I sold my mother’s sausages on the side of the road, paid for a scooter with a hat on it, and made a payment for the swab phone.
I smiled and noded my head, and I suddenly looked and fell on his white wristbone.
There’s a little black tattoo.
I’m a little blinded, I recognize it. It’s this dog.
“Go, go to the old place.” I’m sorry.
Chen’s not as good as I thought, took two steps towards me, bended over and looked up at me. Sakaki, he recognized it. He smiled and his eyes bent into peach petals.
Mr. Tang?
“…”
I pretended I didn’t see this guy.
Chen didn’t want to leave until he saw me. I’m sorry.
We held up the pliers and pointed them at him: “Go away. I’m sorry.
“Boss, you can’t do this.” I’m sorry.
And We looked at him in peace: “Go on.” I’m sorry.
Smells like Chen did.
He bites in his mouth, he’s got one face, he’s a drummer. Then he took my plier, looked me in the eye, was arrogant and carried with him a few provocations.
“If business is too good, don’t be jealous. I’m sorry.
I have no expression: “It would be a shame for the country if you didn’t want to give them your face for a bulletproof vest. I’m sorry.
“No? “It’s not easy for me to laugh when I turn my bowels.” I’m sorry.
In a few minutes, a few girls came this way, staring at Chen, “Boss, how much is this? I’m sorry.
And the thief, Chen, looked at me, and answered, “A piece.” I’m sorry.
And We went out and said, “Two, two.” I’m sorry.
When the girl listened and smiled at the texture, she said, “I’ll take five. I’m sorry.
That look on her face, I didn’t know she was buying a tattoo.
Chen’s nodding, and it’s a good time to be caught up, and then I’m like, “Here’s the business, don’t you pick up the money? I’m sorry.
“…”
I reached out.
The streets are the hottest in the night, and I’ve had the most powerful seats in advance thanks to my mother’s skill. The darker it gets, the more people play.
I couldn’t have been more busy if it wasn’t for Chen.
Well, I wouldn’t be so busy without him.
We have a very different conversation:
“Look for money. I’m sorry.
“Sign me. I’m sorry.
“Huh, five. I’m sorry.
I’m starting to find out something’s wrong, and the situation is getting harder and harder to control.
“Why am I here when I buy people with one hand? I still can’t stand to ask questions.
Chen was crouched on the back steps, with a collar fan, and the collarbone was exposed for a while.
Listening to me, he looked at me and said, “Did you count?” I’m sorry.
When I didn’t answer, my mother said that all the money I sold today was for me, and that when school started, the situation was bad, and it was only half an hour, and it was broken.
If he’s asking for a fair share, I’ll take it. After all, Chen’s got this guy pretty good.
I’m sad and there’s someone coming, not to buy the sausage this time, but to be bold and direct.
It’s amazing how many things he rejects, and it’s amazing that he can say one word to the other and he doesn’t like him.
Like right now.
“Yes, but with my trumpet. Chen smiled, “I’m afraid my girlfriend will find out.” He said he had to pull his cell phone.
When the girls heard it, their faces changed, they turned and left, and they yelled at it as if it was disgusting.
I asked him, “Is there no one in this world you care about?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t know them, their care is not important.” I’m sorry.
When I listen, I gossip, and I ask, “Who cares? I’m sorry.
The Chen stripes stopped, pulled a hat on me, got dark eyes, “You.” I’m sorry.
I’m shaking.
“Mom’s coming. I’m sorry.
“…”
My mom really came.
She stopped on the side of the road with three rounds, and then saw the tattoos, and she smiled, “The little ones are there. I’m sorry.
“Dunsha came to me for help, sold half, not much.” I’m sorry.
…my mom says you sold well? Not much, really.
Apparently, it worked, and my mother laughed at her eyelids: “It’s still a small tattoo to do something.” I’m sorry.
“It’s really nothing.” I’m sorry.
I have no face.
“What are you doing here?” My mom looked at me and said, “Are you sure you’re going to have to sell you a little? I’m sorry.
When I choked, I took the plier from him.
“I have to go, auntie. I’m sorry.
“All right, go ahead. I’m sorry.
The next thing you can say is, he’s tall, he’s beautiful in the crowd, and light is a shadow, and he can be remembered.
It’s like what’s going on, it’s a lot of crowds, and it’s just a few seconds past, and it’s no longer visible.
I looked down, and the change on the table was so high, it was good, it was fun.
When there were still a few pieces of roasted intestines on the stand, the hymns came and the former Liu Hai was lifted and dropped and dry.
I’ll pass one, “Do you want to eat?” I’m sorry.
“Eat, eat, eat, eat!” I saw the tattoo! I’m sorry.
I’m picking up the bulges, and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.
“He! “He’s fighting people!” I’m sorry.
I stopped, and I pulled out my phone, “I’m gonna sue my mother.”
“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, it’s a reflex. It’s almost impulsive. I swung my hair: “Tell me exactly what happened. I’m sorry.
“Not exactly a fight. “He’s flapping his wrists for a girl.” I’m sorry.
Girl?
I can’t believe it. I’m sorry.
Yes, it is.
I said, “Well, it’s time to look at it. I’m sorry.
It’s a joke. It’s about the tattoos!
I pushed the carts all the way to the scene, surrounded by a lot of people, and I put the carts in a safe place and got in there with a trickle.
It’s really hot, with a shed, two tables under the shed, and an empty bottle on its feet.
I don’t know him.
It’s cold in the eyes, and it’s less visible.
I took a deep breath and was nervous about what was going to happen.
“This is the last game. “The boys across the street are light.
“Come on. I’m sorry.
The girl next to him seemed to be trying to stop him, but the tattoos were not fixed.
My heart beats a few minutes, for a moment, and I filmed the people eating melons next to me.
“Perhaps, would you like a roasted sausage? I’m sorry.
The other one stunned. “Who are you? I’m sorry.
I’m like, “Do you want to eat? I’m sorry.
“How much one?” She’s trying.
And I held my hand, and I reached out two fingers: “Two, one, now it’s cheaper for you, two, two.” I’m sorry.
It’s like, “You’ve got to be fucking reasonable!” I’m sorry.
No, I’m pretty sure I can’t see it now. They’ve had enough of their wrists. They’ve had enough. They’ve had enough.
Why do successful heroes save beauty?
Because I know too much about the tattoos, he’s a good guy, and the difference is that others are real, and the tattoos are.
Now I remember a year in high school, when Chen Taek came home at night, when the temperature was low, he was wearing a thin hood coat and he pulled his hat on.
Chen’s face is small, delicate, and it’s a little V-face that girls envy, so a hat covers half.
I was bending to look for his eyes: “What are you doing at night? I’m sorry.
He slightly began, coughing, “Scare you.” I’m sorry.
I noticed something wrong. I’m sorry.
“Don’t tell my mother. I’m sorry.
I insist that the Grand Duke is selfless: “If you did something bad, I would have to say it.” I’m sorry.
Words, hand-lifting hats, streetlights, almost perfect faces for young people, and white colours are particularly cold.
There’s a small wound in the prominent eyebrow.
“Fuck me. You hurt? “I looked up.
The Chen striped his lips and laughed, “It’s just a mistake, I beat him off. I’m sorry.
Later, the story came out, Chen became famous and fought with several boys, and it was amazing that he had not been punished by the school, but had also been described as a good boy with justice and courage.
When he leaned on the table, he answered and laughed, and said: “I am invincible to thank you.” I’m sorry.
At that time, I was a little impressed by this guy, and, of course, I’d love to hit it.
I said to the Jean, “The business is important, I’ll start school in a few days, and I’ll have to make some money.” I’m sorry.
The Jean turned a white eye.
The area is no more crowded than the rest of the streets, but it is not a place where random trouble can be caused. Think about it, I’m happy to sell the sausage.
And the scent began to spread, and I drew half of the people who watched the play, and I became so busy, and the hymn came and helped me, and lamented, “You are indeed a human being, and the tattoos have already seen you, except that they were there to talk and not come.” Well, I thought I could see some serious scenes. I’m sorry.
The tone ends with a few regrets.
I took a look at it, and I looked at it and laughed at it and said, “Four, yes, four.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Chen’s got his coat on his way to my stand, a little frown.
I’m wearing things, I’m touching my bag, I’m feeling better, and I’m looking at his face. I’m sorry.
“Donsa, can you be a little more sick?” I’m sorry.
I blinked and said, “Do me a favor and close up?” I’m sorry.
“…”
“You want to be beautiful.” I’m sorry.
“You don’t want to help with the stand anymore?” I’m sorry.
And when I said, “We’ve known each other for more than a decade, you think.”
Sounds like a card.
The Chen stripes threw my coat over my head, and I even held it a few times, and I was still in the middle of it, and his voice sounded, “It’s a shame to be in the show without you. I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪ How is that so familiar?
And We took the garments and looked at the dog for a few seconds, and cast out the face of the great boss: “If I don’t pay for it, do it.” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong?”
The texture is still compromised.
He took the cart to his teeth and I followed him with my pocket and his coat.
And We shook the bag in the hand, and said, “What were you doing there? How old are you playing with this?” I’m sorry.
“You think too much. I’m sorry.
The wind of the night was particularly comfy in the face, and the yellow light was spilled and the ink was dyed with a warm colour.
“Don’t you remember? He was lazy.
I remember briefly, remember, this is Chen’s cousin.
A crazy girl. Why crazy? Because of her deformity, she has been screaming from a very early age that she will marry Chen, and that she will stay with her family.
Her mother said: “How can you marry your brother, O your brother?” I’m sorry.
“It’s not my brother! I’m sorry.
And Chen’s father was a teacher, and told her with the utmost seriousness: “You are related by blood, and your next of kin cannot get married, and do not say such things again.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t care, I’ll jump if I marry someone else!” I’m sorry.
Until the time she was taken away from the Chen family, she died and cried out for her brother. Chen looked at her, and his face was dim, and he was like, “Let go, hands.” I’m sorry.
Her parents were said to have taken her to the hospital for some time, and I never saw her at Chen Yu’s house.
I didn’t recognize her. After years, she’s changed too much.
“She’s in high school right now. I’m sorry.
“No.” The baccalaureate failed, went to a working school and graduated for two years. I’m sorry.
“I was at the Internet café, and I bumped into her, and she was stuck with some guys, and she asked me to help. I’m sorry.
I was surprised and asked, “Well, you didn’t send her back. I’m sorry.
“She has legs. I’m sorry.
“…”
“Fuck me. My eyes were turned and my eyes fell on the cart, and I drank, “Strike, you’re crushing my plier!” I’m sorry.
“Damn it, Donsa, take it easy!”
I’m sorry.
At the beginning of March, school began.
The weather is good, and the sun hides behind the clouds, wiping out the clouds, and the light is down.
I’m waiting for the bus at the back.
A horn sounded and I looked up, and the window fell down, and it was Uncle Chen’s face.
He said, “Shasha, why don’t you come with us?” I’m sorry.
Cut. My mom said it’s not nice to take your ride. I’m surprised we’re all neighbors. Why are you so rich?
Look at that guy in the car. I’m jealous.
I stopped for two seconds, “I’m going to go to the bookstore first. I’m sorry.
Uncle Chen, the window has not yet swung, the window in the back seat has fallen, and Chen stretches his hand on it and smiles at me: “What is the book? I’m sorry.
No one thinks you’re dumb if you don’t talk!
I don’t lie to my face: “My mom says she wants to read more about the literature.” I’m sorry.
Of course he did not believe, but he gave his eyes to him: “I have, and I have borrowed from you at school.” I’m sorry.
Fuck off.
I’m still in the car and Chen’s laughing at it. Don’t be crazy.
Before I went to school, I pulled Chen and smiled: “Don’t forget the book. I’m sorry.
“I’ll give it to you later. I’m sorry.
He’s acting like this, but I’m not.
“…oh, okay.”
I’ve just started school, I’ve got things to do. I can’t stop like a gyro. It’s already 6:00.
I ran upstairs with a few books, halfway, and stopped to rub my forehead.
“You’re Tang Sha, right? I’m sorry.
There’s a strange sound in the ears.
I turned my head and blinked. I’m sorry.
She laughed: “I said, “There is no one wrong, but I was told to convey it, and I asked you to find him at the playground. I’m sorry.
What am I doing in the playground… oh, give me a book.
I nodded, “Okay, got it. I’m sorry.
The girl pointed after her finger: “I’ll go first. I’m sorry.
“Okay, thanks.
After the book was put, I looked up at the sky, a dark blue and the moon was up and up.
At this point, there’s a lot of people in the playground, and there’s a little game over there.
I’ve been looking for a half-day, and I haven’t seen Chen.
As soon as he jumped from the steps, he was held by a hand on top of his head. I’m sorry.
I slap his hand open: “Thank you, six and seven meters.” I’m sorry.
“It is hoped that you will soon be able to break a metre. I’m sorry.
“…”
I asked: “Where is the book?”
When it’s not hot enough, it’s like it’s cold, wearing a black T-shirt, with a long, white arm, and it’s about to rise and fall.
Perhaps because he had just hit the ball, he had a thin sweat in his hair and a little bit of his forehead, and his lips had not fallen.
Stand here and wait for me. He said.
I look at him, and it turns out that the tattoos are so long, their faces are so strong, their heights are so easy and so easy to find in the crowd.
In a little while, people came with books, I picked them up, and I looked at them, “The dancer of Ido.” It’s not a day and night. I’m sorry.
“It’s nice, it’s recommended to you.” I’m sorry.
“…”
If it wasn’t for this crowd, I’d give you a big mouth.
5.
A young girl, every girl, at a certain age, always has some secret hidden in her heart, only she knows it, or a good friend knows it, but he doesn’t know it.
I’ll copy that to the Jean.
“Who are you in love with?” I’m sorry.
We said, “No, it is for you. I’m sorry.
“Then you’re a god. I’ve been chasing a classmate lately. I’m sorry.
Look, I’m going to wake up and stop chewing, and I’m going to hang on to my mouth, and I’m going to say, “Did I catch you?” I’m sorry.
Waiting for the jingle to respond, the opposite side falls.
I look up and I say, “Chen… Poetfish? I’m sorry.
She smiled at her lips: “Salsa, you remember me. I’m sorry.
…that is unforgettable.
I swallowed the green vegetables and asked, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
She has a big, round almond hair, and she wears a very strong make-up, which is completely different. Then he asked me, “Do you know where my brother is?” I’m sorry.
And I was like, “I don’t know, we’re not a family. I’m sorry.
“Oh, she’s a little bit long, and she’s like, “So are you in love?” I’m sorry.
What the hell.
“Why do you ask? “I don’t know why.
“It’s okay. I’m going to find my brother. She stood up and waved at me.
Under a pink coat, it’s a short skirt with a knee, and it’s a pretty long white pair of legs.
All of a sudden, a blue shadow came into my sight, in Chen Poecho’s pocket, shuddering.
The moment it fell, I got up and picked it up in time to see what it looked like.
Chen Poetry noticed, turned around and blinked and said, “Salsa, give it back to me.” I’m sorry.
I had a complex moment, passing through.
She laughed, and then ran out of the cafeteria.
After all these years, it hasn’t been cured. She just dropped something in her pocket with a picture of it.
The picture is still curvature, with short hair, direct eye lenses, and uncut lips. It’s a young man’s breath, and it’s easy to sink.
This is a photo of Chen’s high school.
I decided to remind my client to turn his phone over to Chen’s text, “Be careful.” I’m sorry.
After a few minutes, nobody answered, and the phone called backwards.
“What are you talking about? He’s just breathing on the other side of the phone.
I went out and said, “Really, your sister came to you.” I’m sorry.
Chen’s reaction was calm and even cold: “Oh. I’m sorry.
It seems to confirm my words, and the next second, there’s a gruesome voice on the other side of the phone: “Brother!” I’m sorry.
I shook my hand and hung up.
I don’t know.
Chen Yu ran away from school in the last few days, deliberately avoiding people, and he was too proud to have feelings for him.
So, Chen Poem came to fucking block me.
“I don’t know where he is. I’m sorry.
The Chen Poetry Fish refused to listen, and breathed a few points heavy, and couldn’t wait to say, “Stop pretending!” I’m sorry.
Give me a shout.
“Donsa, even if my aunt and uncle don’t know where Chen’s tattoo is, you can’t. She’s smirking in her mouth, saying.
Why?
I’m really wondering, “Why are you so sure because we’re having a long time?” I’m sorry.
The Chen Poetry Fish breathed and said, “Because I saw the graphy diary. “Why is your name on his diary?” I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
You say that, I wonder why.
The Chen Poetry Fish was finally pissed off.
I was just whispering to her, “Why are you peeking at your brother’s diary?” I’m sorry.
“…”
“Do you know that this is an invasion of one’s privacy? How can you spy on others?”
It’s not over yet. It’s over.
I’m sorry.
I went out to the school to look for Chen Taek, and several places where he used to go he didn’t see anyone until he was at an Internet cafe.
The Chen stripes are on a corner to drink Coke, his fingers are long, and the whole jar is surrounded.
The tattoos on the wrist are visible.
It’s from Chen Yu High School, during a period of rebellion. It’s a bunch of unreadable black characters. It’s a little bit more personal.
I asked him what he meant.
Chen’s special dress was for two seconds and he said, “For world peace.” I’m sorry.
“…”
I walked behind him quietly and stopped.
Chen’s tattooing Lol, it’s just an operation, and I’m just standing there, and he’s got a black screen on his computer.
Chen’s face is on the screen, including me.
“…”
He’s turning back, abrow.
And I put my hand on his chair and said, “You know what, Chen Poem is now me.” I’m sorry.
Rumor has it, Chen’s mouth goes down, “She’s sick? I’m sorry.
“She’s really sick. “What about my name on your diary?” I’m sorry.
“Who told you that?” I’m sorry.
I had to look at him, “Come on. I’m sorry.
In the last ten seconds, Chen was raised again, and he turned his hands over the mouse, and his emotions were gathered very quickly: “I didn’t know that was true. I’m sorry.
We whispered, but we did not think: “The liar.” I’m sorry.
“Tunsha. I’m sorry.
“…”
I went to the front desk to get the money and sit across the line.
“Strike.” I went to the 4399 little game while I was in a skilful place, and I asked, “Is Chen Poem coming into your room?” I’m sorry.
“Takes a lot of things.” I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes a little, “Can you stand this? I’m sorry.
“My mother asked me to be tolerant. It’s not important anyway. I’m sorry.
I thought about it and told him, “I saw her in the cafeteria today with your high school student card. I’m sorry.
“Hmm?”
He’s been thinking for two seconds, but he doesn’t care, “Don’t need it now. I’m sorry.
“Not really. I came to the computer and said to him, “Do you not think it’s wrong? What if she ties you to the wilderness one day while you’re asleep? I’m sorry.
“Are you watching too much TV?” I’m sorry.
I turned back: “It’s really possible, I suggest you be careful. I’m sorry.
“I’ll go back to town and get some equipment.” I’m sorry.
“…”
A few days later, a few people went into the Internet cafe and sat next to Chen.
“Come on, old rules. “The guy with the glasses started talking.
After that, he pulls out a cigarette box and divides it one by one, one by one, and passes it to me.
” Ouch. He exaggerated and took the smoke back and smiled with his aunt’s face: “It’s not just a small blue plum with a tattoo.” I’m sorry.
I’m unconscious about the tattoos.
And he looked at it, and he took his eyes back, and kicked the next person, “Lubo-sheng, nobody thinks you’re dumb.” I’m sorry.
Lubo smiles like a good smile and gives out a cigarette. “I don’t smoke.” I’m sorry.
And lo! lo! the way was smitten, and behold that which was opposite of me, and a squawk over his ears: thou art a fool. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
A few people gathered together and had fun, and I was even pulled into this strange game, and Chen gave me his trumpet.
ID: Die!
And his big ID is: Not dead.
…he’s probably got something wrong with him.
I looked at the bluehead, and I was like, “Do I play this?” I’m sorry.
Chen was looking at Lubo-sheng, listening to me, and asking, “Gincus? I’m sorry.
I nod my head: Yes. I’m sorry.
“Whatever. He looked at me like, “You can play as you like.” I’m sorry.
Words, strange noises.
I’m not comfortable with this. It’s weird how this guy talks today.
It turns out that I’m not a game player, but soon after the game started, a few heads were sent. I usually see a jingle, but she does it on a cell phone, and I really think it’s better than a computer.
And when I was raised again, I was careful to hide in the grass, and prepared for an ambush.
Lubo laughed loudly: “O Tangsha, don’t go crouching, really, you’re going to head off.” I’m sorry.
I’m a little depressed: “Is it so bad?” I’m sorry.
“He lied to you. Stay there and kill one. “The voice of Chen’s low-touching voice came and I heard a tremor.
“Do you believe in Donsa?” This is better than us! I’m sorry.
And I looked over my face without face, and I couldn’t get past the laughter, the bending of my eyebrows, and the prowling of my lips.
He licked his lips and apologized with no sincerity: “sorry.” I’m sorry.
I sat back, “Go away. I’m sorry.
Just after that, two people came across the other side, and I was talking about whether to go out or stay here and die, and a flash of light.
The voice was also followed by the top of the post, “Double Kill!” I’m sorry.
I’m so embarrassed.
And Chen laughed, and the thief was bragging: “The lord is over you.” I’m sorry.
Lubo set up a blind horse, stretching out his ears and asking, “What’s the cover?” I’m sorry.
“Do you want to keep your mouth shut?” I’m sorry.
By the time it was ready to return to school, it was too late, and street lights were lit in turn, extending to distant streets.
I only knew that Lubo-sung had long been out of school, only had ties to Chen Taek-Ting, and often came to play with him.
So I stepped on the shadow of the tattoos and asked, “When did you meet me and you from high school? Why have I not seen it? I’m sorry.
“What do you know about the group of boys? You weren’t obsessed with looking for a class of grass problems in high school. I’m sorry.
How does that sound?
I swung my eyebrow, “When?” I’m sorry.
“That’s a lot to forget.” I’m sorry.
“…”
And then I think of another thing, and I’m like, “Look at you guys just now, you usually smoke? I’m sorry.
“Don’t blow your blood.” I’m sorry.
“What’s your hurry?”
He held his hand in the back of his head, and his mouth was hard: “I didn’t smoke, Lubo-sung was used to it, and you didn’t see him deliver it to you? I’m sorry.
I smiled: “Do you think I’m stupid?” I’m sorry.
Chen groaned, and took the grass with his hands, and threw it down the wall, and the night wind blew his forehead out, and he said, “Okay, I admit it. But I’ve only smoked one or two. It smells bad. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and said, “No more.” I’m sorry.
And I choked: “What the hell are you promising me? I am not your mother.” I’m sorry.
“…”
“Then don’t sue my mother.” I’m sorry.
And I nod my head: “Yes! It will not happen again. I’m sorry.
“Weed, Donsa, you look like a fool. I’m sorry.
“Don’t fuck with Chan! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Back to the dorm, I took a shower and sat at the table. Think about it, or did you pull out the “Izu’s Dancer”?
Let’s see how this guy’s recommended book is.
When I look at it, I fall asleep, and I’m lost, and I’m blind, and I’m a handsome face that is magnified by Chen’s proximity.
When I woke up, he smiled, “Don’t you look like a pig. I’m sorry.
I can’t do it. I’m going to hit him with my teeth and claws. I’m holding my hand. I’m leaning on my nose. I’m looking close. His eyelashes are thick and thick, long and curly.
I’m in my neck and my face is so hot, “Strike…”
“Shh–” He spits like a leprechaun, and then drops his head.
I opened my eyes and breathed my mouth, and my passion was not completely dispersed, reminding me of what I had just dreamed of.
What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
The roommates on the top shelf are asking with concern.
Why do I have this dream? Object or tattoo?
The following day, I encountered a plaque in the washroom in the stairwell, leaning against the post behind him, moving his sleeves to the elbow, and groping with the next person. And the next second, the sight, the eye, the eye.
I’m going to step down and get pulled over the back.
I turned my head, and the leading man from yesterday’s dream was looking at me, and his eyes were as wide as ever. I’m sorry.
“Why do you ask? I’m sorry.
“Then you see me running.” And what are you blushing about?”
“You’re the one who’s blushing!” I’m sorry.
“Why are you so strange today?” I’m sorry.
I scratched my ears and I just wanted to get away from him: “I’m going to eat!” I’m sorry.
“Just right. “I’m going to the cafeteria, too. I’m sorry.
Then I was not allowed to struggle, and took me to the cafeteria.
I’m sorry.
Sitting face-to-face with a plate, the texture picks up the cuisine while asking, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
I thought about it, and I wondered, “What do you think this is about when I suddenly dream of a different person?” I’m sorry.
“Who?” I’m sorry.
And he reacted, and I was a little confused, so I said, “A dog.” I’m sorry.
“…”
“Scrambling down the line of his lips, without a face: “Scram!” I’m sorry.
“Did you dream of a girl?” I’m sorry.
…the subject should be obvious.
Or it’s fucking obvious.
“Dreamed, don’t remember.” I’m sorry.
I want to ask you a little bit more, but I’m over puberty now.
“I don’t think you look right. “What do you dream about this dog? I’m sorry.
“…”
I’ve had a hard time spitting out “kiss…” and I haven’t totally kissed them. Because I was just about to hit it and I woke up.
When Chen hears it, the reaction is still flat, but the eyebrow is raised slightly, confirming again: “and dogs? I’m sorry.
I’m a little bit confused.
The texture pushes the plate, leans on the chair, takes a look at my mustache and then wipes my mouth with paper.
I look up, “You don’t eat? I’m sorry.
He wipes his mouth very slowly, like deliberately slowing it down, staring at me and making me lose my mind.
“We’re full. I’m sorry. Then get up and pick up your coat, “I’ll go first and have class later. I’m sorry.
Look at the long back, I’m suffocating.
When I was in the dorm at night with the face on the side of the face and the hymns, she was busy with the bubble-student, and the whole trip was very perfunctory.
A little while ago, the message went off and the text came in.
Thomas:
Thomas: “What’s going on?”
Chen’s hair came from a chat, and I turned on it, and she answered the wrong message, and she said very frankly: “Well, I’m not saying that you’re lucky to dream of a handsome man of Chen’s rank, Donsa. You have no vision. I’m sorry.
“…”
I shivered my hands and pointed back, “She’s lying. I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God. I’m sorry.
“I don’t believe it.” I’m sorry.
I hit my phone on the bed.
This weekend, there’s Chen Poem again.
Surprisingly, she came to ask me where I was, and I had just washed my hair, and the water on the hair was ticking and ticking off outside the dorm door.
“A dormitory bar. I have a headache.
When I was late, I grabbed her, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
She was impatient with her face: “Oh, my brother.” “I’m going to lose my hand.
That’s it. I caught him even harder. I’m sorry.
“I’m looking for Chen. “It’s hard to believe that I’m not the only one.
Come on, dump me and turn around and go downstairs.
I think the thoughts of the Chen Poetry are beyond normal humans. I couldn’t have let her go to the boys’ quarters, so I threw the pail into the room and ran after her with wet hair.
It’s a broad weekend, and the canteens don’t usually know where to go. I’m sorry.
The Chen Poetry Fish, of course, did not like it and said, “Donsha, I hate you very much right now. I’m sorry.
“You hate it, I’ll say it once. You come with me. Don’t go crazy. I’m sorry.
The word “crazy” seemed to stimulate her, and Chen Poem raised his voice several degrees: “Who do you think is crazy?” You all say I’m crazy, so is that why you don’t like me? I’m sorry.
That’s not the point!
But when I didn’t have time to talk, people broke in and said it was awkward, and Chen Poem was younger than me, but taller than me, and their family’s genes were better.
But I’m not too short. I’m at least a foot away.
I went in for two seconds, and if I didn’t stop people soon, I was afraid the shipment would have to knock on the door one by one to ask where Chen was.
“Chen Poetry Fish! I just saw Chen’s tattoo, in the playground. I’m sorry.
She turned around and looked at me for two seconds and groaned: “It’s a lie.” I’m sorry.
I bite my teeth and pull people down the stairs because it’s too urgent to ignore the laughter coming from downstairs.
Until the sound came from behind me:
“Fuck you.”
The sound of alarm was fixed on me and I was so stiff and I couldn’t turn around.
Am I right?
“I’m blind! I’m sorry.
One more than one.
End
Chen Poe, too, shouted: “Don’t let go of me! I’m sorry.
As soon as the voice was heard, the door was opened, and a sound that was not heavy sounded: I’m sorry.
“What are you arguing about?” I’m sorry.
And that’s how Chen’s tattoo came in our sights, and he was wearing a gray, white tweed, and there were shorts on his knees, with one hand on the door, and he looked at it.
N Relative
“Big brother! I’m sorry.
Two men left the scene with their mouths covered.
Chen turned back to the dormitory and came out two minutes later with a few drops of beads on his face.
He took us for a few seconds on his waist, then he dragged me down step by step and pulled me aside, “What happened to your hair?” I’m sorry.
It’s like I’m asking if I eat.
Chan Poe-fish is dissatisfied, and his mouth is about to speak, and his finger is drawn: “Shut up.” I’m sorry.
“…”
“Chen Poe-fish, you’ve got a long mind for decorating. I’m sorry.
Don’t tell me it’s kind of venomful to say that.
Chan Poe-fishes don’t talk.
“Get out of here.” I’m sorry.
I looked at Chen Poe, and her eyes were tied to the lines, and she followed me.
The sun is high outside, the sun is high and the entire campus is coated with gold.
Chen drew Chen Poe to the playground, said a few words with a cold face, and then began with Chen Poe-fish holding his hand on his side and letting go, and finally turned out of school.
After he left, Chen looked to me like he had a chin. I’m sorry.
I don’t think I’ve done anything, even if I’m in your dorm.
I saw his death in front of him.
“You know what you look like now? I’m sorry.
I’m confused.
“A thousand-year-old monster with hair split. I’m sorry.
“…”
After that, Chen took a comb out of his pocket.
I:
“Come here. I’m sorry.
He found a step to sit down and waved at me.
And I said no: “Tang, what you do not know is that you think it’s my father.” I’m sorry.
I’m afraid Chen is too lazy to listen to me. After I said it, he had a debt, “Well, I’ll sue your mother, you go to the boys’ dorm.” I’m sorry.
“…”
Ah, here’s the reward, Donsa. You’ve got today, too.
I didn’t want to go down in front of him.
“You can’t have hair.” I’m sorry.
“You can’t use that eye to donate. I’m sorry.
The texture of Chen with my hair is a little tweaked, and it smells a little dangerous. I’m sorry.
“…”
This one doesn’t even comb his hair, and he’s got a comb and he’s playing like a drum, and he says, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
I flipped my white eye and I said, “You can’t comb or comb. Give me the comb.” I’m sorry.
Says I’m going to turn around and get my comb, and I’m going to get my tattoo, “Don’t move. I’m just saying your hair’s long. I’m sorry.
…the one with the toughest mouth.
He took a little load of them up and combed them, and he was very patient, like he was worried about hurting my hair.
I got sunburned, and I started to rush, “Can you hurry up, I’m going to die.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the hurry? “What do you think I asked you to sit here for?” I’m sorry.
And finally, after he was combed, Chen was admiring his masterpiece and rubbing it over my head, “Yes, the sun’s doing well, almost dry.” I’m sorry.
“…”
“You’re a match. I’m sorry.
“Who did it?” Say that again.
He used to wear a tweezer, a leaning move, which inadvertently swept into the invisible area, the deep clavicles, and the splendor inside.
I’ve had half my ears red for some reason, and I’ve moved my eyes off, “I’ll put it on. I’m sorry.
Chen is satisfied, let go, get up and touch the back of the neck, stand up and be taller than I am.
“Come on, I’m going back to my dorm, too. I’m sorry.
I smoked, “You won’t go straight back to the dorm after the Chen Poe. I’m sorry.
And Chen went forward, and heard it back, and the sun fell, and he bended his lips, and he owed it: “My Lord, I love it.” I’m sorry.
“You know, Chen, when you say the word “grandfather,” it’s really second-rate. I’m sorry.
Chen’s hands were pulled off, and he put a middle finger at me, slowing down, saying, “My lord, I am happy. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
In the evening, I was watching my cell phone in the classroom, and a cell phone called, and it sounded so exciting: “I got my classmate!” I’m sorry.
I moved, and I smiled, “Good, congratulations. I’m sorry.
“That must be a little milk dog, you know, every day my sister’s. I’m sorry.
“That’s so lame. I’m sorry.
Indeed, I feel like a demented man who ignores the Dynasty. He is the leprechaun that will keep me from walking. I’m sorry.
“…”
“He’s still the new school grass.” I’m sorry.
“Where do you put the tattoo?” I’m sorry.
I found something wrong with that.
“Yo, it’s so urgent, you don’t know how low-key Chen Ping is, so don’t exaggerate, and so far some of the older schoolgirls don’t know him.” I’m sorry.
I do think it’s an exaggeration: “How can it be?” I’m sorry.
“Really, otherwise the forum would have been hung hundreds of times. Speaking of which, the Jean-Moon lamented, “I love my baby brother, but I have to admit, Chen’s face can hang the whole “C” big. I’m sorry.
I’m a little distracted.
“Donsa, I don’t think you two have a good relationship. I’ve never seen anything like this with any girl except you. You’ve got to take your chances. Such a handsome man would be dead and would go with him, without leaving. I’m sorry.
“…”
Not necessarily.
At the end of the day, the younger brother called her, and she was in a hurry to cut off our conversation.
“Aah…”
Your roommate Seo-chul suddenly screamed.
I looked up, and she was sitting in my front seat, panicking, standing up and filming her sleeve.
When I got up, I looked on the ground, and I was lying there, and I was like, “All right?” I’m sorry.
Seo-chun shakes his head, “Take the mop for me. I’m sorry.
I went out of the classroom, washed in the pool and turned back, running in front of several girls, smiling with excitement.
“What’s going on out there?” Suh-chun saw me come in and asked.
I shook my head and handed her the mop: “I don’t know, I ran downstairs.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Well, that’s what I thought. I’m sorry.
Word: I smiled and looked at her: “Do you like to watch? Why not go? I’m sorry.
Suh-chun smiled, too: “I forgot to write my paper, thanks to the girls at the door. I’m sorry.
“Listen to that noise and know that it is going to the playground.” I’m sorry.
I’m a little surprised, “We’re at school with a star.” I’m sorry.
My stupid face: “You forgot, of course it’s in foreign language, your– In the last sentence, she deliberately dragged the syllable.
“…”
I went to the playground with Seo-chun.
It’s been full of crowds, and Xu Chien became obsessed with it and stopped looking at me.
I’ve got my hands in my arms, I’ve got my head in my head.
Not found, but there’s a lot of people in front, like a big round egg.
The noises are gathered here, and I want to come to see what’s going on.
I heard something in secret: “Strike, I have a Band-Aid! I’m sorry.
What happened to Chen?
A man in front suddenly turned back, and she was holding a boy, and then she blinked and shouted, “Donsa is here! I’m sorry.
“…”
The crowd was quiet and looked at me in the eyes of the Jean.
Thank God I finally saw the texture, and he was sitting in a pile of people wearing a white sleeveless shirt with a big number of 10.
And it’s like, “Who the fuck is this?”
Chen turned his head over me, reddled a piece of his lips, and the look in his eyes made me feel like he was going to scold him the next second.
“Don’t you think you’re interested in a little faith?” I’m sorry.
“You sent a message?” I’m sorry.
“Come to the playground and watch me be handsome.” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, I was crushed, I didn’t notice. I’m sorry.
Chen didn’t pay attention to the people behind him, and he kept talking about me, “I don’t think I can see it. If you want to laugh again, hold on and laugh and I’ll beat you up. I’m sorry.
“Little Chan, you’re getting naïve. I’m still laughing.
And he touched his hand in the corner of his lips, and he whistled, and did not forget to blow himself: “You didn’t see me just now, one in threes, and there was a clapping around. I’m sorry.
“It’s amazing. I’m sorry.
“So perfunctory. I’ll take a look at Chen, “Do you think you’ll put my trust at the top?” I’m sorry.
I looked at him astonished: “Are you thinking about eating? I’m sorry.
“I’ll sue your mother, you go to the boys’ dorm. I’m sorry.
“…”
I looked at him and said, “Do you think a big boy is right when he hangs his complaint over his mouth? I’m sorry.
“This is the way I treat people.” I’m sorry.
“…”
“Did you not care about the wound in my mouth since just now? I’m sorry.
“Oh, is it serious?”
“I see you’re going to kill me.” I’m sorry.
I have to laugh.
“Have you finished reading that book? We went to the end of the playground, and Chen stopped and looked at me.
He seems to like this position, with his hands on his back, like an old man, staring at you with his eyes, like he’s asking questions. That face was too dazzling, so I could do anything to make you look good.
I nodded, and I said, “Well, it’s a good story, and I think it’s a good one. I’m sorry.
“Or else? “It’s famous. I’m sorry.
I nod my head: I know. I’m sorry.
“I think it’s a good thing. “When I own you, whether I buy a tie at a department store or I pack a fish in the kitchen, I feel like I’m a happy man, like a warm stream. I’m sorry.
His voice was so low that, when he said that, he struck you with one word and one word, and showed a beautiful melody and sound, which was the effect.
However, I made a correction: “The original sentence is a woman. I’m sorry.
“I know, I just read it from my own perspective. I’m sorry.
I licked my lips, looked at him, and I didn’t know what to expect: “Who are you in love with, reading a book that makes it so clear? I’m sorry.
The light is on the back, the chest is in my arms and my eyes, the face is slit by light, and the eyes are dark.
He thought about it for two seconds and then smiled and said:
“Loved–my dancer. I’m sorry.
I had a little talk, and before I spoke, Chen turned his eyes away and he was lazy: “Let’s go to the infirmary with me.” I’m sorry.
“This little wound went to some infirmary. I looked at him a little bit, “So delicate.” I’m sorry.
“It’s not a mouth injury, it’s a trauma.” I’m sorry.
“…”
When the foot was just opened, there was a noise coming out of the playground, and we turned our heads and saw only one girl picked up by a princess and turned around.
I guess it just came out.
“You said,” I looked over there, and I looked, “Did he win the fight and say it? I’m sorry.
“Is there a high chance of success? @Leaves: I’m sorry.
“I don’t know, but it won’t work for all girls. I’m sorry.
We went all the way to the infirmary, and we just stepped on the front foot into the door, and we heard the sound of asphalt, and the rain fell down like a thin needle and the ground was wet.
“We’re lucky. I can’t help but wonder.
Chen drew me inside and then rubbed me in.
The rain came and went so fast that it stopped in a few minutes. If the ground had not left traces, I would have thought it had not rained.
Chen and I went down the road to the dormitory, all the way up, all the way down, all the way down, all the way up and down.
“The one in the first class? Oh, my God, that’s so unfair. Since when did I like him? I’m sorry.
“Well, why don’t you ask him a question without asking me?” I’m sorry.
I’m serious: “You’re not good enough for him, you don’t count, do you? I’m sorry.
Say it clearly, Donsa. Who’s better than him? I’m taller than him and handsomeer than him. I’m sorry.
“…” and I laughed, “I said you’re not as good as others. I’m sorry.
“You like good grades?” I’m sorry.
“Nothing. I’ve got my hands behind my back, “I’m just telling the truth, I’ve never liked anyone. I’m sorry.
After that, he felt guilty and looked at him secretly.
“That’s what. I didn’t wait for Chen, and I went on to say, “Don’t you like it more than I do? I remember you liked a girl in high school. I’m sorry.
The last sentence, I stress.
Chen Taek looked at me and answered: “Well, then you’re six. I’m sorry.
And I followed him as fast as I could, and I heard that you had written more than 90 letters. I’m sorry.
It’s just that I don’t even notice it.
Chen smiles suddenly, and there’s noises coming out of the woods, mixed with his laughter.
“Hey, Donsa, what do you think you like? “The Chen stripes suddenly opened the subject, with his hands in his pants and his lips twitched.
I had no reason to panic and touch the back of my head, so I swallowed it. I’m sorry.
Indeed. “It’s easy to say, it’s easy for anyone to do it, it’s just one thing in the mouth.” If you really like someone, you know what it means. What’s 90 letters? Just throw it away and there’s nothing left. I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
As usual, Chen’s gesture was idle, looking at me, and the light was like looking at me, and he stopped, and he continued, “I like it is a very sincere word, but it is always used by hypocrites, some say like it in their mouths, and one sees love.” You know, love isn’t something everyone can have. You have to be bold. I’m sorry.
I’ve been thinking, “What’s going on? How? I’m sorry.
“Whatever. “You have to be honest, and sooner or later you will meet someone who is sincere.” You just saw it in the playground. I’m sorry.
I was told, “What if I have the guts to say?” I’m sorry.
We went to the back garden, and it just rained, and the road was wet and the air smelled like flowers.
There was a street light next to the tree, and the beam fell down, and a layer of warmer color fell.
“There’s nothing to say. “Stands like this and shadows on the ground. And he looked at me, and raised his hand, and his finger was folded against the temple, and he smiled with his lips.
As soon as I opened my mouth, my voice was clear, my voice was bright and I smiled: “I can say that Chen is a communism successor and Donsha is Chen’s. I’m sorry.
I can’t wait.
I looked up like I was hearing something.
“You’re stupid.” I’m sorry.
I’m… I’m… “I am not a communism successor.” I’m sorry.
“…”
I was dragged into his arms by Chen’s stripes, and the smell was on the tip of his nose, and he leaned around my ear and said more directly: “That’s not the point. You know what I mean, Donsa. I’m sorry.
Then he pressed his voice very low, as if his feathers had scratched his ears, causing a slight tremor: “My Lord likes you.” I’m sorry.
“It’s been too long since I felt I had to tell you, and I just said it. I’m sorry.
I haven’t been to God yet: “You’re so sudden. I’m sorry.
“That’s what you think. “Strike your hand in front of me, and then spread out, with a clear, white and white hand, “See, see, grass, all sweat. I’m sorry.
“So you’ve been acting like you’re really nervous? I’m sorry.
“Not very, very. I’m sorry.
There’s people passing by, and Chen’s pulling me to the dark, “So, do you want a response? I’m sorry.
I tried to keep my mouth shut, “I’m not sure you’re sincere enough. I’m sorry.
“Not true? All right, I’ll tell you, the fake girl next door, the letter is real and it’s all for you. Which idiot is going to pass 90? I’ll show you when I get back. I’m sorry.
He’s done with his breath. He’s got a broken jar.
I looked up and looked at him. I’m sorry.
And Chen was patient, um, waiting for me.
“You’re awesome. I’m sorry.
“…”
I really think it’s a hundred letters. I suddenly wondered what the 100 letters were, and I asked him.
“My girlfriend can read it. I’m sorry.
“…”
This guy, I promised, “Okay, you have a girlfriend. I’m sorry.
I’m so glad to hear it. That’s enough laughing, and he’s hooking my chin up: “You’re in love with a really cool guy. I’m sorry.
No, I’m in a relationship with a very impudent man.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
Back to the dormitory, Seo-chun has returned and is looking down at the book, looking up at me and laughing, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
I choked: “No.” I’m sorry.
“Talk hard, your face is on your ass. I’m sorry.
“…”
I went into the bathroom with a change of clothes, and I was confused, but it was amazingly calm, and when I closed my eyes, it was the face.
Damn, this stuff is so powerful.
The weekend came very quickly, early in the morning, and the roommates went out until the cell phone woke me up.
What are you doing? We’re all going to the cat hunt today. Where are you? I’m sorry.
And we sat down, and we slept, and there was an abdomen, and there was an abdomen, and we lay down again, and we threw ourselves away: “No, the holiday is coming.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s great. Have some hot water and lie down. I’m sorry.
“…”
“Do you have a conscience?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t even talk to the Jean, and the “sister” was down at that head and I hung up.
It’s only after we’ve got a message.
Thomas: Are you up?
I touched my stomach, and I was so sad, “I’m up and not up. I’m sorry.
“What? He’s almost a second back.
I took a few tattoos, I went to the home page, and I turned back to him and asked him, “Truly, it has been years since your nickname was used, and I have been wondering, what is your obsession with it?” I’m sorry.
“It translates to Thomas. I’m sorry.
I said, “Then what?” I’m sorry.
I can imagine that Chen must be sitting in a chair at random, and then knocking on a keyboard and giving me an unwitting response.
“This is not our favorite cartoon.” I’m sorry.
I deny it: “No.” I’m sorry.
“You pretended before me that Thomas was your husband. I’m sorry.
“No way! I couldn’t have said a train was my husband. I’m sorry.
“Record the reality, Donsa. You were a pervert. I’m sorry.
“…”
I breathed a little, and I picked up my phone, and I said, “What do you mean, you’re sicker?” I’m sorry.
“You like Thomas, I’ll change your name to it, it’s the extent to which a person can cry.” I’m sorry.
I have no expression: “You want to say I’m not human without tears? I’m sorry.
“None. And he smiled, and again, “Don’t enter the table with the right voice.” I’m sorry.
“Crying, can you still turn on yourself a little bit? The name you’re talking about, it’s retarded right now, and then someone’s going to ask you your name. I’m sorry.
Chen thought for two seconds, a little in agreement: “That makes sense, because I was so fucking cool when I changed my name to Thomas, and I was so moved to think about it, that I could make a TV show for everyone. I’m sorry.
“…”
“Dumbby. I’m sorry.
“It’s Donsha. I’m sorry.
And there came the sound of water, and the texture said, “No more, I ask you, have you woke up and taken you to dinner?” I’m sorry.
“You say the word “grandfather” is really second-rate. I’m sorry.
“Grandpa Grandpa. I’m sorry.
“…”
“I can’t get out.” I’m sorry.
“Hmm?”
“I’m not in a good position. I’m sorry.
The water stops there, and there’s a magmatic laughter coming: “Donsa, are you on the holiday?” I’m sorry.
“How do you know? I’m sorry.
“On analysis. It’s hard to say, I know. I’m sorry.
I do.
The pain in the abdomen became clearer, and I rose up a little bit: “I’m going to lie down. I’m sorry.
“Is it starting to hurt? There’s a noise coming from Chen, “Don’t lie down, lie down, it hurts, get up, wait for me downstairs in the dorm. I’m sorry.
I refused with my eyes closed: “No, I don’t want to move. I’m sorry.
“Your 70-80 bone is dead? I’ll be right there. I can only be a gangster once if I don’t. I’m sorry.
“…”
I hate to get up.
When Chen’s tattoo came, he had a warm cup in his hand, and he was wearing a grey coat, tall, and he didn’t walk like he used to.
“What did you get?” I asked.
“Go to the teachers and get some red sugar.” I’m sorry.
I took it, and I accidentally looked at him and said, “You’ve got a relationship with your teacher?” I’m sorry.
It’s called “goodness.” The lines are not modest.
So I went to the restaurant with Chen Yu, and he looked at the menu for half a day, and asked me, “Do you have anything to eat?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Do you have any spicy fish?” I’m sorry.
“Yes. Out-of-house package, ground roll. I’m sorry.
“What kind of food is this? I’m sorry.
“When you’re done, you’re in pain.” I’m sorry.
“…”
“Only you, I’ll have a spicy one. “It’s obvious that Chen was laughing.
I’m not talking anymore. Wait for him.
“It’s so good, you’re a waste! “In the dining room, I’d like to see the plaid pick up the cuisine.
I’m not angry at my deliberate search, and I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry.
I can’t eat without a few bites. My stomach’s aching.
Chen paid for his browsing, took me out of the hotel and took me up without saying anything.
I couldn’t wait to see his face, and my subconscious caught him in the neck.
Then I said, “I thought you would carry me on your shoulder. I’m sorry.
“We don’t think the same way. I have romantic cells, you don’t. I’m sorry.
“…”
Chen Taek took me to a strange place, a building, straight up, to the third floor, where he put me down, touched the key from the gap next to it and opened it easily.
“You still rent a house outside?” I’m sorry.
“Lubo rents, I come to him occasionally.” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with coming here? I’m sorry.
“He was rarely home, so he left me a key. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
When I went in, it was simple, it was clean, it looked like I didn’t live for a few days, and I sat on the couch and turned down again.
When I came back, I had something in my hand.
I can’t speak much longer. I’m paralyzed on the couch and I can’t see him.
Chen sat next to me and came over for a couple of seconds, “I bought a sticker, try it on. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. I looked at him.
When Chen’s tattoos are to be put on, there’s some hesitation, think about it or lift my shirt.
I was scared. I just opened my mouth and I looked at him.
“You can do it yourself? Don’t look at me like I’m in danger. I’m sorry.
I tried to nod my head.
“…”
The Chen stripes rose up, my abdomen were cold, he looked up and he looked serious, and my ears rose red.
“How can you be so thin?” I’m sorry.
Don’t you think I should be flattered?
“One hand is half. I’m sorry.
And We explained: “This is called a thin waist, a hand in hand. I’m sorry.
“You’re funny.” I’m sorry.
“I suddenly remembered something. “Did you have a dream and kissed me inside?” I’m sorry.
I listened to it, and my blood turned back: “No! I’m sorry.
“You have the toughest mouth on your body, right? “I’m surprised, Donsa, you’re in your 20s and having sex dreams.” I’m sorry.
“…”
When I don’t talk, I bite my earlids, and I tremble.
“Is it better?” he asks again.
I’m just going to say, “It’s a lot better, you’re so effective.” I’m sorry.
“That must. I’m sorry.
Then he lifted up my face, and the lines came up, and his nose touched, and he fell down his eyelids and brushed his eyelashes.
“Tunsha, kiss. “Like in a love movie.
Finish, he’s down.
All the places where the tip of the tongue passed were like burning fire, burning people all over their bodies, twirling their lips and crushing attractive colors. A little bit down, a little bit deeper.
“My Lord loves you very much. I’m sorry.
I heard him.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
On the way back to school, Chen Taek went to the supermarket to buy water, and I had my phone brushed with microblogs, and suddenly, a line of words came into the curtain:
After all these years, is she still there?
I’ve got a subconscious twist, and Chen’s coming with water, and I’m looking at him, and I’m taping my head, and I’m like, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
Yeah, over the years, he’s still there, still tattooed.
I’ll never be anyone else.
One, two.
The first time Donsa saw Chen, the man was already like that.
The reason for this was to hear that her house had moved to a new household, that Donsha had seen a boy of her age.
After dinner, Donsa went downstairs to play with those little friends.
As a result, the new boy, who had only one short afternoon to make friends more than she had, had all the children sitting around him.
Then Tangsha saw Chen sitting in the middle of a pile of people, and the stars were like moons, and he had a magic square in his hand, and he turned with his hand, and for a little while, it was perfect for everyone.
So, you’re all clapping up and screaming in admiration, and a little boy next to him says, “Can you do anything?” I’m sorry.
Oh, his name was Chen Taek, Donsha wanted to.
It’s like saying, “Strike your lips, that little face is beautiful, and your voice is so sweet,” he says. I’m sorry.
It was only then that Donsa learned that it was a skill that had been painted from an early age.
Tang Sha was standing far away and someone noticed her and was happy to say, “Dunsha Sister!” I’m sorry.
The young people in the middle looked up and at the sunset, young girls looked at them for the first time, and the air stopped at that moment.
One doesn’t look, the other doesn’t.
Half an hour ago, Chen took the lead and asked the man who had just shouted: “Are you friends of yours?” I’m sorry.
Little girl nod her head.
“She seems like a fool.” I’m sorry.
Donsa:
Tang Sha has a deep memory of this boy, who is in short supply, but who is not in the same primary school, and who has a lot to share.
It is also a common practice to go to the other party ‘ s house occasionally to eat, to sleep together in exceptional circumstances.
At that time, when he was of advanced age, he kicked the next person on one foot, and then went to sleep without hearing.
The Chen gnawed his teeth from the ground, staring at her with a pillow for a few seconds, and scolded her with a taunt: “Donsha, you pig.” I’m sorry.
And then he lay down again.
Up to junior high, they went to the same school.
On the second floor of the bag, Tang Sha saw the plaguing in the middle, and for several years he grew in size and shape and stood up with his peers, with a higher selection.
The face is growing, and Tangsha has long known that this man will be the kind of person who can look everywhere.
So just after entering the classroom, the texture was so visible that half of the people were watching where he was sitting.
But the man went off the normal road, looked around and sat in the first row.
I’m sorry.
And some of the women’s hearts were clearly broken, and the expression seemed to say, “I’m willing to sit in the last row for you, and it doesn’t matter if you fall.” But you chose the first fucking row, so bye-bye, we have no destiny.
Tang Sha just went back, and Chen went back to the table and shot the blank spot on the side and shouted, “Sit here, Donsha. I’m sorry.
Donsa will certainly not like it, pretends he didn’t hear it, calls out the lines, and when he turns back, he says, “Today, evening, bowl, me, wash.” I’m sorry.
Don Shaft’s back.
The parents of the two parties often go out together and stay at home. Donsa is not used to going to other people’s homes. Chen is fine.
After two meals, there’s always a long debate about dishes.
“Little Chan, four dishes in total, I fired three. You wash the bowl today! I’m sorry.
“I still made the meal, and I bought it, so it makes sense for me to wash it? I’m sorry.
“You wash. I’m sorry.
“You wash. I’m sorry.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
In junior high school, the tattoos are getting popular.
Not a few people have asked him to contact him, or even once they came home from school to meet a star scout, and Chen’s face says, “I’m the future flower of my country, I’m a successor to socialism, and I’m going to take Qinghua to North China and give my life to the country.” I’m sorry.
He was speechless for half a day.
Tang Sha was right next to him, and he looked at him and said, “You can go to high school. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you, Donsha, be jealous, although he’s popular, but…”
Donsa kicked him in the foot, accelerated the pace, away from the guy who didn’t pretend to die the day.
Later on, in the Chen-Tai-Tai-Tai-Tai-Tai-Tai-Tai-Tai-Tai-Tai letters began to continue, one after the other, one after the other, one after the other, and one after the other, very seriously. I even read it and answered.
And never heard of it.
He’s got a strange idea. Should I write it?
The sight didn’t feel it on the side of Donsa, and the texture coughed and felt a bit hot.
When he came home, he turned over the box and found the white paper that had previously been printed out, and the number was just a hundred.
The sun set outside the window was golden and fell on the back of the young man’s tiny spine.
Then there was a shout, “Strike! Eat or not! I’m sorry.
“Eat and eat.” I’m sorry.
In the third year, a hundred letters were written, and he put them on the table, staring at them for half a day, and made a lamentation and raised his thumb: “You’re a great man, you’re my idol. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
Of course Chen won’t give it to Donsa, and he’ll wait, and then he’ll look at Tangsa, and he’ll start to cry, and just think about it, and he’ll laugh.
Lubo looked at him and said, “You’re a fool.” I’m sorry.
Chen turns his pen, sweeps to the front door of the classroom, scratches his lips and kicks him: “Come on, Tangsha is back.” I’m sorry.
2. The young man named Chen Yu.
Two of the recent unrest.
The entrance to the school is always a bunch of punks standing around, a man with a Matt’s hair, a cigarette in his mouth, shaking his legs and staring out.
The crowd was high and, for a while, a girl squeezed her satchel and came to a few people.
Split one hair in the head, comb both sides and dye it red with bright eyes. He whistled: “Good, very conscious. I’m sorry.
A few people turned around in one alley, and the girls suddenly stopped and they were crying and shivering, “I’m… really broke and my parents aren’t home. I’m sorry.
“Don’t fuck around, if you don’t give me anything else.” I’m sorry.
After that, he shrugged his shoulders, and the others laughed, and it was disgusting.
Girls stand still and do not move forward.
Redheads are impatient and just reaching out, listening to the roller slides across the ground outside the alley, closely followed by laughter.
“Chang, slow the fuck down! I’m sorry.
The line stopped, and an emergency brake came on the skateboard, and he was wearing a red T-shirt, and he picked up the skateboard and looked around the alley.
Those people will never forget this day, when the young ones who are parked outside look amazing, and the bright reds on his body become a liner, not in the least.
“Hey, what’s up? I’m sorry.
After Lubo-sung followed him, he cleaned him up and tried to pull him away: “Don’t worry, these people fight every day, they don’t like it.” I’m sorry.
Most of the people at this age are full of spirit, a lot of fun, a lot of texture, and they don’t like it. “Red, yellow, blue, green.” I’m sorry.
“Let’s just go stand on the street and be a red and green light.” I’m sorry.
“…”
I’m fucking…
The red-haired man has a gruesome face: “Does he want to die?” I’m sorry.
When Lu Bo-Sung had a thousand rounds, Lu Bo-Sung suddenly remembered that Chen’s brother-in-law was a soldier and that he had taken him for several years.
Lubo picked a place to shoot dust, sit down and get ready for the show.
At nightfall, at dusk, at nightfall, the twilight is so beautiful.
Lubo’s achievements, like this, beat four people down.
And he was dazzled, and he had a mouth at the end, and his mouth was swollen.
The girl kept saying thank you, took two more eyes and left.
Chen took his cell phone out of his pocket and sat in front of those people, “Come on, look up. I’m sorry.
A few people looked up in the same way, with their faces on their faces, and a picture of Chen’s body was taken with satisfaction.
“What are you filming for? “Lubo is incomprehensible.
“What else can I do? “The memory of the moment of master’s power will be admired by Donsa.” I’m sorry.
Lubosheng: “You’re a real costumer. I’m sorry.
After that, look at his face.
When Chen’s tattoo finally came to mind, he asked, “Is it obvious? I’m sorry.
“Bullshit. Lubo scolded him.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” I’m sorry.
Chen’s laughing too, “Fuck, shut up. I’m sorry.
Lubo thinks he admires people like Chen. He’s proud, and he’s got a regular sex tongue, and he’s cool, he’s unique.
No one’s gonna hate Chen, the bright young man.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
When Chen first touched a cigarette, Lubo gave it to him.
He thought about it, answered it. Then suck, choke, cough. And when you look again, your eyes cough red.
“You’re not a man. “Lubo was made to laugh at him.
“It smells bad.” I’m sorry.
Lubo made a big smile.
Chen ran to the commissary and bought a couple of mints in his mouth, with the intention of blowing out the wind for a few minutes, and came back and asked him, “Do you smell any more, I’m afraid Donsa will smell it.” I’m sorry.
“You must be a wife.” I’m sorry.
“No one cares about me except my parents.” I’m sorry.
Then I’m going to add, outside of Donsha.
Donsa’s been very close to a group of herds, always asking him about the subject.
“There are no teachers in our class.” I’m sorry.
And Tangsha shook his head and explained to him, “You do not understand. We were present at this event, and we created a great friendship, so I sought him out. I’m sorry.
Look at her against the wall, smile.
Fuck your deep friendship.
After meeting a group of men at the door, Chen Yu looked at them with a calm look and concluded that he was more handsome.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
High school term, Chen’s tattoo was tattooed by Lubo.
Lubo-sung’s reason is, “How cool, think about it. I’m sure I’ll have a blue dragon behind my back, and I’ll be absolutely oppressed.” I’m sorry.
Holy shit.
Chen went after him, and he swung around, sat in front of the tattooer, lifted his sleeves and showed his arm in cold and white.
“In this text, in Russian.” I’m sorry.
The tattooer said, “Come on, what’s the tattoo?” I’m sorry.
“Just her.” I’m sorry.
That’s very stubborn.
In fact, it’s supposed to be: I’m going to live in the days that follow, and I’m going to be a good and good person, the only one who wants less, just her.
You’ll find out sooner or later, Donsa.
3. After marriage
At the age of 19, a hundred letters were placed in a box.
Twenty-five years ago, he took Donsa to testify.
On the day of the wedding, it was true that Chen Poe-fish was having an affair, and her father took people away with a dark face and then took them abroad for treatment. Tang Sha has a real hope that the Chen Poem will be cured, at least that the mind will be restored.
She asked Chen Yu, why he was so obsessed with him.
Chen, of course, did not know, but thought about it with his chin up, and then he said, “I can’t tell you why, but I’m sure of it.” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
The marriage certificate thing, which used to be a rare texture, he thought it was nothing unusual. But the moment the red book was in hand, it smelled good.
Looks at the picture of Donsa up there and he smiles more than the old lady in the spring flower.
“Thomas is your husband, is he happy?” I’m sorry.
“…”
“I beg you to forget this.” I’m sorry.
“That could be a little hard. “Can you cook?” I’m sorry.
“Of course I will. “Tunsha looks at him so well.
Two seconds of silence: “Me too. I’m sorry.
“What are you saying? I’m sorry.
“No one hates dishes more than I do. I’m sorry.
Tang Sha smiles, he’s pretty self-aware, he’s got to say, “All things are fair, and since I’m a cook, the bowl is yours. I’m sorry.
“Donsha. “If everything is fair, then I’ll have to settle with you, and we’ll do more than just wash our dishes and cook. I’m sorry.
“If that’s true, you’ll take a lot less. I’m sorry.
“Tunsha’s hands are on his chest.” I’m sorry.
The Chen texter blinked twice, and said, “I law oil.” I’m sorry.
“…”
Donsa dropped a pillow.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
Just getting married, there’s always something not used to.
Like when Chen opened his eyes early in the morning, he felt someone lying next to him. On the top of that name, he turned his head and saw Donsa’s face.
I’m sorry.
It’s pasting.
He woke him up, and he was impatient to push, and he said, “Don’t disturb the sleep.” I’m sorry.
She was taken in her arms by Chen, with her hands around her waist, and the sound of her waking mute: “Donsha.” I’m sorry.
Donsa shouldn’t.
The tattoos had to stare at her eyelashes start counting to the end: “46.” I’m sorry.
How many did he have?
He got up to get the mirror on the table in Donsa, and he counted it, “One, six, twelve 54.” I’m sorry.
Chen put the mirror aside in a good mood and then kept staring at Donsa and watching him fall asleep again.
The second time I woke up by Donsa, and she was hugged by Chen’s mind: “You’re going to wake up.” I’m sorry.
Tang Sha noded his head for a second and suddenly yelled, “You’re…! I’m sorry.
Chen opened her eyes, a little twitched, and later, he took her to his lips and took her to Wiri, where she was close.
Chen’s hand lifts Tangsha’s hair and burys it in her neck, “It can’t be controlled. By the way, do you remember when you had your spring dreams about me in college? I’m sorry.
“..” This idiot never forgets this, does he? Tang Sha’s teeth denied: “It’s not a dream.” I’m sorry.
Not at all!
“I remember when you asked me if I had dreamt of a girl, how could I have not dreamt of a girl, and I remember it was you. I’m sorry.
“What dream? I’m sorry.
There was a shallow laugh behind the ears, and Don Shasa pupils shrunk, and a light red spread to the tip of their ears.
The lines were around her neck, and it was very softly grunting, and the sound came down, “Just like this.” I’m sorry.
“I want to wash my face.” I’m sorry.
How could Chen follow her? It was the first morning.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
Tangsha was pregnant in a spring.
Chen Yu took special leave to stay home with her.
Tang Sha began to get angry, pick and choose, torture the line all day, and then at night she regretted it again, fell into Chen’s arms and cried: “Sorry, Chen, I must be crazy.” I’m sorry.
Chen was strangled in her face and then moved around her neck, “God, I’m exhausted. I’m sorry.
When I saw him like this, Don Shaley was in a terrible state of pain, explaining, “That’s actually my second person in the daytime. I’m sorry.
She laughed at Chen: “What about you and your second personality? What about this?” Who is it, and who is the real Donsha? I’m sorry.
Don Shaquilla smiles.
“When I was on a bus, when I saw pregnant women taking their seats, I always thought it was hard for them to stand up for themselves. I’m sorry.
“So don’t apologize to me, Donsha. You’re pregnant because of me, even if I’m tired, I should, I’m even happy. You think it’s hard? I don’t think so. I’m not really scared until you’re in the delivery room in a few months. What I can do right now is to stay with you. I’m sorry.
And Chen smiled, like many years ago, and he was so cool: “I am willing.” I’m sorry.
Instead of scolding him, Tang Sha was struck by a heartline, which sounded cheesy, but the man who wrote the text was honest.
Everyone had thought that the tattoos would never change, and they were right that they were always as young as they were, that they were beautiful, that they were gentle, that they were just down for Donsha.
Such a man’s love is precious.
Tang Sha fell down and kissed him.
She knows she’ll love Chen for life.
And the tattoos.
A schoolgirl’s perspective.
Chen Taek, I’ve heard of that name.
It is said that the former student, I was older. I should have called him the senior. I can hear a few things about him when I first came to school.
Most of his assessment was that he was handsome, well-connected, extremely low-key and did nothing.
But when you know him better, you yell at him: “Ghost, the thief can play, he can play.”
Well, my impression of Mr. Chen is here, but to be honest, I’d love to meet him.
There was a post about him at the school forum, but it was all clean, and there was only one, hundreds of good, a photo, he and a girl.
The girl in the picture was tied to her shoulder, with a look like she was going to the war, and the senior raised a middle finger.
This girl, Donsha, is my sister.
There’s only one photo, there’s no paperwork, maybe they’re together, but I can’t find a trace of them.
When I saw that picture, I found out that I had seen Mr. Chen.
It’s in a chess shop in the last two years.
I noticed him at first sight, with a really rare face, with a smile, with a pink T-shirt, leaning on the chair and talking to the next person. The others lit the smoke and delivered it to him, and he shook his hand and didn’t answer it.
At the time, I thought it was rare. It’s like a group of people eating with chopsticks, and he only uses spoons.
I noticed that there was a tattoo on his wrist, pure black, and it was obvious because his skin was white.
It appeared to be my sight, and he looked at it, looked at it for two seconds, took it back and asked the next person to smoke.
He probably thinks I can’t smell smoke.
Until someone came in and called him, “Ai, Donsha comes to fuck me. I’m sorry.
So I saw him rise up with great speed and whisper.
He was running away, flipping his horns, all the time in my head.
This year, I met again with Mr. Chen and he went back to his home school. The difference is, there’s a guy around, she’s pretty, she looks funny.
It’s Donsha.
He was playing in the playground, and one accidentally hit someone. He used to smile when he saw her shoulder covered.
Then Don Sha looked at him in the face of a man who couldn’t believe it, and said, “Did you laugh like that when you hit me?” I’m sorry.
And as soon as he listened to her, he laughed even more, and said: ‘I thought I had smitten’ I’m sorry.
“It’s you who’s gonna get hit. I’m sorry.
Then I saw the chief being chased by her sister half a circle of playgrounds, older than the ones present, but the youngest, who came with the youth.
I suddenly felt that the tattoos on his wrist must have something to do with her name.
And from a distance, I saw the senior holding her in his arms and leaning down on her head, and she was still on top.
I remember the words on the photo.
It says, “It’s true.”
Chen’s always in two, always just like Donsa.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
