach blossom.

He’s got these eyes.

I ordered two bowls of Zhongqing noodles, and Song’s court arrived and the heat rose.

I looked at him in the fog, and I was a little confused, and I just broke into my life with a boy who could fly.

Not even Guillaume had dinner with me in the cafeteria, and he didn’t care about me.

It’s a boy. He’s got a few mouths.

“I’ll show you around. I’m a big school. I’m sorry.

Song Nobu has sucked his nose, his cheeks are red with heat, “Okay. I’m sorry.

To be honest, I haven’t been to school myself, and I haven’t seen a lot of places.

When he returned from the kung fu forest, he passed the basketball court, and a group of young men with hair belts and knees were not afraid of cold and were fighting their arms against the ball.

“I haven’t played basketball in a long time. The court of Song looks at them.

A basketball ball flew in, and I didn’t get it.

He went in with basketball and looked back at me, and he seemed to be asking, and I laughed and didn’t speak.

20-year-old boy, good basketball, and soon he got in the team.

Song Nobun went three balls in a row, waved and said no, and came to me.

“Come on, take you back to your dorm. * He’s breathing, he’s sweating, he’s * and his eyes are so bright, it’s like the first time I’ve seen him laugh. *

When Song and I got into the dormitory, I saw the man standing not far.

Guillaume.

I think we just got to the dorm after dawn.

One second of his sight, I jumped into Song’s hands.

I saw a clear earthquake in the shape of Leon, and the sight stopped in the hands of me and Song.

I felt a bit awkward when I moved closer, after all, Song’s court was a colleague of Lyon.

I let go of my fingers and suddenly realized that Song’s court was holding harder than me.

“Sister, don’t be afraid. * He suddenly came to my ear, spitting on his breath, scratching my ear. *

I had a shock.

“Kew 9, can we talk? I don’t know if it’s a delusion, but I feel like it’s full of shock and suffering.

I noded and decided to be clear.

The Sonsing court pulled my arms in a direction and looked down at me. “Sister, Chongqing noodles are good, will you take me to dinner next time? “It’s not too loud, it’s just so nice to let Leroy hear it.

The eyes of Song’s court are as clear as two, bright and clear, but at this moment there are obvious bad thoughts.

What a child.

He rubbed my hair and left.

I’m in the middle of something and I’m turning my back on Guillaume.

“Do you mean it? “Leoyon’s voice is dumb and his voice is still shaking.

I picked the eyebrow. I didn’t mean it.

“Chyone is my sister, and it is my duty to take care of her, and I know it will cause me to ignore you, but she will have her life later. I’m sorry.

“It’s not someone else I’ve ever cared about, it’s your attitude, and if you love me, no matter how many sisters, you won’t ignore my feelings. I’m sorry.

“Sixie, I really like you. Will I ever change? “Please don’t make someone else mad at me. I’m sorry.

I leaned down my head and my toes grinded rock on the ground.

If it had been so patient before, I’d have noded my head.

Now I don’t know why I’m so upset. Did he bring me the trick of Qing?

It was a step forward, and I noticed that he wanted to hold me and that he had to step back.

“I’m not mad at you. We broke up. I’m sorry.

“Sixteen…”

“Maybe I used to be too stubborn. I’m tired, but I’m thinking about it now. I’m sorry.

“Go on, I’m going back to bed. I’m sorry.

I didn’t look at him and went straight up the stairs.

It’s still a little bit of water in the eyes, just to think of yourself, who was so humble.

The cell phone stunned before entering the dorm door.

Message from the Sons of Song.

“Did you go back to your dorm? He’s in a hurry.

“Well, just back.”

“That’s good. I’m sorry.

I’m afraid it’ll take me away from Guillaume?

“Do you want to see a movie tomorrow? I’m sorry.

“The company issued the tickets. I’m sorry.

I’m afraid I won’t.

“You’re not flying tomorrow? I’m sorry.

“The transfer. I’m sorry.

I read the schedule. There’s no class. “Good.”

Good night, sister.

Looks like I’m being deceived by the looks of Song’s court, looking at the gentleness, which is actually an inch of a child.

The next day sleeps until natural awakening, and it is in a bad mood to put light makeup on, although not very technical.

Pick it out, put on a sweater and a long dress.

Sonshin told me he didn’t want to drive, he wanted to squeeze the subway with me.

Said he wanted to pretend to go out and wait for me at school.

I don’t know what he thinks.

There’s a lot of people on the subway at the peak of late hours.

On the left hand of Song, he grabbed the bar above, and on the other hand, he hit the left arm.

“Take me.”

And We took a strangulation of the lips, and avoided his eyes, and fell into his arms the next second by a brake.

A warm breath sprouts into my nasal cavity with a familiar stench of hula.

There was some noise in the crowd, and I still heard his whisper, “Sister, you look great today. I’m sorry.

It must be the sweater with the hair on its head and the heat on my face didn’t fade until the end of the movie.

I didn’t know it was raining.

I’m in court with Song. I don’t have an umbrella.

Song Nobu took his coat off my head and pulled me forward.

I turned over and watched him drop water eyelashes, and I was so happy and my heart was pounding.

Just like the first time I saw a storm when I was a kid, running out naked.

But the rain was too heavy, and I turned into a chicken with him and looked at each other’s wet hair and laughed.

“The hotel is nearby, my room is still there. I’ll take you over there and clean up. I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

Song Chamber took me to his room, on the same floor as Guillaume, with bad memories in his heart, as if he had seen himself in the hallway with cake.

“My family is at the beach, so it’s very rare to live here, and all the other colleagues live here. I’m sorry.

Song’s court opened the door, but he didn’t go in.

“You take a shower, you have my clothes in your closet. You can change them if you like. I’m sorry.

“I’ll take a shower with my colleagues. I’m sorry.

I nod and closed the door.

The room smells of blue perfume. He really loves it.

When I’m done blowing my hair, Song’s not back.

I put on a bathrobe and I was going out to get the waiter to help dry my clothes. I just closed the door and my arm was gripped by one hand.

“Six. I’m sorry.

It’s Guillaume.

I looked back at him, his anger was not hidden at all. I didn’t see him look so deranged. What was he so angry about?

I just thought it was funny that he had been looking for him several times, and now he’s just come out of a man’s room.

It’s ironic.

“Why are you here?” He asks.

I’ve opened my mouth and I can’t seem to explain it.

“Sixie, if you want to be angry with me, you don’t have to spoil yourself. “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.

To spoil yourself? He hasn’t figured it out yet.

He tried to push the door, and he wanted to fight with Song.

“What are you doing? “The court of Song has no idea when it will arrive, holding the arms of Guillaume.

“I want to ask you what you’re doing. Why did you take her to the hotel? “Leoyo bit on his teeth and jumped on his arms.

“She’s in the rain. Come and change. “Song’s face is cold, with beautiful and clear eyes, and at this point there is some indignity and anger.

Mayo’s face was frozen, and I broke free of his shackles.

“Kew 9, can we talk? “Liouya’s anger is strained and his voice is abated.

I looked at Song’s court and he didn’t talk, bit his teeth off, and didn’t look so good.

“Good. I’m sorry.

Leroy took me to his room and poured me a glass of warm water.

He sat on the couch and grabbed my hand.

“Nine, since my parents died early, my parents have made me take good care of her since she was a child, and I’m so sorry for her, but what I did was in a brother’s perspective. I’m sorry.

“But she’s not. “I’m pulling my hand off.

“I’ve been thinking a lot these days, and Qing has really affected us, and I’m sure I’ll say her later. Don’t leave me, okay? I’m sorry.

“Forget it, Guillaume. I’ve been tired for years. I’m sorry.

I stand up and intend to put an end to this pointless dialogue.

Leo took my hand. “Do you like Song? I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk. I feel a little excited about him now.

“Are you really going to be with my colleagues to cheer me up? I’m sorry.

I looked back at him and suddenly felt that he was strange, perhaps for so long, and that I was just used to his liking.

I realized that I didn’t know him.

“And you, with your sister, have provoked me so long. I’m sorry.

I threw his hand away despite his false expression.

I admit that I did take care of it the other night when I volunteered for Song’s court.

I just wanted to tell him that my world is not open to him alone, and I can’t do it without him.

I just wanted to tell him I didn’t like him.

I opened the door and found Song’s court waiting for me at the door.

And his sight passed over me, and he looked behind me at Guillaume, looking in his eyes and warning.

“Let’s go. He took my hand and took me back to my room.

“Did he say anything to you? “Song Novi asked me a question about being careful in the dark.

I know he actually wanted to ask me what I said to Guillaume.

“I’ll never disturb him again. I’m sorry.

Song’s eyebrow was loose and a little brackets were drawn from his lips. I’m sorry.

“When I get back, sister. I’m sorry.

I can feel Song’s love for me. The big boy can’t hide his thoughts and smiles and bends his eyes full of joy.

Except I didn’t break it.

Song’s court came to my school the day before he left the beach.

He said he wanted Zhongqing noodles in the cafeteria too much.

I laughed and didn’t talk.

When Song’s court went to Qingdao, he became very busy, but he still came and shared it with me every day.

“Sister, I’m taking off. “and with a picture in a uniform, a handsome shiver.

“Sister, the seafood on Qingdao is good, I’ll bring you next time. I’m sorry.

“Sister, I’m here today to ask for help

I didn’t care, he opened the details until I said “no” and he said good night to sleep.

I told him he’s been busy, and he keeps me posted.

“All right, you can’t, but I want to share it with you. I’m sorry.

After two weeks of work, the paper was finally finished and, as soon as he returned to his bedroom, he received a telephone call from Song Nobu.

“Guess where I am? “The sound of a clear man in the microphone, my heart tumbled.

I put on my headphones, turn up the volume, and listen carefully to the sound coming over there.

There’s wind, there’s water.

“You went to the beach? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

I closed my eyes, listened to the sands of the microphones, the sound of the sea coming up the reef, and the small nose of Song.

We didn’t talk at all, and the sound of his nose made me feel so close, but the sound of the sea made clear to me that he looked at a different view, thousands of miles away.

“I’ll show you the sea next time. His voice was blown away by the sea, but he stayed in my heart.

“You can turn on the video. I’m sorry.

“I want you to see it. It’s pretty stubborn.

“Good. I’m sorry.

“Qin Jiu, I like you. I’m sorry.

Sister, can you be my girlfriend? I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

I can’t hear my voice, but I feel my heart beats faster than the electricity in the earphone.

After two weeks of busy work, after I had done the experiment in the afternoon, I suddenly thought of Song’s court, and I went to the three canteens to order some Zhongqing noodles.

I took a photo and sent him, “You love it. I’m sorry.

I’m almost done. He hasn’t returned to me yet.

As I was getting ready to get up, I put down a bowl of small faces across the street, hot, and then there was a familiar face, smiling.

How can you flash this out?

I took a picture of his noodles and sent it to him.

Song Nobun cleaned his cell phone, looked up, licked the red oil on his mouth, and said, “The childish ghost.” I’m sorry.

After the noodles, Song’s court held my hand for a walk in the playground.

“How did you get into the school? I’m a little curious.

“By beauty, someone else’s card came in. “Song’s court is quite thick.

“I’ve applied for a transfer back to this side of the beach, which is where I’ll be. “Song’s court is stinging my knuckles, some itching.

“When can we see the sea?” I’m sorry.

“The next time you fly to Qingdao, you take my flight. I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

Burning red in the sky, and the evening wind shattering over my cheeks, and cooling, as if it were buried in a shattering cloud.

Song Nobu sent me down to the dorm, holding my hand and not letting go.

Song’s eyelashes are long and his eyes look wet, like a puppy.

I suddenly thought of a problem.

What do you like about me? I’m sorry.

“Beautiful, gentle. I’m sorry.

“Well, the flight attendant at your company must be much prettier than me. * I’ve turned my eyelids, my brother will be poor.*

“No, not at all. “I noticed you when you were in the hotel hallway with a cake. I saw you cry for a long time, tasted the cake, and then threw it in the trash. I’m sorry.

How can I get hit by him when I’m a mess?

“So you pity me?”

“No, my company stewardess cried so badly when she was fired, I felt sorry, but I didn’t like her. I’m sorry.

Well, that seems to make sense.

“What do you like about me? I’m sorry.

When Song’s court speaks, two little tits move.

I couldn’t stand it. I kissed.

“I like your little tits. I’m sorry.

“Then look at me. Is there less meat on my face?” I’m sorry.

I raised Song’s face and looked right, “No. I’m sorry.

Song’s court squeezed my eyes, choked my waist, and had a burning heart.

“I don’t care, I’ll have dinner with you tomorrow. I’m sorry.

“What, you can’t eat alone? I’m sorry.

Got to go.

“Hmm. “Song Nobu has a nod in the media.

When I stood in front of Song’s court company, I found out I had been taken by his nose.

I looked around. I didn’t see a few people.

I’m standing behind a big post, cutting off my cell phone and sending a message to Song’s court.

“I’m at the door. I’m sorry.

When it’s over, it’s covered in shadow.

“Six. I’m sorry.

I looked up at Haut-Layou for a long time, and he looked even more bleak than before.

I was wondering why he stayed on the beach, but I didn’t ask.

“Sixteen, I applied to stay on the beach. I’m sorry.

I nod my head. Oh, that’s good.

“Sixie, why don’t you stay with SONG? How long have you known each other? “If you don’t want me now, give me another chance.” I’m sorry.

“I’m not here to be angry with you because I like each other, and I don’t think it’s funny how you feel not to be with him. I’m sorry.

May my eyes be firm, and the lips of Lewowle, but never a voice.

Just as I thought about how to leave, I saw the shape of my eyes.

“Qin Jiu, you broke up with Guillaume. Why bother him? “Liqing was staring at me, and his voice was sharp, and he pushed me out of the way, and I ran into the post behind me.

What are you doing? “Littleon took Lianqing with it, and it was full of color.

“Why can’t she be with you, and why can’t you always boast about her good manners when she’s older?” “I don’t want to be your sister, why can’t you look at me more, she doesn’t want you now, why do you want to save her?” I’m sorry.

“How could you think that?”

“Do you want to leave me one day without guilt, and then fly with Qin Jiu-suk? “Liqing turned his head over to reach out to me as if I was the one who was in their midst.

“Lyqing, that’s enough!”

At the time of the meal, people were coming in and out of the door, staring at us.

In his life there was rarely such an awkward scene with a frowning eyelid on his face.

I listened to their conversation unintentioned, and when I was about to call Song Chamber, my hand was suddenly held hostage.

“Please don’t bother my girlfriend any more. I’m sorry.

I looked over my head at Song’s court, and his bottom was clear, with his eyes on his tail and his face on his face.

Song’s court brought me into the company.

“How did you get out so late? I put rice in my mouth.

“The leader told me something. “The court of Song reached out and rubbed my hair and laughed.

“Song’s court, I find you quite black. I’m sorry.

Song’s chopsticks were in his hand, and his eyes flashed, “Sister, I am a harmless brother. I’m sorry.

“You knew Leroy was here, right? I’m sorry.

“No, there’s such a beautiful girlfriend who doesn’t show off? “Song’s court came up to me with an egg, two little tits on top of my lips.

I bit my egg so hard I had a white eye.

“Sister, 20-year-old brother can’t ask for anything. Take it easy. I’m sorry.

Not serious.

I’m leaving with my plate.

“Hey, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

Actually, I’ve had a lot of fun.

filing number YX11XqMVlGb

On the night of his graduation, he was hugging his new school girl, and everyone around him was up and asked me to introduce him.

He looked at me sitting in the corner and said to his friends, “She’s a big fool with a face that others owe her. Who wants it?”

I stomp myself into the shadows, and fear that others will see the tears of my oppression.

The ugly girl was not entitled to cry, which was the first lesson I learned when he and he were young.

One.

I was nine years old.

Mom and Dad moved to the city for work and my family and his family became neighbours.

When my mother brought me to him, I stood behind her and looked at this beautiful boy.

Trying to get close to him and instinctively dangerous.

In the end, I reached out with my hand in fear, handing him the peach-flavored lollipops that I could not eat and greet him. He knocked out the lollipops and shouted to his mother, “I don’t want to play with this big fool!” I’m sorry.

It’s the first name he gave me, and I haven’t heard him call me my name for more than a decade.

He never calls me well, always gives me all kinds of tactful names, then pretends to call me by my name before I completely silence, and makes me do everything to him. And I’ve always had his.

I followed my father’s height, and when the other girls were tiny little sparrows, I became the owl of the sparrows, the visible and clumsy.

And because I moved with my parents, I stayed for another level.

Girls are always younger than boys, and I’m always the one who looks the most dramatic of all.

But height didn’t make my umbrella.

Looks like a silent, cowardly girl, with such a suddenness, a natural sandbag.

But when I was stuck in the school toilet by a bunch of boys and girls, and they poured coke on my head, the bellwood came in.

I’ve never seen him like that. He’s like a crazy little beast, with red eyes, and he’s beaten up with girls.

On the way home, I followed him back with tears, wet-touched hair lying on my scalp, sticky and disgusting.

“Don’t cry, ugly girl can’t cry, you know? I’m sorry.

I covered my mouth.

It’s probably because of this “savage of life” thing, I’ve created a sort of a relationship between chicks and mom.

I’m already full of his shadows when I don’t realize what I like.

All these years, he dated a girl and I ordered him a restaurant; he brought a girl skiing and I booked him a house; even he and the school flowers went to the house, and I paid the deposit.

And when I was introduced to him, he would have put his arms around my shoulder and said: “This is my best friend who has been in prison for more than a decade. I’m sorry.

He’s already taller than me and taller than me. And I can look up at his chin with my height and look at the blizzards of his chin.

But at this point, I’m just trying to keep my back straight and smile, “Yes, I’ve known him for over a decade. I’m sorry.

And like him for over a decade.

Two.

Me and Jong-su stayed here in college. On the day of the opening of the school report, I helped him pack his bags and then went back to his dorm to start cleaning up.

Someone pushed the door in and I looked up and it was his school girl.

Jong-soo never said that his girlfriend had spoken to us at the last university, and he rarely even told me about her. I thought the school flower would be automatically updated to the next one, just like his previous girlfriends.

Didn’t expect them to go to a college, so, does that mean he’s stabilizing with her?

I haven’t thought about it yet, but the phone of the school flower suddenly rings, and she picks up the phone with a sweet face, and she talks like she’s cute, and she’s like a southern girl.

I’m responding.

I turned my clothes up like a secret, and pretended to wash them and push them out.

The moment I closed the door, I heard the sound of the phone opposite the clockwood, between the low and the bright, because the trigger was much hotter and the teens were sexy.

He said, ‘Shall you eat?’ I’m sorry.

And then I laughed.

I’m outside.

I’ve never heard him talk to his girlfriend like that before.

He passed on to those girlfriends, either to look after him like me, to look after him, or to the lady’s temper, to the end, to a total collapse.

I realized at this very moment that he was serious.

“He’s serious, shut.” I said to himself.

A spasm came out of the heart, as if it had been struck by electricity, and my chest was filled with pain.

I crouched down and buried my head in my knee.

I haven’t thought about giving him up for years.

He hasn’t become the king of the sea yet. One summer, he first fell in love with a girl.

He would quietly put her favorite drink in her drawer and brought her breakfast because he was afraid that it would cool and wrapped it in her clothes. And these, I’ve done to him in the past.

First time I said to myself, put him down.

But I can’t.

Since he got out of the toilet when he was nine, looking at him and caring about him seems like my instinct. He’s like a drug I’ve been relying on for more than a decade.

But the girl named Yip Bo finally turned him down.

And she walked in, and put on his table what he had sent him, and said to him, “Being good to a man without a reason will lead to loss of one’s own soul. Be good to yourself.”

When she says that, look at me.

3

When I got back to my dorm, the school flower was wearing makeup.

She saw me in the mirror and smiled at me. I was a little nervous and noded at her.

In the past, Jong-soo’s girlfriend had only two attitudes towards me, either ignoring or hostile.

For the first time I’ve seen such a kind attitude, I’ve been a little bit unadapted.

But finally, you don’t have to strangle like a snail to reduce your presence.

I hope we can get along again, I guess.

The school flower has begun to prepare her hair, and I saw her close her hair and stung her head.

The more I look, the more I feel wrong.

She looks like a man.

Who?

I remember her hair. It looked like the first leaf.

I suddenly wanted to laugh.

So I didn’t ask for more than a decade.

4

Me, the school flower and the clockwood were assigned to a class — Class 01 for costume design.

The student school sister saw my previous homework and wanted me to design her clothes for the reception.

In class, when I was working on it, the school was coming around.

She looked at my drawings, and she said, “What a beautiful dress. Do you care about your own design?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t say anything, noded my head, it was a response to her.

The school flower touched my clothes and suddenly smiled at me and said, “Can you make me a dress?” I’m worried I can’t find the clothes for the party. Don’t be so complicated. You’re so good. It’ll be done soon! I’m sorry.

Jong-gi heard her voice and looked up and looked over here.

“Shu wants to see me in my dress, too.” I’m sorry.

She was talking to him and looked at me.

And he took his eyes back to his drawings, and said to me, “Help her when you have time.” I’m sorry.

And We squeezed the clothing, and forced ourselves to stand on their backs, and said, “I am sorry, but I have no time for this dress.” I’m sorry.

I was surprised by the news.

It must be strange for him.

In the light of past experience, this is no small matter for him. Just like he used to tell me to book him and his girlfriend hotels and reservations. And he said, “I’m working hard, and he’s not even gonna ask.”

But for the first time, I didn’t follow him on such a small matter.

5

The New Year’s Eve was a mistake.

The party is about to begin, and the dress I designed for Aoi is missing.

I put it in the closet before the opening.

The closets are common and there are no locks.

But who’s gonna get a dress for the party?

I got the answer when the school flower started.

That dress that I made three nights ago, and it was on her.

The pearl-fish tail skirt had made her more stylish, and the light in the middle of the stage hit her like the little mermaid princess was singing.

I’ve seen boys whistle under the stage.

As I was about to explain, the school flower came back from the stage, and I saw it coming back, and I grabbed my hand, and I said, “Thank you for helping me make my clothes. It’s so beautiful. You’re responsible for this. I’m sorry.

Aoi looked at her and looked at me again, which means I’ll give her an explanation.

And We bowed our heads and said: Not I. I didn’t design her clothes. I made them for Aoi. I’m sorry.

What are you talking about? That’s what you promised me. I’m sorry.

She’s got her best friend on the side, “Yeah, we heard it in class. I’m sorry.

Zhong Zheng was in the backstage at the moment. He was supposed to pick up the flowers and go out to the audience.

The school flower grabbed his arm and asked him, “That day at the end of class, you promised to help me design my clothes. I’m sorry.

Chung Su-gi saw her face and immediately understood what was going on.

I looked at him on my lips and looked to him for a word from me, just a word and a truth.

And he bowed his head and said: I do not know. I’m sorry.

I let loose my teeth to bite my lips.

Sure.

He knew very well that the school flowers were deliberately laying me down.

A guy who’s been with his boyfriend for more than a decade, he’s got no heart.

Even a person can see that he has no idea about me.

But he liked her, so he let her be.

Forgive her, then sacrifice only me.

Six.

After the New Year’s party, Jong-soo’s friends are celebrating the school.

At the table, clockwood never looked at me.

I was staring at him, and he was avoiding my eyes.

But when his friends tried to persuade me to drink, his hand stood in front of me and said, “She has a bad stomach and does not drink.” I’m sorry.

The friends were stunned, they were stunned.

I saw the school flowers staring at me.

I don’t have a face, but I have a complex mood.

That’s it. Every time I try to get away from him, he’s gonna tell me a little more about “buddy” care.

And I, like a long-drenched traveler in the desert, see this oasis ahead and will continue to rush.

But the oasis is a mirage.

After more than a decade, I’ve finally realized that.

7

I began to deliberately reduce the frequency of the information back to the clock, and when he came to me for information, I stopped being here on call, and instead I was being pushed off on the pretext of busy work and busy activity.

Jong-su may have sensed it, but he may have been impatient, but he’s not even getting in touch with me.

But I feel like I’ve had a serious breakdown.

I can’t eat, sometimes I can’t sleep.

When the phone rings, I’ll bring it back on condition to see if it’s him.

It’s a feeling of hope and not hope, up and down and over and over again.

At last, one day, I ran into a man in a hurry to get out of the door of the dormitory, and I fell down on the floor with a dizzy head and even a sudden sound.

The girl I hit pulled my arm and asked, “Are you okay? I’m sorry.

I looked up to her.

Yip.

8

Yip jumped first, and now it’s our sister.

When I asked her if she remembers that the clock was in love with her, she smiled and said, “I forgot. I’m sorry.

Then suddenly she asked me, “What about you, do you like him?” I’m sorry.

I was surprised, and I laughed at her, and I said, “Is it so obvious? I’m sorry.

She nods her head. “The person who doesn’t know can only say he’s playing dumb. I’m sorry.

I looked at the coffee and said, “I’ve decided to leave him.” I’m sorry.

“Good news. “Let’s start a new life early.” By the way, you’re interested in being a model. I’m sorry.

I was surprised to look at her and think she was joking with me.

Model, isn’t it?

Jong-sook said I had a face where people owed me money for no reason.

I’ve been called a catfish face by my relatives since I was a kid, and I’ve got eyes too white for my pupils, and I don’t like it at all.

In New Year’s, when the relatives laugh, the elders catch him with a sugar plug, and I stand by silently, and it’s only two or three of them that I’ll be in a hurry.

One of my classmates said to me, “I look at you and you feel depressed.” Can you laugh?

I pulled out a smiley face, she exaggerated, “No, I’m afraid the milk tea won’t help me. I’m sorry.

For a long time, I had only one face, but no face.

I’m not getting feedback on what they say, what they do.

So they ignore me.

But there are things that I can never forget when I hear them.

So while I’ve studied art for so many years, I rarely dress myself.

I’m afraid to face my face.

9

I was taken to her studio without saying anything.

She and her friend have an original design women’s net store, and now she’s a new head shop for hundreds of thousands of fans on an AP.

Her make-up friend was working on my face, and I got a new one for the season.

When I came out of the dressing room, I saw the two girls in front.

Yechi looked up to her friend and said, “What about the man I was looking for? I’m sorry.

Her friend shoved a lollipop in her mouth and put his hands in his clapping, “No, it’s perfect. I’m sorry.

I turned to myself in the mirror.

It’s not the sweetest and sweet way to dress, it’s all black and gothic, but all the key parts of the collarbone, the waist, and so on.

The girl in the mirror was pale and white, with a small eye and a cold eye, but a sense of desire.

I’ve never seen myself like that.

The original style of Yip was defined as “the Gothic Sexy Aversion”.

I couldn’t help but flip a white eye.

But she caught her face and forced me to fly another white eye on her.

She exaggerates and calls her friend to me, “How’s it feel? I’m sorry.

Her friend exaggerated and yelled at me, “Sister, hold on. The photographer will be here later.

While the two men were in a lot of trouble, the door of the studio was slightly knocked on.

Make-up sister’s eyebrow dance, “Come on. I’m sorry.

She pulled the door open and a boy came in.

A clean dog’s eye, white-skinned, clean and soft, smiles like a April spring wind.

He said hello to them in a good manner, looking around, looking at me, reaching out to me, “Hello, I’m Forest Boat.” I’m sorry.

10

Yeshi said to me, “My brother Lin canoe, today’s photographer. Don’t mention it. He’s trying to make you tired and I’m talking. I’m sorry.

The make-up sister smiled at her side, and she did not find any ambiguity in her own words.

It’s true that the forest canoe turned red, looked at me and quickly turned away, and laughed to stop his sister.

I found him laughing with little teeth.

I didn’t look big enough to get a picture of me in the same department, and he wasn’t like any other photographer. Usually, photographers encourage models and are very active in encouraging you to smile a little bit, or to move your head to any angle or position.

I’m afraid of this kind of encouragement, and there’s a sense of stress that doesn’t satisfy what others expect.

Jong-su used to be a fan of photography. I asked him to take a picture of his life for the competition. He took a few pictures and pulled the camera and said, “Will you take a picture?” Who’s taking pictures like this? I’m sorry.

I ended up picking out one of these trash pieces and putting it on my resume.

I’m out of it.

The forest canoe makes me feel free.

It’s really random.

Whatever you pose, he doesn’t care.

With what look he doesn’t ask.

He made me imagine my most comfortable scene, or the expression that I wanted to show.

It’s just that when I’m a little hesitant, I get my head out of the back of the camera, and my dog’s eye shows me a soft smile.

And I thought at that moment of Samayah, when I was a child, and then relaxed for no reason.

Eleven.

After the first photo shoot, I started throwing people away.

I can’t stop crying, “Sister, I’ll drink to the donkey if I kill the donkey. I’m sorry.

And then he looked at me, and he showed me little tiger teeth, and the dog looked like a star. I’m sorry.

Ip Haru beat him up, “It’s been months longer than you, and you’re calling her sister!” I’m sorry.

I watched his forehead sweat, and I felt guilty of taking advantage of the baby for free, and I ordered milk tea.

As I was leaving, Iraki and the make-up teacher were discussing the photos in a violent manner, and had no time to care about us, and suddenly the canoe came to my ear and said, “It’s so nice to shut off my favorite Yang twig, so happy. Thanks for turning off. I’m sorry.

I almost choked out my milk tea, and I was so busy, I waved, but my face was red.

12

It was thought that the forest canoe had only been stretched temporarily, and he was the only one who ever shot it.

I asked him why he always comes. He smiled like a Samoye angel and looked at me and said, “Here’s the first sister. It is as if I am satisfied with this temporary work.

I’m confused. I didn’t give him a penny. What did he make?

Then I found out that I was working on this job, not only making money, but also putting money on the back. Every time he comes, he brings a lot of snacks, and every time I eat something I like.

One day we took a shot of the gap and we hid on the roof to catch the cold. I swallowed a rice chicken. It was too hot for me to open my mouth and breathe.

The canoe reached out to me with its hand, took a tissue and wiped out the rice grains on my mouth, and took it back and laughed at me, “It’s like it’s a little friend. I’m sorry.

I’m a little blushing, pretending to be angry, “I’m older than you? I’m sorry.

“Well, it’s my sister. I’m sorry.

And then he blew, and he handed the rice chicken over to my mouth, and he said, “Can you stop burning yourself?” I’m sorry.

I’m gonna grab that rice chicken.

Brother, that’s great.

13

I have a friend who once told me that the best stage of love is obscurity.

You come to me with a sweet heart.

I can’t understand.

Because I’ve been walking around the clock for 20 years. My first understanding and imagination of love is as if it were the back of the clock.

And the way I get along is that I keep being nice to him, and hopefully one day he’ll look back at me.

I can’t call it love at all. It’s just patience. It’s all about injury and chaos.

And now this friend of mine tells me how I feel, I finally understand.

I didn’t know it until I knew about a boy’s heart.

I thought I had been well-trained by the clockwood, but the forest canoe, he could have noticed my temper in a sharp manner before I knew I was coming through the physiology period, prepared warm babies and ginger tea before I began to suffer, and adjusted the shoot first.

And at this point last month, I was struggling with the physiology, and I had two hours to line up for Jong-su and the school flower and buy them that very popular net milk tea.

Actually, it’s bearable. Just hang in there, and this afternoon’s shoot will pass.

But that’s how people stand up to everything when they have nothing. With a little concern, it became fragile.

I put a warm baby on the canoe, covered with the blanket he was wearing, and when I was about to start drinking tea, my phone rings.

It’s Jong-su.

I pressed the phone button, I didn’t speak, for a few seconds there was silence, and the sound of the clockwood sounded, and I said, “Why not talk? I’m sorry.

I didn’t answer.

He’s talking again, and I can imagine his impatience look on the phone, “If it’s for the last party, I can…”

I opened my mouth and interrupted him, “The past bellwood. You…

I hate to hear his voice until now, but I’ll try to explain, even apologize, in a reflective manner.

And I took a deep breath and said, “Do not contact me again.” I’m sorry.

The other side of the phone was silent, and he said, “You’ll wait for me at the basketball court after public school in the afternoon. I’m sorry.

I thought he was going to call, but he added, “I have something to tell you. I’m sorry.

He hung up without waiting for me.

The forest canoe came and looked at my face, and it reached out with its hands in fear, and held my forehead, and asked, “Is it a fever?” I’m sorry.

He took his hand off and put it on his forehead, as if he was afraid not to try, and I was a little panicned and took a step back, avoiding his eyes, “No fever, nothing.” I’m sorry.

I’m upset and I ignore the look on the forest canoe.

14

Evening, basketball court.

I was sitting on the steps, watching the back of the clockwood playing alone.

His moves, rather than training, were leaking.

Throw a three-point ball and he ends up holding it towards me.

I pulled him away.

And he frowned and was impatient, saying, “What are you hiding from? Then sat by my side, used to reaching out to me,

I reacted that he was asking for water.

Every time he finished playing, I picked up water and towels that I had prepared for him, and this time I was obviously not prepared.

I really forgot.

He got a little angry, lifted up his blouse and wiped his sweat off his face and sat next to me, and he started asking me, “Why hasn’t he been in touch for so long? Why didn’t you answer the call? I’m sorry.

And I breathed, and I asked him, “Do you have anything to say to me?” I’m sorry.

Jong-gi heard it slow down. He wipes the sweat off his neck, drops the basketball shirt, and asks, “Did you meet Yip? I’m sorry.

I looked up to him.

I feel like I’ve been in a state of discomfort and discomfort.

I used to be his wingman, his tools, but now…

Ip Bo can’t.

Yechi is my friend.

It’s already 6:00 p.m., the twilight after the playground. I stood up and looked at Jong-su’s side, and I was still a pretty big five.

But I’m starting to feel less beautiful.

I went up to the clockside, and he looked up at me, and I looked in his eyes, and I said, “Do you know that I always liked you?”

“From the age of nine. I’m sorry.

He’s frozen.

In the past, he frowns and I’m upset. And now I look at his frozen face, and I see a flash of joy in my heart.

“Bong Sui, you know, I’ve been good to you for years, nothing else, just because I like you.

“You’re just interested in me like you.

“But now, I’m not gonna like you anymore. I’m sorry.

I didn’t stop, I went straight down the stairs, but he grabbed my right hand.

The clock was raised, and his body blocked the sunset, and I could not see his face, but I heard him say, “You are my best friend.” If that’s what you think, we… can try. I’m sorry.

I really laughed out.

I found myself making a bigger mistake.

I thought I was the only one sad about being a dog licker for more than a decade, but I didn’t think I’d been good to him for more than a decade and made this guy a jerk.

I was wondering if I’d wake up their son with a slap for Uncle Chung and Aunt Zhao, who was so good to me, and I didn’t think that someone would do what I thought.

Just as we stood still, a man came from the side and punched the bellwood down the stairs.

I looked up, and I saw a canoe that bit my teeth.

I’ve never seen a forest canoe look like that.

I remember a dog whose eyes were always warm and cold, and he stood in front of me and said, “I want to contact my sister and ask for a telephone.” What’s that?

My heart’s tight. He heard it from the beginning?

After that, I told him I liked Jong-su, didn’t he?

When the bellwood rubbed the blood of his mouth, he stood up and approached it for two steps, staring at the ship, and asking me, “Are you with this boy? Because of him?” Because of him, you’re not answering my calls, are you? I’m sorry.

I haven’t been with Forest Boat, but I don’t want to explain that to Jong-su.

As I was at this point, my head was warm, and the forest canoe had put my head on his shoulder, with a tight hold.

I heard him say, “I don’t care how long she likes you, how many years she’s in love with me now.” I’ll supply her with what you took in the past. You better go as far as you can. I’m sorry.

And I was buried in the shoulder of a forest canoe, and when he said so, the throat was shaking in my ears, and the tremors of the sommel were transmitted to my heart from my ears.

My eyes look wet.

15

Right now, in the cafe, a girl drinks her coffee calmly. A boy sitting across the street from her head before the dog’s eyes were so pathetic that he could barely put a hug on his face.

I was careful to look at my face, and I said, “I’m sorry, I was in such a hurry that you and I were in love. You don’t blame me?”

I’m not talking.

The forest canoe was even more anxious, and he put his hands forward and tried to touch me, but he was afraid to reach out. I saw a samoyer who tried to steal and was afraid to eat.

I drink coffee silently.

And the forest canoe looked at me, and looked back, and said, “It was my fault.” Then I won’t bother you anymore. I’m sorry.

When I finished my last cup of coffee, I took a towel and wiped my mouth, and slowly said to Samoyed, who had his head on his head, “How can I turn my face into Chen Se-mi?” I’m sorry.

The forest canoe looked up, opened its eyes, and the next second it jumped over the table.

I pushed him, “Beware of the cup! I’m sorry.

The Ark, however it may hold me in my arms, says in my ear: “It is a matter of initiative, and it is responsible to me.” I’m sorry.

I shot him in the head funny.

And until he returned to the house which he had rented from the Ark, he held me like a bear with no tail, and he followed me behind him.

We said, “It’s hot. I’m sorry.

The forest canoe retreated from a small half-step, and its hands were stuck in my waist.

The entanglement changes the taste.

The forest canoe had a very good pair of hands, and even the leaves, which had always been dominated by the beating of his brother, boasted of the hands of two artists.

It’s long, white, right-handed, near the wrist joint, with a tiny mole, and it’s all the more tempting at this moment under the line of a thin sweat bead.

And now, these seductive hands, they’re squirting around my waist, gently, like the most loving pianist playing a symphony.

I just feel like I’ve been covered in scars for more than a decade, and there seems to be something to break out, and it’s all over my chest.

It’s not enough. The hand of the forest canoe touched my eyes and whispered in my ear: “It’s so close and beautiful.” I’m sorry.

I covered my eyes.

“It’s the most beautiful girl. Like you. I’m sorry.

“Stop it…”

I reached out in red and covered his mouth.

The forest canoe held my hand and looked me in the eye.

At a time when the atmosphere in the entire room was slowly and indescribable, the forest boat suddenly stopped.

I opened my eyes to him, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

He was embarrassed, “No that. I’m sorry.

Whoo! I couldn’t bear to laugh.

The atmosphere was interrupted and I was looking around to see his room and giving some sad Samoye time to recover.

I was attracted to a certificate when I came to the shelf.

“The Golden Prize for Nueva Porn.”

I know that some fashion magazine, which specializes in young photographers, is well known in the industry, and that the winner of the gold prize is a big V that has some influence, and that it will never waste its talent on some of the electric power currents.

I think there’s a secret from the canoe.

It was only when he was forced to ask him that he slowly pulled a picture out of the photo album of my cell phone — a useless one that I was thrown out that year.

I couldn’t help looking at him.

It’s the only game I’ve had in 20 years.

The girlfriends around Jong-su came, and I tried so hard to find the flash of my own, and I went to some modeling contest.

Like I said before, that picture of me in the race was painted without any accident at the election stage.

And this picture, he’s lying still in a photo album of the canoe, and he even built a folder for it.

The forest canoe revealed the truth to me.

Turns out at that time, he was just entering the house, he was working on people’s pictures, but he always felt like he was almost there until he saw me.

In his words, he was attracted to this girl by a strange story.

I thought the girl had gone before and the election was sifted off.

Until he came to him with my photo, he came down as soon as he didn’t pick up the electrician.

“Do you think it’s a gift?” “A Samoye came to me with a happy ending, asking for a compliment.

16

When I returned to the studio the next day, I told her about the whole thing, including the wedding dress.

After listening to this, Pear stood up with her sleeves and shouted to teach me a lesson about Jong-su and the school flowers.

And the first of the leaves was cold-faced, and said, “Some people have faces that should strike, but find a way.” She then handed me a registration form.

The annual school design exhibition.

She looked me in the eye, just like she looked at me that summer, and she was still as strong as she said, “Change, some can still be you.” How dare you?”

I could finally look her in the eye and nod my head.

I have to say that Yip was really a tough guy, and she used my pearl-fish tail skirt for the game. But she turned white into black, and the fish tails of Jenna became the fall of ancient Greek Ionian style.

I’ve done a second revision along her lines, cutting down elements like lace without mercy, using a more concise line design, starting to open the waist, making sure to walk with the wind, and being handsome and sexy.

Designer, Yip and Guan.

Models, of course, myself.

When I tried to get out of this dress, it was more exaggerating than before, reaching out to me, “Close like a vampire princess from a medieval castle.” Beautiful, handsome legs. Give me a jingle.”

Yechi and Lin can both break her hands.

Design show night.

The number of the school flower was in front, and I laughed when she came out.

She probably also knew that the pearlfish tail dress was very well-sweet, and that the dress in which she had entered had not been altered in its entirety, that was with a belt on her waist and a shawl on her back.

The effect, however, has been to change from a clean little mermaid princess to a young woman dressed in heavy clothes.

My turn.

I had a few deep breaths, my fingertips shivering, and I held my hand and the forest canoe held my hand separately, and it was hard to calm down.

And when he walked on the pavilion, his heart rose up again.

I’ve never been so watched.

It is so respectful, admired, without the eyes of neglect and exclusion.

It’s about the different style of the dress, where the audience was silent for a few seconds and then cheering.

“Who’s this model? Our school? I’m sorry.

“I think so. Aren’t all the contestants from this school? I’m sorry.

My classmates recognized me. “Oh, my God, it’s not that big guy in my class…” And the guy next to him, he’s in a hurry to change his mouth. I’m sorry.

The first row of school flowers turned their faces and the clockwork looked at me with incredible confidence.

I read in his eyes the surprise, the shock and the emotions I can’t understand.

He’s never seen me in such a complicated look.

I walked all over without an expression.

On both sides of the stand, the whistle started to whistle, and even two other roommates in my dorm were so excited.

Someone already recognized this dress, “It’s like the one Zhou was wearing. Zhou Zhou Zhou is the name of the school flower.

In the early days of Yemen, the people who had planned to eat the melons started the Cope truth.

People show their faces.

The eyes of the school flower were so scornful that Jong-su was among the original witnesses.

After the show came back to the backstage, the forest canoe was waiting for me at the waiting area.

I wonder, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

The voice of Lin canoe’s frustration came from my shoulderpit, “It’s too good to close.” I don’t want them to look at you. You’re on my own. I’m sorry.

When I was laughing at Samoye, the clockwood came to the back and opened the door, “Can we talk? I’m sorry.

The forest canoe brushes its head up from my shoulder, and its eyes go up in a flash, and it shoots straight at the bellwood.

“I didn’t understand before.” Off, I don’t want to give up. I’m sorry.

17

Jong-su disappeared. No one was able to contact him.

Even Uncle Chung and Aunt Zhao called me on my cell phone.

When I moved out of my dorm, the school flower came to me and forced me to ask, “Where the hell is Jong-su?” I’m sorry.

I’m very helpless.

When I was around him, everyone ignored me.

Now I’m never near him again. Everyone’s looking for me.

Before Jong-su disappeared, there was nothing but a break-up for the school.

After all, it’s Uncle Chung and Aunt Zhao’s son, and even my parents are asking me what’s going on.

I looked around all those who knew him, and there was still no news.

It was time for the summer, and the school dormitory was open only to the top three, and I had to go home.

It’s already nighttime to return home, and the garden downstairs sits on a man — the bellwood of the peddlers.

He saw me coming and stood up immediately and ran to me, opening his right hand to me — a chain of pearls.

I finally know where he went.

“Close, in high school, you said that the best place to go was Shangri-la, who wanted to have a string of lovers made for each other.

“I know I’m going to ask you to come with me now, and you won’t say yes, so I’ll bring you the pearls first. I remember when my uncle brought it back on business. I’m sorry.

I stopped him looking for something.

To be honest, at this point, I realized that I didn’t have anything to do with the past years.

All of his good behavior comes from what I did to him.

And I thought it was his character at the time, so I couldn’t respond to my admiralism, and now it doesn’t look like he would, but he didn’t want to.

He’s starting to think.

But I don’t want it anymore.

“Clockwood, give up. “In the cold moonlight, I said to him,

Just like I said to myself.

18

I underestimated clockwood’s stubbornness.

The next morning, my mother pulled me out of the nest.

Jong-su came to my house and brought back a series of hidden properties.

My parents were a little bit weird, after all, and in their impression, Jong-su was always such a young man who was not easy to reach, was silent and arrogant.

Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhao also went to the house, and the children of the neighbor’s family were preparing to go with them.

I don’t want to wash my hair, sit on the table with a mess of hair and watch grown-ups laugh.

Jong-gi was staring at me right across the street.

My parents talked to Uncle Chung and Aunt Zhao, when we were kids, and Aunt Zhao rubbed tears and said, “What fun it was at that time, and the two kids were scrambling together. Well, I always wanted Guan to be our daughter-in-law. I’m sorry.

Mom and Dad laughed.

Zhongsu straight back.

I was standing there laughing.

When I came home, I had another visitor downstairs.

The forest canoe shows up an angelic smile, waves at me, and comes to my parents, and it’s very natural to pick up what they’re holding. “Hello, my name is Lin canoe, and I’m Guan’s boyfriend. I’m sorry.

Mom and Dad were surprised to open their mouths, “Oh, yes, hello. I’m sorry.

Jong-soo held his fist in the back.

Mom and Dad looked at me and showed me something.

Our home has always been open, and so have our quiet daughters, whose hearts are still a little sick, suddenly replete with flowers.

My dad asked me to speak alone or to respect my opinion, after all, I’m an adult and he believes I can handle it properly.

When I came out, my mother’s laughter came from the living room.

Rin canoes are watching her eight-point TV show, and they’re really with her, not with her mobile phone, and sometimes they’re talking about it and laughing at my mom.

My mother also asked him, “Did Guan Guan bully you?” I’m sorry.

I’m ashamed to laugh, “Where do you say auntie, it’s really good for me, and sometimes I worry I don’t deserve her. I’m sorry.

Say a gentle smile to me.

19

I went out alone to talk about it once, the street park where we used to go when we were kids.

It was here when I was nine years old, and I gave him my favorite peach lollipop, and he came back to me and he was stupid.

Then, when he brought me out of the toilet, and passed by it on my way home, he said to me, ‘An ugly woman has no right to cry.’ I’m sorry.

And he followed him for more than a decade, and every look on his face and every state I knew was clear and clear.

I know he’s just upset right now.

“Remember, when I was in junior high, a little boy was waiting for me every day. You pushed him into the sand pit and asked him if he was a pervert? “Sitting on the swing, blowing the wind, I looked at the bellwood standing in front of me, and I knew later that he was fond of me. You know that, don’t you? I’m sorry.

Jong-gi wants to come up and hold me, I stand back, come down from the swing, pull him away.

He shuts his mouth, shuts for a few seconds and opens, “Close, don’t judge my feelings.

“I asked you at that time not to chase her again, but to end some of the years. These days, I think a lot, I understand a lot and I think a lot about my feelings. I’ll double everything you’ve done in the past, learn to be good to you, learn to respond to you.

“I hope the person around is still you. I’m sorry.

“Maybe. But it’s okay. I looked at the lights from afar and said, “I feel good right now. When I was so big, for the first time I felt like I could shine, instead of following people behind me, forever making invisible shadows.

“These are things that I did not have in those years with you. Yip was right, but being nice to one person without reason would be a loss. I’ll return that to you, too. I’m sorry.

I slowly walked to the park exit.

My name’s in the back of his head, and he’s got a tummy on his back. * I turned back and smiled at him for the first time without the slightest repression *

Jong-su, you should grow up.

20

And the ark hurriedly round and round in the bouquet beneath it, and behold, I came back, and lo! I sat in my neck, with no face.

I teased him, “Waiting for me?”

He doesn’t look at me, looking at the night sky. “No, I’ll see the moon! “The moon is so beautiful tonight.” I’m sorry.

I smiled very deeply and noded, “Yes, the moon is beautiful tonight. I’m sorry.

He understood.

The committee turned its back and held me, “I thought…”

I touched his head, looked optimistic, and was actually a sensitive brother to Sam.

Turn around, “Close, don’t…”

He who was about to speak was kissed by me without fear.

However, he immediately turned his back on me and put me in his arms and swept me in and out of the house.

When I was crying open my eyes, I saw him showing up in a corner.

Chung Sugi stood in the shadows of a distant place and couldn’t see the look on his face.

I flipped my eyes, stood up and yelled at him, “Hey, Samoyer, it’s over. Want to go home? I’m sorry.

Yes!

“Oh, shut up and wait for me! I’m sorry.

(concluded)

Extra. 1: Six years later.

At 11 p.m., close the door and go home.

As soon as he came home, when he changed his shoes, he was held by one Samoye from behind, “Sensei, you left the house empty.” # Whoo #

The pear vortex can’t get deeper, but it’s still going to hit him. Isn’t Teacher Guan’s show good? I’m sorry.

One of Samoye’s hands were raised to identify himself as a fan of his iron. “No, no. Teacher Guan’s show is particularly beautiful. Teacher Guan’s beautiful. He’s a great judge.”

The smiles were even deeper and the cheeks of the boat were squeezed.

Since the beginning of the university, Guan Yuen has been participating in activities with a regular partner from Yip, who is a designer, and Guan Yuen, who is a model, which starts with a small magazine competition and adds a little bit of influence in the industry.

In six years, they also created their own female brands. To date, the brand has become popular and, in addition to its own business, there are occasional offers for fashion programmes.

It was not expected that a small-time squirt from the water test would have led to the breaking of Guan Yu’s reputation.

It’s true that there’s been some retrospect about itself and that there’s a bit of neglect in Samoye.

She filmed the head of the canoe. I’m sorry.

The forest canoe is still holding her hands, “No, it needs to be closed now. I’m sorry.

“So?” looks at the pits of the forest, which are humbled but convoluted.

“Can you call me brother?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

After a few seconds of silence, you shut your mouth, and say, “What strange questions have you seen online? I’m sorry.

It’s not too loud, but the forest canoe was scared to let go of its hands. “It’s not a strange problem. Boys really want to hear their girlfriend scream for their brother. I’m sorry.

12 p.m.

The forest canoes are in the process of cleaning up the luggage of the porters.

And while we’re at it: Why is it so stressful to schedule a recording date?

He raised his ears and heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop, and quickly sealed half the suitcase, which had been packed, and then pretended to have been careless and perfunctory.

Close the door and wipe your hair and go back to the bedroom and see the side of the forest canopy with its mouth shut.

To look at this man with a heartless face, with vitamins carefully broken down by type, labeled, then carefully placed in a trap –

She thought about this long six years ago.

When they were mocked when they first entered the profession, when they were forced to give up the seats they had won on their own strength, when their brands were exposed to malicious reporting by competitors…

From the age of 20, all the dark moments of her life, she was no longer alone, and she was accompanied by such a person who lived with her.

Over the past six years, she has also witnessed her fellow forest students, step by step, coming closer to her vision and building up to become a young photographer who can hold an exhibition today.

They’re all trying to be the light of each other.

She opened her hands and held him behind his back, and put her head on his shoulder with peace of mind, whispering in his ear: “Blessed is you, brother of the ship, blessed is you.” I’m sorry.

Then she saw the man who was screaming about his brother an hour earlier, and his ears were red.

The forest canoe turned around and stood up face to face with the stairwell, holding his hands behind his neck.

The two had their foreheads turned against each other, and the forest boat blinked with its wet eyes and looked close, even though he was taller than her, and he looked down, and there was a way of Samoye looking at her.

Samoye’s tail, “Do you mind if we do it tonight?” I’m sorry.

The moment before the lights went off, Mr. Guan really thought that something like Samoye was so annoying.

Extra 2: Out of reach.

In the counseling room, the counselor asked him, “I think the feeling you just said was a great regret and remorse behind it. Can you tell me what’s the most regrettable thing in your life so far? I’m sorry.

The plane took off, brought an instant sound to the ears and gradually calmed down.

The bellwood opens up the shade, and sees the sun above the clouds, large and bright.

He does.

His life seems to be a pity, not one thing, but one person for a while.

The first time he saw Guanxiang, he was a child who was not afraid of the sky.

All the children of the same age who had met before were small, especially girls, dressed in beautiful little skirts, around him as if he were a little headbrow.

Guan Guang was taller than he was, and when he saw her, he felt like he saw something different.

But only she won’t leave him.

The kid’s attention comes and goes, and today you have a new toy and we play with you, and tomorrow he brings a lot of snacks and we’ll all stick together.

The Zhong family is very hard on their children, and the Zhong Sugi has never given a lot of new things to others, and everyone says he looks good, but he’s not always around.

The only thing involved was a toy, which, when he lost, moved out of his house and reached out to him with her hand, just like the lollipop that she first handed him the peach. She said to him, “It’s okay. I’ll give you my toys. Let’s play. I’m sorry.

Childhood has passed in haste.

The hormonal of adolescence was like a grumpy spring, and he saw many of the girls in the same grade hiding far away, watching him whisper, afraid to come near, and even the first class sister waited directly for him to play on the field.

It was probably vanity that was satisfied, and he listened to the noises around him and didn’t even see what she looked like, and he replied, “Okay. I’m sorry.

He seemed to be stunned by a glimpse of his side with water and towels, and somehow he was a little afraid to see what she was looking at at at the moment, panicking about the water and leaving the basketball court with her.

Two weeks later, he was separated from Aoi.

After school, he went home with her, walked down the street park and shared the snacks he had bought.

But something started to change.

He doesn’t seem to be able to hold her shoulder like he used to, “Man, buy me an ice cream. I’m sorry.

Then waiting for her to pretend to take off his arm a little bit too much and quickly run to the commissary to buy back his favorite taste.

When he found the boy in the next class waiting for her every day in the corner park, he was unconsciously angry.

But when he had taught the boy, he was blind, staring at the swing of the wind, and he asked himself why.

Yeah, for what?

The boy who was beaten was very angry and passed it to school.

One of his friends asked him, “Do you like to turn off the gust?” I’m sorry.

He stood up and said, “She’s my friend. What the fuck are you talking about? I’m sorry.

He looked up and saw the close of the window that gave him his notes.

She smiled and laughed, but the smile was hard to reach, and then she put her notes outside the window and left in silence.

From that day on, he never came home with her.

And sometimes he imagines what his other half will look like in the future.

They’re like friends, pretty, white, cute, or pure, and in any case they’re modeled on the most popular stars of their own age.

When he fights with his classmates, he occasionally flashes a person’s shadow in his heart, and then he shakes his head and wants to throw it away.

She’s his best friend from childhood to age.

Yes. That’s it.

It was in this confusion that he met Yechi.

She had a typical goddess face, but she rarely smiled.

The boys struggled to send her a gift and she would not reply, and the stuff was filled with drawers and she threw it in the trash.

What is the matter with her when she is sarcastic, and she stares at them, and says: What is your business? I’m sorry.

By that time, Jong-su had passed through their class and watched her sit down without changing.

He thinks this girl, in some ways, seems to be a bit like a stale.

But she’s not like her. She’s not like many people.

For the first time in his life he wanted to chase someone.

And then failure, no, should be called defeat.

But this time, instead of throwing things in the trash, he returned them.

She said: ‘Absence to a person without reason will lead to loss of one’

She told him to listen, but she looked at it.

But she didn’t know, and she left him a note with two words on it: garbage.

After being rejected in such a “shambling” manner at first, he began to fall into a revenge-like euphemism, to fall in love, to be together quickly and to leave quickly.

For many years to come, this approach to feelings seems to have become his habit.

It’s always about love. And he knows what they value in their faces.

That’s it, love.

And the only thing that’s going on is that the Zip won’t leave him.

His first reaction was he was upset when he got up at school and asked her to introduce him.

But when he said, like when he was a child, he consciously denied it and stinged her.

After that, he regretted it.

He had no choice but to observe the lights in the shadows of the corner, and he seemed to see her still silent as usual.

He couldn’t find the lower steps, so he was lucky to join his friends at the liquor store.

And after many years, he dreamed of that moment, and of his face, which was dark in the shadows, and he woke up from the bed.

He suddenly realized that perhaps from that moment on, he had lost her forever.

Whether as a friend who grew up with him from childhood or as a girl who liked him with his whole youth.

The sound of the plane landings and the bellwood echoes the memories.

Three years apart, he finally returned to his familiar homeland.

After the investor had finished his business, the manager with whom he had a good personal relationship offered him a ticket for an art photo exhibition and advised him to go and see it, after all, the cameraman, the shipman, was the new one that had been in business for two years.

On the following weekend, Jong-gi rented a car to the exhibition hall.

He had no idea he would meet again in that way.

Three years without seeing him, it seems that in his days of invisibleness, he spreads out, blooms, and becomes as bright as he is today.

She was only wearing a chain and an earring of a series of platinum pearls in a simple black dress on the stage, but no one could forget the fragrance of the cold and plume.

She’s grown up.

Zhongshan’s hand trembled on its own, and he set his mind and wanted to walk.

What should he say to her? Long time no see.

Are you okay?

I missed you.

Can we meet again?

The thoughts stopped when he saw her holding her hand.

Forest canoe.

He opened his hand and reacted, and the boat was a forest.

The forest canoe on the stage holds the left hand of the lock, with ten fingers tied.

The other hand of the canoe held the microphone and said to the stage:

“Many years ago, I met a girl, and I didn’t actually meet her, because I only saw her picture.

“I was just in the business, and it was a mess. I’m very sceptical that I can hold on to this path. But the moment I saw her picture, it seemed like I was suddenly inspired. That picture was very simple, but the moment I saw her, I had the feeling that I was about to begin to understand a story. And then I realized my way — to show every individual, every life story.

“The girl who inspired me was my girlfriend, Guan. But today I have one more thing to do. I’m sorry.

After that, the forest canoe was directed towards the sanctuaries, kneeling on one knee and pulling out the ring box from the arms.

It’s boiling.

The cameraman who recorded the ceremony was quick to close the camera and target the male and female protagonists.

The clockworks had a second ringing ear, and he could not hear what they were saying, but it was all made clear by tears and laughter at the close of the boat.

He cannot remember how he left.

When he returned, he was already at the door of the exhibition hall, and suddenly a spasm came to his heart, like an electric shock, and his chest was filled with pain.

Clockwood down, head in the knee.

He remembered when he was a kid, and Mom said something to him.

She said that a man’s search for the other half of his life was as if he had walked into a wheat field, hoping to find the best and brightest of the ears.

But you’ll never know when the grain that really belongs to you appears.

Many thought there was a lot left behind, so they threw it away.

There were also those who thought that there was no more hope, and then took off a hurried one at the entrance.

And he understood that he had been brought near by fate, and that he had already given him the most precious things when he entered.

It was just that he was so childish and stupid that he put her up to the whole heart, and that he spoiled it.

(overlapping)

□ Meng Kau

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.