5. Brother seems to love the red.
My brother seems to like his face.
♪ Love you as one ♪
As soon as my mom died, my dad took the son of his late first lover home.
I hate the guy who took the nest, and when he came in, I set him up in the most extreme room, so he wouldn’t drink milk, and he wouldn’t go into the pool and I thought I had a big deal with him.
But one day, the young man gave me his red face and his family’s pasta on his neck.
“Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry.
I say, “…?”
He said, “I fear life, water, and milk. My sister was the first to consider for me. I’m sorry.
My father can’t forget his first love, even though he’s married and has a child and a divorce.
The day he picked up the summer talk, I was sitting in the window on the second floor.
Meng Yiuqiu, get down here! When I started to drink from below, I looked down and saw my dad standing by the car with a bunch of people, and next to him, a skinny boy looked at me face to face.
The boy was tall and handsome, with a beautiful sea of Liu, very white skin, light-eyed amber, wearing a white-washed school uniform, one hand in his pocket, which showed a few different ways of improving the atmosphere.
At a glance, he faded away.
Since then, I’ve had two-year-old brothers, Qingbei’s babysitting, chemical competitions, many times better than me.
I have no doubt my dad wants to throw me out for summer talk as his only child.
At the table, in the name of caring about my brother, I filled his bowl with the fish that I hated most, and declared my displeasure to my father.
When I stopped, he looked down and ate the fish.
So many little pricks, he didn’t throw up.
My dad looked at me and said, “Eat for yourself! I’m sorry.
In the presence of summer talk, he smiled at me with a smileless old father. “O Zhou, you’re part of our family from today. Are you happy with another brother? You’ll have to take care of him later. I’m sorry.
And I say with all due respect: “My cousin is so many, so is this one. I’m sorry.
My father replied with a smile: “Dad knows that you’ve always wanted to have a brother. No, I’ve brought you home a little chat. Where do you plan to live as a sister?” I’m sorry.
Huh.
When I was a kid, I was really jealous of having a baby brother who could play, and my dad wouldn’t say yes.
Besides, my mother and I are enemies, I won’t fight him!
I have a big smile, too: “Dad, my bedroom is all I use for girls. It’s not a good place to talk, can it? I’m sorry.
The sound of chopsticks hitting the china bowl.
The summer talk, which never said a word at all, finally opened up.
His voice was a young man with a few sands and a clean, beautiful sound.
“I can live in a groceries room. I’m sorry.
“How can this be? My father was the first to take a picture, and then he looked at me, and he said, “Squeeze a room with you, you’re so good, I’m afraid you’ll ruin it! Don’t worry, Uncle Meng has arranged a nice one for you. Your sister’s got too much to throw. I’m sorry.
After he had said that he would leave, it was just me and the summer talk on the table, and there were so many foods in front of him, but he ate his bowl slowly, and the sea covered his eyes, and he could not see the emotion in his eyes.
I took away all the laughs.
“Summer talk, if you don’t mind the house on the second floor.” “It’s the most remote, and the worst light.
He nods his head.
I took the glass of milk from his right hand: “You don’t have to drink it when you’re a grown-up, and I’m a blubbery and I don’t like people touching my things, and this house is all my stuff, you know what I mean? I’m sorry.
“Well, I won’t move. I’ll turn around and go.
If I can’t get the summer talk out of the way, I’ll try to keep him away from me. It’s just that I didn’t think my dad had an urgent business the day after he got home.
Before he left, my father touched my head, and his eyes were full of threats.
“If Dad comes back and finds out you’ve mistreated him, he can stop all your allowance. I’m sorry.
And then he slaps at a sweet date, and he says, “Of course, if Dad comes back to see your brother and sister having a good time together, you’ll get all the limited package you want. I’m sorry.
I’m full of it.
My dad really underestimated me. Can a couple of bags offset my natural hostility to summer talk?
The first thing I did after he left was to ban all recreational facilities in the villa from the summer talks.
Especially the pool we just built, summer talk and dogs not allowed in.
I’m here to help you enjoy your life.
I gave Chen and Uncle Liu a paid vacation, and the next day, just after light, I ran into the summer room.
I’m sure he’s still sleeping.
“Boom-boom!”
I’m shooting the name of the door called Summer Talk, and some unexpectedly, when I knocked to the third sound, the door opened and the young man’s face appeared.
He was taller than me with a head and looked down at me and turned around and let me in.
In a simple sweatshirt, Natsei was already covered and a book was spread over the desk and woke up early.
In the twinkling of the shoulder, there was a good smell of lemons in my nose.
I’ve just been in this room, and I can’t help but get a vibe.
The back room itself was cold, and I couldn’t bear to sneeze directly with the opening of a few windows.
He went to close the window without a word and returned with a jacket on his arm, which he did not wear, he hesitated to stand before me for two steps and placed his clothes on the chair.
“For me, right, thanks. I’m sorry.
I’m not being polite.
It’s too big, and it’s ordinary, and it doesn’t feel warm. Looks like we’ve had a very poor summer talk. No wonder we can’t wait to live in my house.
“What are you looking at? I know this book. I read it when I was a kid. I’m sorry.
I’d like to teach my brother a lesson from a sister’s appearance, to point out his book, but the next moment I’m going to stop. What the fuck is that? Can you talk?
The voice of summer talk with a bit of sand rings behind me.
“The Japanese version, “Roshengmen” by Katokawa Dragon. I’m sorry.
I’ve never heard the name of this writer, but I’m still not ashamed to say, “Oh, I don’t like this type of construction, and Japanese writers prefer to write “The Mistake of Man.” I’m sorry.
Two seconds of silence, the summer talk said, “Oh. I’m sorry.
He turned around and came back with a chair and a glass of water and put it in front of me.
That’s why I found this room cold. It’s space!
A bed, a table, a chair, a window, an all-a-fall depression.
I’m afraid he doesn’t know what he needs at my house. He doesn’t say my dad’s not home, and no one cares about him.
I held up a paper cup with my hands, snorted with water while I put my foot on his desk and strung his book.
And when I have turned it over, and cast it into his arms, and watched his book of love be ruined, he was not upset, and he remained humbled, with his head low, and his hands in slit pieces, as if he could level it down.
I stood up at once: “Summer talk.” I’m sorry.
He couldn’t help but look at me.
But it was just a glance, and he looked away.
I have to say that summer talks are really good-looking and school-class. One eye is so clean and lashes so thick and thick that he can look at you, and he can be soft.
But I’m not human.
“The Chen and Uncle Liu are home, and I’ll do the work in the villa? I’m sorry.
He said, “I’ll do it.” I’m sorry.
“Fine.” I hit him on the shoulder, and he instinctively ran away, and I went, “Well, it’s time to wipe the window on the second floor. I’m sorry.
He said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
So big windows, inside and out, and then I fell, and I didn’t hear a bit of discontent in his tone, and I added, “And you did the same for lunch? I’m sorry.
“Good. “It’s easy to promise.
“I’m more picky, and I have to eat a lot of nutrients for my beauty. I’ll give you the menu, you clean the windows and do it. I want to eat before midnight. I’m sorry.
The alarm clock on the table in the summer talk was still warm: “Okay.” I’m sorry.
He’s like a soft bag with no temper.
This is my first judgment of his character.
It was only later that I realized that this young man had a terrible side of paranoia and violence.
He just gave me all his tenderness.
When I finished my mission, I went back to my bedroom to eat chips, and the sun was warm on my body and I fell asleep.
I was lost and suddenly I heard a resounding noise.
I opened my eyes and looked out the window and found Natsumi standing in a courtyard on the side of a clearly dented soil with mud all over my shirt and a rag in my hand.
He looked down at his arm and tried to walk, but it was clearly painful to move a little and he had to stand still.
The sun shined on his ink hair, and the young man was green behind him, almost glowing white, standing blindly, like a helpless puppy.
“Summer, you fell down?”
I looked around half my body, and the summer talk started to look up, and the moment I saw his lips moving, he looked down like a child who made a mistake.
I saw the red on his arm coming out of his shirt.
Stupid!
Uncle Liu gave up where he couldn’t reach when he cleaned the glass.
If I hadn’t found him, and I couldn’t move myself, would I just stand there?
I turned a big white eye, pulled out the wine and gauze in the drawer, and I slipped on the bottom of my eyes when I first saw him, but then blinked to erase any emotion.
“Give me your arm.”
He didn’t do it.
I’m not happy to say, “Turn around, I’ll give you medicine, and I’ll take you to a hospital.” I’m sorry.
He still doesn’t respond like a log.
“Come on! * My patience is limited * I’m sorry.
A few seconds later, the boy opened his mouth: “Dirty.” I’m sorry.
What’s dirty? Does he hate my hands?
I pretended I didn’t understand.
I couldn’t help but appreciate the sounding of my masterpiece, and the second I looked up, the summer talk turned very quickly.
I noticed that his ears were red.
Can you move? I looked at him faceless.
He noded his head, then moved on, and I was afraid that he would break the wound once he had the force, and then a bad father would have to give me a hard time, and then he would have to take three steps and stop his way.
“Stop, you stand here and I’ll get a car to take you to the hospital. I’m sorry.
I turned and walked away and my arm was caught.
The young man’s finger was cold, and he touched me and took it away with lightning: “No hospital, no need.” I’m sorry.
He walked in front of me limping, and from time to time he held up the wall, “Go home and cook.” I’m sorry.
Now that he said so, I’m not going to make amends.
It’s not my fault he’s there anyway.
I ran back to my room, grabbed a menu full of paper, thought about it, cut a few.
I thought about it again.
Forget it, he’s sick today. Leave him alone.
I changed a piece of paper and it says a tomato fried egg.
He’ll have to.
The summer talk was good, not just for the dish, but for the red eggplant, the sweet vinegar ribs… and the steamed fish I hated.
When I eat, I’m still smiling and putting fish in his bowl.
“Eat more, you’re growing up. I’m sorry.
He said, “Hmm,” and he kept his head down and ate all the food in the bowl.
There was milk and juice next to him, but he didn’t touch it, and I choked when I watched him eat.
But it’s good, at least in his heart, to know that an outsider can’t stand up to his master’s things, and I didn’t hit him in vain.
After a very quiet meal, the summer talk consciously packed the dishes and washed them, and I looked at him without any image. The boy was wearing Chen’s khaki apron and was very serious about washing dishes and chopsticks.
How can I have a compliment on this guy?
I immediately went back to my room, and the water was thin and thin behind me.
I didn’t talk to him for the next two days, and summer talks didn’t even talk to me, so we kept him cooking and I ate the way he drew the bowl.
He always makes fish. I always pick him. I hate to yell at this guy. But when I saw his good eyes, I lost my temper.
I don’t know.
Two days later, my dad suddenly came home early.
As soon as he entered the house, he shouted, “Christ, Zhouqiu, look what I brought you!” I’m sorry.
I went out of my room right now, and the summer talks were slowly following me.
I was also worried that my father would discover the bruises on Natsayan, and I was relieved to see him wearing a tight long sleeve.
My father opened his suitcases with joy, full of books, men’s clothes, some Lego and models.
In short, nothing I like.
And my dad said, “What do you like? I’m sorry.
I turned my face in cold, and I looked at me in the summer and slowly swallowed up and said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
My father took the summer talk on his shoulder like he had the consent of his own son, and he was warmed to him, mainly asking me if I had bullied him, and after he had the negative answer, he finally turned the subject to me.
“Chou-Chou, your counselor called me and you hung up again. He hated iron and steel and said, “You’re the only one who’s dead at your age! Where do you want my face? I’m sorry.
I said, “I’m not good at math, you know, and I’m going to have to choose this specialty, but now I’m going to higher classes. Can I remember that? I’m sorry.
I was determined to throw the pot, “First, I inherited your low IQ. Secondly, you let me choose this profession instead of me, so you have half of the responsibilities. I’m sorry.
My dad was so angry he tried to whip me with a belt, he was stopped by the summer talk.
The boys are light pupils, their lips are thin, and when they talk, they come up with sweet lemons.
He said: “I am well in number, and I can teach my sister.” I’m sorry.
This is his first time calling me sister.
Not only did I choke, but his eyes were flashing for a moment.
My dad’s the only one who’s happy. It’s great that you’ll teach her a story. Uncle pays you! Twenty grand a month, do you think? No, 50 grand! Uncle gave up if you took your stupid sister! I’m sorry.
I have reasonable doubt that he was just trying to take the opportunity to talk to Summer.
I just said, “I don’t want money,” and my dad took me with him and pushed me into my room.
“I’ll have to go back to work tomorrow before it’s over. I’m so happy you and your sister can get along.” “Oh, my silly girl, learn from her! I’m sorry.
I sat on a chair with my teeth and summer talk was going through my brand-new high-number textbooks.
At this moment, I make my vow in silence. I’m talking to Summer!
I thought we were talking about summer, and I didn’t think he was really trying to teach me.
The evening wind came into the window and the curtains were moved, and the street lights in the garden were accompanied by the moonlight and the boys were shown on the glass.
The talk in the summer is slow and infrequent, but every sentence is plain and simple, and his eyes are always on the books, and my attention is not on it.
He’s got a nice skin. It’s a bad blow job.
“There’s another way out of this, you see here,” he talks about writing in this book in the summer, and he’s so cold and he’s just staring at me and staring at him.
This brother’s face is red.
I thought it was funny for some reason: “Go ahead, I’m listening. I’m sorry.
He noded his head, licked his lips, and started to figure it out.
I wonder if it’s a circulatory disease, and he learns to shine his eyes, and his eyes are full of gods, and his lips don’t even smile.
It’s only a pity that I’m not so excited about heights, even though summer talk is a good teacher, and I fall asleep unconsciously after a few turns of clockwise.
Half-dream, I heard a low sighs coming from the side.
The summer talk seemed to have put the pen down, and a moment later he got up and covered me with a blanket.
I fell asleep in the back.
It’s been a while since I’ve been around.
Ah, another remedial teacher I slept with.
I was relaxing, I was stretching out, and suddenly I saw the guy behind me with the book.
He seems to have seen me too, and the first thing he did was fall down.
“The computing steps I wrote next to, you can see them. He said, “Hey, get some rest. I’m sorry.
Summer talks put the book on my desk and slowly pushed the door away.
The books he had taken left a little bit warm, and for some reason, after the summer talks, I felt so empty.
The next day, my dad left as promised.
And before I go, I’m worried about summer and I’m sorry.
But I also know I can’t get out of school again, so I’m going back to summer talk.
It’s just that every time I get hypnotized, summer talk is a sleeping pill, and I’m sleeping well with him, even more than my high school teacher.
Summer hypnotist talk.
Chen and Uncle Liu took a month off, and my dad didn’t find out that he was really into the summer talk.
Soon, the rainy season of Yongning came, and one of the flowers in the garden was planted with my mother when she was alive, and Uncle Liu knew about it, so every rainy season he would dig it up and move it into the villa.
It was only this time that he wasn’t here, and I watched with my heart the storm, which pushed down a piece of grass in the garden, and I decided to flush myself into the garden and get the flowers back.
Wearing a raincoat, we’re going out, we’re going out, we don’t know when.
The boy stood in front of me, half a metre taller than me, and he looked at me, and his eyes were full.
I was in a hurry to reach out and push him. I’ll kill you when my flowers die! I’m sorry.
I couldn’t push him if I stood in front of him.
Then, a moment later, he said, “Is it the one with the red ribbon? I will help you.” I’m sorry.
I was surprised to see him blinking, and he looked at it, but he didn’t wait for me to say something.
I was in a hurry to run after them, but when I went out, I was driven back by this storm, and when I was restless, I came back with thick dirt in my hand.
And he was covered in all his bodies, and his wet hair was whiteter, and he showed me the bouquets he had in his arms, and his eyes were full of joy: “Look, it’s all right.” I’m sorry.
The tall, skinny boy, wearing his thin shirt, carefully protected the flower in his hands with his clothes, and the rain bead rolled down his lower line and gathered a little water at once.
I don’t know how to describe my mood at this moment, I just, really want to cry.
Thanks for the summer talk.
We planted the flowers in the flower pot together, we went to the bath in summer, and at night I was lying on the back side of my bed, thinking about today and decided to thank him.
The clock was just past 10:00. I thought he was still awake. I hesitated and finally knocked on his door.
“Shake, are you asleep?”
“Summer talk? I’m sorry.
There was no response, maybe sleep, and I groaned back and walked halfway, and I suddenly felt something wrong and went back and pushed his door.
I touched his forehead, and it was burning!
Summer talk has a fever!
I made a panic call to the hospital, and found out that the fever had been put on his head, and I brought him a few beds from my room.
I feel so guilty for what I did to him, but he’s willing to help me.
I can’t stop crying.
Summer talk, I’m wrong. I’ll be nice to you later.
I’ll clean up. I’ll cook. I’ll never bully you again.
Summer talked about losing water at the hospital all night, and that’s when my dad came back.
When he met, he frowned on his head and said, “The talk is thin.” I’m sorry.
And then turned to me, “Chou-Choo is fat. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I don’t think so.
But thanks to the fact that he bought back the two bags he had promised me earlier, and the gift he gave me for the summer talk, I was not jealous this time, and my dad was so happy.
I daren’t tell him what I did, and I didn’t mention it in the summer, and my father believed that we had a great time together and that we enjoyed each other every day.
Soon after the winter break, my school and Qingbei University were close, and my father gave me the task of sending him to school.
But even though I sent him to school, he actually sent me.
The boys were riding the bike, and I sat in the back, and the wind blew his blue uniform into a leaf, and I was walking on two legs to the entrance to the school, and he gave me the bag and I walked in.
A few times in the middle of the trip, I turned around and found out that Natsy was still standing at the door looking at me, and although he explained that he liked my school environment, something was wrong with me.
I’m starting to think it’s nice to have a brother who takes me to school, and I’m tired of eating at school, and I’m supposed to do whatever he needs.
Summer meal is still slow, and he’s like an emotional robot who meets a girl who says hello to him or wants to believe, and he’s so distant, and there’s so many beautiful women.
I’ll just be a twig, and the iron trees won’t bloom.
One day, when the summer talk picked me up from school, he says, “Sister, this Saturday at the school basketball game, do you want to see this? I’m sorry.
I didn’t think so.
Little kid’s basketball game has nothing to see.
And he was silent, and after the meeting, I couldn’t stand the weird, quiet atmosphere, and he said, “Why, you, too? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
In the summer talk, he rides the car smoothly, adding, “The teacher said he could bring his family to help himself. I’m sorry.
Although I can’t see his face behind him, I have no reason to think that it must be very promising at this moment.
“…and I’ll think about it. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say shit.
The next day, on Friday, without classes, I went to summer school to talk about it, but I went to the stairwell where he was, and I heard a couple of violent men.
“You’re a good boy. You rob old friends. I’m sorry.
“You don’t want to get mixed up. Do you know who Zhao Jia is and how dare you move my woman? I’m sorry.
“I’m gonna kick his ass. Look at him. I want to kick his ass! I’m sorry.
Is there a society like this at the Famous College where I’ve never been so imprudent by my own standard of students, but I haven’t been busy looking around, trying to turn around and suddenly hearing a familiar voice.
“Get out of my way, I’m in trouble. I’m sorry.
Summer talk?
The bells were ringing at the end of the class, and the sound of the stinging bells came into my ear with the sound of a bang over the table, and I ran into the classroom with an eccentric sound, and I saw three boys pressing the summer talk to the ground and hitting him with his collar.
At this moment, a strong fire went into my head with no control, and my fingers were shaking.
Stop it! I’m sorry.
They’re holding up. I’m looking at a piece of blue on the left face.
Anyway, he’s one of my people. What the hell are these bastards doing?
I didn’t even want to touch this face. How dare you make him look like that!
“Doggy, I have to disfigure you! I’m sorry.
I took a stool and passed it, and I put all my strength on them, madly hitting them, and they were just not responding, and they were angry with them with their arms.
A boy dragged my bench straight to my hand, and the Zun was thrown on the ground.
“Bitch! Don’t you think I don’t hit girls? I’m sorry.
“Who dares touch her!”
He stood in front of me like he was dead, and he went up with these three people in a shocking way!
This is the first time I’ve seen such a fierce summer talk.
As if he hadn’t noticed the fists on him, he just punched them in the face and punched them hard!
In particular, the boy who just yelled at me hit him, and two of them couldn’t even hold him.
There was a very quick outpouring of students who were staring at the summer talk.
I was scared, and so were the three of them. They quickly retreated out with their bloody noses and shouted, “Call the teacher, there are people crazy!” I’m sorry.
Summer talk with red eyes, many scratches on the arms, a tumultuous break in front of the forehead, and a very white skin with obscurant blues that make people look good.
I said, “I don’t want to get involved with you. The fists of the summer talk were squeezing, and the voice was low, “But you’re not going to die. I’m sorry.
His eyes were silent and there was a storm.
The men quickly fled without a trace, and I shudderedly touched the blood-stained arm, and I was so busy trying to find a sticker for him.
“I’m fine. “He seems to have recovered from his old good manners, picked up his bag on the ground, shot it, smiled at me, and said, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.
I went to the drugstore and bought iodine volts to disinfect him, and I offered rabies, and he laughed.
The first time I saw him laughing so clearly, he looked at me with his heart and his eyes bent.
Thank you, sister. I’m sorry.
I can’t help feeling his hairy head.
“There’s a sister. Don’t worry. I thought about it, and I added, “I’ll protect you later. I’m sorry.
“Good. “You protect me.” I’m sorry.
Saturday basketball game, though I was tough at breakfast, ended up there.
I broke his voice and cheered him, and summer talk didn’t go against expectations, and I managed very gently to avoid the opponent, and a couple of threes won the hall.
Young people sweated like rain on the field, the sun was stained on white shirts, basketball slammed in the air with beautiful arcs, and violent screams stood in the audience.
In the end, he led the team to a final victory with absolute superiority, and I was on my way to send him a towel, and I was shot in the back like a mountain and a sea, and I was able to hold my seat steady, and I saw a lot of girls rushing into the field and pouring out the water.
Right, even in the summer, when you don’t talk and you don’t touch people, such a brilliant young man should be a star in the middle of the stage.
I sneezed, and I broke the bottle and drank.
Some little loss.
All of a sudden, there seemed to be a stitch in the middle of the crowd, and I looked up and I saw the summer talk coming at me laughing.
He always smiles with a bit of shy, warm smile and a pear vortex in his mouth: “Thank you for cheering me up.” I’m sorry.
“When did you see me?” I’m sorry.
From the very beginning, I saw it. I’m sorry.
Then he put a towel in my neck and drank half a bottle of water in my hand, and I couldn’t stop it.
I said, “You’re hungry. Let’s go, I’ll take you to the good food.” I’m sorry.
“Okay, thanks sister. “Summer talks were very happy, and then I lifted my hand, and the temperature of my fingertips gave me a moment of numbness, and he took me out of the field like I was dreaming, until he got out of school and he took me up on his bike, and I didn’t pass.
“What do you want to eat?” His voice sounds nice.
We said, “All right, then, roast.”
“Okay, hold on. I’m sorry.
I almost leaned back and grabbed his clothes, and I felt his body shaking, and I thought this guy must have been sneezing and strangling him.
When we were eating, we still had little communication, and the summer talk was just a quiet service role, and at the end of the day he opened his eyes and said, “I’m happy that you’re here today to cheer me up. I’m sorry.
Long eyelashes covered all the emotions in the eyes of teenagers, and I was like, “Aah.”
Summer laughs, roasted beef in my bowl.
“I know, sister is the best person for me. I’m sorry.
That’s a lie.
I ate his roasted food all over my body, and the scenes of my past had slipped out of my mind, and my head was getting lower and my face was getting hot and embarrassed.
“I’m afraid of life, of water, of allergies in milk, and sister is the first person to think about for me. I’m sorry.
After the last word, he looked up at me and his eyes were bright.
But at the same time, I coughed hard.
In the summer, I ordered two tickets for the concert to take him to play. The summer talk was obviously very exciting, and I went out with me seriously.
It has to be said that his whole personality changed when he was dressed up, and that, if he had been a student with a blue temper, he now had a standard return rate of 100 per cent.
The good old Liu Hai also rolled from the middle to both sides, and the only thing that didn’t change was the smell of lemon on him, which always made me feel good.
In addition to screaming and screaming, my eyes were sore at the concert, and the first time I saw the concert was so much fun, he insisted on leaving when he noticed my displeasure.
Walking on the road, I took the yogurt he just bought me, and I said, “I’m sorry about the summer talk,” while he was protecting me from the crowd and shaking my head.
So we walked, and the night wind came with a chill, and he took his coat off and tried to put it on my shoulder, and suddenly there was a shadow in front.
I’m standing.
I went to high school together with my ex-boyfriend.
He took a look at the summer and looked at me, and said, “What a coincidence! I’m sorry.
The face of the summer talk was cold, and he put his coat on me, and he said, “The brother of Autumn.” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t know you had a brother. I’m sorry.
It was always awkward to meet old people, and I responded to them in a way, holding on to the hand of summer talk and being blocked.
He’s got a nice pair of eyes, and I was fascinated by him, and now they look at me like I’ve recovered from what I’ve been through: “You’re even more beautiful. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. You don’t have to. * I’m going to turn my head down and I’m going to take his arm from behind *
Summer talks immediately wanted to go off, but the next second.
“Let’s get back together. I’m sorry.
My heart beats the wrong beat.
He said, “I’m sorry. Let’s get back together.” I’m sorry.
The moon is beautiful tonight.
As in countless high school evening self-study sessions, he always used the booth to talk to me, and I remember the shadows out of the window hanging around his shoulder and shaking into my heart.
I waited for a moment to let summer talk wait for me.
When I went over to summer talk, I found him crouching in his arms on the side of the road, like an abandoned pup.
He’s down in the middle of the day, he’s in the face of the ground, he’s in the middle of the night, and he looks so thin.
Silly.
I ran to pull him up and put his coat back on.
The summer talks were stubbornly reluctant, and his amber eyes were blinking at me and then a smile appeared.
“Is sister with him? I’m sorry.
The sound was calm, but it was bitter.
I lifted up my chin and whispered, “You’ve heard of this man, the provincial capital and the Qingbing North, and now you’re out of the country for exchange. You’ve grown up. There’s been a lot of girls chasing him, and I can’t believe he’d wait for me.”
I have noticed that every word I say, the sight of summer talk is dark.
“So… “
I made it worse, “Of course I rejected him!” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
The summer talks were soaring, they were filled with confusion and implausibility.
“Well, he’s good, but I’m not bad for your sister,” and I slap him on the shoulder, and I say, “Why would I want to go back to the grass when I look so good?” I’m sorry.
“What do you want? I’m sorry.
And I put my hands in his head, and I gave him, “A tall, handsome man, I have to learn, I have to take care of people and listen to me…”
“Well, the throat of the summer talk moved, and the sound was a little bit dumb, “Are there any age requirements?” I’m sorry.
I’m breathing. My hands have been pulled.
His voice sounds a little dry and shivering.
“I like you, I like you, I like you since I first met you… I don’t want to be your brother. I’ll be jealous when I see other boys coming to you. I’m sorry.
For some time now, I have forced down the horns of my crazy mouth.
“Good. I’m sorry.
The moon witnessed that I took a boy’s first kiss.
In order to avoid my father’s madness, we agreed to keep it a secret for a while.
I’m still going out with Summer, but I’m not going out in parallel, and I’m going to go out on dates.
It’s just that our secret affair was soon discovered by my dad.
The reason was that he cleaned up his summer session room and found his diary.
Clear and powerful, and a thick book, full of what is in his heart.
My father sat silently on the couch, and he only called me, and I turned my hand over the diary of the summer talk, so I couldn’t help but wonder.
“Ah-chul is very kind to me, and she has always taken care of me, and I swear to God I will protect her with my life. I’m sorry.
“I’m very resistant to contact other people, except for my sister. I’m sorry.
And down, the wind changes.
“Today, I saw Zhouqiu greeting her classmates, and I admitted I was jealous. I’m sorry.
“In that moment, I really wanted to steal her from me, to speak to me, to laugh at me but I couldn’t. I’m afraid she’s angry. I’m afraid she’s ignoring me. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t like to eat fish before, but after the fall, it was very good. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
And, occasionally, the writings of the dance–
“I only want one of you. Is that too much? I just want you to stay with me. I’m sorry.
“Dreamed her again last night. It’s funny how I still can’t look at you in my dreams. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
On the last page of the diary, and the night we established our relationship, there was only a simple line of words on the paper.
“I closed my eyes to darkness, and I saw you, and you were there in the light. I’m sorry.
And We closed our eyes, and tried to crush the bitterness of my heart, and he loved me long ago. But I always overtook him, and I threw him to my heart in the earth, in cold blood.
“You talk to Summer. Are you really together? I’m sorry.
I nod my dad in red.
He didn’t talk.
It took him a long time to groan and stand up and walk.
“Dad, you can’t talk to Summer! “I hastened to stop him for fear that he might harm the summer talk.
However, my dad looked at me like I was retarded, “What am I gonna do with him?” I should thank him for taking this stupid daughter for me! I’m sorry.
And then my dad started to count the mistakes I had since I was a kid, and then he had a good, good summer talk, and at the end his voice was a little suffocating.
“Autumn, Dad knows that Dad has always been sorry to your mother and son, even though your mother has been trying to play a good father and a good husband all these years, but I know that it’s all out of guilt because of Dad’s heart, he’s given it to her. I’m sorry.
My father whispered, “Daddy’s life has been a failure, he’s a young man who doesn’t know his heart, he’s old enough to make amends, but he’s already hurt two women at the same time.” All he wants is for you, you talk to him, and don’t go back to his old age, and go after him when he’s in love. I’m sorry.
Dad! “I can’t help but cry into his arms.”
With my dad’s support, I finally turned my summer talk from underground love to war, and he was embarrassed to change his words from “Uncle Mon” to “Dad”.
By the time he reached the legal age of marriage, we took the certificate.
And now I’m able to make this face my yearring.
Thank my dad for bringing me home a husband.
Author: Gin Gwang
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Document number: YX01YM5NJy75Y4NVP
Published in 2022-04-11 14:27 Prohibition of Reproduction
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