One.
It was 3:00 a.m. and I walked out of the elevator and found a man in shape standing at the door of the house.
He looked at me in the middle of my door, and he looked at me, “Come back.” I’m sorry.
“Come back. “I woke up half the time.
After all, three hours ago I squeezed my nose and gave him a voice saying that I had a fever and that I was going to the hospital to give injections, and that today’s article was only half in advance, with a reasonable delay.
Then I went to drink and jump with my lost sister, push my belly, cry my head out, throw up my tree.
She cried out of her love and knew nothing.
I’m crying my life-trigger, year-round.
After four or five drinks at the bar, we cried enough and decided to go home.
I thought I’d hug the toilet and go to bed, and I didn’t think I’d meet Shuro before I came in.
My dear editor, Yuzawa, came to the door.
And not only did I have him come in person, but I also locked him out.
“That, um.” I’m trying to find a reasonable explanation for my tardy story. Someone in this world must be wearing a super short skirt and a little tall to go to the hospital and do a new nail.
“No, I’ll give you a spare key,” and I’ll make my head shift, “You can come in next time. I’m sorry.
“It doesn’t matter if I wait. Yuzawa followed me to the door, and I poured water on his leg, and said, “I don’t have to rush in as long as you’re on time. I’m sorry.
Yuzawa looked at me in a hot dress, snubbed my eyebrow without a trace, or took the subject back to me with a tow, “Well, since you’re not sick, let’s talk about your work today. I’m sorry.
“Oh, well, you say. I moved around quietly because Zelig was under pressure to stay awake, “What’s wrong with me?” I’m sorry.
“I need you to explain why you handed over 3,000 words of adult content. I’m sorry.
“Ah,” I remembered this afternoon, when I had to leave the house, a man and a woman who had died three thousand words of life in harmony with Yuzawa, but now I’m being honest, my head is lost, “can’t I? I’m sorry.
“We’re serious websites. “I’ve changed it for you.” I’m sorry.
“But it’s too late today, so you can rewrite it tomorrow. “I’ve been meaning to look at the e-mail he sent back, and my three thousand words of work have been reduced to four words.
One night tangled.
One, night, tangle, sponge.
Fearing the weight of the great editor, I worked diligently and feared, but now, with alcohol, my anger over Zawa has reached its peak.
When he was accused of being an accomplice to capitalists, he was shameless and unattractive to the working people.
I pulled Yuzawa’s arm and tried to turn him away from the adult content, as an undercover of the proletarians who protected me in the editorial department.
“Do you know what the bed scene is in a novel? The soul, the essence, the lubricant of the love of man and woman! I am so generous.
“Dang velvet. I’m sorry.
“We’re all grown-ups. Who’s gonna watch the soup and the light? I’m sorry.
“Dang velvet. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I finally sensed that Zelig was trying to pull me off. It was not but he who told me in peace: “It was not I who prevented you from writing about adults.
“The new Greenwater security services. I’m sorry.
I: … greenwater is no place for me?
“It is forbidden for minors to fall in love. I’m sorry.
I: …minors are a learning machine without feelings?
“It is prohibited to describe any contact below the neck of a man and a woman, any provocative language or contact, and to mark it yellow when it is next sent to me. I’m sorry.
I’m: … a man and a woman holding hands, three-birth line and a dog?
“And also, the security teacher told me to tell you that your previous novels needed to be modified and re-arranged to remove too many intimacy. I’m sorry.
Let me die.
I totally woke up.
“If not, I’ll write my skeptic reasoning. I’m sorry.
Yuzawa didn’t answer.
“Or, spiritual? Conspiracies? I’m sorry.
Yuzawa cannot stand up to me, and he is tactically distanced from me: “Do you remember the most comment in your hottest “Lowwood”? I’m sorry.
“The author’s words are very well written: “The power to steal eggs from old ladies, the head of a pupil.” I’m sorry.
I drank all the water I gave to Zawa, and I was paralyzed on the couch, blinded, and I felt the sky was about to kill me, and the green water would lose an excellent driver.
I don’t know.
So I was going to open a new pit and I’m changing it overnight.
The scene, marked red by the security teacher, has been transformed into a hand-in-hand and has provoked a disgruntled audience of old drivers.
There is only one reader with a “Fat Cat” ID to comment around: “To promote the main melody, the positive energy, not the hype!” I’m sorry.
“It’s better when it’s changed! I’m sorry.
Support for the author!
I:
Don’t think I can’t recognize the fat cat’s head as if it’s the orange that Mr. Yuzawa raised!
Although he certainly won’t admit to helping me judge.
After all, he’s with me, and he’s doing his job with a proper laptop.
Two.
By the time it’s all over, it’s bright.
Yusawa rubbed his tired eyebrow and was ready to leave, so it was easy to end me working all night, with a soft black leg and a long, early year for her.
And Mr. Yuzawa, who also stayed up all night, failed to respond.
It’s my brother who came back with the dust and dust.
He was assigned to work in the city after he graduated from the police academy and suddenly came home and beat me by surprise, making it difficult for him to be confused about my position, which was such a weak look.
I can’t stand my leg for a while, or Yusawa will come back and pull me out.
Don, Yum, Yum! I’m sorry.
My brother shouted three times, and his life was short.
I immediately caught Yuzawa’s sleeve, like the drowning man who grabbed the last straw: “Let the teacher stay for breakfast.” I’m sorry.
It’s hard for my brother not to beat me up. As a grass-roots anti-pornography civilian, he was so generous in his mind education, he was so heavy that he grabbed my ear.
Of course, if I write about adults, if my brother knew, I could die.
I suggested that Mr. Zawa stop talking and go to the kitchen and get a bag of frozen dumplings.
Mr. Yuzawa pushed the goldglasses quietly and stood idly by when his author might be beaten by his brother.
My brother was in the way of a guest not having an attack, except that two eyes of death were always following me.
I have to say that Mr. Zawa’s mental qualities are so strong that he pretended to mention to my brother, in the face of the strange atmosphere between me and my brother, that he had eaten the meatball soup that I cooked without changing, that my night was 3 a.m.
By the moment the gate was closed, I jumped back to the other end of the tea table, and surrounded the tea table with my brother. “You listen to me. I went out with Sissy last night and played with her downstairs and sent me back, and Mr. Yuzawa waited for me at the door last night.
“Who sent you out in the middle of the night! My brother’s got my ear, “You dare to drink! I’m sorry.
“I can’t stay at home forever! “I am sure I will be safe!” I’m sorry.
“You’re not afraid to run into bad people in this dress! I’m sorry.
“I can call the police to find an uncle, let go.”
After a few rounds, my brother finally let me go, and I kept my ear shut, and I kept my brother from him, and my brother was angry, or I couldn’t bear it: “If you really met someone, you wouldn’t remember each other.” I’m sorry.
Comrade Ziqing, I repeat, I am not a fool! “I pretended to wave my fist at him, to turn away from the subject and to express the hope that my brother would not grow up at a young age and that it would be difficult to find his sister-in-law.”
And my brother still thinks I’m stupid.
I don’t know.
I have moderate face blindness.
In that accident, I hurt my head.
…but I’m not really a fool.
Because it’s hard to recognize all around me, after college I chose to be a full-time author at home.
And my brother always thought it was because of that accident that I became self-inhibited, even though I explained that I was a fat man.
He was the child of my father’s comrades, but he kept me behind for years.
“When are you coming with me? I’m sorry.
“I’m not going, I can’t order anything good without the city’s luxurious. “My brother’s past is back, and I’ve continued to fight, and he’s taught me nothing, and I’m not listening in my ears, and then he asks me what I came over last night to change, and I relax my guard, and I’m in deep shit, and now, “The green water is all over the place, and all the adult content is being deleted, and I’ve changed it all night. I’m sorry.
My brother, Huo Hao, writes about adult life. I’m sorry.
You’re still playing games!
Calm down.
I don’t know.
Fortunately, my brother just stopped by to see me. He had a meeting in Kyoto. It’s so easy to send away my brother, the plague, and I’m beginning to wrangle my new text.
And then I found out, sadly, that I was out of circulation.
There’s no car, it’s not for the old driver.
Poorly subscribe.
I’ll be right there.
I won’t have the money to order the crayfish cucumber and the 298-pound car platter that’s about to come on the market.
Mr. Yuzawa is always online: “You speed up the rhythm and advance the suspension. I’m sorry.
You can’t trust the price of the car, but you can always trust the taste of Mr. Zawa.
My new texts are moving so well, my subscriptions have soared, and I see the plasters waving to me, the passions, the more 8,000 a day, and Mr. Yuzawa is very pleased with my speed, and he has not come home for the last half month.
Until I was marked by a security teacher.
For the past six months, I’ve been squirming the ball under the eyes of Mr. Zawa and jumping on the edges of the border, so long as I don’t have sensitive words, the safety teacher can help me.
Who knows now the security teacher is working on it?
“She’s as sensitive as a safety teacher, and then she’s blushing.” I’m sorry.
And he was as indifferent as the flow of green water, and he held you in his hand for the first time, and he brought you to the bottom of the valley for the next. I’m sorry.
Upon receipt of a new draft from Uzawa: …
3
Mr. Yuzawa asked me to rewrite.
I’m angry.
My high school students have changed to the new rules of green water, but university students are not allowed to do any more.
I’m not allowed to write my car. I’m stuck with my cheeks and even trying to cut my hair.
I had to lie on the couch and on my bed in search of inspiration for my car and hair.
And then I remembered something.
When I first went to college, I met a particularly kind senior.
At the time of the New Year’s Eve party at the Faculty of Arts, I was tired and I was locked in the theater.
The whole theater was empty, and I cried out for half a day, and even worse, I couldn’t find my cell phone.
The senior who came in at that time with the electric power was like an angel, and he still had his suit on him. It looks like he’s the host of the party. He said he heard someone screaming and asked the doorman for a key. I hesitated to tell him that the phone was missing.
The senior was with me for almost two hours and finally found my batteryless baby phone in the shelf of the equipment room.
At the same time, the senior’s mobile phone was turned off for two hours.
“There are too many steps in the theatre, you hold my hand and I take you out.” I’m sorry.
And in a pitch black, We were holding in vain the unknown finger and the small finger of the elders, and it was clear that they met in the water, but I trusted him, and he touched the theatre with him.
When I was a freshman, six or seven years ago, many memories were blurred, because my face was blind and the environment was too dark, and I didn’t even know who and what it looked like to take me out of the theater, and that phone was retired in my third year.
But now, I think I’m a little twitched at the moment when he turns up.
I changed it and put it in a new novel.
When the woman in the novel was taken by her roommate and locked in the equipment room, when she had been able to get out of the equipment room, there was no one in the theatre and she cried helplessly, and the man came and took the woman out like a knight who was protecting the princess.
“The Z’s big theatre is really a lot of steps.” I’m sorry.
I remember that Zawa was the oldest of my two years and shared the same feeling: “It’s a lot.” I’m sorry.
That’s why the real man is a princess, and he’s going to fall on a big horse.
Yuzawa: …
4
After the new book was finished, I strongly requested that Yuzawa give me a few days off.
Then I killed him and showed my brother a immersion shock.
The little brothers of the police are in a meeting, and they’re looking at me in the same uniform.
I jumped in front of my brother, and my brother looked cold in my face, and I once again confirmed the alarm. I’m sorry.
I can’t be mistaken, can I?
“Well, my brother’s face is black, “Why did you come alone? I’m sorry.
I touch the nose, tactical silence.
“This is my sister, Donfew. My brother introduced me to the people, and the other police brothers didn’t buy. I’m sorry.
My brother sank his face and took me behind my back: “My sister is young and has little guts, don’t be blind!” I’m sorry.
I was pulled out of the conference room by my brother, and there was no one left, and my brother was still my old father’s. I’m sorry.
“I’m not a fool, I can still lose myself.” I’m sorry.
“Come on, say hello. I’ll pick you up. “Don’t listen to them, nothing. I’m sorry.
“Oh,” I didn’t care about that, I blinked and tried to arouse my brother’s mercy, “I just haven’t seen you for a long time. I wanted to see you. I’m sorry.
…and by the way, a few meals due to overspending.
My brother took me to his dorm and said he’d take me out when he was done.
I looked down in his bachelor dorm, very disappointed.
Except for my picture in the drawer, under my bed was a hysteria, clean and clean, and I looked around, and there wasn’t even a note from any other girl, and it seemed like my brother-in-law was never home.
Finally, I pulled my brother’s closet, three identical black clothes, and I didn’t see him wearing any other color after I diagnosed his face blindness — my brother was afraid I wouldn’t recognize him.
I turned around and found nothing, and I was disappointed in my brother ‘ s bed to read the novel, and I didn ‘ t notice it until my brother came back.
My brother changed his clothes, so he came to film my head: “Go, take you out. I’m sorry.
I didn’t run away, and I looked at him like that. “You really are a single dog. There’s not even a girl’s hair in the dorm!
“It’s all my stuff in the drawer. That’s why people get it wrong! I’m sorry.
“My brother’s been a little impatient, and he’s too much to laugh at his bachelor dog, “Go, take you out. I’m sorry.
Then I went to the city for three days, visited my brother’s work site and the famous scenes around it, spent half a month on my brother’s salary and went to the top of the train back to the city.
My brother sent me back to Tokyo.
If you don’t send me away, he won’t be able to save his wife.
Of course I didn’t tell him.
5
And the so-called scavengers who come back to work on vacations will be passive, and I’d like to wait two days to get back to the pit. I didn’t deliver the outline for three days and got a home visit from Mr. Yuzawa.
Mr. Yuzawa will always be an accomplice to capitalists in white and black pants, gold glasses and Sven.
And I’m wrapped in my Stardelle robe just to say no to listen.
I’d like to write a story about the country, the man, the woman, who grew up in the flood of the times and ended up in the revolution.
I changed and changed, and after the man got smoked, I decided to let the hero, Be, end up in a revolution and never married.
Yuzawa said I was too sad to listen to my explanation, but I insisted that both the owner and the smoker die and that I stand still for a while.
“Do you have something on your mind? “I’ve been a little bit quiet, and I’m just shaking my head, and I think I’ve just come back and I haven’t found a way to write, and I think about it.
“Call me if you need anything. “We’re friends. I’m sorry.
I noded my head, I was upset, sat at the table until midnight and didn’t think of anything. I was thirsty and I went barefoot to the kitchen to fetch water. I was so impatient by the thin current that I thought it would be a miracle, and I didn’t want the tap to be broken, and I was so cold that I was just sprayed.
Power will only blow the head off.
I tried to shut down the tap, and I accidentally opened a copy of the mountain, and finally, with my skills, I screwed up the water valve in my house.
Then I did my best to wipe the floor for half an hour and to make amends for my hard work.
On the second day, I had a cold cold, and when I heard from Zee, I was in trouble, hoping that the capitalist’s accomplice, “The Great Good Man”, would give me a day off.
When I woke up, Mr. Yuzawa gave me three series.
“…are you not familiar with this excuse? I’m sorry.
“Did you take your medicine?”
“I’m outside your house. I’m sorry.
Last one, an hour ago.
I was dazed to open the door to him in the underground bed, if it was cold, and the people outside the door were wearing a coat, and I leaned on the door, half-eyed, “Mr. Yuzawa?” I’m sorry.
The man outside the door said, “Well, he reached out to my forehead, “Did he take his medication? I’m sorry.
I shook my head, and my head was dazed, and my fingers held the doorknob to support my body, and he lifted his coat, “Look, black white pants, golden glasses.”
“Do you know me?”
“I can remember, Mr. Yuzawa, the people who live together in the morning and the evening. * I’m just trying to be funny, and I don’t have the brains to think how he knows I’m blind, and when I wake up, people are hanging water in the hospital emergency. *
Yuzawa sits next to me, and his coat covers me.
As the weather cooled, he was working in one pair of pants, and I wanted to give him back his windshirt, but Zezawa pressed his wrist: “Don’t move. I’m sorry.
It’ll take two to three hours. He reached me, and I took a spoon with one hand and a drop on the other hand, and Yuzawa didn’t want to let go, so I ate half a bowl with his hand.
And when I had finished, he gathered the porridge, and his fingertips were all red, and my heart was tight: I’m sorry.
“Not in the way. He doesn’t care, slows down my drops, “You get some sleep, I’ll take you home when you’re done. I’m sorry.
I close my eyes, but I don’t sleep.
How did Yuzawa know I was blind?
I didn’t tell anyone but my brother and Sissy.
By the time he drove me back, I looked at the food he had me take back, and I remembered something.
In the year of the third year, I stomped my feet in the library, and a nice senior sent me to the infirmary. I remember he bought me a lot of good food, but I only opened the congee he bought and asked him to add some sugar.
It’s just that the senior didn’t come back after he left, and I didn’t even have a chance to thank him.
I didn’t think I’d tell Yuzawa about it, and I asked him with seven points of certainty, “How do you know I like porridge and sugar?” I’m sorry.
I remember, the one who grew up me two years with the first book.
What a coincidence.
Yuzawa’s driving.
And it happened to be a red light, and he looked at me, and he was silent, and he said, “That day when the rain suddenly rained, I wanted to go back and get you an umbrella and change my wet clothes.”
“I didn’t think I was just changing clothes, and you wouldn’t recognize me. I’m sorry.
“…we knew each other so early. “My heart sank, trying to bend its mouth so easily, it’s hard.”
I’m blind, I don’t recognize many people, and my brother is the only one left.
But we’ve known each other a long time and he never told me.
I tried to keep my tears from falling, remembering what, turned on the phone, and started turning on Z’s big official.
Turned six years ago to the New Year’s Eve Festival, the host, Song Tsing, Yuzawa.
Sure.
I bit my lower lip. It’s been a long time.
The car stopped quietly downstairs, and I turned my head away from looking at him, and I was just confused.
“When did you know I had facial blindness? I’m trying to contain my emotions and ask this as calmly as possible.
“At the beginning, I thought you didn’t like me, so I was cold to myself, but then I started to feel wrong and you didn’t even know me.
“…so I didn’t tell you my name on purpose to see if you didn’t know me.
“And then I saw you come out of the hospital, and you dropped your medical records, and when I came up to return them, you said thank you and I knew that.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have told you. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to hear his explanation. I threw the food he bought into his arms, pushed the door, cried and fell down. I’m sorry.
Six.
I buried myself in a blanket. I didn’t even want to write it.
I got up in the middle of the night, and I got a little slag-boy short text on Twitter, and in the text I mistreated the slag-boy so that he could watch her three days and three nights down the house in the rain, and finally watch the master and others get married and have children and live a good life.
Weibo sent out for 20 minutes and someone knocked.
“Who is it?” We heard those who were outside the door knocking for five minutes without delay and asking with a terrible voice.
Yuzawa. The guy outside the door said, “Look at your new text and buy lobster congee. I’m sorry.
“I don’t eat. I’m still a little angry, “Go back. I’m sorry.
“I think I’m going to catch a cold. “The man outside the door coughed, and I put on the building, and the autumn night cooled, and I opened the door to him with no desire.
“Puffy. I’m sorry.
The man outside the door was tall and had a box of hot lobster, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to apologize. I interrupted him, “I am sick.”
“Thank you for helping me, but you see, I’m sick, I don’t remember you, I don’t remember helping me that many times, I don’t remember who you are,” and I unearth my own scar, “You’re a whiter. I’m sorry.
“And it is a bit of a rush for Zawa to say, “Do not say this about yourself. I’m sorry.
“But that’s the truth,” and I have a sour nose and a blunt pain in my heart, “I can’t find a job except to write, and I won’t remember anyone but my brother and Sissy, and one day we’ll meet again, and I won’t recognize you. I’m sorry.
Maybe we should’ve known earlier than I thought, but I would never remember a long time when we met, much less how long he was behind me.
My world was supposed to be just my brother and Sissy.
“I’ll always be your editor. I saw Zelig’s twirling, “If you want to write, you can write.” I’m sorry.
“Nothing will ever change. I’m sorry.
“Yes. He said he was sure and eager, but I hesitated to call him back.
There was a dark wind in the hallway, and Yuzawa’s horn was blown up, and I looked at Yuzawa’s one-clothed pants, and my heart moved a little, and there was no interest in continuing the debate with him, “Come on in. I’m sorry.
I turned my back and Yuzawa came in, and he opened the delivery box with skill on the tea table: “It should be cold soon.” I’m sorry.
I sat on the carpet and suddenly felt that Yuzawa knew me awfully, and that there were some details I didn’t even notice.
For example, I like to have sweet congee, but at night, I prefer salt congee, like I don’t like to sit on a sofa at dinner, like I like to sit on a rug, and Yuzawa never stepped on my rug in leather shoes, like he just helped me open up a delivery and just crouched on it.
I can’t tell you what it’s like to be in the heart, but it’s a bit of panic, and I ate two bites of grass, and I stopped the spoon, and I thought the porridge was cold, and I woke up to heat it up, and I stopped on top of the bowl, “No.” I’m sorry.
His fingertips touched my wristbone, and I turned my arm back, and it was awkward at a time.
“Is it not good? I’m sorry.
“None. “I’m just not used to eating at this hour.
“It’s too late for you to go back to bed. I’m sorry.
My heart is so messed up that I need to be quiet.
I looked down, and the man who was listening to me got up after a few moments of silence.
And Yuzawa did not ask, and he took his garment and wanted to go away. “And be not angry with me.
“I didn’t mean to lie to you for so long, but I just didn’t have the right chance to tell you.
“You’re not well, take your medicine. “I’m leaving. I’m sorry.
I saw him leave, looked at his back and noded in undetectable places.
7
It’s rare for Yusawa to rush me for three days.
Watch.
The teacher has been quiet for a long time.
I’ve had a hard time in my head when I was lying in my own house and getting hit by a big orange.
“Puffy”? “The phone is on the line, the sound of people across the street is getting better. I’m sorry.
“It’s all right,” I did. I made an excuse, “…it’s wrong. I’m sorry.
“Did you get your cold? I’m sorry.
“Almost. I’m sorry.
“Let’s start with today. # Yuzawa softly smiles #
I hung up the phone with my ears.
Any evening, anything new.
I can’t hear you.
Mr. Zawa then visited his house at night.
I didn’t have the code, and I was trying to pretend I wasn’t home, but I didn’t have much of a boner.
Yuzai came in with a can of poach.
“…when did the teacher open a side business for a group? I’m sorry.
Yuzawa said, “Just now. I’m sorry.
I held a bowl of porridge and then I spelled it, and I didn’t know it, and Yuzawa came to fill me with skills. When I finished my second bowl, Mr. Yuzawa asked, “Are you used to eating at night?” I’m sorry.
I almost choked, neither, nor, but pretended not to hear and let Yuzawa come to my new platform.
Thirty minutes later, Mr. Yuzawa brutally rejected my new platform.
I was born on the couch unloved, and I could not change his old man’s public-private clarity, and I began to think again.
Think about it, I’m going to go all the way to the modern sweets, and the character is set for the police uncle and his playgirl.
Yuzawa came by to look at my initials and said, “How can a police man not contact a woman for six months? I’m sorry.
I’ll drive quietly.
Yuzawa: …the police uncle worked hard.
Mr. Yuzawa’s personal supervision of me cannot save the steps of my card outline, but I can’t help but think that the kitchen tap is not fixed yet, and I’m politely changing the subject. I’m sorry.
My brother wasn’t home, I was afraid to ask strangers to come to my house, and if my brother was home, I wouldn’t have to call a plumber.
“Is the kitchen tap still fixed? “I’ll take my sleeves up.” I’m sorry.
When he pulled up his sleeve, something seemed to have flashed on his arm. I didn’t see it. He went to the kitchen.
“Do you have a wrench at home?” I’m sorry.
“I’ll look. “I answered and went to my brother’s room to get it, and I turned over a letter to me as I opened the bottom drawer of his cupboard.
My brother knew me best when that letter was wrapped in a box of his tools, and if I didn’t ask Zawa for the wrench, I would never have opened it.
I don’t know.
“Puffy:
By the time you saw this letter, your brother had died.
I don’t know.
I’ve been tracking my father’s revenge on Shai Hae Peak for years, and I haven’t seen him around Kawafi until recently.
I don’t know.
This is a matter of great importance, and many things my brother cannot tell you in detail, I will go to Kawafi, which is dangerous, but the country has no revenge and my brother must go.
If the brother fails to return safely, you are informed of the existence of this letter.
I don’t know.
The wages and bonuses I have saved over the years are in this deposit, and when you receive your brother’s pension, you should have enough to chew for the rest of your life.
Brother, Jiqing.”
And We squeezed the corner of the paper, and water dripped on it, and slowly stunned his writings.
I’ve come to my home since I was three years old, my 10-year-old uncle was stabbed to death by Shihai Peak, my 16-year-old She Shihai Peak cut open the pipes of the family’s gas stove, and I’ve been poisoned with carbon monoxide, leaving behind the aftereffects of my face.
He went to the police academy and applied for the use of Uncle Qian’s badge, which was assigned to work in the city because of his performance.
And I’ve been protected behind him, and the pain hasn’t fallen on me. He laughed, even though my brother had a heavy burden.
Yuzawa saw me for a long time without responding, and I was surprised to come, and he was down and he looked at me, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
So I realized that my legs were soft enough to sit on the ground, and I asked him with a cry, “What would I do if something happened to my brother?” I’m sorry.
“What happened? “I’ve reached out to hold on to me, and he’s done it. “I’m still here. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t even speak, I felt my head down, I wanted to call my brother, seven or eight times without a listener, my phone fell on my hands, fell on the floor, and I held my shaking hand, and I asked him, “What if something happened to my brother?” I’m sorry.
“It’s gonna be okay. “Your brother is the People’s Police and will return safely.” I’m sorry.
“Uncle Zhi is also a People’s Police,” I couldn’t stop crying, and I couldn’t help myself: “But when he promised I would be fine, he died. I’m sorry.
8
Long fall nights, especially this night.
I sent a message to my brother’s brothers, asking them how my brother was.
No response.
I tried to stay calm, and my long-enclosed memory was opened, and the time went back to the night that Uncle Qi had not been able to return a decade ago.
The same message doesn’t make sense, the same night is long.
It was not until the morning of the following day that the police aunt arrived at our house and took us to the hospital in haste.
When I saw my brother holding his fist tight and his eyes red, I tried not to shed tears.
At that time, he said that Uncle Zen’s sealed badge would be inherited by him.
I don’t know.
Yuzawa helped me pick up the letters on the ground, and he folded them and handed them to me, without even a glimpse of them.
He held my shivering hand, and I tightened my fingers to his hand, but I had no other idea — I really needed a node, and he let me hold it, “Fowl, don’t be afraid.
“Your brother will return safely.” “Maybe it’s too late. We’ll ask later.” I’m sorry.
Yu Zedumi’s tone and consolation have somewhat eased my mood, the clock’s already pointed to a little bit, the night’s dark, and I opened my hand: “Mr. Yuzawa, it’s too late for you to go back to bed. I don’t think I’m in the mood to write today. I’m sorry.
Yuzawa softly shook his head: “It is better for me to be with you at this time. If anything happens, it is not safe for a girl to go out on her own.” I’m sorry.
He kept insisting that I had to do it first and then call my brother’s colleagues after dawn, that it would only burn when I sat and took the right size wrench from the tool box I opened: “Why don’t you wait and fix the tap? I’m sorry.
Yuzawa deliberately diverted my attention.
I held his cell phone, and I was with him in my kitchen, where I was always Mr. Yuzawa, dressed in clean clothes and in Script, when I lifted up my sleeves, showed a lined, small arm, full of strength and beauty, which was quite different from what I had imagined, except for the fact that on his skin he was like Jade, there was one thing that destroyed beauty.
On the inside of his left wrist, there’s a little tattoo.
Tattoos are very small, but they’re pretty good.
After Uzawa fixed the tap, I couldn’t stand it. I pulled his wrist, but I said, “Why is there a tattoo on such a beautiful wrist? I’m sorry.
Looks like a peanut-sized ink, but it’s only ink that shows a bird.
I secretly remember not seeing any tattoos on Zizawa’s wrist. I’m sorry.
“A few days ago. “Did you hear from your brother?” I’m sorry.
I swung my head and I looked at the clock. It was almost 3:00 in the morning, “It’s almost dawn. I’m sorry.
I sat on the couch, and I waited for the sun to come up, and I had to go through it to fix the tap. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“Can you tell me about your face blindness? He’s very cautious and has distracted my brother.
“…it was probably my 16-year-old gas poisoning, because the oxygen shortage was a little long and it hurt my brain.
“I didn’t feel much, I just slept, I didn’t feel well, I woke up in the hospital.
“And then I couldn’t remember a thing,” and I smiled in my arms, and I said, “Well, there were a lot of doctors in college, and then I decided that I couldn’t fix it.
“I didn’t feel anything, but it’s hard to make friends because I can’t remember people’s faces.” I smiled, I wiped my tears, I passed over the towel, and I took it, and I took it back, and I said, “Well, in my home, I like to write, I can be a full-time writer and I can support myself.
“But my brother always felt guilty that he didn’t protect me and wanted to catch the murderer. I’m sorry.
I unwittingly opened my chat box to Uzawa and kept talking about how good my brother was until it was light, and I finally waited for my brother’s reply.
“In a classified mission, safe, no. I’m sorry.
I received a letter in which I finally put my heart down and went straight to Zezawa, and when I knew my brother was fine, it ended with a suicide note. When I held Yuzawa in my arms, I found my actions inappropriate, and I withdrew my hand and said to him, “Thank you.”
Yuzawa and I sat too close, and I wanted to step back. I’m sorry.
Yuzawa whispered, and laughed, and said, “There is no need to thank you between us. I’m sorry.
And I heard it, and I didn’t know what to say, and after a night of depression, he finally showed a sign, as if he had spoken to himself, and he laughed, “I’m probably crazy and jealous. I’m sorry.
And when he had said this, he looked at me in depth, and he knew nothing about me. Then he stood up, and drew the distance between me and him. His loss was clear, and he left a light sentence, “Sit.” I’m sorry.
And when the gate opened, the morning light came in, and We looked at his back, and the devil called out to him, “Yuzawa.” I’m sorry.
He stayed on his feet without turning back, with his hand on the door and his coat on the bend of the other hand.
“…when I went to the hospital earlier, the doctor said that the symptoms of my face loss were more prominent, but it was impossible to rule out whether I had any other associated symptoms, that my memory might have been damaged, and that, indeed, I couldn’t cure them. I staggered, my heart beats like a drum, “My disease, probably.
“So I didn’t intend to fall in love or get married like normal people, because it was hard to remember people’s faces, and I didn’t want to drag them down. I’m sorry.
And Yuzawa’s fingers were tied to the door, and he waited for my final judgment.
“but I like you. I’m sorry.
9
My voice grew smaller, saying that, in the end, I even turned my eyes away, and I only heard a sudden footsteps, and I was held in my arms by the most inaccuracies of Yuze.
“No regrets. Yuzawa’s voice fell in my ear, and he used to be indulgent and his tight arms undisguised, without waiting for my answer, and he took the second sentence, “It’s too late to repent.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t regret it. * I feel his warmth in a thin fabric * * with his white shirt, which will always be neat * I’m sorry.
“Never. I’m sorry.
This hug lasted a long time, and it took Yuzawa a long time to untie me, and he looked at me for a long time, and left a kiss in my eyebrow, like a little kid finally got a favorite gift.
“Why are you crying? ‘I’ve wiped the tears out of my eyes, and I’m shaking my head, and I don’t know what happened, but I’m happy and I can’t stop it.’
“…and you will not repent. I’m sorry.
“I will not repent. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. I’m sorry.
The love that appeared in his eyes almost made me drown, and I bowed my head: “What if I did not recognize you after?” I’m sorry.
And Yuzawa gently raised his sleeves in his left hand, and the birds and birds of life appeared before me, “Fowl, I have marked.”
“If you don’t find me in the future, shall we speak to the code? I’m sorry.
“Does it hurt?” I’m sorry.
I was shaking my head and heard me say, “Can you wash it off?” I’m sorry.
“What if you can’t wash it off? “I know what I’m saying, and he rubbed my hair, “I prefer it not to wash off.
“Good thing you do. I’m sorry.
I looked up to him, and Yuzawa didn’t kiss me, and when he understood what I wanted to do, he laughed.
I just felt like my face was burning, and I was ashamed to push him away, and the next second he was held in the back of his head and brought into his arms.
And We cast our helmets, and our hands and feet softened, and Zezawa struck the city slightly, but it was more than a stroke.
A long time later, Yuzawa let me go, he put my hair together, and then he gave me another kiss in my eyebrow.
“You get some sleep, I’ll come by tonight. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Then I called Sissy all day.
It was still difficult for me to return to my moods after Yuzawa left, and I sent a message that I was in love, and then she called a video, and we had a full day of conversation, and I and Yuzawa met with him this morning, and I was surprised by the old mother’s “daughter has grown up” and she said that I and Yuzawa met more than twice in college, and that she hated my treachery, encouraging me to kiss him and be responsible to him tonight.
I want to think that I’m an old driver who’s been reading so many books and writing so much, that I’ve lost face in practice, how I’m going to drive to Yusawa, and that I’m encouraged by Si-Sim and I hope I can get back to the game tonight.
I’m tired at the end of the day, and I’m only thinking, and I’m always saying, “Well.”
It wasn’t until Yuzawa knocked on the door that I hung up the phone, and I went up and opened the door to Yuzawa, and the man outside the door looked so gentle and sweet, and he said, “Today, I came by a restaurant and brought you some food. I’m sorry.
“You’ve got work to do today,” and I was so busy getting him in here, and I thought he was with me all night yesterday. I’m sorry.
“Good. “What did you do today? I’m sorry.
“On the phone with Sissy, she was so good at talking, I forgot to write. I’m sorry.
Yuzawa laughed: “Is there ever an endless conversation between girls? I’m sorry.
“No, because today she’s a guacamole that jumps down in a melon field.
“From when I told her I was in love to when she played a video for me, not more than three seconds. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. Mr. Yuzawa’s smile, his sense of meaning, he’s got a red eye on me, and he’s thinking about encouraging me to take the initiative, and he’s cheering me up. I’m sorry.
When you get to the door, I’ll sneak up and close the door.
“No hurry. “I’ll leave after you’ve eaten.” I’m sorry.
“Right. I hesitated to ask, “How many times did you meet me in college?”
“Well, it can’t be that many times. * The less I say, the less I think I have, the more I have no conscience to decide to sell my teammates, * * I think I’ve been talking to Sissy today * I’m sorry.
“Not to mention an accident at school,” Yuzawa is peeling shrimp for me, “The first year of English speaking competition, the second year of school marathon, the third year of beach collection, I was there when you were there.” I’m sorry.
And Yuzawa was quick to peel shrimp, and he put it in my bowl, and he said, “I know you started in freshman year, and you started with a series of novels in green water, so after graduate, you received the green water offer, and you edited it. I’m sorry.
“You haven’t told me for years. I look at the shrimp in the bowl and I look at Yuzawa, and I look at him, and I look at him. I’m sorry.
And I looked at me, and my lips rose up: “No, I couldn’t bear it.” I’m sorry.
I held myself behind my back, and it was difficult for me to take the initiative once, but I was overwhelmed by it, and he turned around and held me with his arms, and his voice was low: “My hands are dirty.” I’m sorry.
“So don’t dirty my clothes. “I’m finally in control of my initiative, and I’m proud of it, and my foot is on Zelig’s chin.
I haven’t eaten pork. I haven’t seen a pig run.
I was taken away by a man who knew before me, and he was round about me, trying to escape, leaning towards me, and looked at me: “Your relative is in an incorrect position.” I’m sorry.
“…there’s still a difference between right and wrong. * I’m saying it’s getting worse and there’s no way back. *
Indeed. Noding at Yuzawa, blocking me in the corner, “but with the best solution.” I’m sorry.
His kiss fell, and the breath of the mint covered me, and the warmness of my body did not allow me to retreat, and he put his hand on my back, his hand on my eyes, “Don’t look, feel me.” I’m sorry.
My hands did not know when to hang on his waist, wrinkled on his white shirt, and at the end of a kiss, I buried my head in the chest and watched his shirt, which had been purified, burst out of several sleeves, about to reveal the collarbone.
Yu Ze has a little panting in my ear, and the men who are so peaceful are moving, invisible, the deadliest.
10
My feelings with Yuzawa are getting warmer, but it doesn’t affect Mr. Zawa’s understanding of me.
In our daily contact, eight out of ten are talking about work and only two are in love.
“Pussy, write me the latest chapter of Falling Fish as soon as possible. I’m sorry.
“Fellow, the previous outline is not qualified, and there is no dramatic conflict in the section of power, so make some more. I’m sorry.
I’ve had a selfless, self-defeating edifice of the editor, and I’ve decided to flirt with Mr. Yuzawa: “It’s true that when I fall in love, I feel stupid.” I’m sorry.
“No, Mr. Yuzawa, I’ll start with my work, write a good letter and suspend the love program. I’m sorry.
Yuzawa is probably busy, and I’ll be back in a few minutes: “It’s impossible to suspend, but as your editor, it’s my duty to unsensitize you.” I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I retracted the news and said, “Please work hard and don’t be selective. I’m sorry.
When I had the news, I laughed at the table and suddenly saw my phone remind me that it was snow in the twenties.
It’s been more than half a month. Why hasn’t he come back?
Since the U-lone incident, he had sent a single text every day, and at that point he had sent another text message, and I thought he might have just gotten his cell phone and asked when he would be back.
I didn’t know it was right for a long time.
He’s the youngest. He should be nicer.
It is true that I was able to speak out of his mouth, and Yang was able to tell the truth. The operation was successful and ended a week ago, but my brother was seriously injured during the operation.
As soon as he heard the police’s movements, he was on the move, and my brother was the first to go up there and take him alive with two knives.
It’s just my brother’s abdominal wound, bleeding from multiple organs in his body, and he’s been in the ICU until yesterday.
I hold my phone and I tell myself, “Where’s my brother treating him? Can I fly over and look after him now? I’m sorry.
Young Yeung came to the hospital address and I hesitated to tell Yuzawa.
“There’s a long way to go, I’ll go with you. “Yuzawa called and did not give me a chance to refuse, and when I packed my bags, he took the latest flight.
I didn’t go out on my own, but there were too many strange faces on the road, so I was holding my hand all the way, and it made up for me.
It was late at night that we arrived at my brother’s hospital, and the attendings repeatedly assured me that my brother was safe from loss of blood.
It’s late at night, my brother’s room is quiet, I want to go in, I don’t want to disturb my brother’s rest, or Yang finds us and tells me my brother’s not asleep.
“Sister-in-law,” the police officer in front of him had the name on his chestplate. “The team was so angry that I wanted to pick you up at the airport that I couldn’t contact you. I’m sorry.
“My brother’s still up? I looked in the room, and I said, “Well, I’ll go in and see him.” I’m sorry.
And don’t joke about it, Yang, step aside, I didn’t ignore Yuzawa behind me. “My brother and I are brother and sister, and I’m here with my boyfriend. I’m sorry.
The young Jan moved his lips and stopped, and We dragged him into the bed.
A man lying on the bed with his face all over his face, thinner than the man I remember, just as he looked at me or as if he was such a mess, as if he could jump up and wring my ear at any time, as if it was a truncheon that had been exposed by his son, and was constantly drawing blood-colored liquids out to expose my brother ‘ s serious injuries.
I was going to say something, and I cried before I said it, and I swiped up and held his arms and cried and yelled at him.
“You know how to tell me I’m safe. Do you know how scared I am when I read your suicide note?”
“You’re hurt and you’re not telling me? Why are you still so unbecoming all these years? I’m sorry.
My brother left me to scold him, and Yuzawa stood aside and didn’t speak.
I didn’t remember until I was tired of crying and I handed over the tissues, but I didn’t tell my brother that I was my boyfriend. I’m sorry.
“He heard. “My brother’s dark-eyed, unknown, and he calmed me out, saying he wanted to talk to Yuzawa.
I was lying at the door trying to hear what they said, and Young coughed and pretended not to see.
And Yuzawa came out, and he rubbed my hair, and said, “Let me talk to Mr. Qi, why don’t you take a break?” I’m sorry.
I signaled that Yuzawa was talking to me, and that Yuzawa was still stuck with me, or that I was allowed.
And the room was silent, and I heard the sound of Yuzawa’s water. “The velvet told me about Mr. Qi, who has been very worried about your safety and who sees Mr. Qi as his brother. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. My brother took the water, took a sip, hasn’t spoken for a long time, “I didn’t think of it, but for half a month, Mr. Yu let the fuzz fall in love with you. I’m sorry.
“Many things have happened in Mr. Qi’s absence these days. There is no help in being alone. But I’m fine. I live not far from the velvet. I’m sorry.
The room was silent for a long time, and my brother’s voice was soft: “I thought I’d go back and have a nice talk with the velvet, and I’ve been on my heart like a rock for years, but I can’t tell her when I’m really done with the thaw.”
“The velvet should’ve never told you that she had gas poisoning, and the Shea Sea Peak was coming at me. When I finished my high school, she knew I would never let him go, and decided to do it first. He cut off the gas pipe in his home. If it wasn’t for a neighbor knocking on the door, she might have run away because she was afraid of being exposed.
“That night, I went out with my classmates for a drink. “If I could go home earlier, I wouldn’t be so fluffy, I’d be at home writing novels.” I’m sorry.
“The velvet loves writing, and she has talent. Yuzawa comforted my brother by saying, “She didn’t blame you.” I’m sorry.
My brother was silent for a long time and laughed: “I can see that she is very dependent on you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
After Yuzawa hung up on me, he came to me for a long time, but he looked fine and didn’t tell me anything. I’m sorry.
I went in and looked at my brother, and he touched my head in a complex manner, with a feeling of “magicity”: “If Yuzawa is not good for you, remember my brother.” I’m sorry.
I softly said, “Well, hi, I’m on my brother’s shoulder.” “Big brother and Yuzawa, they’re very important to me. I’m sorry.
“How many years your brother and you have known, and how long you’ve known Yuzawa, is as important as your brother.” “My brother’s laughing at me, he’s twisting my ears, and there’s a lot of trouble. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
When my brother came home from hospital, I fell in love with Yuzawa and became more careful.
After all, having a good people’s policeman sitting next to him, the injury does not diminish his dedication, walking around on a round-the-clock basis, turning all of his family into troops, including me.
Mr. Yuzawa is very surprised that I can deliver my manuscript by midnight, and I silently complain of one: “My brother wakes me up at 7 a.m. every morning and does not allow me to delay my work!” I’m sorry.
I’m a freelance writer!
Under my brother’s leadership, I worked hard, I worked hard, I worked hard, I organized my internal affairs, I followed my commands, and I became more and more impatient.
“It’s good,” says Zelig, “It’s time to change your mind.”
“So I won’t get kicked out of the house for taking the night off. I’m sorry.
I:
I haven’t seen Yuzawa since three days ago when my brother took me out for a snack.
My brother Jin Jin-jin said that, saying that Yu Ze was upset, who had come so late to deliver food to his girlfriend, and then had me on the couch for half an hour telling me the true story, like the summary report, that I was unconscious, that it was a girl who had been played by scum, had had many miscarriages, ended up killing people for love, anger, jail, and a sad story that she would spend the rest of her life in prison.
I told my brother that I was trying to argue that Mr. Yuzawa wasn’t such a piece of shit, and then changed to my brother’s harsher criticism.
From “girls must take care of themselves” to “Uncle Zhi’s spirit in the sky”, I was taken directly by my brother’s mouth, his power, and I wanted to confess to him.
But it also led me to ignore directly someone who had been expelled and to forget to reassure Mr. Yuzawa that he had been swept out.
And I said, adhesively, three days without seeing him, and I think that he would fall apart and die, and would even go out and see him under the weight of my brother.
YUZAY: You’re not afraid your brother will screw your ear?
I’m: All right, I’m fighting.
Yuzawa: …
That night at 10:00, Yuzawa sent it to me.
I saw my brother’s room with the lights out and decided to sneak out and meet the lover.
When I closed my door, I hit a warm and wide hug, and I confirmed that it was Mr. Yuzawa who reached out to his waist.
The winter is getting colder, and Yuzawa is wearing thin, and I turn my head: “Why are you wearing so little?” I’m sorry.
“A lot. “We were standing in a quiet building with a light kiss on my eyebrow, and our fingers were stuck in my hair, trying to keep me from the wind of the night when I was leaking. And suddenly I smiled, and I touched Zawa’s backside, and I whispered, “Do you think we’re like young lovers who don’t want to be discovered by their parents and have to sneak around in love?” I’m sorry.
“You probably don’t need this material,” he said, “Now green water forbids all early love.” I’m sorry.
I am dissatisfied to say that I have added a security teacher to the dark shark list tonight, “Do I, in turn, have you joined the security services to protect my car? I’m sorry.
“So, what are you gonna do to me? “It’s a nice thing to put on Yuzawa’s tail, so I pushed him up against the wall and kissed him like a queen.
“Not enough. “A man turned his back and turned his back, and surrounded me in the corner, and he leaned over and kissed me, and covered me directly in the shadows. The light on the head was blown, and this place was so exciting that my brother could see us outside the door if he looked out with his cat eye.
I was kissed in my head, and my hands were tied to his waist and I didn’t know to let go until he got up, and I looked like a thief in the eyes of a cat on the door, and I was afraid of looking at my brother.
Yuzawa touched me with some cold hands, and he laughed at me when I looked at my heart. He pressed the elevator, took me downstairs, and I was afraid that my brother would suddenly open the door and beat me up. Yuzawa took me in his arms, and his name was frozen.
I: … did you fight the beating?
Yuzawa took me to his car, where he had the red sugar congee he had prepared, and he watched me eat up. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised that I was ready to get beat up, but my phone wasn’t moving, and I didn’t touch it, and I didn’t bring my phone or my keys.
Yusawa suggested I look up and my lights are on.
I’m cold.
Yuzawa laughed. Start the car, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.
“Where to?”
“Take you away. I’m sorry.
12
On the way, I tried to convince Yuzawa, and now I might have a chance to go back, and if I did go back tomorrow, Yuzawa would really have to collect my body.
“I just reported it to Mr. Qi.” I’m sorry.
What did my brother say?
“He wants me to fight more. I’m sorry.
We fasten our seat belts: “Then let’s run away.” I’m sorry.
“My brother fought at the academy, basically with a ten. I’m sorry.
Well, Yuzawa noded, “Well, if you can’t stop being beaten up by Mr. Qi, do it a little bit more. I’m sorry.
Then I was abducted to my home.
As a man living alone, Yuzawa’s house was cleaner than I thought, and my heart was captured by a big orange that was given to my relatives, and I spent my entire time looking at him.
“This room can make a cloakroom later, but my clothes aren’t enough for the time being, when you’re ready.
“This room is a guest room. I’ve put some Stardelle dolls and pink beddings in it. I don’t know if you like them.
“This is a room I usually sleep in, but I don’t know how you like to set it up, so I’ll just put some of the necessary furniture on it, and you’ll see. I’m sorry.
I look at it with my head up, and I’m wearing a big, soft orange, and if my brother didn’t forbid my family to have anything but me, I’d have a couple of cats.
I didn’t take it up at all. I couldn’t help but slip the oranges away. I’m sorry.
And I looked up, and I was a little lost, and I moved from the love that ran away with me to the bad guy who broke me and Grand Orange, and he laughed, and he squeezed my face, and he said, “I packed up for three days and thought you’d like the coat room, like Stardear and the big pink bed, and I didn’t think it was the orange cat that attracted you the most. I’m sorry.
I noticed that Mr. Yuzawa had been planning to take me home for a long time, and that he was pacifying the man in front of me: “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
“Really? I’m sorry.
“Really.” I sneezed at an orange pig for three minutes and looked sincerely at Mr. Yuzawa.
Yuzawa groaned and took his glasses with his one hand, and he put me in the corner again.
Since the Green Water banned driving, Yuzawa has become a charisma.
All the way.
Kisses everywhere, kisses everywhere — above the collarbone, of course.
I gave Mr. Yusawa a hand with orange pig hair, which was equally significant.
Mr. Yuzawa, who stabilized, kindly provided me with pink slippers and toothbrushes.
And then I went to sleep in the guest room with the orange pig when I washed it.
Yuzawa:
The next day, when I was sent back to Zawa, my brother stood by the door and watched us both in cold blood: “What else do you know? I’m sorry.
And We were standing by the door, waiting to be trained.
Yuzawa spoke to my brother and offered him breakfast.
My brother took a look at me, turned around, followed me, left me to be beaten, locked out.
I: Did you two forget something important?
My brother came to the door 15 minutes later, and Yuzawa sat on the couch and looked at me, and I was nervous, “My brother hit you.” I’m sorry.
And Yuzawa shook his head, and he did not speak, and We reached out and touched his waist, and Zawa fled, and drew a breath of ablaze.
I turned my head against my brother, who was having breakfast, and his brother took the oil, “and he took my punch.” I’m sorry.
Brother. I’m sorry.
If Mr. Yuzawa hadn’t gone out of the hospital to give us food, would you have been able to make meatball soup?
“Fuck off. “He’s got nothing to do with it.” I’m sorry.
I can’t talk back because of my brother’s pressure. I can’t just sit in front of Zawa. I’m sorry.
Mr. Yuzawa has long legs and has a lean waist that is so thin that I can see.
“Don’t press it.” I’m sorry.
I looked up and looked at him, and I saw that he wanted to kiss me, and there was my brother at Na Ho’s.
My brother, who was carrying soybean milk, looked at us, grunted, drank, fell into the room.
I was sitting on his leg, holding my wrist in his hand, and he kissed me on the lips, “I’m fine.
“I was just pissed off by Mr. Qi, so I wanted to be angry. I’m sorry.
I’m curious what my brother said to Yusawa, and I’m not talking about it, but I just kissed him a few times and I’m off.
He’s got work to do, and there’s just me and my brother.
I had the guts to knock on my brother’s door, and my brother ignored me and couldn’t stand it. I’m sorry.
We’re supposed to share this with each other.
I looked in, I was ready to be thrown at by my brother, and I didn’t want my brother to be packed and ready to come back, “Why are you leaving so early?” I’m sorry.
It’s not like we’re getting so excited, is it?
“It’s almost all right, there’s a lot going on in the team,” says my brother, while he folds his clothes, “I’ve been restless for days since the judgment of Shea Seamount came down. I’m sorry.
“He must have been executed. I crouched down to help my brother pack up his suitcases, and focused on finding a corner in the trunk and then gave me Cosese, my brother didn’t answer, and then he fell over my head: “Big brother promised.” I’m sorry.
“I got my dad a drink,” I choked, and I’ve thought of Uncle Qing as my father for years, but he didn’t let me change it until he was alive. I’m sorry.
“Good. “My brother continues to look at what’s underneath the locker, and suddenly throws over his last deposit, and I pull the zipper in the trunk and put it in, and my brother stops me, “That’s for you. I’m sorry.
“No, I earn more than you now.” I’m sorry.
“That’s your dowry. * My brother * * Be good, take it * I’m sorry.
I haven’t said anything yet, and I hear my brother asking me, “You are of age, and I can’t deny you a boyfriend, but if you get pregnant, I’ll break your dog’s leg.” I’m sorry.
I cried with tears: “Brother, shouldn’t you break Zawa’s legs?” I’m sorry.
13
When my brother came back, Yuzawa wanted me to live with him in the heart of Sema Zhao.
But the threat of my brother leaving, for my dog leg and for Mr. Yuzawa’s long legs, I had to pretend to be deaf.
But Yuzawa told me that orange pigs were actually pregnant.
And now orange pigs are about to be produced, but he’ll have to travel for a week.
Mr. Yuzawa was embarrassed to say that the trip was impossible and that he could not find the right person to look after the orange pig.
Then solemnly gave me the keys to his house, asking me to stay at his house for a week and take care of the upcoming orange pig, on the grounds that it would be stressful.
In the words of what Mr. Zawa begged me to do, I was sent to his house with a computer.
Mr. Yuzawa went away and reminded me of writing every day.
Me and the orange pig looked at each other for a few seconds, and he was down to dry, and I turned on the computer.
Search the cat’s delivery course.
The orange pig is eating and rubbing at me. He’s got a good figure. And on my leg I scratched his chin and suffocated: “You are as big as your father.” I’m sorry.
What if I was born tonight?
I don’t know.
I’m such a prophet.
I woke up in the middle of the night by a cat whose water broke, and now my left hand, my right hand, my right hand of alcohol, my cell phone on the table with the vet’s little brother, waiting for the orange pig to give birth.
At that time, Yuzawa had returned with his suitcase towed.
“The plane was delayed. “There were heavy rains in Guangzhou and most of the flights were postponed, and I talked to each other and changed to online meetings.”
“Your phone doesn’t work,” and Yuzawa squeezed my face and hung up the vet’s little brother, “so I came back to see what happened. I’m sorry.
After we were down in the middle of the night, we finally got out of the two kittens.
I’m more excited than just being a mother of orange pigs.
“Yuzawa!” I snuck him from behind, and I was making chicken soup for the orange pig, and I didn’t know it, and my hands were on his waist, and I couldn’t hide it, “We had a kitten. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I live in Zawa’s house so thinly.
It’s too small for an orange pig, and Yusawa and I have tried so many times to paint the smell of an orange pig, which is the expression “Who wants to carry whom, it’s important to cook”.
I’ve been waiting for these two kids to jump and get fat.
When Yuzawa returned, two kittens were holding my slippers, and he saw me becoming increasingly obsessed with raising a child, writing without heart, and immediately struck his side and asked me when my next new pit would be dug.
I pretended not to hear the subject, and I was so excited to tell Yuzawa that I had a big name.
The little one is called the Moon and the Round, and his great name is the South Palace Pastor Moon and the Supreme Mandarin.
Yuzawa struggled with death: “Is it a little too much for a kitten? I’m sorry.
“Well, what about the Berigen Moon and Captain Tsumi? I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you name your new master first? “I’ve been busy with my editor’s big cat all these days and I’m supposed to be part of my job. I’m sorry.
And Yuzawa, with no mercy, put a cat in a cat’s cage, “Write, hand over the outline to save the cat.” I’m sorry.
Let go of my son!
I don’t know.
I’d love to die, but Mr. Yuzawa won’t.
Watching Nanjong Sheng Moon and General Huai Wan scream at me in a cage, as soon as I was a mother, I opened the computer speed code until I got up late in the night to fetch water, and I found the mother-in-law orange pig of the two cubs stealing milk for the cubs.
“Yuzawa!” We pushed him out of his bedroom to make a complaint. How could we know that Mr. Yuzawa had just taken a shower?
Excuse me. I’m sorry.
I was able to close the door when Zawa didn’t respond, and then open it before he did.
Sometimes a girlfriend can’t watch.
“What’s wrong? I was staring at Mr. Zawa’s long waist and body and driving a car with 10,000 words and lardering orange pigs.
Yuzawa came in a hurry and smelled after the bath, and I touched his waist, and I blocked him, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Ah, nothing. I let the way out, with a door frame on my back, trying to keep a clean smile.
I can’t say I’m moaning you.
Yuzawa is like a mind-reader. He stopped by my side on purpose. He was so close to me. I’m sorry.
“and wants to kiss you. “And I made a vague statement, and bit him on the lips before he could react.
It’s true that Mr. Soo-il’s face is so tight that now he’s only showing a small skin on his chest, and I bite him, and I think the next one’s a weak writer who’s been taken to the mountain by a woman bandit, and the “weak student” in front of me has already gripped my arms and pushed me into the door frame, and I’m getting this kiss. I’m sorry.
And the two cubs snuck out of my foot, and Yuzawa did not know when to close the door of the bedroom, and he pressed me to kiss.
When I lay in the bed of Zawa, I remembered my brother’s warning, and immediately softened my voice, “Don’t…
“I’m afraid my brother might break your legs. I’m sorry.
Yuzawa laughed in my ear: “Then get married tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
The end–
Ten miles of light
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
