After I broke up, I kissed the delivery boy.
The door was opened and there was a handsome man with a one-metre, eight-and-a-half shoulder, and he had two more beers in his hand.
I’m out of uniform.
I was crying to the heartbreak, pulling his arm and singing him “What a man.”
The handsome man’s face grew so confused, he swallowed up what he was going to say, and said, “Miss, please. I’m sorry.
“Oh, you don’t like this tune? I’m sorry.
I took the miniphone and I opened my mouth and said, “I love it when I’m dead, and I don’t like it. I’m sorry.
And finally, at the heart of it, with alcohol, I took the handsome guy, took out his cell phone and sent his abdomen to his ex-boyfriend.
“Do you have this?” I’m sorry.
After the end of the hair, my eyes were filled with deep eyebrows and tall noses.
The battle ended with my head slammed on the door frame and his mouth bit into blood.
One.
When I woke up, I saw myself in the mirror with a swollen head, crying.
I called my best friend Xiaochuan and turned black and white, and said, “The big story, when I was drunk last night, I was taken advantage of by the delivery boy.” I’m sorry.
“Are you sure that the crazy woman who was drunk was taking advantage of you?” I’m sorry.
We’re not finished yet. The Mediterranean Director’s call cut into the screen.
And I called, and there was roaring on the other side of the microphone: “Chang Xiao-hye, do you know that the absence from work without cause is to be withheld for three days.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
In a hurry, I’ve developed a set of words “with the old and the young” to get the sympathy of the director.
“You don’t have to come here this afternoon, and today a new colleague is here for three months. He’s interested in your column. Your former partner Yang took pregnancy leave, and for three months you’re in charge with your new colleagues. I’m sorry.
A slap and a sweet date?
This phone call from the director is a mess. What’s this new colleague doing?
I, Kang Xiaoqiao, live in a small second-line city and are in charge of a project called the Poverty Alleviation Project, which has been staged on television — a visit to traditional folk craftsmen.
Interested in my cool-hearted column? I am surprised that the taste of new colleagues is so extraordinary.
With a strong gossip, I set up a company.
The news is full of 99+ “Girls” “Sorceress” and “Serve.”
Turns out, the little sister in the front office photographed the back of a new co-worker who went to work this morning.
The photographs were very vague, with only one thin, back-skinned profile, and in that case captured the radiant heart of the station.
I’m gonna give him a monkey!
raw monkey +1
raw monkey +36
I have a tummy. This back looks like a dog. Turn around.
Two.
In the evening, the director set up a singing board to ask me to come over and say it’s a young man.
I went to KTV and found out I was the only one from the station.
I looked at the director at the door of the box with two dogs, and the director, who was in the middle of the square, had two hands: I told you one.
The director opened the door of the box, and a kind look was turned between me and my new colleague: “This is Ginger, Kang Xiao-hye, and Macald from our station. You like any song you like. I’m sorry.
I followed the Director’s eyes and sat on the couch with a young man wearing a simple white shirt and leisure pants.
He’s very well-tempered, as a small picture of the five officials, and he’s coming closer to the finer.
Especially a handsome man with a pair of glasses on his nose that looks very elegant.
It’s just how this guy looks so familiar.
He stood up and put out a long, fixed index finger on his lower lip … The unobserved wound.
Then the handsome man reached out with a white hand: “Miss Kang, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m sorry.
Imagination. It must be hallucinations. I’m subconscious.
His lips were smug and he laughed: “As Miss Kang sings well, I am not polite.” I’m sorry.
Then, the handsome man wrote three songs, ” What a man ” , ” A drunk butterfly ” , ” Love by death ” .
Every time I report, my face is black.
The director was also agitating and praising his taste.
It’s not scary to get drunk. It’s terrible to have someone after you.
I was thinking about last night when I took the delivery boy and cried out how I was left to death by my ex-boyfriend.
My dignity is dead.
He died on the 12th of June in the dark of the night, with his hands wide open.
What’s this bloody story about the God of Sobbing? Last night, my new partner took advantage of me as a delivery boy.
What’s graceful and abstinence? It’s Sven!
The director left, was called by his dear wife and asked me to take care of the new colleagues before leaving.
And We approached him in the dark, (saying): “I warn you that if you say anything about what happened last night, then do not blame me for using the most generous means against you. I’m sorry.
He picks out the frown, his eyes look like ink, and he leaves a natural tweak in his pen.
He held the frame, and his voice was low: “You want to bully me? I’m sorry.
3
Bullying?
I was unconsciously spitting, and the word was so fascinating.
His pupils were deep, white on the side, pushed by cold lights, and it seemed a little unrealistic.
I’ve been staring at that face.
He seems to remember something, and he’s taken a step back. I’m sorry.
Excuse me?
Is your strategic retreat serious?
The handsome man also seemed to realize that he was overreacting, rubbing his eyebrow and taking off his glasses.
“Miss Kang, no offense. I’m sorry.
The handsome man suddenly showed me some confusion and had to reach out to him.
It was not my fault that, at the moment when his hand was reached, he appeared, under a thin eyelashes, an invisible emotion, as if he were restraining, as if he were tense.
The beautiful hand of Tsui Kregawa hangs on my back for a moment, and the submutation of my submersible rubbed the silver bracelet on my right wrist.
So I fastened the bracelet, and said, “This is my family’s heirloom, if you want to make a fortune…”
I haven’t figured out the last part yet.
Tsui brookon’s eyebrow, “The Color?”
4
And he looked, and the sight went up from my ribs, and then turned away politely, and stiffened his mouth.
Hey, handsome, don’t get so focused.
It’s almost 11:00 p.m.
“Sorry, I think we should go. I’m sorry.
Suh Kwegawa opened his mouth. It was the director’s plan.
I’m nodding.
It took KTV to find out when the rain had begun.
And it doesn’t mean it’s over, but it’s getting worse.
We don’t have any umbrellas, and Tsui brookon obviously noticed that.
It’s summertime, but I don’t think a girl can do such a cruel thing as a handsome guy when she comes home late in the night.
He went to the counter to borrow an umbrella, an old one, which was folded so thinly, that was the only one.
Tsui Kregawa frowned the umbrella with wrinkles.
What do you mean?
Or is he prepared to flee with an umbrella and abandon me?
I saw him with his eyebrows and his sight passed over the fresh footprints of the outsiders on the marble floor.
His voice was unexpectedly mild: “It’s raining, take the umbrella and be safe.” I’m sorry.
Three words, simple words and words.
Tsui brookon passed the umbrella to me.
And my lips moved, and made my heart a small man, and my bellies were in the womb.
He took the umbrella and left first.
The handsome man’s back leaves clean and well-known.
I can’t help but appreciate the fact that you can’t live with your emotions.
Until I was two minutes away because I was moved and saw a black-coloured Cayenne pass by in front of me.
The window moved down, and Tsui brookon in the driver’s seat noded at me about manners, and then drove away.
I said, “What?”
I’m in the wind, and suddenly the umbrella doesn’t smell.
5
What kind of bike? Isn’t there enough work?
I never thought my career would collapse the next day.
I’m going to interview an old artist next week, but the question and character profile have been hit by the director on countless occasions.
After 13 interviews, the director’s face was darker than once.
I said, “Space, too big, too unrealistic.”
A few days ago, he boasted that I had ideas as a young man, and that’s only two days apart, and that my face has become faster than a random ghost.
Finally, the director shot me in the shoulder and kindly told me, “Redo it again.” I’m sorry.
At night, I was left alone to work overtime.
The fluorescent light on the desk was dark.
I went into the bathroom and phoned my best friend Xiaochuan, and I gave up my wise decision and the director’s injustice.
“The Mediterranean director smiles and smiles and he sees me as black as a carbs. I’m sorry.
Xiaochuan has a bad idea: “You take the handsome straight down, the couple is together, and they’re off the hook.” I’m sorry.
I went out to the bathroom, and I got some classic cursings on the microphone.
And at the end of it, I hated the saying, “Sikawa, you son of a bitch. I’m sorry.
And then…
Laundromat, handsome, me.
Everyone says the triangle is stable.
My toes came out of three rooms and two halls.
Suh Kogawa’s face is a bit confused.
“My best friend, her name is Iwakawa.” I’m sorry.
However, the phone screen was dark and quiet as a chicken.
When did this bitch hang up?
Tsui brookon bowed his head, and seemed to have crossed his lips.
“Your interviewee, neither professional nor representative, cannot highlight the theme of the column,” he whispered.
There’s something I’m going to go through with my head and hit the iron while it’s hot. I’m sorry.
“and then…”
He looked at me on the side of Tsui Creek, and suddenly he looked at me, and his right hand rubbed my left arm.
He didn’t wear those glasses tonight.
From my point of view, he’s got a clear and seductive jaw line.
Suh brook used to smoke a piece of paper and clean his hands.
His eyes were at the tip of my nose and his voice was low: “Then there was another price. I’m sorry.
Six.
I know. I know, I know. I’m sorry.
Nothing in this world can be solved by a hot pot, and if there is one, add 10 to eight.
Suh brookon’s eyes were swung, and it seems to have been an accident.
He lifted his hand off the collar of a loose, black shirt, and a very shallow smile on his lips: “Okay, I’ll wait outside.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t you drive?”
I’m a little surprised that the last time he drove out of my mind.
“The place is so close that you can walk to work. I’m sorry.
I didn’t realize at the time that the “near” device was in Suh brookon. After all, I lived in a high-end neighborhood near the company.
It’s the kind of “high-end” that I can’t afford with my modest salary.
This is to be taken care of by my best friend Xiaochuan, who rents me an unoccupied house at extremely low prices.
I took Suh Haogawa to a sea floor near the company, where I wanted to show him the special treatment of a distinguished Kimhai member.
I didn’t think I’d make it.
As a hard-working worker, one day down, I had a t-shirt wrinkled because I was restless, long hair with a shoulder.
It’s nice to look at Tsui Creek, even if it’s a little messy.
The eyes of the people around us are so random that there is nowhere to be seen.
We walk together and the passersby has three words in his eyes — it doesn’t fit.
I even heard the whisperings of our guests.
“That’s his sister. I’m sorry.
“That’s bullshit. Look at the face, it can’t be a family. I bet it’s my boss. I’m sorry.
God damn boss…
So I looked into his eyes and I had the mean.
Suh brook was in the unknown, reaching out a hand to the right cuff and pushing the sour juice to my face, asking me what happened.
I didn’t talk until the waiter showed up to break this awkward atmosphere.
And then there was the big story, and I took a rough count, and he said, “Thank you” at least 13 times.
He’s making the waitress feel bad.
But there’s a lot of people coming in to serve, and even I hear the sound of the phone footage from loud voices.
I would love to say to this handsome man across the street that you should be in heaven, not in heaven.
7
It’s not a good night, I even forgot what he wanted to eat.
Four-gauge fire pots, two-man meals, one-man grief.
I just want to put an end to the fighting and take people away.
The gold and graceful face of Xu Kregawa is not in tune with the place where the people eat.
But he seemed so well-adapted that he saw me burying my head for dinner, and in the middle of it, he put out a chopstick and put a piece of chowder on me.
I didn’t say “thank you” yet, so someone took the lead.
“Suh Kogawa, I know you’ve had flowers abroad before, but I didn’t think you were so irresponsible. I’m sorry.
At our table, we don’t know when we’ll come to a woman with a fine makeup.
She had a glass in her hand and the anger on her face was obvious.
Peaches debt? I can’t believe this is happening to new colleagues.
I thought Tsui brookon would argue and be angry.
But he didn’t do anything. The woman’s noise was lined to the background plate.
The woman’s red lips opened up, and she said, “You got pregnant and thought you were done hiding somewhere else. Have you thought about how upset Chen was? I’m sorry.
Hot!
I squeezed the corner of the T-shirt under the table, snuck across the other side and showed more tension than the client.
8
There was nothing on Tsui brookon’s face, and the whole man was so calm that it seemed that the bitch was just a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
He even strutted his lips and lazily looked through the woman’s face.
I saw the glass in the woman’s hand swinging, and I’m afraid it’s about to happen at 8:00 p.m. in the classics of the dog-blood show.
Who knows, at the end of the day, she looked at me, “Foot, dog, man! I’m sorry.
Last time, this was my line.
But I compared it to that, when I said that to my ex-boyfriend, but I said it with a cry-out, and I was a little bit less. Then I watched her wrist turn in the direction and threw my face.
I said, “What?”
Sister, are you polite?
It’s sour… it’s not just her, it’s sour juice on my face.
At that time, Suh Haokawa changed in color, and he rose up with his eyebrows, and walked in front of me, reaching out to get a few piles of paper towels, to wipe off the water.
I was about to push away, but I couldn’t wait for his wrist to be pressed, and then he lifted his right hand and rubbed my watery face.
On the side, even the sound was cold: “I apologize to her.” I’m sorry.
The woman turned her back and left the scene.
“Big brother, brother, no need. “I can’t believe I’m holding his cuffs.
Tsui brookon’s face is ugly, and when he looks at me, the cold under his eyes is so tight.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Yes, I understand…
I tried to comfort him. There are many men in the world who are not less than you.
Thinking about it doesn’t seem right either.
“Can I go somewhere with you?”
His beautiful armbone was pressed on the sharp corner of the table, with a little bit of light in his eyes, and his tone had returned to his usual elegance.
— It’s so overwhelming.
“Good. * I’m the one who sent him down *
We got out of the ocean and Suh Creek stopped a taxi.
And the wind on the night of the summer is warm.
I just sat inside, and Suh Kogawa’s voice was ringing in his ear: “Strap your seat belt.” I’m sorry.
When he looked, his shoulder line rubbed my collar.
Black shirts with loose collars can clearly see a man’s fine little collarbone, and my body’s reflexive back.
“I hate it when I touch you.” I’m sorry.
9
I’m freezing.
His thin nose was too close to my nose.
I don’t know how to answer it at all, but it’s just too fast in my chest, and it’s just a little buzzing, and it keeps reminding me.
– I’m bewitched by a scumbag.
It does not seem that Tsui Kregawa intends to take this subject to the bottom either.
When he was wearing his seat belt, he covered his lips and suddenly said: “That was my ex-girlfriend’s best friend, Chen Yue’s baby. I’m sorry.
I sat still and heard him announce a name to the driver.
It’s too much information, I’ve been thinking about it all day and I’ve finally asked him, “Well, you’re wearing a green hat? I’m sorry.
He was silent and suddenly turned his head, so he looked at me: “Gang Xiaoqiao, I was the one who underestimated you before, so that the director could keep you, so it seemed that he was too hard to do business. I’m sorry.
“Cough…”
I never dreamt that Tsui Creek brought me to a church.
The whole building in front of the car was immersed in the night, and the white angel sculpture in front of the church door was covered with a moist breath.
My eyes slip from the white wings of the two angels in front of the church door.
“You believe in Christianity?”
“I am a materialist. I’m sorry.
He answered the sentence and stopped looking at me, and the cold side of his face melted into the night.
We stood at the church entrance for 10 minutes, and I really thought he was a believer here, had it not been for Suh Kogawa who had said in advance that he was a materialist.
He seems to be missing something, but my feet are so bitter.
We pointed to the top of the church, and said, “There are pigeons on it. I’m sorry.
“Go back.” I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
“No glasses, I can’t see. He explains:
When I came home that night, I found out that Suh Kogawa had accurately reported my location to the driver, and there was no problem until he went into the elevator to the 22nd floor of my house.
I held the elevator door, and I said, “This is Suh brook. This is where we are. I’m sorry.
But he passed over me, and walked straight across.
“As a new neighbor, I just wanted to remind the lady next door of noise. Suh Kwegawa’s voice is cold.
He said, “I thought I was a friend of Ms. Kang’s, and gave it to me. The blessing of Miss Kang is an unforgettable night. I’m sorry.
His tone has grown and the word “night” has been deliberately reinforced.
My smile is in the corner. Can anyone tell me where heaven is going?
Socially dead people don’t deserve to be on earth.
In the evening, someone put me through the company.
Looks like a little brown bear in a blue ink hat.
I guess I guessed who.
After that, I hesitated and struck out:
I sent a copy of this information, which is about CHOI Jiping.
Finally, add the following sentence: replacing the interviewer with CHOI would be more effective.
I looked at the three words of the document, “CHOI Ji-Ping,” and I smiled with embarrassment and no disrespect.
Choi Chi-Ping is a member of the West Indies. Unfortunately, no media interviews have been held in the last decade.
In that year, the director himself visited this guy, and without a cup of tea, he got kicked out without mercy, even more so when I was unknown.
I’m taking this seriously: I think you’re a little confused.
Suh brookon was silent for a long time before he sent the message.
“Some things don’t try. How do you know not to. I’m sorry.
I changed the interviewer to Choi Zhiping all night in the spirit of a dead horse doctor, and the selected part of the question was changed to medicine.
Who knows, the next day, the director came to me, “Ginger, you’re still too young.” I’m sorry.
I thought I was going to do it again. Who knows that the director shook his head and looked at me in the eyes of the merciful for a long time: ‘Taste it, it will always be your soul’ I’m sorry.
Well, I guess I didn’t die before I got out.
10
The advantage of a partnership with Tsui brooka is not to squeeze the subway or take a taxi.
He wears those glasses today, and it’s easy to sew them out, and even the loose ink and blue shirt looks quite formal.
Suh Haogawa drove my door to the right gentleman, but when he was head-headed, he saw my stun bag in my hand, and his eyebrow sprung.
I was just sitting in the co-pilot’s seat, and suddenly he fell down and said, “I will slow down and let me know if I feel ill.” I’m sorry.
I slit my lips, and I’m moving in words.
Then he cleared his voice and left a sentence: “Don’t throw up the car.” I’m sorry.
Dude, it was a pain in the ass. I swallowed it again.
We’ve been searching, but we can’t find out where he lives today, but we know that one of his grandsons runs a gold sculptor shop and decides to start here.
On the driver’s seat, Tsui brookon was driving.
The destination was in the city and had already been reported to the station. The election took place at 10 a.m. and the early peak could be staggered.
It didn’t take long for my abdominal cavity to hum, and it was a little loud.
It was a bit awkward, and I snuck a peek at Tsui Creek, and he didn’t seem to hear it, except that the car was moving faster than before.
It’s a nice location for the golden stone shop.
This is not a business centre, but there are many shops on the street.
We found a place to park the car, and Suh Kogawa suddenly suggested, “Why don’t we go to dinner first? I’m sorry.
There are small stalls of food in crowded alleys across the street, with a large voice on the side of the street.
“I want to eat that. I’m pointing at the one who sells rice cake across the street, remembering that there’s the same old stand in front of the school when I was a kid, and I couldn’t wait to drag Seo Creek through the tide.
I was going to ask Tsui brookon if he wanted to have some, but I saw him in the alley with his hands and feet tied, and his brows were not spread, and he thought he would not like to eat the food he sold on the stall.
The white air on the car stove passed through the face of the man on his side, who had a fine five-office outline, like a white sculpture, so easily melted into the cloud, and I shook for a moment.
And the owner of the stall was wise, and he saw that I could not walk by the scent of the radiant rice cake.
“Ladies, two tastes? I’m sorry.
“I want five.” I’m sorry.
The dealer smiles, starts the steam cage, rolls up peanuts and wears them one by one.
And Suh Haukawa took a sting, and suddenly he said: “I do not eat sweet.” I’m sorry.
And I turned my head at him: “Thank you, this is my measure.” I’m sorry.
Tsui brookon:
When the shopkeeper hands over, a clean white hand rubs my arm and takes the lead.
I went over my head and saw Suh Kogawa wrap a plastic bag around the bottom of a bamboo, and I took two rounds and handed it to me.
I exaggerate with my face: “Mr. Xu is indeed a necessary food for home travel.” I’m sorry.
The cinnamon is ready to enter, very soft, just like I remember.
Suh brookon has a small radiance in his lips, but the color under the lens doesn’t make any sense: “Miss Kang, the mouth is sweet. I’m sorry.
When he exaggerates, the tone seems to be very serious, but too polite a name always makes me feel less real.
It’s 10 minutes after we find the shop that old Choi’s grandson opened.
It’s not very nice, and it’s a sarcasm. I barely recognize it. It says, “A fast.”
Suh brook was as though he had seen something, as if he had seen it. I’m sorry.
In front of the door, by the pear-laying chair, there was an 1899 boy cleaning the floor.
While the earth was clean, he wouldn’t let go of the small dust.
When we got close, he heard footsteps and turned his face.
The young men’s foreheads are so thinly sweated, their faces so brightly covered with their hairs, and their faces so tender.
And he mistakenly thought that we were guests, and opened the broom at the beginning: “Hello, do you want to buy something or do you want to make a name stamp?” I’m sorry.
The young man seems to be in a lot of trouble when we say, “Grandfather doesn’t accept visits from strangers.” I’m sorry.
“Big brother, taste the cinnamon cake, sweet. * I’m just saying *
If he refuses to do so, he will soon be able to put the remaining cinnamon cake in his hand.
And it’s like, “I don’t know, I don’t know.” “You’re so young, you’re too busy to run a shop alone. I’m sorry.
“I’m just here after school, and my uncle is not in the store today. I’m sorry.
And then, after my tireless efforts and flaunting, the young man’s ears were too soft to reveal that Master Choi would come the day after tomorrow and give his client a watch to repair.
I added him to get real-time information.
For the purpose of de-escalating the atmosphere, I had to speak out and discuss my doubts with him.
“Listen to me, is it not wrong that Mr. Choi has been in the CHOI’s house for a long time, and has not even been seen in recent years? I’m sorry.
“Hmm? He was a bit vague.
I thought he didn’t hear it. I’m tired of repeating it.
“Sweety?” That’s kind of sweet. The fingerbones holding the steering wheel are a little tight, and the sound cools down. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
What a dog.
How hungry is it that I am to love a child?
But to the dark eye of Haut-Sekikawa, my lips were stiffened, and I argued against myself: “This is a curve that saves the country, and enters the enemy’s innermost, in order to win.” I’m sorry.
Suh brookon’s eyes were dark and his eyes were sharp.
It seemed like it was my fault, and he was very quick to focus on driving, and he said, “Smuggle a little. I’m sorry.
I naturally wouldn’t admit it, but I changed it to “Spring Wind.”
At night and at the time of Xiaochuan’s phone call, she heard me tell you about the setback in my recent work and about this trip with Tsui brookon, telling me that this brother is interested in you.
I felt like I was being trampled on my foot, and the finger of the trigger was squeezing, and I said, “No way! I’m sorry.
Xiaochuan said I was too slow to think about what had happened recently, and she wanted to say it, just because I was afraid of playing straight.
I’ve carefully refined the meaning of this phrase, and I remember all the things I first saw at Tsui Creek.
I have to admit, the beauty of Seo brook, the beauty of the five officials, the gentle and thoughtful, is my favorite.
The next day, I thought of panda eyes in the middle of the night going to work, meeting early, dying in the tea room and meeting a man who was bothering me with my dreams last night.
He was tall and thin, and I was trying to avoid it, and I was walking too fast, and he grabbed his little arm.
Suh brookon was so strange this day that he let it loose without courtesy, but his left arm came and put me on a high-foot chair in the tea room.
He reached out with his hands silently, pressed the cup-top with his tail finger, and brought up the coffee I had washed.
The cup was slightly tilted in his white palms, and there was nothing in Tsui Creek’s tone: “You didn’t take the coffee, you were avoiding me?” I’m sorry.
And when he spoke, he was dazzled at the end of his eye, and his narrow eyes had the effect of being damp through the halls of the southern mountains.
It’s more or less vague.
And he’s not enough. He leans on me.
I went over my head, my lower lip rubbed through his collar and his ears started to burn, and I shrugged my shoulder and came out of his arm.
Suh Kogawa has not stopped, and the tail sound is still low: “It’s time for the loss of love, too. I’m sorry.
And We adjusted the fragrance, and took away his cup of ceramics in a state of panic. I’m sorry.
I am not very specific, but I do not speak for myself, and if he knew what I meant, he could at least speak straight to me.
What else would we be like?
His ex-girlfriend’s girlfriend mistakenly assumed that he was his current girlfriend, and he did not defend himself, so incoherently close and seemed to adhere to basic courtesy.
By me he’s relieved.
“KANG Xiao-hye, I think I’m doing quite clearly. I’m sorry.
And he groaned and unexpectedly bowed his head: “Hey, can we talk after work tonight?”
When a man’s dark eyes are swollen, there’s a pretty light.
“Good. I’m sorry.
Tsui Kregawa seems to be in a better mood, and his lips are thin.
On the way from work, Tsui brookon waited for me to come back.
On the way, we were silent about the day, and I needed to be psychologically prepared to believe that he too.
I’m still wondering if I’ll talk at his house or at my house.
After all, it’s the same household, and my house is the first place I met with Seo brook.
The familiar battlefields have experienced those embarrassing scenes, which can be described as the memory of the dead.
I decided to come out of the elevator and propose to go to his house.
But when the elevator stopped on the 22nd floor and the door opened, the first person to go out saw the family outside of Seo Creek, standing by a young woman.
The woman was carrying a soft bag of sheep.
She turned her back to me with a thin, thin back and a light yellow heel on her feet.
It’s been a long time since young women changed their minds around their feet, and when their calves were shaking, their skirts swung.
The dress is made of a leaf that shakes on the waves, and man becomes tingling from it as softly as he can drip water.
She bowed to the door, and was of the most polite, unheated, and then tied her hands and waited in silence.
When I walked out the elevator, she didn’t turn around and seemed to know she wasn’t waiting for someone.
For some reason, I’m conscious to guess who she is, and she’s probably the one who met before.
Behind you, the man’s voice is so gentle, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
At almost the same time, the woman turned around.
Her sight fell on my face, and instead of making more stopovers, she was stuck on Tsui brooke, who only walked out of the elevator.
Everything just happened.
“Kikawa, can we talk? I’m sorry.
12
Women’s appearance can only be considered pure, but they are very good-looking, with soft eyes, and they don’t even smile when they speak and bend down with the sound.
Seeing the small changes in her eyebrows, it also seemed that it was easy to hold a lake of hearts, so I knew what a gentle knife was.
Even if the blade is hidden, it will lead the victim to death.
He wrinkled and wrinkled, unlike the woman before him, and said to me, “Wait for me.” I’m sorry.
A warm lamp in the corridor was spilled silently, sculpting the side face of the man into a shadow.
Come on, he’s gone. There’s no more explanation for me.
The position is suddenly empty.
I looked at that young woman with long hairs like seaweed, and her fingers rolled to the end.
She’s sided by the first-class Tsui Creek, asking to go in, quiet without aggression.
When I was a kid, I used to envy the hostess with long hairs like seaweed, a soft face, and a perfect image of the hostess at 8 p.m.
Unimaginably, there was a day in real life when the two of them stood together, like a painting, like the ancient painters, who were in love with each other.
She’s been deviating, and she’s done a little bit of the front of the forehead, like she’s done a million times.
I saw Tsui Kregawa’s beautiful back of his neck, leaning over and opened the door and not avoiding it.
He said he wanted to talk to me tonight, until then I had been carrying an unrealistic and ridiculous fantasy.
Thought he might like me a little bit.
But when I saw Chen, it became clear that it was all my wish.
Even in their play, I was simply trying to reconcile the marginal roles of male and female masters and once thought that I would be the main actor in the play.
The heart appears to have been grafted early, not so much as the pain of tearing the heart apart, but rather sorely wrapped in threads that were not covered in the wind.
When I tried to rip my cocoon, I gave each other a sincere, real, beating heart.
By then, it is being held hostage even tighter.
I almost ran away, turned to the door and opened the key in a panic.
It is only when the door is closed that it leans on its back and lets its body slide.
I tried so hard to keep myself from thinking about the images outside the door, but I couldn’t control my heart, standing close to the door, doing what the smallest man did, looking out the eyes of a cat and looking at what was going on outside.
They found out they were in the house.
As Ogawa once said, I come and go as fast as I can.
When the university broke up, she was allowed to drink in her dormitory, crying and dying, but after a few days, as if nothing had happened, she was left behind.
But what she doesn’t know is that I’m a very blunt person, and it seems like I’m coming out very quickly, even in the wind, but pain always comes.
I will deliberately avoid the places I’ve been with my ex-boyfriend, the restaurants I’ve been with, even the verbs I’ve been talking to each other as small.
He said he wanted me to wait for him, but he waited for his ex. What am I? An empty transfer?
I admit I’m a coward and I didn’t even think of sending a message to ask.
I can’t breathe with these web-connected silks wrapped in a thick, thick, thick and thick.
Fortunately, I have become clear before everything fermented. It’s not like when the mud is in deep, it’s embarrassing for both.
Perhaps it would be less painful to draw a line and stop the damage in time.
13
I’m determined to draw a line with Seo Creek.
It’s small.
Although there was no business separation, I was the first to open the back door of the car, move in haste and hit the roof with my head.
I sat down in the shadows, fearing that Tsui brookon would see me as being obscurous and vague: “The co-pilot’s glass is too big and the sun is so bright.” I’m sorry.
After that, I’d like to bite my tongue off.
Tsui Kregawa was stationed in front of the car, and I picked out the eyebrow because of my words.
When he got in the car, he put his left hand on a black steering wheel, sided by side, with an undetectable smile, “My boss, please fasten your seat belt. I’m sorry.
He’s been accusing me of being the driver.
Don’t be rude.
He turned not back, and suddenly asked: “Do you have nothing to ask?” I’m sorry.
And We took a slap on the cheek, and struck a long hew, and said: No. I’m sorry.
In the rear-view mirror, his glasses slipped a little, and he didn’t move up a bit: “Go back today, if you want to say so.” I’m sorry.
When you got off, Seo Kregawa had a box in his hand.
He opened the door in the back seat with his eyes on my knee with a wrinkled dress and his eyebrow sprung, but he said nothing.
“Are we going to give gifts? I’m sorry.
The box, which is so big, looks like it’s worth a lot. I’m sorry.
Tsui brooke looked down at me and shook his head with his lips.
Oh, I’m small.
A man who can afford a carte blanche must not care about a gift.
If I was relieved and he was confused, he explained, “I don’t want to pay for it, I’ll pay for it.” I’m sorry.
I was shocked by the word “talent.”
Suh Kogawa has already taken a step in the direction of “One Ramadan”.
Inside, at the table at the end of the long-fingered red wood counter, one day, one day, one day.
On the pear chair, the old man with the chicken-skin turret hair is on the face, and it’s so cheesy to say something new.
It’s called “Small Fate” at a non-probable location.
CHOI is a good-looking man, and the broad face of yellow gills, and there is a small band of beards that cannot be shaved in the midst of the people, and they are left with a little funny.
I’ve heard about Choi’s refusal to interview, and I thought it would be a very difficult old man. But when he saw us, he was so passionate, he asked if he wanted to buy something for the house.
I’m spending my share of the gift in pain, deliberately two steps away from Tsui Creek.
I was sure, with my own self-righteous smile, that when I showed my interest, Choi became a good person and turned his back.
He went straight to the corner of the counter, where he held the edge of the redwood table and placed the box in front of Choi.
The old man took a look at us and said, “Young people are having a little trouble.” I’m sorry.
The eyes of Xu brook were calm, and the lips turned around: “You laugh.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know if it’s CHOI’s joke or what’s in the box.
“I have a bird’s mark here, and I want to ask you a lesson. I’m sorry.
He said that with humility, with his head down and his eyelids strangling, and a shallow arc.
It’s a beautiful line, and it’s supposed to fit the whole five officials, but he’s too thin and cold, and he smells of alienation.
It is clear that Choi has had more fun with what is in that box than with the interview we have proposed.
I witnessed this discussion all afternoon.
If the man was wearing a long shirt and had a low eyebrow, he would have had a very thick plume.
CHOI QUAZE ZUEI HOIKUWAY has the merit of a book so that it can be so gifted in cure.
And after two inches of discussion, the 2-inch bird’s mark was deliberately knocked off a corner.
In the middle of the journey, the man turned his back, saw me and the boring little guy, rubbed his eyebrow, and handed me those little frame glasses.
In fact, I did my homework, and I bought a full set of engraving tools on the Internet, with different tungsten blades, different in size and size, and I’m still working hard at the writing back.
On the way back, I asked Seo brookon what he had left for Choi.
Then I saw with my eyes to the point, and when he said goodbye to CHOI, he pulled something out of his pocket.
It became clear to me that the old man, Choi, had refused to be interviewed since 10 years ago because his favorite disciple was lost in the media interview.
As a result of media campaigns, a large number of quilts were taken over by their own studios. Later, the student was just trying to beat his reputation out, ignoring what he was supposed to do as a healer.
CHOI was so angry that he had no connection with his brother, so he blamed himself for having opened the river and led his disciples astray.
Suh Kogawa left Choi with a video, which was very simple and collected as he tried to.
Men, women and children, without exception, are enthusiasts.
All of these people are motivated by the fact that CHOI’s interview 10 years ago went into the business of Kimblei and continues to do so alone.
I know that he wanted to tell Choi through this impact information that many people had stepped into the industry because of his previous interview.
CHOI’s presence is in itself a course for many people.
Although it is not known whether or not in the end Choi will come back, I know that Tsui Kregawa is trying to open up his previous knots as much as possible.
The car was slow on the road and I was silent for a long time.
At the beginning of my career as a journalist, I was a new man with passion for work. Not to say that you want to be the voice of the people, but at least to respect your work and promise never to change your mind.
But in the last two years, I’ve had it and I’ve lost my heart for the pay of the three dates a month.
Even looking at older generations who were trying to make money for the news, were reluctant to report, and often used spring and autumn French to be vague and indifferent.
When did I begin to become a person who once hated myself?
Tsui Kregawa seemed to realize that I was in a bad mood, and when the light was red and green, he drove the soundbox in the car.
The comforting tune has eased me from this steep, yet lifeless sense of weakness.
Immediately thereafter, the quick buzzing of the mobile phone interrupted the moment.
The sound of my mother’s incompetence came in, and she said she was in the hospital, sick, and I wanted to see her.
And finally, she was like, “Be less angry with me a few times, and I won’t be like this.” I’m sorry.
Before I could ask more questions, my dad took the phone, gave me an address and hung up.
“I’m not going back to the station, I’m going to call the hospital.” I’m sorry.
Suh brookon’s body is stiff, and next second, sit up a bit.
“I’ll drop you off. I’m sorry.
He said, “This is not a good place to call a car. I’m sorry.
My mother’s heart is not so good. I’m already freaking out.
Although in the same city, I haven’t been home for three months since my mom and I had a big fight.
After listening to the reason, Xu Kregawa insisted on sending me over, and I didn’t have the strength to speak out against it, just to get to the hospital.
At the moment, apart from the great regret in my heart, my mind is still blank.
Suh brookon looked with his eyebrow, and comforted, “The mother and father are in heaven, and nothing will happen.” I’m sorry.
When I got to the hospital, I saw my mother standing in front of the hospital on the street across the thong road with my father with his medical record.
I walked over and exchanged eyes with my dad.
My dad’s face is like, “What’s the difference?”
Tsui Kregawa stopped the car, and I came here because I was anxious.
And before I asked, my mother, when she saw me, she pulled my arm, and she slashed my face, and said, “I’ve heard from Kogawa that you don’t have the right person, and you don’t see Liu, who your aunt introduced to you before you said it was inappropriate.” I’m sorry.
She’s still alive. How can she be weak on the phone?
I didn’t realize my mother had a gift.
She saw me not to speak, and she did not give up: “The one who pelted his nose, nor saw you come to the end with the one before him. I’m sorry.
I took my father’s medical record, and I looked it over, and I realized that my mother was just cold and eating crabs, causing a gastrointestinal problem, and that she came to the hospital to get two boxes of pills.
“Mom, do you have to joke about your body?” I have to work today. I’m sorry.
My mother was not ashamed, but proud: “I don’t care, we’re going to get you back to the blind date today.” I’m sorry.
She pointed to the silver bracelet on my wrist: “Who likes you for a day when she doesn’t know how to wear a make-up, always wearing this old-fashioned jewelry?” I’m sorry.
My mother insisted that a girl needs a bead, and she’s always sneezing at my aesthetics.
15
I haven’t found a reasonable reason to see how Suh Haogawa approached.
I watched him talk again, and he picked his eyebrow and didn’t know that he had heard a few words.
“Hello, Uncle, I’m Xiaohiu’s boyfriend, Tsui brook. I’m sorry.
He’s got a head, and his voice goes right through my mom’s very hard-won vibrating atmosphere.
Suh brookon has an excellent skeleton, and a simple shirt can wear a clean air.
The old two were surprised by the sudden introduction of Seo Creek.
My mother looked up and took a breath and asked with a little doubt: “You’re not mistaken?” I’m sorry.
Tsui Kregawa smiled, and was a little bit desperate: “We’ve been talking about this for a while, I’m sorry, I should have come to the house first, but I didn’t think it would be the first time I met my uncle and aunt. I’m sorry.
When his lips were raised and his smile was true, there was a sense that the world was open.
I’m a little lost, with my eyes tied. After a quick response, he took Seo brookon’s arm and cast his “grateful thanks, all in all.”
My mom and dad haven’t gotten along, but apparently my mom doesn’t want to talk about dating anymore.
She was blindfolded for a while and quickly deluded herself.
“Shou, my aunt is anxious, she has a boyfriend and she hasn’t spoken to her family.” I’m sorry.
My dad was laughing at me.
The lower cheekbones of Tsui brookon are so fluid, their eyes are soared, and they’re less obscurantistic: “Let’s take you and your uncle home. What do we say?” I’m sorry.
My dad suggested we go home for dinner.
Suh brookon’s eyebrows are exhausted, but I have to deal with my parents.
I was a bit upset, and I said, “This time I’m not going to eat, I’m going to work tomorrow, and I’ll take him home on weekends.” I’m sorry.
It’s not that big of a deal.
My mom took a look at my dad and turned her face into an old, radiant mother: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t eat today, come home for the weekend, I’ll cook you a good meal. I’m sorry.
I smoked my mouth, and my dark cuisine was perfect for my mother’s cooking.
My mother gave me a hard look, and the warning was self-evident.
When I got in the car, I pulled my mom in the back, but I couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
On the way, her problems remained as if she were the mother of the census board, and she had to ask questions about her family’s work.
Tsui brookon behaved more securely than I thought, and asked questions.
When asked, “Suh is so good, he must have talked about it for a few more years,” he looked down and said, “We talked about one for less than a year. I’m sorry.
My mother smiled well: “Good, good experience.” I’m sorry.
Good, good.
She put the word “good” on Seo Creek for over 20 years.
These obvious questions of privacy have not shown any impatience.
My mother began to gossip and asked: “How did you and I know know each other?” I’m sorry.
“The first meeting was an accident. I’m sorry.
He didn’t look at the car, said he was done, and he seemed to think of something.
And suddenly I thought of the scene of death after the drunkenness of the drink, and then blocked the back of Tsui brook in time, and passed over to my mother, saying, “We were in a small town, and he moved away, and I volunteered and showed him the way, and he was moved and pursued me. I’m sorry.
My mom’s got a face.
She probably doesn’t look like a roadblock to Seo brook.
Suh brookon smiled, and didn’t crack my lies, just to add the phrase: “I am a colleague. I’m sorry.
That’s why my mom’s giving up.
It’s the second time he’s called me a “sniff” and it doesn’t matter, and it seems to be full of pity.
I was so confused that I couldn’t think of anything I’d heard.
16
My parents live in an old community, not a resident here, and it’ll be difficult to get a car in.
Suh Kwegawa parked his car outside an old street alley and insisted on sending the two of his men back, more thoughtful than my own daughter.
When we went out from the old neighborhood again, I laughed a little hard: “Did my mom embarrass you today?” I’m sorry.
“That’s good. He’s so sudden.
Later, I knew that what Seo brook did not say was that because his mother had passed away, his father had been disciplined, and there was little time to talk about a thing.
I walked in parallel with him in the old street, which was short, and I deliberately slowed down.
It’s the smoke around, it’s reassuring.
On the sidewalk, there was a three-wheel cart with flowers of all kinds.
The fragrance is almost squeezing into the nasal cavity, seeking to cleanse the hearts of passers-by.
Unfortunately, today is not the kind of festival that has been given special significance, and the business is rather bleak.
I’m attracted to a white little wild daisy, so I can’t stop looking at it.
Suh brook was following my eyes, and they remained in baskets of vines near their handles, and they were stained with thin twilight flowers.
And in the dark of his pupils, the lightness of God came down.
“Wait a minute. And suddenly he stopped and he whispered to me.
The shopkeeper didn’t have a good hearing. He was told for a while, and it was the old shopkeeper who pointed at the two-dimensional code on the back of the car.
I saw him pull out his cell phone and then shake his head and take out the money and hand it to the old man.
He’s very grateful, and thanks all the time.
Because of the delay, he came and explained: “That’s from the family.
And he gave me the wild daisies with a hand.
And We took the flowers of the old papers, and the place We held in hand seemed to have passed by the sunset, as if it were warm and warm.
I was unconsciously looking at the sun on the edge of the west, and I didn’t look at it at noon, but he was blinded, and he was always so right…
And suddenly the nasal cavity was sour, and I said, “My best friend, um, is the one who has the same name as yours, and she says you’re interested in me.” I’m sorry.
Suh Hsui has his eyebrow, he touches my hair, and there’s something wrong with him.
He stopped and said, “It’s only by other people’s advice that you can think of this layer.” I’m sorry.
It’s my turn to be shocked.
“Come to my house tonight.” I’m sorry.
“Is it that fast? * I got my chin up and my eyes were full of wonders *
His face turned red, and he moved his eyes: “What do you think, I’m talking about watching a movie together? I’m sorry.
I’m:
We live close, but I’ve never been to his house.
Before I went back, I had dinner with him at the restaurant downstairs.
That meal, they ate each other very little, and they weren’t there.
When I got back to the block, I went to the elevator, and I followed Suh Kwegawa to his house. The entrance passed through a small door, all of which was made of cold colour.
There’s a little velvet sofa in the ink. It’s very unusual.
Tsui brookon asked me to sit down and take a box of logs.
I went over it, and I found a video of the Chinese and English subtitles in a bunch of pretentious, semi-literate English disks — the killer wasn’t cold enough to hand it over to him, and he was a bit desperate.
He smiled, and he put a piece of it in a box that I had abandoned.
“This is an old disk, not very clear. He explained that the remote control which reached out to lift and lowered the projectile on the wall by an inch.
The blue light runs through the air from a small hole, on a pure white curtain, and the light crosses to draw the contours of the man.
I see a bit of hysteria.
It happened to hit Tsui Creek and turned around, with a cold light inside, reflecting on a man’s lens, as if he also saw light coming through.
And I suddenly felt a bit dry in my throat, so I couldn’t take the lead.
But he has come down, bending down, reaching out his hand and taking away the mobile phone that was next to me, and he has seen me as if I were a great enemy, and I have been crying and laughing.
Tsui Kregawa found the film in his mobile video software, which was shown on the screen.
Although I knew with him that the film should have seen it before, it was silent.
I leaned in my arms on the arm of the sofa and cut half the distance between Suh brook.
And he seemed to be paying attention to the sight of the image, and I gathered up some inappropriate thoughts, and he took a nap in the middle of it and woke up with a blanket.
It’s hot, but at night, it’s sweaty.
It’s like Suh brookon feels something here. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. “I replied that my throat was a bit mute.
He stretches out his hand and picks up a little bit of a glass of hot water, and when his finger rubs my finger, his belly feels warm and warm.
And Xu brooke withdrew his hand, and I glanced at him, and he looked down at his eyelashes, and the dark eyelashes cast a small shadow over his eyelids.
I squeezed the corner of the blanket and squished the warm water, and the film was shown to the end.
And suddenly I started playing, and I put down the mug of Mark, and I looked for the film in my memory. “Seki Creek, either in love or dead.” I’m sorry.
His long armbone on his knee was naturally tightened, his slightly condensed throat moved and a thin red stain on his head.
I looked at him in half, and what he answered by my doubt during the day was not enough for me … far from it.
It’s only possible to use the words of Martinda in the video to test the meaning of the idea.
“Stop it. I’m sorry.
And when he looked over his face, he saw a little bit of drowning.
Strange, he suddenly said, “Why don’t we give it a try? I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
Tsui brookon looked at me very carefully, with a very strong look and something to say.
I was just about to ask what to try.
The hanger clock on the wall, the copper needles came with a slight sound.
He looked up at the clock and reminded me that it was eleven o’clock. I’m sorry.
When I didn’t react, he reached out to my head and his voice was low: “Are you really going to sleep here?” I’m sorry.
And finally, in the film’s finale, the end of my escape ended.
17
When I got back, I was surprised that Tsui Kogawa was going to say something to me today, but unfortunately I almost slept with the whole movie.
I’m lying in bed. I can’t sleep. Open it.
Xiaochuan almost returned and hit a ‘?’
And then, “Of course it’s what you think.” I’m sorry.
After receiving a positive response from the bystanders, I fell asleep in a state of disquiet and post-neophorism.
Once a man has identified something, there is a feeling that the nearness is even more daunting.
The next day, I was up early to avoid working with Tsui brook.
Before the meeting, the Director told me that last night, Choi Zhi-ping called and said he would like to be interviewed by our “visiting traditional craftsmen” and asked me to prepare the interview in advance, which is scheduled for Monday.
He took the look of a warm cup, and was merciful.
I was so excited to buy a thick wig for the directors of the Mediterranean.
I wanted to tell him the first good news, but unfortunately there was no one above him.
It’s late? I thought of the fatigue he couldn’t hide from last night.
This feeling of joy must be shared with the loved ones in order to have a double pleasure.
But after half an hour, Tsui brookon failed to respond.
Last night was too warm and good.
If it wasn’t for the little sister at the front desk who called and said that there was a Miss Chan waiting in the first floor hall, I almost forgot what the thorn was between us.
When I got off the elevator, I had a feeling that I was on the couch in the hall, and I saw that familiar and seemingly strange woman.
It’s Tsui Kogawa’s ex-girlfriend, Chen Shui.
She saw me come, and she took the lead: “I’m Chen Shui, and I told you that I was in a hurry to say hello. I’m sorry.
I groaned in my heart: “What is it that you seek me for?” I’m sorry.
She did not deny that the mouths were softly smiled and softly not offensive: “I have a question for you. I’m sorry.
Chen Shui said that the professor who had been studying had contacted her and Tsui Kogawa, had a good project, wanted them to pass, and offered them good conditions.
“I bought him a flight at 4:00. I’m sorry.
The smile of her mouth, stating the facts, was: “The message he sent did not reply, perhaps considering it, or refusing it. I’m sorry.
She didn’t seem to expect me to respond to those words.
“I came here to take my chances,” she raised her eyebrow and said, “Did I confess to you? I’m sorry.
This topic has a far-reaching turn, and Chen does not seem to be used to such conversation, and the tone has fallen and there has been some confusion.
I’m a little hesitant, and I’d love to tell her the bottom line, yes.
But finally, it shakes its head.
That night, when they were at Tsui Creek’s house, I was a little sarcastic. Why did Xu Xiaochuan choose me instead of being the perfect woman?
It is clear that they had a common experience of learning, even though they had been together for only a year. But it was only a month or so that I knew Seo brook.
She didn’t seem to care what I answered, but it was like she grabbed a straw, and it was clean.
“I really regret that, once, I was taken care of by brooke, but behind that care was more of a formulaic approach. I’m sorry.
Chen Zheng thinks I’m a talker. She asks me what amnesia is?
18
Medically, persons suffering from amnesia are defined as the brain with an automated memory system, a person with hypermemoment and no ability to forget. I can remember what I’ve been through first-hand, and I can give you any details.
I bit my lower lip, and the sound was a little tremor: “Do you mean Suh Kogawa, he has amnesia? She noded, and said, “Is it funny to be with someone like this, like facing a machine, every single frame, every move being automatically stored?” There’s no fight, and there’s nothing going on between couples. Because when he opens a head, he can remember the whole of a fight. I’m sorry.
“Sometimes it doesn’t mean love. She said half of it, and her eyes blinked, “That time, I pretended to have children with someone else. But you know what? He wasn’t angry, he wasn’t even angry. He just broke up peacefully. I’m sorry.
She laughed, “I am too similar to his sex, like two cups of cold water, and no one can burn.” I’m sorry.
Chen Tsi said she knew from the first moment she saw me that I was different and that there was something that seemed capable of screwing up everything.
I’m groaning in my heart, thank you for your little humor and don’t think that’s a compliment.
She’s a bit pale, “When the professor contacted us, I suddenly felt like this was a gift, and I wanted to catch her.”
She said that she would wait for him at the airport because she did not want to regret it, at least for once in her life.
When she left, she had a sense of relief, as if she knew soberly that she was waiting for Godo.
But I think she’s wrong.
It was not until young women had completely lost their skinny backs that I lost my shoulders.
The word “super amnesia” is strange to me, but I have almost no doubt about what Tsui Creek said.
Similarly, he could not have come to work for no reason, if he had not faced difficult choices.
Chen Xin said it was her last time.
I went back to my office.
During the lunch break, I refused to order with my colleague, sitting downstairs in a snack shop, without any taste.
Even Chen Chen’s behavior is filled with “cute and condescending” and makes a final effort for his beloved.
But I’m dying to like Suh brookon, and I’m waiting for him to make that decision?
When I went out, I pressed my phone screen, and in the dialogue box, there was only a bunch of lonely face packs that I’d sent, and Tsui brookon still didn’t respond.
I finally had the courage to dial a voice call, but it was a long time ago, but nobody answered.
In the end, I decided to ask Suh Kogawa to at least give me a right to know.
Otherwise, what are these days and last night?
Unfortunately, I was in trouble on my way to the airport.
When I got to the airport lobby, I ran to the waiting counter to know that the flight to Germany had stopped and would have taken off in 10 minutes.
The string, which was so tight, suddenly broke.
At last, I couldn’t help but cry in the lobby of the airport, and I couldn’t look at others for a long time.
The old man came over and handed me a tissue.
I’m crying like a bitch looking at him.
And he patted me on the shoulder, and comforted me with a saying, “Bye bye-bye, and the next one will be better.” I’m sorry.
I’m crying more. Bye? I didn’t get it.
Until uncle reminded me that the phone rings several times.
On the screen, it’s a strange number.
It’s not a fraudulent phone, it’s a house.
I’m about to break my heart once again.
I’m not sure, but there’s a warm voice across the street. I’m sorry.
I’ve got a blank brain and I’m like, “Suh, Tsui Creek. I’m sorry.
“Why are you crying? Where are you? A colleague from the station said you didn’t come to work this afternoon. I’m sorry.
He didn’t leave, and I was confused by the suddenness of the situation, so I answered in a manner that said, “Why didn’t you answer the phone? I’m sorry.
“When the mobile phone was paid, it was connected to the headphone line, hit by someone, showing that the screen had broken and had just been repaired. I’m sorry.
After explaining, he smiled a little bit on that head: “The address was sent to me until I drove to pick you up.” I’m sorry.
19
I calmed down, and after half an hour, Tsui brookon came over.
He held my hand and pulled me out of the ground.
It was only then that I felt how ashamed I was and almost buried in his chest.
The tip of the nostrils seemed to be a little twitchy, and then I went back, and I saw that the buttons on Tsui brookon’s shirt had been unbuttoned, and the skirts were looser than usual, and a cold white velvet appeared in the collarbone.
I heard him say, “Have you seen Chen?” I’m sorry.
“Well, she says you’re an amnesia patient. My voice is a bit boring.
Tsui brookon bowed his head and saw carefully the tears on my face.
It’s over, he’s low, “You know what? “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you this myself.” I’m sorry.
Somehow, I don’t want to hear him say sorry.
I suck my nose and look at him very seriously: “It’s not an end in itself, and it also has an advantage, at least the memory of happiness will remain forever.” I’m sorry.
And he heard it, and there was a strange light in his eyes: “Well, I have no choice for you.” I’m sorry.
I’m a little confused, and when Tsui Creek drove me back, I found out this wasn’t the way to the station.
Until the car was parked in front of the familiar church.
White angel sculptures are still standing not far away.
He turned his face and asked me, “Remember the first time we met?” I’m sorry.
I’m a little obnoxious: “Of course, I remember when I was drunk and I thought of you as a delivery boy…”
Suh brookon explored his body, and lean hands fell between my arms: “No, that was the second time I met.” I’m sorry.
And as soon as he fell, he drew close to my eyebrow, warm and warm, and descended down. And with his lips as a paper, the platitude was cold and unsustainable.
Suh brookon’s lips were thin, and when he had passed away, he was a little repulsive and intoxicating.
And he pointed to the bracelet of silver, which was in my right wrist: “This bracelet, which my mother loved, was the first time that she met, a gift from me.” I’m sorry.
I haven’t come back from the unexpected warmth, and I’ve heard that the pupils have shrunk: “You were that Christmas Eve the brother?” I’m sorry.
He’s laughing so hard.
The memory that was already blurred in the brain was easily pulled out.
It was Christmas Eve in the second grade of elementary school, and my mother and I had a big fight and decided to leave.
I’ve brought two chocolates that smell like gills, and I feel like I’ve come a long, long way, and I’ve turned around to a church.
I sat on the steps and ate two pieces of chocolate in my pocket. I’m about to say goodbye to the two white angel sculptures at the church entrance and continue my journey.
But there’s a man standing in front of the statue on the left.
It’s a skinny teenager, much taller than me.
How do we paint it?
Then, in my dream, the meeting was dyed with the paint of roses, the young eyebrows were like twilight and the pupils were like ink.
It was just me at the time, who, for no reason, thought it difficult to get close, as if his whole body was in deep sorrow.
I went over and learned from that brother and looked over and over and over the sculpture, but I didn’t see anything strange.
It was not until a few years later that I knew that the day that Seo brook was standing before the church, it was when the mother passed away, that he only tried to find a trace of his mother’s faith.
When I was a young man, I was suffocated, and when I was a second voice, he found me by my side.
I noticed that he had a shiny bracelet in his hand.
“You like this? I’m sorry.
I just felt like I was facing the problems of teenagers, and if I was shaking my head, it might be rude and noded.
He seems to have hesitated, he’d hesitated, and he’d become relaxed: “You’ll be welcome if you like.” I’m sorry.
It now appears that Tsui Creek gave her mother’s bracelet to a strange child in an attempt to bury those sad memories.
But how can he forget that as a person suffering from amnesia?
Junior let me open my hand.
I’m a little upset, but it’s embarrassing to stick out a fist, mainly because I’ve just had chocolate all over my hand.
In order to divert his attention, I asked him, “Why aren’t you home so late, brother?” I’m sorry.
Unfortunately, the baby’s fat hands are like radish, and it’s hard for him to put the bracelet on.
And he was stiff, as if the eyelashes had been dyed by fog, and wet.
“I don’t have a home anymore. He smiled and said:
I thought that my brother ran away like me, and we were the same sick.
So I looked at the bracelets of silver in my wrist, and told him, “Then I gave you a home, and I heard the grown-ups say that it would take a lot of money to buy a house.” I’m 10 bucks a month, and I’m 18 years old.
I’m looking down at my fingertips, and I’m gonna spend a month on my own, but I’m young, and I’m really not going to be able to do that.
It took me half a day to figure out why.
It was my chocolate, full of hands, and a funny look that made him happy.
And the young man showed a little laughter: “It’s all right, when you grow up, I’ll marry you.” I’m sorry.
And finally, I failed to figure it out, so I threw my hand up against my chin and gambled, “I’m going to grow up and marry my brother so I can give you a home.” I’m sorry.
And for many years later, the memory of the past became blurred, and the young man who appeared at Christmas Eve was as if it were just a strange element of a dream.
It is only by chance that it caressed the bracelet of silver and silver on its wrist, as if it were a silent reminder to me that it existed in the gap of memory.
Inside the car, I went back to reality.
Look at that silver bracelet I took off, and my nasal cavity is clogged: “But I can’t afford a house now.”
He said, “You said last night, “I love or die,” and he smiled, and his eyes were real, and I wanted to love.” I’m sorry.
He took a velvet box out of the car’s locker and opened it with a fine and beautiful ring.
“So, you went to buy this today? I’m sorry.
I was surprised.
He raised his eyebrow, pulled my wrists, put the silver bracelet between my wrists, then took out the ring and looked at my eyes: “Well, now you can give me a home.” I’m sorry.
I’ve got a nod at the moving location.
It was a long time later, but fortunately he was worth it.
(concluded)
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
