2. Daytime prisoners
The day prisoners are gone.
♪ Love you as one ♪
Thank you.
The first time I saw it was in the center park of F-town. She pushed Grandpa’s wheelchair to feed the pigeons in the square. He talked to his grandfather with a good smile, with a long hair spread over his waist, full of gentle young girls.
“It’s a little late, it’s a nice kid,” Grandpa smiled, “You make a friend with her.” I’m sorry.
I nodded my head, and then I knew her all day, and I often saw her when I pushed Grandpa to the park.
And at dusk, she sat on the swing, with her head down and her legs shaking, and she said to me, “I am the only one who understands me. I’m sorry.
But if she had gone too far, We said, “I am also your friend.” I’m sorry.
She smiled, she didn’t talk.
Late suicides have been reported from outside, as her reorganised family has severely repressed her and died of depression.
But she never told me that I only realized from one day on that day that she was darker every day than the day before, sometimes sitting in a bench and suddenly crying. Only once in a while with Grandpa did the pale face smile.
It rained the day Grandpa died. The old man’s legs are inconvenient and he’s been sick, he’s always had joint pains in the rain, he’s been shaking everywhere and he won’t call me.
When she arrived at the hospital, she had tears on her face, mixed with rain from the drops of hair, and was in a state of shock.
She fell and went to her grandfather, and then she cried over the bed covered in white cloth and her voice broke.
I’ve cried silently, and I can only try to consolate myself. I can feel that Grandpa is her spiritual pillar and they comfort each other. I want her to be happy, at least for Grandpa.
But not a month later, he killed himself.
I hadn’t seen her for a long time and guessed if something had happened to her, so I ran to her house and knocked her door crazy.
The door was opened by a woman with a very soft face, with her eyelids bending and asking me who I was, and she came to find me late, and she was a little bit surprised, and she let me in.
“This is her room,” she opened a door to me and then leaned over it and looked at me with some sadness, “She left six months ago, if you want to see her, I can give you the location of the cemetery.” I’m sorry.
Just leave quietly and leave me alone.
I’ve been standing in her empty room for a long time and it’s gonna get dark.
There was no habit of keeping a diary at night, nor did it leave any trace. But I can’t stop thinking about it.
Why did she die? Why did everyone leave? Was it my fault? I can’t do anything?
It is painful, desperate, as if the spiritual world had been dug up in a great hole, with a gruesome, empty tear. I don’t even have the right to hate. I don’t even have the reason to confess to the tombstone. Because no one left me anything, and they even stingyly prepared me.
I finally realized that the lateness might not have been due to the tremendous depression that the family had given her. The woman who opened the door for me was gentle, and the late to the room was clean, there was no dust on the desk, everything was packed.
Maybe I could have, but Grandpa died and she didn’t want to.
The day he left town, Fan onion himself picked me up. She spoke unkindly to me, but there was nothing left of me.
For love, I’m not asking.
The first time I saw Don Chow-chul in that hot summer, I was 19.
She stood obstinately next to the white-skinned man, dressed in a white summer dress, with a soft, soft-sweet tone of her mouth, and looked like a soft and harmless little rabbit.
Van Onion touched her head and said she was a good girl, but I saw her sneaky and loose fists, and I only found them funny, so I left faceless and let him scream behind me.
She was merely telling me, with her twisted, ugly teeth and claws, that she hated the blood of my family that was flowing from my bones, and let me die, but never be too happy. She did everything she could to avenge her family’s suffering.
Then I managed to leave her without any support from Fan. She became angry, and the white-skinned man and his hypocritical daughter were the ways she disgusted me.
The hypocritical girl cried like a late night, but I knew very well and was so different.
She cried silently at night, and there was nothing but sorrow in her eyes, as if the world could not understand her, and that everyone had betrayed her, so she never opened her mouth, so that no one could comfort her but to shake her head.
And Don Chiu cried when she cried, and she fell upon her sweet and sweet body, crying with anger and burning light in her eyes.
It was hatred, it was distasteful, it was a living emotion, and it was so strong that she could try and pretend to cover up such an engraving.
I feel so excited that Don Chiu is more than sweet and sweet.
It’s like meeting a little white rabbit with a big mouth and suddenly it has sharp teeth.
So I approached her and sent her the bird necklace. It was a couple of nights, but I didn’t feel like a couple, so I never wore this bird necklace. It is true that I meant to be funny, not just to exaggerate.
After all, does she look so late and wear similar necklaces? I expect her to surprise me.
It’s just that when she put on that white, bare-shoulder skirt, I realized she was more than I thought. Not just because of her appearance, but because of her appearance, and because of her pride and confidence in her bones, which is completely different from the image of a white rabbit.
From the moment I gave her the white rose, I was really looking forward to her being around me, not having anything to do with the lateness.
Then I was interested in her day after day, and she seemed to inject me with new blood. I was madly in love with the smell of her body and her voice, and she was luminous in her eyes.
The day of the drink was the day of the night, and I often remembered her crying in front of Grandpa’s window.
And when I think of it, it’s like it’s a bloodbath, it’s an insolent, it’s a guilt, and I think about it again and again.
After saying that joke to Don Chiu-chul, “Cry for me,” she was suddenly pale and turned around and never looked back.
She doesn’t like to cry, like me.
My birthday drink was a sincere confession. If I could be given a chance to love, I would be willing to let go of my dignity and forget that the pain of the past has resurfaced. Don Chiu-chul was undoubtedly wounded.
She gave me such a warm and comforting embrace and I became obsessed with it. If my father, Grandpa and I hugged at night, I might not be so painful to remember every memory again and again, like a knife to a wound.
It is clear to me that relatives and friends will leave, but this form of departure is a naked punishment, and I still do not understand what I have done wrong.
Maybe Tang Chiu-chul can tell me the answer for those people.
However, when I woke up the next morning and had a frazzling headache, I found no one in the empty villa.
I’m crazy to call people who know Don Chiu.
Thank you?
Where’s Tang Chiu?
Autumn has left the country without telling you. The visa was already finished, and it was scheduled for this semester. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to hear the rest. I hung up the phone, lay on the bed, and my ears were buzzing.
She’s gone. Why? How dare she?
I feel like I’m having a headache and I hate it.
Don Chow-chul’s getting back at me, she’s on purpose.
It turns out that the prelude to the summer night of Mendelson was a sham, a dream piled up with roses, and that at dawn it would die with the dynasty.
It seems to me that I went over and over and over and over in my mind what she looked like when she played for me last night, the white neck, the thin shoulder with the black straps, the fine wrists sank with the melody, and the heavy ink on the black and white key.
She asked me if I liked a canary that imitated or an incompetent bird.
What does that mean? Why is it imitation? She knows it’s late? But I love her, and I’ll only make love to her. She wanted to be locked up because she had tasted so many times that she had been left silent, that she could reach out and be confined to her, so that what she wanted could not run away. I don’t know.
It’s painful, it’s failed, it’s gone, no one tells me the answer. No matter how many times the effort has failed to respond, the blood, the pain, the pain, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the flesh, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the flesh, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood, the flesh, the flesh, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the
Don Chiu-chul knew that to get back at me.
She hates me. It’s okay, I love her.
Fortunately she’ll be back, someday.
So I went to her every year. When she didn’t come back, I put fresh flowers on her.
Finally in the fourth year, I waited.
She just came out of the cemetery, and I was going in. We happen to be looking at each other.
She’s still alive, has long hair, has a beautiful face, and has a moment of shock in my eyes. A wind rises, as it was.
“Long time no see, thank you. I’m sorry.
Yeah, long time no see. Little liar. You can’t escape this time, to become my canary.
The pills in the wine were fixed, they didn’t hurt her, but they made her unconscious.
The next day, when she woke up with no fear at the first moment, she slowly rose up, moved the chain around her body, and made the sound of a crumbly metal impact and was very happy.
I leaned down and kissed her, and she bit me in the shoulder. And at that moment, my heart began to beat so hard, my life began to rise, and there was a hot flow all over my body, and I almost began to think with all the thanks: “Oh, my autumn.” And so alive and bright. I let her bite my shoulder out of blood and look down at her. Her eyes were full of complex emotions, a mixture of hate, madness, and I looked at her for a while, and she rose up and walked away.
It doesn’t matter, hate doesn’t matter, at least I’m so radiant in her heart, which means we’re equal, even if she’s locked in chains.
“Autumn, don’t leave me. I can’t bear your refusal. I’m sorry.
It was not my intention to show it, but I could not restrain myself from bowing to this living face, for which I handed over everything and fell to pieces.
She responded to me. She lifted up my face and said to me, “I’m not leaving.” “No laughing, telling the truth.
My heart trembles, and my body starts to get hot, and I lean on her to the bed and breathe.
And when it was most intense, she opened her mouth, and her eyes turned away from me, saying: I love you. I’m sorry.
My heart beats so hard in a moment as to bring back all the silences and moanings that began with the death of my father, so strong that my heart beats so strong, so warm and alive, and all the blood of my body boils, and there comes a moment of buzz in my ears.
“Thank you, I love you.” I’m sorry.
I love you.
I love you.
It’s a game that doesn’t know who’s the master and who’s the prisoner.
And the next day We untied her chain, and she broke her wrists, as if this month’s squalid and dirty imprisonment was nothing but a fun game.
I have guilt, but more is joy.
She didn’t escape. She said she wouldn’t leave.
Tang Chiu-chul finally stabilized in the country and found a job with a nice resume. She’s busy every day.
I went to pick her up from work the other day and just saw her come out with a man and make fun of her.
I just think that my blood pressure swooped up and my head broke, and I suddenly came up with the idea of locking her up again, and I put it down.
Autumn, come here. * I stomped out the window and waved at her. * I know I must have seen a heavy wind coming.
The man behind her reacted quickly, blocking her: “Do you know him?” Who is this?”
I laughed, “Who are you? What are you, Tang? Open your mouth and come to relationships?” I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.
Autumn’s hand-showing as a peacemaker: “Hey, Arlin! This is really someone I know. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m sorry.
Get in the car and she’s wearing a seatbelt.
“Alin Tong? I’m just someone you know? * I’ve been sneezing and I can’t help but wonder *
She picks out the eyebrow, turns around, and a fine, white arm snaps my neck and kisses my lips with her head up.
“Is my brother angry? “It’s not like it’s like when you’re just working.
I just feel like she’s got a balloon in her hand. She reached her hand and flew up, and as soon as she pulled, I fell.
But it was unstoppable that her lips were sweet and suffocated, and I leaned over her on the side of the co-driver, with a heavy kiss and a soft and warm touch that shook me.
“The whole company called him Arlin, and I followed him. It’s just that you’re in the country, and you don’t mean it. She also said that she had a moment of rest.
I didn’t pay attention to her. Keep your head down.
The day she moved into the villa, she said she had to clean up her room.
She sat down by the cupboard and packed her books, and suddenly she asked me: “Is that photo of your room late?” I’m sorry.
I picked the frown, bent over and flipped in the cupboard for fun, showed her that picture, and saw her staring at the eye in a moment, and she looked awkward.
“It was taken by my grandfather, me and the late three before my grandfather died,” I explained, “The only photo of me and Grandpa, so I stayed.” That’s where you put it when you live in that room. After all, it’s not appropriate for me to cut off all three photos alone. Huh? Besides, how did you know I had a picture on my bed? I’m sorry.
I saw the little hare’s face a bit of an awkward red, and she opened her mouth, “I didn’t mean it that way.” I just accidentally saw it. Just asking. I’m sorry.
I laughed. She was cute. She was so soft when she wasn’t. Although the fox’s skin is cute.
“Of course, if you don’t like it, I can cut her off. “I add, smiles can’t hide.
“Whatever you want, I don’t mind! She says she’s been messing her head around and cleaning up the groceries, like she’s been exposed. I couldn’t help but laugh and lean down and kiss her on the forehead.
It’s you. It’s always just you.
Only you will come back and tell me again that you love me.
What is love? Will the loved one always be with me?
Tell me the answer in this life, my little canary, Don Chiu-chul.
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Published in 2022-05-19 14:09 Prohibition of Reproduction
I used my diary to chase my husband.
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