34. Don’t forget the cute ones.
Don’t forget the cute ones.
I just want to work as a girl.
There’s a ghost in my rental room.
I was lying in bed, I didn’t want to get out of bed, and the devil cried out:
Turn off the lights. I’m sorry.
A weak voice rings:
“I dare not, I fear the dark. I’m sorry.
One.
I found a cheap house. The landlord saw me as a little girl.
“Girl, this house is not clean. So, you add another 500, I’ll give you another one. I’m sorry.
Thinking about the balance, I waved:
“No, I’ll just clean up. I’m sorry.
She had a weird face.
“I’m talking about ghosts in that house. I’m sorry.
I pulled the distance and turned the rent around:
“I’m going to buy a broom. I’m sorry.
The house is a mess, at least for six months.
It’s hard to clean up and lie down.
The landlord’s words echo in my ears.
There are ghosts in this house.
I’m trying to say:
“At? Turn off a light?”
No, I’m relieved. I’m about to turn off the light.
A strange sound rang:
“No, I’m afraid of the dark. I’m sorry.
I stopped.
The landlord was right. Ghosts, cowards.
I’m in a hurry to get back under the covers and I want to see where it is.
Turn around and see nothing.
“I’m behind you. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stand to go back, I just saw my covers above, with a white ribbon.
It’s like it’s shaking.
I had the guts to pull the ribbon, and the ribbon was so loosely and so badly in my hand.
I’ve got eyes on that one:
Try again!
A wind passed through the wrist, the ribbon was pulled and floated again in the air.
Yeah, it’s a good ghost.
“What’s your name, kid? I’m sorry.
“I forgot. I’m sorry.
Was it too long? I’ve been thinking for a while.
“Let’s call it Forget.” I’m sorry.
Ever since I knew there was a ghost in the rental house, my life has become amazing.
“Forgot, come and eat. I’m sorry.
A ribbon floated across the table and he probably sat down.
I handed him the chopstick, he didn’t answer.
“I want a bun from North Street. I’m sorry.
I haven’t heard of this place on North Street.
“Where?”
I pull out the map, “You mean. I’m sorry.
The ribbons wander around on the map.
“I forgot. I’m sorry.
I smiled, and I was careful to pull the ribbon:
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you some buns tomorrow. I know there’s a place where the buns are delicious. I’m sorry.
I forgot to be so cute. I subconsciously thought of him as a little friend.
“Thank you, sister. I’m sorry.
I forgot. I wasn’t home during the day. He didn’t take that ribbon.
But every time I get back from work, a ribbon jumps at me.
“Come on, your bun. I’m sorry.
The bun was taken by the little guy and put on the table.
“Sister, eat first.”
I couldn’t help but eat when I got back.
I pick up chopsticks and I send them in my mouth.
“How’s it going, sister? I’m sorry.
It’s a bit of a rush to forget, the first time a ghost eats a bag, and it’s normal to rush.
“It’s delicious, you too.”
Floating ribbons resting:
“Did the sister remember anything? I’m sorry.
Think about what? Think about it.
I didn’t feed the cat downstairs today. I’m sorry.
I touch the ribbon:
“I’ll go down first. Wait for my sister. I’m sorry.
“No way!”
I took my feet back.
It’s strange to forget.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Think again, think more. I’m sorry.
It’s like forgetting a unique sound echoes in the house, but I really don’t remember anything.
“What, you remind me. I’m sorry.
“You said you wouldn’t forget. I’m sorry.
The ribbon fell from the air, fell on the ground, dead.
“What? I’m sorry.
The kid got mad. I got to go downstairs and feed the cat, and then I ran up.
“I forgot, right?”
The ribbon that fell on the ground didn’t answer me.
I forgot I didn’t show up for days and didn’t respond.
I suspect he’s gone, looking at the ribbons on the table, a bit depressed.
I thought we’d never see each other again until I opened the door and saw the outside…
Two.
There was a small flower at the door, in all its forms, and there was dew on it.
A little daisy floating in the air, shaking, forgetting, he’s back.
If I remember correctly, it’s in the flowerpot of the landlord’s aunt across the street.
“Come in. Where have you been?”
Little daisies swayed towards me and he held me.
“Is your sister unhappy?”
Of course I’m glad he’s back with the daisies.
When I put the flowers in the doorway, the door was knocked.
It’s the landlord.
She came in and looked around the house.
“Girl, how are you? I’m sorry.
If I’m out of my mind, she comes up and laughs:
“No 500, just 400. I’ll get you another room. I’m sorry.
I refused and sent her to the door.
“No, really, there’s nothing in this house. I’m sorry.
She won’t stop.
“350 is fine. I’m sorry.
I was about to say no, and the landlord was shivering behind me.
I forgot to hold a bunch of flowers, just floating in the air.
“Does this flower look good?”
The landlord got scared and I didn’t say anything about changing the room.
Mostly about how to exorcise a ghost. I’m a little funny. I went back to “Thank you, no.”
She said, “Take the flowers and be happy.”
I told him to forget, and he said he won’t pick the flowers.
I forgot to like buns. All kinds of buns.
He can’t eat, always let me eat for him.
He asked me to mark the nearby shop, he wanted to eat.
Every time he finishes a place, he asks me if I remember anything.
Every time I say no, really no.
“Sister, we met when we were kids. I’m sorry.
But I was an orphan, and I couldn’t forget when I was a kid.
He tied the ribbon to his hand and looked at the buns over and over again.
“But sister, you said you wouldn’t forget. I’m sorry.
I really forgot.
I forgot I liked following me to the park, and I put ribbons on my hands and the other end on him like a kite.
Every time he passed his parents with his children, he stopped and looked.
Ask me:
Sister, do you miss your parents? I’m sorry.
I don’t want to. I’m an orphan.
He was quiet for a while, and then he grabbed my hand and said his parents would love me.
Then tell me about him and his mom and dad going to the park and he fell into the pond.
He’s been out there a long time. He likes to stick to me.
For example, I just got on the company bus today, and there’s a flower swinging over the empty space ahead.
He looked at the Cube on my desk, played with it every day, or brought me flowers.
He said he wouldn’t take it off, little liar. The landlord’s aunt had to send me another message.
I was just about to say that Mussan is here.
Mussan is the boss’s daughter, multi-skilled, beautiful, but a romantic brain.
I’m not dealing with her.
When she came towards me with her coffee, I filmed the Cube, and she forgot to play.
He whispered:
“Hmm-hmm. I’m sorry.
The coffee was put on the table, a little hard, it was spilled on the table.
“Mrs. Xie, have a cup of coffee after all this work. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, but it’s bad for coffee at work, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
All my colleagues are whispering, all they can do is talk about Mussan’s pursuit of a male god.
I did reject it. It was a scum.
He was engaged to two boats.
But I can’t explain it to Mussan. She’s in love.
“Sam, don’t bother her. It’s not her. I’m sorry.
Mussan turned his head and looked at him.
Quiet, everyone.
“What, who sent you such ugly flowers. I’m sorry.
“Do you mind?”
“Of course I don’t care. I’m just asking if anyone has a bad taste, you don’t have to worry about chasing a girl. I’m sorry.
She’s got white flowers she forgot to pick this morning.
I’m busy taking over and looking around.
Without ribbons, I can’t see where I can’t remember, but the reduced Tesseract is broken.
Forget being angry.
“Ah, that’s a big response. No one likes you. You don’t want what my god gave you.” I’m sorry.
“Forget? Forget? I’m sorry.
# Frightening my heart, I whispered #
“Forgot? How could I forget? Why would a man like you forget? I’m sorry.
She stomped, took her coffee and spilled a little more on my desk.
Our colleagues are still discussing it, and there are all kinds of voices, but there is nothing I want to hear.
A little white flower swayed by the window.
“Forget?”
The sound of soft stings rings:
Sister, I’m here.
I gave him the white flowers on the table, and now they’re two.
“Tell me, what was that? I’m sorry.
Two small flowers sway:
“Sister, I want the bracelet. The bad woman has it. I’m sorry.
Boys don’t wear bracelets.
I shot the white flower:
“What, you don’t like buns on North Street anymore? I’m sorry.
He paused:
“Backs too, but bracelets, that’s my mother’s. I’m sorry.
And forget how long he hasn’t heard about his family, but a ghost.
“My parents love me, and so do you. I’m sorry.
The kid had a sweet mouth. I bought him a marshmallow from work.
So a big marshmallow in his hand, he said it was a good day.
3
Forget being found by another ghost.
And to protect him We left him at home, and commanded him not to pick up the flowers of the landlord.
But when I came home to open the door, I saw two ribbons floating in the air.
“Forgot, where did you get two ribbons? I’m sorry.
Forget about not answering me.
It’s true that the ribbon on the left moved a little bit, and the thing that swayed was to forget.
I watched with vigilance the other ribbon:
“Who are you?”
One ribbon pulled another ribbon down.
“You told him to forget? It doesn’t matter. He’s been wandering around with me for over a decade. I’m sorry.
“Sister, I won’t go, I won’t…”
It’s not over yet. Forget it.
I was in a hurry before I touched the ribbon, and he went a little further away.
When I chase, when he floats, I can’t catch him.
No way, I stopped.
“Why take him away?”
“The ghost can’t live with human beings. It’s easy to die. Besides, he won’t live long. I’m sorry.
It’s easy to understand.
I forgot to shake the ribbon and said I didn’t want to go.
“Forget it. Why don’t you go to life? I’m sorry.
He knew me when his parents died and he kept saying we’d met before, so…
“So, now only you can help him. I’m sorry.
I didn’t get it, the ribbon got me.
It was strong, it was dizziness, and I fell down.
4
I’ve finally seen the way I’ve forgotten, more lovely than I thought.
Seven or eight-year-olds, tied to ropes and glued to their mouths, saw me awake, full of joy, and fell down.
There are such children around, men and women, all of which reveal fear.
We’re kidnapped.
“Be quiet, there’s more of you there. I’m sorry.
The car was banged, the iron skin struck and several children cried silently.
I tried to remember when I was seven or eight years old and I didn’t remember being kidnapped.
All I know is that the ceremonial director of the orphanage told me that my parents were both dead and an orphan, and that when they were brought to the orphanage they did not remember anything.
I didn’t find any memories of that time. Maybe that was the abduction.
What about forgetting? Did he die in this kidnapping?
It was glued on my mouth, and I forgot.
He nodded and moved next to me.
The vehicle had been inverted for a long time, kidnapping so many children and an organized trafficking attempt.
Wait till the kids cry and the car stops.
The dark and small cars saw light.
Don’t move. Follow me. I’m sorry.
Two adults, one left, one right around us.
I remember this place, it’s a wasteland in the suburbs.
We were taken inside.
A group of villagers blocked the village and saw us coming.
Traffickers talk to them. I don’t understand.
“Sister, help me.”
He forgot to shout, and he was caught by a big man, with his little white arm strangling red marks.
I see a slap coming down.
I covered up the forgetful mouth in front of him.
The slap was stopped.
“Son of a bitch, how can you sell money if you break it? I’m sorry.
We were pushed in by traffickers.
5
The people in the village are picking out children, child brides, sons, or whatever.
I forgot to be seen by a family that did not have a boy.
He dragged me together, we were sold together, 100,000.
Next, they chained our hands and feet.
The sound of a man hitting a woman came out of the next room, screaming out loud, forgetting to keep leaning towards me:
“Sister, I’m afraid.”
I put my hand on him, and the chain rings.
The man came in angry and gave us a hand.
Forget it, it’s red.
When the man left, he told me:
“Sister, I haven’t hurt in a long time. I’m sorry.
Men go out every day, leaving only the woman and the girl who never had a boy.
Two of them brought us rice.
“Eat, he’ll come back and you’ll be beaten. I’m sorry.
The dean told me when he was seven or eight.
A group of traffickers do wander around the orphanage.
The orphanage will protect us well, and I never knew they were so rampant.
The door was opened, the little girl.
“Can you take me out? I’m sorry.
The little girl looked at me like the kid I saw in the orphanage.
The woman then came in with the key.
She lay down, touched me and forgot her head:
“You shouldn’t be here. I’m sorry.
She took out the family and took the key and opened the chain.
She grabbed my arm.
“Can you get her out of here? I’m sorry.
Little girls look a little surprised at women.
We agreed.
The women sent us out three times.
The last time the girl was transported, she was stopped.
The villagers were vigilant, stopped her and asked what was in her car.
They’re about to fight. Women are busy explaining, they don’t believe.
The little girl’s quiet.
“Uncle, let’s go get Dad. I’m sorry.
That’s when men let go.
“It’s been years since I’ve eaten. I’m sorry.
When I pulled them out of the village, the women stayed.
She looked far to town:
“Please, just go out and call this phone and somebody will save you.” I’m sorry.
She put a note in my hand.
The wrinkled note written the writing of the show.
She walked along that rugged road with a limp.
Go to the house that was scolded, go to the house where chains and wooden sticks were everywhere.
I don’t know what’s gonna happen to her, and I can’t think.
Most of those years of information about trafficking had been tragic for both men and women.
I had to take them both away.
Six.
I forgot to hold my hand a little bit shaking:
“Sister, she’ll die. I’m sorry.
He said the woman left behind.
The little girl let go of my hand.
I thought she was on her way back to find her mother and was about to persuade her.
She smiled:
“If you don’t run, I’ll run.” I’m sorry.
I pulled the hand I forgot, softly appeased:
“Forgot to save her, and come with me if you want. I’m sorry.
He nodded and took my hand.
We’ll follow the hill’s path, the little girl leads the way.
The little girl moves fast and runs like a smart monkey.
She has hardly been out of the village but remembers the way out.
Even at the left and right corner.
I can’t help but wonder.
Just as she precisely pointed to the next right.
I stopped and interrupted:
“How do I remember not going like this? I’m sorry.
The little girl’s a little panicky, and she’s holding on to me, or she’s got the guts:
“You haven’t been out, can you? I’m sorry.
She’s lying.
Maybe the little girl didn’t come out of the village, but she must know how to bring us into a trap.
If they catch me again.
Not only did I forget, even that crippled woman will never get away with it again.
“So, how do you turn the next intersection? I’m sorry.
She’s right:
“Of course it’s right. I’m sorry.
I’m gonna run when I forget:
“You’re wrong. You can’t walk at the next intersection. Ghost. I’m sorry.
The little girl had to be beaten.
She’s coming at us. She’s in a bad mood.
I don’t understand.
There were few people on the hill road and it was rare to meet an old man.
He’s just ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
7
I forgot to break my knee.
We’re gonna run around, and we’re gonna be chased by a little girl, and he’s gonna shake my hand:
“Sister, you go first. I’m a ghost. Ghosts don’t die. I’m sorry.
Idiot, it’s only when you die that you become a ghost.
I see, that’s the knot of forgetting.
He waited for more than 10 years and refused to be born because of this trafficking.
“Go, sister, stay here, you’ll die. I’m sorry.
I forgot to cry, and blood came down on my knees and tears came down on my cheeks.
I stood up and pushed hard at the little girl that came up.
She fell on the ground, continued to climb up and came at me.
“Don’t you want to save your mother? Don’t you want to get out? I’m sorry.
She’s holding on. She’s got a bit of an expression, and then she’s like, like, like, something.
“You’re all lying to me. You’re all liars. I’m sorry.
She came up again, and I pushed her off the cliff, and I couldn’t see her body, and her hand was shaking.
I’m a little grotesque, and I’m kind of twirling towards forgetting.
I forgot to pull my clothes off and just wrapped my knee.
“Sister, don’t worry, she’s not dead. I’m sorry.
I’m suffocating.
We finally got out of the village and borrowed the phone.
I got a call. I said I’d come and get us.
Then I called the police.
I forgot to pull me and took me to a bungalow:
“Sister, this is the bun on North Street. I thought you wouldn’t forget. I’m sorry.
He limped and replaced his body with two buns.
“Sister, you eat.”
Ten years ago the buns ate differently.
This time, I won’t forget.
I forgot to be happy.
“Ten years I’ve been eating buns with my sister. I’m sorry.
Forget it, it’s pretty. It’s a rich family.
“Forget it, just go back to life, okay? I’m sorry.
It’ll be happy to be born again, like forgetting such a lovely child.
He didn’t answer, he ate the buns in his hand.
8
The woman’s family is coming, let’s lead the way towards the hill.
I forgot that I was smart enough to take my hand and lead the way.
As soon as we were near the village, there were verbal attacks inside.
It’s that woman. Our escape was found.
The woman’s father was anxious and headed for the village.
A group of villagers came and stopped us from entering.
“Go away. I’m sorry.
It’s all old people who say I don’t understand.
But they’re pleading.
The old people were run over and forgot to hold my hand a little tight.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Can I not live?”
I pinched his face:
“Of course not. I’m sorry.
The house with the screams was hit.
A man with a stick with a thick arm hit a woman.
The little girl lying next to her was crying.
When I saw us coming up, she came at me:
“It’s all you, and it’s your fault.” I’m sorry.
She was stopped and knocked out.
The man got scared, kicked a woman in the foot and walked towards us with a stick:
“You’re fucking coming again? I’ll let you run. I’m sorry.
I forgot to drag me behind and cover my eyes:
“Sister, don’t look.”
I’ve lived for 20 years, and that’s nothing to be afraid of, I’m a little funny.
“But I can hear you. I’m sorry.
He was a little restless and moved his hand to my ear:
“The sister doesn’t listen. I’m sorry.
Cute.
I covered my eyes:
“Well, I can’t hear or see. I’m sorry.
Men had been trafficking for years and a stick had hit many people.
He was beaten to the ground.
When we called the police again, the sirens sounded in the small village.
The elderly at the village entrance were not stopped, and the police were carrying young people from the village who had been trafficked into a police car.
Thank you, sister. I’m sorry.
The police took us to the city.
Many of the children were trafficked on this road, and at this point they were somewhat confused.
I remember the knot of forgetting.
“Let’s go back to life, okay? I’m sorry.
He picked me a little flower on the side of the road and ran.
I forgot to laugh. It looks good.
The wind passed, and he said:
“I can’t leave my sister. I’m sorry.
9
I ran towards him, and I told him to take care of the knee.
He smiled and said yes.
But the next minute, he fell off the cliff.
Everyone next to me goes through, one by one.
I’m standing there, waiting for something.
But there’s a bad feeling going on.
I’ve been here a long time, looking at the flowers on my hands.
Forget it was found, body.
I saw forget parents.
As I thought, a rich family, very gentle people.
They cried a lot next to the bodies they forgot.
I saw the bracelet. It was in the hand of Mussan.
It’s on the wrist of my mother, and it’s full of light.
A month later, the forgotten father died in a car accident and his mother committed suicide.
10
I bounced up.
Open your eyes and see two ribbons floating around.
“Sister, stop crying, flowers.”
The flowers floating in the air are still watered and have just been picked up in the garden of the neighbor.
I picked up the flowers and pulled the tape:
“Why jump?”
The ribbons were drifting back.
Come here with the ribbon next to him.
“The established facts are immutable and he must die at that point. I’m sorry.
“How did he die? I’m sorry.
The ribbon floated, forgot to go out the window.
When he forgot to go out, he said:
“He was rescued and you were taken back and pushed off the cliff by the traffickers who were in it.
“It didn’t come back. I’m sorry.
The house that just shined into the sun was cold enough to keep people cold.
“So his parents died at that point? Can’t be…”
I’d like to see if I can save his parents.
I can see my intentions.
“Thou shalt persuade him of the established truth, and his strength shall be difficult to change. I’m sorry.
I’ll see you in a week.
And then I forget I’ll be willing to follow him.
I didn’t come in until I fed the cat and put the flowers in it.
“Does my sister want me to be born?”
“Of course, you were born with another lovely baby. I’m sorry.
I’ll be born in seven days. I’m sorry.
He heard our conversation and he’s been hiding out.
I forgot to see his parents.
At the cemetery.
I knew his name when I forgot my parents died.
Mama Yee Wing, Daddy Wise.
I forgot to call Gu Xuan.
I forgot to float in front of the grave, with a flower in my hand, and the milk said I miss them.
He put a field on the ground:
“Mom and Dad, I’ll be there soon. I’m sorry.
Forget I don’t want to be born, let me take him to play.
I took him to the haunted house.
He laughed, grabbed a white blanket and scared NPC to scream.
I took him to Food Street, and a sandwich was halfway in the air and he handed it to me.
He said it was good.
I took him to the roller coaster, and he dragged me to nowhere.
I fell on a dog and chewed dirt.
It’s not long. My vacation’s over.
The boss called me to get to work.
Say what this company doesn’t have to do. Come and be exploited.
I forgot to walk away with a little ribbon.
I just turned on the work computer, and Mussan stepped on his heels.
I consciously looked at the bracelet in her hand.
After more than a decade, it’s still so nice.
Apparently, it was forgotten and seen that the little ribbon had already reached Mussan.
“Sheik, why don’t you take these days off and go on a date with the gods behind my back? I’m sorry.
I don’t understand how charming he is to be on my leave.
“How is that possible?”
Mussan has a fine face, but that face is so familiar.
“Yay! What is it?”
The ribbon was wrapped in the hand of Mussan and forgot to want the bracelet.
“Forget it, come back. I’m sorry.
Mussan took the ribbon and threw it on the ground in anger:
“Sheik, the man turned you down and pretended to be a ghost. I’m sorry.
Her face is a little twisted, I remember.
That’s what the little girl who led us into the trap looked like.
Hatred, discomfort.
And her face is so similar to that of the little girl.
Mussan ran away.
“Forget it, take it.”
I brought him a new ribbon and picked up the one on the floor and put it in the bag.
“Remember that sister? I’m sorry.
He loved the new tape, which had some raisins and shivering on his hands.
“She’s the bad woman that led us into a trap. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, bad woman. I’m sorry.
I forgot to float by the bed at night, with white ribbons hanging by the bed.
It looks like a ghost to me.
“Forget it. It’s tomorrow. Ready? I’m sorry.
Forget about not returning me, probably asleep.
Eleven.
Forget it and disappear, but today is the day he was born.
The ribbon was loosely attached to the bed, and the flowers in the vase were not changed.
I thought the ghost took him out early.
But at noon, the ghost came to me.
“He’s gone? I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
“I knew it. I’m sorry.
“So can you find him? I’m sorry.
“Can’t. I’m sorry.
Ghosts say there are many ghosts that have been caught, and he doesn’t hope he can.
Forgetting that for more than a decade, he was extremely smart and learned to take his breath away.
The usual ghosts are not gonna find him.
“This time he asked me to help you remember the past. I’m sorry.
He seems to have forgotten the ribbon he seized:
“Why not?” His heart is broken, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
Thinking of his heart, not his parents, not mine.
There was that little girl and her mother.
It’s Mussan and her mother.
Thinking of the bracelet that Mussan had, I pulled the ribbon:
“Mr. Ghost, come with me. I’m sorry.
I made the company’s car and got the boss’s tweet in it.
He told me not to go to work.
I asked why he avoided talking.
In his head again, Mussan said his father fired me.
The boss isn’t such a character.
Muhammad must have remembered something.
And forget it must be at the company.
“Mr. Ghost, what would he do if he forgot what he wanted? I’m sorry.
I haven’t adapted to the feeling of being carried by ribbons in the air. Mr. Ghost threw up.
When we got to the office, Mussan was standing at the door:
“You’ve been trafficked. I’m sorry.
He finally stopped asking me questions about her god, and I’m grateful.
“Yes, you too. I’m sorry.
“Follow me. I’m sorry.
She took me to the elevator and stopped on the 12th floor.
“Dad, Shefmy is here. I’m sorry.
The usual serious boss stands up and wants to shake my hand.
It’s a big exaggeration of my ability to do my job.
He didn’t even remember he just fired me.
“Boss, have you forgotten?”
“You mean the ghost? There. I’m sorry.
I looked in the direction of his finger.
I forgot to leave the bracelet with Mussan.
When I came, I put down the bracelet and ran towards me.
You know I can’t see, and I cut a green tree in my office.
Sister, what are you doing here?
Pounced, green leaves trembled.
“Don’t you promise me you’ll be born today? I’m sorry.
“But didn’t sister forget me too? I’m sorry.
This kid’s a bad learner. I don’t know how to answer.
“Sheik, take him with you. This month’s pay is on your card. I’m sorry.
“Boss…”
“You know, my wife is a little bit in conflict with this, and neither of us dared to bring it up in front of her. I’m sorry.
Think of the woman who was crippled, the handwriting of the hand show and the clear eyes.
Trafficking was the biggest disaster of her life.
“I understand. Can I see her? I won’t say anything. I’m sorry.
Forget to pull my clothes and signal him to go too.
The boss was suffocating, looking at the eccentric Mussan:
“Take Sheik to your mother. I’m sorry.
Mussan picked up the bracelet on the table and took us to her house.
She was waiting at the door. She saw me.
“Sam, who is this?”
” Aunt, I’m Sam’s friend and I’m here today to have fun. I’m sorry.
Women are elegant and lead us in.
“I’m glad San San has friends like you. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, auntie, can we have a moment alone? I’m sorry.
Mussan shot the woman’s shoulder and walked outside.
There’s only me and Mr. Ghost in the room.
“You’re alive, I’m glad I came to you that year, and I couldn’t find you. Thank you for saving me and Sam. I’m sorry.
Auntie doesn’t look so good, she coughs twice when she says two words.
“Aunt, you remember. I’m sorry.
Auntie put the bracelet in my hand:
“Remember, when Anne’s parents died, I did everything I could to get this bracelet, and now you’re the best. I’m sorry.
She turned around and looked next to me:
I’m sorry I missed you. I went to see your parents. They’re so proud of you. I’m sorry.
Forget to pull me, don’t know if to talk.
She’s the first living person to see forget.
I nodded my head and forgot the sound that sounded:
” Aunt, I forgot to miss you too, hug. I’m sorry.
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When I got out of Mussan’s house, I asked Mr. Ghost:
“Can he be born now?”
Mr. Ghost has a leaf:
“Thank you, Miss, pick up the bracelet.
“Follow me. I’m sorry.
Why me?
“He said he wanted you to send him away so he would remember you when he was born. I’m sorry.
“Yes, sister.”
I forgot to stand in the middle, with a white ribbon on my wrist and a little white flower.
I took the bracelet and stood with him.
“Follow me. I’m sorry.
Mr. Ghost, I read, I forgot to follow.
The petals were floating in the air, and the plumes fell on the ground, and they were disappearing.
And finally, the white ribbon floated.
Forget it’s gone.
Mr. Ghost came up and the green leaves moved with the wind.
He asked me:
“Do you believe in fate? I’m sorry.
“I believe. I’m sorry.
He let the leaves go by the wind.
The last sentence was brought to my ear:
“He believes too. I’m sorry.
I went to the cemetery again.
I forgot to set up a grave next to his parents.
Gu Xuan.
I told him a long time that day.
Tell him to stop picking flowers. It looks good on the other side, but it’s public property.
If you want a bun, call me and I’ll get you a burn on North Street.
Finally, come on.
I’ll wait for you up there.
I told you, if I’d seen such a good boy, I’d never forget it.
The landlord came to me and sent her flowers directly to me.
The flowers are very well grown, each of them is beautiful, forgetting how much they love the bouquet, and there are a few flowers that come back every time.
“Was that ghost in a bad mood and didn’t come to pick up the flowers? I’ll bring it to you. Don’t get tired of him. I’m sorry.
“Thank you auntie. Maybe a cat caught it. I’m sorry.
“What happened to the cat lately? I’m sorry.
“This cat may forget. I’m sorry.
“Good, then I’ll go. I’m sorry.
I forget I’ve been away for years and I’m still living in that rental house.
I bought it.
Aunt Landlord didn’t want me to change the house.
She smiled and said she gave me a discount.
And Mussan stopped talking about her male god, and she was very different, and she started studying abroad, and it was hard to see me.
But it’s hard for me not to play with her.
Auntie is getting better and she learns to rehab and tries to get up.
I went to the park where I forgot to buy marshmallows.
There’s been a big change in the park, with parents holding children everywhere.
I can’t help looking.
If he forgets, he will take my hand and ask:
Sister, do you miss your parents? I’m sorry.
He’ll tell me the story of falling into the pond.
“Sister, you want some marshmallows? I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“Sister, you’re beautiful. I’ll buy you marshmallows. I’m sorry.
Three or four-year-old boy hit me in the leg with a big marshmallow in his hand.
One bite and most marshmallows are gone.
“Sister? Let’s go get marshmallows. I’m sorry.
I didn’t move. He stopped:
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Guys, what’s your name? I’m sorry.
He’s embarrassed to grab the back of his head:
“Forget?”
“I forgot. How could I forget? I’m sorry.
When I cried, he put marshmallows in my hand:
“Sister, my name is Guo An Fu, don’t forget. I’m sorry.
No, no, no, no, no.
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ABO for ordinary people.
I just want to work as a girl.
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Keep your eyes on the road.
