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The accident revealed a search for someone over 20 years ago.

I called, “Who is the wife?” Shit. I’m sorry.

Shortly after, the lawyer came to the door and said that the Mr. Searcher had left me a large estate.

“Oh, my husband is sweet.” I’m sorry.

One.

For the graduation season, two months’ work was still on hold.

I dragged my tired body back to the rental house and shared the room with my roommate, the voice, and I used to brush videos with fries.

When she saw me come back, she jumped on the couch and came to me:

“You’re on fire. I’m sorry.

I’m in the fog, looking at her phone screen.

She was painting a video about a search-for-person announcement in an old newspaper outside of that idea, and was shocked by the photographs on it, and the images were intercepted.

In a matter of hours, the amount of praise has already exceeded half a million and is rising wildly.

“What does this have to do with me? I didn’t send this video. I didn’t have any.

“Look at the pictures.” I’m sorry.

I was just looking at the case, and that’s when I noticed the photo on the search.

The black and white pictures are pretty old-fashioned, and the pixels are a little blurry, and they’re beautiful women in their flag robes, and they’re all gentle.

“It’s me?” I’m shocked.

In my mind, I’ve always been an ordinary girl who couldn’t be more ordinary, and who hasn’t heard from anyone.

It’s not like the people in this picture, sitting there in peace, it’s moving.

I remember I didn’t take these retropics, but the eyebrow profile is very similar to mine.

“You. “Look, all names are like you, Yuko. I’m sorry.

I stayed and watched a few lines in the search for someone, to the effect that the newspaperman claimed that his wife was missing.

Also at the end are the names and telephone numbers of the publishers.

“Chang sends sound. I can’t read that name.

It’s not clear what’s going on.

After a brief trance, I was a little angry: “Who did this? I’m sorry.

Twenty-three years ago, when I was not born, I didn’t believe in pictures and names.

It must be a joke.

“Someone in the comment section already mentioned you. A lot of people asked him to send you pictures. “Why don’t you make a call and warn?” I’m sorry.

I was depressed, and I was even more upset.

When you get your cell phone, you call the number on the caller.

The head was picking up the phone so fast, it was quiet in the microphone, and there was a whisper of wind.

“Who are you?” Why did you use my photo to get me arrested? I’m sorry.

I’m angry at what happens when I think about the story: “Who calls a wife? I’m sorry.

The microphone is still silent, but it can hear a slight breath.

And the sound of the sound, and the sound of it, was low and long: “You found me, Eko.” I’m sorry.

Two.

That night, I had this voice in my head and I had a dream.

The old house in the dream had a tall round dome, and the flower shelf at the corner of the living room had brandy with dew on it.

The white old-fashioned jet, placed next to the flower rack, had a man sitting in the dark with a microphone, lonely as snow.

The next day I woke up and I was a little dazed.

He took part in an interview and went straight to the city library in the afternoon.

I don’t know what it was, but I started looking for old newspapers 23 years ago.

“You don’t believe it, do you? I’m sorry.

I don’t know how to explain it to her. I didn’t believe it at first, but it was a weird dream.

I don’t know how long it’s been, it’s getting darker, it’s not gonna hold up, it’s got a place to fall asleep.

Just as I was about to give up, I suddenly saw familiar photographs in a 1999 newspaper.

I can’t believe I’m looking at the search for people on the biggest plate, and there’s nothing in my head.

Is it really a coincidence that, decades ago, a woman looked exactly like me.

I have a newspaper that I want to go and wake up the sound, and I’m just walking around.

There’s something bursting right in front of us, and the white light is flooded.

After a short period of stress, clarity is gradually restored.

I was alarmed to discover that the shelf that had been lined up had disappeared and that the surroundings were not my library.

The strange hall of retrospect is empty, and the sound of the euphemism is silent.

I turned to the music, and I couldn’t see it again.

There was no light on the house, the moon was lush, and the pure moonlight was like a river pouring out of the window, and the ground was laid still.

In front of the window piano, a lean young man sits in a very formal old suit, walking up a black and white key with ten fingers, and in cold and white it looks like a work of art.

The moon shines upon him, and he is more charming than this.

I have never met a man like him in such a loud world, quiet, cold, elegant and beautiful as a painting.

I see God and forget my situation.

But the music stopped at this moment, and the man saw my impassioned guest.

And he’s just a little light, and the moon is slanted and clear.

“How did you get in here?” I’m sorry.

How can I explain this to him? Even if I said I was in the library, I’d suddenly appear here.

He didn’t think I was a thief, did he?

If he calls the police, I can’t explain it.

I was restless, and my mind was insensitive: “Will you believe me if I say I fell from the sky like Lin’s sister? I’m sorry.

The man looked at me quietly and didn’t get into my humor.

I was even more upset, but he said, “You can take anything you like, and when you leave, you can help me with the door.” I’m sorry.

♪ I’m sorry ♪ Are you okay?

If a thief comes to his house, he won’t die.

I explained, “I don’t know why I came to your house, but I’m not a thief.” I’m sorry.

His eyes remained in the window for a moment: “The door is behind you.” I’m sorry.

It’s a banishment order.

I was relieved that the man was more tolerant than I thought.

I slowly moved to prepare to leave, but I found something wrong as I turned around.

The man was on the piano shelf with a glass of cold water and a brown bottle next to it.

I’m suddenly an inspiration, and I’ve had a bad thought.

Who plays the piano in their own house in the middle of the night in a suit? Also, in the face of untimely visitors, there is nothing to be afraid of, and people take what they own.

It doesn’t look like normal human behavior.

So, is that a sleeping pill or something?

I am not the mother of God, but I am still a little bit concerned to see her die.

It’s a challenge to save.

“Sir, what time is it?” I’m sorry.

He remained calm and pointed towards the wall.

It’s a little far away, and I guess he couldn’t see it, and he walked by himself.

I didn’t have time to see the clock, but I was surprised by the other one.

The latest page, the most recent of which is, of course, April 30, 1993.

“Your calendar is an antique.” I’m sorry.

Who the fuck hangs ’90s at home unless it’s antique.

Men look a little lightened.

There’s a kind of “thrower, you’ve exposed” twirl: “This is worthless. Take the left vase. I’m sorry.

“uh. I can’t explain what I’m trying to say, “What year is this? I’m sorry.

He looked at me strangely: “I can’t read.” I’m sorry.

A hum in my head. Am I wearing it in 1993?

That’s when I found out I still had that old 1999 paper in my hand, and I was too busy opening up and reading that search announcement again.

A mind-boggling mind-blowing.

“Can I ask your name? I’m sorry.

The moon was as bright as water, and he looked at the black and white key, and the eyelids fell down like lashes, and there were two shallow shadows.

I suffered for ten seconds in his silence.

Fortunately, he finally opened his mouth.

The sound of a clear and cold voice is like a snowflake. I’m sorry.

Cheng sent a sound!

I’m a little confused about the perfect match between the man in question and the man in front of me.

I can’t believe it was me before I went through it.

But now, I have to believe it.

It’s amazing, I wore it back in 2022, and in 1993, I met a man called “The Voice of the Way.”

He’ll be my husband after all the information he’s been through.

I look at a man with a clear eye under the moon, whose heart beats at an anachronism.

Hell, there’s a saying in my head: “This is my man.” I’m sorry.

I can’t help but notice my eyes, and I can’t help but notice my eyes. I’m sorry.

It means you should go.

Look, it’s cruel.

I’ll take care of you later.

I thought so. I didn’t know I was going up.

Cheng sent a voice to see this weird move and frowned without a trace.

I was so busy laughing, and the pitiful hanging pointed, “Sir, I have nowhere to go. I’m sorry.

This is my future husband. What if I leave now?

The best way is to stay, of course.

I cried and cried, “Can I stay for one night?” I’m sorry.

It’s “…”

My name is Yuko, and I am definitely not a bad person. I raised two fingers, “I swear! I’m sorry.

It’s “…”

My eyes blinked and looked at him patheticly, with tears in them.

I think I’m a genius for an actor.

How come I didn’t realize I was going to film school?

Hey, scavenging.

In order to make the trick more real, I shed tears and say, “I promise to be good and not to disturb you.” I’m sorry.

It’s been so long, it’s freezing.

I don’t know what to think. It’s natural to be vigilant in the face of a stranger.

If he doesn’t talk, I’ll just wait.

Quiet around him, and the moon shines on his shoulder, and the moon is full, and the shadow is blue.

“There are plenty of rooms in the house, and wherever you like. I’m sorry.

“Okay. “I’m laughing at my second.

Lucky for you, it’s a soft man.

He hesitated because he had calculated that he had reached the end of his life tonight, and I suddenly broke into his plan.

I turned around, and I felt a little confused.

I went around the house and I found a room to sit down.

Not long ago, the living room had the sound of walking upstairs, and the sound was sent back to its room.

The small ocean floor in the night, the light’s dilated, quiet and weird.

I’m upset, I’m afraid of time and space and I’m worried about the sound of the process.

Don’t wake up tomorrow and see his body.

“No, since it’s mine, I’ll have to cover it! I’m sorry.

I carried my pillow justly and moved gently to the door of the room where the message of the journey was sent.

The door knocks in the empty house, and there was no movement.

Shouldn’t…

I can’t take care of manners or anything.

I haven’t seen the room yet. The bathroom door on the left happens to be open at this time.

The cool water puffs, and the man comes out of a loose, broken bathrobe.

Only the bathroom was surrounded by light, with his back on the light, wet hair dripping water beads, from his eyebrow to his jaw and rolling into a half-open chest.

I looked right in the eye and I was thinking…

The water on him is cold, but the pecs must be hot.

Shit.

Yuko, you want some face!

It’s all because of the voiceless, always sharing with me her private collection.

I’ve got yellow trash all over my head.

I’m ashamed to slap myself, but it’s not too much, if nothing else.

“What’s missing? His voice sounds dumb.

Hey, I’m ashamed of his kindness.

But here we are. We can’t just drop it.

And so I did it again, and I put on a pitiful and weak face and whispered, “I’m a little scared. I’m sorry.

“Hmm? “It’s hard to understand the sound of the process.

Yeah, a 20-year-old girl who can’t sleep by herself at night?

Don’t say he doesn’t understand. I don’t understand.

Well, I didn’t mean it well.

For this lame reason, I tried to be timid: “I just got here, I wasn’t familiar with life, and the house was too big, and I always felt there was…”

I looked around in a state of unease, and I used to act like I wanted to.

The “…” process has lost its voice again.

I felt so sorry for his taking me in, so I started crying like I was crying.

“Can I have your room? I’m sorry.

Cheng sent me a cold sound, and it’s going to get out of hand.

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m just trying to lay a bunk in your room. I squeezed two tears and looked at him, “I sleep very quietly and will not disturb you.” I’m sorry.

The sound of the process is once again compromised in my tears.

He turned silently and was carried out from the cupboard and laid on the carpet.

My heart is full of joy, and I will remain weak and helpless and will lay my pillow on the floor.

“Thank you very much.” I’m sorry.

“Go to bed.” I’m sorry.

“Huh. I watched him put my pillow on the bed and laid it on the floor.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a little emotional.

So I’m lucky to meet someone like this.

The sound of the process is cold and melancholy, and he is still gentle and soft in the face of a dark world.

For a long time, I always felt the world was unfair.

People are born happy, their parents are around and friends are with their loved ones.

There are those who have lost their parents since they were small, and are left alone in the mud.

And We grew up with Grandma for a long time, warm and bitter.

Never dared to meet so many good people, that’s what happens.

The Lord has listened to my prayers and given me another life.

But what was the end of this journey?

On the summer night, the windows opened, the moonlight was white and the bells were raised quietly.

I was confused, a little warm, a little sleepy.

“Do you have an electric fan in your house?” I’m sorry.

It’s strange that this guy lived in the 90s in a small ocean building, and it’s okay if there’s no air conditioner, not even an electric fan.

“None. I’m sorry.

“You’re not hot?”

The sound of the sound of the process is slow: “The heart is cold.” I’m sorry.

Well, you’re awesome.

Six.

I slept all night.

But the biological clocks that have been in place for many years have picked me up.

Looking at the strange room, I remembered slowly that I was in 1993.

It’s a low-intensity search.

The floors by the bed had been taken away and no sound had been sent.

I woke up in a minute.

When I thought about it, I just went straight out of bed and I forgot my shoes and ran out of my room looking for someone.

The three floors above and below the house were searched once, or the person who did not find the message.

I’m standing in an empty living room and I’m confused.

It’s like the only straw I can grab.

What should I do if he’s gone?

And that’s not how a good guy ends up.

Thinking about it, the eyes begin to be acidic, not knowing whether it’s for himself or for him.

“Squeak” opens the door and the bag comes in.

When I stood there barefoot, my eyes were red, he fainted.

The stone fell down on my heart, and I was embarrassed to turn away from his eyes.

“I saw the medicine last night. *I pointed to the piano and I thought you *

The glass and the bottle on the pianist stand are gone, and I can’t help but think.

The sound of the process is at the foreground, and the eyes are as remote as a fog and silent.

For a long time, he changed his slippers and came by with the bag in his hand: “Stairfall for breakfast.” I’m sorry.

Say hello to me at the table.

I’ve got a owl and I’m bowing my head and I’m afraid to look at him.

There’s a nice hand in the sight, and it’s cold and white, and it’s visible in the cyanosis.

“Take this money and go home.” I’m sorry.

“Uh…”

It seems that he treated me as a thief who had come from his land and had no choice but to sneak into his house to get something.

Yeah, normal people think I’m a thief.

But it’s too rare to be so good to a thief.

I can’t tell him where I come from, but I can’t tell him where I am.

“Sir, I have no home. “My parents died early, and my grandmother, who raised me two years ago, and I came here homeless. I’m sorry.

In the balance of light, I saw the muffled fingers on the table.

“Can you rent me a room?” I’ll pay you back when I get a job. I’m sorry.

“Not convenient. @Ambassah: #Jan25

The performance failed, and I was deeply frustrated.

He won’t take me in, so I can’t stay in his house.

I had breakfast, I had a boner, I didn’t take the money he gave, I left.

I thought I’d find a job around here and settle down.

Shit, I forgot the worst question.

I wasn’t born in 1993. I was a real black man here.

I’m sure there’s no way to find a decent job.

I can’t figure out why other people go through the fragrances, punches and kicks, kicks and kicks, and the beautiful guys turn around, and I’ll starve to death in the streets.

I’m miserable, very painful.

Until evening, my bones were starved and I had to knock on the door of the process.

As soon as the door opened, my old face wouldn’t want it.

Crying, “I’m here because of you. I’m sorry.

“You don’t want me, I won’t live.” I’m sorry.

The sound of the process is flat, held by me, in a strange quiet.

I cried so much, I suddenly heard a few laughters coming from the back of the air.

“Ah, you’ve got a girl who’s obsessed with finding the door for you to die.” I’m sorry.

When I saw the men and women gathered in the door, I died right there!

I’m a fool to forget that I’m still holding on to my voice.

This position is in the eyes of others.

But the men were very interesting and polite and made a simple joke, so they came back to the living room and left the room for me and the ride.

Then We cast out our hands, and We erased the tears.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was someone in your house. I’m sorry.

I was just trying to sell to get in. I didn’t know he had so many friends.

Cheng sent his voice to me, quiet.

“Come in.” I’m sorry.

Oh, he didn’t kick me out. I almost cried.

I can’t even admit it. I’m starving.

I took a small step into the door, waiting for the door to close, and then I followed him.

It’s my unsettling little look, and it’s a nice and gentle look in the eyes of others, and the men in the living room have a little laughter.

I was embarrassed to see the cake on the tea table and the unopened dinner table.

“It’s your birthday? “I turn my head and look at the sound of it.

I suddenly thought of the water and the medicine on the piano rack yesterday, and it was hard to feel something.

How desperate can he choose to end his life before his birthday?

I can’t imagine, but I really feel sad.

“Sit down.” I’m sorry.

There is only one space on the table, which should be the place for the sound of the process.

I was just thinking of finding a chair, and a man with a five-sized, three-sized man standing up next to an empty seat: “Sir, come sit down here. I’m sorry.

He’s strong, he’s got a big-finger gold chain around his neck, and there’s a movie with the gang boss, and he smiles at me nicely.

Without waiting for my refusal, he has taken the lead in moving to a chair, and everyone has moved a little more intuitively to let him sit down.

“Thank you. “I whispered thanks and sat down as the process unfolded.

“How long has she been with us?” I’m sorry.

He smiled so nicely, but the brown scar on his left face made him look like a mean man.

I’ve just met him. I’m sorry.

“Not supposed to. “He doesn’t believe in his chin.

A man who was with him intervened: “Alas, the lins you down, the little girl’s face is thin, and don’t scare people. I’m sorry.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I’m sorry.

He said he picked up chopsticks and put a big chicken leg in my bowl: “It’s me. Come on, eat a chicken leg. I’m sorry.

I look at this happy face of his, how I feel like I know him.

Yeah, like on TV, the son takes his girlfriend home and the old mother looks at the future daughter-in-law.

I’m being entertained by this ridiculous idea of my own, and I can’t help but look at the air.

If he knew I thought so, he’d have to clean me out right away.

♪ Touching my eyes, ♪ ♪ When the process goes away ♪

The words are cold: “Seize and go.” I’m sorry.

I thought that was what I was saying, and when I was out of my mind.

Looks like we’re going to sleep on the streets tonight.

I bowed my head and ate my chicken legs in the bowl, and I was hungry and hungry, but so many people I couldn’t move chopsticks.

There’s a lot of laughter in the ears of men, and they don’t bring the subject to me anymore.

The dinner lasted for over an hour, and Lindbergh got up first: “I’m all ready to eat, I’ll leave the cake to you, I’ll go first. I’m sorry.

The others stood up, and there was a laziness: “Shou, we were all men with you for your birthday in the past, and we were free from all this. I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

The man laughed and said, “I am not happy.” I’m sorry.

And he looked at me, and said, “Someone is with you.” I’m sorry.

“No need. “The sound of the process is in the eyelids, the shades are in the eyelids and the shadows are heavy.

I was sitting there wondering if I’d like to explain it to his friends.

The hand was suddenly pulled up and the palm was stuck in a gold chain.

“The girl, I don’t know what happened before I came, I don’t have a present. Take this chain, it’s my gift.” I’m sorry.

I’m surprised. That’s a lot of money.

“Not appropriate. “I’m too busy to return it to him.

His eyes were staring at him and he was mean: “I don’t want it, I don’t want it.” I’m sorry.

I was so scared by him that I couldn’t help myself.

But the sound of Cheng’s voice struck his lips: “Take it and turn it around tomorrow, we’ll be 50-50.” I’m sorry.

The man with a bright crystal light on his head and a bright look from his face, and his smile from his lips was soft, and I was compelled to see him.

The others have left, and the house is quiet.

“What am I supposed to do? I’m sorry.

I’m ashamed to turn my head, and I’m like, “Fifty-Fifty.” I’m sorry.

And when I heard of him, I became more oblivious, and put the chain of gold in front of him: “Return to your friend another day.” I’m sorry.

“Thank you for dinner, I’m leaving.” I’m sorry.

They’re all adults, and it’s not decent to be driven out twice.

“What do you mean by saying that I’m here?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think he was going to ask. I didn’t know what to say.

I’d say that just because I guess I’m just trying to get through it because of that “seeking for someone.”

I met him like I was meant to.

I can’t explain it to him. It’s ridiculous.

“Sit down and eat something.” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, this guy noticed I didn’t eat much.

The air was quiet for a while, and the sound of the journey picked up the gold chain and played in his hand: “Is this for rent? I’m sorry.

He’s just letting me stay?

I’m happy to look up, and I’m crazy about nodding my head. I’m sorry.

“Then eat. I’m sorry.

I don’t have to sleep in the streets. I sit down and make a living.

After eating, the sleeves were lifted with great care to do the cleaning.

“Don’t move, I’ll do it.” I’m sorry.

If they don’t play their part, why don’t they just leave?

“Thank you. I’ll take care of it.

I put everything in order, and I watched the kitchen in the Hall of Brightness beat the hands with satisfaction.

Turning around, you’re sitting on the sofa, sitting through the glass door in the kitchen, and watching it quiet.

When he found me looking at him, he said, “Would you like some cake?” I’m sorry.

I went out and I started lighting candles: “It doesn’t matter if you eat cake, it’s important to spend your birthday with you.” I’m sorry.

The voiceless listeners looked at me silently and noded at me: “Okay. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think about his mood, and I went to turn off the light and pressed him: “Come, make a wish.” I’m sorry.

“There’s no wish.” I’m sorry.

Seeing that he didn’t wish for a cake before, the big man did it, and it might seem to him a little twisty.

And I lied with all due respect: ‘Taste it, it’s good. I’m sorry.

I looked at him with all my heart, with all my heart.

He fought for ideas, and then put his hands together in compromise and closed his eyes in silence.

And for a few seconds, he set himself in the night, and his eye was lifted up in a shaking candle, so that he did not know.

I think his wish tonight will be a star.

And as he is, in the night there shall be silence shining.

I didn’t have time for this.

In the absence of an identity card, a temporary job was found in a small restaurant in the nearby street.

It’s dirty and tired, but the boss didn’t make it necessary.

I’m not a little girl, and I’ve learned to be self-reliant for a long time.

I don’t know when I’ll be back. I can’t stay at home for nothing.

It’s a weirdo, he’s in the study, he’s in the library for a lot of time, he’s been quiet all day and he’s barely in contact with the outside world.

The home phone is always ringing.

When the process is heard back and back, less words are spoken, it usually hangs up in less than a minute.

I don’t know who. I didn’t ask.

While living under the same roof, the sound of the journey is like a silent mystery.

I don’t know what happened to him.

The bell will ring at 7:00 a.m., and the girl who delivers the food leaves the basket at the door, helps with the garbage from yesterday and leaves.

She was only interviewed at the end of the month to settle the entire month ‘ s expenses.

They look familiar and strange, and they have the right distance from everyone.

And so do I.

His cooking was excellent and he was patient and focused enough on cooking.

Every dish at the table is well-placed, fragrances and fine as art.

And when We saw it the first time, We were blinded.

It’s incredible that he can’t see smoke from his body, but he’s in the kitchen and he’s very comfortable.

It’s been a long time, and I’m kidding, “You’re not a cook, are you? I’m sorry.

It’s not like it’s been a long time and it’s become a habit. I’m sorry.

I understand that he is trying to understand that, in his scarce and peaceful life, he is also trying to sustain life by looking for time to pass.

Those trapped in the mud attempt to capture a light in the dark.

This perception, it makes me sad.

We live in a strange and comprehensible way, and in the morning he prepares breakfasts to invite me, and at dinner he’s used to waiting for me, and occasionally he comes to watch TV with me and says something that doesn’t matter.

Sometimes I’m empty and I’m in his study, and I’m bored and I’m going to go through his big bookcase.

I’m the one who’s very tolerant. I’m the one who’s got his expensive collection.

Perhaps he was free, and while I was secretly calculating the value of his collections, he focused on the gold chain.

Don’t say it. This guy’s got a lot of persistence.

The hard-breeding of books has developed a method not only to melt the gold chain that is made of earth, but also to recreate the new pattern.

I don’t have a cold for his fun, I just think he’s free.

“You’re ready to go to the gold market to fight?” I’m sorry.

“Still learning. “But you can try, if you have a chance.” I’m sorry.

“Then you’d better buy a place to live. I’m sorry.

“You’re interested?” I’m sorry.

“Of course, you don’t know how scary the house will be. I’m sorry.

I still have no money to buy cabbage when I think about the price of a place that will go up so fast.

“I am such a piece of shit.” I’m sorry.

I’m a poor, innocent man.

The dogs cry when they see each other.

When you’re talking, you pull out the drawer, and you pull out a deposit and you push it up to me: “If you like, buy it.” I’m sorry.

“..” I snuggle, I don’t see him.

It is not because of his generosity, but because I heard from him in his tone, like a prowl.

The sound of the process is not right, and it’s funny to say, “Invest, make money later, we’re still 50-50.” I’m sorry.

I still can’t tell that he’s not really interested in making money.

“No?” His long finger was on the table, and he thought, “That’s three, seven, three, seven. I’m sorry.

“You’re very generous. “I’m really having fun with him.

“Well, I’m the man. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t bear to hear him say, “Men should suffer a bit.” I’m sorry.

I don’t deny that I have expectations.

“Not all of them.” I’m sorry.

The mind that was raised suddenly came true, and the courage grew.

He tried so hard to find out how different I was. He just opened his mouth and sent a message to stop me.

“The night is late. The sound is just as cold.

I realized at once his euphemism, the question of his mouth turned into “Good night.” I’m sorry.

The sound of Cheng sits silently in the light, silently.

I shouldn’t have been so upset.

There can be no doubt that the voice of Cheng is a perfect roommate, a gentle and generous care, a proper courtesy, a well-educated conversation.

It’s just, that’s all.

It is difficult for such a man, in comparison with the day, not to think, but not to cross the line with knowledge.

I’m supposed to be his comforting companion in his lonely life.

I have nowhere else to go. He doesn’t reject such company.

Once I cross the border and break this balance, he’ll be troubled.

Besides, I don’t even know if I’m gonna go back to 2022 at an unknown time.

The future and that “seeking for someone” kind of scares me.

Near us is an invisible Milky Way, which I cannot reach.

Days and days, I ran into a little girl who brought food when I left in the morning.

It’s been a long time.

We’ll go together, and the little girl knows I’m a traveler, a little bit surprised.

She said, “Mr. Cheng is a rich man who can rent a house. I’m sorry.

I talked to her, “He’s rich. I’m sorry.

She kicked the leaves on the ground, and she snarled me, and she said, “His father was famous, his father was a rich man, his mother was the daughter of the Chanman family, and I’ve seen them, they’re perfect and very loving. I’m sorry.

I imagine a pair like this, um, would be quite envious.

“Mr. Cheng is also very good, and I used to go to the commissary to watch TV, and I often see him on TV, and people say he’s a genius pianist, and I hear he’s got a lot of prizes. I’m sorry.

I knew it was a pianist.

All of a sudden, I remember, except for the first day I saw Cheng’s voice playing the piano, which he never touched again.

This should not be a pianist’s attitude to the piano.

“Why didn’t he play the piano later? I’m sorry.

The little girl took a breath; “He was in trouble three years ago, it seems…”

She wanted to stop saying, “The three words are unclear, and I read them from the news without knowing the truth. I’m sorry.

I’ve been remembering this all day. I went to a library after work and looked for a newspaper three years ago.

It really got me through to the news, and it was a lot.

I looked at all the news about him for the last three months, and I put the whole story together in those words, and I was suffocating.

Eleven.

And now, as the silence of the dead has been, there have been years of wanton madness.

The young and young, and the brightness of the talented pianist, together with his good birth and his demented skin, have the capital of an immutable man.

The young man’s spirit is strong enough to keep him alive.

He has a temper, and his eyes are not covered by sand, and the sinners are inevitable.

For many years, the enemy has been struggling to destroy him, lest it be unexpected.

The day of the accident, it was normal.

On the night of a concert, he had a lot of applause on stage.

Ten minutes later, the staff heard a distressing cry from behind.

The door was pushed in and the girl was put on the couch with the sound of the process, and her clothes had been torn apart.

All of them witnessed the death of the girl, who did not struggle to tear away the sound of the process, and also scratched several long blood marks on his face.

In the eyes of all, the fact that the girl had been attacked by the process was crucified.

The news that Cheng was taken away from the concert by the police was spread across the streets.

One night, he was turned from a talented pianist, who was so bright, into a street mouse, who everyone shouted.

Falling down the altar and falling hard.

Even worse, his father had a heart attack after he heard about his son ‘ s accident, and he had no time to leave a piece of speech and die.

Poor her son went to prison, her husband died, and she had no time to grieve.

The death is going on for his son.

Thanks to the well-established family business and the support of our friends, things have finally changed in months.

The girl who had originally accused Cheng of sending a message learned that a human being had been killed and told the truth under pressure from public opinion.

That’s all she’s doing because someone’s out there buying off the break.

She said, “I just lied a little bit, and I didn’t think it would happen this way. I’m sorry.

Ironically, the people who sent the message of the set-up made good and positive reparations, and they were only briefly detained for a few months.

And the life of Cheng’s voice will never end.

The people, who do not believe in this so-called truth, question that the traveller is using money as a means to get away with his or her crimes, and accuse him or her never ceases.

Few believe that the message was innocent, and no one wants to hear it.

Destroy him, far from that.

Not long after his release, his mother suffered from a loose string that was so tight that she fell ill.

In two months, he died.

The parents whose lives have been destroyed by him, like countless swords, cruelly cast a huge void in their hearts.

The wind never ceases to breathe in empty holes, making unknowing cries.

It took me a long time to sit in the library and to close the house.

The days go slow and the next few days are mid-fall.

And We stand at the side of the road and look up to the sky, and the moon, rising high above the sky, sheds its light upon all human beings with mercy, and vows that the night will be clear.

Moonlight is so pitiful that it can be seen in a world that does not have a voice in process.

He will not wait for the morning until the night is dark.

And We walked with heavy hearts, and looked up without notice, and beholded the way, and the sound of the journey was standing in the night.

He waited at the door and watched me walk away.

The moonlight passed through the gaps of the leaves and smitten on him in pieces.

My heart smoulders like a sea of waves, smouldering and echoing.

It’s a clear heart move. It’s a real heart attack.

Step by step, the urge to embrace him grew stronger.

I’m afraid I’ll make a joke.

“You’re waiting for me?” I’m sorry.

“You have never come home this late, but you have no sense of comfort.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t know your place of work until I look for it.” I’m sorry.

I told him to get a job and didn’t say anything.

He’s not a talker. He didn’t ask.

I’m in the middle of something. I’m in the middle of something.

The only way I can see him is if he doesn’t say anything, and the way he does it, it’s like, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.

Thinking about what happened to him, my eyes were suddenly sour.

It is a world that is so unfair and so gentle and so sweet that it has not been so softly treated.

I looked at him in the eye and held him.

Cheng’s voice stood still and didn’t push me away.

And a moment later, he smote my back: “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m sorry.

This guy is a pain in the ass.

“And when he was in darkness, he was not stingy, but tender.”

I was even more sad, and I held him in my arms, and I cried, “Let me be with you, okay? I’m sorry.

I thought he understood the moves of Cheng’s men, but he chose to escape.

The answer was vague: “Did not you always do this?” I’m sorry.

“It’s different. I withdrew from his arms and looked up at his dark eyes.

“What I want is that you belong to me.” I’m sorry.

I should have known. I was a greedy man.

Sooner or later, he will not be content with a close and alienated relationship.

I’m not talking.

And We rounded his finger around his fingertips, and said to him bravely and sincerely: “I want to take your hand and walk a long way with you, family and lover. I’m sorry.

Not under the same roof, owner and tenant.

It’s quiet, and it’s dark on the face.

In the evening after ten o’clock, there was silence, and there was the sound of the wind blowing its branches.

His silence overtook my heart and my hair, and suffered.

Now I’m on my own to cross the line and if he doesn’t, we’ll never get back to our original position.

When the heart was rubbed into a rope, the head was dazzled with a low smile.

“Sympathize with me.” I’m sorry.

I shuddered and he thought I looked into his past.

In the middle of the day, I had a cold feeling of being poured from head to foot:

“As far as you’re concerned, my love is nothing more than sympathy for you? I’m sorry.

It’s hard for him to read that.

The light of the moon over his face was dim, and the mood was incomprehensible.

I was relieved.

He was not so mean and his words were not true, but he was just running away.

And the voice of the Qur’an was his abyss, and he struggled, fell, suffered, and could not escape.

I couldn’t bear to force him to ask him, “Do you believe in the heavens? I’m sorry.

And there was no need for him to answer, and I laughed, “I didn’t believe before, but after I met you, I did.” I’m sorry.

I used to complain about my own misfortunes, but I was lucky enough to be here.

How lucky it is to meet a voice.

I know he tried to push me away, but I’m still willing to be patient and tell him:

I’m sure you’re my destiny. I’m sorry.

I think there’s a fate in a person’s life from the beginning to the end.

Sooner or later, or far or near, we shall meet the one who is destined.

We met and fell in love and went forward together.

There are only some who have been separated from each other, and some whose fate is stale.

There are people, only one in life.

Everything’s been set by fate and fate.

We cannot control our fate, and what we can do is to love each other patiently and with all our energy in the days that we can.

It is true that we met in the first place without regret.

I can’t understand these things until I get to the point.

Now it’s him, and suddenly love has a specific shape.

At the end of the night, there was never a word or a word and the silence turned back.

But I am convinced that he will eventually belong to me, patiently waiting for his response.

Life seems to be the same, except for the silence that has grown.

He’s still in the kitchen, cooking over and over and over and over again, but he’s got a bit of a mess on the table.

He will remain in the study for a long time and will continue to stir up the melted gold chain, with only occasional noises.

And at night, I woke up in the middle of the night, and I could see him alone, wandering around in a house without light.

Says it’s a fake, but I didn’t bother.

Cheng sends the sound that he is stronger in his own abyss and in his heart.

Sometimes the person who pushed you away might be more upset than you.

Until some midnight, I was awakened by the rain.

It is difficult to make it clear why, at this moment of awakening, the heart ran out of fear and panic.

On the night of the fall, there was no light in the house, and the rain broke into the window and knocked on the window and the window was empty.

And in the thin light, as I had seen him the night before I sat in front of the piano.

Ten fingers on a black key, but no sound.

My heart was beating, and I was walking down half the way: “Why don’t you sleep?” I’m sorry.

It’s a shame to know he’s in such pain, so let it go.

I saw the sound of it, and I saw it coming back to my face.

And We said to him, “Awake in fear, and forgot to wear shoes.” I’m sorry.

He does not know that he is sitting here, but is held by a string in haste to find him.

The sound of the process was quiet, and the light fell on his eyes, as if it were a burning fire.

He reached out, briefly hesitated and grabbed my hand.

Yuko, I’m sorry. “He lays his head down, his back on his leg, he holds my hand tight, and the other hand folds.

He apologized for denying my true heart that day by questioning indifference.

I knew he couldn’t blame him.

The rain was getting bigger, and his voice was in the rain, and the sand was blurry: “I was going to leave in the early morning of my birthday and have accepted the end of life.” I’m sorry.

He looked up to me at this moment: “But here you are. You came into my room with a pillow, and I thought, “This girl has a big heart.” I didn’t see you looking at me in the morning until you knew you saw me. I’m sorry.

And the voice of the Qur’an took hold of his lips and mocked himself: “I am indeed a weak man who has no courage to live.” I’m sorry.

“No, it’s not. “You’re just sick.” I’m sorry.

The world is not as good as it is, not everyone’s heart is good and the voice of the process has borne the suffering that should not have belonged to him.

He’s in the mud, he’s sick.

It’s hard to talk about it.

“I’m glad you came. I’m sorry.

The lower his voice, the dumber he is, “I’ve never seen you before in these years, and I’ll expect tomorrow at every late night. I’m sorry.

My tears fell at once, and my heart stinged.

In many empty nights, he wanders alone, and every time tomorrow comes, not hope, it is deeper shackles.

This is the second half of the year, when I speak daily, but only a few words.

I’m always saying he listens.

And when I said “brows” and “brows” and “brows.”

I’m not happy sometimes, and he’ll be a bit clumsy when I’m comforting, but he’s more patient than anyone with this.

It’s too hard for him to open up blood wounds like this.

The sound of wind and rain was out of the window, and he took my hand and whispered many words.

He said: The more I could not bear to be with you, so I was afraid.

“and to keep you by your side when you think about it, and to be afraid that you might find me weak and disillusioned.

“A man like me can’t even save himself. Why would he pull you to save his life?” I’m sorry.

On this autumn night, I heard the sound of the wind in the heart.

The sound of emptyness is heartbreaking.

I put my face on his leg, I had to open my mouth, and I choked.

And finally, I said, “Don’t push me away. I’m sorry.

“You’re really good and I’ll never be disappointed.” I’m sorry.

I’d like to tell him again and again how lucky I was to meet him.

It’s raining, the world’s loud and quiet.

I turned around and couldn’t sleep.

This man is a man of great respect and prefers to lay and not go to bed.

“I can’t sleep.” I’m sorry.

He opened his eyes: “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“Don’t know. I tried to make him laugh, but I lost my way, and I said, “It’s probably the one with the heart who can’t feel it, who can’t stand it.” I’m sorry.

It is clear that the channel has not been adapted to this relationship, and it is still silent.

I wondered if I had frightened him, and I said, “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not such a casual person.” I’m sorry.

But if it was him, it wasn’t random.

I was just about to take my hand back, but he held it against me: “I know.” I’m sorry.

In the dark, his eyes are as bright as light, glistening.

“Let me tell you a story. I’m sorry.

I’ve heard so much about dating him and sleeping stories.

“Do you want to sing a song?” I have to go in and listen to him more than hear the story.

It’s a little hard to say, “How about a fairy tale?” I’m sorry.

I know it’s been months since we’ve been on the street singing “Fanny” and it’s more like phonographs.

I don’t think I’d be able to sleep if he opened his mouth for me.

“Okay. “I choose between the play and the fairy tale.

It was promised in his mouth that his body would not go down.

It was a little big, and I reached out to him, and I leaned on his hand and lay next to him.

In contrast, the sound of the proceedings was somewhat disturbing.

I looked in his eyes, “Singing fairy tales to sleep is only useful if I sing and slap my back, as my grandmother used to do.” I’m sorry.

He’s quiet again.

“Let’s go. * I rubbed in his arms and made a comfortable position *

I’m happy to close my eyes, please.

After a while, I started to get sleepy, and still no sound.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t sing fairy tales. It’s important to sleep with him.

When I fell asleep, I sensed his hand slapping my back, and his voice fell very gently into my ears.

“Swirling, shaking to Grandma’s Bridge, Grandma calls me baby, a bun of cake…”

I don’t know how long he’s been singing, but I’ve slept well.

The next day, he was gone.

No accident, he’s in the kitchen.

I went over there quietly, looked behind him and looked at the sound of the cyborg, and I had to make an egg even.

It was too close, my face stomped on his arm, and he remained a bit on his side.

In the case of lovers, the voice of the process is not skilled, it is always done with care, fear and fear.

I think he’s been in the dark too long, walking a little longer than the others.

But he did try.

I’m going out to work after breakfast, and he’s studying his boyfriend’s way of sending me.

I didn’t want him to find out that I was doing such a dirty and tired job and refused.

And as we walked along the way, We scorned, “I was such an unconfident person before my beloved.”

But what does that matter? I have the best lover.

The day was busy, the night was darkening, and the last table was left.

I just came out of the kitchen and I heard them laugh and say:

“Isn’t that a famous pianist? What’s Cheng called? I’m sorry.

“Chang sent a message, what a pianist. I’m sorry.

“Ha ha ha ha. “The men and women on the table are laughing.

I’m busy looking up at the door.

The twilight streets, the neon was glittering by mistake, and the process was silently standing outside the glass door.

Neon floats, and he stands in the shadows, thin and illusory.

I was shaking with my hands on the tea, and the hot tea was splashing on my back, and the heat was less than a half-heated heart.

The scoffing of those people was like a sharp knife.

I’m so sorry, not to mention him?

I’m on fire, and I’m going to have to talk to them.

And as he walked, he took away the trays in my hand, and in the mocking eyes of the people, he carried his sleeves unattended, and gently wiped out the tea on my back.

He leaned on his head and the light was on his face, and the half-might and half-dark remained extremely gentle and gentle.

And if they were to hurt, and if they were not to conceal their eyes, they would never have entered him.

I’m a little sour in my eyes, and I feel so sad in my throat that I can’t come up:

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

I said, “I’ll ask you one more question. I’m sorry.

“Sorry.” I’m sorry.

“Imbecile, there’s nothing to apologize for. “I’m getting more and more ready to cry.

He always looked at my feelings with care.

But he’s the worst of them right now.

“Go, go home. * He held his hand and took me out of the pyrotechnics. *

On the way back, the message was silent.

I don’t know what to say.

In the study, he opened the safe and put the whole deposit on the table.

“Do you like to buy a house? Shall we consider this work from now on? I’m sorry.

It’s hard for me not to be entertained by his move.

But he is heartbroken and heartbroken.

The light was on, and he looked into my eyes, and there was light.

I’m hot, hold him.

There is a saying in the heart, full of love, spilling out of the lips:

“The voice of Cheng, your whole life. I’m sorry.

I’ve never been in the dark of his life.

And there is nothing for him, except that he may know that I will be with him for every day of his life.

Love this thing, it’s supposed to be heavy in the process.

He never talks, but he’s always loved.

The days were quiet and long, and he had nothing to do with his meals, and he had a response.

And as I struggled to travel through the city, and happily bought a house and laughed, he became busy.

If he doesn’t say anything, I won’t ask.

Lin came to pick him up, the day-to-day car picked him up, and Lin and I were in touch.

That Zhirin was drunk and had a big, big arm, and he cried with my hand and a nose and a tear.

Listening to him said that Cheng had offended him because of his youthful feelings.

Then the enemy who destroyed his family and destroyed it was his enemy.

It’s been hard for Lin to let go of this.

In the end, he sheds tears: “I would rather trade my life for all that he has.” I’m sorry.

I can’t keep my mouth shut and go back to the living room to clean up the mess.

I do not know that when he remembers these things, he repents and may not be able to regret them, and the pain is enough to drown him.

Seeing that I’ve been looking at him, it’s a relief to say, “It’s hard to remember, just go.” I’m sorry.

I know he didn’t. I know he did.

But I know he’s moving on.

It’s more important than anything.

Hold his hand tight and nod his head. I’m sorry.

Days go slowly down and one day I see him on TV.

It was only then that he knew that he had been trying to return to public view and play a new chapter of life in front of the piano.

All those years of low-profile transparency, he had a deep fear of the outside world.

Now that we’re out there, we can see how much psychological obstacles have been overcome and how many people have been blinded.

He was steadfast in his bones, and after a long darkness, he finally stood in the light.

Every time, every opportunity is seized to confront media journalists and to shed light on the difficult past.

In a personal interview, the moderator wondered why there had been such a shift.

“Because of my girl.” I’m sorry.

In the camera, his long fingers were pressed straight to each of the angles, and the light was calm: “I thought my life was just like this, and I didn’t want to think about it, but she came.” I’m sorry.

And in the end, his voice was obscured: “I cannot let her follow me, and be mocked and despised. I’m sorry.

He raised his head, and the words were firm: “So the message must be clean.” I’m sorry.

Through the TV screen, I can seem to feel him looking at me.

And We saw in his calm eyes the fire in his heart. That was a profound love.

In this age of underdevelopment of the network, every effort was made to tell everyone that he was innocent.

In those years, he had accepted the yoke of fate, and now he wants to be innocent, but he does not want me to stand by him with the eyes of the world and to be rejected.

I want to laugh at him. I want to work with him. How can I care about the gossip?

And remembering that he was heavy in love, and kept holding his hand in every morning evening, and told him of his love.

The days have been small and we have not been too busy in love.

I am not as stable as he was, but a few years younger than him, and not as difficult as he walked.

I’ve been trying to run to the outside world.

I’m used to the luxurious and colorful 21st century, the Mordon world of the ’90s is not attractive to me.

At times, he was pulled, mixed up in the disco with a crowd of fresh-tweet jeans, in the k singing room, crying and crying, and making him sing me a funny song.

In the past two years, Cheng has learned a lot of love songs, and he has a good voice, and listening to him sing alone brings to mind a word of “deep love.”

Lin also laughed at him at the beginning: “How can she become a woman?” I’m sorry.

Not long ago, he hit his face.

He and a girl sing it all day, and the heart rain sings it over and over again and over and over again.

The news of the marriage came to light before March.

I had the privilege of attending a wedding in 1995. Everything was new and fun.

At the wedding, young people danced with the bride and groom in the music, and I came up to play, and I pulled the air to join the crowd.

It’s a good time to get high.

I’m not sure I’m alone in the crowd and I can only dance with my step.

This time, he’s alive and glowing in the crowd.

My heart was hot and I jumped on him and hung on.

“I’m tired, you take me. I’m sorry.

Cheng is afraid that I will fall and hold my hands tight and reminds in his ear: “Where is the video?

I don’t give a shit about the video, lying on his shoulder, “Well, that’s good. I miss you, and I’ll show you the tape.” I’m sorry.

That’s one of my random jokes, but it’s evidence of our love.

I don’t know.

The sound of music is on the horizon, and his lips hold me in my ear, and he promises with great sincerity:

“I will be with you all my life. I’m sorry.

So you see me every day, and you don’t need to look at the video to think about me.

It’s good to listen to him.

My heart is full of joy, and my mouth is still full of pride: “Well, the man’s mouth is a liar. Who believes?” I’m sorry.

“You don’t believe me?” I’m sorry.

Hey, this guy’s just too serious to play with.

I made fun of him on purpose: “Then show me and I will believe you.” I’m sorry.

It’s true that there’s something in the heart that he wants more from his heart.

I was a little sarcastic, and I was a little unsure, and I was like, “What?” I’m sorry.

I looked at him as he was, and the more he smiled, the more he held his neck around his ear: “I have an premature proposal.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? He stopped in the crowd and listened carefully.

“Put me on your accountbook. In order to hide my shame, I lamented, “I feel so sad when I think I bought so many houses and lots, and then the price went up without me.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think of it. Look at me.

I’m not comfortable with him. I’m afraid he doesn’t understand my care, or he’ll refuse.

“You don’t like it? I’m sorry.

The sound of Cheng returned, shaking his head and holding me in my arms.

At the end of the music, the bride and groom hugged and kissed.

I heard the sound in my ear. I’m sorry.

Then he solemnly said, “It’s all yours.” I’m sorry.

It’s not easy to settle in to the accounts of the traveller.

A few weeks later, I got my identity card.

I came out of the Civil Administration the other day and I had a new identity — the wife who sent the message.

I’ve got the book and the marriage certificate, and I’ve got a little bit of happiness in my heart, full of it.

Who wants to draw his house, I want the identity of Mrs. Cheng.

It’s the kind of guy I’ve got.

I looked at the ID and laughed, and I sent a message, and suddenly I was sad, and I said, “I feel like I’m a bit stupid. I’m sorry.

He didn’t say I didn’t look at it, he looked at it, he couldn’t smile, “Yes, indeed. I’m sorry.

Cheng groaned.

It’s hard to imagine that this man would care.

I remember he was nervous when he took the wedding photo.

I snuck out to shake his hand, cold and cold.

It’s always easy to get married without being nervous.

And I kept smiling, and said to him, “Father, laugh, or else I was forced to marry.” I’m sorry.

The sound of Cheng was shocked by the claim that he was “husband” and his face was softly opened, like to say something, without a sound coming out.

The photo is fixed at this moment, and the message is like a child who understands the camera.

I’m satisfied.

I prefer the way he smiles.

I smiled at him, saying, “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter, you’re still handsome.” I’m sorry.

I’m telling the truth. He just had to stand there and make it easy for people to see it.

Whatever the gesture.

I didn’t care much at this point, but I fell down and said, “What did you just call me?” I’m sorry.

Although his tone is still normal, I can read a little bit of his bad thoughts.

You want to hear those two words?

Just say it or not.

So I thought, “I’ll be happy and slap him on the shoulder, and I’ll tell you when you carry me back.” I’m sorry.

It’s a good way to send it. I can see that.

I’m a bit of a bad guy, but I’m a bit of a bad guy.

And he ran, and strangled man enough, so that he could cry in his ear with a soft voice.

“I have a wife and a family.” I’m sorry.

Home has always been a heavy subject for me.

A few years after his death, he stood alone, without a home or family.

That life, he looked at the abyss.

I deliberately ignored the tummy he was trying to hide and held him close to his back:

“We have not only a family, but also our children. I’m sorry.

In the blueprint for the future, there’s him, there’s me, there’s our kids.

We’re together, we’re all in vain, our children and grandchildren are on our knees, and our lives are full.

I was so promised.

It’s the same.

It’s a perfect lover and an impeccable companion.

In the matter of lovers, he has gone from the care that he learned at first to the skill that he has today.

I used to be proud and said, “I have a good eye. I’m sorry.

It’s enough to be grateful to have met him.

And the voice of the journey was as humble as ever, and he always said, “Well, I am so lucky that you chose me.” I’m sorry.

See, without a little flirty man, you can be honest when you love someone.

And We took him in his arms, and said, “Yes, I knew it from the first sight of you; indeed, you are mine.” I’m sorry.

“You’re so confident and wonderful.” I’m sorry.

“My grandmother says that people are obsessed with the first thing they look at because it’s a soul that recognizes each other, and I think she’s right. I’m sorry.

Yes, it’s a very strong feeling that he belongs to me.

“I’m a thing.” I’m sorry.

And We did not forbid Qur’ar to chew with his face and to tell him solemnly, “You are my husband.” I’m sorry.

This is a trick that I’ve tried so hard to use and I’m willing to do it.

He is a man whose blood floweth with a share of loyalty to his partner, and is not false.

And sometimes I wonder how he will do it every day.

Cheng spoke to me about his parents, a past that he rarely wished to mention.

In detail, he had never seen his father speak out with his mother since he was young.

Mr. Cheng is a mean man, but he’s angry again and would rather slap himself than argue with his wife.

When he was a child, his mother was soft, and he was so angry that he cried.

Because of this, Cheng was beaten up by his father.

Every time he beats him up, he says, “A calf, I dare you to bully my woman.” I’m sorry.

With the leather belts of the old father, the sound of the journey was understood with a deep heart.

She’s got to have a wife, she can’t take it, even if she’s a child.

After all, it’s been a long time.

It’s supposed to be the thoughts of parents, the feelings of guilt and frustration.

I made fun of him on purpose: ‘Will you beat him for me if your son makes me angry after that?’ I’m sorry.

I was just laughing at the sound of the message. One of the true words said, “I will break his leg.” I’m sorry.

The conversation was childish and funny, and I laughed at him.

Happy day, happy day to come to us.

This year Hong Kong returned.

Cheng’s voice is one who doesn’t like to watch TV, but it’s too late for that.

His motherland was engraved in his bones, his 12-point flag was raised on time, and the fireworks celebrated outside the window were rotten.

The pyrotechnics exploded and the light fell into the house, and he held me in his arms.

This night’s journey sends the sound of a star in the sky.

“Hong Kong returns, you are in my arms, and this is the worst moment of my life.” I’m sorry.

It’s our year.

In the fall of the year, I was surprised to find new life in my body.

After the initial joy, more worries were expressed.

I know he loves me.

In his view, a man can’t share the pain of having a child.

So, there was some talk about children, and so I said, “It doesn’t matter if we have children, we don’t have them. I’m sorry.

I don’t think so.

The day when happiness was wrapped in it, I sometimes thought of the 99 year search.

I was so clear that I would never leave him.

But scared. What if it’s fate?

If it’s so unfortunate, I’m really bound to go, and there’s always someone around him.

And, this man, he deserves me to have a baby for him.

With such fear, I greatly value this new life.

The sound of the process almost suspended work, and the longer it took to stay in the kitchen, it changed the way to make a variety of deliciouss.

I’m barely discomfortful, but I’m getting better.

I’ve been talking about it, and I’ve taken a couple of good-looking pictures, so I don’t look bad.

The camera I used to play with when I was a teenager, and I didn’t want him to look bad, so he took a bunch of black and white pictures of me.

The moment I got the picture, I was happy.

He’s got some kind of background. I’ve never seen myself in every picture.

But when I looked at it, I looked again.

These photos, they look familiar.

Soon I remembered, yes, I’ve seen it, on that 1999 search.

Turns out, I took this picture for you.

I was staring at the picture in my hand, and I thought in my head, in a mess, of a saying: “There’s nature in the meditation.”

The advent of this idea has caused me to panic and to look up and see the sound of the process.

The sun of the fall was golden, and the windows were laid silently, and he looked down at the pictures, and his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were precious.

My heart is covered in a haze, and it’s been so long.

It’s hard to imagine what I would do if I lost him.

I don’t want to think about it. If I go, how about you?

Over the years, we have worked hard to integrate each other into our own lives and have a sincere vision of the future every minute.

What a cruel thing to be separated.

I’m not sure what I’m talking about. I’m sorry.

“No, I was just thinking, do you like boys and girls?” I’m sorry.

That’s a good question, too, and it’s not what he wants.

There is no hesitation in answering: “Girls.” I’m sorry.

“Why?”

“Like you. I’m sorry.

Being favoured is always the best cure.

I tried hard to ease my heart and took care of the upcoming child more carefully.

It snowed early in the winter of ’97, and I was lazy and not moving on the couch.

Every day when the snow shines and shines on the windowsill, the sound of the journey plays a few songs quietly in front of the piano.

I used to sleep with a long, slow voice and have a good dream.

By the sound of the process, time is so sweet.

I forgot, it was bitter.

At the end of the winter, the snow has not stopped.

In the morning, I thought I’d make a snowman.

I can’t hear the sound of it. When I was wrapped so hard, I led me up to my yard with snowman addiction.

Unfortunately, he just went out of his house and got scared by the twitching people.

The sound of Cheng kept me in the back, and looked at him as a young man with a rag of cotton, a skinny man with a dry face and a cold, and he was frozen under the porch.

It is expected that homeless children from far away will hide under the roof of the sky.

When he saw us, he looked up, and his face was blue, but his eyes were clear.

Poor Baba looks at people like scared little sheep.

I think of myself as a poor person when I first came here without any reason, and I fear it would have been worse than him if it had not been for him.

“He won’t last this winter.” I’m sorry.

He hesitated a little, so he tried to give the young man some money to give him away, and he was soft when I wanted to leave him.

He was asked where the juvenile came from and placed in an empty room in the backyard.

This winter, there’s an extra teenager at home.

The boy has a strange name, “Ginger’s Year”.

People are tough, but they’re very good at working, and they always have to do their work, and they’re not afraid to be dirty.

With him, Cheng left his voice.

In addition to the fact that he’s cooking, Cheng sent a strong message to keep him out of his hands, and the rest will follow him.

Indeed, the arrival of the year of ginger is a happy thing.

He will build a beautiful snowman in the courtyard every morning, wearing red little scarfs, and show off in the wind.

I fell in front of the window, and I could see it in a state of joy.

I’ve left Ginger’s year behind.

Kang-Yun is an orphan and has a clean sex, and he’s with Cheng, so long as he’s treated well, he’ll be grateful and always be behind him.

I’m always afraid if I really go, I’ll be alone.

Fear that there will be no one near him or that he will be alone in this house as he was before.

Winter is about to pass, and the spring wind is hidden in the melted winter snow.

There shall be no sign of it, but the abdomen shall be strangled as a knife in the morning.

I’m in pain and I’m convulsed and I’m scared.

For the first time I saw him so angry, I cried out at the ginger-yearn, which was also frightened: “Go and drive.” I’m sorry.

He forgets that 15-year-old Ginger can’t drive.

Ginger’s gone too far to call an ambulance.

Cheng couldn’t wait to hold me out of the house.

This is the last snow of the winter, and yesterday I read the weather forecast and said, “Spring is finally coming, and when the weather is warmer, we’ll go to the suburbs and take a bath.” I’m sorry.

I promised I’d go to bed, but I couldn’t get to the spring of ’98.

My new life with Cheng’s heart died this spring.

She hasn’t come to us since we’ve taken care of her.

The doctor was unable to say so, but only that the heart of the child had stopped and could not return.

I cried again and again and again, in this long spring.

It’s always a mess. How can I send a message without hearing it?

Until here, I believed in God.

I didn’t belong here, so how can I keep my new life?

Well, I’ll definitely leave, won’t I?

So, I’m sorry because of the kid who can’t come to us.

And because I’m leaving my love.

Ask me which is more painful, I admit, the latter.

I was in my arms as I had been in my arms as I had always been.

And when the light dazzled and dazzled, and we were struck by these days, he was stronger than I, and he was thinner, and he looked upon the pitiful.

On the day I went to the hospital, I was about to be pushed into the operating room, and I was dying to grab my hand and my eyes were red.

And the sound was loud, and he said to me, “Be good and be not afraid, I am here.” I’m sorry.

He couldn’t follow in, the door in the operating room was closed for the last second, and I fainted and saw him, and he cried.

These are days when We know only that we are in pain, but we ignore it. Every time I cry, I tear my heart apart, and he wakes up with red eyes.

I’ve spoiled that beautiful man.

Why doesn’t he break his heart.

I’m sorry to scratch my lungs, I’m guilty.

It is so stupid to embrace what is known to be the destined future, and to spend what is in vain.

“How long has it been? * I reached out and touched his face, and his heart was sore, and my tears fell. *

When I cried, he couldn’t take care of himself, he was so busy with his hands and feet that he wiped my tears, and he passed out on his sleeve.

“But what’s wrong? I’m sorry.

In March, his physical injuries had already been carefully raised.

Crying is just a pain in his heart.

I’m not a good wife, but I’m flattered, and I’ve done a few things for him.

It’s a matter for him to remember.

I touched his face, my bones, and I choked and I asked him, “Didn’t the fool eat well?” I’m sorry.

In the meantime, I don’t remember whether he had a good meal or had a good night’s sleep.

It’s like waking up between chaos and pain.

I didn’t answer, but I said, “Are you hungry? I’m sorry.

I laughed and cried, “You idiot.” I’m sorry.

It’s stupid to think about me and take some time to take care of yourself.

“I am hungry.” I’m sorry.

Well, that’s the only way he could have a nice meal with me.

The cold in the air faded, and summer came as scheduled.

I think I missed the deal of spring.

Don’t miss it again.

I’m good. I held his hand tight, “Don’t worry about me anymore. I’m sorry.

He’s got to look at me in the light, to make sure I’m really good, as he says.

“Really. “I stood up and walked behind him gently, around his neck on his back, shaking gently.

On the first summer night, there was a light wind blowing the veil.

I swayed with him, “Will you take me wherever you want? I’m sorry.

Want to be with him every minute of the countdown.

Holding his hand, hugging, kissing, making love happy every night before sleeping, the morning after waking up.

And the kisses of the journey fell softly on my back, and a long silence fell: “Well, follow you.” I’m sorry.

Since that day, I’ve really been the tail of the Quiz.

He was on the show, and I sat under the stage, and I couldn’t stop being proud and flaunting, “Look, that’s my husband. I’m sorry.

So be naïve, but every time We rejoice.

I came back to me first.

Or stay with me and watch other shows or take my hand home.

For a long time, many people in the circle know that the famous piano family has a very sticky wife and is moving on and on.

Anyone who wants to take a trip to dinner will never have one reason: to go home to his wife.

Even Lindbergh can’t take it anymore.

The sound of the process was also damaged, and the phrase was “Yo, there’s no scratches on the neck today, and there’s something going on.” I’m sorry.

Lin O-soo was so angry that he couldn’t get through with his life, and he bullied him.

As all friends know, don’t look out there and cry out for friends to get home and get beat up.

His little wife, who had a temper of scratching and scratching, and two who had a fight, had not seen the gang separate from each other over the years.

If you say your wife is in charge, you won’t let him.

I envy them a lot. Who says it’s not happiness?

There are people who are around, there are people who laugh and there are those who love each other for so long.

How can I not be envious?

I have also tried to speak seriously and with the voice of the process, without any surprise, and he does not believe.

“Well, I know you’re the sister who fell from the sky.” I’m sorry.

In order to convince him, I went through the closet to find the old paper I brought, but I couldn’t find it.

Maybe fate has already written the end of the story.

Or perhaps, I am worried about the heavens, and God pitys himself for the misery of man and leaves me with him.

It’s only inevitable that, on the night of the big hugs, he’ll be told something else:

“If I disappear one day, you must believe that we can see each other again. I’m sorry.

And the fifth year of the message, it was strong and calm.

The time was silent, and it came in late New Year’s Eve in 1998.

The beautiful, fashionable woman carrying her luggage from the sea and groaning at the door, I heard her whispering, “Ass.”

She was kind and polite to me, but I always felt that she looked at me with an incomprehensible complexity.

She was treated with the same kind and cold-hearted alienation.

But We can see a little, and there is no doubt between them.

A woman’s sensitivity is natural. I’ve thought about it. It’s only a tasteless meal.

Even worse, after dinner she offered to stay at home.

“It’s not convenient. I’m sorry.

After that, ask Kang to take her away and find her a hotel.

The woman went out and complained, “Ass, don’t take you like this, have a wife, even an old friend. I’m sorry.

I’m listening. It’s more like running at me.

A note was sent in silence.

And those who will leave, and will stare at him, and will not speak.

It’s not like I’m going to laugh at you, “You’re jealous. I’m sorry.

“Hmm, beautiful you.”

And he was not upset, and reached out his hand to get me up on his lap: “What do you want with a fool and a stranger?” I’m sorry.

“Oh, come on, man. I’ve been squeamish. Can’t you hear me? What can I do about it? I’ve always been so small.

“Well, she doesn’t know what’s wrong. She won’t come again. I’m sorry.

I’m used to scrambling. I’m sorry.

“How can I be in the mood for someone else, you little ancestor?” I’m sorry.

I never doubted him about my heart, but a man can be flattered.

It’s not just a little bit of a flirt.

“It was her who used to call you every day.” I’m sorry.

Previously, the home phone had been fixed every day, and it had been picked up, and it had been a short one or two sentence, as if it were a habit, and it had been in place for a long time.

I never asked who he was calling, and I never said anything about it.

Only one day, he said to those across the street: “Don’t call back again.” I’m sorry.

What was it that he asked? He looked at Me sitting on the couch, and said to those who were across the street: “My wife loathed to be noisy. I’m sorry.

The call broke in the back.

I guess it’s a woman. She’s a woman.

So, when I saw her, I was so sensitive.

It’s kind of hard to say, I’m so mean to be jealous of her and her phone calls every day of the years, it’s like it’s just a gesture between them.

Cheng sent a rumor and laughed, explaining, “She probably feared I would die, so I left her for an annual dinner, thanks to her kindness.” I’m sorry.

“And when he was idle, he sought to satisfy my curiosity, and rarely spoke of his youth.”

He and Lin had a little bit of fun, and a woman named Yening was among them.

Later, there was an incident in which the family arranged for Yening to study abroad in order to avoid the suspicion.

Since then, they have never seen it since, except for a daily call.

I was in his arms, listening to him just so simple, saying, “No, did you miss something? I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“If you say that Ip’s family is okay with her, why should I? I’m sorry.

“What do you think? “Think about us kids, growing up in our pants, I’m not such a monster, and I can still think about her.” I’m sorry.

“Really?”

“Never.” I’m sorry.

There’s no reason for me to continue.

And then he started to get restless, and he came in from his clothes, and he said, “Well, I have to examine it.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes. I’m sorry.

Yening seems to be less conscious than the voice of the process.

After the year, people moved a lot, Lin came home with her friends, and she appeared, and she was far ahead, and nobody could see her thoughts about the process.

Only after dinner, the men went to the room to play mahjong and the sound of the journey was pulled.

It was just me and Yening in the living room, and she said, “I’ve been wondering why you? I’m sorry.

I smiled politely in the manner of hospitality: “You know, why ask me? I’m sorry.

Yening Zing, don’t talk.

As a woman, how could I not have known that Yening had a heart for the way things went?

But she did not have the courage to stand up with him against the darkness, and she liked the radiant, glorious voice of the journey.

So, when the trip went down, she retreated.

So far, there will never be a place for her.

I missed the radiant voice of the journey, and met him in the darkness.

So what?

He’s still my best love.

All I want is him.

Ye Ning has been silent for a long time and has said nothing.

And We sent her to the door, and suddenly her heart moved.

Miss Ye. “Maybe you still have a chance.” I’m sorry.

For Yenin, my mood is a little complicated.

Not like it, but in the way she used to call day by day, she was very fond of it.

She has already missed one, and she will do her best if she has another chance.

“What do you mean? I’m sorry.

And I shrugged and laughed, “Nothing, just to say to you, and if I am gone, come and see him.” I’m sorry.

I was the first to send the guests without her asking. I’m sorry.

The men were scattered towards midnight, and I woke up half-sleeping when the sound went into the nest.

Feels like he’s leaning over, rubbing his face at my hair and whispering, “Good night.”

And I dipped into his arms, and softly cried, “Honey, I am cold. I’m sorry.

The next second, the whole person was in his arms.

And We do not bend our lips, and sleep in his arms.

I don’t know.

At the beginning of March, the President of the Republic had come out of the air and the people had fallen asleep.

I went to see him in the middle of the trip, and I used to reach out and hug him, and I realized that he was burning badly.

I’m not waiting for my heart to yell, but I’m going to say, “It’s no problem if you have a cold.” I’m sorry.

Sometimes, it’s worse than me.

“Slept with me, I’m sure I’m going to be very good.” I’m sorry.

I wanted to get mad, look into his blindfold, and suddenly my heart was soft:

“I’ll buy you some medicine. I’m sorry.

“No, let me hug.” I’m sorry.

It’s just that I’m stuck with him, and I’m hanging on to him, and it’s just weird today, and all of a sudden he’s so sticky and I’m kind of new.

“Wait for me, I’ll be right back. “I remember going to buy him medicine, and I didn’t let him do it, and I said, “I’ll hug you when I get back.” I’m sorry.

“I will wait for you.” I’m sorry.

I went out in a hurry and I ran down the street with my slippers.

The spring is still cold and the cold is in the skin.

We came out of the pharmacy in haste, without reason, and suddenly we were dazzled, and people fell down on the ground.

Before losing consciousness, there was a terrible thought:

I can’t go back to the air.

Despair has suffocated, suffocated and plunged into an infinite darkness.

Again, the smell of disinfectant water in my nose keeps me awake and sits up.

“Ooh, you’re finally awake. “The voice of a woman who is familiar and strange is crying in her ears.

I turned my head in a stiff, and the voice was a little bit clear in my eyes.

She doesn’t look like she was young and full of euphoria, and her cheeks were swollen, like she was a teenager.

“Where have you been for the last six years?” She jumped over me and cried, “I’ve been looking for you crazy.” I’m sorry.

I let her hold her and her head is blank.

Her tears wet my shoulder and wet my body.

The cooling spreads from the tip of my heart, and I’m as cold as an ice hole.

Miracles didn’t happen, and I left my love after this rare afternoon.

My heart was sore and I bended in pain.

The son of the voice was too busy to let go of me and asked, “Where does it hurt?” I’ll call a doctor right away. I’m sorry.

She turned around and ran outside the door, and I grabbed her and said, “The tears were the first to break the embankment.”

“What’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me. * When I cried, she cried more *

I cried, and it took me a long time to make a sound: “Can I use your phone to call me?” I’m sorry.

Maybe I spoke too politely, but she gave me her phone.

I remember the number on the search. It’s still the old number at home.

All these years have passed without a change of voice.

And I twitched and entered the number in my heart, the sound of electricity in my ear, and my heart was hanging.

Soon, someone answered the phone.

My tears are falling down: “The sound of the process.” I’m sorry.

“Madam, you’re right, you’re really coming back.” I’m sorry.

“King Nil?” I called his name out of my mind.

He cried at once: “Madam, it’s me. I’m sorry.

Where’s Sir?

Ginger’s old age and his voice is a bit old: “Mr. KANG died the following morning after receiving your call six years ago. I’m sorry.

He was finished crying, and there was only a depressing cry in the last microphone.

The phone fell, he seemed to say something, I didn’t hear it.

There’s something going on in the chest.

Six years ago, that was the first time I’d found a man to call him.

I didn’t say a good word, and he hung up.

It was the last time I could see him.

As far as I’m concerned, leaving him was only half a day, and he, from 1999 to 2022, was in the middle of 20 years.

How did he get here?

I think my heart is broken.

Days and days, the sun was shining out of the window, and my world collapsed and darkness fell.

The heart was sore that it couldn’t cry and only tears kept falling.

The voice doesn’t know what’s happening to me, dares not to disturb it, just to watch by the bed day and night.

And after a few days of tearing my heart apart, I was able to calm down.

It’s been a long time with Cheng’s voice and he’s got a little bit of a shadow on him.

In the dark, he heals himself and moves forward.

“Songko, I want to change clothes, flag robes. “I looked at the ceiling, mumbling, “I want to go home. I’m sorry.

I want to go home and see him.

The sonnets say yes.

Home this day, summer.

The rain was heavy, and the car stopped on the street.

The quiet tunnel that is in my memory has been multiplied many times, and it is vast and wide, and it is still green.

The three-storey ocean floor has eroded over the years, and the outer wall has been marked with a patch.

It has been standing here for a long time, silently seeing countless people’s sorrows come together.

I was here, too, with the love of my life, with the worst six years.

Now that I’m back, I can’t see it anymore.

And I stayed in front of the door for a long time, and the rain fell on the black umbrella, and the river shattered.

There’s a man walking through the door, and the year of Ginger’s is thin and his hair is much white.

His eyes will soon be red through the door and I look at him.

Turn your head down and open the door, and say, “Ma’am, you are the same as when you left.” I’m sorry.

He had red eyes, and I laughed, “Yes, but you are old.” I’m sorry.

The 15-year-old boy, with the sound of the process, matured and began to grow old.

It’s time to get old when I leave.

In that sense, there seems to be some consolation.

It’s still the old way in the courtyard.

Like a faithful guard standing in the wind and waiting to return to his master.

And I stood under the porch, and looked at it, and I laughed, and said, “Sit down there, I saw you, little one, shaking with frost, and felt nothing but pity.” I’m sorry.

KANG Ning-soon, listen.

“Now, you’re as old as this house. I’m sorry.

“Only you are still young.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t have the guts to go in when I got to the door.

And he looked in silence at the interwoven rain, and asked for a long time, whispering, “Is he still alone?” I’m sorry.

The answers in the heart have a clear outline, but it is not enough.

Ginger looked up, looked at me and looked down: “Madam, sir has been waiting for you. I’m sorry.

The sourness of my heart is about to burst, and I laugh: “Miss Ip is in vain.” I’m sorry.

It’s hard to laugh.

Man, that’s the paradox.

Looking forward to him after me, there will be a righteous man who will know the warmth.

And he’s looking forward to it. He’s mine.

It seems that either outcome is so painful.

He opened his mouth a few times, and he realized that he was crying, and he kept his mouth shut.

Kang-Yun is very understanding and knows what I want to know.

“Sir has worked well all these years, and he has arranged for the rest of his life long ago, and that last night, he kept himself in his study and left in peace. I’m sorry.

I looked down at the umbrella with the water dripping: “Will he wait for me?” I’m sorry.

Six more years and we’ll meet.

But he, wait.

Tired.

“Sir,” he said, “He’s old and you don’t know him. I’m sorry.

I stopped talking.

“Madam, go inside, sir, leave something for you in the study. I’m sorry.

Ginger moved a wooden box off the shelf, full of gold jewelry.

All those years of narrations have been gushing gold, melting a piece of gold and remaking it.

I’m obsessed with buying a house, not interested in gold, and I don’t know what he did.

Now, look at it, there are dozens of bracelets in his ear, and every one of them is fine, and every one of them has a small inscription, and my name and the years he’s made.

If it had been before, I’d have laughed at him.

Now look, only the eyes are sore.

He said, ‘Sir valued these things, and he said to me, ‘You have no family. These are the dowry he made for you.’ I’m sorry.

“Imbecile.” * Smiling at him and crying. *

In those years, I didn’t even talk about the wedding. I didn’t want to send it, and we had no family.

He did steal me a dowry so thick.

“I went to contact the lawyer, and the gentleman left you all his inheritance, and he said that you had it all in your possession. I’m sorry.

I looked at the envelope in the box, and I didn’t say anything.

It says four words: “My wife, after all.”

The envelope was damp with tears.

Ginger boo-hoo, out.

The rain hit the window, the noise was loud, and I sat there for a long time and dared to open the letter.

The letters are long and short, and they are read in small ways.

My wife, I see the letter.

I was glad to hear from you last night, and I choked without saying anything.

I’ve been trying to tell you a few times that I’ve missed you, and my lips and teeth.

And the last of the ears of this time did not meet with me, and if I say so suddenly, it will be light.

It’s okay, I know, you’ll be back to me in 1993.

We’ll have six years, short love, long memories.

When you get back from 1999, there’s no one left.

Don’t be sad, don’t think.

I was supposed to leave in 1993, and you came, and my wasteful life grew to the sun.

To date, this has been a success.

I’m just a little sorry I couldn’t see you again today, 20 years later.

I wanted to hold your hand and tell you about your days after you left.

You didn’t come back in the spring of 1999 and you couldn’t hold me again.

I’ve been looking for you for a long time and I’ve finally believed that you’re really back in your future world.

At first, the heart was cut like a knife, slowly quiet, and a long and long journey was taken by one.

When spring comes and winter comes, the seedlings that you planted in the courtyard grow into trees, and in the closets you wear, I wash and hang.

I promised to stay with you forever.

I didn’t break my promise.

And We have covered thee from the moment thou departedest, and We have not forgotten thee, day and day.

Remember what you said. One day we’ll see each other again.

But I think it’s fine if I don’t.

And some time ago I went to hear a play, and it was sung with a dazzling voice: “I was not born, I was old, I was born, I was not born, I was born, I was born, I was born, and I hated it, and the day and the day were better.”

I think I’ve had some of these.

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it.

And now I am old, and your age is perfect, and the past cannot last, and it adds to the trouble.

I’m more upset to make you cry.

I’ve kept my promise for the rest of my life.

There is no other hope but a last wish.

May I cherish my lifeless wife, as I have done, for a lifetime.

Don’t lie to me again. We’ll spend our lives together.

I’m going.

The years and years to come, the road ahead is rough, and without me, you’re precious.

In the next life, please come back to me early.

We’ll see you in the next life.

Then We pressed his letter after noon, and his cry was not in the storm.

“You son of a bitch. I’m sorry.

And he believed not in me; and as he was old, I held his hand, and embraced him, and followed him to his last journey.

But how mean he won’t even see me on the last side.

Just leave me alone.

And made me promise to keep this empty house for the rest of my life.

He wants it well.

After a long time, I suddenly realized that I had become a ghost in this house, like the sound of the journey.

A man wakes up in an empty house and walks around in the middle of the night, looking for something and waiting for something.

One night, I couldn’t help crying.

“Look, I’ve finally become another person.” I’m sorry.

It’s too long to see the end.

It must have been so sad.

You can’t beat that.

Self-deception.

It’s all about love.

Wrote every day and night, heart breaks over again.

I think it might be nice to die just like that. He can’t blame him.

The hospital called and pulled me into the sun.

But in March, the sound on the bed was dying.

There was a half-sized child lying next to her, the pink one, in sharp contrast to her mother’s pale face.

The doctor groaned: “Don’t die, you have to have the baby.” I’m sorry.

After all, everyone’s gone, and the voice is lying there all alone, trying to laugh at me.

My tears are dry, I can’t cry, I hold her hand and I bite my lips.

“Don’t be sad. She’s relieved, “A man dies, I’ll go first. I’m sorry.

“I’ve been looking for you for years, and I haven’t dared to move. It’s so good to have you back.”

“I didn’t think I’d wait for you to die. I’m sorry.

She smiled and her tears slipped into her eyes.

I look at her, I laugh, and my eyes hurt.

“Why don’t you tell me I have money and we can cure it. I’m sorry.

Looks like bad luck hit me all the time. I can’t keep anybody.

“No cure. I’m sorry.

She suddenly held my hand and said, “I beg you to do one thing and take the child away, and she will be with you.” I’m sorry.

I look at the powder, and it’s easy to remember the unborn child, and I can’t breathe.

I don’t know where she came from, and I got a pain in my back.

“She has no father. She’s your daughter. Give her a name and take her away. I’m sorry.

The sound looks so big that Ben’s skinny face is even worse at this point.

“Good. I nodded my head.

Her hands were all out of strength and her eyes were folded to the bed.

At the end of the day, she couldn’t talk.

The little guy in the arms squeaked and screamed, and I stood up on the side of the road looking at the sky, and the sun stinged.

In this world, there is a God.

Cheng sent the sound, you got it.

I’ll be fine, old and happy.

I’m a bad foster mother, and even a name for a child is sent out with a sense of satisfaction.

It’s a good thing this kid’s fighting and not messing with me.

I woke up in the middle of the night, and I saw Kang Nil singing a fairy tale with his little ones.

I can’t help but remember that, long before, many nights, I slept with Cheng’s song.

He has never rejected such a childish thing.

Yes, I’m as fond of love as he is.

No matter how long it takes to remember, it’s hot.

I think for more than 20 years without me he’s like I am now.

Love longs to support us through old age alone.

Years have passed, grown up, and Ginger’s gone.

The wonderful journey back to the ’90s, when all those people had left the world.

It’s just me.

And as We had hoped for, old and dry branches and white hair.

In the spring of this year, every successful little girl will be on the ground.

Her little mouth was always idle, and there were too many questions to ask.

Hey, shit.

One day I remembered the old story and turned out a tape.

It’s a collection with the sound of the process, which records the video of Lin’s marriage.

I sometimes flipped out and forgot to lock the door to the study today, and she came in with her calves.

A pair of big, flashy eyes staring at the screen, little hands pointing at a couple of men and women on the tape:

Grandma, who are they?

My eyes aren’t so good anymore. They’re a little sharper.

The tape was restored and pixels are still poor.

On the screen, young girls hang around the eyes of a clear-sighted man, two of whom talk in their private room when no one bites their ears.

I can still remember what I and Cheng said.

I don’t know. There are words, but they’re not.

I laughed with my eyes: “That’s me.” I’m sorry.

“What about him?” Her little hand pointed to the way.

And what shall I say to her? I looked out the window, and he smiled, and said, “He is the one whose grandmother has read all her life.” I’m sorry.

She understood and was clearly incomprehensible.

That’s a nice gesture.

In the spring, the warm sun went into the study, and there was a video on the television screen, and I was lying in a rocking chair, shaking, and it seemed like I was back on that day, dancing with him.

I turned around to marry him, he held me tight, noded my head.

The girl jumped down the stairs and came to me.

She was sitting next to me and whispered several times.

I’m a mess, no answer.

It seems to hear her crying, the child, always being filial.

“Are you leaving? I’m sorry.

And suddenly I said something, and whispered: I shall go to him, lest later I may not remember him. I’m sorry.

Wept in full: “Tough for you for 30 years. I’m sorry.

“Happy…” I called her by her name, tears wet her eyes.

Happy, yeah, everybody happy.

I’m the only one who’s got nothing left.

It’s all right. After that, I found him, forever.

And ears close to my lips: Say: I’m sorry.

I remember saying that when I made the will.

But I tried to tell her again, “Remember that I was buried with him. I’m sorry.

I’m his wife, right.

We’ll meet at the right age in the next life, from young to white.

Well, I’ll see you in the next life.

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Keep your eyes on the road.