Around 07, my brother-in-law opened a black net bar.
Internet cafes are sitting in a narrow alley, and those who come to the cafes are usually primary and middle school students.
My parents used to take me out of the country, and my grandmother was the only one at home, so I went to my uncle’s for the summer, did some chores, went online.
In that year, most of the kids at the Internet cafe played a fantasy West Swim, running a car and a magic field.
At that time, the Chinese Internet game was a big, big, easy, perfect world, and so on, with its own representation. I played all the Internet cafes because of its advantages.
My uncle was a big fan, too. He was obsessed. Tiger machine, playing pool, often playing in the pool room around the corner, sometimes not home at night, and the golden sun in the street, KTV singing until dawn, gave me a big shop, about 30 computers, so I could watch the shop for him.
One night it rained and he didn’t come back after 11 o’clock, and there was a black street light, and I felt a little cold and I wanted to close early.
There’s two or three other people on the Internet who know each other and ask them all night long, and I don’t care.
I pulled down the roller door with a hook, and halfway through it, someone came in from the rain and stopped me.
I can’t see his face, but I don’t feel too old to be like me. He rubbed a piece of water on his face and said to me, “Can I get online here, little boss?” I’m sorry.
That sound surprised me because it was a girl whose hair was too short and because the rain stuck his hair together and I didn’t notice her sex.
And We returned to her: “Word the night, count the night, forget the hour. I’m sorry.
Because it’s a black net, my brother-in-law’s own computer, there’s no Internet cafe system, we’re all on the Internet, and I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night and call people off, so I don’t count.
She took a coin out of her pocket and put it in my hand and asked me, “Is that enough? I’m sorry.
I counted, and there were five.
I think five bucks he’ll only be on for two hours, and I’ll have to get up and let him go.
“Ten bucks for the night, but forget it, you get on the plane. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, little boss. That’s what the girl said.
When she walked into the house, she dragged a watermark out of the floor, and I thought it would wet the couch, and my uncle knew it would kill me, and I didn’t know what was going on, and I suddenly called her.
“Why don’t you change your clothes and you wet our couch like this? I’m sorry.
And when she heard me, she was a little confused, and said, “I did not bring my clothes, nor can I change them.” I’m sorry.
“I’ll get you some for mine, and you’ll change in the back. “When I say that, I have some blush.
“How about this?”
“No problem, you come with me. I’m sorry.
There’s a front desk in front of the Internet cafe, there’s an ice cabinet, we’ll make some cold drinks in the summer, and there’s a hallway, and there’s a computer slot, and my uncle marked the machine with numbers 1-30 on the board with a marker pen.
Through the aisle, go to the left and turn. It’s a bathroom for the guests.
Following the aisle is where I live with my uncle. There’s a door that’s in the back.
Men’s living quarters are simple: an empty room, a bed, a simple floor, a refrigerator, a bathroom, a washing machine, a TV.
Of course, if you go through the back door and you’re hiding a stove, it’s not working, it’s almost useless.
And We carried her all the way, and opened the door behind her, and we took off our shoes and stepped on his uncle’s floor, and I took out a few clothes from the closet, and said to her, “Look which one you will wear, choose by yourself, and come out again.” I’m sorry.
I went out and locked the door carefully, probably because I was a child and I was sensitive to it, and I knew that she needed a safe environment to change.
When she changed her clothes, she said hi and went online.
I took a little look at her, and she was playing Dream West, and I gave all my pocket money to a game called QQQ fantasies, so Dream West stopped playing 10 and couldn’t play with her.
I opened a machine next to her, ran around, felt sleepy, and went to bed. It’s like she’s working on a baby or something before she’s gone.
When I woke up the next morning, the overnight friends were asleep, usually at 22:00-6:00, but my uncle told me that some people didn’t come to Internet cafes because they wanted to find a place to sleep, and we didn’t want to disturb others’ sleep so easily, so we would normally go with him in the morning to sleep in Internet cafes, which I’ve always kept.
But she’s gone. If her clothes weren’t on her uncle’s stool, I might think I saw a ghost last night.
I talked to my uncle about this, and he objectively acknowledged my “herocity” but subjectively told me to be careful, because there are many people around here who have dirty hands and feet and have no idea where they’re coming from, and the children have a lot of children of poor quality, and I need to be careful.
I can’t believe you’re the only one who lets me run the store.
It was about 10 more days, and I was impressed by the fact that the C.F. had just opened up and the Internet cafe was full.
A lot of kids leave early every day, and they’re playing.
The C.F. was really hot, and I couldn’t get the machine, and I had to stand and watch other people play every day, and 30 machines in the Internet cafe were not enough, and almost every machine was standing three to five children.
One afternoon, I was watching the rest of the world jump, and that familiar voice was ringing in my ear: “Do you have a machine? I want to open one. I’m sorry.
I looked back, not who she was, and her hair seemed to be long, round, and her eyes were round, big and cute. The first time I saw her clearly in the daytime, I didn’t react.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. “The little fellow next to me makes fun of me.
I didn’t dare to answer her, and said, “I have to look at the book. I’m sorry.
There’s someone on this plane who’s about to get off the plane, but the little partner should be paying for it, and I went to the little partner and I said, “Da Long, there’s five minutes before you get off the plane. Send you back an hour. I’m sorry.
An hour worth two dollars, before the profit, the dragon surrendered.
Then I told the girl, “Look, there’s a machine. I’m sorry.
I can’t say that I’m not a pain in the ass, but I made people laugh for a while, when I was young, and I thought I could pretend to be B, and show off, so my face was thicker.
The girl smiled and said, “Thank you, boss, this is for you! I’m sorry.
She handed me a bag of chips and what was in the plastic bag. I said thank you and put them in the counter. When she turned on, I sat on the sofa on the counter and opened the bag and found out that, apart from Peek, it was my dress and that there was a little toy bear doll who didn’t know if she had it on purpose or heartless.
I walked behind her and found her skilledly opening the CF, but unlike us, she did not open the seaport to survive, but opened another map and opened the pistol pattern.
The so-called pistol model, whereby everyone can only use a pistol and dagger and not a machine gun, is a very technical model that is quite exciting.
For some time, because of her influence, I was particularly obsessed with the pistol model, and there was always an unknown pleasure to blow my head with a pistol.
She bought a silver pistol from the mall. It was so cool.
When I saw her, somehow half-blooded, she walked through the alley and met a blood-filled enemy across the street. She jumped right and left, and the pistol was light, and she shot the other side directly, and then hit the other side in the corner, and she was stabbed, and she was replaced with a dagger, and the other side ‘ s head was hit with a knife.
To be honest, I didn’t know much about crossing the line, but I just felt like a cow, and I couldn’t tell.
Two hours later, she consciously stepped off the line and I put her clothes in a bag while she was playing.
And before we left, We said to her, “Eat a cold drink.” I’m sorry.
She smiled, and said, “Oh, you said, I don’t have any money! I’m sorry.
“That must be. When will you come online next time and give you an hour? I’m sorry.
Next time, maybe next week. I have time next week! I’m sorry.
We talked about something. I gave her some coconuts, oranges, walnuts. She had a cold drink and said good-bye.
That night I didn’t sleep well, junior high was the first age of love, and I didn’t know what to think of her, the way she played the game, and the smile when she talked to me, which I couldn’t forget.
I think, next time, I have to get to her QQ.
Time passed and my summer vacation was getting shorter, and I looked at the end of August and I never saw that girl again.
You don’t think about each other in life, you think about each other. As a teenager, I didn’t think I’d feel so hot when I was young, and I wanted to see her again.
I’ve asked a lot of little people, and they say they don’t know her, like she’s from the wind and she’s gone from the wind.
At the end of August, there was a local typhoon, and his uncle left early that day, and he called me about noon to close the shop, and the typhoon crossed the border and he will be back as soon as possible.
By the afternoon, he told me that the bridge had been broken by a typhoon, that he could not return, and that he had to wait for it to come by boat.
I just knew he went to the other side of the city and probably went looking for his old friend.
It’s a good thing there’s nothing missing, noodles, cold drinks, enough for a week.
I closed the door and took my headphones and started the game trip.
When the typhoon didn’t officially arrive at around 2:00, I suddenly heard the door of the roller, and it didn’t seem like the wind blew the door, so I took off the headphones and I was afraid that my uncle was back.
In the moment when I pulled the roll, I saw her as wet as I had seen her the first time, but this time, with her long hair falling down, it was bleaker, and she had a blood stain on her right face, and I had no idea what had happened, but I asked with concern.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
I said this as if I had opened her heart, left her in a state of complete defence, and she jumped over me and held me, and started crying.
It was the first time I held a girl, and I never thought she was so soft and cold, but I didn’t hold her for five seconds and I felt very hot.
She kept crying, and I didn’t know how to comfort myself, and I suddenly wanted to grow up and become an adult able to protect her.
The typhoon is about to come, and I can hear the exaggerating sound of the storm outside, and I can’t think too much, and I rushed to the door and took her to the room.
And her mood a little eased, and I said to her, “Go take a bath and have no cold.” I’m sorry.
She whispered, “Well,” and didn’t look up at me, and I went to the closet and found her two more clothes, and she gave me back the white one and said, “Can I have a dark one?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t understand the meaning behind that, thinking she didn’t like white T, and she found a blue T, and she took it into the bathroom.
I’m actually a little worried about my uncle’s early return, but I’m more worried about her, especially the blood marks on her face, and I can’t help but think about a lot of things.
After a little while, she washed out, her hair fell down, which was different from the previous one, and looked more elegant, and she deliberately pulled her hair aside and tried to cover the blood on her face.
She asked me, “Is there soap here?” I’m sorry.
Laundry? My grandmother used this, but my uncle only used laundry powder.
“If you want to wash, just throw it in the washing machine. I’m sorry.
After I said it was wrong, she asked me not to do laundry, but to wash underwear.
“Why don’t you use the laundry powder first? I’m laughing.
“Well, that’s all. She’s whispering.
She went back to the bathroom, and I knew she was in there washing clothes, and I came out of the room and went to the lobby.
When she washes her clothes and blows her hair, my gamers are about to go up to level one.
She came to me and she said thank you. I said it’s okay, but why don’t you stay home?
She didn’t answer. I said it was bad. Why come here if I can stay home?
I tried to ease the embarrassment, and I changed the subject: “Where have you been? I can’t reach you. I’m sorry.
She thought, “I’m not going anywhere, I’m not coming to you.” I’m sorry.
Well, that’s nothing to say.
I see the time has passed four o’clock and ask her, “Are you hungry? I’m sorry.
“Well… a little bit. I’m sorry.
“Well, wait. I’ll get you some noodles. If you’re bored, you can start your own machine.
I made two bowls of noodles in the back, got two Cokes and got them on a tray.
Let’s go! Your beef noodles have arrived, and this 82-year-old Coke is being given free today. I’m sorry.
Listen to me. It’s rare for her to smile.
“You did a good job on that side of the game,” she laughed.
I put my face on the table, I looked at the screen, man. She ran first! Still, fuck, it’s the first race!
My car sucks, and I’ve got a lot of big guys in the races, and I’ve barely been first.
“You’re too good to be first in the race. I’m sorry.
“Hey, how about if you want to learn, if you want to learn, I’ll teach you. I’m sorry.
“I’m not interested! Eat your noodles first! I’m sorry.
We’ve had noodles, we’ve been drinking coke, and Barbara’s starting to eat.
It’s a normal thing to eat noodles with her, but it’s as if it’s special, and we look at each other at one bite, as if it’s faster than anyone else, and it’s pulled out of our mouths, the elders.
“Does this look and see?” I asked.
“What’s lost? I’m sorry.
I snuck my face into my mouth and I said, “Are you tired of eating noodles like this?” I’m sorry.
“You’re the same, aren’t you, childish?
We took a look at each other, and then both of us were having a bad time, and I felt so much better seeing her at last.
After we’re done, we sit on the couch and we don’t move.
“You’re going to pour noodles? I asked her.
“Don’t want to move, or you can pour it. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to move either. I’m sorry.
“That? I’m sorry.
We’ll say it together.
And then we laughed again.
That afternoon, she taught me how to run the Kadin, what to do, drag, and quickly refuel the Barabala.
Autumn’s two prettiest cubs, washed blood and ran the telecommunications sector. She was first, and I didn’t finish the game.
The night fell quickly, and the sound of the storm was still shocking.
At seven o’clock, we ate something and then went online, and there was really nothing for two Internet addicts to do but go online.
About 10 o’clock, and I’m finally a little sleepy, and she’s so tired that we’re going to sleep.
She did not bring her laundry items and fortunately her uncle had some stock that she had brought for her.
After washing, an important subject is before us. How do two people sleep at night?
There’s only one bed in my uncle’s room. I usually sleep on this side of the bed. He sleeps on that side.
Boys’ beds always smell a little, and it’s a very painful thing for someone who knows them.
We stood on the bedside and she asked me, “Where do I sleep at night?” I’m sorry.
And We said: Sleep on the bed, and I will lay it down. I’m sorry.
She sat on the couch, and left with her face smug: “No, your bed stinks, and I sleep on the ground.” I’m sorry.
All right, I remember Grandma telling me that being too modest is just an act, and I’ll sleep on the bed.
My uncle had a cold table and an extra blanket, and I put a blanket on it.
We said good night to each other, and then the lights went out.
The house was dark, and I was lying in my bed listening to the sound of the wind and the rain, but I was a little upset.
I wanted to see her again before, but in this case, she was less than two metres away, but I felt like I didn’t know her at all.
In the dark I asked her, “Hey, I don’t know your name yet. I’m sorry.
She didn’t answer. I thought she was asleep.
“The leaves of the forest, the trees, the leaves. She answered me softly.
I’m using that name.
“My name is Fong Hai, the side of the Quartet, the sea of the sea. “I reply.
“Well…” Her voice is even lower.
After a long time, we fell asleep.
And in the middle of the night, I awakened, as though I had made a bad dream.
The wind and rain were still on, and in the middle of it I heard someone sobbing, and I raised my ears and found it to be her voice.
I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t sleep anymore, trying to sleep.
I asked her, “You’re all right, leaf? I’m sorry.
And the cry was low, because my question was suspended, and suddenly it became loud, and then I heard the heart-throwing cry.
I am not an idiot, but I have no idea how to comfort a crying girl, and to be honest, I have not learned that skill yet.
Her cry didn’t stop and I was a little sour.
I rose out of bed, slowly drilled into her bed, gently hugged her from behind her.
With my hands on her belly, I dare not over-strung, I dare not have any extra movement, and with her crying I can feel her muscles shaking.
“Don’t be sad. It’ll pass. “I’m clumsy about the lines I learned in the movies.
She did not seem to be ostracized, turning her head into my arms, scratching my clothes with her hand, and crying more loud, and I clearly felt a piece of the chest wet.
I gently hit her back with my left hand, trying to give her some consolation.
After a long time, there was finally less wind and rain outside, and she seemed to be crying, or less sad, and stopped crying.
The leaves seemed to have realized that in my arms she had come out of her arms, looked at me with her head on her head, and I could see her tears through the pale lights outside the house.
“I’m sorry to wet your clothes. She said:
“All right, I got a lot of clothes. I’m sorry.
“But it’s true that you’re snot and tears and you disgust me.”
I’ve had a bit of a bad joke. She squeezed her fist, she tried to hit me, and I grabbed her wrist, and I said, “How do you hit me when you’re done?” I’m sorry.
She hit me in the chest with the other hand and said, “What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
I tried to grab her other hand, and she began to resist, and then two people fought together and ended up playing exhausted.
We lay still on the covers, and I asked her very carefully: “What’s going on? Leave, tell me. I’m sorry.
“I don’t have a home anymore. * She said something cold back to me. *
“What do you mean, your parents? I’m sorry.
“My mom and dad divorced last week. I’m sorry.
She seemed to have been struck by tears and her tone was a little sad.
“It’s just a divorce, I told you. I told my parents to get a divorce. Their divorce doesn’t affect their relationship with you.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m like everyone else. Nobody cares. I’m sorry.
I haven’t said anything yet, and she goes on to say, “I have three younger brothers, and my parents love them, and they fight for their custody when they get divorced, and I’m the only one, like an orphan, who won’t claim it, who’s left behind. What would you think if you were in this situation?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know how to answer that. I’m an only child, and my parents are not around, but they’re all very fond of me, so I can’t feel the state I’m talking about.
“The court sentenced me to my father. Do you know why my mother divorced him? He didn’t hit me with this scar, but when that bitch hit me, my dad stood by her. I’m sorry.
That’s when I knew there was a story about that blood.
Linha told me a lot of things about her, and I was very volatile, and I couldn’t understand her life, and I had never seen anyone like her, and I tried to find our emotional resonance to pick her up, and I ended up in silence.
“Sorry. “I suddenly said,
“What are you sorry for? You’ve heard so much, it’s good. I’m sorry.
“I want to say, I’m sorry, I can’t understand you. I’m honest with you.
“It’s all right, after all I’ve been through, it’s normal for you not to feel it. I’m sorry.
“I’d like to have a chance to feel that like you. I buried it in my heart and didn’t say it.
“So you’re going home?” I asked her.
And she turned her head down: “The home is always returned, though it is not my home.” I’m sorry.
“No, don’t go back. * I suddenly got the courage to say this *
“What, I can stay with you forever? She smiled and asked me.
“Yeah, why not? I’ll talk to my uncle. He’ll do it! You can go online every day! I’m sorry.
Now that you’re thinking about yourself, you think you’re cute, but in that case, that firm conviction is something you don’t have anymore.
She seems really moved by me, “Really…can I? I’m sorry.
And I took a pat of my chest: “Trust me, it will work. I will tell my uncle when he returns.” I’m sorry.
“So, it’s a deal?”
“You must. Promise!”
In the dark, we pick fingers and think that such a contract will not change for a hundred years, but it is not.
When I woke up the next day, the storm stopped and I turned my head and she was still sleeping next to me. From my point of view, I can clearly see the scars on her face and the long lashes that I can’t help but touch with my hand and wake her up.
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing. I just thought you looked good. I’m sorry.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! I’m sorry.
“Yeah, you look good.” I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost eight o’clock. I’ll get you some. I’m sorry.
She thought to her head: “Well, the little boss did it yesterday, and she decided to buy you breakfast in the morning.” Whatever you want to eat, you can have it! I’m sorry.
“Thank you very much.”
Of course!
We got up and cleaned up for another moment, and I pulled the curtains, and the rain stopped, but the sky was still gray, and there was supposed to be precipitation today.
“There’s money in the drawer. Take it yourself. “I brushed my teeth and told her that she “Oh” had left in a hurry, and then the sound of a roller door being pulled up.
After the wash, I called my uncle and asked him when he was coming back, and he told me in the middle that he was still not coming back today until tomorrow.
I’ve seen a half of the rolls pulled by Lynette and decided not to open today.
“What are you doing here? Can you cook?”
“Of course I’m a genius. I see you have gas stoves behind your house and you’ll have a big lunch! I’m sorry.
“I can’t believe you cook. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I’ve got plenty of them. I’m sorry.
“That’s good. You’ll live with us. You can eat your food every day! I’m sorry.
I said, but she didn’t reply, but she said, “Eat, eat, and breakfast won’t shut you up.” I’m sorry.
We ate some breakfast in a mess, and Lime suggested, “The Internet is always boring, let’s watch the movie today.” I’m sorry.
I thought that was a good idea, so I moved the sofa and made a sit-in, and put some melons, drinks, cold drinks and so on.
But soon we found a BUG, an Internet cafe and a movie. The headphones at the Internet cafe are headphones too. They can’t be shared!
She pulls out a black headphone like a trick, and it’s supposed to be on MP3 or a cell phone, and we’re all one and we start watching movies.
We remember watching Jackie’s action film, and Zhang Guoyong’s movie, with limited headphones, and we weren’t comfortable lying on the couch, and the last two people had to stand against me and I was next to you.
The long morning passed in three films.
She really cooks at noon, and she’s got tomatoes, eggs, pepper, soybean, and whatever soup I remember, it’s all very common, but it tastes good.
In the afternoon, she taught me how to play the C.F., taught me how to throw a sniper, push a gun, light a shot; she shared her Dream West account; we went to Autumn Hill again, and I finally made some progress.
I asked her, curiously, where those skills were learned, and she said it was her secret.
By the way, I’m gonna get her QQQ number.
It was still raining, and we spent a day in an Internet cafe watching movies, playing games, talking about something, all summer, it was the happiest day I had.
Five years ahead, five years later, I can’t find that easy time.
At night, we slept together on the floor.
I didn’t know anything about men and women at the time, but I thought about each other very pure.
In the dark, we said a lot about her family, about me, about friends, about the future, about life.
I don’t have any friends since I was a kid, I don’t like to deal with others, but I talk to her late at night.
While talking about the sky, I quietly moved my hand to her hand, and then gently held her hand.
That was the first time I touched a girl’s hand.
It’s just a little soft and smooth.
She didn’t refuse, and she held me back.
That’s what we did. We slept the next day.
I was woken up by my uncle when I woke up and she wasn’t in the room.
I asked my uncle, “Did you see a girl? I’m sorry.
My uncle knocked on my head: “What do you think in the middle of the day? I’m sorry.
It was only then that I realized that she seemed to have left, that I had to get up, that the clothes in the bathroom had been taken away, that the garbage on the computer table had been cleaned, that I had placed her clothes in the chair, that I had moved the sofa, and that I was lying down.
She did exist, but now she’s gone.
The first two years I went to see my uncle, who was still single, and I asked him if he remembers when I brought a girl back from junior high school and he said he had an impression because he saw long hair on the floor in the bathroom and traces of the gas stove being used.
I told him about the leaves and asked him if he would have left them if he had had a chance.
He said, “How can your uncle be left behind when his father and his mother were nothing?” You’re 20 years old. Why are you still like a child? I’m sorry.
Let’s see, it is.
My summer vacation ended right after Lin Ye left and I went home.
I tried to contact her through QQ, but she never replied to me.
I gave her to my bear to keep it in the bag, and when it’s all right, it’s the only thing in the world that can prove that the leaves did exist.
When I returned to school, and because of the stress of my studies and the company of my friends, I put that temporary memory aside and put myself in the middle of the examination.
Just every once in a while, I’ll send a message to that QQ, of course, and never get back.
After the baccalaureate, I went back to my uncle’s, and his Internet cafe was closed, and he was reported, and a few cigarettes were sent to sort things out.
The front shop was given to others and the uncle only lived in the back house and returned to work.
My parents gave him some money to call me back and I was hoping I could take some high school classes early. He asked me what I wanted to do and I asked him to write.
After school, every afternoon at 2:30, I’d go to the youth center on a big sun, on a bicycle. That’s a very interesting writing class, with less than 10 people in the whole class, but a good writing atmosphere.
I was a little close-sighted, but I didn’t like to wear glasses, and I felt like I felt like I had a different kind of beauty in the world.
The writing teacher is very nice and often encourages us to do whatever we want and to write whatever we want, and I usually sleep in the first class and start writing in the second.
It is estimated that this is a random exercise that has been praised many times by teachers.
The day was a very special one, and the teacher was named after a long time.
I suddenly heard the familiar word “leave of the woods,” which, after all, gave me a great impression. I was sober, I wore glasses, and I looked at the girl named “leave of the woods.”
She was about three hours away from my desk, and from my perspective, she had a bit of an ellipsis on her side, and the long eyelashes were so striking that she felt my eyes, and she looked at me.
Just for a second, I can make sure she’s the leaf.
That’s when the teacher called my name.
Fong Hai? I’m sorry.
I’m feeling it again.
Here.
I’m here, but you.
Before I had any other reaction, she turned back and she had no other expression on her face, as if she knew me.
If you say there are two people in the world who look exactly the same, and the same name, and this happens to me, I certainly don’t believe it, but then I can’t believe it.
I met her once a week for the whole summer, but I never asked her if it was the leaves.
If you don’t remember you, it’s a shame to ask again.
I went back to the dusty QQ and left a message asking her if she was taking a tutorial here and still in the ocean.
I’ve found a lot of explanations for myself. She may have a reason. Maybe she’s not the same person. Maybe she lost her memory.
The tutorial is nearing its end because the teacher regularly praises me and many of the students in the class know me.
The rest of the last session of the class suddenly came to my colleague’s table and asked if I could show them my text, and they wanted to read my work, and I had no reason to say no, and she was given a few nice ones.
I buried my head in my arms and watched her secretly with the same table to talk about my writing, and she smiled as if she had not changed, but she looked at me as if I were a fellow student.
When the bells were ringing, we finally finished the semester of the essays, and I gave my last essay to the teacher, and I packed the bags and was leaving.
When I looked up, I saw her.
I was a little nervous. The last time I looked at her like that, it was a long time ago.
And yet she did not wait for me to speak, and she put my pages on the table, laughing at me and saying, “Thank you for your writing, and it was very productive to read it. I’m sorry.
At that moment, I suddenly found myself in a situation where I was convinced that she was the Leaf, but she still pretended not to know me, and I had many things to say to her, but she did not give me the opportunity to call her from her desk, and she left in a hurry.
Coming in haste, leaving like the wind.
I’m going to get the paper in the bag, and I feel something in the middle of the paper, and I turn it around, and it’s a new bear doll, and the one I keep, is a series.
I couldn’t help it any longer, lying on the table and crying out.
Since then, I have never seen her again.
I remember that night I asked her in the dark.
“What do you want to do when you grow up?” I’m sorry.
It took her a long time to tell me, “I want to be a good person for society!” I’m sorry.
“It’s not too far away. I’m sorry.
“What about you, Fong Hai? What do you want to do when you grow up? I’m sorry.
“Becoming a writer, of course! I’m sorry.
She looked at me in silence and saw that I had a guilty heart.
“What are you looking at? Can’t you be a writer? I’m sorry.
“Yes, I’ll read your book! #Phone #egypt
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
