Back in the village, my father dragged him to an unknown grave in the field. Back in the village, my father dragged him to an unknown grave in the field.
The fire was not contained when the paper was burned, the wind blew and the fire burned along the grass of the grave.
The old grave was covered with flames, and my father laughed that it would be extinguished.
There was another wind and the fire spread to the old graves next door.
The young men who are still swooping up their heads.
It’s a smoke in front of it.
1.
My father was filming my thighs and my old friend, and I was seeing his son.
That’s the handsome guy with his hair on fire.
Just a moment ago, I was kneeling in front of the old grave, and I was overwhelmed by him kneeling before the old grave.
And my father suddenly ran into a middle-aged man behind a handsome man, two men holding each other in tears, an old friend never seen for years.
Then my father stepped on the tricycle and drove us back to the old house where we had not lived for years.
The handsome man swung his gray hair several times at the dusty mirror on the wall and was sure it was hopeless.
His face was cloudy, and I couldn’t bear it: “Sorry, I’ll find you a barbershop in the street.” I’m sorry.
He gnawed his teeth and said, “The hair just done yesterday. I’m sorry.
“You can say that again tomorrow. I’m sorry.
“…I spent 2500.” I’m sorry.
I had a sleeve, and I said, “What kind of shop is it that can rob money? I’m sorry.
The cold look in my face, and I smiled:
Handsome pulls out his cell phone and shows up his paycheck.
I smoked my lips and told myself he had a point. It was my fault.
I cleaned the receipt code and was embarrassed by the word “less balance” on the starter.
Then he smiled, “Well, isn’t it not spring yet, and the money has not come down?” I’m sorry.
The guy’s face fell and his cell phone went back in his pocket, and he was like, “Big luck.” I’m sorry.
My father and his father are having a good time, and my father is having a good time. I’m sorry.
His father was also kind: “Yes! I’m sorry.
I whispered to my father, “My mother’s home, where’s the food?” I’m sorry.
My father ran over the smoke in his hand and said, “Let’s order out. I’m sorry.
“Who in the village delivers you? I’m sorry.
My father took a breath of cool air and then noded: “I’ll cook.” I’m sorry.
When he got up in the kitchen, I said, “Do you have anything to eat?” I’m sorry.
“My mom’s home too. I’m sorry.
I asked, “Why don’t we drive to the street and buy some?” I’m sorry.
The handsome man took a look at the old tricycle in the yard and raised his head and asked me, “What’s that? I’m sorry.
I scratched my head and said, “…the car was driven away by my mother. I’m sorry.
“The coincidence. “My mom drove my car, too. I’m sorry.
“I’m going to help. I’m sorry.
As soon as his father left, he dragged me in the direction of the tricycle and asked, “Do you ride or do I ride?” I’m sorry.
2.
Because the tricycle chain was too blunt, I couldn’t move.
He told me to sit in the back. He rode in front.
On the field fork, the handsome man stopped and threw his coat in my arms.
Today the sun is big, with a cotton coat off, and the handsome man is left with a thin sweater and a sweatball on his neck flowing straight into his collar.
I pulled out a napkin, rubbed it around his neck, he ran away with electricity, and cried out, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
“Sweat! * And I’m not bad, staring at him and howling.*
And the handsome man was unable to speak, and the fire was strangling, and he said, “Thank you. I’m sorry.
“It’s all right, try hard. Lunch should be ready by 3:00. I’m sorry.
And the handsome man stood still and said, “What way? I’m sorry.
I look forward to a few strange dirt roads, and I have a faint mind.
“…the last trip to the village was ten years ago. I’m sorry.
“Huh, coincidence.”
I took a look at the retard navigation on the phone and said, “Call the farmer and have lunch by 5:00.” I’m sorry.
The road trip ended up riding on both sides of the street.
Packed a few dishes at the deli and I stopped at a barber shop.
Look at the handsome man’s hair, look at the only sign on the street, “Ten dollars to wash and blow,” and tell him with his eyes: “Look handsome, you have no choice.”
He’s got a tan on his face.
And We comforted him: “Then I ask you to cut your hair in return, and anything else.” Twenty-five hundred and fifty. I’m sorry.
“…it’s not about money. I’m sorry.
“I’ve had a hard time raising my hair and making it! I’m sorry.
I touched him on the top of his head with a heart attack. It’s burning to the roots. It’s hopeless.
Even if it’s just that, it affects beauty.
The anger in the eyes of a handsome man gradually faded away, avoiding my men’s head, saying, “Don’t touch my head. I’m sorry.
“It’s not just time to wash inside. I’m sorry.
And he groaned with anger, and was determined to push open the door of the crunched glass.
As soon as Tony at the door met the guest, he kindly opened the model hair manual and handed it to both of us.
I really can’t imagine what it would be like to have a handsome guy with these hairs.
My father loved these models when he was young.
“Shaving your head! I’m sorry.
Tony picks up pushers and scissors and makes them against his head.
I’m sitting in the chair next to it, and I’m grotesque about charisma.
Milk dog turned wild dog, still so handsome.
After he shaved, he touched his hair and put his hand on that handsome eyebrow face, and I couldn’t help but take a picture.
I stood up and waved at him, and came out with my mouth: “Go, little wild dog.” I’m sorry.
Little wild dogs turned their eyes and raised the food that was left on the side, and walked and said, “My lord has a name, and I am in the tide. I’m sorry.
I’m happy to say, “Good tide. I’m sorry.
After shaving his head, accidentally poked my heart.
I called him by his name, and he didn’t like it, “It’s thick. I’m sorry.
But still, I’ll take out my cell phone as I wish.
“Yes, my name is Leng. I’m sorry.
He said he used a few words on his phone and then turned back in his pocket.
I was taken out by my collar and food was put in a tricycle.
I consciously followed the rotational rules and sat on the front cushion.
It’s hard to pick up a fucking car.
Cheng Chiu looked at me for a moment, reaching out with a strong hand and taking me straight to the back.
“The legs are as thin as the poles, and we’ll have to prepare for this. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing at you.
There’s a lot of messages from my dad on the phone, a bubble plan, two buckets empty.
My father said, “When will your uncle get home?” I’m sorry.
I’d forgotten that there were two father-in-laws at home.
I said, “Go, go, go, go! I’m sorry.
3.
Four of them.
I was staring at empty boxes with no drop of vegetable oil, and I asked, “What will happen in the morning?” I’m sorry.
My father was shaking and he was quiet.
I turned to him, and I cried, “No, I can’t. I’m sorry.
We haven’t been back to the village since the old people died.
My parents came back so suddenly this year, and suddenly they had a fight, and my mother drove away.
Throw me away.
I almost chased the car and yelled, “Mom!” How can I live without you? Mom, take me away. Mommy! I’m sorry.
Uncle Cheng beat my dad’s shoulder with his frown.
Cheng Tsi-sheng stood up and went into a dark yard.
In the dark, a little bit of Mars rises, and the shadow of it falls.
I said, “Did he miss Mom?” I’m sorry.
Uncle Cheng also went into the night, and two seconds later I saw him squeezing Cheng Tsumi’s ear, saying, “Damn boy! Don’t think you can smoke in front of your old man without your mother! I’m sorry.
Then the micro-red Mars was extinguished, and the strewn little wolf cubs leaned unsophisticated upon the door.
He looked up and asked his father, “When will he be home?” How? Do you have a place to sleep? I’m sorry.
My father looked around his house, made sure he didn’t have the two of them, and decided to lend them three rounds.
He was then taken away by three rusty sets of foot.
I just washed it and took the blankets I took out this morning. Scratch the bedboard and barely sleep.
Lie down and turn on the phone, and the devil almost turns on the flow of friends.
Black and gray, visible for only three days, as cold as his appearance.
I am politely concerned: “Have you come home? I’m sorry.
And he goes, “Well. I’m sorry.
Fuck you. Two more words.
I’m going to find my best friend Chen Orange Tuck.
She was so excited: “This is God’s idea of you being single. 345 days. I’m sorry.
We said, “Did the tree not grow leaves? I’m sorry.
In the middle of the night, heavy rain broke into the house and suddenly a news came out of the air: “Help! I’m sorry.
I haven’t come back yet. There’s a knock outside.
My father stepped on a slipper to open the door, and I dug out my head, and I saw the twigs and his dad with the covers and the chickens.
And that stubborn little tricycle.
His home is low.
It’s flooded.
I’ll get them some hot tea and a hot stove.
My father and Uncle Cheng went to get dry clothes and towels, and I was staring at the twilight that left a thin shirt on my body. I’m sorry.
If Cheng Tsi-sheng thinks something, he has to go up with his hands on his clothes.
The waist line was perfect, and the beads slowly flowed along several visible abdomen.
He went up, and I took a breath of air, and my nose got itchy.
“Sweet. “And suddenly he called out my name, and his eyes were filled with extraordinary smiles.
But more like scoffing, he said, “Your head is all in my clothes.” I’m sorry.
Cheng Chien is a leprechaun.
He lifted my clothes and made me fall asleep.
The three men were sleeping in one bed, and the next one was stopped.
All eyes closed are good flesh.
When will Cheng Tsi-sheng make me a Buddha? I’ll bow to him for a month.
Two symphonies coming from next door to interrupt my shameless fantasy.
I’m not the only one who can’t sleep tonight.
It was true that the sound of the bed was quickly lifted and the man then pushed the door and sat on the bamboo chair outside the house.
The old house’s soundproofing is so bad that I can hear the sound.
Including the sound of the lighter he lit.
It’s cold out there. It’s warmer than a nest.
I couldn’t bear to open the door.
Cheng Tsi-sheng sits by the house, without a light and a sip of smoke on his head.
I can only see his outline.
The throat was prominent and then rolled.
The light from the door sewd to him and he looked to me.
When I turned on the light, he was stabbed to close his eyes and he twisted his eyebrow and asked me, “You can’t sleep, too.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t come back to him until a while later. I’m sorry.
He took another sip and the whole man was buried in the white smoke.
I dragged a chair next to him and coughed several times.
He choked the smoke and threw it in the trash.
The sound of Cheng Tsumi is a bit dumb: “Go back to your room, it’s cold outside.” I’m sorry.
And We said: There is a bed in my house, and thou art cold outside. I’m sorry.
I have two beds in my room. I can move one out.
But he seems to get it wrong and asks me, “How dare you? I’m sorry.
My face was thick, and he said, “What can happen to my younger brother?” I’m sorry.
He came up with a silk threat, “That doesn’t mean it’s too small. I’m sorry.
And I pushed him gently, and in the proper way, “There are two beds in my house, either sleep directly or move out, whatever.” I’m sorry.
Cheng Tsi-sheng looked at the narrow door of my room and said, “The move will wake them up. I’m sorry.
I seem to have read his words, a little surprised.
Then he said, “Sleep in your room. Your father knew he would kill me.” My dad would have lashes if he knew. I’m sorry.
The smell of the game is spreading, the tide is boring and a cigarette is lit. “They can’t sleep anywhere. I’ll be back. I’m sorry.
Look at the smoke that lit in his hand. I wrinkled.
He looked at me before he had to choke it off. I reached out and pulled out the smoke from his pocket, the new one, three or four.
I threw the cigarette case aside: “Don’t smoke it.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t like what I did, “Do you care about me? I’m sorry.
“You can’t smoke, brother. Don’t smoke. I’m sorry.
“You will?”
“I won’t, but I also know that smoking takes a lung.” I’m sorry.
“And. I got in his ear and told him the truth, “Smoking stinks. I’m sorry.
And suddenly he turned his back and asked, “Have you tasted it? I’m sorry.
I shaved his face gently: “You’re gonna get your eyelashes on me.” I’m sorry.
He’s got to snap and he’s got red on his ear.
Two people sitting there, nobody moving.
Cheng was drowsy and drowsy, and then he woke up with his eyes closed and said, “Fuck me! I’m sorry.
And I was surprised and asked, “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
“I dreamt of my grandmother, and then the ghost slammed my bed…” And he turned around his neck and said, “Fuck you, you’re tired.” I’m sorry.
My eyebrow beats, and I said, “Grandma has come back to visit your great-great-grandson.” I’m sorry.
“Huh. “The grave you burned yesterday was my grandmother’s. I’m sorry.
“…uh. I’m sorry.
“It was a long wind and a fire yesterday, and when I died, I went down to apologize to the elderly.” I’m sorry.
He lit a lighter, felt the empty pocket, and then did it.
“It’s kind of open-minded, but it’s not nice to talk. I’m sorry.
I’m happy to take it, “Let’s take it as a compliment.” I’m sorry.
Three words fast fell into my ears: “Certainly.” I’m sorry.
It’s not true, I wonder if it’s true.
Then he put his headphones on, and turned away from the sight of my eyes, and closed his eyes to the music.
I kept my eyes closed for a while, and suddenly I started shaking.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the tide closed and two hands playing nothing in the air.
The feet hit the ground in rhythm, and the head didn’t even look at itself.
I looked at his hand for half a day and I identified him as playing guitar.
Listening to the music?
I’ve got a guilty mind, stretching out my hand over his swinging arm.
He opened his eyes and shuddered as if something bad had been committed.
In his eyes, I was surprised.
He bowed his head and lost his edge: “Sorry. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why he reacted this way, and he didn’t ask too much, and then he smiled, “Do you want to use my room with a guitar that I suddenly brought before going home?” I’m sorry.
He pulled his arms silently, shook his head, held his arms side by side, and leaned on his back without moving.
It’s almost light, and the light that’s leaking through the door is on the slightly pale face of the tide.
A little pathetic.
I pulled the guitar out, gently two times.
A few strings tremors, a little sound, and I lit up the tune, and I said, “I can’t play this thing, I bought it before, and I never touched it.” I’m sorry.
Then I played a few songs, and I said, “How are the stars playing?” I’m sorry.
The man who was on his side suffocated with a breath, and reached out to the guitar, and his eyes dazzled, and he sprung out a bit of the afterthought.
The two old men pushed the door to sleep when two snores fell.
“What are you kids doing up in the middle of the night? I’m sorry.
I pointed to the outside, “It’s almost dawn. I’m sorry.
Cheng Chiu-sheng and I sat together all night long.
Then he said, “The fighting is strong. I’m sorry.
“You are not bad.” I’m sorry.
My father had to let them bring everything to my house because the Cheng Chiu family was flooded.
Not for a few days anyway.
After two days of approaching Spring Festival, my mother finally took a carload of fresh food from Grandma’s home.
There are two living hens.
Cheng Tsi-sheng looked up and called his mother back.
The two families worked together to convince their neighbours to agree to borrow an empty house.
The old house had bad signals, and the fun I had with Cheng Tsumi was to fight those two chickens, and the neighbor’s house with a bunch of kittens.
Chill, peck it!
I command the old hens that are on their way to attack the old hens.
Cheng Tsi-sheng stopped the young man who had fled and shouted, “Ring, peck back! I’m sorry.
Then our cock fight was stopped by four adults.
Because I’m 30 years old, I have to eat well.
I held the eggs from the hens these days and asked, “Can we hatch this thing?” I’m sorry.
Cheng Tsi-sheng took eggs, boiled them in hot water, and brought me cold water. I’m sorry.
I’ll get some noodles. It’s delicious.
The two families sat together at the spring night, and when it was their turn to sing and dance, the drunk Uncle Cheng pointed at the people on TV and laughed, saying, “Dumi was in the show competition when he was a kid, just like them. I’m sorry.
I was surprised to see the tide and he didn’t react.
He continued: “He was eight years old, holding a guitar bigger than others.” I’m sorry.
Yes, I did.
It’s only Uncle Cheng who reacts to silence.
I don’t feel right, but I don’t ask a lot of questions.
After half an hour, Cheng Tsi-sheng went out without a sound, and Uncle Cheng squealed my eyelids, and I immediately learned to follow him behind him.
Sure enough, he lit another cigarette.
Why are kids so busy?
And I did not stop him this time, standing on his side, and he looked down at me with his head down, and then he alighted, “Smoke, go in.” I’m sorry.
I pushed him, reached out and grabbed a cigarette in his pocket, and he looked at me as surprised as I pulled one out of it.
“Give me a light. I’m sorry.
And I carried the smoke, raised my feet in front of him, and leaned against the smoke in his mouth.
Mars slowly over, me and his breath close.
Maybe it was so sudden that he frowned and asked, “You? I’m sorry.
I didn’t pay attention to him, and I snorted with smoke, and then I bowed and wept.
And I said, “Oh, shit, there’s nothing to smoke about. I’m sorry.
He laughed twice in my ugliness, helping me with my back: “Who will let you die?” I’m sorry.
I was standing straight behind his shoulder, and I was like, “Don’t smoke, you won’t.” I’m sorry.
He said, “I can learn. I’m sorry.
And We rant at him: “Do you learn anything? I’m sorry.
“Twipe and play, leave it alone. I’m sorry.
I groaned and reminded him: “It stinks.” I’m sorry.
The smoke in his hand broke and the Marts were destroyed and thrown into the trash.
He fell down and his head slowly approached me.
As I had some hidden expectations, he breathed at me.
Liu Hai flew on my forehead, and I was about to strike him back, and suddenly there was a sound of fireworks.
The tide looked up to the sky and said to me, “Smoke, smoke. I’m sorry.
I followed his gaze, and the radiant fireworks were scattered in the darkness of the sky, with the stars.
“10, 9, 8…”
Three, two, one!
“Happy New Year, Warm. I’m sorry.
Happy New Year! I’m sorry.
I’m speaking with him.
I laughed, and he asked me, “How do you do that every day?” I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s called the fucking sun. I’m sorry.
“Good, good. His slow voice is buried in the night, “sun and lively.” I’m sorry.
A few days later, the two families split up.
On my way home, I ordered a car ticket.
I’m counting the distance between two cities.
It’s fine.
A hundred bucks, can afford it.
I set up a chat box to cover up: “I hear there’s a beautiful town in your city. I’m sorry.
He returned quickly and asked me, “Did you?” I’m sorry.
I’m:
Straight Steel, see how I get the subject right!
“Maybe you’ve been living there for a long time, and those who haven’t been there certainly look good!” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t look good when I first went. I’m sorry.
Who will answer that?
Fuck!
Suddenly my heart was flat, and I put my phone out.
The cell phone continued to vibrate and thought Cheng Tsumi had taken the initiative.
It turns out that my innocent girlfriend has a series of over 10, 60 seconds of voice.
I don’t think so. Just click on her.
“That’s it, you piece of shit!”
“He’s too bad for you! I’m sorry.
Then she had a confused face bag and finally typed with her precious little finger.
She said, “Why do you say that about my boyfriend? I’m sorry.
I’m just opening her circle of friends and I’ve just seen her press release.
Another one.
I haven’t even seen it.
I asked, “Did you meet after the winter?” I’m sorry.
She asked me, with shame, “Did you not catch up with the dog you met on vacation?” I’m sorry.
I’ve been frozen for a while. I didn’t know I was chasing him.
“Who said anything about chasing him? I’m sorry.
The cell phone was then thrown aside and the face unwittingly heated.
The days I met Cheng Tsi-sheng, my words and my behavior were abnormal, and I want to go to his city today.
I didn’t even know when I was moving.
I was thinking about it, and I closed my eyes by the chair.
And yet another unfailing face appeared in my mind, a secret I could not say.
Not for a while.
The consciousness is getting confused and dark, and it’s home now.
I helped my parents move their bags home and then I took a shower before I saw the news on the phone.
He asked me: “I hear you have a lot of play facilities in your city.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t have a good reason to return: “Is it?” I’m sorry.
“All right. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, I should have known he wouldn’t do the “Let’s go” trick.
I killed myself in the cradle when I could still meet.
I fell on the bed with some disappointment and looked at a calendar on the wall.
I’ve been looking for a lot of things to do since college, and I’ve been looking for him for a summer vacation.
It’s almost forgotten. Forget it.
The world of adults retains a decent share.
I’ll turn off the lights and close my eyes to bed.
The bedroom was quiet for a long time, and suddenly my anger came out.
But he really suits me.
Boo!
Soon I’ll know I won’t be able to see the tide soon.
Although the school did not start early, I had to go early.
“Well, it’s not like you’re going back alone, is it not me?” I’m sorry.
The lab sister had to go home temporarily and left food for the mice.
So I was called back to feed my food when it was proved that I was idle at home.
That’s fine. The problem is that my ex, with his current girlfriend, joined the same lab as me at the end of the school term.
He was called back.
I’m the bastard.
Chen Orange is very generous in saying he’ll come with me and help me out.
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t happen. It’s important that I don’t have a chance to see it.
I went back to school after I packed my bags with bitter hatred.
The project mentor’s personal letters followed me, fearing that the mouse would starve to death.
The mice are starving, but the school canteen is not open.
I have to starve first.
In the evening, Chen Orange ordered take-out.
I was paralyzing on the table with my groaning belly, and suddenly a sack of toast appeared.
Behind the toast was the face of his predecessor, who made a smile of his heart: “Eat, this is your favorite brand.” I’m sorry.
Chen Orange was more excited than I was, and he pushed him away: “You needn’t be so diligent. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say a word. The canvas bag came out of the lab with Chen Orange.
Honorary photographs, both teachers and students, were displayed on both walls of the corridor.
I was suddenly drawn to the sunset outside the window at the end of the corridor and led the orange to the semi-open window.
In the evening, the yellow light was planted greenly by the window, passing through the green leaves and on a photograph of honour on the wall.
It’s a grown-up man’s face, a gentle eye, and I can even imagine the man’s clothes.
Imagine his elegance, gentle manners.
I know I’m a little upset.
“Don’t be unhappy, that son of a bitch! I’m sorry.
“You’ve been green 300 times a year together. He wouldn’t have come if his White Lotus girlfriend hadn’t come. I’m sorry.
“It’s been a year since she broke up, and it’s time to let go.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her funny look.
I’d have forgotten about that piece of shit.
She’s my closest friend. She knows my emotions very well.
But no one knows where my emotions come from.
I looked at the pictures on the wall, and I looked down for two seconds.
Shh. It’s a secret.
The rats had them for a week, and S finally came.
The canteen was finally opened, and the spicy enthusiast had a bowl.
Chen Orange suddenly told me that the guitarist and the dance club were jointly organizing a playground concert and asked me if I wanted to sign up for a show.
She’s gonna do whatever she wants.
“I know the director of the guitar, and I might be able to guide us.” I’m sorry.
Okay, I think I get it.
“The last score?”
“Ahem! The president of the guitar is a woman! I’m sorry.
I wipe my mouth and shake my head: “We’re so old, we should live in S.” You have time to prepare for your study. You want to go on your own. I’m sorry.
Chen’s face went down immediately, and the little mouth was about to fall.
And We passed over her head and beholded a familiar face.
Known inches, familiar wildness.
Cheng Tsi.
A ecstasy burst in my heart.
“Why do you look so grumpy?” I’m sorry.
I’d be more grumpy if Cheng Tsi-sheng wasn’t sitting with a girl.
The girl with the pony tail and the high waist belt with the thin little waist is the one that makes me phobia.
I have never seen a process that is so gentle and lax, even with a moist demand.
He was slightly frowned to apologize for what he said to the girls across the street, whose expression meant some recrimination.
It’s like…
You know, when you’re mad at your girlfriend, it’s the same as when you’re in a little trouble.
I guess my eyes are too hot, and Chen Orange has precisely found my sight sniper spot.
She looked at her eyes for a while, and suddenly she said, “That, that, and that! That is not!” I’m sorry.
“You know…”
Cheng Tsi-kun?
“Isn’t that Zhu Zhu Quan? I’m sorry.
Plum.
And I lamented, and she said to herself, “The boy across from her looks good, like the little wild dog you described.” Are they a couple? It looks like it’s a good match.”
We interrupted her: “This is him.” I’m sorry.
“Uh…” Chen Orange snuffed.
A few seconds later, she said, “Dum. I remember, Gu Zheng sent a friend circle two days ago saying she was single. I’m sorry.
And I was cold, and I was cold: “What if they were the pursuers and the pursued? I’m sorry.
The heart of the voice just went down.
I didn’t even have the courage to say hello to him.
Chen Orange also had no idea what to say and offered to take me to the dance club for rehearsal.
She said, “The president of the dance club, Jun Lin, I know him too. Let’s learn to dance. Dancing and spicy men! I’m sorry.
“The one who danced at the New Year’s party in the second year and then joined the white wall for the week?” I’m sorry.
Chen Orange Queer Noded Hardly.
I think of that hot, hot, hot, hot, and all of a sudden sour.
No proud talent, no amazing beauty.
Only my youth seems so quiet.
I didn’t want to go to the event, I didn’t find out.
It’s very moving music filled with dance rooms, and Chen Orange goes with it.
I’m sitting on the side of my lap, and I’m scrambling on the hip-hop dialogue.
But he was the first to send a message to me, “You too are S Big?”
He saw me?
And I looked up and looked at the man standing before me.
When he stood in front of me, he looked at me a little bit, and his lips were smirkled with an unknown smile.
He’s right behind him. He’s talking to Lin about the party.
Cheng Tsi-sheng sat down in front of me and asked me, “Don’t you be surprised to see me?” I’m sorry.
I’m stuck in my mouth and I don’t know what to say, and I’ll just ask him, “The freshman.” I’m sorry.
“Hmm-hmm. I’m sorry.
“Not a student. I’m sorry.
“The Count’s. I’m sorry.
“No wonder I haven’t seen you in six months. I’m sorry.
Tens of thousands of people in a school are normal if they do not meet six months of a professional life.
He looked at me for a moment and suddenly said, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
He leaned over, “I’m happy to see you.” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, I’m so happy to laugh.
“I fear you will come to me for revenge for burning the graves.” I’m sorry.
Before Cheng Tsi-sheng had the time to speak, Cheng Tsi-sheng walked up behind him and slapped him in the head. I’m sorry.
I didn’t shoot him in the head.
“See you later.” I’m sorry.
Then he went out side by side with Gu.
“You’ve got a good hair.” I’m sorry.
“It will be a long time. I’m sorry.
I didn’t even notice my hand was holding tight and my fingerbone was strong.
It’s like a summer soda in my heart, with bubbles and sour.
But that guy’s got a nice body, nice legs.
She’s got a good mouth red sign, too.
When Chen Orange came sweaty, he fancied and asked me, “Did I look skinny?” I’m sorry.
“Let’s go for a run. I stood up and dragged her out.
“You’re going to lose weight when your head gets hot again! I’m sorry.
“Shut the fuck up! I’m sorry.
In the end, Chen Orange applied for a break for leg acid and invited me to accompany her to clean up.
She grabbed me in a very understanding way: “Men, no. Why bother for one. Every time you hang yourself in a tree, you run away and kill your best friend. I’m sorry.
Since then, Cheng Tsumi and I have been locked.
We can meet anywhere.
Just arrived at the door of the Qing Bar, one turn and Cheng Tsi-sheng ran into each other.
He hit his forehead on his solid pecs and almost hit a concussion.
Chen Orange swept two laps between me and him, blinking at me and leaving at speed.
And Cheng Tsumi leaned his arms against the wall and bowed his head at me, saying, “You have come.” I’m sorry.
I was wondering, and he showed up the phone interface: “You just saw your circle of friends, and I happen to have an appointment here. I’m sorry.
I just remembered that I had a circle of friends before, but he didn’t really move and he didn’t like it, like his gray head, like a dead mark in a frame.
We said, “You’ll brush your circle.” I’m sorry.
He took his phone back and pointed it in, saying, “Your friend’s gone or not? I’m sorry.
He’s got a few people out there, and he’s got an eyeful of yellow hair.
I nod my head: “All right. I’m sorry.
His brothers were very enthusiastic, especially with all their yellow hair, and were so happy to put their hands on my shoulder that they were slapped in the face.
“You’re the sister who shaved Chiu?” I’m sorry.
“Smoke to death, Chiu was also an inch, and you made it the next day for that long hair. I’m sorry.
Again.
Cheng Tsi-sheng was the first to push his head and his eyes were dark: “Shut up!” I’m sorry.
My smile fell down, and he left his long gray hair, too.
How much he likes her.
I’ll find a seat to sit down and pick up my little glass.
A few boys were suddenly horrified, and I didn’t know why, and the things in their hands were quickly stolen by Cheng Tsien.
Half the wine was spilled, left in the skirts, and a fragrance was spilled.
And he frowned, “What is the matter with him? Half a cup is not enough for you to fall down.” I’m sorry.
Unreconciled by the emotional instability of the moment, the wine in front of us is a famous height.
Then he pushed another one, “A girl is out drinking alone. I’m sorry.
I jumped and laughed at him and said, “Do you despise me, brother? I’m sorry.
I want to be faceless.
But he jumped over the height and took the most acceptable of them.
But it’s still a little tough.
Cheng Chiu is serious. “Are you out of your mind? I’m sorry.
He took the glass in my hand and put me on the couch.
And he sat beside me, and said, “Stand on me.” I’m sorry.
I’m sober, I just can’t control my body.
Just a little bit.
Quiet for a while, and there was a thunderstorm coming out of those brothers behind them.
Yellow hair put his cell phone in front of us, and he said, “This is the video you played when you were a kid. You’re so cute. I’m sorry.
In the video, an eight-year-old kid played guitar and was suddenly asked by the jury to stop for a moment, and the kid stood up on the stage and saw if anyone could speak for himself.
The eyebrows are indeed very similar to the currents.
“I think Chiu’s 8-year-old and plays and sings nicely and nicely.
I look at the tide, but I find the light in his eyes completely sank, and it’s far worse.
He shook his fist with his hand on my side, he shivering with restraint, and almost bit his teeth and said, “Go away! I’m sorry.
I remember the weird reaction of the family that night, and it wasn’t right.
It’s probably a taboo that you can never touch.
Before the worse, I held his hand and stood up and dragged him: “Let’s go out and get some air.” I’m sorry.
Cheng Chiu-sheng was silent and let me drag him forward.
As far as a bridge is concerned, it is too late, and there is no one around, except for the rest of the evening.
I stopped and he stopped.
Looking at the dark water that flows far away, I do not know how to comfort him.
This is my mouth. I don’t know how to talk like that.
Cheng Tsi-sheng and I took my arms to the bridge and lit the lighter.
And through it We saw a heavy and suffocating wound in his eyes.
I wish I could take a smile on his back and say, “How many years have passed since brother?”
But I’m not in a position to say that without suffering.
He was shivering in his hands with the smoke and didn’t even light it.
I decided to change the subject: “Smoking again? I’m sorry.
“Sorry, forget you can’t smell smoke.” I’m sorry.
“I can’t smell it, I can’t smell it. I’m sorry.
I looked up at the full moon of the sky, and said, “I knew a man before, and I loved smoking, so I could hate seven or eight packs a day.” I’m sorry.
Cheng Chiu-sheng said to me, “Well, that’s why he has a bad breath, so you always remind me? I’m sorry.
I watched him shake his head: “No. I’m sorry.
He asked, “So yes?”
“Then the man died, lung cancer. I’m sorry.
The air was silent for two seconds, and I made it up: “Thirty years old.” I’m sorry.
Then Cheng Tsumi’s clothes were rubbed with his movements, and both the smoke and the lighter were collected.
I realized that the atmosphere was more serious, and I was like, “You know, I’m kidding, I don’t know why he got lung cancer, just because he likes to smoke.”
Forget it, it’s getting worse.
Sometimes I really feel like I’m a lover.
“Sorry. “The night of silence suddenly appeared a word from him.
I looked at him astonished, and he jumped on my face with his tobacco-flavored fingers.
The cold water stains were stunned, and his voice was so gentle: “You must be upset.” I’m sorry.
Don’t do it. I’m dumb, “Wacky.” I’m still used to the way you pull it. I’m sorry.
And he stinged his head, and he said, “You owe it, and it is not easy for me to be gentle.” I’m sorry.
“What about you?” You seem to be interested in music, but you’re running away. I’m sorry.
“…is it because of the trauma left at the age of eight? I’m sorry.
He hesitated for a while and the sound was soft: “It should be.” I’m sorry.
All I can do is slap him on the shoulder, and it’s a little stiff, “It’s over. I’m sorry.
Suddenly his phone turned on, he pulled it out, and I had a glimpse of him.
The warmth of the Zhang Dynasty faded at once.
I almost forgot that maybe I wasn’t the one he needed most at the moment.
I pretended to smile at him and said, “It’s a little cold, I’ll go back. I’m sorry.
He didn’t see my mood and turned his phone back in his pocket: “I’ll give you a ride.” I’m sorry.
So he walked with me and went to the light, and he stopped not far from the school.
I waved goodbye to him and turned around to the door.
Suddenly, a high-picked girl passed me by her shoulder, and her nasal cavity poured into her cold fragrance.
When I looked back, I found out that the girl was still dressed up hot.
She’s heading towards the tide, which is not surprising.
They said hi and left side by side.
So they were supposed to.
So send me just by the way.
What are you thinking?
I’ll warm up in the playground in a few days, and I heard that Cheng Tsi-sheng officially joined the guitar and also reported a show.
That’s what Chen Orange told me.
He’s not afraid this time.
I was sorely thinking that I didn’t know if it was because I was treating him.
But it’s a good thing he’s willing to touch music.
Then, when Chen Orange suddenly remembered something, he said, “Yes, Gu is in love, and she’s in love with Cheng Tsi. I’m sorry.
I looked up at my eyes, “So dog blood!” I’m sorry.
Chen Orange White looked at me and said, “You idiot, you didn’t think that Cheng Tsi-sheng was close to Qin to help his roommate. I’m sorry.
I thought about it a little bit, and I didn’t think it was a big chance.
Why else would he keep his hair in order to care?
It’s a mistake.
Poor bastard.
I was just thinking, you know, I just felt somebody taping my back behind me.
“Sweat!”
Chen Orange probably thinks I’ve got my real edge and I’ve lost my cigarette.
I’m looking at myself in a sweatshirt and I’ve just finished my sweating.
The sleeves were strangled by him, and the equilibrium muscles were shown.
Clothes were humid by sweat and tight on his back while he was breathing.
Looks like a lot of exercise. It’s a really good outburst.
I taped him on the shoulder, and I said, “You can’t ask for anything, just let it go. I’m sorry.
Hey, hey, hey, then I got a chance.
His right eye was thin, his eye was small and his face suddenly turned funny.
He’s like, “What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.
Men are really good faces.
And We thought We were conceited: “I understand thee. Verily, the female whom I like is with his friend, and indeed he is a jerk.” I’m sorry.
Cheng Tsumi’s face gets a little stiffer.
I think it’s time I called myself a lover again.
He yelled at me, “Der, what are you talking about? I’m sorry.
The word “sweet” had been rubbing on my lips for a long time, but I didn’t spit it out, so he realized, “What do you say?” I’m sorry.
I nodded.
“You say I like her?” I’m sorry.
I don’t seem to know.
So I swallowed up and threw up and said, “Didn’t your long hair stay for her?” I’m sorry.
He suddenly took a deep breath, raised his head, and he laughed: “You always thought so. I’m sorry.
Then he bowed his head, and We saw clearly his backs and his lips covered with powder.
He explained to himself, “I went to the guitar club in the last semester, and the guitar was too bad because of the performance obstacles, and I didn’t want it.” Then she said that if I kept my hair long and dyed a gray, she promised me to go to the guitar. I’m sorry.
Cheng Tsi-sensen became more upset, with his left face twitching: “As a result, she said that she was just saying that I was right for the look and suddenly wanted to change my style. I’m sorry.
“I shaved my head and begged her to take me in. I’m sorry.
Now it’s my turn to laugh, and I’m laughing, and I’m saying, “You’re so cute, Cheng Tsiao. I’m sorry.
As a result of the tide, I appear at the guitars more and more frequently.
With a bag of milk and tea, it’s called warmth.
Gu Zheng is familiar with me and exchanges lipstick links with me.
“Don’t say that the tide is advancing fast.” The first time he heard him play the guitar, he was so deaf that he didn’t hesitate to drive him away. I’m sorry.
I explained to Cheng Tsi, “He’s the first time he’s ever been nervous in person.” I’m sorry.
I remember when he was in the village when I found him playing the air guitar.
Now he can sit here and perform freely in small groups.
Cheng Tsumi, he’s been over that psychological barrier himself.
That’s why it’s so urgent to join the guitar club and to sign up for the playground concert in six months.
I think I’m looking forward to that party more than he is.
After more than 10 days, the two associations are ready to rehearse.
The stage has been set up in the playground, and we have been told that we have hired a specialized planning company.
It’s like the emperor’s throne.
But the tide ran away.
Leave a guitar on the side of the stage.
Its owner is missing.
Gu was looking around and wondering, “Isn’t it just happening? I’m sorry.
I open it.
It’s the rehearsal that scared the wheel.
Finally, I found him on the bridge that night.
He was facing the river under the bridge, with his hands on the bridge, and the evening wind was blowing his horn.
Silence.
I snuck over.
Standing behind him, he handed over a gum.
He has not been seen smoking since the last conversation, and the cigarette case in his pocket has been converted into gum.
And when I received the gum, I heard him say, “Sorry, I have disappointed you. I’m sorry.
“At least before the rehearsal, I thought I could overcome it. I’m sorry.
I put on his cold arm and tried to comfort him.
I want to tell him it’s okay, everything’s just a matter of time.
When the night was cold, he asked, “Do you all think that I left a stage shadow because I was criticized on the show when I was eight? I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and the light was shining on his dark eyes, so deep.
“You know what the judge’s name is? I’m sorry.
I thought about it in detail, when I was watching that video, I didn’t notice the judge’s name or even what it looked like.
I was only able to answer correctly: “I don’t care. I’m sorry.
He whispered, “Zhao Chiu’s eyes are down, he looks to the open river, he can’t see his face.” I’m sorry.
Zhao Chiu
It was a familiar name, once known for a while and then silent.
I heard there was something going on.
I remember the news I read a long time ago. It was a drug problem.
And there are other crimes…
Fuzzy information operates in the brain, and when I capture a word, I breathe.
Paedophilia.
I had a suffocation, and my eyes were nailed to the tide.
“The tide…”
I slowly raised my arms and wanted to hold him.
The nightlight was reflected in the river and, as the water fluctuated, a stone was lost in it.
His face was buried in the night, and he whispered the secret: “That year in the back of the show, he took me alone to the lounge with his lead.” I’m sorry.
He spent a long time, with some little invisible tremors, and I didn’t breathe in the atmosphere to wait for him to continue.
“And then I kicked him off, and he didn’t. But that disgusting memory, I remember it all my life. He stopped on purpose to get back at me. I’m sorry.
“I thought it was that performance accident that left a shadow, but every time I looked at the stage, I was thinking of his disgusting face. I’m sorry.
“I dare not tell anyone, including my parents. Maybe because I’m a coward in my bones. I’m sorry.
I felt like my heart was in pain, and when it came back, I held his back.
My hands are shaking and the water coming out of my eyes wets his clothes.
And I choked, “You’ll say it, and it probably means you’re starting to put it down.” I’m sorry.
His warm hands touched my back, and he cuddled back, and his breath spread over me: “Maybe.” I’m sorry.
Cheng Ttsi didn’t quit.
The night of the official playground concert, he was on stage, and I took care of his hair.
There are stars in the sky that shine and shine in his curtains.
I sensed him breathing deep and holding the guitar’s fingers tight.
I held his wrists and appeased: “Take it easy. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. He responded to it in the dark.
And I turned my head down and approached him in his ear, and put my breath down: “Yes, I never told you.” I’ve been learning how to dance after you go up. I’m sorry.
“I hit the lights above my head. I’m sorry.
I blinked and again stressed, “Only for you.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me with surprise and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m sorry.
I’ve had two coughs in my throat, and I’ve held my arms with some pride: “What if I told you that I didn’t learn to be ashamed after that? I’m sorry.
He reached out and held me politely.
My heart beats in a state of closeness.
I heard him say, “I’m not brave enough, I’m afraid.” I’m sorry.
Thank you. I’m sorry.
I smiled, “Imbecile, it’s braveness to choose to hold back. I’m sorry.
The light in my hand follows the tide of the stage. He’s great.
The light in my eyes was following him, and the highest frequency of his heart beating was him.
“This is what he suddenly decided to add last night.” I’m sorry.
We took the thin piece of paper to reflect that it was different when he rehearsed in peace.
“The song is called Heart Peak In Water.” I’m sorry.
I was standing in line with her, looking far behind the spotlight, surrounded by tides.
As the song ended, his blind eyes were suddenly swept away and his beautiful eyes were dazzled by the rare smiles.
The last verse is:
“The heart laces into the water, and the tides rise. I’m sorry.
He looked straight at me, and the heat came upon me, and I was shocked.
“We’re the ones who do the music, and romance is one thing.” I’m sorry.
Cheng Tsumi gave his guitar to his companions and jumped off the stage.
He ran to me, and the youths were so hot, I was so red.
He told me to go with him.
I haven’t stopped for a minute.
This is the third time I’ve been on this bridge since I met him.
Same night, same place.
Two hearts resonate with this moment.
He suddenly asked me, “When will you tell me your secret when you have heard all my secrets?” I’m sorry.
I’m looking at the low tide.
His eyes are staring at me, blinking, serious.
“I’d like to move to a college, so I’ve learned a little in advance. I heard there’s a professor at the College called Qi Yi. I’m sorry.
I shudder and my legs softly.
And Cheng twilighted me, and the wild frown frowned, and he apologized: “I am sorry that I was too anxious to know you.” I’m sorry.
He leaned down and held me, with his left hand on my shoulder, and his right hand on my waist, and in the end I was all in his firm arms, breathing in pieces.
Through his chest, I found him breathing.
He said, “Thirty years old. He was your lab coach, and I thought of what you said that night. I’m sorry.
My hand grabbed the clothes of Cheng Tsumi’s chest and I had to pull them off.
He waited silently for me to speak, and I took a breath and I looked up.
Actually, it’s not a big secret. It’s just a little reminiscent that the ashes of pain continue to burn me.
I first entered the laboratory of Zhizu, a young professor who is rare in school.
He smiled nicely, dressed like a man, and ironed the corner.
I was only there when he and our students were two worlds, and I occasionally came to visit us newbies who were helpless in the face of experimental instruments.
And We had a further encounter with him, when he saw my predecessor holding hands and other women holding hands, so he reminded me of it.
He said that he had been left behind, so he felt the same way, so he took care of my business.
I realized that this man was just polite and alienated and actually flesh and blood.
He’s a good-looking, nice-looking man, a gentleman, and cute-looking.
Others may not be moved.
But I will.
It doesn’t make sense that students like teachers.
Consider it a secret.
It was later that I realized he loved smoking.
I accidentally ran into him when I sent the information.
He fell by the sofa, and the bottle on his feet was rumbling, and the smoke in his hand lit one after the other.
I found a medical report on his side, late.
I cried more than anyone, and it was his turn to wipe my tears.
I took a cigarette and I choked myself.
It’s impossible, but it’s fun to say, “Smoking over the lungs, not wasting, hundreds of them.” I’m sorry.
I told you I didn’t have time to confess.
“Do you like it?” Or did you find your predecessor a slag, in a time of extreme pain, dependent on me to give you comfort? I’m sorry.
I think he made sense, but I still feel bad.
“It’s a shame that I’m so good at losing me to the world. He looked up at the ceiling, and he was a little confused.
“If you say that man dies when I’m 30, will he at least wait for me to die? I’m sorry.
He’s talking about his predecessor again.
That’s why I thought it was a secret.
If it were not for his condition, the slight shock would have only faded over time.
But emotions tend to peak when they know they’re losing.
Me and his real time, but two months.
The man never opened his eyes before he could ask him about his sad love history.
Since then, his memory has been clouded and made more beautiful.
I’ll tell all the stories with Cheng Tsi.
And when it came to pass, it became as if there was something in my heart that would flow with Our tears into the stream.
Cheng Tsi-sheng tied me to my collar with his throat on my collarbone, rolling in a irregular manner.
It’s hard for me to connect a gentle big boy at the moment with the old country boy who looked down on me.
Since when did he change?
I heard him say, “Do you like me? I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth to answer, “I like” was blocked in half, and he stopped me, “But I like you!” I’m sorry.
This idiot thinks I’m gonna turn him down.
He took it seriously and urgently: “Your past was very hard, but I will wait until you put it down.” I’m sorry.
I felt my strength coming back into my body, and I put my hand around him, and I said, “But I’ve put it down.” I’m sorry.
I have always been clear that, after a long time, I look at that passage from the perspective of an observer.
When people panic, it is often difficult to distinguish between their feelings.
I’m not much of a fan of obscurity, and an injured cat can be dependent on the person who gives it food.
I mistook this dependency for love, and “love” peaked when I learned to lose him.
At the same time, no one would want to lose a man as beautiful as the motto.
I will not allow myself to lose another light at this point.
I’ll pull up my heavy head on my shoulder.
Cheng Tsumi misconstrues what I’m saying, with a breath and a full eye.
I stomped on his toes and flew off his lips for a kiss.
“Chang Tsi, tell you another secret. I’m sorry.
“You’ve been my cell phone wallpaper.” I’m sorry.
It was when I took him to shave his hair.
The same photo, the same man, when I felt he was angry and angry, an unobstinate little wild dog, and now he looks softer and softer.
He’s dazzling for a moment, and he’s happy to climb right up his eyebrow.
Then he held me and said, “Here’s the treasure.” I’m sorry.
Thank you for meeting, but it is not recommended to burn the graves of his ancestors at first sight.
The party was nearing its end when Cheng Tsi-kun and I held hands.
Gu and Chen Orange stood in the crowd looking around.
And suddenly we were seen.
Two men tall and short, one cool and sweet, jumping up and down in the crowd.
I’m just laughing at you, and Cheng Chi-sheng’s hand is on my shoulder.
Gu Jin received the love signal, and she dragged Chen Orange and said, “The next song I’m going to sing is “Students of the Wind.” I’m sorry.
“I want to dance with you!” I’m sorry.
“If we can shoot MV later, we’ll find them. I’m sorry.
Cheng Chiu-sheng took me away.
Go to the no-man’s light and pull your hands off your waist.
I leaned on him again and he leaned over and called my name.
It’s a kiss.
Take away my soul.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
