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“Don’t move. “Do you know that a boy’s throat can’t move?” I’m sorry.

“What happens when you move? I’m sorry.

He leaned down and kissed me, and only he held his back and breathed, so he said, “This will happen.” I’m sorry.

One.

I hate the rest of the morning at first.

Because he’s my stepmother’s son.

My grandma doesn’t like my stepmother. She thinks she’s too pretty.

My grandmother told me in private that this girl was trying to get my dad to help her raise her son.

I’ve been on alert for a long time, and I’ve been careful for a long time, during which my late mother has been good to me.

She’ll take me to buy clothes more expensive than to buy her son.

Her son wants to buy a book. She’ll buy me one too.

Even though I don’t write biology, I don’t participate in information leagues.

That’s kind of a favor?

Or what, a sugar jacket?

Let me get this straight. I said, aunt, don’t flatter me. It won’t last long. I don’t want to be depressed.

The smile on my stepmother’s face was frozen and my dad started scolding me.

He hasn’t yelled at me since I was a kid, and this time he says I’m a bad person and no one wants to talk to me.

I fell on the door.

It was winter. It was cold.

There’s a heater in the house. I came out without a velvet.

It’s freezing.

I wanted to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s house, and I couldn’t even get my phone.

I feel sorry for this time.

It’s really pathetic.

There’s people on the street, and there’s a mother and a son, and a couple, they’re eating from Guandong, and they’re talking to the other side of the phone and they’re going to come back early and make grubble.

As if they were surrounded, except Me.

I cried.

I cried so loud, I was ashamed, I know, people looked at me, but I couldn’t help it.

The lady in charge of the supermarket came out and asked me, “How are you, girl?” Why are you wearing so little? I’m sorry.

This is the rest of the morning.

He said to his wife, “My sister is angry with her family. I will take her back. Thank you.” I’m sorry.

He’s a good-looking guy. He’s got a good student.

“Hey, girl, how big is it? Go with your brother. It’s cold, don’t freeze yourself.” I’m sorry.

I was angry.

What, one and both of them think I’m wrong?

Thanks to my boss’ wife, I pushed him away. I’m sorry.

And We pushed him with a wrinkle, and he wrinkled, and said: Do not make a scene. I’m sorry.

The boss’s wife was in a bad position, and she was busy trying to make peace. It’s so cold out there, you look pale. I’m sorry.

It seemed like he had noticed the rest of the morning, and took off his feathers and put it on me.

I didn’t say no.

One because it’s cold and two because my dad bought it for him. Why can’t I?

I’m going to wear it. He’ll have a cold and a fever in the morning.

When I think of it, I’m done. Put on my feathers and put on my hat, and I’ll show you two eyes.

I’m already taller among the girls, and I’m half taller than I am in the rest of the morning, and I’m wearing his feathers.

I followed him very slowly, almost to the front door of the block, and the hoods of the velvet suit suddenly shook.

In front of him, I put on this one called “Enjoy”.

“Are you free next weekend? It’s my birthday. You coming?”

Girls sound sweet.

I’m more than her. “I’m sorry. I’m not going to be there next weekend. I’m sorry.

The rest of the morning was frowned, and he came to take his cell phone.

I ran away from his hand and kept talking to the girl on the other side of the phone.

“Huh? Who am I? Who do you think I am? Who else can get his phone? I’m sorry.

“Ding Ding, stop it! The rest of the morning was angry, holding my wrist and stealing my phone.

The moment he took it, I hung up.

He held the handler, he typed his finger very quickly, probably explaining it to the other side.

After a minute, he looked up at me like a piece of junk.

Then he left without me.

I’m not cold, I’m happy.

The joy of the revenge.

My dad’s right. I’m an impertinent man.

So what? I’m happy enough.

Two.

When did I realize I liked the rest of the morning?

It’s too early for me to remember.

We went to the debate team because we were in the same class and the teacher assigned us to the same team.

The rest of the morning looks good, speak Sven, fight and make the judges’ first impression.

I’m the one who talks fast, likes to raise his voice, fights twice, fights at the free-ride.

Our school debate teams have basically only one round, because there was never before a single one that could enter the provincial race.

But this time, we won.

I won the trophies for the rest of the morning. I got the best trophies.

The teacher called the photographer to take pictures of our team, and I laughed with the trophy.

Then I asked for a photograph of the teacher, in which I smiled and stood next to me in the morning, with a slight bending of my lips, and was very clear.

I was wearing a short skirt, he was wearing a long shirt, black and white, the closest we were to a couple dress.

And then we didn’t take a picture like this.

But that’s all there is to it.

At the festivities, the teacher said, “Hey, Ding Ding, why are you so good at this?

I was so proud that she raised her cup to the rest of the morning.

Then he said, “But you’ll have to learn the rest of the morning, and you’ll have to have a nice face, or the judges won’t like it.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Yes, I have to learn the rest of the morning. I have to learn everything. I have to learn everything. I’m sorry.

I’m actually being weird.

Because my dad used to exaggerate at home.

Of course, the teacher won’t hear it, but the rest of the morning will.

He looked at me with no face.

As always, I’m lazy.

Somehow, I don’t feel like it.

I didn’t have enough fun until the party ended and went to KTV.

How many times did the teacher, Cue?

I laughed, went to grab the wheat and sang “The Good News.”

I don’t think we’ve seen girls sing this song.

My father loved to sing. He was well paid. I was home when I was a kid, and he took me with him.

It’s gonna make me feel better.

I sang so high, I cried out the rest of the morning.

I didn’t stop, but the microphone didn’t take the time to ask him, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.

He said, “Your father sent an emergency. I’m sorry.

The music was loud in the booth, he was close to me, and everything he said was on the microphone.

I don’t know who turned the song into silence, and the teacher said, “Oh, is that so? Go back to Ting. I’m sorry.

I was so busy touching my phone, I didn’t touch it, I stuck it in my jacket pocket and my coat was on the other side of the couch.

I saw five uncalled calls on my phone screen, one for my dad, one for my stepmother and three for my grandma.

I’ll pull the wheat down, pull the coat and go.

It’s too late to wear.

I’m sulking and running and calling.

Hit who, no idea.

“You don’t have eyes? I’m sorry.

And there was an apology for me from behind: “Sorry, she was not meant to be.” I’m sorry.

It’s the rest of the morning.

He chased out.

“Do you know where it is? I’m sorry.

I don’t know. The phone’s not working.

“You know which hospital? I’m sorry.

He looked at me and pulled his sleeve out of my hand, “I cried, I’m here. I’m sorry.

When I stopped at the hospital, my legs were soft.

It’s just panicking and sweating in the back.

I was wondering what happened to my dad, if it was serious, and then I thought about the only reason I came to the hospital.

And then I sent my mom away.

There’s a lot of people here in emergency situations, people’s visions, stretchers, pins, red crosses, and this thing zooms in my face.

By the time I got to the door of the operating room, I suddenly couldn’t stand up and started to breathe with the wall.

The stepmother is here, hold me right now.

“What’s wrong with my dad?” I said.

She opened her hair on my forehead and let me sit down in my chair, and said, “He has a stomach bleed, he deserves too much, he drinks too much.” Don’t be afraid, it’s no big deal. I’m sorry.

I sat down in a plastic chair, and I was relieved.

Suddenly a glass of warm water appeared in front of us, and the fingers of the glass were beautiful.

It’s the rest of the morning.

I stopped by and took a few drinks.

Warm water is ironing every corner of the body, and I hold a plastic cup, and I don’t want to say a word.

I’m gonna beat my dad, fight him, and I’m never gonna be a good little cotton.

Until now I know how afraid I am of losing him.

And what gives me a sense of security in such a state of disquiet is the late mother and the rest of the morning, which I often target.

I closed my eyes and said thank you.

My dad needs to be hospitalized after surgery.

Aunty, hey, forget it.

Auntie packed her clothes and went to bed with her.

She took care of my dad so hard, I thought, even if it was for money, she was worth it.

My attitude towards my aunt and the rest of the morning has changed, and it’s not like it’s nice to be quiet, it’s normal to be with my elders and classmates.

My dad and aunt are in the hospital, and I’m the only one left.

My dad paid for each of us so we could fix our own night and breakfast.

I don’t usually go out to eat because I have a bad stomach and I’m afraid I’m not clean.

So I took the money and I didn’t know what to eat.

The rest of the morning is not as cheesy as I am.

I followed him for food, and he wouldn’t rush me, either.

Seven to eight went into an alley where the black light went blind.

He’s got a long high leg, he’s going in, he’s losing sight in the dark.

I hesitated and then he stopped.

It’s like playing with a phone, a light on the screen.

I bit my teeth. I followed.

There’s a yellow chicken in the alley, business is unexpectedly good and the cabins are full.

The boss has set up a folding table outside and brought up two bowls of yellow chicken.

It’s a little windy out there, but it’s really smelly.

I’ve added fans and mouths, and I’ve filled the soup, not too good.

We didn’t talk.

I don’t talk mostly, eating and talking.

The reason for not talking in the morning?

He seems to be bothering me.

Ting, be confident and take it away.

I said to myself.

I’ve had so much fun with myself.

The rest of the morning, I looked at me, put chopsticks on, went to pay.

I’ve heard the merchants.

“Thank you. I said:

“You’re welcome. He says:

And then the silence.

All right, without my dad and the fucking joke, I feel so bad for the first time.

The first day passed and the next day aunt went home.

Come and get something, by the way.

We don’t live in school, schools are old-fashioned, there are not enough dormitories, and we’ve arranged for the first and second-graders to go and leave their tight beds for the third.

My dad used to pick me up at night. He was afraid I wasn’t safe.

Later in the morning, he was taken home together.

But now he’s lying in the hospital drinking porridge, and aunt asked to bring me home in the morning.

I was reluctant to say I could go to school with my best friend.

But I saw the rest of the morning frown.

Good.

He doesn’t like it. Then I have to go to school with him.

So I opened my mouth before the rest of the morning, and I said, “Thank you, brother. I’m sorry.

The rest of the morning looked at me like hell.

Because I never called his brother before.

“What do you want? After Auntie left, he asked.

I looked at him quite innocent: “I was afraid to die, I was on the road at 10:00, what if I ran into a gangster?” I’m sorry.

He looked at me again.

I said, “Whatever you want to say, say it.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Does not the hooligans choose? I’m sorry.

And I reacted, and immediately: “Go away!” I’m sorry.

And he went forth from the good.

I stood there and looked at him as if he was in a school uniform, like a sail.

That’s embarrassing.

At this moment I suddenly realized that he was a living 17-year-old boy who could joke, not the “son of the late mother” of the family, who was indecisive in every respect.

And that’s the moment I started to look at him in the same way as my peers.

In a few days, we’ll be in the next city.

The school values it and feels that it must be properly developed for the first time.

So there’s another intensive training.

It was cold break. We trained during the day and went home at night.

People on the debate team are very interesting, and I have nothing to do with a bowling cup and they stink.

We’re called Liu Ying. He’s a gamer, he’s playing anything, he’s in love with the Bureau, he’s taking us for a ride.

He’s called Hsui, who looks like a heartless, lungsless sports committee, with a heart that is lighter than anyone, and a mouth that is poisoner than anyone. And I used to say, “Shall we have another argument with him,” and he looked at me strangely, and then looked at the morning. And then smile and say nothing.

Seven or eight days of training, I’m with them.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

And I doubt at once: “What is it that you do with your eyes? I’m sorry.

He said, “Look at what you say. What is so embarrassing?” There are places where girls don’t get along, and some of them are trying to keep you safe. I’m sorry.

That’s what I thought they were going to do.

Yumu can go, and Hsu can go.

But if you want to take the rest of the morning, bring me along.

And then half an hour later, we sat on the outskirts of town fishing.

I don’t know.

I didn’t think the place where I needed to be safe was a fish pond.

He said, “What’s wrong? You said you could not swim. I’m sorry.

I can’t swim and I’m not good at fishing.

I haven’t been fishing for half an hour. I’ve been talking to Liu Wing 20 times.

I’m tired of you saying, “Please don’t turn your head to the right, just go and see the handsome guy on the left, understand?” I’m sorry.

He had a loud voice, and the rest of the morning and the Quran heard it clearly.

The rest of the morning is still the presence of the old gods.

He smiles and laughs and looks at me.

And the end of the sentence was: “Come on, cut it out, let’s play cards. I’m sorry.

I’m a pair of Yumu, and Xu and the rest of the morning are ours.

I don’t count cards. I always make mistakes and get blown up.

The rest of the morning is good, like I’m the other extreme, the best.

Liu Ying shouted he couldn’t team up with me and lost everything.

I hammered him and said, “This wasn’t your face when you asked your aunt to join you.” I’m sorry.

Liu Moo was hiding so fast that he had sex with the other two: “Let’s go with the dice, who is smaller and who is with Ting Zing.” I’m sorry.

And then the rest of the morning stood up and sat next to me, “I’ll do it. I’m sorry.

I’m surprised.

He looked at me, shuffled the cards, and said, “Good luck leads to bad luck, and perhaps you are in transit.” I’m sorry.

And then I broke his luck.

I’m sorry he didn’t say anything after I lost.

“Shall we have dinner before we play?” I’m sorry.

He washed the cards firmly and said, “No, one more game, I’ll take you to win.” I’m sorry.

We’re in the middle of a race.

Of course, it’s not the sand.

Liu Sheng got the best defense, I got the trophies.

When he left the stage, the teacher was upset: “Why don’t you talk about it?” What is he talking about? Why are you talking to him? It’s not your style. I’m sorry.

I looked at him with great innocence: “But didn’t you teach me to learn the morning? I’m sorry.

The rest of the morning smiled and went.

The only thing unhappy is the teacher.

We’ve all been thinking about it.

I’m thinking about it. My dad said on the phone that he’d be out the day after tomorrow.

We’ll never have to eat on the sidewalk again.

My joy! It’s back!

We’ll split when we get high.

I was dragging my suitcase behind the rest of the morning.

We talked about it from time to time, but when we got to the front of the block, he was suddenly wrong.

I look forward. It’s nothing but a drunk.

That’s what I’m talking about. The drunks came over to us.

I was surprised.

I was behind him the rest of the morning.

“How did you find this place?” I’m sorry.

♪ I can’t ♪ You two know each other.

The drunkes opened his eyelids and he laughed twice.

And this smile showed him that his five officers were somewhat similar to the rest of the morning.

“Where you live with your mother, I come?” He said.

“How did you find this place?” I’m sorry.

“This is your classmate.” You guys still got your suitcases? What are you doing?”

He’s talking to me, he’s drunk, I’m unconscious.

The man smiled and reached out to me, “Oh, you’ve had the rest of the morning talk…”

He’s not finished yet. The rest of the morning he unloaded his suitcase and opened him up.

“I warned you not to come to us. I’m sorry.

And the man turned back, and he grabbed his collar in the morning, and said again: “Don’t come to us, I said it many times. I’m sorry.

I’m standing right where I can’t help myself.

The man looked at me head-to-head and did not know what to say.

If it wasn’t for fun, the security guard who was trying to find out and stopped coming in and taking out the baton.

“What are you two doing? I’m sorry.

The rest of the morning don’t talk.

We said, “There is nothing, Uncle. They know and know.” I’m sorry.

I guess that guy was the late morning dad.

I looked away in the morning.

Her eyes are broken and she can see through the light.

At the moment when he turned around, the man came up from the lamppost, and then took a bottle of wine and threw it at him.

I didn’t have time to react. I was unconscious.

He was pushed by me.

Then the bottle slammed on my shoulder.

Shit.

It really hurts.

Do I have a fracture?

Security immediately seized him, and another guard came out of the duty room and was about to hit 110.

“Are you all right? I’m sorry.

I did it and I said, “I’m fine. I’m sorry.

It’s actually very important.

Six.

Seeing me for a while in the morning is like assessing whether I’m telling the truth.

The street light casts a light in the next circle, and clears the line on his side.

Deep eyes, long eyelashes, strong noses, lips.

It’s like the pen paints a smooth view, every inch of it.

I can’t see. I forgot to notice the severe pain on my shoulder.

The rest of the morning was frowned and suddenly the cell phone was removed and transferred to the telephone interface, where the number was pressed.

1,10.

I held him unconsciously, my fingers touched, and I flew off.

Finger thumbs, but the touch just now is still hanging.

He’s holding his fingers up and he looks at me.

I cleared my voice and was preparing for the language of the organization.

Although I used to fight the rest of the morning, I had to admit he was a very moral man.

I know that whoever hit that bottle was gonna call the police if he did.

But are you sending his father to the police station?

He looks tough, but isn’t he really tired and disappointed?

I looked at him and whispered, “I’m all right, and if we call the police, we shall certainly call a guardian.” I’m sorry.

I guess he probably didn’t want her to know about it.

Or I wouldn’t have been so angry to ask, “How did you find this place?”

He was silent for a while.

The lamp pulled his figure all alone.

He finally said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I looked up at him and whispered, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

The security guards took control of Dad. They threatened to call the police.

He fell down and said to the guard, “I came to see my son. That was a joke. I’m sorry.

And he turned his head and shouted, “Yes, son!” I’m sorry.

And he looked at him the rest of the morning without a single look, and said: I will call the police. I’m sorry.

The man rubbed his hand and said, “No more, no more.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk to him in the morning, picked up my suitcase, dragged one in one hand and went to the neighborhood.

I was so scared, I followed him with my bare hands, and I thought, “You know, I’ve been ruined and I’ve been treated like this.”

As a result, treatment is better afterwards.

Despite my father’s release, the doctor advised me to stop working and rest.

So I went to school the rest of the morning.

Unlike before, he was forced to accept me as an ass.

Out of the neighborhood, he suggested I take the bag off.

He’s back.

When I was in primary school, my mom gave me a backpack, and then she left and the guy turned into my grandmother.

And then it was me.

I hesitated to hand him the bag, and he threw it on his shoulder.

And he carried each of them in the shape of a school bag, and I could not laugh, even though it was funny.

And then my dad was like, “You’re so small, you know what it’s like? I’m sorry.

I want to say, I understand.

Such as when the light turned green, and the car and the people moved forward, and We made them stand still.

He walked in the air, the blue and white school uniform was turned into a leaf, with a pink school bag on his left shoulder.

Looking back a few years later, the flow of traffic across the crossroads, where young girls look to young people and no one knows, is the starting point.

But then I didn’t know what the pause and the glance meant.

My relationship with the rest of the morning subsided, my father was happy and aunt was happy, but perhaps because of the sensitivity of the woman and her pleasure, there seemed to be a little more worry.

I pretended I didn’t know, and I tried to chill out the rest of the morning.

Grandma called me to dinner on Saturday, and added another sentence, or she called the rest of the morning.

I moved my phone and asked the rest of the morning, “My grandma wants you to eat, do you?” I’m sorry.

Then the morning came, and said, “Go, for the first time, she called me, and must go.” I’m sorry.

Auntie wants to stop.

When I went to my room and went downstairs to get a glass of water, I heard my aunt say to my dad, “Did Mom really call them for dinner?” Should I ask? I’m sorry.

My dad was watching the morning news, and he said, “What’s the problem? I’m sorry.

“No, it’s just that Mom didn’t cry in the morning. I was surprised.” I’m sorry.

My dad had tea and he laughed, “She looked after her face.” I’m sorry.

Aunt doesn’t talk anymore.

I’m standing on the stairs and I don’t want a glass. Turn around.

Seeing the rest of the morning coming out of the room and looking at me strangely.

“What are you looking at? I’m sorry.

“It’s so hot in the morning. I’m sorry.

I said, “Be angry when I see you!” I’m sorry.

He was scared, and it seemed like he was standing up.

I don’t care about him, go back to my room.

…there’s no water in the room.

I’m thirsty!

My grandmother was more than just looking after the rest of the morning.

She knew how hard she was taking care of my father, but couldn’t pull her face off to be nice to her and expressed her attitude by crying for dinner in the morning.

My grandmother’s cooking is really good, but she’s been in poor health in recent years and her hands are sometimes soft and shaking.

I bite a pig’s hoof and I get up and drink water.

Grandma rubbed an apron and said, “Is there too much salt?” Hey, people are getting old, they don’t even count. I’m sorry.

We said, “No, I came here without water, thirsty.” I’m sorry.

And the rest of the morning he put the remaining pigs’ feet in his bowl, and said: Not salty, but good. I’m sorry.

Grandma laughed so much.

I glanced at him.

The rest of the morning was not only a good grandson but also a good brother.

It’s really salty, but he picked it up and I didn’t have to take it.

When we both went downstairs, I looked back and I saw Grandma in the window of the balcony and I saw her.

In the high-rise, in the big window, there’s only one little girl.

I waved and jumped, and she smiled.

“Go, be careful on the way.” She cried.

We turned around and couldn’t see the balcony.

I don’t know if she’s going back to her room or whether she’s still standing there watching us go.

Suddenly I was frustrated, and I felt that time went too fast and lamented that old age and loneliness were the destiny of every human being.

I look back and wait for me the rest of the morning.

I didn’t notice.

I’m gonna pop, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

He suddenly reached out and rubbed me.

I feel like it’s not just my hair, it’s also the inexplicable emotion.

I grabbed the tape from the bag, and suddenly I couldn’t speak.

Not long ago, it was his morning birthday, and my dad gave him a mountain bike.

I went when I bought the car, and my dad asked me if I wanted to buy one for my birthday.

I said, “What is your daughter so lazy that you don’t know?” I’m sorry.

This morning, the shopkeeper asked: “Can we have a seat in the back?” I’m sorry.

I’m surprised to see him.

My dad looked at him and he looked at me again.

I’m feeling my fingers.

And when there was nothing between me and the rest of the morning, then my heart was in vain.

And my father looked at me with a little nervous eyes, and said, “Good idea, then I will never have to take you away.” I’m sorry.

I’m going to relax my fingers and pretend like I’m not doing anything. I’m sorry.

Let’s go to the parking lot.

I look like I’m joking and I say, “You’re not afraid of me and the rest of the morning? I’m sorry.

My dad thought it was so funny, he laughed at the sound-control lights in the parking lot.

“You two are brothers and sisters,” he said, “It’s the rest of the morning.” I’m sorry.

The rest of the morning was “um.”

And in the dim light We looked him up, but We could not see him.

We’re brothers and sisters.

But are we only brothers and sisters?

The rest of the morning started driving me to school.

There is no picture of a young girl carrying a young man’s waist and a white dress blowing a radians.

First, I can’t hold on to the morning, second I can only wear uniforms.

In addition, in order to avoid the suspicion, when I was a distance from the school, I jumped off the bus and went to the school separately from him.

When I first did this, the rest of the morning asked me, “Are you tired? I’m sorry.

I’m not tired. I’m sorry.

He shakes his head and rides forward.

I’ve been watching him in his school uniform for a long time.

You don’t have a ghost in your heart, you can swing.

But I have ghosts in my heart, and you know nothing.

I reported three thousand feet at the fall sports.

It was forced.

Because of the low number of girls in the class, the Board forced each person to report a project, and when I went to the office to do my homework, it was only three kilometres away.

I asked the medical board if I wanted to die on the runway.

The committee was about to cry, and the tall, strong man stood in front of me, and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you with the water next semester. I’m sorry.

Well, suddenly there’s nothing left to do.

I’m running 3,000, basically running backwards.

But after you actually ran away, you wouldn’t be satisfied with the last one.

After all, there are so many people calling your name.

After all, in the same area, the boy you fell in love with was jumping up.

I put up a little bit of energy. Three guys in a row.

The committee started calling out my name with those girls crazy.

It’s better than calling for a mother.

I thought I’d stop yelling.

By the time of the seventh or the eighth lap, I’d be blinded, and I’d be like, “How many laps am I?” I’m sorry.

He looked at me with sympathy: “Five laps.” I’m sorry.

Help.

And then my footsteps slowed down completely.

There’s someone in the inner circle, running next to me, “Ding Ding, okay? I’m sorry.

I’ll take a look, Haku.

“Not yet. I’ll answer.

He laughed and said, “Take it easy, I’ll walk with you.” I’m sorry.

I’m about to be laughed at by him, and I’m getting a little faster.

At last, it’s the end of the line, and the fire on the chest is burning, and I’m flat on the ground, and no one can shout.

Xu Qi will carry me up and I will open his hand.

He looked at me for a while, looked deep, turned around and walked away. After two minutes, he came back and left the morning.

As if I was running for 3,000 in the morning, he fell down and said, “Are you all right? Shall I take you to the infirmary? I’m sorry.

He laughed, “Yeah, let the morning take you to the infirmary.” I’m sorry.

I kicked him with my feet.

And heard the rest of the morning, and behold, by surprise, a glimpse of the sheath.

And then he reached out to me, “Go? I’m sorry.

He smiled at me like he could eat me.

It’s a good thing the Commissioner came down from the stand, neither looking at Xu and the rest of the morning, nor at my protest, and pulled me out.

“I got a pulse for you. I’m sorry.

I was almost caught under his arm and dragged away.

It’s also good that you don’t have to pay attention to the words of Xu Qi and the hand that hangs in the air the rest of the morning.

Soon we’ll have a new generation.

The student council president’s candidate was chosen by the teachers, one each, me and the rest of the morning.

I like people differently than many girls.

Whether we end up together or not, I wish he remembered me as bright and bright.

Or nothing, if only he could remember me.

That’s why I was a little upset when the vote was not out.

I really want to win.

It’s kind of sick.

Seven members of the ministerial corps voted for me, four for the rest of the morning.

I swayed my legs in the back seat of the bicycle, pretending to say to the rest of the morning, “Oh, I’m sorry, I have more than one vote.” I’m sorry.

And he laughed, and said, “I cast the vote. I’m sorry.

I grabbed his clothes because I was so shocked. I’m sorry.

He brakes, turns his head and laughs, “Don’t you want to be president?” I’m sorry.

Yes, but it’s for you.

It was Friday, and the sunset was set and the light of the sun was on his side.

There’s cars whistling around, and there’s the smell of fried chicken and ice cream.

I suddenly didn’t know what to say and my face was burned by the sun.

“Thank you.” I said.

“The small thing. He continued to ride, and the school uniform was turned into a sail.

In the sun, his head looks hairy.

Nice touch.

I reached out my finger, touched his hair gently and quickly collected it.

I looked around like a thief and was caught by a baby boy who ate a cone.

She blinked at me.

My face suddenly gets hotter.

After entering the third grade, the time went fast, as if the days were one and one.

It’s all about learning, and it’s a mountain, and the pen core can be finished in three days.

I look through the window occasionally and I think that it seems like a long time ago what happened to the girl at the sunset.

We’re three years old, we’re in school, we push too hard every second.

I had less contact with the rest of the morning, and he was on the first floor, and I was on the fourth floor, and I couldn’t see him when I wasn’t coming home.

But it’s just like this day, remembering every gap that comes in, asking me to think, asking me to turn around.

He brought me a box of Brovens while I was in pain, and he took my umbrella in the rain and said, “What am I going to fill first?”

What are these?

Is it proof of love?

There’s always something bright and sweet in time, like a glass of sweetness, and you hold it, and you feel too good, but when you hold it tight, you get stuck in blood.

In the days when mathematics is flooded, in the mornings, in the 11th, those parables grow like weeds, flooding every inch of my concentration away from God.

I’ve got morning allergies.

I always catch him in the first place when I’m running, when I’m at lunch, when I’m at the basketball court, when I’m at the office.

Even if it’s just a back of the head, it’s just a shadow that’s not clear, or the one that the teacher accidentally said, “Let’s take the country the rest of the morning.”

My ranking starts to fall down.

I don’t think so.

I wrote something for myself, and I wrote, “Ding Ding, you’re going to be free in three months. When you get to college, you can do whatever you want, whatever you want, but not now. Neither the rest of the morning nor love per se can be your stumbling block.

I’m finished, Spooky.

I bought a locked notebook, and I bought a locked box, and I put it in the notebook, and I put it in the box, and I put it on the top of the bookcase, and it was ash.

And We solemnly took away an untimely secret love.

The results of the information league came out, and the rest of the morning was won by the nation.

What is the concept of Qinghua?

At the level of the rest of the morning, Qinghua’s profession is almost optional.

My father had to invite us to dinner, and I was dragged out of the mountain.

By the time I finished packing my bag and went to the door, the rest of the morning was already here.

When he saw me, he smiled: “Why are you so depressed? I’m sorry.

I’m happy to see him, but I’m like, “There’s no way to compare with the Qinghua schoolboy, but I’m just trying to do this. I’m sorry.

“You’re just trying to retake the book, so we’re in second grade. He took my bag and went in the back seat.

I sat in the co-pilot and fell asleep, and by the time I woke up, the car was parked outside the hotel.

It’s my favorite restaurant.

My father said, “Then go to Qinghua.” I’m sorry.

And the following morning he said, “If you can pass, surely you will.” I’m sorry.

My father asked me, “Where’s Zhuan?” I’m sorry.

“I am Coharbin Buddhist College. I’m sorry.

A pair of pear vortex smiled the rest of the morning.

Auntie said, “Don’t ask. The child knows what he is, don’t he?” I’m sorry.

I told her I was right, Aunty.

My dad closed up and kept me eating and drinking.

“You’ve lost weight. He says:

I wonder, “Really? I’m sorry.

Apparently fat, more than five pounds.

Too fat to kill.

The rest of the morning said, “Be fat, be fat, be happy, be like a carp-capping doll.” I’m sorry.

And We held fast the chopsticks, and We smote him with no good breath: “You are as thin as a captain, and you are humbled, so that you may stand at the door and avoid evil.” I’m sorry.

He said naturally, “I can’t be a satire, and I can hold a carp against you.” I’m sorry.

Auntie gave me a cold hand for a drink and the coconut milk spilled out.

The rest of the morning went to Qinghua and the profession was his choice.

I’ve gone to the top of my head to study in a paranoia.

The good thing is, we’re so close, the bus is only seven stops.

And I opened the map to them, and my father said, “Yo, that’s good. Take care of the rest of the morning. I’m sorry.

I laughed the rest of the morning, of course.

My dad’s happy, happy. Keep watching the news.

Auntie dragged the rest of the morning to the room and said something, I don’t know.

Three or four months after the start of school, seven stops of public transport, we only met once.

It’s still an accident.

Xu Qi is pretty good at walking on Qinghua.

Soon after the FARDC training, he called me and Liu Ying to Qinghua.

In the four of us, the news dingled and dingled until the time and place had been finalized, without coming up to say a word.

I don’t know what’s wrong with him.

He came back after half a day and said, “I’m fine. Don’t think.

Don’t think.

I lost my reason to care for him and my excuse to look for him again.

Several times, I lighted up a dialogue with him, typed and deleted.

And then, when I was forced to open his head, I was just going through his little circle of friends and our little chat record.

I’m like a language reader, and I’m trying to reread those simple words over and over again, and I’m trying to find a hint that confirms my feelings.

But no.

Every word is normal, it’s normal conversation between students.

And those who are in Our remembrance, and he likes Our proof, and lo! lo! they wander away.

Does he love me?

Doesn’t he love me?

I feel like I’m on the floor, and I am on both sides.

But I suddenly had a saying in my head: “He never said he liked you. It was nothing but your imagination.”

I sat there and thought, yes, he never said it.

But why am I stuck in my imagination and never come out?

I feel like I’m back in my senior year some nights, when I was worried about the downside and now insomnia for a single arrow that could be broken at any time.

I couldn’t sleep for days. I looked in the mirror on the day I agreed to meet.

And I see in the mirror two luminous, pale and weak.

And suddenly I was angry, and I was angry with myself for the rest of the morning.

Are you sick? He’s cold and you’re looking for him and you can’t sleep for him? * I pointed so hard at the people in the mirror * * There’s no place for * * a dog’s tail * I’m sorry.

I’m done scolding.

I’m still pale in the mirror, but my eyes have changed, at least not so bad.

I washed my hair to the twilight, and asked my sister in the next room to put on my makeup.

“How come you don’t have a dress?” I’m sorry.

I was given a robe that was said to be “unfortunate and unfavourable.”

And when I look at myself in my whole mirror again, this man in the mirror is clearly me, from eyebrow to face, but he’s a lot more beautiful, as if I could be described as obnoxious with a obscenity.

I was colded by my own metaphors and my hair was raised.

And I bid farewell to my little sister, and she smiled, and said, “By success!” I’m sorry.

They know I have a man in Tsinghua, but they don’t know. We haven’t spoken in a long time.

Including that day when Liu Ying was in the group of Ait, he finally came online and said something.

I said, “Oh, I wasn’t at school that day. Sorry.

And I turned away from the obscurity of my sister’s eyes and laughed, and said, “Well, wish me success.” I’m sorry.

Eleven.

How do we succeed?

And when We had laughed and laughed all the way, and beholded the rest of the morning on the road outside the caviar, We knew that Our peace would collapse.

The one I left home after I had a fight with my father in the morning and was afraid I’d catch a cold and take it off for me.

He seems to have grown a little, his hair is a little short, he has a pack in his hand, and he has to walk.

And Liumu said: Ah, isn’t that the morning? I’m sorry.

And as Xu Qui smiled, and looked at me, “Yes, isn’t that the morning?” I’m sorry.

And I looked at him in cold: “What then is my business?” I’m sorry.

He whispered, “Ding, don’t talk hard. I’m sorry.

Before I could speak, he called out the morning’s name.

The rest of the morning was frozen and turned around.

I see it.

He’s not only a little taller, he’s a little darker.

He saw us, there was an instant blank in his face.

Then he hesitated to walk towards us.

Didn’t you say something was not at school?

“It’s a temporary reschedule. I’m sorry.

And He laughed, and said, “You are not generous, nor are you told.” Do you want to see who we are or what? I’m sorry.

When he talks, his eyes are on me.

And he saw me in the morning, and he laughed, and said, “No, it happened.” Have you eaten?”

Liu Moi said, “No, you’re going to the barbecue. Would you like to join us?” I’m sorry.

In this context, it would be inappropriate to refuse in the morning.

He obviously knew that and agreed.

We avoid the bikes that we ride here from time to time, and Liu Yuen says, “It’s better to be in college and sit around in the back seat. Who dares in high school?” I’m sorry.

I was stiff, and I looked away.

He’s got him.

Then he turned his eyes aside, if nothing happened.

He said, ‘Between the rest of the morning!’ I’m sorry.

He said the rest of the morning, but his eyes were on me.

And I said slowly: “Sho, you have no interest in it.” I’m sorry.

He laughed, “Ding, I said the rest of the morning, and I didn’t say you, how do you protect him?” I’m sorry.

Liu Ying knew nothing of what had happened, and came to the roundabout: “What are you two doing? Come in and eat, and don’t mess around. I’m sorry.

I did not pay attention to him, and I looked at Xu, and said, “Who are you talking about? Do you not know in your heart? I’m sorry.

And He showed a smile with no smile in his eyes, and turned his back to see the rest of the morning: “Do you have any in mind?” I’m sorry.

I’m totally upset. “I’m talking to you. What are you talking about? I’m sorry.

And Xu’s dark eyes were on me, and he said, “Why are you always protecting him?” I’m sorry.

Look at me, and look at Shell.

Then the rest of the morning began to speak, and said, “You have seen me carrying ding-teng.” There’s nothing to hide. We’re brothers and sisters. I’m sorry.

We’re brothers and sisters.

These words sound like a hammer, and they hum my head.

That’s exactly what he thinks. We’re brothers and sisters. We have natural relationships.

Xu Qian for a while, and then look at me, “Are you brothers and sisters? I’m sorry.

I saw him the rest of the morning, and my side was sank in the shadow of unknown light.

I finally got my voice back, and I said, “Yeah, I lost my mom in elementary school, and my dad and his mom set up a new home.” I’m sorry.

There’s noise around, but we’re quiet.

Liu Yiu broke the silence and said, “Hey, look at this mess. Don’t think about it. He didn’t mean to poke you in pain, he came to eat, he came to eat. I’m sorry.

Barbecue stinging, Liu Ying turning over with a clamp.

I ate the scented roast in silence and couldn’t swallow it.

We had a long conversation that day, just like every dinner we had before.

And the Quim and the rest of the morning were in charge of the Quil, and We occasionally touched him, and most of the time We laughed.

But I know very clearly that every word I say and every smile that comes out is pretending.

Pretend I’m normal, pretend this party is like before.

But I’m bad, very bad.

And when the band broke up, Liu Yumu said: “Then I shall go with Ting. I’m sorry.

He said, “Okay, I’ll see you next time. I’m sorry.

I looked at him and said, “Bye. I’m sorry.

He’s a little guilty about what he’s trying to say.

I don’t want to say much, turn around and watch the morning and say, “Bye. I’m sorry.

This time, he didn’t get away from me, he had a gentle look.

He said, “Bye, Timon. I’m sorry.

Bye, bye.

Bye, I like people.

Goodbye, my brother, the rest of the morning.

I haven’t talked to him in the morning, and he hasn’t come to see me.

Well, I mean, I mean, you’re a lot less than a handsome guy.

Aren’t you going to be a brother and a sister?

Who’s scared of who?

I spend a lot of time in the club hanging out with a bunch of guys and girls.

We’re having dinner together, and we’re all having a big drink.

It’s over and went to KTV’s after-show, and the beer moved in boxes.

Everybody get up and say you’re from the North.

I’m good at wine, but I can’t stand it.

I was paralyzing, and I was unconscious on the couch.

I had a long dream, and it was broken.

I was in the back seat of the bike in the morning.

The sunset is beautiful, the ice cream smells good.

I don’t know where I got the courage to hold his waist.

He looked back at me and he said, “Ding, we’re brother and sister.”

I felt so bad that I looked up again and found myself lying on the runway the day I ran 3,000 metres.

When I reached my hand in the morning, I slowly put my hand on it, and Xu was standing in front of me, laughing, saying, “Ding, I knew it, but you couldn’t, you didn’t know it?

I yelled at him to shut you up, and in front of him was Auntie.

Auntie said, “Hey, was it your grandma who called for breakfast?” Or did you lie to me to go out with him alone?

I screamed and said I wasn’t lying. I knew we were brothers and sisters.

And then I was woken up.

The bright spots in the KTV are still shaking and I don’t know who’s singing and the melody is shaking my ears.

I barely saw the person standing in front of me, but then the tears from the eyelashes fell into my eyes, and more came out, and I had to close my eyes again.

My head hurts and my stomach hurts.

Whoever took the paper to wipe my tears, I opened my eyes and saw the rest of the morning.

White pants, lips, no expression.

“Are I dreaming?” I said.

He said, “Don’t blame me. You looked like you were in shock. I unlocked your phone with your face. He was the only one in your address book.” I’m sorry.

And the hours of the morning, when the lips were bent, and they dwindled.

“You probably want me dead.” I’m sorry.

“Come on, girl, this guy’s cute. Take the chance. I’m sorry.

“You shut up! This is my brother!” I yelled.

“Well, Fong shrugs his shoulders, slaps on his shoulders for the rest of the morning, and says, “This good brother with a different name, be understanding us, drink too much, be angry, she usually doesn’t.” I’m sorry.

Fang is going to sing, and I’m left with the rest of the morning.

Silence, silence, silence.

Kind of embarrassing.

Especially when background music or sad songs.

I grabbed the backpack, I grabbed the wrists for the rest of the morning and walked out.

I threw his hand out the door.

It’s quieter in the hallway.

“You’re not going to say anything? I’m sorry.

We said, “What do you want to hear? I’m sorry.

I laughed the rest of the morning: “Whatever you want to say.” For example, why drink so much, why are you out there at 1:00 in the morning, why the only way I can get in the address book is through me. I’m sorry.

He said the last few words, and I was buzzing.

“You shut up!” I said.

At this point, this place, there’s no pharmacy open.

My stomach hurts so bad, I lean around the side of the road.

The rest of the morning, I had to say, “I’ll tell you.”

And when he saw me crouching, he cried, “A stomach ache? A stomach ache? Too much wine?”

I whispered, “Will you shut up?” I’m sorry.

He shut up.

I said, “Can you get out of here?” I’m sorry.

He said: I will not go away. I’m sorry.

Then he said, “Let me take you to the hospital. I’m sorry.

I remember what I saw at the primary school in the emergency, the Red Cross, the stretcher, the crying sickness, and the doctor’s sorry look.

And I began to suffer from severe pain in my stomach, and We said: “I will not go.” I’m sorry.

And he went down in the morning, and covered my forehead with paper, and said: I cried. I’m sorry.

I suddenly felt that this moment seemed familiar.

Occasionally, vehicles fly and draw a tailing on the quiet road.

Roadlights hit him on the cheek, placing his eyebrow in a deep stereo.

And none of his clear eyes except Me.

I said, “Don’t be so nice to me in the morning, don’t make me misunderstood. I’m sorry.

He’s got a finger and he’s not talking right now.

Then a car came to the west, and the rest of the morning was so relieved, he stood up, and he went to the side of the road, and he said, “Here! I’m sorry.

He didn’t answer me until we got in the car.

My stomach is sore, my head is dizzy, my window is down, my cheek is slapping with a cold wind in Beijing.

The driver looked at me in the mirror and said, “Did the girl drink?” I’m sorry.

I’m not talking. I’m not in the mood.

The rest of the morning said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

Master looked at us again and said, “Did the little couple fight?” I’m sorry.

I’m even more upset, and I’m not happy to say, “Not a couple, he’s my brother!” I’m sorry.

Master smiled, “Yo, did I miss?” Not at all. I’m sorry.

Five-lighted, ten-lighted view retreats in the window and pulls it into another light.

I closed my eyes and put everything in the dark.

And how long did I not know? When I fell asleep, I heard the morning, saying: Thou didst not see. I’m sorry.

I opened my eyes and looked at him, “What do you say?” I’m sorry.

He said, “I like you, I say.” I’m sorry.

And I stomped, and I hit him with my bag, and I yelled, “Stop fucking with me!” I’m sorry.

He blocked my bag and held my hand and said, “I think I really like you, though I shouldn’t say it in this place. I’m sorry.

I’m completely held up.

Master put a line in his mouth and said, “What do you mean, boy? I’ll tell you what happened in my car. I’m sorry.

That’s not funny, but I smiled and laughed and started to choke.

“We haven’t spoken in months, not even friends. I have no reason to be so cold, you say we’re brothers and sisters, okay, and I’ll be your sister, “Now, why don’t you just come up and say you like me and die? I’m sorry.

And the rest of the morning he rolled down his throat, and said: I had not thought of it, and I was a mess. I’m sorry.

I laughed, “So now you’re thinking? I’m sorry.

He was silent for a while and said, “I didn’t think well, but I think it’s a man’s case today. I’m sorry.

“What’s going on today? I’m sorry.

He said, ‘You cried out my name while you were asleep, and cried. I’m sorry.

Master smiled, and twice.

I feel like I’m choking.

Holy shit.

And look at me the rest of the morning, and the white feathers reveal a faint light like a white sail in the dark sea.

It’s a patient wait.

“You say you like me and you say yes? I looked at him in cold blood, and I said, “The day you said we were brothers and sisters, it was impossible for both of us. Who are you? I’m sorry.

Then he looked at me in the morning and whispered, “What shall I do?” I’m sorry.

I don’t care what you do.

He’s down, I’m down.

That’s not what I imagined.

It should have happened in a month at light and just climbed to the treetop, and the sky was still in the dark.

By the lake, or at the foot of the mountain.

I dressed so beautifully, and I put on the beautiful makeup, and I told Yum I liked you.

He accepts it, and I am not the loser.

The most important thing is to be pretty.

Even if all the elements I imagined were missing, there should be no long, heartbreaking cold encounters before I confess, nor should there be a brother in Beijing with an ear to laugh.

This feeling sucks.

As soon as my whole body was about to explode, the rest of the morning suddenly cleared my voice.

I looked at him and found him a little nervous.

Then he said, “Change, please, don’t laugh.” I’m sorry.

“Hey, I love to see you boys fall in love.” Don’t worry, I won’t listen I’m sorry.

He pulls out his headphones to put them on.

The light appears and disappears, the light changes quickly and the remaining morning’s face is dark and dark.

Then he cleared his throat, and said, “I hated you so much that you were sick, and you were still arrogant.” Hiss… don’t strangle me, let me finish. Then you blocked a bottle for me and then you didn’t cry. I thought I was wrong about you. I’m sorry.

I looked at his face and felt sore.

He didn’t notice my eyes, and he went on to say, “Then I thought you were cute, and you were smart and pretty, and I liked you a little. What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

He held my hand tight.

The palms are like feathers in my heart.

I suddenly couldn’t move.

He said, “But we’re brothers and sisters, and I don’t think we should like you. So when I found out I liked you, the first reaction was no, not that. Hurts you, sorry. I’m sorry.

Brother, brother and sister again.

His voice overlapped with my dreams and brought my heart to the bottom.

I broke his fingers and asked him, “Are you dreaming now?” I’m sorry.

His hand came after me with ten fingers.

The light of the road that passed on occasionally shined on his eyebrows, and the young men whom I had liked were holding my hand stubbornly, and my ears were red, but pretending to be calm.

Hess said, “I feel now, go fuck my sister. Like it or not, I admit it. I’m sorry.

I can’t help but laugh, laugh, and my eyes are sour.

And he reached out his hand over my eye in the morning and whispered, “I am truly sorry, I did not mean to upset you.” I feel bad seeing you. I’m sorry.

I hid from his hand and my tears fell on his back.

And his hand stopped in the air, and he was like a deer, and he was like, “Strike me, or I’ll be scolded, and don’t cry.” I’m sorry.

I really gave him a few punches, and when he’s finished, I’m going to the hospital, laughing at my shoulder.

The night is so charming that time and time stop at this moment.

I like people who hold me in their arms and look like treasures.

Bang, bang, bang.

Whose heart beats so fast, who gently kisses me at the top.

And who is he who whispers in my ear, saying, ‘We are together.’ I’m sorry.

We’re together now.

When he didn’t have class, he took a 7-stop bus and came to me for dinner.

The winter in Beijing is beautiful and the blue sky is not a cloud.

And I sat behind his bicycle, and I could finally hold his waist in the light of the earth.

I leaned my head on his back, a breeze over my cheek, and occasionally I wondered whether it was a dream.

“Did you want to do this for a long time?” I’m sorry.

We said: Have you not? I’m sorry.

He said, “I am serious.” I’m sorry.

I strangled him.

And he turned his back and said, “But if you would call my brother, I would not mind.” I’m sorry.

We cried out, “Birth, they want a relative.” I’m sorry.

He whineed, brakeed.

The moon has just climbed to the tree, and the sky is still covered in blue.

The bike just stopped at the foot of the hill.

He took my hand and went forward, and I said, “Isn’t it not yet there yet?” I’m sorry.

“But my brother wants to kiss you.” I’m sorry.

My dad knows I have a boyfriend.

He’s got a girlfriend, too.

And they both said, “Bring home for the winter break, and give you four to eat.”

If they knew that the four were actually two, they would probably kick us out of the house.

So we agreed not to make it public.

At home on the cold, we have reached the extreme.

My dad whispered to me, “Isn’t it late morning to tear my face apart?”

I’m asking the mark.

Then he smiled and said, “It’s okay.”

And when he had finished, he made amends: “What was wrong with him? Tell me and my aunt, “Don’t hold it in your heart, you’re brothers and sisters, and let it go.” I’m sorry.

When I heard the word “brothers,” I thought the other morning, “Fuck my sister.” I’m sorry.

I was like, “Are we brothers and sisters?” Are we related? I’m sorry.

My father was more certain that I was tearing up the rest of the morning, and he reassured him, “Well, good, no blood, not brother and sister.” Don’t get mad. It’s only been a few days since we got home. I’m sorry.

I looked at him and said, “No brother or sister, you said it yourself.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, it’s not brother and sister. I’m sorry.

I forgot, on purpose.

Laughed me out to go shopping, and I ran.

But I wouldn’t have done that if I had known that lazyness would have such a serious consequence.

My dad called me to go back. It was heavy.

I’ll do it.

I feel bad. Call Grandma first.

Tell her to call my dad at 9:00 and call us for dinner tomorrow.

Grandma laughed on the phone: “Did you make a mistake pissing your dad off again?” I’m sorry.

I play dumb, hey hey hey smile.

She said yes, but remember to make a mistake for your father.

Grandma was my saviour from childhood.

With her promise, I came home comfortably.

The lights were on and they were clean.

My dad sits on the sofa, grabs a letterpaper in his hand, and his face is so dark that it can drip.

I see it.

There was an open box on the tea table, with a broken lock on the side.

That’s the coffin of my love letter.

Now it’s broken.

I was suddenly not afraid, and instead of it, I was so angry.

“You went through my room and looked at my things? I’m sorry.

My dad hit the teacup so hard, “You watch your tone.” I’m sorry.

I breathed deeply, and I tried to calmly say, “How did you get it when I put it on top of the bookstores?” The box is locked. How did you open it? Look at my hidden letters. You have a special point, don’t you? I’m sorry.

The aunt stood by and said, “Hey, I ran into a box when I polished the cabinet, and the lock was broken. There’s a book in it, and when I picked it up, it came out. I’m sorry.

I looked at her a little bit mechanically, and she always smiled softly.

“You told Auntie the truth. Is everything in your letter true? I’m sorry.

I had a laugh worse than crying, “Aunt, I wrote it for myself. There’s no need to lie. I’m sorry.

My father shouted, “Ding Qing, he’s your brother! I’m sorry.

And she asked, “Is it the rest of the morning that you talk about in college?” I’m sorry.

And We did not turn away from her and said: Yes. I’m sorry.

My dad slapped me with his hand.

The sound was so loud, I was punched in the face.

My father seemed to be shocked by the sound of his own voice, holding his hands in the air and dropping them off for half a day.

Then he stopped talking and sat back on the couch.

That’s when the door opened and the morning came back.

He didn’t even have the time to lift his head, and he laughed, “I went down to buy fruit, so my family was all together and why are you crying? I’m sorry.

I didn’t mean to cry.

But suddenly he couldn’t help but see him.

The rest of the morning put the fruit down at the gate and took a good look at us in the living room.

He clearly realized that there was something wrong, but he was even more forthcoming, even bending over to draw a tissue from the tea table.

“What are you crying about? I’m sorry.

My tears are even worse.

Aunty asked, “Are you in love with her in the morning?” I’m sorry.

He said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.

I didn’t expect him to answer so frankly and choke and say, “Before you go to Beijing, I said I’d ask you to take care of your sister. Did I say that?”

Then the morning was silent for a while, and he answered, “Yes, I did.” I’m sorry.

And she said, “I also said that you are both old, so keep your distance and do not cross.” Did I say that?”

Then the morning reply was: “Yes. I’m sorry.

Aunt said, “Why didn’t you listen, since I said so? I’m sorry.

And the rest of the morning came and said, “Because I like her. I’m sorry.

My father said, “You are brothers and sisters! I’m sorry.

But no one asked if we wanted to be brothers or sisters. I’m sorry.

The air has been condensed for a few minutes to hear the clock moving.

For a long time, she said, “Are you complaining about Mom?” I’m sorry.

And the rest of the morning dazzled, and he said, solemnly, “No, because you have your own life.” But I don’t want you to be angry about this because I have my life. I’m sorry.

The farce of that day ended with a phone call from my grandmother.

I don’t know what Grandma said, but after my dad hung up, let’s get out of his sight.

I put the letter back in the unlocked box and took it upstairs.

It’s like a fucking funeral.

The rest of the morning was in the back, and he didn’t talk.

Auntie stopped him.

“In the rest of the morning, you sleep with the guests today. I’ll get someone to change your room and study tomorrow. I’m sorry.

Our home is a double, main bedroom, guest bedroom and main library downstairs, two rooms upstairs, one of which was my bedroom and the other my study.

He moved in the rest of the morning, and the study turned into his bedroom.

“Mom, are you funny? I’m sorry.

Aunty said calmly, “We didn’t think well before, and now there’s still time to fix it. Morning, don’t make it hard for Mom. I’m sorry.

The rest of the morning, he tried to speak, but when she said the last few words, he tightened his finger.

And for a while, he said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

I can’t hear any more.

There were footsteps outside the door, stopped at my door and left.

I stood behind the door, carrying letters and tears.

Tears are dripping on the letterpaper, and a small ink is drawn.

And We thought, before, that between me and him, the three seniors, the Supreme.

I took him for a believer, and after five years I became the winner of the High Court, but after the one-wood bridge I found that the High Court was only the least difficult for me and him.

I finally cried with my knee.

When I went downstairs to drink soybean, my eyes were so swollen and my eyelids were single.

There are oil bars and buns on the table, and the buns are bean-curded. I’ll know when I eat them. They were bought in my favorite store.

The store’s on the other street. My dad doesn’t buy it much. It’s too far.

It’s on the table today at 7:30 in the morning.

My dad’s still watching the morning news. He doesn’t even look at me.

I bit the bun and cried into the soy bowl.

I thought it was frustrating, and now I feel so tired.

When he had finished his meal, he went out with his briefcase and closed the door and said, “To lunch at Grandma’s house today, you all go.” I’m sorry.

I looked up at him, he didn’t look at me and banged with the door.

Grandma made pork stew today, sprayed.

But the big one is not a table, but rather –

Grandma said, Ziu, walk down with me and eat.

Grandma lives in the old neighborhood. The neighbors know each other. We walk all the way. We meet a lot of acquaintances.

“Oh, it’s not that bad. It’s been a long time since I saw you. I’m sorry.

Grandma laughed, and said, “No, big girl. I’m sorry.

When I stepped in the snow after people left, my grandmother asked me, “Did you fall in love with the rest of the morning?” I’m sorry.

So I thought she was going to say it, and she said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.

Grandma smiled, “Look at the way your eyes are swollen today. I’m sorry.

I turned myself in: “It’s not like I haven’t spent two days in a day or two.” I’m sorry.

Grandma says, “You know why your dad’s so angry? I’m sorry.

We said, “How should I know that a man has a needle in his heart?” I’m sorry.

Grandma pointed her head at my forehead and said, “Your father is not worried about you. I’m sorry.

And she said, “He won’t let me talk to you. He thinks you’re still young. But let me tell you, the sooner people understand, the harder it is to lose. I’m sorry.

What does this have to do with being loved?

Grandma looked at me for half a day and said, “Just take the rest of the morning. You and the rest of the morning are not brothers and sisters. Both of them are good children. Why should she stop?” Because she’s afraid of gossip! What if you two are married? Is it a new family, or is it for your father’s family? I’m sorry.

My face turned red, and I yelled, “How come I’m married? I’m sorry.

Grandma put her hand in my mouth and said, “I ask you, you two are not in love for the rest of your life. Just for fun? I’m sorry.

I haven’t spoken for half a day.

And she laughed, “That’s the end of it. That’s what you’re going to say sooner or later. You won’t escape.” Your father had only one child, and he and your mother made all your property. The rest of the morning was the queen, and when he got married, your father helped to give up hundreds of thousands. But now it’s different. Even though the law doesn’t forbid you to get married, if you marry him the rest of the morning, what does the family say? Your mother’s relatives don’t scold your father? Does your dad have a face? Does your aunt have a face? It’s not about you and the rest of the morning, okay? I’m sorry.

I’m holding back, I’m not watching, I’m stepping in the sturgeon, I’m getting cold snow in my shoes.

That day, I didn’t say “what’s the house?”

I know that Grandma’s words are essential and the biggest obstacle between me and the rest of the morning.

Even this obstacle has nothing to do with my father’s or aunt’s personal will, and it comes from social feelings and is some kind of “rules” passed on from the ancient generations.

“Man lives, loves, wants money, but more face.” Grandma says so.

I stood in the snow with my soul and my feet were cold like ice, but I didn’t feel it.

Grandma said let me think about it for myself. She’ll talk to the rest of the morning.

The rest of the morning came down, stopped while I was passing by, reached out to my cheek, “Go back to the house. I’m sorry.

I looked up at him, and he looked so good that he had no idea what was going to happen.

“The rest of the morning,” I said, “My grandmother was a language teacher, and then became a headmaster. I’m sorry.

And he said, “So.” I’m sorry.

I said, “She’s very good at convincing people. I’m sorry.

He smiled, and he asked, “You’ve been convinced? I’m sorry.

I haven’t spoken for a day, and he reached out to me, and he didn’t say anything. He just said, “Go home, don’t catch cold.”

He walked towards my grandmother, and his black velvet swayed like a leaf sail in the sea.

When Grandma and the rest of the morning were finished, I went up with the three of us, two steps behind schedule, and I asked her, “What’s up? I’m sorry.

She knows exactly what I’m talking about and pretends to be stupid: “What’s up?” I’m sorry.

I was in a hurry: “What’s the rest of the morning? I’m sorry.

She took a look at me and said, “Standing on the Day of Resistance, a man like you will change his mind, so that he may remain steadfast.” I’m sorry.

The little old lady left me. Back up the stairs.

I was standing on the stairs and suddenly I laughed.

Later, my father and aunt didn’t say anything, so they closed their eyes.

I came home early in the morning, as my father said, “Don’t hang around with me.”

He’s been very good at his work in the morning, and he’s working on a business project with his seniors.

When we didn’t see each other, he used to be busy until midnight.

I had a hunch it had something to do with me, and I asked him what exactly he said to my grandmother, and he wouldn’t say it.

Then when I asked him, he laughed and touched my cheek, but he said, “Your father and your grandmother really loved you.” I’m sorry.

We said, “What about you?”

And he laughed, “O love, why else do you try so hard to save your wife? I’m sorry.

My face is red.

I guess I figured out what he said to Grandma.

It’s the absolute power to block the talk, which my dad told me.

But then he told me that the main purpose was to motivate me to learn to go up, not to fight boys, to prove my strength by learning.

Maybe my dad didn’t think it was me who listened, but it was the rest of the morning.

I raised my feet and kissed him for the rest of the morning, and he was unprepared, and I ran away.

He held my hand against my forehead.

The sound of the computer running in the small room, apart from the fact that it was so quiet and so quiet, made me panic.

I saw his throat roll down.

I don’t even know what I’m doing. My hands are on it.

He looked at me like, “Don’t you know that a boy’s throat can’t move? I’m sorry.

“What happens when you move? I’m sorry.

He leaned down and kissed me, and only he held his back and breathed, so he said, “This will happen.” I’m sorry.

It’s time to light up, the spring wind.

And We set up with him ten fingers, so that we could hear each other’s heartbeats.

And We held him, and We covered his head in his neck, and We whispered, “I was dreaming the rest of the morning.” I’m sorry.

He said, “That does not seem to be enough.” I’m sorry.

I picked up the pillow and hit him, he held it and threw it aside.

There’s sunshine coming in outside the window and lighting his eyebrow.

And in his eyes, I had a red cheek.

My long-standing feelings of truth have suddenly disappeared.

Turns out I wrote a promise on paper, and it’s really going to happen.

I’ve lost tears. Someone really will wipe them off for me.

I thought I’d end up in love, and he’s working on the future.

This road may be rough, but he’s with me.

That’s enough.

I hugged him, “I liked you when I was 17. I’m sorry.

And he laughed in my ears, and said, “O good coincidence, so am I. I’m sorry.

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## The wind and the moon

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.