How can a writing begin with “I raised the Nine Princes and he wants to marry me”?

How can a writing begin with “I raised the Nine Princes and he wants to marry me”? – What?

I raised the Nine Princes and he wanted to marry me.

You may think I have a prominent identity.

Perhaps the young queen, perhaps the queen of the six palaces, perhaps the condescending princess, perhaps the noble princess…

But I’m nothing. I’m a butcher’s daughter.

One.

When I found the Nine Princes, I couldn’t even read.

The noble prince above him and the stinking butcher.

The clouds and the moon, and the mud in the water, and none of the world’s life should have any connection.

There are 10,000 possibilities that I can buy the honey pot, not go home, not find the source of the tears.

That way, he died early and had a good life.

I’m a lifeless butcher’s daughter.

This is actually a better outcome.

Two.

His Majesty cried softly when he was in the twilight, as if he were a timid.

It was a winter without snow and a dry, cold cold wind swept the suburbs.

A while later, a blunt knife cut the flesh, and it hurts.

The little baby was lying in the midst of a bunch of beggars dressed in clothes, trying very hard to make a sound and crying.

And I was not too young, and it was too late for me to go home to dinner, and to pass through the temple of the beggars.

His voice is not big, it seems like he’ll be out of breath at any time.

But the strange thing was not blown away by the hurricane, but it ran straight into my ears.

The newborn baby struggled to survive, crying and telling him the only listener with a weak voice that could not be ignored.

He wants to live.

I hesitated for a long time and took him away and took him home in my humble robe.

Then I heard that the temple had collapsed that night, killing many of the beggars with their heads frozen.

I was conceited that this kid was lucky, and I saved his life.

Who saved who? Who did this to you?

I don’t know. Nobody’s making it clear.

In autumn, I was under nine years old, short-sized and unarmed.

He’s heavy, I hold him, almost wear my hands off.

I’ve been thinking about throwing it away so many times, why bother?

I can’t afford to keep my kids alive.

But he didn’t cry. He was quiet.

The little hands that are so red and purple are dying on my sleeve.

A pair of big, dark eyes staring at me.

I can’t believe I see fear in a half-year-old baby.

He’s scared, afraid I’ll throw him away.

It’s easy to save people, to raise them.

He’s a living man, not a kitten, but even a puppy, I can’t throw it away.

When we arrived home, the twilight was round, and the wind was whistling, beating on old windows, crying.

I’m standing at my door, squirting, afraid to go in.

That’s great, because I’m a fool. He doesn’t have to be afraid. I’m the one to be afraid.

Dad said this is a bad year, and many livestock in the suburbs are sick and dead.

All the cattle, goats and porks they wanted for the New Year were converted to locals.

But my father is a butcher, and he has no livelihood without livestock.

This was the season of the past years, and father often used his position to steal some flesh or internal organs and open his house.

This year, we can’t even get a bite.

I haven’t tasted meat for a long time. I can’t help but swallow my mouth when I come back from the street and smell the meat buns.

I don’t really know what the world is like, but I’ve had enough to eat and sleep at night with a brick.

My mother used to say that life in this world must be difficult for people like me who are stupid, kind and incompetent.

She was right in half, and wrong in half.

Six.

I hold him, I stand at the door, and I’m still squirming.

This is a series of ups and downs and downs.

There’s a field in the suburbs. The old Meng’s family has worked hard to grow.

In East City, sugar-sellers and paper-cutting small families.

There’s a palm-size shop in the middle of the country, the Wu rich family, who sells their own fabric…

It’s time for dinner when the family’s windows are fragrance.

I swallowed it, and I suddenly remembered a small bag of honey I had bought for so long.

I put the child on a plank in front of the door, pulled out a hot paper bag out of my arms and carefully took one out of my mouth.

His eyes are really big and dark, staring at people, scary.

“Do you want to eat? I went down and asked him quietly.

He won’t answer, but he stares at me, and my shadow is clearly reflected in the big pupils.

I put one in his soft mouth.

He didn’t throw up like a toothless little old man, sucking, probably sweet.

The sweet taste was clean, and he didn’t say anything, and he threw up good honey.

It’s too bad to blame a baby for wasting.

The wind was plundered from the wasteland outside the city, holding sand and drying cold.

I crouched in front of my old wooden door, lying in front of a child who was a stranger.

The only connection between us and each other is a small bag of honey.

We all love sweet.

He looked at me, and looked at him, and laughed, with his teeth open, and he laughed silently.

I’m laughing too, I think. This kid’s worth it.

My mother was really surprised when she opened the door.

“Let’s forget to pick up the birds and dogs in the past how can we get the kids at home?” I’m sorry.

She couldn’t stop crying, and she was full of rugged little ditches, apparently crying more than smiling.

My parents told me to throw him away and I cried and died.

Finally, they said, “A sip of rice soup, and a cloth is still available in the house.”

I’m the one who got the doll back. I’m responsible for it.

So, when I was nine years old, I was young and had to experience it earlier.

My mother was going to work as a cook at the Ministry of Labour during the day, and my father had no livestock to slaughter, and went out to the ranch to find a job to feed the sheep.

The responsibility of raising children falls entirely upon me.

I don’t even know the words.

Children of the same age, but anyone with a little greasy at home is sent to school.

But most of our kids in the West Side don’t have a lot of copper money, they’ve had a lot of trouble raising a family, and they’re not going to school.

Before I left, Mother turned out a piece of my childhood belt.

So I carried him back with that belt and left the door early in the morning.

I went to see Wu rich, he raised a sheep, he just gave birth to a lamb, he might have milk.

But he wasn’t home, his mother was home, and he said he went with his father to the inner city to sell the cloth.

His knitting machine squeaked over the years, and I hardly ever saw his mother leave the old knitting machine.

She looks like she’s on that wooden stool, knitting day and night.

My mother always envys her and looks at Wu’s rich mother’s eyes like a hen with a golden egg.

She always said, “Boy, you’re so good at making money, you know. People who have a trade are different. I wish I could have made a cloth like that. I’m sorry.

I always shake my head. I don’t like it. I don’t want Mom to work so hard.

It doesn’t make any difference to me not to go to school.

If I’m rich, I won’t ask about goat milk.

That’s goat milk. Ten bags of honey per bowl.

Wu’s rich, and I can sneak up with him a little bit, but the precious thing is that the adults will not give.

What’s my back?

And We used to make our speech vague, and We used to shake our mouths.

She thinks I’m playing back pillows again and I’m carrying real dolls.

It’s good that the doll on the back is silent, like she’s asleep.

I realized it wasn’t asleep, it was hungry.

I went down the hard-painted road and went into Fan’s little house, and he was sitting at a little door, cutting people.

A red piece of paper, folded and folded, and took a pair of scissors, and it became a full, full-of-life paper-cutting window.

I actually admired his hands.

The first time anyone saw him, they didn’t think there was an 11-year-old, 6-foot-old boy who could cut paper with his rough, clumsy hands.

Towards the end of the year, it was estimated that he and his brother-in-law would have to work overtime and do more paper-cutting and window flowers.

It’s very marketable in the western suburbs, with a piece of paper cutter and paste, and anyone can see it.

Happy and beautiful, more practical than the expensive and incomprehensible Spring Union.

In New Year’s, the poor and the rich have to pass, except we poor have the poor.

I stomped on the wall and booed at him.

He looked back at his sister-in-law in the eye room, put down his scissors, filmed a piece of paper and came towards me.

And I said, “Fan Xiao, I found a child. Do you know how to raise it? I’m sorry.

Eleven.

Van Xiao is stupid, staring at a little eye and looking at the sleeping doll on my back.

And he scratched his head: “How should I know? Where did you pick up the child?” I’m sorry.

We said, “The old temple on the east side of the western suburbs, I bought it on the way back. I’m sorry.

He scratched his head even harder and probably didn’t know how to describe my appalling pick-up.

And it was not until a half-day that he suffocated a saying, “I have money, so go and buy him a bowl in the street.” I’m sorry.

“Ah… that’s not good. A bowl of five dollars is too expensive. I’m sorry.

I’m actually saying it’s starting to suck.

I only ate one of my mother’s nests this morning, and it’s already been digested.

Fan was very serious about taking it out of his worn-out pocket, and he actually gave it five cents of copper and left it in his thick hands.

At that moment, I looked at him differently.

I’ve never known woody little was so rich.

And a small bag of honey, and We saved it for months, and he gave it five.

He looked at the eyes of my worship and had a big red face, red from his ear to his neck.

But he was born black. I can’t tell.

And he waved, and said, “This is New Year’s Day, from my brother I only have five coins. I’m sorry.

I finally failed to resist the temptation of the cynics.

It’s too expensive to make him pay.

But when the scoundrel pushes in the streets, in the heat and smell. I still can’t say a word and stare straight at her boiling pot.

I know a woman who sells guacamole who lives on the south side of the western suburbs and has a small hut.

A man who earns his living by selling tungsten is much more comfortable than one of us who has children to feed with his or her tows.

The old lady likes to clean up, and the little huts are always organized and clean.

We’re going to the tree, we like to go to her house and get some water.

At this point she parked the cart, leaned under the wall on the side of the road and smiled at us.

There’s a nice, warm smile in your face.

“You’ve saved enough money to buy tarts? I’m sorry.

She’s so old and dumb that she’s so happy.

I swallowed, “Ammy Chan, we’re not greedy, we’re going to feed the children, are we going to give you a price of two?” I’m sorry.

She was surprised when she opened her sewn eyes and looked at my back.

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And she stopped saying, “Alas, your father and mother are indeed in good faith.” I’m sorry.

I was like, “Isn’t it me who was kind?” Even my mother called me a fool.

I found this kid, and my parents didn’t have time to feed me.

A long time later, one day after Chen’s bones were returned to the dust.

I turned to her short sentence to know how kind my parents are and how much they love me.

It is only in such a difficult world that I may be allowed to adopt an orphan who has no knowledge of the past and who is fed.

Grandma Chan is very handy, thin skin, a little bit of the size of her nail cape.

There’s very little meat and leaves, and soy sauce and salt, and it smells so good.

The skin, the dragonflies, the edges, the squeezing, the abdominal drums, and the twigs.

And when the water boils, it floats and rolls.

It’s fragrance. It’s fragrance.

A big leak, a little pottery bowl and a drop of bad vegetable oil.

Just smelling and spitting down.

Grandma Chen gave me the bowl, and I looked at Fan, and I swallowed it.

This bowl is for the doll or Van Xiao. I don’t think I can taste it.

And We said: Take the doll off my back, and I will feed him. I’m sorry.

Grandma Chan was crying and screaming.

“You’re only a half-year-old with no teeth, you choke to death. I’m sorry.

I’m in front of Fan Xiao-Face. We’re half a pound, and no one will raise a child.

Finally, the poor, hungry, hungry little dolls on my back were carried with Chen’s kindness and skill and fed him with some soft, greasy pelvis.

Fan Xiaoko and I are lucky. The doll can eat skin. He can’t eat pie!

I can’t waste that, either. I’m in the corner with Fan Xiao, and I’m happy to wait for Grandma Chan to feed the baby and share the pie with us.

I was happy to dance in circles and to cry.

I guess I’d wake up in my dreams if I could eat a good tarts every day.

Van Xiao laughed, and he said, “Boy, the pie is delicious and when we’re rich, I’ll buy you a nice meal. I’m sorry.

The dolls are full, and Fan and I have a tooth stitch.

Although it’s far from full, the key is good.

Eat of them, and their lips will be adorned, and they will swallow their tongues.

The truth is we never ate anything good.

This bowl, the sesame-sized sesame, is enough for us to be happy with the early years.

Fan Xiao drank the soup clean and proudly went to Chen’s grandma to pay.

I haven’t forgotten the bargain with my mother, and I said, “Ammy, we have only five. I’m sorry.

My mother said we had to cut the price fast, cut it in half, hit the bottom, then bounce back.

I’m not sure. I’m pretty close.

Grandma Chen’s making me laugh because I’m so grumpy.

She packed up the bellies and said, “Baby, you’re nothing like your mother.” Forget it. You’ve been out of my business for a year. I’m sorry.

Listening to her, Van Xiao Deng and I were in a hurry, and that’s… how can we do it without money?

It’s one thing to bargain, and it’s one thing to spend money.

If Chen is so generous to take care of us, we’ll have to eat it in three days?

I’m rushing Pang to pay the price.

My father said that it’s not easy for anyone to live in the streets.

You have to pay, you can’t pay, you don’t have to.

In the end, Grandma Chen took four cents in a very serious manner and helped find an old piece of cloth and replaced the baby’s wet bed.

She taught me to change his diapers this morning.

But it was too early.

She’s trying to wake me up and teach me how to change diapers. I can’t even open my eyes.

You can’t hide when you have to live.

I was crouching in front of the crotch, with the cold wind, and I learned to change diapers and kids.

The child does not like to cry, prefers to pass out hungry and never to cry and pray.

I wonder why he was so loud yesterday, crying so loud, like a loud frog, to draw me to the past.

He’s fed up, changed his diapers and passed out.

Until Wu had come back from the inner city and had a bowl of sheep’s milk while his mother was here.

Then said Wu, “Is it the night pot around your neck, Paul Lee?” You can’t even feed yourself. You’re still trying to raise a baby! I’m sorry.

I can’t talk. All right. He can get goat milk. He’s the man.

No, he’s rich and older than us. He’s an old man.

He was scolding and pulling a white china spoon out of his arms and rubbing it on his sleeve.

I looked at him with my eyes on the white, porcelain spoon, and I laughed.

He shrunk up to a little mean eye and looked at me.

“You see shit, it’s not for you. I only have two pairs of china spoons. I have to give them back after I’ve run out. I’m sorry.

Yeah, we’re all using a little rough, twisted, rough black pottery bowl.

Only his family had a set of white china spoons that could get out of the field.

Fan Xiao was left behind, and I started to worship the rich again.

I wonder why my father didn’t name me Lee rich.

Maybe you’re rich screaming?

The child’s mouth is small and the spoon is big, and it’s inevitable to spill some.

Wu’s heart is frowning, and he is careful to feed and fear spilling.

He fed it for a while, put the rest of the milk in the canteen, and stuffed it to me with irritation.

“Have you got a name?” he asked.

I shake my head with Fan Xiao… we don’t call names.

But I figured it out.

I almost jumped up and I couldn’t wait to say, “Li has money, that’s it!” I’m sorry.

Wu turned his eyes upside down and said, “You really have a night pot on your neck.” I’m sorry.

Van Xiaoxie reached out to the soft, soft hand of the doll and he laughed.

“Big rich, baby, this doll has soft hands like a noodles. I’m sorry.

Fan Xiao gave him the name “Soft.”

Lucky Wu says that this guy is 10,000 times better than me and that he’s too different from a boy’s name.

He stood up and turned around three times around the wall, looking up at the sky and looking serious.

He said, “It’s the cloud, and your father’s name is Li. I’m sorry.

And I groaned about my “rich” and said, “What good is the cloud? Can’t see it…”

He said, “It’s beautiful, it’s free, it’s wherever you want.” I’m sorry.

Later, we all called him Yun.

My father says it’s like a woman and a man in the palace.

But the clouds are happy, and they hear the screams, so they turn back.

The doll himself liked that name, and Wu became a stranger and said he had a good name.

I’ll be rich for a few days. I can read.

He said that the clouds were beautiful and glamorous, that the wind came, and the wind went, and that it was a great parable to float wherever it wished.

We want this child to live free and happy, eat meat when he wants to eat, drink when he wants to drink, do whatever he wants, wherever he wants.

Many years later, we have achieved the first half of our hopes and aspirations, but the second half will never be possible.

Huen settled in my house and shared a little nest with me.

I had my own little bed, which my father picked up when he was working as a small-time repairer outside of the house.

But I love it. I’m almost nine years old and I’m always in bed with my parents.

Cloud and I slept in a bed, and I learned to get up in the middle of the night and change his diapers, and sometimes his eyes were closed, and his eyes were changed, and it was always a mess.

At the beginning, Yun and I used to smell like a baby’s shit. Don’t say Wu’s rich, even Fan’s tired of me and won’t come near me.

My mother sometimes can’t watch, she’ll look after Yun, and every time she cleans up her little cloud, she looks so clean, she even wears a small bed.

You’re gonna love this kid and you’re gonna fight and hug him.

Even old Meng-head’s shy little granddaughter opens the door and looks at us in the open.

Wu is holding the child in his arms, running in his arms and whispering what a healthy eagle he is, and bringing the little cloud.

This guy, he’s always saying we’re childish. We’re not childish.

I saw Meng open the door and look at us with a big eye full of curiosity.

She saw me, scared like a scared rabbit, banging the door.

Van Little Frog was sitting around waiting for Wu to get rich and want a hug.

He’s sneaking out. There’s a lot of red paper to cut.

And he came to me and said: “I think Meng must have wanted to play.” I’m sorry.

I nodded, we used to play so much, so much fun, she hid in her dark little room and wouldn’t come out, and today we’re being watched.

I came quietly to her door and knocked.

It’s a very old door. I knock, it shakes, and it rings.

So I just knocked, and Meng’s guts were too small to scare her.

Meng, Meng, it’s Lee Poo. We got a baby. I’m sorry.

Little Meng didn’t talk to me, and as I was about to give up, the door was squeaked and a big, shimmering eye was revealed.

“Can I hug?”

I slammed the door open with my eyes open and I couldn’t help but say I had her skinny hand.

“Yes! Of course you can. You like it. I’ll hug you when it’s clean. I’m sorry.

Fan Xiaomun’s big face showed a flashy look, and he waved for his fortune: “Oh, you’re rich, you’ve had enough. I’m sorry.

In that regard, Meng, a year younger than me, has joined our team to raise children in mysterious ways.

It’s getting colder, and it’s about to turn out to be Lai 8th.

My dad used to say, La Zhelachi, freeze the chin.

My chin’s pretty safe, because I’ve got a lot of frozen acne on my finger. It’s not broken. It’s itchy and itchy.

My father also said he had to eat greasy porridge for the holidays to keep his chin from freezing.

I don’t believe it, I think it’s crazy. I said, “Dad, I’m nine years old and you tricked me into being a child.” I’m sorry.

A father laughs, his chest vibrates, he breathes a lot of white air, more than I’ve tried to.

He touched my head with a rough, shaving hand: “Boy’s grown up and Dad’s busy forgetting. This year’s porridge will give you three bowls. I’m sorry.

He said I was a little hungry, and I ran to touch the mouth of Cloudy, and he started to have teeth, a little bit of them, and I think he could eat dry.

If I had three bowls of congee, I wouldn’t have finished it. I’d like to split it.

He’s the first person in the world who’s ever tasted the porridge.

We used to eat salt from our side of the city.

But my family is under stress, and some food items are unaffordable.

I’ve made a new one that belongs to our family.

Nuts, you can’t afford them.

Almonds, if you can’t afford them, you’ll have melons.

Plus some salted carrots from last year.

And some dry dates, peanuts, sorghum, rough rice, red beans…

Of course there’s no meat, and my mother will cut off the side of the meat she’s going to eat in New Year’s, chop it into fine foam, pour it into the pot, the smell of the meat will come out and strangle people.

Now, it’s like all my memories of childhood are about food.

I don’t even know if I miss the porridge or the porridge with me.

My mother always said I grew up fast.

I didn’t think, after all, I was only a little old.

I’ve come to see why.

The kid grew up really fast, and after two months, I couldn’t hold him.

Meng’s body is weak and he can’t even hold it.

I don’t know when it’s gonna start, and the little doll’s gonna be our baby.

Van Xiao has brought him many times with little sugar, and Cloud likes to eat sweet, and he always smiles.

I’m happy to see it. I’ve got some light on the kids and some sugar.

Sugar crumbs are the tangents that are condensed under sugar when he and his brother go to East City to hang out with a broken sugar man or to be a sugar man.

He used to bring it to us, but it didn’t happen that often, because it was so expensive, packed up and saved, and then he could be a couple more sugar people selling.

He often carries his brother-in-law behind his back, secretly saves him, makes a small pocket in his sleeve, and is used for sugar-crumbing, a small bag, to feed him like a baby.

I know he’s holding on. Wu’s rich family is more generous, and he can give clouds goat milk.

So he’s so thin.

With little sugar, he’s got the bottom of a cloud.

But thanks to Wu, the rich sheep have plenty of milk.

He followed his father during the day to sell the cloth, to make some shop, to sneak out at night with a small oxen-skin bag.

There’s always a lot of goat milk in the waterbag, enough for a day.

The grown-ups are busy. My mother’s been helping me since I learned to babysit.

So I woke up in the middle of the night, and I was able to close my eyes and light no candles, and I was able to pick up the little clouds and change them.

I washed all his diapers, it was disgusting and cumbersome at first and used to it.

He’s used to it. He’s like a little baby, growing up silently, sprouting and growing.

It’s amazing. I’ve had a lot of things with Fan Xiao and Wu.

It’s either dead or lost.

We never thought we’d be able to raise a child, almost on our own.

He is our pride and pride, growing up day by day with our pure love.

When Yun was five years old, the five officers basically grew up.

Well, how do you describe it? I don’t know much, but I can’t describe it even if I get rich and read something.

He’s so pretty… even in his mother’s rags, he’s still pretty.

He’s quiet, he doesn’t cry, he doesn’t talk.

It’s so quiet, it’s a little unreal, it’s like a fine porcelain doll.

I bet there’s no one in East City or the U.S. who can squeeze such a beautiful doll.

I’ve always looked at him, and I’ve been watching him for half a day.

You tell me, how beautiful is this little cloud’s parents to have such a beautiful son?

Why did you throw a good boy like that?

Nobody in the West Side knows we’ve got a beautiful, ridiculous boy.

Some people are going to turn my house around, pick me up a foster boy, raise me to be a man.

I’m angry, shy, upset, I’m not sure how to answer it.

My father laughed when he heard it, and he didn’t care if he had any bad intentions. He said, “What kind of child-bearer can we afford? She found her brother and we’ll be in the ground. I’m sorry.

I think so, too.

If I like it, I like it when I’m rich or I like it when I’m 5 years old.

Everyone’s got Yun as their brother, and Wu is trying to get him a dress every year.

It’s not good, it’s not even rough, it’s bad, but it’s new, and it’s something we’ve never had.

Fan Xiao is the one who likes little clouds and can always make him laugh with a little sugar or a little twig.

Cloud doesn’t really laugh. It’s like the kid was born to be quiet and gentle.

Always looking at you in peace with a pair of dark and big eyes.

He’s not as big, as I am, and he’s not the same as Wu, and he’s not the same, and he’s not the same, and he’s not the same, and he’s not the same, and he’s not the same.

He’s rarely scared of something, and I don’t know if he’s missing a string or really not afraid of anything.

My mother told me that my father had the same sex, and that my mother had the same heart.

But what about Yun? They say the child is like the man who raised him, but he’s not like anyone.

He’s just like himself, growing up in our tumultuous alley, and he’s out of place.

Five years ago, I grew from eight to twelve years old, and Wu was 16 years older and Pang Xiao was a lot higher than me.

Meng is almost taller than me, and Yun is growing up fast, and everyone’s as crazy as the fertilizer, so I’m not moving.

With the exception of Meng, who is infirm and insufferable, often stays at home and picks up vegetables for old Meng, we all have things to do.

My mother was going to send me to the embroidery workshop to learn embroidery, and she’ll be as good as she is.

The embroidery trainee is a tough one, he has to pay for a place, he has to try a gift.

After a month’s test, you’ll lose your money.

I have serious doubts that the embroidery is the basis for making black money, but it’s not up to them.

My father went to a little infamous embroidery, asked about the apprentices, said he had to pay for it in January.

My mother went through the box and took all the family members out and counted them.

My father said there’s no need to be swollen and fat, to learn embroidery in the embroidery, to marry a good guy in the alley, and to live a good life.

My mother won’t say we don’t have a dowry, and she’ll be despised.

It’s better to have a hand in the business, to be a embroidery, to talk, to have a hand in the business, than anything else.

I didn’t get it. I was too far away.

We’re all busy, so Yun is my own, I can take him to the tree, and I can take him to Wu’s rich to see the sheep.

But the sheep were not the ones who had raised clouds. I guess they were their heavy grandchildren.

Little sheep barking soft, soft, their eyes big and white. We like to touch them.

“Did the sheep have a mother? I’m sorry.

I said yes, he asked where Mom went again.

Then I can’t say I’m too old to sell meat to a lamb dealer.

I told him that the lamb mother had to leave and live alone when the child grew up, otherwise it would be bad luck for the sheep.

“So will you and your parents leave me?” I’m sorry.

And We slapped him in the head, and laughed, “Of course not. That is the way of the sheep, not the way of us.” I’m sorry.

“What are the rules of man? * He asked * * * Unsettled.

I’m glad he’s been talking a little bit, thinking about my mother’s words.

“You’ll grow up, and when I get married, you’ll be my mother’s house. That’s the rule of us.” I’m sorry.

He noded his head, and he didn’t ask what it meant to be married or his mother’s.

I ended up in an unknown embroidery.

I don’t really want to go, but my mother insisted on it, and I remember that it was the most resolute time in 13 years since I remembered it.

I was scared before my parents sent me to the embroidery.

I’ve never been away so long, so far.

The embroidery is far east of the city, but my family lives in the western suburbs, with an inner city in the middle, which requires a long journey.

Before we left, a couple of our little friends in the alley gathered around the tree.

I was so scared that I’d come and see Wu when I asked Wu to sell the cloth in the inner city.

He said, “You’re a fool, you can throw a dog in a tree, and you’ll be back in two days without me.” I’m sorry.

I went to Van Xiao again, and he made a serious promise to bring sugar to East City when he was selling sugar.

I was so moved by my saliva, holding his sleeve: “Fan Xiao, I think you’re a big brother, you don’t have to be a brother. Wu’s fortune-teller doesn’t count.” I’m sorry.

Fan says he’s willing to be my little brother because I can’t beat Wu rich. If no one gives me a little brother, my brother is not my brother.

I think he’s right.

In that case, I only took you one brother, Yun, my brother, and Meng, my sister, to make Wu rich his own commander. I’m sorry.

Meng was able to come out recently, but she was a little afraid of Wu and had nothing to say to Fan Xiao. It’s a little teary to hear I’m leaving.

She said with her cry, “When will you be back?” I’m sorry.

“My mother said that after the entrance test, I went to school and thought I’d come back in January. I’m sorry.

And with a basket of encouragement and indignity from all of you, and the sarcasm of Wu, I took him home.

On the way to the embroidery workshop tomorrow, thinking of how to make the embroidery look at me and take me as a student.

I’m 13 years old and I’m a little simple, but not stupid.

The family took out savings for many years, four or two silver, lots and lots of hanging money, in exchange for copper, and it was able to put in a small sack.

With so much money, I can’t let it go. It’s my parents’ work.

When I was gone, everyone was gone, and everyone had a life to live for, and I didn’t come here to do what I had to do, to give me a special ride for my little study tour.

My father’s going out to a commercial house to kill sheep, and my mother’s taking a vacation, hurry up and give me a ride with Yun.

At first, Mother said he didn’t have a cloud. He’s too young, he’s too slow, he’s too late.

But Cloud quit. He grabbed my sleeve and hid half of his body behind me.

“I want to go. * He whispers, he shines in his dark eyes *

Grandma touched his soft hair with a little impetuous and sighs.

And he blinked, he looked at his lips, and said, “Ama, I want to send my sister. I’m sorry.

My tears are full of fear, and I don’t give up.

“Mom, I won’t see Cloud in a month. Take him. If he’s tired, I’ll carry him. I’m sorry.

Little clouds hold my hand, it’s soft and wet and sweaty.

He seems to know he’s picked up. He’s never rejected anyone before.

It was always painful to be good, and when the family was old, he ate the soaks, and he followed him, and he ate on his lips, and he cried no pain.

It’s just thin and pale, and it’s even more visible with big, dark eyes.

My dad says this kid doesn’t look like a poor kid, like a white-faced bun in the mud.

And I think it’s a good analogy. Clouds are really white, and they’re a couple of us.

I’m on a little cloud as I wish. I’m saving a couple of cabs for copper.

We had a package on our backs before dawn and we walked to the embroidery factory east of town.

Cloud and I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and they were still glazing, so people left the suburbs.

Walking through the alley, he ran out with old Meng’s head on his back, staring surprisedly at a pair of green beans.

“Pau, why don’t you drive the wagon? It’s half the city. I’m sorry.

Grandma smiled and brought out a pot of sour soup in the bag.

“I’ll be right there. I’ll get out of the alley and go to the wagon. Grandpa’s going to the grass so early, take this with him. I’m sorry.

Old Meng’s head hesitated to wipe his hands on his chest, and he took it, saying, “Well, I’ll have little Meng washed clean for you.” I’m sorry.

Say good-bye to old Meng, we’re heading east, bypassing the inner city.

Why do you go around?

Because we don’t have access badges in the inner city.

They say there’s a lot of high-profile people in there, and there’s a lot of beautiful old, beautiful cars, eight people.

Those of us who live on the outskirts of the city, the guards in the inner city don’t let them in.

Cloud’s moving slowly, and I heard him breathing, and his hands were wet.

“Shall we rest? I asked Mom.

I can’t stop, I can’t wait. I’m sorry.

Cloud didn’t speak, squeezed my hand, small legs and followed our footsteps with stubbornness.

“Shall I carry you?”

My heart hurts him, how old are the kids, the shoes are the rest of Van’s childhood, the edges are broken, the feet must be grinding.

He shakes his head, and his dark eyes look at me with silence and exhaustion: “No, I will go by myself.” I’m sorry.

When passing through the eastern gate of the inner city, a golden and luxurious sedan came out of it, with four men in fine clothes carrying them.

I pulled the clouds, took refuge on the side of the road, stretched out my neck and looked for wonders.

What kind of family and status would it take to sit in a luxurious limousine like this, with four people?

The palanquin was in front of me, and the people in it opened up half a curtain, and the light looked on my face.

I’ll see.

You’re the one who looks like us.

I thought they had eyes or something.

He’s as white as Cloudy.

And he is like a little cloud, a black pupil, as black as ink.

Except for the kid I’m holding in my hand, the man in the sedan is the second black pupil I’ve ever seen.

I wonder if he’s an orphan, too?

We’re all brown-eyed, and it’s not good to have a child with a black child.

He just glanced at me and the rest of his eyes fell on the face of clouds.

“What’s his name?” I’m sorry.

“I’m Lee Paul. * I’m pulling the clouds behind me, and my mother won’t come out of the air, and I’m dead behind my arm *

“I asked him, the boy. * He has a soft eye, and his eyes are so full of grace *

“Li Yun, my brother. “My heart is beating so hard, I’m always worried about something, and I’m saying, “My own brother.” I’m sorry.

He nodded, stopped talking, closed the curtains, hit the limousine, went far away.

Thank God we arrived at the embroidery in time.

The old man in the doorman led us to the small door in the east, and she said, “Ginko’s father had come to give it, signed the book and made an appointment to send the baby. I’m sorry.

The old man’s face is numb and he’s nodding in the usual place, reaching out to me with a dark hand: “You’ll be back if you stay.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little scared, but I’m 13 years old, and Dad says if this is the daughter of a big family, I’ll be married soon.

So I can’t be afraid, I have the guts to go over.

I’ve got my bag on me, my eyes wet, my voice whispering.

“The sour soup is in your bag, and there’s some copper in your pocket. I’ll see you next month. She wiped her eyes off her sleeve.

“Boy, you have to work hard and learn your ways. I’ll marry a good husband in a few years. Don’t be a disgrace. I’m sorry.

I was very hard on the spot and I saw clouds staring at me with sharp eyes and quiet.

His eyes are dark, he didn’t think he was old enough to grow up like us.

Nobody’s got eyes like him in the West Side, and I’ve come across it, too special to be good.

But my brain is so big, I can’t help but tell my mother to go home.

Cloud looked at me quietly. My wrinkled face was full of black pupils.

He hasn’t spoken yet, and I’ve been crying for years, and I’ve never been apart from him for so long.

My tears have not fallen, and he says, “Sister, don’t cry. My mother and I will come to you next month. I’m sorry.

My tears rolled down, and he let go of my mother’s hand, came towards me and put something in my hand.

It’s a small bag of honey, it’s warm, and the edge of the paper bag is a bit thawed and dark.

“Where did you come from?” I wonder.

“For the children in the street with sugar shredded. * He’s got some pride in his face *

He’s just a kid, trying to share something.

I solemnly collected the honey. The old man was impatient.

Grandma and Yun were halfway out of the embroidery.

Huan twitched his little head, turning back three times, walking back, looking back at me, falling back and not crying, and standing up and taping the dirt on his knee and looking at me.

I’m about to lose my hand and try to stop the urge to cry, and my cheeks are sore.

The old redwood door squeaked.

And We turned, and looked at all the coloured cloths that were hanging in the courtyard, and the wind blew, and the wind swayed, and the sun was shaking, and the sun was dazzling.

It was about time, and suddenly a bunch of young embroidered women came out from all over, moving around.

I’m like an invisible man standing in their midst with nothing.

“Come with me. I’m sorry.

And I went through the wind to the soft, soft, and colorful young embroidered lady, and followed her to the room of a dozen people in the main.

This is how the days of embroidery begin, and it’s not so bad to remember.

At least I have one hope and one thought every month.

I realized exactly what my mother meant later.

She knew the family was poor and she wanted to marry me to Wu rich, but my family was already taller than theirs.

She was afraid that she’d look down on me, thinking that if she could send me to a good trade, and marry me later, she wouldn’t let her husband down.

Dad doesn’t understand her, and he doesn’t love me. It’s really something that only a woman’s home can know.

Many years later, I truly understood that when I wanted to repay my mother, I had to repair the gravestone for her mausoleum.

The first time I felt stupid was so inexcusable.

I’m too stupid to learn embroidery. I have to work in the middle of the night. The oil lamp was not in the room, it was not clear to see, its hands were clumsy, and it swollen its 10 fingers, all of which were tiny little needle holes.

It really hurts when it comes to water.

But I have to wash my own clothes, and sometimes I have to wash for my master.

Older embroidery girls usually have to bring in a lot of apprentices. I’m new, and it’s my job to wash clothes for the master.

Ten fingers, that pain can’t kill people, but it hurts day and night.

The water-sucking business is a long time for me, and I’ve often been in deep pain in the middle of the night, awakening a thousand times to remember the happy times in the alleys of the western suburbs.

I miss Yun, I want to touch his head, I want to see his quiet, dark eyes.

When I think of him, I take out that bag of honey, and sometimes I eat one, and the sweet taste comes to my throat, and I don’t feel like it’s hard.

And it was the first month of our journey that We risked causing the four or two silvers of the dead.

I’m actually working hard, but I’m not going to be driven home because I’m clumsy.

But I washed one of the master’s clamps once, and the wooden strips up on the edge of the slab torn the lining of the clamp, and the tampons fell out.

I’m all so scared I can’t afford to wear cotton.

Master is angry. First I’m punished for not eating dinner, then I have to pay.

I don’t have any money for her. I’ve only got a few coins I can’t afford.

Then he begged her, and when I learned, half of the embroidery of the first six months had to be recovered, that was over.

This month is longer than I have been for more than a decade, and it finally took me a month to come to see me.

And when We step forth from the old red gate, We bring forth a state as a state of absence.

It’s always the fastest way to grow up.

I stood at the threshold, looked at my mother and looked at clouds.

I can’t say a word and start crying silently.

I didn’t want to cry, not at all.

But I’m so bitter, I can’t sweeten my heart.

I couldn’t hold my breath to cry, and I saw my mother cry, and I kept covering my tears.

She pinched my arm and my back: “It’s thin… it’s thin, it’s too thin. I’m sorry.

Later on, Grandma didn’t have time to come, and when Dad tied up the cattle, he got hurt by his hoof.

It’s not like you can’t walk in the future. It’s like you can’t get down in two or three months.

I’m still learning embroidery in the second half of the year, and the master doesn’t like me much since he knows I don’t have a lot of copper.

But I just wanted to know how hard it would be for me to take care of my father and come home early and late to help the chef.

Says she’s a cook, she’s about to do some chores, and she can’t cook.

It’s winter coming, my mother’s hand is in the water all day.

I think of them as mad, as embroidered, as burning, as washing, as dreaming.

You want to know how Dad’s wound is, do you want to know if Mom’s hands are frozen, do you want to know if Yun is taller?

It seems I haven’t thought for a long time about some of our kids in the dirt alleys.

There’s too much to worry about, just to deal with the heavy work in the embroidery and the scolding of the master, and to think about the fact that my family is already stinging my brain like lead.

Wu and Fan visited me once in the first snowfall in winter.

They brought me my mother’s winter clothes, two thin sheets, filled with reeds.

I don’t know what the rich people wear in winter, but we love this “reeds.”

There are reeds not far from the city, with reeds that are different from those that are elsewhere. At the end of the season, they are loose and soft, like clouds.

People often go to a brush and come back and pick the seeds, fill them with winter clothes, soft and warm.

But it’s too hard to get a reed that’s tall, long and sharp leaves that always scratch people’s hands, pick reeds and pick seeds in them.

I picked up a thick, heavy winter coat in Wu’s hands, and my throat strangled, and I said, “So heavy, so many reeds. I’m sorry.

Wu looked at me strangely: “Boo Lee, the reed in this dress was taken three times after I went to the outskirts of the city with Fan Xiao. Auntie Lee took seeds, my mother sewd them, why don’t you give them back? I’m sorry.

Fan twitchedly pulled out of his sleeves a small, tiny, sugary bag with a big smile.

“Boy, the bigger you are, the more you cry. I’m sorry.

I was holding warm and warm winter clothes, and I didn’t have time to pick them up, and Van Xiao didn’t wait for me to speak, and I put my pocket in my winter clothes.

And he stretched out his rough hand and pressed it on my head, and washed it white, and the hairy cuffs pulled it over my forehead: “Don’t worry, I left half of it for Cloud; he likes sweet as much as you do. I’m sorry.

I remember the little honey cloud gave me, and there were only three left. I hid it under my pillow.

I don’t have much time. I have to embroidery something this afternoon.

In the embroidery, the girls who learn embroidery are treated like human beings, and they always take a list to make us embroidery. They’re not paid for.

“What about Dad? How are his legs? I’d like to finish my question quickly, and there’s no time for it.

It’s too late to go back.

He said, “Take care of yourself. We’ll take care of you. I’m sorry.

I suddenly found myself having nothing to ask. The three were relatively quiet.

I remember when we were together, we were never silent.

I like to fight. I like to fight with Wu, but I don’t care now.

“How have you been? Where’s Meng? How’s everybody? I’m sorry.

“That’s it. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to help you.

“I haven’t been home for six months. “I’ve got a cry in my last sentence.

Fan Xiaolian was busy saying, “Well, we already have a stall in East City, and we’ll be out of business and run by the city.” Meng’s condition is much better, and he often goes out with old Meng’s head. Uncle Li is well, I was able to walk with him two steps yesterday, and I think it’s good to have spring. And…

And he looked at me, and he thought about it, and he said, “Leun!” He’s a good boy, and he’s the only one on the outskirts of town. He doesn’t charge tuition. Uncle Li and Aunt Li are happy to say that he is a glorious father. I’m sorry.

I asked him, “When?” I’m sorry.

“It’s been months since Yun was a student, smarter and faster than everyone else in the school, and we’re thinking, he’s going to have to go to school and be a judge! I’m sorry.

I was so happy and I laughed: “That’s not good for me, my brother! I’m sorry.

“If he is like you, he will be ruined.” I’m sorry.

I’m gonna hit him again. He’s got long legs and he’s easy to hide.

They’re so fast, they’re tall and strong, they’re worse than adults.

I’m still like this. I’m always stopped on the streets to sell childish, ridiculous things.

The sun is rising and pressing me.

I looked back at the redwood door, which seemed to be empty, and the sarcasm watchman was probably lazy.

I pulled a belt on my waist, lifted my coat, scratched it in my pocket.

The two men in front of them took a step back and looked at me with their necks in their eyes.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

I frowned and continued to groan, and I was afraid my copper money would be stolen.

Fan turned to the left and suddenly turned to the right and then looked down at the ground.

“Lee Po, you’re a girl. Don’t undress in front of a man. “Oh Hae’s eyebrows are going up in the sky.”

I’m sorry. I know what he said.

But isn’t it all about wearing pants? And it’s urgent. Where do I get the time?

Finally, I pulled it out quickly, put on my coat and put light into Wu’s hands.

He spread out his hand, saw a pap, he embroidered a pair of tweezers, and suddenly he said, “You… you don’t…”

I grabbed his hand and put it in his sleeve. It’s bad for people to see me! I’m sorry.

“This is my pap, which I give to the clouds privately. He’s going to school, and he’s going to school, and he’s going to school, and he’s going to read, and he’s going to have a pap. I’m sorry.

“Why do we embroidery?” I’m sorry.

I’m a little embarrassed to ask. I scratched my head.

“I’m not very good at it. I’m the best at embroidery. I can’t do it for him. I’m sorry.

Many of the girls in the embroidery are older than me, and some of them are too old to leave, and they don’t let go.

I haven’t met any good people in the last six months, but I haven’t met a few good-tempered sisters.

Some of them walked out of the redwood door with a thin paper stamped by the embroidery for six months and never came back.

Some of them have been unable to get out of school and are very old, and soon they will be married, and they will have to spend some money on their families and be nice to their teachers so that they can get out of school.

Take that piece of paper, something like a voucher. Then they will say that they were of certain known embroidery, and that they would make a golden bed for themselves.

I’m thirsty for that piece of paper. Get it and I’ll go home.

With winter clothes, it’s almost New Year’s.

I wonder how many bowls of porridge can Yun drink this year?

I can’t go back to La 8 but I’ll be back for a few days in the year.

I’m looking forward to it, and it’s not that bad.

I’m getting better and I’ve been boasting twice.

I think of that pap I gave to Cloudy, which was a little obnoxious, and if I embroidered now, it would have been better and better.

Master said it would take two years to get out, but I had to pay if I didn’t stay at the embroidery.

Master says I’ll take one or two. I gave it, and in a year’s time I could walk, and I couldn’t give it, and I could embroidered it for six months.

I’m worried about it and I’m hoping to go home on annual vacation.

After a few days, it’s getting colder and colder. The night was full of wind and the hands were frozen in minutes before they reached the nest.

Every day, embroidery has had to burn its fingers with hot water, and so does everyone. The fingers are frozen, and the natural embroidery is bad and slow.

The masters have a temper, they have a lot of cursing, and many years ago, the daily morning classes have been dispensed, and we have been embroidered.

It’s as if we’re the hens who lay eggs.

When I slept night and night, I heard the sound of firecrackers, and then I turned away and surrounded the sound of the frozen.

Our town is a town where the Emperor’s family name is Shuu Qi, and our people in the western suburbs don’t even know that word.

In fact, there are individual claims in this town that it was not the capital a hundred years ago, reportedly called Windtown.

It is built on a semi-highland, less than a thousand miles to the west, a barren desert.

The western suburbs are in the middle of the wilderness, blowing the sandy wind from which the roof steps are covered with sand, and the air is cloudy, and everyone is scratching in the face.

But now I miss the dirt alleys that have been scraped by sand. The sand-skinned plaster and steps are our natural drawings.

We used to like drawing on it. It was empty.

I teach little clouds to paint clouds, and clouds are best painted, three and a half arc linked together, a cloud.

We draw together, often with clouds all over the floor, and Cloudy is happy and always smiles, and shows his little line of neat teeth.

Unfortunately, it’s a little frustrating that our paintings are always windy.

Years later, the court painter, the famous painter, went to paint in the glorious palace of the city.

The Emperor has always insisted that they draw clouds over and over, but unfortunately no one has ever painted the clouds he wants to see.

The clouds he wants to see, there are no feet, only once in his life, and the wind blows, and it breaks.

It’s been a while since I went home in my warm winter suit.

I don’t know where I am, I have to take care of Yun and Dad. Wu is busy, only Fan Xiao will pick me up.

He was still waiting for me outside the embroidery.

I came up to hold him.

It’s just that we’ve grown up and we can’t hug like we were kids.

The others would say that the street hugged and hugged.

I don’t know where they come from, but I hear the queens in the harem, they wear whatever they wear, what they follow, how they chew.

But I think it’s a very tiring thing to eat, to eat, but to eat meat.

Because there’s less meat, it takes a little bit longer to eat and enjoy.

Van Tiny’s lips are thick, black faces are smiling.

He said, ‘Go, everyone is here, and you will be waiting.’ I’m sorry.

I asked, “Who is there? I’m sorry.

Fan Novel: “Isn’t you going to eat meat this year? We’ve got money, we’ve got half a lamb, we’ve got lamb. I’m sorry.

“So good?” How can I afford a lamb so expensive? I’m sorry.

“Of course a family can’t afford it, but there’s your family, our family, our family, our family, our family. Who else is in the alley anyway? I’m sorry.

Van’s novel went faster, and he said, “Let’s go faster. When I left, Uncle Li was picking bones, and it was too late. I’m sorry.

He hesitated to go to a few people to take my hand and run away.

He took me with him, running almost without my feet, without a breath and with a sweat in my head.

As soon as I got to the alley, I heard the familiar firewood. That’s Dad.

That’s what he used to do when he cut his bones.

And then I walked into the dirt alley and there were a lot of people at my door.

Little sister-in-law Fan has a small pot, rich father has a big china plate, little Meng has a bag.

I came near, and everyone turned back, and everyone was a happy smile, and he waved at me with a smile.

I close my eyes and remember everyone who smiled, and every inch of the wrinkles, and the big teeth with their mouths open, and they were simple and beautiful.

That’s really something to warm my life.

“Boo. I’m sorry.

A small cry calls from me and the cold neighbour, from my beloved mother and the laughing father, who split the lamb.

Cloud stood at the threshold, staring at me with big eyes.

He called again, and I wiped the tears of my mother’s eyes, sucking through his nose, and used to hug him.

And little cloud turned his head and hid from my hand, and he said, “You can’t lift me up, I’m sunk.” I’m sorry.

And We held down, and pinched his soft cheek, and touched his hair.

He’s tall, he’s got long hair, he’s got a little crotch, he’s like a kid with a schoolboy.

And I said, “Well, well, you’ve grown too fast, six years old. Isn’t I the only one who gave you a nice pie? I’m sorry.

He looked at me in silence, and his dark eyes were not bright, but there was something else shining in them.

Cloudy had a quiet and sad eye, beautiful but a little sad to see without cause.

He followed us. Why was he so happy?

You’re not going back? I told him I could ask him for another student. * He’s got light in his eyes, bright.*

I sighs, how can I tell him that a man will not take a woman who is a student?

Xiao Yun took my hand and looked a little anxious: “I’m sure I’m going to go and tell him you came back to school with me, and my parents miss you. I’m sorry.

And I crouched down and touched his head, and found him in the back of his hair, as if he were a good hair, and he had a thin hair which was not combed up and leaned on his shoulder.

I asked him, “Don’t you want me? I’m sorry.

And he spat and whispered, “Yes, I think.” I’m sorry.

“Can I grow up soon? I’m sorry.

And We wrinkled, and carried his hair down and stuffed it in his hair.

“You’re killing me, I don’t know. You might have to ask God or something. I’m sorry.

As I have done so many times in the past, I’ve taken his hand and gone back to the hotbed of the crime scene.

He’s so skilled that he can shave two or two more meats from his bald bones that he says he’ll get us a tatter.

Grandma’s in the house. She’s already in peace.

Faces are good, and I don’t think this year seems so sad.

It was only a few years ago that I realized that my father’s leg and leg had been hurt, that one source had been broken, and that it had cost me a lot of money.

Noodles and meat are actually from other families. I didn’t want it at first, but I was told that I was coming back.

I had to come back for six months, and if I saw this terrible look in my family, I would have to cry and never return to the embroidery.

The night before I left, my mother whispered those words to me.

She said I’m 14 years old, I’m a big girl. I should know something.

It’s too hard to look at my home this year because we can’t even get a decent annual dinner together.

Old Meng’s head brings home-grown snowcrackers and onions and potatoes.

Rich sent some groceries, a family, to make pairs of socks for the kids.

Fan Xiao didn’t come out with a sour sugar. It was a fine piece of sugar.

I never saw Wu rich enough to find a chance to ask Fan Xiao.

We said, “It seems that his mother is ill and is looking after her at home.” He said, “When she falls asleep, she will come.” I’m sorry.

I think of the way rich women stick in front of a knitting machine, and I wonder, “Is it serious?” I’m sorry.

“It’s not serious, it’s cold, it’s cold, it’s cold, it’s cold, so we can’t come today. Fan Xiao took a bag of sugar, and then went to Meng.

Meng sits in front of the stove and helps her burn.

She’s still silent and timid, but she’s growing, her hands and feet are still thin, and her lips are always pale.

I followed her, tried to wash her food, was thrown out of a small stove with her elbow.

Fan’s novel said, “Go play with Yun, I’ll wash, and it’ll be over soon.” I’m sorry.

When you talk, smoke comes up in the stove.

Dad’s in the yard with the grown-ups, and Wu is still not here.

I think she’s been knitting around all year long. It’s hard to live a year. She’s sick.

Cloud stood alone at the corner of the alley, with a dead branch in her hand, and scratched something on the floor.

I thought he was painting clouds, picking up a branch along the way, trying to draw with him.

But as you can see, it’s clearly not clouds, but more complex things, words.

And We turned around and looked, and found the earth covered with sand.

“What did you write? Did you teach him? I’m sorry.

I can’t read, but I think he’s very good. He’s got an angle and he’s got a point.

He pointed his head at the words he had just written: “Baby, this is your name, I’ll teach you to write.” I’m sorry.

I’m glad that I’ve been taught by Wu when he went to school, but I’m really stupid and I don’t have to do it again.

“All right, let’s write another one. I’ll follow you. I’m sorry.

He slowed down and wrote two more, and I tried my best to draw two with his little face and frown.

“The words shall be written, and they shall not be drawn.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little sorry to laugh, to scratch my head, to read and write, but it’s probably different for someone like me who’s not born to read.

He thought about it, threw his branches, jumped over my name on the ground, pulled my hand and taught me to write.

It would have been much better if he had taught him, and his hands were small, and his face was serious and firm, and his hands were with the hand of my twig, one by one.

I closed my eyes for a while and said, “Okay, I think I’ve learned!” I’m sorry.

And he immediately let go of my hand, with his back on his back, and he jumped and jumped, and his hair was soft, and a big child of white china, like an elf from heaven.

Xiao Yun found a fine sandy place and whispered, “Sister, come here and write.” I’m sorry.

I’ve never seen him walk like his peers, only once, or because he didn’t want to step on the floor with my name.

But when the wind blows, the words are gone.

I followed his little footprints and wrote my name.

He clapped his hands and said, “Well written, the gentleman will take you as a student.” I’m sorry.

It’s been half a day and he’s still thinking about it.

Dad sits in the yard with a cane next to his chair, and now he can walk without a hand.

He waved and called us back: “Boy, Cloudy, eat.” I’m sorry.

It was supposed to be in the yard. It was fun, but it was too cold.

Everyone moved into the house, my house was so small, a crowd couldn’t get out.

Fan Xiao was crucified in front of the door and left to the adults.

When Wu came here, he whispered a few words to his father, took a bowl of chopsticks from his mother and went to Fan Xiao’s side, then he squeezed me out of the door and didn’t watch me eat a word.

I turned my eyes upside down, spitting a mouth on sand, and kicked him in the ass: “You have no eyes.” I’m sorry.

“This is my new dress for the New Year, don’t get dirty!” I’m sorry.

He moved into the door in a violent way, at least give me a seat.

There’s not a lot of style, but it’s big.

In addition to a few green vegetables from the old Mon’s head belt, there’s my gravy made of soybean sprouts, lamb sprouts, and the lamb sprouts made from the bone soup.

One man was filled with a bowl of hot air and a cloud covered on a low roof. Dad poured a glass of wheat to old Meng and rich dad and Brother Fan alone.

It’s over, he sits down with his cane, he takes a sip, and he spreads out when his face is dark.

And he knocked on the table with a smile, and thought for a long time: “The New Year is blessed and everything is fine.” I’m sorry.

“Li, you’re only gonna say these words after the New Year! I’m sorry.

Everybody laughs, and laughs through the humming wind, and it goes a long way.

I was standing outside the table with a bowl, and I had a lamb soup, and I ate a beak, and the smell of a hot fragrance went straight into my nose.

It’s been a long time since I’ve remembered it’s been so long since I’ve had such a happy year.

It is the happiest time to fill your stomach with warmth.

The adults drink and talk to each other for a year.

That’s all there is to say, but we can talk about vegetables, old age, rice and oil salt.

We don’t like to hear that, and we go up to the roof next to my house, which is the flatest and farthest.

I was afraid that Cloud couldn’t get up, but he didn’t want me to help him with his legs, and he was afraid of dirtying his new clothes, and he was so stubborn and funny.

Wu’s got him on top and put him next to him.

Meng whispered to him a leaf wrapped in roasted potatoes.

The cold wind of winter and the wind of winter and the wind of winter and the wind and the wind of the north-east and the south-west were so full of knots that I had to find something to tie up.

I leaned over, touched my body, and there was nothing with hair.

In the cloudy moonlight, a small hand stretches towards me, holding the unseemly pap that embroidered me.

He’s fine. He’s clean and folded into small squares.

I followed my way to get my hair fixed and sat among them.

The smell of roasted sweet potatoes spread so hot, and Meng touched me a leaf-packed roasted sweet potatoes, and said, “Bou, eat while it’s hot.” I’m sorry.

I looked at it, and everybody had it, and I swallowed it, and I peeled it out of it, and I showed it in a silk-hot trunk.

I’m already full, but the roasted potatoes are too good to eat.

I sat between Yun and Wu, and Meng was next to Wu, and Fan was sitting on the outside.

Everyone sits in rows and eats the sweet, sweet and warm potatoes.

Everyone sits together and eats roasted potatoes while waiting for the Inner City fireworks show this year.

It’s really the year of my dream.

Half the sweet potatoes and the first sound from the inner city.

I put half the potatoes in the bag, stood up too much, crushed a tile, almost fell.

“Look under your feet, don’t you want money?” I’m sorry.

“You know the money, have you become a rich man?” I don’t care to argue with him again, and all the attention is drawn to the faraway fireworks.

At first, there was only a pyrotechnic, a sharp screech, and it burst out of the clouds, and it exploded into an elliptical circle.

The explosion immediately followed the explosion that took hold of the sky, and countless golden flowers raced to occupy that little sky.

And the dark night is a golden day.

We’re too far apart, we can’t see the exact shape, we can only look at the bright color, but that’s enough.

We don’t know where the rich people put so many nice fireworks, but if we don’t know, we can take it for granted.

We saw it, we appreciated it, and the fireworks were for us, and they were meant to help us celebrate this beautiful new year.

Wu is close to me with as much white fog as Dad, almost blocking me from the fireworks.

I said, “Why are you breathing? What are you talking about?”

He didn’t have a good answer: “Because it was cold. I’m sorry.

And I was not so cold, and I bowed my head to Cloud, saying, “Are you cold?”

He nods and shakes his head.

I pinched his hand, it was cold.

And We dragged him before me, and said, ‘I will keep you out of the wind’ I’m sorry.

The little Meng smiled softly, and Van Quil asked her, “Are you not cold?” I’m sorry.

“It’s true that I like to blow the wind, but I don’t have to fight. I’m sorry.

“That’s still careful. Don’t catch cold. After the fireworks, I finally turned my eyes back and pulled Meng down.

Then Wu saw and frowned and said, “Do you have no wish for a new year?” Not in New Year’s?

I was thinking about half a latte I didn’t eat. It was cold. I thought I’d get down.

Fan Xiao also waved: “We can’t read, we can’t sing poetry against each other, and we have no wishes.” I’m sorry.

“Fan, whatever you wish, no poetry. Little clouds look at him.

Fan Xiao used to listen to Xiao Yun, so he stood up and looked up and said, “I want to save enough money for my wife.” I’m sorry.

He looked at little Meng.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha” suddenly came out of laughter, shivering and clapping my shoulder.

And I bore him, and turned on his shoulder, and broke his back, and yelled at him, “What are you laughing at? I see Fan Xiao’s wish is true. What do you want? I’m sorry.

“Me?” “I want to save my wife’s money, too.” I’m sorry.

Meng said softly and softly, “Big Rich, don’t laugh at me. I’m sorry.

Wu smiles and shakes his head: “I really think so, do you?” Meng. I’m sorry.

Meng said, “I’d like to go to a place outside the city of Tsing.” I’ve heard that there’s a great savannah on the west side, and there’s a bunch of wild horses, and I think if I’m sick, I’ll go see the horses. I’m sorry.

I clapd my head, “It’s Meng’s wish. It’s best.” I’m… I’m fine. I’m as good as this year next year. I’m sorry.

Late in the night, the wind was still getting colder and the fireworks were over, and everyone had to go home.

Before we go on, we ask Cloud about his New Year’s wishes.

He doesn’t usually talk, people don’t ask, he probably won’t talk.

As a result, he said, like me, that he thought he was in school and could write a poem or something, and that his answer was somewhat disappointing.

But Wu’s got money on his head, which means he’s rich, he’s got better clothes, and Fan says he’s a little sugary at the beginning of the year.

I slept at night, my parents slept, and Yun and I burned water and washed our faces.

Then he pulled my sleeve, and suddenly he said: “Bou, it was not on purpose that the rich brother had swayed; he is behind you, and he is keeping you from the wind. I’m sorry.

And I held a wooden pot, and I dipped for a long time, and I passed by God, “I don’t know.” I’m sorry.

Little clouds raised their feet and filled the basin with water, silently squirming with cold water.

I began to find out from this moment that Cloud is different.

What’s changed? I can’t tell you, it’s like I’ve changed everywhere, but I’m too slow, people are changing, and I don’t know anything.

He wringed the towel and passed it on to me, looking at me in the dark, a bit sad.

Before he went to bed, he gave me the bed and climbed to his snoring dad naked.

Turning back, he whispered, “Are you married and staying with us?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know how to answer that. I never thought about that.

And We laughed, and We pressed him to sleep, and said: I shall tell you when you grow up. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know. I didn’t have a chance to tell him.

There was no need to even tell him, because it was the last year we spent with him.

In the years that followed, he was at the centre of our inaccessible fireworks, and every year he was able to stand in the most recent position, one looking at the most beautiful.

The winter of Minga 11, the first of the year.

I also lay in a warm bed, enjoying a year-long laziness.

It’s as if it’s all a dream to spend most of the year in the embroidery.

The sound of burning wood in the kitchen sounds dry and warm.

Within a minute, the smell of rice porridge came in and woke me up all night in silence, screaming.

I flipped over, got the covers tighter, closed my eyes.

It is only at home and in my little bed that the bed can rest without regard.

“Boo. I’m sorry.

I didn’t open my eyes, I responded with a vague sound, I felt a little itchy, too cold, and I didn’t want to stretch my hand, so I had to bear it.

“Boo, Grandma’s cooking congee. I’m sorry.

The neck is even more itchy, and I get up a little, and I close my eyes and I say, “A little cloud, I’ll sleep a little longer. I’m sorry.

I heard a little smile, so I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful face with a smile.

He didn’t laugh very much. He didn’t laugh when he was so happy yesterday.

Right now, he’s bending his eyes over my bed and looking at me with his little hand around him.

I was a little curious and finally reached out and threw the leaves of his prank around my neck and pulled his cheek.

“What are you laughing at? Everyone laughed yesterday. Why are you so upset? I’m sorry.

“You were everyone’s baby sister yesterday, and today you’re my baby sister.” I’m sorry.

I gave him a serious laugh, and I rose up and held him in my arms, holding him in his arms, holding him by the horn.

“Yes! We’ll be alone today. Where are you going? Let’s go to the big tree. We might have something new after six months.

She came in with hot water, knocked on the side of the pot and laughed, “Get up! How old are you? The sun’s up, the porridge’s up, your dad’s been walking around the yard a few times. I’m sorry.

And We were in the midst of clouds for a while, and he was tickling, so I scratched his limbs.

Because I’m not afraid of itching, he scratches me.

All I did was scratch him in tears, and I stopped and said, “Smuggle, laugh, you little brat. I’m sorry.

I’m tired of wearing clothes to wash my face. Don’t catch cold.

He recovered a clean look and carefully organized his hair.

I took note of his hair, unlike what happened yesterday, and suddenly realized that he might be combing his hair himself, otherwise he would not have missed one.

Mother is usually too busy, and some things are not always taken care of, and she forgets that a character like Yun will not be mentioned.

Then We touched him in the head, and said to him, ‘O cloud, you are so well combed, as a reader.’ I’m sorry.

He’s got a smile on his face, a lot more lively than usual, and he’s obviously very good at my compliment.

I went out and stood on the stairs, and my mother was sweeping the rocks and the alleys.

This has been the case in the western suburbs for four seasons a year, particularly in winter, where the dust can be so thick as not to sweep the ground one day, and when the pedestrians pass through, they can’t breathe.

Dad walked in the alley, without crutches, slowly and carefully, with huge feet in the sand, leaving wide footprints.

I followed him up with a smile, followed his footsteps one by one, and followed him behind me and stepped on my father’s footsteps.

He’s small, he’s walking hard, he’s jumping, he’s tilting, he’s like a little monkey, he’s funny and cute.

I haven’t stopped smiling since I opened my eyes today.

But I can’t stop. I can’t stop laughing at my voice when it’s full of joy.

But I soon couldn’t laugh, and Yun and I were asked to bring some lamb bones to Grandma Chan’s tree, and when I came back there was a beautiful compost in the alley.

The western suburbs are the colours of dust and yellow sand in the dust and dust.

This gorgeous, shining palanquin is dark gold, the only bright spot in this puddle.

I was unconscious and took Cloud’s hand around the palanquin. The curtains were hanging, the limousines were crouching around, wondering if there was anyone in there.

And I bit my lips, and pulled a cloud into the door of the house, which was half open, and turned back and looked at it, and was dragged by me and tripped.

There’s a dirt house in the house, a small stove that Daddy built himself.

It’s easy to see that strange man, not to mention that he’s so well-known as a man, who can’t be held up by his whole body.

I know him, six months ago at the inner gate, we met him.

He waved and told us to come down, bowed his head, whispered to him, “The two children of the family.” I’m sorry.

Men are tall, but very thin.

And he went down in front of clouds, and he went down, and said, “I am your uncle. I will take you home.” I’m sorry.

Little clouds blinked, walked back, grabbed my sleeve.

Dad was already wrinkled, and the ditch was deeper, and he tried to stop, and he didn’t know what to say but scratched his head.

It suddenly became simple.

The man who calls himself Juncheng says he’s Yun’s uncle and looks so untrustworthy.

But he and Cloud are so much alike, not so much, but the kind of cold, white to blue, dark pupils that we’ve always thought we were.

He didn’t even have to explain it, and everything was clear.

It’s been a long time, and I’m suffocating, and she’s pulling his arm.

“It’s a good thing we’ve been thinking about this a long time ago. I’m sorry.

My blood boils and my ears squeal.

“What’s up? What’s up? * I’m going up and I’m going to take a look at the clouds. *

And I looked up at him and said, “Why would you take him away?” He’s my brother. We raised him for six years! I’m sorry.

Dad whispered to me, asking me to respect the Master, and don’t yell.

I’m holding my neck. I didn’t listen to him.

The king looked at me for a moment, and said, “Thank you, I will make it up to you as much as I can.” Whatever you want, just say it. I’m sorry.

My mother’s eyes are wet, her head is raised, and her dry lips are so tight as to form a line.

She looked at King’s Highness and said, “We have nothing to say but that little cloud is better for you.” But we don’t want anything. We send kids home to live a good life, not sell them. I’m sorry.

I can’t leave him. That’s our big boy.

But I cannot be selfish enough to prevent him from going home to be reunited with his loved ones and living the life he deserves.

He’s in the western suburbs, and we can’t give him anything but happiness, except love.

He was unable even to eat enough rice and meat, with large, dark eyes on his skinny cheeks and poor whiteness on his lips.

He must be the son of a remarkable family, not even in our bones.

One heaven, one underground.

One is cloudy, one is booty.

Jun-hwan didn’t look at us much more and instructed the valet to leave.

And for a man like us, who can maintain his high manners and manners, he is an excellent upbringing.

He was very strong in his wrist, and he was tall, almost pointing him out.

There’s no one in the alley. There’s nothing but yellow sand.

The children who had been in the hands of the mundane had been able to escape.

He looked at him with a little surprise.

Yun ran away and hid behind us.

He shook his head with his mother’s clothes, and his eyes were full of terror.

“I will take you home, give you the best of life, ask the best of men, learn what you should learn, the suburbs are not your place.” I’m sorry.

I put my hand on the shoulder of Cloudy and touched it comfortably.

“And you should go back and see your parents, don’t spend time here. I’m sorry.

I saw the hesitations and flashes in the eyes of the King, and I actually felt strange, starting with.

Unlike other adults, he did not see Cloudy as a child, and he had been talking to Cloudy and was a little gruesome.

I don’t know why, but I don’t think it’s a good thing.

Grandma touched the head of Xiao Yun with mercy and smiled, saying, “I dare ask her parents how she was going to lose…”

“Not lost, lost. She briefly interrupted her questions and became impatient.

“His parents had their troubles, so I came, but no difference. I’m sorry.

“Come home with me and don’t play with the kids.” I’m sorry.

He’s always ambiguous. I can’t hear you.

My father was lying down and held in his hand with his mother’s hand in her dress: “Tun, go home with my uncle. We’ll be fine in the suburbs. You can come and see us if you have time. I’m sorry.

“You should go back and see if your parents are okay. How sad they’ve lost you all these years? I’m sorry.

My mother’s eyes were filled with tears, and she said, “It’s been a long time, really, you’ve suffered, go back…”

It’s time for me to blame myself for failing to give him a better life.

I took a tear, and there was a bunch of words that I could ask, and the desire not to be separated broke and collapsed.

And the cloud stood by my garments and refused to let go.

And his hard fingers were purified, as it was six years ago, when We found him, it was as blue as it was.

He looked at me like he was waiting for an answer to the dust, and he was trying to catch a life-saving straw.

I’m not his life-saving straw, but I can give him a wise answer.

“Go home and come back when you’re older. I’m sorry.

I hate to say this, but I should.

He loosed his hand in silence and his tight face was so relaxed, as if he were relieved and as if he were groaning.

Jun-hwan waved at him, and his eyebrow was a hidden fear.

The alley was very narrow, and he walked slowly and slowly away from us, with small footprints stretching across the country beyond the abyss.

“Good. “You should go back and see your daughter.” I’m sorry.

He was held by him to walk to the palanquin, and the golden and jade curtain opened, and he looked back at me and looked at me very, very deeply.

And from the beginning to the end, a little cloud without a word opened his mouth, and he said, “Bie, I will try to remember the way, and I will come back to you.” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t see his face before he left.

I don’t want to see it.

I lost my only brother in the first year of Minga 11 years, forever.

Who was the one who came back to me for years?

I don’t know. I don’t need to know.

And those who thought that family and loved ones and loved ones should have a happy end in the morning and the morning.

It took a long time to figure out what to live with.

On the first day of the eleventh year of Ming Jia, Prince Zhuang secretly returned the Nine Princes and stayed in the royal palace to raise them.

This day was special for our children in the western suburbs, and we grew up a year older, while we lost our only brother.

The day was also special for Yun, who lost his mother, who he had never met.

His birth mother was a famous South American, and Shelley was as lonely and as cold as she was, said to be His Majesty ‘ s favorite concubine.

This beautiful woman, whose name I never knew, silently fell on that happy New Year’s Eve.

He’s only 25 years old.

And I found it difficult to learn from the people of the palace, during the time when I was in the palace, only a few words about her.

She lives in the palace, the most gorgeous and stupendous palace, like the princess of the former.

The Moon Palace is so bold that it is the highest palace, with four floors at its highest, and most of the palaces.

The king of the former dynasty gave it to a sinner’s daughter, Jo.

Rumor has it that the princess then attempted to assassinate the Emperor, committed suicide and died of drug abuse.

Your Highness is the second master of the Moon Palace, and there are no good results.

By the time I entered the palace, the Moon Palace had become an ominous alias, half a cold palace.

So I did not have the opportunity to look at the luxuries of the past, where the two wives lie.

It’s been a long time since Yun disappeared from our lives.

I’m so sad I don’t know what to say. I can’t talk about it.

Only Wu has learned of the news and has cursed for a while.

He had always said that knowing that he was going home this year, he should have been given a silk cloth to make new clothes, otherwise he would not have gone home in a sackcloth.

I’m sure they won’t like it. They probably think they’re hard on the kids.

I heard him say that he was bitter and crying.

And he looked at me with impatience and told me not to cry.

I wept, “I cried, what was in your way? I miss my brother.” I’m sorry.

And he scratched his head, and said, “You will not cry, nor will you come back; man is a child of rich people, and you have nothing to do with half a cent.” I’m sorry.

Wu’s rich is a real pain in the ass.

As soon as he said so, I cried even harder, crying with the wall, causing the crowds in the western suburbs.

“Don’t cry!” He yelled at me so badly, but he put something in my hand.

I forgot to cry, let’s see, it’s a copper-coated acupuncture with two butterflies on top of it, and an old one.

“I was going to save for Yun’s shoes, and I don’t need them anymore. I’m sorry.

I cried and laughed, and said, “It’s too ugly. I see the girls on the road all beaded with the bright beads, and the sew-like. I’m sorry.

“I knew it was a dog feed and you’re an old man.” I’m sorry.

“No, the iron rooster’s out of hair. * I ran away with the tweezers, and I saw him in a bad mood, and I couldn’t stop laughing. *

He suddenly stopped playing, and he didn’t look so mean.

He said, “We shall see the clouds, although his family would not like us to know his world.” It’s understandable, after all, that we are… But I’m going to ask more questions and I’m going to have to stay in the inner city and see you again. It’s useless to think too much, go back and learn how to embroidery. I’m sorry.

I’m surprised he’s said so much, after all, that he’s often been detached and one-sided against me and Fan Xiao for over a decade.

Wu’s rich has become less annoying, and it’s probably the only fun I’ve had since.

Wu said so, and did so.

He went to the inner city for a few days, and his shoes were cut half, and he was asked from house to house.

However, no one has ever heard of a family in Uchi City who has found the young master.

The clouds were like a wind, taken away by a man who had only seen two faces, and completely disappeared into our lives.

It was a strange day, Dad asked about his house and said that he wanted to see Yun in the future.

Jun-hwan’s attitude was abnormally cold and he was not told.

I went back to the embroidery, studied hard, embroidered hard, and finally won my monthly home visit.

When I asked my father about the day, he told me, “No mistake. I have seen many noble men in the people’s quarters, and none of them is as expensive as him.” He doesn’t have to lie to us. I don’t want anything to do with us. I want my kids to be clean. I’m sorry.

I can’t talk.

When the world is cold and the world is tough, I see a little bit of it, and I can’t stop crying and scolding.

None of this has worked, and it has not been possible to bridge the huge gap between me and Cloudy.

God knows why the days of Clouds went on so fast.

I haven’t lived much this year.

Time’s like a cloud, you can’t see it, there’s nothing left in the wind.

This spring I spent in the embroidery, surprised to discover that the spring was truly the same as the one in the same book.

The flowers that can’t be named in the courtyard, the trees, have come to me, enough to look out for a better spring.

And the embroidery planted many phoenix bouquets, and they were rejoicing in them until the first summer.

The fire is red, and the petals are so large and wide open, so sweet, but they are neither refined nor plentiful.

This thing can be used as a cod Dan, and the petals break a little bit of acne, put it on the fingernails, clothe it, and in a few moments open it, you can dye it with beautiful red.

I’ve done a lot of fingernails in private, but my hands aren’t pretty and thick and swollen.

Last year, frozen fingers were swollen like hair buns until it warmed up, and red on it was just ridiculous.

And some afternoon after the sun was bright, We took the phoenix under the walls in the middle of the meal, and tried to be a Cordon, and thought of the clouds unprovoked.

I remember his hands looked good, his fingers were white and thin and long, and if he dyed it, it would be like a little girl.

I imagine him being shy and shy, laughing, laughing at the end of his heart, and falling in pain.

Boy! Master’s coming. Don’t be lazy. There’s a lot of embroidery in the afternoon. I’m sorry.

The girl at the house came to remind me that I had to throw the phoenix and go back to the embroidery room.

No little cloud in the first year.

I’ve heard a hot summer.

I swept the fall through the garden of the embroidery.

When the first winter snow came, the master was very tolerant and allowed young embroidery women to shovel snow in the yard.

I had a snowman on my knees, and I put a hair on him, like the one when Cloud left.

And now I have the power to leave my plaque, which I have made in the light of the earth.

And this time We did not embroidered, nor did We embroidered butterflies, but We did not embroidered but a gold-side cloud and a white cloud.

And I look forward to the day when I will replace the poor embroidery with an embroidery that cannot be carried.

When I came home at the end of the year, my parents told me there was no news of Yun.

I’m not sad anymore, but Yun must have had a very good day, eating well, and having a decent gentleman to teach him.

But I don’t want to be sad, but I have to go back and forth.

At the end of the year, Grandma Chen died and slept alone in her small shack.

Since we children remember, she has been living alone in the tree and has always cleaned herself up and cleaned herself up, and has been passing through our alleys from time to time.

Even Dad didn’t know what had happened to her, why she had fallen to the point where he didn’t have even one of his own.

We don’t even know when she died, about a few days after Lai 8th, and it’s been a long time since we’ve seen her pushers out to sell.

Grandma’s worried. Ask old Meng’s head to see if she’s sick.

Old Meng said he was gone for how long.

It’s freezing, the bodies are freezing.

When Dad and rich dad went to lift people, they were half-loved, freezing.

It took a lot of work to get his legs straight, wrap his body clothed, put it in a thin coffin, and carry it to the ground for mass burial.

I came home just in time for Grandma Chan’s first seven.

Since no one knew when she died, the day that old Meng’s head went was counted as her death.

We don’t have the money to do it, but on the first seven days we’re all going.

Little Meng is covered in huge reeds and long swings to the ground.

I’ve been worried about cutting down the dead branch on the ground and keeping it on her.

She said it was Fan’s dress. His sister-in-law made it for him.

The guy was stupid enough not to wear it, gave it to Meng, afraid she’d catch cold, and didn’t think that Meng would wear it.

As a rule, Dad said something to make it easier for Grandma Chan to go on the road and throw a good baby in the next life.

My dad’s dumb, but he’s probably taller than his neighbors.

I’m done with Dad’s lame consolation. Wu is rich, Fan is going to hang a note, Me and Meng are down to burn the money.

He said, “You poor old woman, too. We can afford to burn more, and let the elderly live a good life there.” I’m sorry.

I lamented the fact that Wu was rich, like his father, and always valued money, even paper money.

Without the buffer of the royal wall, the wind is stronger in the suburbs than in the western suburbs, like a knife to the face, clogged with gravel and beating everyone on the cheek.

No one’s crying, grownups may be numb, and we grow up, lots of things, we can’t cry.

The sound of the wind and the competent weeping, instead of us, instead of the family to which Mrs. Chen had gone.

I think if Cloud was here, he’d probably shed tears for Grandma Chan.

Chen helped him change his first diapers, fed him the first meal, helped us a lot when I was too busy to take care of my young cloud.

Even if it were a bowl of hot, radiant twilight, he should have cried for her.

But where is he now?

And when I am fifteen years old, even if I am a child of poor people, I shall have nothing to offer.

Mother says it’s the second time you’ve been married to a woman, and you don’t want to marry someone who’s rich and able, but you have to be nice and nice to women.

She said Wu is very good and he knows everything.

When she said this, I did not speak, but sat silently on the bench at the door and embroidered.

We have stopped talking about clouds, as if the child was like a cloud, and came and went and left nothing.

I’m embroidered in the clouds.

The longer it takes, the less hope there is.

I know, I’ve probably never had a chance to see him again.

But I’m so sorry that I lost my cat and lost my dog for a while, but I’m not going to be like this, and I’m going to dig a piece out of my heart, and I’m going to be empty.

The road from the western suburbs to the embroidery is so long, so far round, and has crossed most of the city.

I go back and forth twice a month, 24 times a year.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in the city who come and go, like rivers that never stop.

How many people will pass by me when I pass through the two gates of the inner city?

There is no cloud, nor is there any gust.

It’s hard enough to look at a strong wall just by looking up.

Wu had a sign from the inner city, but he had never seen Yun, not once.

It doesn’t seem like much to me to marry someone.

But I remember saying to Yun a long time ago, he was my brother and my parents after 100 years, and he was my mother’s family.

If I marry… at least let my big brother know?

I think I’m more attached to Yun than I thought. He’s like my brother and half a child.

What’s wrong with being a father and a mother?

I did a good job of embroidery. It takes half an hour.

I lifted up my pails and looked through the grey sun, and it looked good, and it looked so good, and I didn’t know how many times better than the lame pairs I used to embroidered.

I didn’t want to talk about it, but I went to cook in the stove.

When I came home, she had to find a way to add a rare cuisine, even if Dad went to work to kill a cow, and steal a piece of the sidekick.

When Wu got in in a hurry, I was on my way to the stove to help with the dishes.

He had an envelope in his hand, ran three or two paces to me without a brake, tripped at the threshold to hold the door frame.

It was too strong to unload the old wood door.

I took a breath in my heart, and I tried to help him, lest he would really unload my door.

I can’t live without a door

His sweat, his rare leap, “Li Po! Huen wrote. I’m sorry.

I reached out and grabbed his wrinkled envelope, and he stood up and held it up and wouldn’t give it to me.

I punched him in the face, and he looked at me.

“What’s the matter with you? You can’t read. I’ll read it to you.” He breathed on his chest, and he walked into the house and sat down and opened the envelope.

Dude, he’s running to my house without even taking his envelope out, running all the way from the inner city, and he’s not afraid to die.

We hastened to drag a stool to his face: “Have you seen him? How is he? Has he grown tall or weighted?”

Wu was careful to tear up the envelope and wrinkled his eyebrow.

Don’t bother me! I didn’t see him. Someone sent him to my shop, saying he had given it to him. I’m sorry.

“My Lord…” And I smiled, and said, “It must have been a great thing for Xiao Yun to be a master. I’m sorry.

Wu has taken out the letterheads, and I was in the past and I laughed: “Read and be rich.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t call me rich. * He took a look at me and deliberately took the paper away from me. *

He said, “The name of my brother is Fan. You never call me brother. I’ve made you so many clothes. I’m sorry.

I laughed, “Big Rich…”

To tell you the truth, he’s got such a pompous name. Call him brother.

But he was used to it, coughing twice, and he had his hands on a piece of paper like wings, and he looked at it.

“Sister’s Highness…”

“What does sister mean?” I ask.

“You. I’m not satisfied with Wu, but I’m going to try to explain briefly.

“Oh…” I listened to him and he stopped.

I tried to grab the paper, but he didn’t hide and gave it to me.

There were only three lines, and the word “associated” was one line.

I don’t know a few words. I read them like books, even more like books.

He said, “You know what? I’m sorry.

“No more? That’s it?” And I’ve been looking at it in three lines, and I haven’t seen it.

He said, “He also misses the day he followed us, but for the good of us, ask us not to go to him again.” I’m sorry.

“What does that mean? * I was staring at the stingy two lines *

Wu had not answered me, saying, “Boo Lee, our shop is a paper shop. You have this in your hand, which is a famous heart-breaker, with someone’s gold-burning seal. Do you know how expensive this paper is? I’m sorry.

He listened to his brother in the paper-making workshop bragging, and the platitudes of the manifesto were hard to buy, and no ordinary rich man could buy it. It was the charisma of the king’s house.

That piece of paper, thin as wings, so soft, it costs 100 gold.

That’s a number I’ve never imagined in my entire life. I’m holding that letter.

“This son of a bitch…” I’d like to call him ingratitude, ingratitude, heartless.

It’s not my little cloud, it’s not our little cloud.

I look down and my tears turn in my eyes, this child… it shouldn’t be like this.

We said to him, “You loved him so much before, he did not mention you. I’m sorry.

“Boy, I don’t think Yun is mean, maybe he’s right. I’m sorry.

Lucky Wu looked at me very carefully and suddenly reached out to my back of the head and pressed it on his chest.

He whispered, “Cry, today you are allowed to cry, and don’t think after that.” He’s home. He’s fine. We’re fine. I’m sorry.

I’ve been in here a long time, but I haven’t said a word.

Until I cried and raised my face from Wu’s rich, wet chest, and they looked at her in the wrong eyes.

She was laughing, and she said, “Let’s get rich and stay for dinner. I’m sorry.

Lucky Wu suddenly realized that he was too close to me and I could even see the thin sweat on his cheeks.

It’s like he put a needle in it, pulled it out of the way and hit it on the stool.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

He turned around, grabbed the paper, passed the threshold and waved at me: “Trust me, I’ll keep it. It’s expensive. If you want to look back and get it from me. I’m sorry.

I held him in my cuffs, and I watched him go away so he could calm down and tell my mother about Xiao Yun.

She was quiet and noded, and later said, “Boy, she thinks she’s a good kid. I’m sorry.

I turned to the cooker to get a bowl of chopsticks, and said, “There’s nothing wrong with it, except the mouth. I’m sorry.

“Do you want to be a family? I’m sorry.

I saw my mother rubbing her hand, and she said, “It’s more than once, but you’re still in the embroidery and I haven’t mentioned it. I’m sorry.

I put the chopsticks on the table, and I kept walking, and I was in a hurry, and I went back to serving.

It smells good, it’s hot, it’s got a little onions on it. It’s from Meng.

It’s not as expensive as beef, and it’s not so hard to find.

I sat down with my mother and thought in silence and understood a lot.

I’m not that stupid. I don’t know a lot of things. I just don’t want to think about it.

I asked, “Is it true that rich women don’t hate our family?” I’m sorry.

I’ve finally been squeaky, and I’ve been so busy with my hands: “No, I think I like you very much. Besides, you’re a embroidery, and a rich woman is a embroidery. I’m sorry.

I put a chopstick of cattle in my mouth, chewing it while trying to be as unattractive as possible: “Is that why you want me to learn embroidery?” I’m sorry.

I’m starting to get a little nervous. I can’t even eat.

“Of course it’s not all… I’m really worried about you, I’m sorry I couldn’t bear to give you a brother.

“I have a brother. We raised him for six years. “I tried so hard to keep my smile on, and I swallowed the whole rib of the cow that didn’t chew.

“Boo, Yun is not one of us, you should think for yourself.” If you don’t want to…”

“I do. “I stood up and sat around her side, gently hugged her neck and buried it in her neck.

“Mom, thank you. “Thank you for thinking so much for me. Thank you for loving me so much.

I suspect that everyone who’s been a mother has a different smell, and at this point the smell of poor hair and soap is mixed up, and the touch of my childhood when she’s holding me in her arms to feed me.

I’m old enough to have me, and I’m old enough to be soft.

Years and years have taken away her plentiful breasts and cheeks and left her dry, thin body.

This little half-old woman, with his hands frozen, is always too worried about my future, trying to find me a reliable trust.

A rich man’s shop was long gone, and Yun had a big disease the year she left, and her legs and eyes were so bad that it was too late.

The man in the family was very fond of her and did not want her to knit all day, and the shop was gradually turning into a grocery store.

Business is, of course, not as good as it was in the past, and there are few left to pay the expensive annual rent.

But after all, she was able to leave the fabric machine, which remained unchanged for thousands of years, and occasionally came out to tan and talk to her.

It is worth mentioning that we are married in the alley.

We’ve been neighbors for decades, and we’ve never had any problems.

So there was not a kiss, nor was there a plan for life, nor was there even a flower before, and you were not one of us.

It’s settled between me and Wu.

I finally realized that being rich actually liked me.

I wasn’t even there when my parents came to the house.

I’m going back to the embroidery for the last six months of my apprenticeship. I should’ve left the school, but I was doing some private work, and I paid my master’s wallet.

Wu was rich enough to look after the shop in the city.

Shouldn’t the big family have to warm up early, wear gold and silver, and come to the door with the sun’s bride price?

The bride price for the rich parents is two very good silks, a lamb-skin slab and fifty-two silver.

My father and mother were surprised to say what to say. They left silk cloths and tatters, and the silver was confiscated.

So it turns out that Wu has the richest money in the alley, and that’s enough money to put a heart back in my stomach, smile and be content.

She’s not asking for money, she’s asking for money, she’s asking me to be honest, she’s going to be happy.

It’s more important than anything.

I’m talking about it now as if it’s none of my business.

I thought, at the festival, would I like to get rich?

You like it? What do you mean, like it? What does it feel like?

I don’t have anyone to consult with, I don’t know.

All I know is that we don’t talk to anyone, and we don’t care about anyone, but we don’t really hate anyone.

All I know is that there has been a change in our relationship since the parents simply agreed to the marriage.

The past said that the embroidery and the inner city were not on the way, and that they would not come to see Us, and suddenly they began to go on the way.

He runs to me, and his groceries always get a lot of new things from homeless people and beggar children.

But if Wu is rich, he’s a different person.

And he didn’t give me a gift, he brought me a wooden sculptor, a knob, to show me how to touch it, taste it, and ask me if I like it.

I said I didn’t like it, and he was obviously upset and he wouldn’t leave.

When I said I liked it, he said he’d keep it, and then he’d give it to me again.

I am worried about his way of being a human being, and it tickles his grotesque operation, but it’s strangely not angry.

He’s completely grown up to be a man, tall and strong, with beards darker than Dad’s, with two chickens on his cheeks.

It’s not as handsome as his father’s. It’s a little mean, but once he talks, he’s childish and he likes mouths.

I laughed at him, and he laughed at me for being short, and then I followed him and beat him.

He said I couldn’t jump on his knee. I couldn’t hit anybody. I was mad, right?

At this point, he’s gonna jump in front of my eyes and put his arms out for me.

Well, I’m not married at a very young age and I’m worried about my life.

The plan to get married in New Year’s is stalled. We’re not too old.

But there’s a reason why it took so long.

Soon after my marriage with the rich man was set, Fan gave him a pair of bracelets at his instigation.

Wu is very proud of this. I was surprised when he told me.

Fan Xiao is a wood cutter. It’s not common to see wood bloom.

Wu was sneering at my reaction, saying that I was a blind man with eyes, and that nothing could be seen except clouds and my own little embroidery.

But he’s not the same. The Old Man has long known that Fan is interested in Meng.

I don’t want to go back to him. I’m still happy.

It’s a wonderful thing, and when he says it, I think Fan Xiao and Meng are perfect.

People like us, who can’t get out of the West Side for about a lifetime, who can see with their heads down, who don’t know what they are.

I can’t expect anyone to eat a big fat man in a breath, marry a lady of gold, marry a man of honor.

We can’t see such people forever without an accident.

I think Juncheng and Xiao Yun should be counted as rich and rich, but I found them by mistake.

It’s not our day to return.

Now that you’ve made a difference to each other, it’s a lot of trouble for your parents.

The most important is that we are all willing and committed, and that is the right option.

It’s not about the wind or the moon, it’s not about revenge.

I happened to be home on the day Van Xiao delivers the bracelet.

It’s black wood, strong as a black cow. It’s worse than a cow.

Two months after the bracelet was bought, Wu made two months of psychological preparations.

When the last words were said, he had the courage to knock on his door after such a peaceful afternoon.

There’s no such thing as an alarming sign, but Fan went straight in, stuffed the bracelet with the pap and came out.

Then Wu jumped out of his feet and said, “Did the word say it?” I’m sorry.

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Wu wanted to slap his face on the bottom of his shoe and bite his teeth, saying, “You stupid cow, how do you know that you’re here to deliver love? I’m sorry.

Fan Xiao gave him a cursing in his face, and he went back in a disturbing state of mind.

“What did you teach Fan? I’m sorry.

Wu was rich and close together, and made a good example: “To be a winged bird in heaven, and to take care of the branches…”

“Yeah. I interrupted him, “It’s sour and dirty.” I’m sorry.

And he turned up with a white eye, and his breath bursted: “Go ahead.” I’m sorry.

And I did not pay heed to him, and said: what is the matter with me that I did not have a small man and a token of love? I’m sorry.

“You didn’t? “Does it look like shit that I gave you?” I’m sorry.

“It’s not good. I don’t think you’re the one with eyes. I yelled at him.

We had a fight here, and it wasn’t until little Meng’s door sounded so loud that he was too busy looking.

The phrase was not clear, the tongue was tied, with little Meng’s confused eyes, and he was busy running away, accidentally removing half of his door.

Half the wooden door fell on the ground, caught by Fan Xiao’s hands and turned back with his arms and smiled at the little Meng’s face: “It’s nothing to do…”

Meng looked at his stupid face, biting on his lower lip and whispering with his red cheeks, “You’ll have to fix it, or Grandpa will come back and don’t go.” I’m sorry.

I’m going to get up and say, “Don’t go. Don’t go.

In order to save as much as possible, several families in the alley had discussed the two marriages together.

But Meng’s health is bad, and Fan’s family is temporarily unable to pay for the wedding and the bar.

It’s been a long time, until the end of the fifteenth year of Minga, and it’s finally been finalized for New Year’s Eve.

It’s not that we don’t want to spend two more holidays, it’s that we can’t make much money.

For us, it’s not that much.

What’s in the city? Most of us can’t do it. We have to pay for it.

I remember a year in my home with a tight jar.

At the end of this year, there will be a happy ending.

I went to East City with my parents to pick up what they needed to buy a bar, and it seemed that the price of rice flour had increased.

“It’s a bad year and the price of rice has increased by two cents.” If it doesn’t rain next year, it won’t even be able to drink the porridge. I’m sorry.

Dad was carrying a sack of rice, holding one hand in his hand and laughing in his head: “How about that, Po? Don’t listen to your mother. Our three people have hands and feet, whatever their fate, they don’t starve.” I’m sorry.

I’m convinced that I’m home now, getting some embroidery, making a lot of silver, so don’t be a cook again. I’m sorry.

She only laughed at us and said that if anything happens, we have to save money.

That’s a big deal, but it doesn’t mention the idea of a former cook.

And I thought, “Well, I haven’t seen anyone like my mother since this long life.”

Destiny is so unfair to her that if she were to read and read, she might have done a great job, not to worry about the two-dollar rice.

She can say many things, like prophecies, but the prophecies do not see the day when they will come.

Marriage is the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen in my life.

I’m the embroidery girl, and I know how delicate the needle’s feet are and how delicate it is.

Lucky Wu took me to see it once, and I put that in my heart, and the closer the marriage, the more I looked forward to wearing it.

Unfortunately, I didn’t end up wearing it.

Someone bought it directly at a higher price, and the shop that was supposed to offer us a good price didn’t even announce it.

Wu got rich and had a big fight with the people in the garment shop. I’m not worried. He took me with him.

The owner of the store took us up and down several times, and seemed to have measured our bones at two points.

He stares at us with a pair of green beans sour eyes and says we’re so poor that we don’t have to be swollen and fat, rent what’s good for us, and we’ve got so low for marriage in the suburbs.

Wu’s got it, he’s got it on his face, and he’s gonna have a fight with the stool at his feet.

It’s not hard for me to hold him. I just have to tell him that a fight can break the clothes in the store, and we can’t afford it.

We went back with our heads down and Wu’s fortune was so low that he came to my house and said, “Sorry.” I’m sorry.

I said, “It doesn’t matter… form doesn’t matter…”

And I’m going to comfort my mother by coming out of the house and saying, “Boy, someone sent a wedding dress…”

At this point, I thought the dress in the garment shop was the best dress I’d ever seen in my life.

My mother pointed at the box with the fragrance and said that someone had sent it all the way in the afternoon and left without a sip of water.

And when the box was opened, it opened a small golden light, as if it were a treasure which was rare among mankind.

I rubbed my eyes and saw the wedding dress in the box from the thin, floating light on the wall of dust.

I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s a place that’s thousands of times better than a dress in a garment shop.

The gold just came out of a crotch of golden threads.

I stretch my hand to lift a heavy wedding dress, shake my arms, and the sun shines like a golden wave, and the whole earth wall house looks like gold.

And the pair of them which were embroidered upon their heads, they were like a pulverized neck, and they were in the water.

This embroidery is worth about a hundred of me, and that’s all I can do for the palace.

Nobody knows what to say. Nobody’s ever seen anything so beautiful.

I asked Grandma, who’s here to deliver the wedding dress.

I’ll shake my head, say I don’t know, look like a runner.

“Wasn’t it Cloudy? “I asked in front of Wu, in front of the rich,

Think a little bit, it’s just him, it’s just him.

Wu’s fortune has gone unstoppably to the side of the box, carefully touching the sarcasm, and his fingers have passed over a large piece of platinum with fine hair.

When he swept away his previous grief, he turned to me with a warm look, “Boo, this dress is full of pearls!” We don’t rely on the sea for the rivers and the beads are rare! I’m sorry.

I did not look back upon him with regret, and said, “Stop it. I’m sorry.

On the day of the marriage, We were not wearing a wedding dress that was rich and expensive.

Wu has no idea why I insist on wearing them, but he rarely asks for a similar shop before the wedding and rents a similar dress.

And now I’m wearing that simple wedding dress, and I’m in Wu’s fortune, and I bow to my parents on both sides.

It was rare to have a good time in the alley, with a lot of neighbours in the neighbourhood, and the ritual was completed as soon as possible, waiting for a hot table.

Two chairs in the yard were moved from Wu’s family’s house, and we had to move to Fan Xiao and Meng’s.

It’s hard to wait till it’s all over. The back cook can barely squeeze anything.

The chef who came from the kitchen was yelling about how small the cooking room was and how it looked.

After the tea of Wu’s fortune, the horse took off the thongs, put on the usual rags, and smiled with red buns for the cook.

The country’s neighbours can’t wait to get into their seats, drag their seats and squeeze their shoulders into round circles.

The grown-ups are still holding the peanuts on the table. Kids don’t care about that, they don’t get to eat one more time in a year, they bring a bowl, and they’re hiding in their sleeves and pants.

A basket of snacks at each table leaves a trail of black ash behind.

The people in the alley said, “It’s fresh, it’s hard.” I’m sorry.

The guacamole that lives in the tree can’t stand it, and its skin is on its lips, and it’s said, “Is there an eight bowl?” I’m sorry.

The others laughed, and the sound was down: “Eight bowls and nine bowls. You can’t imagine. I’m sorry.

The crowd laughed low, and did not seem to aim to distribute barley wine to the neighbors far away.

Dad used to like cups. He was too drunk to get his hands on a working day.

He hasn’t had a drop of wine today, but he looks drunk.

He was too busy to entertain his guests with three heads and six arms, and he was covered in red with red and red, and he was given a fine message.

I told you I didn’t want to get excited, but this time I’m more stubborn than my mother.

Anyway, we’ll have to invite our neighbors to join us for this wine.

The neighbors of the West Side, with all their money, want to drag their families with their mouths.

It’s bound to be hard work. I don’t really understand what Dad thinks.

When he and rich parents were busy doing the hard work, Wu and I had a drink and a table to drink.

I can’t drink, I can’t get rich enough to change the white water, or I can’t keep up with my coarse neighbors.

It’s white water. I’m about to drink.

Wu was laughing at me and calling out to my aunts and uncles and greeting them, and holding my hand in secret.

Let’s get out of the yard and go to the two tables in the alley.

And Wu became rich, and whispered, “Hold on, it will soon be better.” You go back to the wedding room, we’ll stay with you. I’m sorry.

I nodded, raised my skirt, stepped out of my house and got stuck, looked up and looked at the old roof across the slope.

It was the year that Cloud went, and we climbed up to the roof of the inner city to see fireworks.

The house was still occupied. We had to get up there and not be seen.

It’s already gone.

At this point, the old roof is all alone.

He was wearing a black cap, black, not tall and thin.

As you can see, it’s like a black raven, and it melts into a gray shadow behind it.

I’ll come back and ask me what happened.

And We shook our heads and climbed over his shoulder, and said, “All right, go and drink first. I’m sorry.

And We turned our mouths towards the guests of that table, and We drank of the white water from the cup with our heads upside down.

They say the bride is so good, the groom is so handsome… and a hundred years is good, and a good child is born.

I looked at him, and he was still standing on the corner of the roof, and half of the roof blocked him.

The wind and sand in the western suburbs smote the old house, and the leaves swung around the heavens and the earth, but he did not move in Our direction, as though it were a sanctified stone.

I followed Wu to the yard and laughed.

That’s great. He’s grown up. He’s taller.

It’s a little taller than me.

But you’re so thin, aren’t you eating well? It’s still too tight…

I suddenly want a cover right now.

But in our western suburbs, we’re snorting about the high-profile marriage.

Our bride doesn’t have to wear a hood or drink with the groom.

But if I had a cover right now, I could cry.

Why, they’re all here, and they don’t want to come down to see me and my parents?

I followed Wu’s rich steps, bypassed a guest, went to his yard, entered his parents’ wedding room.

He probably noticed my abnormalities, walked not fast and held my hand firmly.

And as soon as the door was slammed, and it was cut off from it, he frowned and said: What is the matter with you? Isn’t that a shame? I’m sorry.

I shake my head, my face is covered with lip.

“What’s going on? I’m your man, shouldn’t I be told? I’m sorry.

He stung his lower lip, filled his breath with wine, strangled his emotions in front of me and whispered again, “What did you see when Fong left?” I’m sorry.

“Mun, he’s watching us on the roof across the street. I’m sorry.

“Are you sure it’s him?” I’m sorry.

I’m sure of the location.

And he stood up and looked at him, and said, “He will not come to his trouble. I’m sorry.

“Don’t you want to see him? We’ve had him for so many years, and he’s so good.”

“I think I’m going to make him my own brother, and I want to know how he’s doing, but if he doesn’t come down, he’ll have a reason, so understand.”

I don’t understand! * I looked up at him and my eyes hurt. *

“I’d like to ask him why. What can’t he say? We’re his family! I’m sorry.

I ran out of the door, and Wu was not stopping me, and I heard him before I went out, saying, “Then go and say to him, “It’s not too late for him to be able to take charge of himself, and then find us.” Will we not be there? I’m sorry.

I went out through the little door next to the sheep collar of the rich man and went around the other side of the house.

He’s still there, but he’s going to leave, and he’s jumping down three or two steps along the cracks.

The veil on the caps swayed with him and slowly turned, and was swept up by the west wind covered in yellow sand, showing the face of a young man of unknown sex.

The eyes are still very big, dark, deep like a ghost, and the aberrations are not enough.

I stood before him with a red wedding dress.

He just jumped out of the beam and looked like a black bird, with a hand and a cap that had been blown off by the wind, staring at me.

The surroundings are broken walls that hold the wind in the west. Grey and white, yellow wind and sand dust, black and red all seem so gruesome.

The wind rolled up a small cyclone on the ground of a pit full of dust and sand and blew into his black boots.

And he looked at me for a long time, and smiled, and the radians of his mouth were passing away, and he was replaced by unfailing sorrow.

He asked, “Why don’t you wear my wedding dress?” I’m sorry.

I can’t wait to give him two big ears, just like Fan used to teach him.

What do kids know? You’re full of shit!

But I didn’t move, and I looked at his young and blistering face with an old puppet’s shell, and he said, “Do you think your sister deserves such a valuable wedding dress?” I’m sorry.

“I want you to think that you deserve the best in the world.” You, Rich, Fan, Meng, Papa and Grandma… everyone. I’m sorry.

I don’t know if he’s trying to be a kid or not.

And We could not save him years of bitterness, and said, “I have not forgotten, when you return to the land of tenderness, and forget everything.” I’m sorry.

He seemed a little strung, and his dark eyes blinked several times, and fell to the point of his boots covered in yellow sand, and whispered, “How is it?” I won’t forget I’ll live on it. I’m sorry.

“What are you mumbling about? I didn’t hear the second half of him, but I felt that the child had gone back for several years, and it seemed to meditate more and more.

At this age, the children of the western suburbs are all alive and alive. They are not beaten for three days.

The next person was a colored painting, he was like a gray lake, quiet and depressed.

“I’ve got you, hide and seek, and I don’t want to play like this. Come and see my parents and brothers.

And he turned his back, and he was a little hesitant and afraid: “I can’t go back and I can’t appear before people.” Your Majesty… your uncle told me to obey. I’m sorry.

I’m going to look at his face again, and I want to see something from that face that’s so beautiful.

But he quickly put on his hat, covering it up, while he retreated: “I have to go back, you and rich brother, and live well, and I will see you again when I have the chance.” I’m sorry.

I asked, “What is your problem, Cloudy? Did you tell my sister that we’ll work together? I’m sorry.

“No, I miss you so much.” I’m fine. I’m leaving now, Paul. I’m sorry.

He’s not right in any place, but I can’t think of a way to keep him.

I looked at him, and I cried at him, and I couldn’t watch him.

“Today your sister is married! Can’t you say a toast? I’m sorry.

He turned back and laughed again. I couldn’t see his face. I just thought he was smiling.

“I know, of course, that you may only live in peace. As you said, I will be your mother’s house. I remember.” I’m sorry.

He’s gone far, and I don’t think I’m going to pass on the word “Oh” to him, and I’ve been upset on the way back.

But when he left, I thought I’d see him again.

As long as he doesn’t forget, we don’t. Who’s gonna keep us together?

Perhaps his uncle placed great hopes in him.

I have in my head the shadow of the king, and I find it very credible, so I have half the heart, and I go back and tell Wu the truth.

But I didn’t say anything about it. I’m afraid Wu won’t call me stupid.

It’s more like a hot potato to us. It can’t be eaten, it can’t be used, it can’t be used, it can’t be used, it can’t be kept in a box.

Strangely enough, there was a storm in our house and we couldn’t afford to starve or die.

The family is so much more precious now, it’s so restless and horrified.

I got married and moved to his yard.

The dress was initially locked in the bottom of my closet, and since she knew it was from Xiao Yun, she couldn’t sleep at all, she was afraid that someone would know that the eye was stolen.

Then Dad said he couldn’t go on like this, and the dress went under my rich bed.

Wu was glad to be rich, and said, “Well, if it’s good, then a box of gold is stuck under the bed. I’m sorry.

And he’s the only one who thinks it’ll help.

I was ashamed and punched in his face, “What are you playing with? I’m sorry.

He smiled with his face: “Then you’re my wife. I’m not playing with you, am I playing with Fan Xiao? I’m sorry.

I thought I’d be here soon.

And I saw no clouds with my own eyes in the years that followed, whether the world was good or bad, or whether it was a natural or man-made catastrophe, or the wind or rain.

I’m married to a rich man, and it’s the New Year’s.

We thought it would be a good sign, a good sign.

Life will always be better, both parents will be healthy, and we will be young, even though we can’t make much money in the store and it will be easy to feed our families.

When Fan Xiao and Meng got married, they moved out of his brother-in-law’s house and went to the old Meng-head’s house, where the groom had been refurbished in and out of his home for a few months.

Changed the old door for years to a new double-opener, and the swayed windowpane to a new window paper.

It can’t be seen that he’s a little sugarman who sells paper and can still do woodwork.

We came and went for more than a month, and we saw him carrying wood alone, running around like cows, always laughing at him.

Saying that he was a son-in-law with a heavy burden, and that he was in a hurry to please the old Men’s head.

It is true, however, that the best estimate of the whole alley is old Meng.

In the past, he had been obstinate in the early days of the country, and had grown some food and potatoes for sale, and had worked hard to make a living.

But he was worried that his granddaughter was weak and afraid, and could not live for six months without his grandfather.

Old Meng, when he came to drink with his father, was often drunk, in a muddy way, his hair and clothes were so messed up, he was burping on the table, an old tree-skin face, no crying was worse than crying.

He grabbed his father’s arm over and over again, told him how Meng’s parents were killed by the robbers, how Meng escaped from the mountains with his arms and fought half to escape to the capital.

Meng’s illness was left behind by the thawing wounds of that time, half of which was cured, and it was never bad, so they agreed that she would live a year.

Who knows that she has lived these years, like weeds whose heads have been abused by wind and sand throughout the western suburbs. They are not fresh, but they live with the wind.

Van Xiao and Meng’s marriage is not for anyone.

At first, Fan didn’t want to, and thought that Fan had the skills, the sexuality, the strength, the ability to marry a better…at least a healthy bride.

They had no malice towards Meng, and they had given sugar and window flowers to her family during the holidays.

Who knows when Meng will be gone?

It’s not a big family that took the money to marry a daughter-in-law.

Fan Xiao and his brother fought the only one I’ve had since I remembered.

It was loud enough to wake me up and Wu became rich, and we both went to bed in the middle of the night with our clothes.

But the brothers are the same strength and sex, and no one can persuade them.

Brother Fan pointed at his nose: “Don’t be mad, we don’t have the money to get you a second wife!” I’m sorry.

Van Xiao Din was so scary, he answered: “I will marry a little Meng in my life!” I’m sorry.

His brother was about astonished by the fact that his brother had grown up, had hard wings, was even worse, and was totally angry.

“Whoever you marry, I have no control over, but you marry a sick man, and marry him is a burden. Can you afford it?” I’m sorry.

Fan Xiao can’t hear that Meng is sick, and his brother is probably upset, not really.

They have to fight.

Wu went out and took a few punches, and he didn’t know who hit them in the chaos, and he didn’t have a place to talk.

When he came back to give him medication, he complained about it with a mean mouth.

After all the fighting, his sister-in-law apologized for the marriage.

What else can we do?

It’s never gonna end. It’s never gonna end.

His brother was his only elder, raised from a young age. Who else could go for him?

Fan moved to Meng’s house as a model son-in-law and refused to return to his brother for a long time.

Me and Wu always told him to go back and apologize.

Van Xiao Tung wants to be able to pull his face off.

And then I forgot about it, and I was busy with embroidery during the day, and I had to serve my mother-in-law at night.

She’s in bad health, her legs are barely able to walk and her hands are getting more unconscious.

We all know she’s sick, but we’ve invited all the men in the western suburbs, none of them can be diagnosed, just saying it’s weird, not even a square.

And think of it, for more than a decade of my memory, she sat in front of that knitter, knitted herself, made herself, as if she were stuck on that stool.

How can a dozen years like this not break your body?

It’s too late.

Wu had come to visit the medical clinic in the city to see him, but the cost of the visit was prohibitively high.

We’ve spent half of our savings.

We had to save money and live tight.

The rich and his father went on a journey, thinking they could run two more lists and make two more.

This is the way of life, which is barely a living family, but where a person is ill, the family is bound to suffer.

I’ll put a basket of bamboo on my knees with needles, sit in front of my house and embroidered a handkerchief for sale later, and talk to my mother about it.

I’m just sighs. I can’t help anyone.

She asks, “We’re not… and the dress. Can you break two beads or something? I’m sorry.

Maybe it’s dark under the light, and for more than a year after marriage, I almost forgot it existed and never wanted to see it.

Grandma said, “It shouldn’t be our fault. I’m sorry.

I knew he wouldn’t blame me, but I couldn’t help it.

The dress was like some kind of beautiful symbol I couldn’t reach, like faith, like fantasy.

Do I have to tear it apart myself to make up for my sleazy piece of shit?

But my mother-in-law was lying in her room, suffering from unknown illness.

That’s a rich mother who can’t sleep when she can’t keep her voice down next door every night.

I brought this up with him and asked him for his opinion.

He took off his wet, cold robe and said, “No need, we have not reached that point. Don’t think about it all the time, my mother’s sick. We can figure it out. It’s a wedding dress that Yun gave you. I’m sorry.

I was relieved and then ashamed of my luck, feeling too selfish.

He was too tired to wash his face and fell asleep.

I couldn’t sleep, thinking of one night, but the next day I was hiding from them, and I took away the stones and pearls of the wedding dress, and went to the pawnshop.

I didn’t end up pawning out.

The pawn shop guy looked at what I gave him, and he went all the way to the boss.

The boss lured me into the inner room, and he told me that this was something of the royal family’s best, and it was for the royal family.

The courtesies of custom can only be granted, and trade is prohibited.

I’m the one who stole or picked it up.

The boss says they’re clean, they’re afraid to take it, and they let me trade it on the black market, where there’s a gallant and dedicated tribute.

I don’t know where the black market is and how to go.

This morning, I didn’t even get a sip of water, I walked through a bun-show, and the smell of hot air ran into my nose.

And We held in our turbans the pearls of jade, and looked at it for a long time, but we could not buy it for breakfast.

It’s like getting back to childhood when a hawker who sells honey sugar pills in the streets grabs his soul, tweaks his bare pants, can’t move his feet, looks straight through his eyes, and can’t buy a sugar pill to decompress.

When will you grow up?

When you grow up, you get rich, you eat whatever you want, you buy whatever you want.

And now? I’m a wife, but I still can’t afford to buy that meat bun with sex.

The meat buns are three and one is enough to take half of the medicine.

And how can you spend more money on a trip today?

And I remember walking and watching the joy of the pearls I had removed, and my heart was as painful as my flesh.

They’re all broken, they’re all pointed at it for money, but they’re not.

I thought there was nothing worse today.

But life doesn’t talk to people about the gentleness of “give and forgive”.

It can always tell me in a careless, watery way, what is this, early, and even worse.

I had deliberately waited until close to noon, so that I would not be late for my mother’s medicine, but also avoid Wu becoming rich.

He and Dad are going to be delivering at noon and not going back to the suburbs.

I waited until the sun was moving in the right direction to return home.

When Wu was sitting in his room waiting for me, he said, “Did you break the dress and go for it?” I’m sorry.

I can’t say anything. I don’t think that’s a question.

He’s upset, I can tell.

Wu’s mouth is so mean and broken when he’s happy, and he likes to ruin people around, so that he doesn’t want to be angry at him and beat him up.

But now he’s too silent, like he’s silent.

He was so dark, he was so dumb, he was so dumb, he pushed a letter on the table in front of me.

And We know it, and it is a golden cleavage, and a light upon the edge of it.

“I hope you don’t take the dress.” He also said that the dress was the only thing he could give you. I’m sorry.

It’s like I’m getting a whip in the air, and my cheeks are so hot and sore, it’s like I’m not looking at myself.

Wu looked at me with his heart, “Boy.” I’m sorry.

I looked down and I knew I was wrong.

It’s not just special for me, but it’s the same for him.

How could I… how could I ruin the only gift he gave me?

I was waiting for Wu to call me back, but he was just whispering at me, and he kept being dumb.

I didn’t know until the next day when the hospital’s famous doctor came to see me.

What was it meant by his heavy silence yesterday.

It’s not just a letter, but a whole box of gold.

Wu was unable to refuse this time, and he spoke with his father, using half a box of gold, to have the most famous doctor in the city personally visit the western suburbs.

It’s coming out, blowing up the whole western suburbs.

On the day of the medical visit, a crowd of people came across several blocks to see what the doctor looked like.

He’s a white-haired old man.

He came in a palanquin, opened a lot of expensive medicines, but said that he was unsure, and took a few pills before he looked.

When Wu’s rich gave him his old man, he’d go back and look up on the dirt wall and throw away the kids and turn around and laugh at me.

“Do you think this looks like charity? I’m sorry.

“What did you say? * I’m pouring slag in the yard, and it’s been five times. *

But now that we’re good, we’ve got money for good medicine.

“Nothing. “Oh, he’s always got his back a little crooked.

“To be honest, I’ve never seen so much gold in my life, I almost didn’t see it in my eyes…

I saw his groaning face, and I saw his black face, and he didn’t touch it.

I actually heard the first part of his sentence, but pretended not to know.

Yun didn’t mean anything. He was fine. He saved us.

But it has gone far beyond our short upbringing.

Besides, he never showed up, and it was too hard not to think of it as charity.

It’s not that hard, it’s too bad.

It is difficult in a poor person, a group of poor people, to be too sensitive to self-esteem.

After that, I figured it out.

For some reason, Yun couldn’t come to see us or even show up.

But he never forgets us. He’s been watching us in the dark, knowing that we’re good and bad and that we can help from time to time.

The grace of dripping, gushing.

He’s not talking about a spring. He can’t talk about it.

With that half of gold in our arms, we’ve had a very sad time.

I’ve hired a good doctor and bought the most expensive and best medicine for my rich wife.

We had the money, and soon we knew that some things were not for money.

Physical well-being is not an equal price for this box of gold.

She’s dead, and there’s only two left in that case.

The old man’s doctor was kind enough to tell us that the second visit was an incalculable disease, and that he took the best medication and was just hanging.

But we don’t believe in this evil. My mother took the leave of the cook and took care of her for over a month.

Wu’s money runs around the city all day, and he hears everything, he tries on himself, and it’s no problem for his mother.

Everyone’s trying to stay, but it’s too much time to go.

I thought she was asleep.

But she didn’t have a heartbeat, and her skinny chest and arms were sore that I couldn’t let go of her, and I was afraid that she might break up on the ground.

We calmly laid her down on the thick bed, and put her in position, and said to her mother, “Dam, leave the medicine, it is unnecessary.” I’m sorry.

The fortune-teller failed to survive the 17th year of Minga, giving it a heavy head.

We’ve had a very bad year because of the funeral.

If the words of Wu become less rich, then I will not be able to talk to him so easily, and I will not be able to speak twice.

The snowfall at the beginning of the year was even more terrible than when I found Cloud.

The old house across the alley, where we’ve seen fireworks together, has been crushed by snow all night.

In the middle of the night, the sound struck, and the neighbours were terrified.

Wu, who stood by me and pressed me on my head, as if nothing had happened to me. I was not allowed to rise up and look at it, but said, “The old house should have fallen down. It was perfect. I’m sorry.

And I turned back into a nest against his chin, and it was so warm that I did not want to go out of bed.

“Well, we’ll never find a good place to look at the city’s fireworks in the western suburbs. “I murmuredly lamented.

Wu, with his eyes closed, said, “What are you groaning about? When Yun left, the house was set up for many years, and we saw fireworks in the next few years. I’m sorry.

He always remembers these little pieces so clearly.

In that case, I was surprised that the four of us had never seen the fireworks again, either deliberately or by accident, after Cloud had left.

After the collapse of the house and the noise of neighbours going out to check, the snow remained silent.

The silences were filled with fine whispers, which were even more empty and silent.

It all fell into my heart, filled with snow, cold and soft.

It’s a big winter snow. It’s enough for a cloud to draw lots of clouds with branches.

I’m so cold, I’m in my pocket.

He has fallen asleep, and his hands unwittingly spread around me, and his chest is so warm and warm that he is well placed to sleep on a laziness.

I was able to sleep.

But Wu can’t be rich.

Throughout the winter, he and his father could afford to climb up the ladder and sweep the snow so that the roof would not be crushed by too much snow.

I said I could get up and boil some water and decorate the windows and the ice at the door.

Wu won’t let me up early because I’m stupid.

Every morning I was awakened by the sound of snow plowing in the sky and dinging.

I had to go to my house and help my dad shovel the snow from the roof and the yard.

It’s not fun to crush the snow in a house in the west.

It’s snowing, it’s cold enough to freeze people’s ears and fingers.

Roads are blocked throughout the city, and three times as many displaced persons outside the city have come in daily to escape the snow.

The shop in the city won’t open for a few days, and Wu will be busy.

Sometimes he’s been carrying his wood in front of the door, shoveling a pile of snow, being a strange, ugly snowman and sneaking his own clothes and wearing a hat and acting like one.

After his mother died, he was less childish.

I really appreciate it, but I’m going to have to pretend to catch him in the ear and argue with him and not let him get dirty and wet.

“How can you do that if you’re out of the sun and you freeze after a while?”

I pretended to be angry and argued him with my back.

He’s always laughing and calling for mercy.

It’s been almost a month since the sun went out, and the snow never stopped.

The snow in the alley is a few feet thick, and the ugly snowman in our yard is seven or eight.

I told Wu to stop squeezing the snowman, and there’s no place to leave the house, and he’s out of clothes.

He said, “Well, the next day, he’ll still have an ugly snowman at the door.

Actually, I know he has to stay at home and there’s really nothing else to do but squeeze the snowman.

There are people everywhere who are afraid and confused.

Outside the city, the displaced from the nearby town pool, the flood surged into the capital.

The inner city was unable to enter, the eastern city was unable to live, and all remained in the western suburbs.

Even in the collapse of the old house on the sidewalk, people were crowded and placed under the planks.

Dozens of people have already been frozen outside the alley, and every day officers and officers travelling in the administration have dragged frozen bodies and thrown them out of the city.

Many of the indigenous people in the western suburbs have been robbed of their homes, and the rest of the rice oil has been cleaned up.

The only difference between us and the displaced who have no place to live is that we have a tile above our heads that can hold the snow and not have to sleep in the streets.

But there is no difference, no savings, no food.

There was a lot of noise all night in the alley, screaming that it would be impossible to live, that it would rob houses, that it would hammer people’s doors and throw hard snowballs at their yard.

I’m afraid to listen to the chaos out there.

He and Dad can always get it.

A few days earlier, Fan Xiao and his brother had gone to the streets to call sugar-sellers, thinking that there were so many people in the western suburbs that they could always sell a few, in exchange for food rations.

But people are starving, freezing, and they’re always ferocious.

The two men, who had not walked out of the two alleys, had almost been robbed of the candy man on the lollipop in broad daylight, near the door.

As the wolf saw the meat, the bee swung up, and took a sugar man, running, running away, and swallowing it directly.

How could a brother who is as big as a cow expect to be robbed like this?

In the end, the two men were wearing colours and had to protect half of the sugar people, and they had to put their clothes in their clothes and bring home, and they finally stopped thinking about doing business in the streets.

Little Meng’s heart was sore and he cried to me, saying, “How is this going to be? I’m sorry.

“We have some savings, so long as the inner city can buy something, we will not starve to death.” I’m sorry.

Van Xiao-chun lamented and said, “It’s a shame that half a dozen of the sugars I’ve made are going to be sold, at least a few of them. These damn bad boys are worse than rats.” I’m sorry.

I looked at his teeth on the black face and laughed, “That’s why you’re hurting a bunch of rats, Hahaha…”

Van Xiao was just about to stand up and rebut it on the bench.

“You idiot, you said the streets are not flat, you’re going. I can’t talk my sister-in-law back. Who do you blame? I’m sorry.

Little Meng is softly toned and scolded like whispering.

But Fan Xiao didn’t say a word to her. He was upset by the patched head.

A few of our families are holding each other back and are living a warm life for each other, hoping that this winter will soon pass.

The deterioration began at the end of the month.

There was a delay in the Government’s decision and in what we thought was the takeover of relief for the victims.

Wu rich went to the inner city to buy rice and returned empty-handed for the first time.

He entered the house, swung the snowflakes off his cape, and shivered in a big tremor, saying, “The inner city is closed, there are signs and there are no doors to enter.” I’m sorry.

I followed him in a cold war, and I didn’t know if he was shaking because he was cold or afraid.

I picked up his hat and hung it on the bedside: “The inner city is closed. Shouldn’t the outer gate close soon? It’s time to turn it off. I’m going to clean the snow in the morning and we’re sitting on the stairs. I’m sorry.

“The outer gate will not be closed, but the western suburbs, though they are outside, have more or less high and thick walls to block it.” If it turns off, the people who came all the way from here to avoid the snow can’t freeze to death? I’m sorry.

“Is that all in the western suburbs? What are we gonna do?”

“I know a couple of families in the city. I’ll see what happens tomorrow. “It’s not too volatile in the face.

I did not know at that time why the heavenly son was sitting in the town of the rich capital, and could not save thousands of people from the disaster.

Close the inner gate but not the outside gate.

All those who were frozen were left with their hands and feet, leaving only half of the displaced people in a mad rush into the western suburbs.

It has destroyed everything, crushing the living space of our native peoples.

Is there a big difference between dying in there and dying out there? Is there a big difference between our deaths and those of the displaced?

The winter of that year was long enough to be included in the history books.

At the beginning of the 17th Minga, the snow was flat and five feet thick. It’s cold, man and animal.

There are few words on the surface of history, backed by countless frozen bones in the snow, and numerous disabled people who survive without arms or legs.

Years later, a afternoon rest, I asked Cloudy about that.

Why is it so hard for the family not to open the inner gate, but to leave two porridges and a tablet for the cold?

Yun sat next to me laughing, like he was sitting next to me teaching me how to write, and slowly told me a lot.

An inner city is the foundation of the royal city and cannot be used by the displaced.

The courtesies, the high-ranking official, have no desire to open the gates to receive displaced persons.

But if the outer gates were not opened, they would certainly provoke civil unrest.

The western suburbs are no place for the city and for the dynasty to rest and be cut off.

As far as the temple is concerned.

It’s not just a bowl of porridge that I saw back then.

I can’t see anything. I can’t see the doorway in the middle layer of the pile.

Xiao Maun said that the previous year had been a year when rain had been so scarce that it had fallen into snow and then in March.

So the treasury did not save anything, and the relief was sent out, and it overstretched itself.

I thought it was amazing.

A new form of tweezing is a snowcracker that kills without blood.

The freezing took place intermittently underground and did not last until early March.

This winter, how many people have died, I have no idea.

All I remember was that the people who borrowed their roofs to stay in the snow and sleep at the threshold of our home changed one to another and never repeated it.

Where did they go?

Dead or alive?

If you’re alive, are you cold? You’re blind?

Day and night, season and spring.

Nothing can stop it.

The hope is that it will finally arrive in the western suburbs, which has been frozen for too long.

The sun is drilled out of the lead-grey cloud, and the untemperated sun is a reflection of snow-reflected whites, often blindingly.

People come out of the dark corners, out of the closed underground caves, looking up under the roof of the old valor…

All sides.

A lot of people died and a lot survived.

They dragged their limbs torn to death and moved themselves to the open ground for sun.

Some laughs, some cry, some luminous but good, all alive and still sunburning.

We had a hard time getting fed and cooking hot water into our stomachs, but we survived.

I stretched out my hand to touch the sun that had fallen down, and I felt warm and wanted to cry for the first time.

Wu has been running all winter for one of our food rations and has to keep an eye on those who have nowhere to go and crawl in and steal.

He lost most of his weight, and his cheeks were as if he had dunked, and his silence seemed even more mean and unpopular.

He looked at the sun, and did not weep as pleased as I did, but he held his waist for his back and said, “Let’s get the covers out of the sun and get rice in the inner city, look at the shop, look outside the city at her grave…”

Fan Xiao and his brother’s family are helping each other. It’s actually better than we are.

My parents moved in with us when the snow broke.

My mother gave us an old house for more than a decade to an orphan.

No one knows where those children came from, or perhaps even the children of the unfortunate displaced who died nearby.

They set up their own company, often in the evening, and the little beasts were held together under the roof of others.

It reminds people of an ant, of a fire, of a black-pressed circle. It’s more fragile than anything, and it seems tougher than anything.

After the snowfall, the children survived by accident, and under the largest, settled down as our new neighbour.

A bunch of troublemakers, children who went around and harassed us after the disaster, who were annoying to bite their teeth and couldn’t get rid of them.

Dad’s leg, which was previously injured, was poorly maintained, fell from its roots, and after a winter of pain, he couldn’t stand up.

Van Xiao gave him a wooden chair with wheels, and instead of embroidery, I loved pushing him to the alley to tan the sun and to see the freshly sprouts of herb tree.

Lucky Wu and Dad were busy fixing the shop and getting ready to open.

Everything is gradually back on track and everything is recovering.

I’ve never felt happy about such a life before, but after this winter I suddenly felt like the happiest person in the world.

But there’s happiness, there’s misery.

For six months, I almost forgot about Cloudy.

I don’t know how he tried to get out of the city and find us in the city.

He was taken back by his uncle because the hunger strike angered him and closed the secret room for half the night.

A long time later, he spoke to me of it in a light wind, saying that he was like a roache, and that he was afraid of being killed by one foot.

I pity him, but I know that he needs no pity.

If there is such a wonderful thing in this world.

Then the year should be the beginning of a two-hundred-year zeal.

It all began to bode well for the beginning and end of the 17-year-old and ominous cloud of the building.

I don’t know what’s going on, but there’s never been so many natural disasters in previous years, like a brain drain that year.

Master of this country, what are those who can reverse the decline?

It’s not something I can imagine.

At the beginning of the year, when the snow was heavy, the locust fell in mid-year, and several nearby urban ponds did not harvest.

The locusts cross the border, and old Meng’s acres are left with even a vegetable weed.

The old Meng was so sick, he was breathing like a box, he fell on his neck.

Little Meng has been serving herbs all day long.

Van Xiao fixed old Meng’s hoes on the porch and started cutting paper all day and burning fire to be sugar.

But who in the West Side needs paper-cut windows and a living little candy man who’s made both the headless snowfall and the locusts so poor and thin?

And when the locusts were worst, the western suburbs were buzzing day after day, and a large herb of insects were raging, and even the trees of the city were spared.

New regulations were issued to allow people to dig up locusts and to exchange a round of copper or rice for the nearest court.

The locusts’ eggs have become a very hot thing for a while, and they’re going to dig all over the place like crazy, and they’re going to dig all over the place, and they’re going to have to plant their heads and eat their mouths.

Rich and Fan Xiao also joined the group, although the city is limited in terms of food rations, or are they going west to the worst affected areas.

But it’s too hard to work, so the eggs are too big.

Subsequently, the police set a new rule, with eight coppers a day, collecting people to catch locusts and burn them.

No one will look at that in the middle of the year.

Once announced, a large number of people went to the courthouse to sign up, and even to compete for a single place, a lot of them.

Wu has been working in the city for so long, knowing a few people, walking through the back door and getting this job, at least with a fixed income.

But Fan Xiao is not so lucky that he has gone to the worst part of the locusts to dig his eggs, but he has left others behind, often empty-handed.

I heard him complain back and thought it was ridiculous.

It’s just a little ovulation for food, and it’s a trick to take the land, pull the gang and push the fight.

Wu has said that this is the place where people are, and those who are not fed are animals with two feet.

I think he’s too partial to think of anything to refute.

And when it was snowy, We saw those who shuddered in cold, and caught in silence the snow on their roofs and swallowed it.

And when the locusts fell, We saw those who had folded fresh sheaves over the water as food for hunger.

This is the way of the world to drive people crazy.

We have never wanted more, but we want to live and eat.

Why is it so hard?

Fan Xiao family couldn’t find out. They came to us once.

I made some money on the night of my fortune and sent it to Meng while Fan was away so she could pick up medicine for old Meng’s head.

Little Meng is much stronger than I thought, crying and squeezing, picking up the money, crying and saying that she will remember, when the next year is over, and it’s going to be all right.

“Remember that if you can, interest will not go, just pay back.” I’m sorry.

I almost didn’t bite my tongue, and I took a glance at him, and pulled Meng’s hand and said, “Nothing to pay, nor to rush back, but to get the medicine first.” I’m sorry.

Meng noded. We were so relieved we went back.

I couldn’t bear to kick Wu’s ass on the road: “What are you talking about paying back?” It’s been so hard. Why don’t you go and collect? I’m sorry.

He didn’t think, “That’s not true, it’s just that I don’t want Meng to think of it as charity.” I’m sorry.

“What do you mean? I’m sorry.

“We can’t afford to borrow money. We’ll send it up and down. “Do you not think that sometimes it’s a burden to be nice to others without being equal?” I’m sorry.

And suddenly I remembered that the box of gold which had been sent by Xiao Yun had already been spent nothing.

And I remember the dress that was stuck under our bed eating ash, when I tried to be a pawnshop, and now the pawn shop is closed, and I can’t.

I think I know what it means to be rich.

The longer the day goes, the more you realize the spirit of Wu.

Grandma’s right. I can count on him if he’s around.

I’ve been married to him for years, but his stomach hasn’t moved, and he hasn’t said anything to me and my parents.

I haven’t been with him for a day, and I’ve never thought about how I should be with him.

And when it came, I panicked as if the sky had collapsed.

We look forward to the summer passing and the weather cooling down, so that the locust will be over and everything will be all right.

But we look too far at our own lives, and our eyes only know how to turn in that acre.

Where isn’t the same?

What difference does it make anywhere else?

To the west, thousands of miles away, is a blazing prairie.

The snowfall has killed large numbers of cattle and sheep, and none of them survived the late spring throughout the winter.

The locust devoured the grassland, even the grass-grass, and the grassland of the green oil turned into the barren soil of the earth, which was fragrance, and the wind and sand rose up, not a wasteland, rather than a wasteland.

It is more extreme, more remote, and less rain, and for them that is the end of the disaster.

What would a nation be doing in the face of extinction?

They’ll try to survive.

The most promising one is the shortcut.

Having lived side by side with Dayan for more than a hundred years, he chose to ride on their tall horses, drag their mouths, drive away cattle and sheep, leave the gates, go down the wasteland and march into the border of great sin.

They entered and burned and looted a small town to the west and quickly ate all the leftovers of the city, moving in the direction of the town.

In vain, the Emperor decided to wage a war with the Zarats, and personally ordered the border to rise, with the result that…the damage was great.

I didn’t think so. It’s war.

I don’t care if it’s war. It’s too far from us to come to the city.

But what I care about is the draft order that comes down at the beginning of the month. Every household, every registered household, two men.

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I’m scared of the night.

But what can I do?

My only consolation was that my father was half-naked and was able to escape after the age of conscription.

The police officers came to the western suburbs to draw lots from house to house.

From the house in the alley, the cry never stopped.

The women were crying torn apart and the children were crying.

The men who had been drawn were reluctant to go, forced to go to their places of extinction, took their hoes and wounded them, tried to escape and left with strong soldiers and soldiers.

In fact, if he did not escape, the superior would have given him time to pack his things and say goodbye to his family, and would have sent two large pieces of rice to his family.

But how is this worth more than life?

I had a fight over my teeth, and said to Wu, “Father and his brother, get out of town before it’s too late. I’m sorry.

“We’re leaving, what about you?” You’ll probably be executed if you avoid conscription. I’m sorry.

Dad sat silently and I pretended not to see a little burden he packed last night.

I’m so selfish, I’m so afraid of losing Wu. He’s the only person I can count on.

It’s the wisest choice, and it’s the answer.

And when it was our turn to draw lots, Wu became rich and quiet, and said: “O Master, if you do not smoke, be me, I am young and strong. I’m sorry.

The father suddenly went crazy and threw Wu’s money at him, slapped him in the face and threw him over the head. I’m sorry.

He was so angry with his white hair that he stretched out a pair of wrinkled hands to the soldiers in front of him, and cried aloud: “One family will do it, I will go and go away, and don’t smoke.” I’m sorry.

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The soldiers turned their heads upside down, and Haha laughed, and Nahan said: “Have you not seen anything like this? Have you been kicked in the head? I’m sorry.

“If you want to go, it’s certainly the youngest, not to get you old in the sand. I’m sorry.

He took a pen and pulled it on the register, and I saw Wu’s name blackened and then blacked out.

My legs were so soft, Wu helped me and looked at the men of Fan Xiao’s house and said: “I have spoken with Fan Xiao’s brother-in-law, and his brother-in-law’s child is too small to be without a man. I’m with him. I’ve got another one. I’m sorry.

Tears covered my eyes, sour strangling my throat, without even a moaning.

I didn’t cry when Chen and Fatty died. I didn’t cry when Yun left. I didn’t cry when the snow and locusts fell.

Tears are the weakest thing in the world, and I cannot expect it to hold anything.

I’m crying, Wu is laughing.

He’s busy pacifying his father and comforting me.

He laughed at me and cried like a dead man, probably cursed him.

He said that he would join the army and pay them, and that he would invite the army to come home so that we could live a better life, with meat and clothing, and not hungry.

He said Brother Fan will help us, and my parents will give it to me, and Meng will give it to me.

He says I have a heavy job, I can’t cry, I can’t cry, I can’t be a big brother.

What else did he say? I can’t remember now. I’m too old to remember.

All those who are either alive and full of flesh or blood, faded as they were years old, and dried up into dust.

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The day he and Pham Xiao were drafted was the beginning of the eighteenth year of Mingjah, and Me and Meng went to deliver it.

In the middle of the day, when the wind and dust were raging, the people who had gathered from all over the world were dying and their eyes were empty.

Wu has drawn Fan Xiao into the team, waved to us, opened his mouth and said something.

Meng cried loudly at me and tears were filled with tears in his eyes.

I put her skinny body in my arms and touched her head softly.

“It’s okay, Meng. Don’t cry, don’t cry. We’ll be back when we win. Be good and me and us.”

And then I dreamt of the scene before Wu became rich and knew what he said.

He said sorry.

But I’m sorry it’s no use.

After they left, we spent some time in a mess, but unexpectedly got good news.

Meng got pregnant and asked a doctor to see her.

Grandma and I are happy.

Mom said Meng is weak, having a baby is a ghost, and I have no business at home, except to embroidered a tweak a handkerchief and take good care of her.

The hope is that our families have experienced too much despair, and this little hope has become our precious life-saving straw.

All around Meng, give her what we can give her.

Brother Fan goes to the gates every day to see the latest on the front line.

Where the marchers went, where they won, how many they won, how many they lost, where they went…

Little Meng’s tummy swollen like a ball in an atmosphere of despair and hope.

Every time I touch her belly, I exclaim the wonder of life.

She’s so big, she’s got half a tummy, she’s got a living doll.

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At the end of the year, Meng became the next healthy boy doll.

We’re all so happy, old Mon’s head is all over us, and our noses are full of tears.

He probably didn’t think he’d been in bed for a long time and would still be alive to see a heavy grandson.

We’ve been talking about having a party.

After all, the salaries of the two families are, as Wu has said, as the months have been paid to their families, we do have much more.

In these days, all but the capital city is in a state of chaos.

Nor do we expect to receive a letter from their families, as long as they are paid on a monthly basis, which means they are still alive.

Having been paid for the month, we waited for the full moon for the children, set up a festivities of full moon wine, followed past memories and posted invitations door to door in nearby alleys.

I remember that I had almost a hundred people at a wedding with a rich man, and the banquet was full of alleys.

My parents and my brother and sister-in-law are very interested in preparing a 100-person ceremony.

There’s less than 50 of them, and there’s two of those kids who got my parents’ old house and lived in the western suburbs.

It is only now that we realize that not all of us have been as lucky as we have been, and have been able to overcome successive natural and man-made disasters.

The four neighbors who had had a drink a few years ago have not had many familiar faces.

I get mixed feelings, I still smile and greet them.

The kids, with the big one, they’re yelling, they want sugar.

Brother Fan is happy, and he doesn’t protect them like he used to.

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I’m in a hurry to get my food back.

In the yard, the sister-in-law and the mother-in-law are paid for their care outside the home and are busy.

I was too busy watching the scoundrels, watching them mess up or walk away from the food bowl.

The biggest one is just a teenager. They call him Hana.

It’s a strange name, but it’s never been looked at in the eyes of a bunch of nasty and naughty kids like rats.

I just turned around for a little while, and then I looked back, and I saw the flowers stand up and get out of the hospital.

Keep your eyes on it, okay? That table’s half missing.

I’m sure he’s selling rice to his brothers and sisters again.

These kids are really spoiled by my parents. They’ve been doing so much for the day.

I’ve had a low drink.

The flowers were scared and ran around in their old robes.

Just outside the yard, I heard a bit of Tinker Bell.

It’s all over the place.

I went out and I looked up at that place and touched a pair of green boots.

When the flowers were raised with their collars raised, their feet were kicked and beaten, and their teeth and claws were raised, and they cried to me, “Sister, help me! I’m sorry.

This bastard stole from our family and wanted me to save him?

I hum, I don’t talk, I just feel like someone’s doing it for the people.

The man behind him was put down, and his feet were on the ground, and it was like a muddy smoke, and he couldn’t even pick up the dishes.

I was finally able to see the people behind him.

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We’re not talking.

He looked at me, and his eyes were smiling, and he looked calm and smooth, and there was quiet warmness in his pupils.

And the face, which had been so beautiful as to be unsure, gradually came out with a few cents of radiance, and was bright and self-righteous.

And I stammered and asked, “Is it clouds? Is it clouds? I’m sorry.

It’s only a few years since he’s almost grown up.

He’s about as rich as Wu, half taller than me.

Now I need to look at him, this strange and familiar brother.

I just laughed at him and forgot to pack the dishes.

It’s for the table. I’ll have to return it.

But Cloud went down and picked up the dusty dishes.

And his hands were long and long and covered with dust, and were more visible.

I was surprised to find it with him.

“Are you alone? Where’s your uncle? I have nothing to ask.

It was felt to be too long apart, even if it was a loved ones who had never been so close to each other.

It’s like he just saw me yesterday.

“I came back alone to the full moon of the children. I’m sorry.

Oh, yes, it’s a full moon. It’s a full moon party for Meng and Fan.

I was knocked out of my head by a surprise from the sky and forgot everything.

“You haven’t been back for years, you’re not going to help with the chores. Go on, sit down. I’m sorry.

We stomped him into the courtyard, but he asked me to be with him.

When I’m done with the dishes, I’ll pick up a bowl in my arms and go to the well in the alley.

And clouds followed me with a twilight.

This scene is so familiar.

When I was a kid, he followed me quietly and quietly to see my raccoon laundry by the well.

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It’s over years.

When I was in the first place, I grew up with the little doll behind me, and I grew up with a young boy.

I’m moved to sour nose.

But he did not walk any further, nor did he come forward, but he lifted up his sleeves without a slab, and took the dishes from Us, and said, “The water is cold, let me come.” I’m sorry.

And We laughed, and came forth from our mouths: “What is it that the water is so cold that it has washed up over the years?” “I want to wash it with him.

He didn’t answer that, for a moment, Zol looked up and his dark eyes were filled with guilt.

“I’m sorry, I should have picked you up. I’m sorry.

I wipe the dishes, I don’t know what to say.

And he said, “Now it’s okay, it’s over. I’ll pick you up. We’ll talk later. I set up a house for you in the city. I’m sorry.

He remembers us and wants to come back to his brother-in-law’s kid’s full moon.

For some reason, I’m not happy at all.

We said, “Then let’s go and see you, and don’t wash your dishes with me. I’m sorry.

He refused, washed the dishes with me and went back to square one.

Grandma saw him first and thought he was a wine-eating guest from a distance.

I pushed my father out of the house and cried, “Mom, don’t look! It’s Cloud. He’s back.” I’m sorry.

We’re all surrounded and we can’t even treat our guests.

The neighbors on the floor looked around their necks and said, “What’s going on?” What’s so great about all of a sudden? I’m sorry.

They said, “It seems as if the old Lee’s adopted son has been missing for a long time. He is happy, so wept.” I’m sorry.

“So this full moon is over? I’ve been paying for this. I’m sorry.

“Do it, No. Here we go. I’m sorry.

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Xiao Yun spoke with you and responded with patience to your questions as if they were a cannon.

It’s hard to get the mood back.

We didn’t let her out of the moon, and her sister-in-law took the baby out for everyone to see.

“This kid looks just like a fool.” I’m sorry.

Brother Fan is not happy: “Dad! How old are the kids? What can you tell? I’m sorry.

“It is time to give a name today.” I’m sorry.

The sister-in-law of Fan, who was surrounded by the bedding of the doll, lamented: “As a matter of fact, his father gave it to him. I’m sorry.

As soon as she said it, everyone kept quiet.

We don’t even know where the baby daddy is.

Fan Xiaog didn’t know he was a father.

So she smiled at the table, and said, “Ah, what kind of father doesn’t know, and what kind of name is Van? Let’s all think of a nickname for him. I’m sorry.

You’re all in favor of looking around and laughing.

Who in our group can read?

My dad knows a few words, but I don’t think it’s enough.

She said, “It’s good that Yun has come back, that you’ve read the most, that you’ve learned the most, and that you’ve just named the baby of Fan.” I’m sorry.

And clouds sat between me and my mother, and kept silent, laughing, while their eyes were focused, so they stood up.

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Dad looked up at him, and he was blinded.

“Yes, it’s best for Cloudy. When you were a kid, you were literate, and the old man from the west was talking about you, saying you were the smartest kid he ever taught. I’m sorry.

Cloud went over, high shadow covered Daddy’s white hair.

He was crouching down, reaching out very gently and touching Dad’s stiff legs under the blanket.

They looked at him for no reason, with a strange and familiar feeling of affection. It’s like eating a sip of sugar, sweet sugar, and it’s full of incomprehensible sand.

Just a full moon, lying in the arms of Fan’s sister-in-law, with a red eye, staring at him, without blinking.

Cloud rises, drops his eyelids and squeezes his child’s hand: “Well, if it’s a small name, it doesn’t have to be too big. I’m sorry.

I’ve been busy saying yes to Fan

Fan was a good learner and asked with a little humility: “What does Hong mean? I’m sorry.

“No sense, no health, just hope for his whole life.” I’m sorry.

So everybody said, “Take the doll and make fun of him.”

After the feast, Yun stayed to help with the mess.

My parents are not allowed to die, even I’m unplanned and liberated from the cook.

My mother told me to take him around, and I thought about it, and suddenly I realized I had nowhere to take him.

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Our former home now gave to the homeless children, and the old house that looked at the fireworks had collapsed that year, and the sorghum trees had been frozen to death in the snow, and even the dead branches had been cut off to keep the fire warm.

For many years, Chen’s house had disappeared, and if she wanted to eat the bowl until then, she would have had to dream.

He was given sugar bars the other day, and his brothers, who had been stripped, went to war and died.

It’s been 89 years since he left home.

I’m afraid he’s sad.

It’s hard to come back and see what’s wrong.

I was standing in the alley and I didn’t think I’d come out and take him somewhere to remember the less sad past.

It’s good that he still doesn’t talk, as he was when he was a child, always silent.

I finally decided to take him to my place to see the dress and turn around and see that he had two dead branches in his hand.

He smiled at me and handed me the branches: “Boo, I taught you to write Ko. I’m sorry.

The face is still a young man, and childishness is still present, but there is a blurryness between youth and youth.

I picked it up, and he grabbed the branches, the dragon, the dragon, the snake, and he wrote a big word on the sand.

I’m working hard, I’m not learning, I’m drawing a son of a bitch. So I was embarrassed to say, “That’s a long time ago, and I forgot what you taught me before. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, there’s time later. If you want to learn, I’ll teach you. He wrote three more words.

And when I saw it, he said, “Boy, Lee Poe.” I’m sorry.

Saying “smuggle” and looking down at me with your back, with a quiet eyeball with an unshelterable leap.

His eyes are full of hope, as if it were the heat of burning.

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And We took him to my rich room, and dragged out the dress under the bed.

I’m sorry about this.

I was the one who destroyed the wedding dress he gave me.

I opened the box and showed him the wedding dress: “You see, I made it up, I can’t look at it. I don’t have a good line. I can fix it better if I have a silver wire. I’m sorry.

“Boy, I never blamed you.” If you sell it then you’ll be in trouble. I’m sorry.

My answer to him was half-aware, and I did not want to ask the truth, and I washed the dust under my shoulder.

“I know my brother must have been very understanding, but you haven’t even called my sister. I’m sorry.

He turned his back and said, “Didn’t you have something for me?” I’m sorry.

“Oh, there was. I took a hard look at him, “But I don’t think you need it now. I’m sorry.

I was going to give him the paps I saved up with his name, but how can they be good for what he does today?

“I need to. “I need it especially.” I’m sorry.

I laughed at him as though he were a serious enemy, and he laughed: “I didn’t say anything. I’ll give you a piece of goat shit, too.”

And he turned his back, and turned his back on it, and put it back, or put it down in the low, and said, “Whatever you give, I want.” I’m sorry.

I’m in a good mood and I always feel like he’s screaming, and the familiar cloud came out of this strange shell.

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I went to open the cupboard, and said, “I didn’t give you a piece of sheep’s dung. The sheep are dead. Where can I find them?” No, there’s a pile of pails. I’m sorry.

Counted and counted to a dozen.

Most of the first year he was gone, I did it, and now it looks a little bad.

I felt sorry for myself, but I was lucky I didn’t send it out, otherwise it would have to be made clear to anyone who took it home.

I picked out one of those who were embroidered the previous year, and I couldn’t help but look at it.

Cloud crossed my head and looked at the locker.

“There’s a lot more there. I’m sorry.

He’s laughing, and I don’t know why he smiles so much more than he smiled the first time he saw me in the morning, even with a little self-interest.

And We covered it with our hands, and We smote, and We said, “Alas, these are the things which were embroidered before. That is what you want, and that is for the children.” This is for you. I’m sorry.

And he made amends to Us with stubbornness: “That which I saw, it was for me that I made. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t think he’s going to do that when he’s a kid.

He coughed and took a piece of cloth out of his sleeve.

I looked at him for half a day and I saw the first pap I had made him.

The edges have been delineated long ago, rough fabric has been deformed, coloured, and has become a tilted quadrilateral.

He used a kind of “I’m Pitiful” obnoxious look at me like a big, beautiful dog whose tails were so cold that he couldn’t help but shake.

This kid’s got a soft spot. He’ll take advantage of his birthright.

In the end, he took all the embroidery pads in one piece after I was somewhat ashamed of the water.

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I thought he wouldn’t stay long enough. Who knows he’ll stay?

We’re happy to make as much dinner as possible.

It was only a few hours before the strangeness of his passing from the sky disappeared.

He speaks little and is not popular, but he is the son of this family, loving everyone and understanding how everyone feels.

After dinner, Yun helped her with the dishes, cleaned his yard, burned his feet with hot water…

He did not do well, but tried very hard to integrate into our family.

When he squeezed his leg, he said three words, “It’s good.” And on the fourth time, his eyes were rubbed and his hands were twitched.

He looked at him with his head silently, and he said, “Dad, stop crying. Move with me to the inner city tomorrow. I’ve arranged everything. I don’t need you to worry about anything. I’m sorry.

My mother and I stopped at the same time.

I didn’t think he’d talk to Dad like that, and I thought that was a charade or a vision.

Having said that, he nevertheless took his leg seriously.

Dad kept quiet for a long time and said, “You can’t go. I’m sorry.

“Why?”

“The rich and the children of Fan are still on the front line. We’ll keep them at home, won’t we? I’m sorry.

Dad’s breathing. He’s not as white as he used to be.

“Our ancestors are here, our roots are here. You can’t force a piece of mud into a jar of rice. That’s inappropriate. I’m sorry.

In the preceding sentence, Yun can actually counter it, and he can say that it’s okay. We leave a letter to each of the brothers when they come back and pick them up.

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But after that, Dad was telling the truth.

Xiao Yun looked to Grandma and I, and the little candlefire lit up his thirst.

After considering it, Grandma thought of a compromise.

She started by scolding his father, saying, “It was only the child who wanted to come back to pay for his upbringing, so go to the inner city and live in a small place. What do you talk about?” Live, enjoy, see what happens? You need to make a big deal out of this? I’m sorry.

So the move was turned into a small dwelling, and the rush of the cloud was turned into a reward.

I can’t say anything anymore.

Cloud is still happy to go home overnight despite all the obstacles and say that we should be better prepared to pick us up.

He walked out the door. I sent him. I told him to slow down.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon.” I’m sorry.

I looked forward to his back disappearing in a dark alley, turning and preparing to return, and heard the footsteps of his back rushing.

“Did you forget something? I looked at him with surprise.

And suddenly he held me in his arms, holding me in my back, and pressing on his shoulder, and putting in my ear a kind of laughter that was so down, saying, “Boy, I am happy today.” I’m sorry.

I responded, hugged him, and touched his head with my smile, and said, “We’re happy, we’re happy, go back, it’s too late for curfew.” I’m sorry.

But he didn’t let go of me at all.

I was almost on his feet, and I coughed in excruciating ways, and said, “O cloud, I’m going to strangle you to death. Stop messing around. It’s time to go back.” I’m sorry.

114

He’s a slow spot. Let me go slowly.

Keep your head down and avoid my eyes and turn around faster.

The kid’s funny and cute sometimes, but that’s never changed.

I shrugged my shoulders, I was in a great mood, and I walked back home.

Unsurprisingly, Cloud didn’t come the next day.

Not on the third day either.

We all thought he was in a family situation and had to come back.

My parents were worried about him. They didn’t know what happened to him in the city.

His father went to the Mainland, asked around, and did not know which family had his first name.

My heart is getting more restless, and the letterheads from which he had written in previous years have been taken from me.

I don’t know how to read, but it’s a rare memory that rich people say that this piece of paper is priceless.

In the end, the bastard son of one of the most powerful families in the world is not known.

If he were truly a bastard, he would have explained his careless behaviour over the years.

I can imagine how a bastard of his survived in a large family until now.

I thought I had made a wise choice to send him home.

So far, this choice is right or wrong, and for the first time I’ve had doubts.

On the fourth day, Yun came back, came with him, and there were many.

The one in the middle, I remember, called Jun-hyun, said Uncle Yun.

With previous conjectures, I felt that he could not say that he was the father of Xiao Yun, but that he could not be called his father because of the strict family order and the son of the outside family.

115

Little clouds followed him faceless, staring at the ground.

I’m nervous, I don’t even swallow.

The men brought with them blocked my neighborhood.

We received him in the hall in fear, and I gave him tea, and he didn’t drink at all.

I’m a little scared, and I can’t say a word, and I always think he’s angry and he doesn’t want to see clouds with us.

And who knows that the king’s murmur said, “I brought my nephew to the house to apologize. I’m sorry.

We’ve got four faces. We don’t know what he’s selling.

And the Qur’an and the Qur’an: “You have had a good life, and my nephew has been incompetent and has disturbed you, and I have compensated him not. I’m sorry.

And I came up with anger in my chest, and with boldness said: “He is my brother and our family. Why do we disturb?” I’m sorry.

Little clouds finally got a little bit of blood on their faces, moved their eyes and looked at me in the eye and suggested that I should stop saying that.

I can’t understand, I can’t speak.

Jun-gi looked at the clouds.

And Xiao Yun went up, and made a humble guile, saying, “No, I will not pay for it to the second generation, and I will not dwell on it.” I’m sorry.

We’re both stupid. We don’t know what the uncles are doing.

I only saw Yun being forced by his uncle to make this play, to make a clear relationship with us.

As a result of this performance, Jun-hwan left some fine gold and silver as a gift.

A group of people went out of the alley again.

I ran out, and I saw two people who were polite and behaved in such a manner as to say something.

Jun’s face turned pale and slapped him.

As if Xiao Yun had not been slapped by this slap and had a red eye, staring at the king’s cheek, and swallowing him.

“I said, I’m not a puppet. I’ve put up with it for so long. I’m sorry.

He turned towards me.

He took two steps backwards and couldn’t bear to say, “Come, take His Majesty back to the palace.” I’m sorry.

116

All the guards around the palanquin are surrounded without hesitation.

It’s just that Yun hasn’t come to me yet, and his shoulder is stuck.

He bites his cheeks so tight, his forehead is strangling, his shoulder is shrunk, his side is out of the grip of the guard behind him, and he kicks back on the chest, and he says, “Get out of here! I’m sorry.

After all these years, I’ve seen him so angry.

And he walked up to me, and lifted up my hand, and looked at everyone with guilt, and said to me, “Let’s go, go home.” I’m sorry.

His hands are shaking in a small way, and he is in cold sweat, far from being as fearless and steadfast as he is.

The guards seemed to be worried about something and watched Cloud lock the yard door himself and did not break in.

It’s been quiet for a long time.

Huen explained to my parents that he could solve the problem by encouraging comfort and comfort to return to his house, and by avoiding going out.

I watched, and I never said more.

It’s like there’s a line in the head that links the violations and the fragments of the past decade to one that makes sense, but the truth is never felt because I can’t even imagine it.

Xiao Yun went to the door of her parents’ house and went to the yard door in peace and quiet and sat down on the steps.

And I crouched down and looked into his eyes, and they tried to cover up their anxiety and fear.

We said, “Main, I heard from the people of the inner city a few days ago that the Nine Princes had been missing for years. It’s a pleasure to be here. I’m sorry.

He looked down at the broken ant hole in the bricks, with his hands on his knees, and he couldn’t stand down.

“Don’t sit on the slab. It’s cold in the winter. I can’t ask any more questions, but it’s not important.

117

And suddenly he got up and grabbed my hands, and his eyes were red: “Boy, let’s get out of here, with our parents. We’ll go far and live a good life. I’m sorry.

And We took out a hand and slapped him in the head, and shook his head and said: “No, my father’s leg is broken and he cannot travel long.” Plus, your rich brother has to stay here and wait for him. How sad you think you’ll be if you don’t see us when you get back. I’m sorry.

He stood up silently, and smiled, “Well, I’ll be all right when I get back. Do not be sad.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to let him go, I thought it would be hard to see him again.

But I can’t, the people outside the yard are not leaving, and in about a second, patience is running out, and they’re gonna have to smash the door.

The neighborhood’s been hiding in the dark for a long time, betting privately whether we’re in luck or bad luck.

He opened the door and the guards and the limousines came round and asked His Majesty to return to the palace.

He lifted up the curtains, and looked at him from a distance, and approached him towards the noble and fine one.

I went after him with a hard head, and I fell down on my knees.

And little cloud surprised me, and I pretended not to hear it, and said, “Leave my Lord and spare my brother.” It’s not his fault he’s young and kind and he’s still thinking about us.”

“Then who do you think is wrong? “Gun-hyun looked straight at me and said my name without an expression.

And I raised from the bottom of my heart a fear of the cold, and fell lower on my knees, and said: “It is our fault that we are not able to do it, that our hearts are in the wrong, and that we want to go with him. I’m sorry.

Huen came to me and I dragged him on his knees.

118

The king coughed twice, and the thin jaws and the clouds were like the same.

He turned away and lamented: “I hate to deal with a fool like you, but say how well you understand! What do you think I brought you here today?” His Majesty will be the king of this great future, and this is the future I have planned for. Your family is good and innocent, but it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.

He started coughing again, and it stopped for a long time, and then covered his lips with a boned finger.

“The Dalits shall stay where they belong, and you shall not be worthy of the clouds.” I’m sorry.

I was dazed in my eyes and had a heavy forehead, and I felt that he was all like a piece of lead iron in my heart and could not breathe for long.

Then Yun took over, and I went back to see him.

It is only from those pagans who are obstinate in their luxuries and their lives that they perceive the modest kindness of the king.

He wanted to be an auxiliary to a generation of kings, but chose the worst son of the nine.

He did not want to be in such a state of crisis and in such a state as to let the other people see the weakness of the cloud and then write about him and us.

We are indeed unto him an untouchable man, and he has not removed from the earth the danger with the most timid means.

I later pieced up the other side of the story that I did not know at that time, in pieces and in pieces, from the rest of my statement.

He and His Lordship chose the nine most unlikely sons to succeed him, step by step, and returned to the palace, with a name and a name.

Juncheng taught Xiao Yun for more than a decade and taught him how to be a good king and to arm him indissoluble and indestructible.

But we’ve always been the only soft spot, the only flaw.

How can a man who wants to fight for the throne be so weak and so weak?

119

And until evening, Cloud finally made an agreement with his uncle, and took me to the roots of the wall, as if it were easy to say, “Boy, go back.” If I win, I’ll pick you up again. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t laugh, and I said, “What about losing?” I’m sorry.

He had a light in his eyes: “Don’t lose.” If I lose, I won’t see you again, so I can’t lose. I’m sorry.

“Is it dangerous? “I’m upset, I’m confused about what he calls winning and winning.

He began to shake his head and comfort me with certainty, saying, “I have made an appointment with my uncle, and when I become a prince, I will be able to protect you. I am so reckless this time. I thought I had returned to the palace to be the proper son of the Nine King and had the chance to do what I wanted to do…”

I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Well, things are always good and bad, and I suddenly have two men waiting.

The husband who joined the army and his brother who returned to the palace had a long road ahead of him.

I watched the young man walk away from me, and the swollen palanquin disappears at the end of the alley in the western suburbs, with a blur.

The gray cloud above its head is as thick as it will fall at any moment, and it will bring a winter snowfall.

I am reminded of last year’s desperate and endless snow.

Think of the seven or eight ugly snowmen in the yard and out there, the meaner eyebrow and the meaner-mouthed man.

Wu’s rich, look at this.

Are you still coming back?

How long are you going to leave me? How many times?

120

It’s the middle of the winter, and it’s the end of the winter.

For more than a year, Kang has grown teeth, often with a scrawny trunk on his wrist, so that he does not go to his thumbs all the time.

Before they came back, our soldiers looked at the signs and waited at the gate early that day.

I heard it was a victory, a victory or a victory, but it was also the Regent.

I’m standing in a pile of people, like being run over by waves, barely able to stand up, trying to keep Meng and her doll out of my arms.

According to others, Regent Regents are so powerful, so fierce, so big and so bloody, they beat him a thousand miles out of the border.

I said, “Please ask the Regent what that means.” I’m sorry.

The man said, “It’s just that he is in government, better than the king. I heard from my brother at the palace that he was taken to the battlefield a few days ago, and he didn’t come back, and he sealed the Regent’s throne and threw his glory at heaven.”

I guess he didn’t just pick up people’s teeth, hear them and know nothing.

In two rows, the soldiers were used as adult escorts to circle people who were moving on both sides of the street, like animals who wanted to leave.

And the far too young lord, on a red horse, entered the city with grace.

As the people marched over the sea, they hailed the earth and celebrated the return of a righteous man who had ended the war.

I still remember what happened.

Perhaps it is because of the height of the horse that he is like an angel, as if he were a saviour from the sky, and that he was humbled and grateful to the rising worship.

Later, when the Lord Bo died, today the streets were full of crowds, cheering and celebrating the tragic death of a traitor who held the DPRK.

121

I don’t care about General War God, Regent Prince.

My eyes are looking for the man who belongs to me in the line behind the prince.

They entered the inner city, and the crowd of cheers quickly dispersed, and the sudden sprawling streets were as cold as a pile of broken pieces.

We’re a little confused. Look around, grab a soldier and ask questions.

It was only until Fong learned that the army was resting outside the city and that tomorrow, when properly dealt with, they would disband and return home.

Then we went home, worried and all.

Con was crying, crying so loudly, that a few of our families were upset.

He’s not like Fan Xiao, he’s got big eyes that belong to Meng, he’s got a soft eye, he’s ready for shock.

I was afraid that Meng would not hold him and volunteered to pick up the crying doll and go to the yard and try to distract the crying doll.

The sound of Hong’s crying in my arms is getting smaller, and I’m slapping his back, oh, comforting.

Look down, I’m tired of crying and sleeping.

His eyelashes were also covered with tears, his eyes were red, his face was full of tears, and his lips were softly moved.

I think it’s funny, this little thing, knowing he’s coming home today, crying all the time, waiting for his father to come back and see his heart.

122

I sat down at the threshold with Koang and put him on my leg and looked quietly at the empty alley.

Wu’s fortune appeared in my eyes without warning.

It’s like he’s been standing there for a while, except I’m busy with the kids and I don’t see them.

I watched him scrawny and dry cheeks, and it took me a while to connect him to the man I remember.

He looked at me and didn’t laugh or cry and said, “You secretly gave me a big fat doll?” I’m sorry.

All my sour feelings of fermenting and swelling to the eye of my voice were scattered, and my anger was like, “You want it well, this is your nephew.” Where’s Fan Xiao? Tell him to come out and hold his son. My hands are sore. I’m sorry.

Rich doesn’t talk anymore.

And We looked behind him, and there was nothing but a cold wind that rolled up dust on the ground, and made in peace a vortex after a flower.

“Where’s Fan Xiao?” I asked again.

He took his body and his tattered tatters down in his hand: “I will speak to Meng.” I’m sorry.

“What? “I stood up too much with Kang, and the child was scared and woke up and started wailing again.

It’s like walking a thousand miles in the desert, and it’s too low to even show emotion.

“Fan Xiao is gone. I’ve brought everything back. Where’s Meng? I’m sorry.

“That’s it?”

Something drained my whole body of blood and made it impossible for me to hold a few pounds of baby.

Is that it?

A family member, a brother, a husband, a father, dead.

And We went up to him to pull out his large old robe, and said, “Be clear, what is the matter with you?” I’m sorry.

He lets me pull it, and it’s easy for me to rip out his sleeves, and it’s just like his back.

I almost fell on the ground and shook him, “Where is your right hand?” I’m sorry.

123

This year has been a good time for the good weather and the country’s treasuries and battles to win.

It’s been a bad time for us, Van Xiao died, Wu lost his right hand, Meng lost his husband, Kang lost his uncharted father, and we lost our family together in the morning and evening…

Meng held the baby and locked it in her room for days.

Her milk is not enough. I walk to East City every day to buy a fresh bowl of goat milk and leave it on her window.

When Wu went to pick up the bowl in the evening, our family was always nervous.

Most of the time, he only brought back an empty bowl, so we knew Meng was fine and Hong was fine.

They’ll be fine, they’ll have each other, and we.

The saddest, about a few old Meng heads.

Pang Xiao is so reliable, so filial, so cute, so true and so sweet.

Such a lovely person has not lived to be thirty years old.

But old Meng’s head broke into the seventy-third year of his life.

He was lying on the bed and panting and he said it would be better to give the child half of his life.

My parents and my rich father persuaded him, and he said to everyone, “There is only one man, orphan and widow, and you watch over her for me.” I’m sorry.

At the beginning, our hearts nodded and we were sure to.

For a long time, he’s still breathing and talking.

We have no more time to comfort him and are inevitably bored and bored.

When the old Meng’s head was almost paralyzed in bed with moss, Meng was in the morning, getting up, burning fire, cooking and bringing water to wash his body.

She’s alive, she’s more efficient than she used to be, and she’s busy like a hot gyro.

124

The day passed by and I dared ask why I lost my right hand.

He refused to tell me, but said that it was because he had no right hand, no bow, no shield, that he was lucky not to go to the front, to hide in the back of the camp, and to be a companion.

I’ve had a hard time in my heart, and I’ve been making fun of it, saying, “I’ve been fantasizing for more than a year, and I’ve been writing about people who have gone to war with me, who have done so well, who have become generals, who have returned to their homes, and so on. I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to be so malicious about him, but it was the way we had been together for years.

I’m afraid, I know him, and I think it doesn’t matter if I cry to comfort him, he’ll be hard to pretend he’s okay.

“This is how Fan Xiao thinks, and you are just as stupid.” I’m sorry.

“What did he think?” This was the first time he had told Meng Van Jr.

Rich on the porch, I can’t hide my anger, my voice is calm.

“If you try to fight hard, if you do your best, you’ll get a job, everything will be different. He doesn’t want to think that we’re a civilian in the western suburbs, that’s what we do. Stupid, stupid enough to put your life on the line…”

Suddenly he turned his head down on my face and held my cheeks with his good left hand, full of bruises and paddy-like hands.

“Lee Paul, you don’t have to write your nervous fears on your face.” I’m all back. Can’t you think about it? You’re not as vulnerable as you used to be. I’m sorry.

125

That’s why Wu’s rich is the most glamorous person besides my mother.

People like them can easily detect a lot of fine things and then digest them without plaguing anyone.

If I was born in a better family, I think my mother would have been a very well-known lady of Da-suri… And if Wu is rich, he may be able to flaunt the battle and be famous.

What man has never dreamed of a man who’s known for his clothes? Are you really willing to join the army as a disabled partner?

But he can’t. He can’t risk it.

He needs to live to come back to us.

We have received a government pension, albeit modest, which, together with the salaries of the past year, will be enough for us to move around.

The shop in the inner city was taken back by the landlord, and we haven’t done small business for years.

We’re gonna have to make some money and start a new shop and sell the cloth.

It’s not in the city, it’s in the East City. It’s not that expensive.

I said yes. It’s time for Meng to come out. Old Meng’s got her.

The new shop will soon be ready, the deposit will be paid, the knock will be fixed, and the money and Dad will be busy. Get up, run around the place and get lost on the price difference between the two texts.

The flower who lived in my old house had heard that he wanted to follow his fortunes to get in and become an apprentice.

He didn’t want to use him because he wasn’t clean.

The flowers moved the things that passed through my house to my steps.

I opened the door in the morning to pour water, and I thought someone had taken the garbage to my door.

And the flowers were standing in rows in the alley with his four uninvited brothers and sisters, and they saw me coming out, and Qiqilang shouted, “Boo! I’m sorry!”

I was shaking my hands, and I almost threw a bucket of dirty water over these kids.

126

When Wu became home, he heard noises and went out and frowned and said, “This morning, all come for breakfast.” I don’t have food for so many people. I’m sorry.

And the flower bowed before him, and cried down, “Big rich!” We were wrong, but I returned all that was still there, and when you’re gone, I’ll give you an apprenticeship, and I’ll give you nothing but food, and I won’t pay for it. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t stop crying and looking at that piece of shit, and I didn’t say that the flower was a very principled and useless thief.

Never steal money or anything of value, just steal something that doesn’t matter.

I kicked a porcelain bowl on the side of my foot, and I thought he was a bit annoying, but he wasn’t hopeless, and he didn’t hurt.

“You don’t have to pay back anything, and don’t say that your brothers and sisters are bullying you.” You’ve taken care of yourself in the West Side for years. And as for you to be an apprentice with my family, you’ll have to ask our boss. He’s in charge. I’m sorry.

Wu had to look back and look back at the pitiful tears of the five children.

“That’s what you said about food, not work. I’m sorry.

The flowers are staring so hard, they’re busy. Just enough to feed us. No more. I work very well. I’m sorry.

Looking forward to him being short of his peers because he was malnourished, clearly he did not believe in his lies.

“Well, it’s a good thing that the day is over and the day is over…” and the head was raised, and he said, “Nine coins a day.” I’m sorry.

I secretly think that Wu is rich in the nature of a financial slave and that he will never change.

It doesn’t work here.

In the end, the flowers went around with their fortunes as they wished, and they made a deal to watch the cloth come in, and they learned and worked very hard.

127

I laughed at Wu’s fortune in private and said he had been a cheap laborer for nothing. It was less than half a day’s apprenticeship in the inner city.

But he was ashamed of himself, and said, “How can I be a fraud, when he has said it?” Besides, I’ve counted the rest of the kids, but they’re not big enough to eat for nine cents a day. No, Paul Lee, do you think we’re doing a good job? I’m sorry.

I washed my face and handed him the pap while cutting out the lanterns and saying, “You think I’m still a three-year-old child who will cry when I see a beggar?” I really should’ve taken them in for charity. We never had kids anyway. I’m sorry.

He was quiet for a while, and he was slow: “Yeah, we never had kids. I’m sorry.

When I looked back, he washed his feet and laid down in bed, and the habit was to leave the inside to me and wait for me to pass.

“Boy, if I die on the battlefield, I don’t have a child. I’m sorry.

I’m feeling a little guilty, and my stomach hasn’t moved, not because of the disharmony between our beds, but because of luck.

He turned over and touched my face: “Do you think I’d think so? I’m sorry.

I said, “How many years have we been married, we haven’t had one and a half children…”

And he interrupted me: “I do not think, neither do you. If I die outside and don’t come back, the kids will be your burden. You can start a new life without kids. I’m sorry.

I stood there looking at him and wanted to see a little bit of the look on his face to remind me that he was joking.

128

Tears swung out of my eyes, and I held his head, like my only floating tree, my salvation.

He’s been back for months, and Van Xiao’s remains in the heart, and we’ve buried them so hard.

Whether you know the moment Van was dead or the first night he came back with us backs to backs without sleep.

Never before has there been such an emotional breakdown.

I wept with his neck, and he put his face on my back, and he said, “Okay.”

He concluded by saying, “Do you want to wake them up and ask me why I’m bullying you? Why are you crying? I’m sorry.

We shed tears, reached out to his face, and Wept the tears of my hand to his face.

He’s got a wrinkle on his face, and he’s got a bit of an eye.

We said, “Do not be so rich, and cry. Just like me, cry out and cry.” I’ve been really scared for a while. I’m afraid you’ll blow up. I’m afraid you’ll go crazy, you know? I’m sorry.

He whispered, “I know. I’m sorry.

“Why don’t you cry when you’re so good with him? I want you to cry like Brother Fan’s sister-in-law, to cry, to cry, to put it down, to live. I’m sorry.

And I burp, and I say it intermittently.

Wu’s got money on my back.

“You broke your hand and the rain always hurts, right? I can see how it’s broken, how it hurts. Wu is rich, I beg you, speak to me of pain. I’m sorry.

And he groaned in peace: “I cannot cry, nor can I complain. I’m sorry.

I listened to his slow heartbeat, and I felt something had slipped out of his chest, and the beating heart was late in the year.

He drew my hand out of his face and put it back into his bed: “I do not want to complain to you, I am not bitter, I have you.” I’m sorry.

129

When the shop opened, we invited everyone to drink. It was like New Year’s.

On New Year’s Eve, many years ago, there was no good wine and no good meat, but more joyful than today.

We were small, we were cloudy, we were rich.

Now we have Hong and flowers and the kids.

The old are gone, and the new ones laugh, so that they can live with the love they have left.

Little cloud sent something for a long time.

It’s a half-screech tree and one that looks like a very noble one.

I’m glad to be rich, and the next day I’ll greet the flowers and move the tree to its most visible place.

On the matter of Xiao Yun, I told him a number of things and mentioned his origins, and I dare not speak too clearly.

He was not too surprised to say, “How can he find the name of Prince Zhan when he should have known it, when he was looking for a family of valves and not asking about the royal children?” I’m sorry.

He asked me how Yun was. He said he had a brother who had taken care of him together.

After asking him, he laughed at himself and said that he was a straight son.

It’s hard for me to tell him what happened to Yun.

He’s probably fine, but he’s not free at all, he’s not happy at all.

This is totally contrary to our desire to name him.

Every time I think of him as he goes away, he is in absolute hope, and the vest is cold. I wonder what we cannot do for him, and be careful not to drag him behind, and not to be a burden on him.

130

Fan’s little brother’s paper-cutting candy shop is not far from our house.

The two of us are in East City. We’re always in contact, looking after each other.

You can’t be rich, you can’t starve.

Now I’m going to East City to feed Wu, and I’m going to go to a small-food stand, and I can buy some without thinking, and I can eat, and I don’t worry about anything.

But I don’t like snacks anymore, and I sometimes forget how much I used to eat honey when I was little.

The memories of meditating on my days and nights have become blurred in my mind.

One day I went to the groin stand, and I got a bag to eat, and I got tired of two, and then I threw it at Wu’s rich store for a snack.

He never loved sweets, so he threw them back to his brothers and sisters.

Everyone’s happy.

And We will never eat any more of this day after that.

I don’t know if the sweet clouds that I love like the ones that live until the last moment of my life.

131

At the end of the 19th year of Minga, the next month, when Wu had come home, there was news of his family contracting the disease.

Lucky Wu says it’s a rumour, and it’s important to be sick.

We don’t speculate. We don’t know the truth.

From this month onwards, the teacher returned to the dynasty, and the young general, who had gathered power and military authority, broke into the chat room after tea and went on for several years.

He was glorified for his virtues and for his glory, and he was chosen by his house to accompany the Prince, which was an act of wisdom.

Who was the Prince then? I don’t seem to remember it, but it’s not our little cloud.

Twenty years ago, when the Prince was young and suddenly ill, it became urgent to choose another Prince.

I’ve been restless since I heard about it, and I can’t sleep.

We are a long way from the palace behind the courtyard, and the news is closed, and it is bound to have been going on for a long time now, through many words.

How’s Yun? He said it would be possible to come back to us as a prince, but he was the ninth in line, and several brothers and mothers were famous.

How dangerous is that, then how could the Prince die? What kind of illness can take so long?

I’m afraid to think…

East, through the inner city. I can see the top of the building.

The palace of the city is set up in peace and quiet.

But as if I had seen from the arch of the golden and shining bows a cloud of wonder.

There is no government, there is no reserve.

The balance of power of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea has been sharply tilted towards the charismatic Regent.

Civil society began to whisper to him, especially to those who were able to read poetry, the taxi doctor and the protégé, who said in private that he was a traitor to the DPRK.

The dynasty is unstable and has a long tail, and seems to have been depressed the night before the day.

But the days of the common people have passed, but the neighbors have had more to eat and drink, and they have gone home.

And I dreamt more and more of little clouds, and in them he was as he was when he was a child, and he was alone in the alleys and sands, writing silently.

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On the seventh day that I dreamt about clouds, they came back.

He’s still in a black dress, and his waist is so clean that he doesn’t even have a fragrance.

Looks a little taller and thinner.

This time he brought an entourage, as simple as he was, and not visible.

Rich went to the East City shop, not home.

When he came to the house, Dad was making herbs for the flowers’ sisters, she was washing clothes, and I was sitting in a stove and cooking.

He put his hands on empty cuffs, said hi to his parents, and went straight to me.

I’m on fire, and there’s nothing on the outside, and I don’t know what’s going on, and I’m holding my neck.

And he crouched down, and surrounded my neck from behind, and breathed for a while, and said: “Boy, I am back.” I’m sorry.

And We spread out a pair of hands with wood and ashes, and looked away from his clean garments, and said, “Mun! Have you seen your parents? I’m sorry.

He let go of his hand and scrutinizing in the stove looks like, “I’ve seen it, it’s outside.” I’m sorry.

After the first surprise retreated, I began to realize a problem.

When he left last year, he made an agreement to be the Prince again.

So he’s a prince? Why haven’t we heard anything?

I’d like to ask, there’s an invisible prick stuck in his throat that can’t speak.

He’s a prince, no one can endanger him, or the uncle can control him.

But that means he’s far away from us.

At this moment, our family is in a yard, under a roof, but invisiblely far away.

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He looked around and said, “This is a bad old house. I have renovated the inner city, and you will come with me today.” I’m sorry.

I knew he’d bring it up. He’s so sure.

Now, before my eyes, this young man, who has yet to be crowned, is the future prince.

I’m going to say, “The Prince of Zang…”

“No problem, Uncle is fine.” I’m sorry.

I said, “But you and your rich father have not come back.” I’m sorry.

And little cloud looked at me with a smile, as if his lips were smitten with endless joy: “No hurry, it was too early for his feet, I called a palanquin, and I sent for my rich brother. I’m sorry.

It’s like I’ve got glue on my mouth, and I’m like, “But it’s Fan’s family…”

“It’s okay, Fan’s family is my family.” The house is big enough for us to live. I’m sorry.

But…

What I have to say is broken by him.

It’s always quiet in the memory, never interrupting.

He asked me, “Do you not want to go to the inner city? I’m sorry.

I… do I?

Why don’t you go with him to the open and clean house, be with everyone, and live in a raisin?

I’m not afraid, I’m afraid.

Ever since we learned about his identity, I, my parents, and all of us, have always feared that we would become a stain on his outstanding identity and a stumbling block on his way to the throne.

It’s not that I put too much weight on myself, but I know that clouds put too much weight on us.

We are too low and too small, and any man or thing at his level falls on us, like a hoof on a bunch of mosquitoes, and eventually leaves only a little blood.

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“If you have any doubts, I can find a way. I’m sorry.

“If you’re going to talk to Fatty, you’re going to talk to Grandma and Dad.” I can wait. I’ll pick you up whenever you want. I’m sorry.

His big, dark eyes are full of my shadows, and with their search and concern, they’re so gentle that they remind me of something like furry.

And suddenly I felt guilty, stomping on his head, and comforted him, saying, “I didn’t mean that, but I didn’t want to, lest trouble befall you.” I’m sorry.

And he shook his head and took down my hand over his head, as though he had resisted me touching his head: “Boy, I have two or three years to be crowned.” I’m sorry.

And I watched the cyanid husks and the murmurs that appeared on his lips, and said, “Yes, after many years, you have grown up.” I’m sorry.

And he held my hand hard: “Yes, I am an adult, and believe that I have sufficient power to protect you.” I’m sorry.

My heart is so soft that my senses intersect and even a little nasal acid wants to shed tears.

Many years ago, in the snow, when I was a half-sized child, I picked up this child, and told him not to be afraid, that he could be given a nest and fed.

Today, years later, he held my hand and told me to believe him. How can he not believe?

And We snorted, and said, “All of you, when the wealth comes back, we shall discuss it.” I’m sorry.

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Grandma came in from outside and smiled, “Oh, what are you talking about? The fire is out of the stove.” I’m sorry.

She pushed us out, and she said, “Let’s go outside. I’ll cook and be rich soon. Let’s eat. I’m sorry.

We’re going out and we’re meeting another entourage and rich father and son in the yard.

Wu is happy and happy, with his back on his back, and he looks right and smiles.

It’s a little awkward, a little silly.

It’s like a doll that’s left and right.

And he will be rich in his chest, and in his shoulder, and he will groan, or he will not speak.

Maybe he doesn’t know what to say.

It’s been almost 11 years since we got rich.

Eleven years, this is the first time he’s seen this common brother.

Two men, one in a row, staring at each other for a while, can’t hold on to each other.

Finally, I got rich looking at my chimney and I filmed Yun’s shoulder and pulled him to the table: “Well, let’s get hungry and eat first. I’m sorry.

He poured Yun a glass of wheat wine and said, “Can we drink?” I’m sorry.

A little cloud smiled and said, “Can drink.” I’m sorry.

I’m glad I’m rich and I laugh, “Then I’ll drink with my brother.” I’m sorry.

Cloudy’s still smiling, looking at him softly.

Get rich and have a drink. He doesn’t drink like a man in the family. He’s got a long breath.

He drinks, neither frowns nor snorts, as if he were tea.

I’m getting rich, I’m talking too much.

He said, “You said your sister wants us to move to the inner city? I’m sorry.

“Yes, the brothers didn’t come home before, the people refused, and now I think it’s time. I’m sorry.

Wu made a hiccup and wiped his mouth with a sleeve with a broken arm.

“We don’t have an inn. Can we live in it? We’re all obnoxious obnoxious…

I took the opportunity to put two chopsticks in his bowl, and I looked at him and said, “Put a little cat piss and say something!” I’m sorry.

“If you believe in me, I will take care of your domicile, but Paul says he will consult with you, and I respect your choice.” I’m sorry.

And the rich are blindfolded and smitten with drunkenness, and say, “What are we to discuss? Our parents listen to us and we listen to you?” You let go and we all believe you. I’m sorry.

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It was easy for Yun to convince the Fan family to take us all to the inner city.

Before I left, Grandma went through the box and packed something.

The jewellery, which had not been worn for many years under the box, and which had not been worn for the rest of the year, was all taken with it.

I don’t have anything to bring, a little bit of silver and gold, a couple of laundry sets, and the copper beak that Wu gave me with the money.

She knew that I was worried, and she whispered to me, “Let’s go and live first, and if we don’t get used to him, we’ll be the same, not far away, and we can walk.” Yun is a good kid, and he’ll be sad when he’s back. I’m sorry.

I’m a little nasal, and I’ve never told the old man in my family very well.

They remember the child who was so good and silent that he was a prince.

There’s no easy way between us.

If he didn’t really remember us, he’d come back, because it’s hard for us to meet him.

Grandma told me about the package and everyone was packed up on the wagon.

The alleys are full of joyous laughs, and the neighborhoods are all over the place, and they look out of the door.

I’ll ask you two questions.

Mrs. Fan and Xiao Mendu took their children with old Meng’s head and got into the first carriage early.

Rich father and Brother Fan are very comfortable and are standing in front of the limousines and talking to their neighbours.

Xiao Yun pushed Daddy’s wheelchair and looked back and said, “Ma, I’m ready for everything. I’m sorry.

“The people in the city wear gold and silver, and I have not even the clothes of my hand, so they carry them.” I’m sorry.

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“What’s so hard about wearing gold and silver, and so do we.” I’m sorry.

He took from his arms a milky, white jade, and went down and stuck in her white hair, looking very closely and showing a satisfactory smile.

She was also given an undisturbed package and was naturally hung on her shoulder.

“Mama, I didn’t bring any gold or silver today. You see, the jade is good too. You want to wear gold and silver, we have one too. I’m sorry.

My mother slowly took him to the carriage, and she had mixed feelings.

I was busy letting go of Wu’s rich hand and coming to comfort her.

A few men carried Dad to the wagon.

Van Xiao’s one, our one.

I sat in a smooth-moving carriage, as if my feet were covered with soft clouds, with warm white silk and dizziness.

I’ve never seen a chariot as big as a half a house, with a tea table in it.

It’s like living in it for the rest of your life.

Dad lies on his bed, and we all sit next to him.

Wu was rich and touched the silky material, and his eyes were shining, and he asked, “How much is this wagon? I’m sorry.

Little cloud smiled, and gave him some thought, and answered him: “At the market price of the inner city, with horses, there are 3,000 taels. Rich likes it. I’ll replace the house with this tomorrow. I’m sorry.

Wu was busy with his hands, and he laughed, “You’re going to give us carriages. What kind of carriage do we have?” I’m sorry.

The wheels of the carriage are grunting, showing the beginning of our new life.

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He picked us up a year ago, and I thought he was a guest.

But who would have thought he was ready for a year ago?

Our home and Van Xiao family, one house, door to door.

It’s not big, it’s not market, it’s quiet and it’s a lot of work.

We moved in a little unsettling, and it took a lot of effort to get used to it.

Wu’s fortunes are well-adapted, but he’s only dissatisfied.

He’s a trader’s life and he’s completely used to not sacrificial.

In less than three days, the first thing to do was to demobilize the entire population of Xiao Yun, leaving only one man to carry out his trip with everyone.

The same move was made one day after the face of the family, and they didn’t even have a horseman, because his brother, Fan, would drive a carriage and watch the beautiful, fat, beautiful horse, and would have to drive his own car.

We’ve come to live in peace and comfort without the help of others.

East City’s shops are open, rich and dad’s always looking after them.

Xiao Yun said he’d buy them two more pavements in the city to save them from running around.

Meng and Mong refused to do so together, saying that he had been in too much trouble, that his life was his own and that he had to live slowly.

Huen said he had dinner with us all.

There’s a lot of noise on the table.

Hong is almost one year old, and Brother Fan’s son is the most annoying age.

Two kids, one crying, one running.

It doesn’t matter what you do.

Despite all this, three or two cups of wine, two plates of cuisine, as if they couldn’t hear it, and they started squirting.

Grandma and I had a little drink, and we were so happy that our faces were swollen and hot, and we talked.

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I don’t drink very much, and it’s not too much wheat.

I looked at Cloud, and one looked like three, and it was floating around.

What are you doing?

He held his hand over my shoulder and he said, “Boy, I’m not shaking, you’re drunk. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t find her, so I asked, “What about her?” I’m sorry.

“My mother is not feeling well. I’m going back to rest. I’m sorry.

The noise of the children, the sound of Wu’s rich and Fan’s boxing, became a bunch of meaningless noises in my ear, stinging my forehead a little.

And the cloud came near to me to help me, and he bowed his head, and said, “Stop drinking.” I’m sorry.

I nodded my head, I woke up a little, and waved my hand at the table, “Oh, rich and rich, why don’t you drink less, or I won’t open the door for you in the middle of the night I’ll go home first.” I’m sorry.

Dad and rich dad laughed, and Brother Fan didn’t forget, saying that money is not just a treasure slave, it’s a rake ear.

And the one with his one-armed arm, with his back fork, and he was not upset, but he promised me.

Cloud helped me out of the middle hall, through the yard, to the bedroom where I and the rich room.

In the house, my ass sits on my head and I’m dazed to find water.

Cloud’s footsteps were so far and so close that I had a glass of hot water in my hand.

His warm fingers touched my back and quickly touched it.

I poured water, rubbed my eyes and looked up and saw him sitting opposite me.

He took from his sleeve a small box of nectar, in which a coral flowed with emeralds, red and green through, convulsions and eyes.

I went down half-drink, and I said, “What is this?” I’m sorry.

“That day I gave my mother a gift, I always wanted to pick another one for you. * He takes out his steps and his eyes are full of light smiles * I’m sorry.

The red and green, the high and the fine.

And that swayeth on the palms of his hand, long and white, so that it is stylish.

And We shook our head: “This is too expensive. I’m sorry.

And he covered his lower lips and withdrew his hand.

And later, he said, “It’s really… that’s a very rare good piece of jade for my mother, which is more expensive. You can take it, too. I’m sorry.

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And I laughed, “Little cloud, look at me, a village woman with a gray face, who’s wearing such a beautiful walk and probably thought I was stealing.” I’m sorry.

He shook his head: “Do you remember when you married Fat Chai, what I told you? I’m sorry.

I spit out a little bit of alcohol, and I’m like, “What? I’m sorry.

I said, “You deserve the best thing in the world, all of you.” I’m sorry.

There is in his speech a piety that I cannot understand.

I had the impression that he had his face cuddled across the little table on the lid.

And his face was soared in front of him, and We saw him staring in the eyes, and all the dark pupils were magnified, and they were luminous.

I said, “Thank you very much. I’m sorry.

He wanted to stop, and in the end, he only slit his lips.

And We touched his head, and said, “O cloud, do not put so much pressure on yourself. You have done enough for us. All the bad things of the past have nothing to do with you.” I’m sorry.

His eyes were dark as ink-colored mirrors showing my half-drunk face.

“We can’t be greedy, we can’t have a lost brother, we can’t have a big house, we can’t afford too much gold and silver…”

“It matters. I’m sorry.

He broke my mind again.

“If I had everything I had earlier, I could save people. I can save Grandma Chan, I can save Qi, I can save Brother Fan, and I won’t break my arm I’m sorry.

The shadows of those who live are once again before me.

It is not until this moment that I know that the souls of those who passed away are heavy as stones, and they are crucified in my heart, and that they are also crucified in the heart of this silent child for many years.

He just didn’t have a chance to say it, and he wouldn’t.

I didn’t know what to do to comfort him but to hold his head and slap his back like a baby.

He’s grown up, he’s bright, he’s well-defined, he has broad shoulders and broad backs, he’s a very handsome young man.

But I suddenly felt like I wouldn’t get along with a cloud like this, and he was in my memory the kid who was crouching around the corner writing.

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“You’re a strong, brave, good boy. The dead don’t want to be our burden. Don’t blame yourself, we… we value the present, okay? I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

He softly responded to my hug, and his fingers shivered slightly when his hands touched my back.

The candles were swaying in darkness, and they were quiet.

I’m a little tired and I want to pull back.

But he took me even tighter, and he drowned me with a big body, and he strangled me a little.

There’s a very light, very comfy smell on Cloudy, perhaps some rare wood fragrance that I can’t smell.

“Boy, that’s it. Stay a little longer. I’m sorry.

He’s too big, I’m short, and there’s a strange sense of oppression.

His face, his body, his voice, kept reminding me that he was not the same child.

We’re bloodless brothers and sisters. We have to stay close.

I shot him in the back of the neck like a stray dog on the street when I was a kid.

“So just stay a little longer, but Cloudy… you’re so tall that I can’t hold you around like I did when I was a kid… and I can’t hold around like I did.”

He’s been quiet for a long time, untie his arms and stare at me.

He had no face, but his eyes were so quiet and sad.

And I finally took that step and told him repeatedly not to give us any more.

He agreed peacefully, said goodbye and left peacefully.

It’s been a long time since then.

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Wu was sober the next day and asked if we had a fight.

It’s not right to say that Makoto passed through the mid hall before leaving.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

He said, “We drank last night, and he sent you through the middle of the hall, and I called him, and he turned away from me, and walked like a fire in his house.” I’m sorry.

“That’s probably in a hurry to return to the palace, didn’t you hear? I’m sorry.

And I said, “Well, you know, you know what?

“What kind of royal family are you?” Isn’t it right to ignore a hangover? I’m sorry.

He smiles, wipes his cheeks off his tea and pours a ginger tea on his head.

“Alas, don’t yell at me I’m serious. Did you fight last night? I’m sorry.

I groaned long, and sat next to him: “I think something’s wrong with him. I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong?”

“He seems to care too much about us, especially me, as if I were a mother, but I… I don’t even have a baby. I’m sorry.

Wu, after drinking ginger tea, erased his mouth and noded his head: “Aren’t the poor boy who was raised by you when he was a kid? I’m sorry.

And I wrinkled: “If only you could have been a mother.” He’s so old, I heard that the royal son of the palace should be married at this age…”

“You’re the one who’s worried about radish. I’m sorry.

Wu has not taken this matter seriously, nor has I.

But after that day, Yun stopped coming to the house.

His entourage came to us and told us that the official family was seriously ill and that he was to represent the DPRK.

We understand, or we live our little lives in peace.

It’s like we’ve had a lot of fun in our lives.

He has since been in the way of certain things, and if we were to leave, he would have gone away.

He left us too long, we used to live without him.

He’s here. We’re really happy.

He doesn’t come, and we don’t miss him much, like we do.

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But it’s been a long day. It’s always weird.

For the rest of the year, he did not come.

Old Meng’s funeral and burial, he didn’t come.

My dad’s 60th birthday and he’s not here.

Each time, he sent some valuable and decent gifts, and asked him to say his own words and to greet him a little.

Grandma always asked me if Yun was busy.

I’m busy, I’m busy, I don’t want to see you. He’s the heir to a large family, he’s big, he’s good, he’s good, he doesn’t have eight hands.

I’m worried that he’s exhausted, and I’m told to visit him myself.

I can’t help but say yes.

But I can’t even get through the palace door. How can I get into Orient House?

It’s good that little cloud quickly solved my brow.

He’s back before the year closes.

I’ve been out shopping for some years and he’s sitting in the hall eating tea.

And he smiled at me, and squeezed in a gentle tone, and was neither too close nor too alienated.

“Boy, you’re back. I’m sorry.

As usual, it seems as if nothing had happened, but I’m acting a little weird.

I put down my year’s product slowly and I was busy looking for the topic: “…you’ve been busy these days. I’m sorry.

He looked at the tea bowl, and said, “I can’t stop, it’s New Year’s, and I have to come back to see it.” I’m sorry.

“Come back and spend the New Year with us? That’s a good thing.

He shook his head: “Boy, I have to stay with my family for the next year, and I can’t stay with you, so I came back early and we spent a little time together. I’m sorry.

We looked at each other and caught ourselves by surprise.

Every time he comes back, it’s our big pleasure.

But we never had a young age, and that little cloud should know.

In the past, the family had been too poor, and there had been so many festivals in the year, except for the new year, that there had been no power, but there had been no money for it.

It’s our first little year.

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The family prepares dinners inside and outside.

Yun was forced to stay in the middle room and drink tea and fruit.

And he was rich in a broom of long bamboo rods, and found him in the garden, and asked, “What are you doing sitting down?” I’m sorry.

She laughed, and said: “I would have gone to the dining room, but Mother wouldn’t have let me.” I’d like to help you, and I won’t let Paul.”

And he was laughter at his neck: “This bitch, forget it. I can’t help myself. I’m sorry.

Huen was pleased to say that he was lazy to change his clothes and picked up the broom in his hand and went to the side porch to clean up the dust.

I went from the dining room to the warehouse to find a big dish of steam, and I walked through the hall.

I see Wu Zhui Zhui, who jumps to command the spider web and dust on the little cloud-cleaning beam.

Yun was still wearing a black coat with a gray cloth over his head, and he tried hard to follow the command of the back of his dog-head division, waving a staff of bamboo rods to sweep the broom.

I was angry at him and yelled at him.

Wu is rich! What are you doing? Come here!

He didn’t scare me. Cloud scared me.

A piece of dust fell on top of his head and fell on his head.

The whole thing was like a puddle of ash.

U.F.C. doesn’t wave at him, acting like an old old stick.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Go on, I’ll talk to your sister. I think she’s too spoiled for you. What’s with the dirty work? I’m sorry.

Huen heard him say he smiled and showed two white tiger teeth and noded his head.

Wu has come towards me with great energy.

“My daughter-in-law, what’s the noise this afternoon? I’m sorry.

I don’t want to see him like that. If it wasn’t for Yun, I’d have scratched his ear.

I grinded my teeth and I said, “It took me a long time to come back, and you’re getting people dusted?” And you got it all? What do you think…?

“Stop it, you’re going to call him a prince. “Oh, he’s rich.

“So is he our brother or the prince? I don’t think he wants you to treat him like a prince. I see him sitting there all by himself bored, and you don’t think he’s happy with the dust?

“You…” He said, “I can’t think of anything to refute.”

“Moreover, he came back to visit us, with us. So, you girls are busy cooking for him. You think that’s what they need? I’m saying you’re going to yell at me again. You can talk to him. I’m sorry.

And I looked at him, and held it for half a day, and said, “Then why do you change his clothes and find him a straw hat? How can he go back to the palace?” I’m sorry.

“I told him to change. He’s in a hurry. He’s in trouble. “Oh, he smiled, too.

“You women think too much, I see. Cloud is better than old cloud. I’m sorry.

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Before dinner, I found Yun a rich dress to wash up and change.

I came out of the burning room and knocked on the front door.

“Mun, I’m hot for you. I’m sorry.

No one in the room agreed that the water vapour from the door sew would soon blow out in the cold night.

“Won? I filmed the door again, whispering, “Everyone’s waiting for you to eat a meal.” I’m sorry.

Still no answer. It’s not like Cloudy’s sex.

I hesitated for a while, pushed the door in, afraid he would freeze and close it quickly.

In the white water, I felt my memory in front of the screen of my clothes again and said, “Little Cloud.” I’m sorry.

I touched a sweaty arm, with thin and tenuous muscles on it, and I touched a soft, wet face up there, and it was hot.

“What’s wrong? * He’s making noises from behind the fog, and he’s bewildering. *

I swiped my hand and my heart was hanging down.

Dad was in the shower a while ago and was not used to the bathhouses in front and back.

I thought he passed out.

“I called out a couple of times. What happened to you? I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, I fell asleep.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Sleeping?” I said, “You’ll get up. I’m sorry.

He promised that the sound of the water would never sound again.

I pushed out the door and suddenly I heard him sigh.

The sighs were so light that I thought I was wrong.

“Boy, the palace is going to choose the princess for me. I’m sorry.

And I stopped, and I did not turn back: “This is a good thing: to have a family early and have a companion.” I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s completely different from marriage in our alley. And those who have not met them, and who will not be with me in the future, I’m sorry.

I’m a little sad for him, and I don’t think he has much freedom in that regard.

“I’ve heard that the Emperor’s princesses have been chosen by a number of other officials. You’ve been given a choice. I’m sorry.

And he laughed softly, lowly, and with a shallow sound.

The fog faded a lot, and his naked back and arms were visible just behind the screen.

“What would you choose, Paul? I’m sorry.

I didn’t understand how the daughter-in-law was chosen by the Heavenly Son’s family.

“I want to know what you think, and I want you to help me choose.” I don’t have any ideas at the palace. They’ll just let me choose the most remarkable. I’m sorry.

I feel like I’ve been given a heavy job, a great deal of attention, a lot of thought.

On the way to think, he’s up and polished and changed his clothes.

I turned my back to the screen, and there was candle fire in front of him.

And I closed my eyes and said, “However chosen, the character is of the utmost importance, and our little cloud is worthy of the best and brightest. I’m sorry.

The shadows on the doors and windows reached out, the long fingers were strapped to the dress, and the thin waist, long legs…

He asked, “How can you tell when you can’t write in your face? I’m sorry.

This guy really gave me a big problem.

I’ve never seen a few men in my life, and I’ve never seen a few women.

I can’t answer that.

He was dressed up, he came out of the screen, his hair was wet and he had a light redness on his cheeks, and it was a little unrealistic.

“If only there was a baby like this. He looked at me and said,

And I was in my heart, and I heard him, and he said, “As good as your mother, just like you two, I won’t have to have a headache. I’m sorry.

“How can you be like us when you’re stupid and you’re worthy of you?” A village woman like me and Grandma still got it? I’m sorry.

He followed my footsteps and laughed: “I am serious.” I’m sorry.

Then I waved back at him, saying, “It is true that you are not a child, that is, we. You must go out and say this, and people may laugh at you. Hurry up, it’s getting cold. ..

He smiled and promised.

I thought he had changed, laughed, talked, everything was better.

I never noticed how shallow and reluctant he was.

No matter how he laughs, his eyes are not laughing, and the smile never spreads into those silent and sad eyes.

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I went out to buy something for my father and heard about the Prince’s wedding.

It was said that the Prince had rejected the election, that more than a dozen female officials who had chosen him after the Emperor had declined, that his family was in a state of distress and that his co-regime was in the hands of the State.

I’m very worried. I don’t know what the kid thinks.

He asked me so seriously a few years ago that I thought he really had a family.

It’s a big deal to choose a princess, and it’s been a long time since Uchi called, and there’s a girl of the right age.

How many troubles does he get when he’s here?

I can only groan by listening to all that gossip.

Go on and pick up lambs for Dad, and try to sew him a softer and smoother cushion.

He was always in a wheelchair, even if it was the best of the chairs, and he had a scab, waiting months for him to go into the summer, and the scavengers had a hemorrhoid, wet and itching, and he was grinding worse than anything.

Pick up the stuff and go to the boss and pay me.

I looked around, a strange man.

He said, “Ma’am, the Prince asks you to go upstairs. I’m sorry.

I’ve been living in the inner city for some time now, knowing that more than one prince lived in the inner city.

“Who is this lord? I’m sorry.

The man laughed politely: “The money of the leather, which the Prince paid for you, will come with me.” I’m sorry.

I won’t know until I get there.

Jun-hyun, who I’ve seen, and another, who I’ve had the privilege of seeing, is Da-Yin’s only different name.

As he once mentioned, except for the Dafu and the Chief, the two who were most assisted by his help.

I greeted them with dismay.

I don’t like Juncheng, even aversion. He doesn’t do anything good.

She looked at me in the dark, and said, “Sit down, ma’am. I’m sorry.

I’m sitting down.

“Does the Prince come to your house often? I’m sorry.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.

“What did he say to you? I’m sorry.

I had some bad thoughts, and I said, “What matters is that we tell him the parents are short and he doesn’t talk.” I’m sorry.

“It really doesn’t talk. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Jan25 #egypt

He took a look at him and went on to ask, “Do you live in the city? Is your master well?”

It was only a few days before I understood that he was talking about being rich.

“To the blessing of His Royal Highness. I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, that’s good. I’m sorry.

“Don’t be nervous. Prince Zhan and His Majesty drink here.” Just in time to see you. He said he knew him. Please come over for tea. I’m sorry.

I’m busy and I’m not relaxed.

The prince refused two days ago. Did you hear? I’m sorry.

“He heard. I’m sorry.

“You know why?”

“Don’t know. I’m sorry.

He finally stopped some aggressive questions and said, “The prince is chosen for the sake of his country, and he is not his own. And he has taken you among his relatives, so advise him to understand. I’m sorry.

“…and when he comes back, we’ll try to persuade him. I’m sorry.

I say he finally let me go.

I looked forward to His Majesty as though I had asked for help, and he took his brows, lazyly, and said, “Come back, Madam. I’m sorry.

“Wait. “The eyes of the king were sharp upon my face, and I was asked without any knowledge.

“How’s your life going? I’m sorry.

I didn’t ask him until he understood that he was rich.

“All right, we’re doing fine. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know what he meant until I walked out of that luxury building and went into the alley of my house.

A long time later, I thought of this sudden meeting, a headless question.

It’s only a sudden shock that everything started so early.

I actually had so many opportunities to find out, but the authorities were obsessed and I missed the best chance to get out.

Junjun knew, Twilight knew, Cloud knew, and those who tried to overthrow them in the hall knew.

Only a small, vulnerable family, who knows nothing, who knows nothing.

The rain and the rain are on the rise and we are still living our little days in ignorance.

147

After the New Year’s Eve, Wu was planning to go to Gangnam to get the goods, saying that the city’s fabric prices had increased, that the fabric there was cheap and beautiful, and that it could be sold.

I did not allow him to go at first, saying that it was too far away, and that there would be no one to take care of it in case of a bad thing.

He said to bring flowers. The kid’s smart and smart.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Your hand is… not. I’m sorry.

After I strongly refused, Wu became rich for days.

Then he started to say, “What’s the deal about the sapphire in Gangnam last year? What’s the number of times weaves in Gangnam?

I listened to him and stabbed him, “What happened to me, I’m an embroidery girl? I’m sorry.

He said, “I am at least a merchant, and I have seen no more than one thousand and eight hundred. You can’t get away with this. I’m sorry.

“Oh is rich, and I think you should be dumb. “I jumped over and grabbed his ear.

He was covering his ears and running around in the yard, and she heard something, and she had a chicken-haired sand.

“How old are you?” I’m at my age. What are you doing? I’m sorry.

I finally grabbed Wu’s rich ear and brought him back.

“Ma’am, this man hates the wife of a whore. I’m sorry.

And Wu was rich and dazzled in his head: “Amnim, do not believe in him who sees the truth, but I do wrong her night and day. I’m sorry.

Grandma looked at me and raised the hair of the chicken and she tried to hit me.

Wu has stood up straight and laughed: “Mom, Mom! It’s not funny. I’m sorry.

“Be rich, be busy.” Your father was looking for you. He said there was something at the store. I’m sorry.

Turn around and hold my hand: “Come with me, mother has something to say to you. I’m sorry.

You’ve got money in the back, you look around your neck, and you say, “Mother, don’t be ridiculous.”

Grandma left her alone, pulled me in the house and closed the door.

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“What can you say in front of your fortune? He really thought you were gonna hit me. I’m sorry.

I sat on her and Dad’s bed and hung my legs.

Your room smells of soap horns, between the trees and the grass.

So she went away and asked, “How many years have you been married and you have not moved, so you will not be in a hurry.” I’m sorry.

For a while, I said, “Well, I’m in no hurry.

I don’t want to think about it, I don’t want to get rich, I don’t want to talk about it.

I’m 25 years old, a girl of a normal family, who isn’t a kid with a knee around his knees, and who’s born early and can run for sauce.

“I’m not saying what you are, but I feel sorry for my wife.” Their old Wu family was rich with a child, and how could they face her when it was over? I’m sorry.

That’s what Mom said, and I’m totally pissed off.

That’s not what I could ask for.

Grandma says, “You don’t have room…”

“No! No! No, it’s normal…

I have red ears that cut her off.

“How could that be? “So you’ll come with me tomorrow to see a doctor, take two pills and adjust your body.” I couldn’t get pregnant for a year and a half to get you. I’m sorry.

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I can’t help feeling that I have nothing to do with my body, but I can’t help but work hard to start drinking the bitterest Chinese medicine.

Wu lost my appetite, couldn’t eat, bought me a big bag of honey.

We said, “No, Mother is staring at me every day, or you will be given Wu’s birth, and you will not be able to do me any good.” I’m sorry.

He laughed: “Why do we have to give birth to a future man?” I’m sorry.

I was so tired and sore that he gave me water and honey.

I said, “You’re talking nonsense again. You don’t care. Your mother does, and your father does.” It’s one of them who doesn’t have a chance to say, one that doesn’t. I should feel guilty. I’m sorry.

The smile on his face stopped, and he kept beating, “What’s wrong with guilt?” Maybe it’s my problem? You tell Grandma to show me to the barefoot doctor, and I’ll take my pills. I’m sorry.

“You can pull it, you can fuck me one more time. Are you still in business? Do you have a family or not?

I put a beet in my mouth and found the feeling of being a child.

It’s so bitter, it’s so sweet.

It was too hard to eat a bag of honey.

Now it’s too bitter to eat honey, it’s bitter in the mouth and it’s sweet in the heart.

Ever since I started to fix my body and drink Chinese medicine, I’ve picked up a hobby for honey.

But now that we’re at hand, we have a small bag in our sleeves, whenever we want to.

Wu has decided to go to Gangnam, but this time I said there was no reason to stop it.

He called Brother Fan, brought flowers and paid a couple of bodyguards to work with.

And when they were sent, they were busy before they were busy, as if they had made a fortune.

I groaned and told him to be careful.

He saw that I wasn’t happy to talk to me.

“Kangnan has a special lotion cake. If he comes back early, it’s not too hot to let go. Bring it back for a taste. I’m sorry.

And We shook my head: “No licorice, but return to yourself and your brother and the flowers in safety.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

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It’s not half an hour before you get rich.

However, he came down from the valquilla car with the two-headed horse, and did not even enter the door of my house, standing at the door and waiting for my family’s horseman to send me out.

When I arrived at the gate, he was wearing a silver and white fox with his hands in his robes, as if he were going out of the way.

Why don’t you come in and sit down? I’m sorry.

He looked at me softly: “Have you come to Gangnam?” I’m sorry.

“No, he said he’d bring a letter to give him peace. I wiped the water on my hands.

“Are you busy?” He looked down at my red hand.

“I’m laundry. Hey, let’s not talk here. Go in and have some hot tea. I’m sorry.

He smiled, reaching out from the foxes, putting something heavy in my hand.

“I told you you shouldn’t have all your men discharged. In the cold, your hands have had a cold acne, and you’ve got cold water to re-emerge. I’m sorry.

I’m carrying the handle of the deer’s skin.

Turns out to be a small, copper-made handplace, a round little one, with carbon in it, a thick, non-flammable fabric in the outer layer, and a swirl of mountain water.

“Oh, my God, is there any more of that? * I’m laughing to catch the past *

Cloud looked at me as though I was a little bit surprised, and he looked down and laughed, and his eyelashes were squeezed and the light in his eyes was not covered.

And he removed the fox from me and put it on me, and struck a knot: “Come, I will take you to a place where it is cold.” I’m sorry.

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We went to the temple.

This is a royal monastery.

The moat circled around the inner city, along the back of the temple, the river flowed across the ancient plains and mountains to the south, and eventually to the far sea.

And we stood in front of that quiet river, with a grey stone table and a stone stool standing by it, a bumpy plum tree.

The red plum of the branch is dying, and the porcelain has fallen.

The wind by the river blows, and I hold on to the warm handplace.

Cloud was wearing white, even with the straps.

Nobody talks.

He looked up at the tree, facing his head, and said to me, ‘Boy, this is my mother.’ I’m sorry.

“Your mother, Your Highness? I’ve been living in the city for a long time and I’ve heard a lot of gossip.

He nodded, neither grieved nor pleased, looking down at the tree.

It is as if his mother’s spirit was in it, so that he touched his cheek with a cold scent.

I couldn’t understand him, and I hesitated to ask, “How could this tree be…”

There was another wind that passed across the river, and the plum trees shivered, and the small aging petals were scattered.

Some fell on a cloud’s hair, and the dark dots were filled with dark reds, and a few pitiful things were added.

He said, “Do you remember the last year I spent with you?” I’m sorry.

I said remember.

He took a petal from his forehead, spread it in his hand, and his voice was warm.

“My mother died that night, self-destructive. Thank you for helping my mother fulfill her last wish. Half the ashes are buried under a plum tree and watch me grow up. Half into the river and go home. I’m sorry.

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“Why do you want to kill yourself? I’m sorry.

After all these years, I still can’t understand the reason why a mother can force her to abandon her half-year-old child in the wilderness and to die.

I can’t forget that little beautiful kid sitting in the alley, looking at the walkers in silence.

The sweet and bitter memories are the source of my infinite compassion for clouds.

Little clouds stare at me in peace and sorrow.

“Because my father was a rapist, he raped my mother, took her back to the palace, and made a ban on her. I’m sorry.

“Boy, I wasn’t born in love and hope. My father robbed my mother of everything. I was the product of a brutal act of aggression, you know? I’m sorry.

And We covered him with a thick fox, holding his warm handplace, but his heart was as though he had been pushed into the ice cellar, and the blood of his limbs was strangling.

The legends and drawings of folk hunting only know that Yun’s mother is a strange woman born from Gangnam.

Fung Hua is a great man, a great face, a great princess and a great admirer.

No one knows how the life of her young girl, who is free and calm, has been shattered and destroyed by this glorious and glorious life.

I’m looking at the river that stretches out of nowhere. How far is it to go home?

“Little Cloud. I called him softly.

He turned back slowly and raised his eyes, as if I had called back his soul from the depths.

We said to him, “You were not born in love and hope, but you grew up in love and hope. We love you, and your name is our best hope for you. I’m sorry.

Unfortunately, that was a waste of hope, but love is still there, and I hope that love will fill those gaps and cracks.

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And he had a lips, and then he was drawn into a thread, almost unsustainably towards me.

The shaking hand reached out and took it back.

He smiled and smiled, and he fell, “I’d love to hold you.” I’m sorry.

I want to say yes, that’s all right. I want to apologize for what I have been saying before.

But he didn’t give me the chance to turn things around.

“You must be confused. My mother died on New Year’s Eve. I came after midnight to worship.” I’m sorry.

I know from Xiao Yun that the princess of the house was deliberately angry and sent to the temple of the Great Buddha.

She gave birth to a cloud in the temple of the Great Buddha and was fortunate to have been hidden until the end of the first half of the year.

She can’t hide from herself, can’t escape, and can’t tell her first-born child to fall back with her to the abyss where she can eat no blood.

She begged the King to send him out of the city with her handmaidens, and on her way out of the city, she was stopped by his house, and his men were sent to cover the city, and none returned.

As a result, the Emperor was offended and punished.

Zhang Zhang, a servant who managed to escape, went to the western suburbs wrongly and took his children.

A young woman with a child, like a wolf.

The servant who died loyal to his master was fed alive by men who stinked and went mad and raped.

And the child, with his young, pure eyes, saw it all, and never cried again.

How cold the winter was, and I still remember it, and the snow was not much thicker than the snowfall of previous years.

The beggars seized the valuables of their maids, even stripped off her clothes after her death and went to pawnshops for money.

I guess that’s why when I picked up the cloud, he had nothing but a thin cloth.

His mother had given him valuable items that would be recognizable, but the beggars had been robbed and thrown outside the temple.

Her Highness died on New Year’s Eve, the night of a thousand lights, and the ashes fell from the mausoleum.

It took a lot of effort to get her ashes after midnight, and half of them, according to her last words, made plum trees and half of them spilled into the rivers of the land.

Since then, these uncles have only been left as ashes to go to their homes, and do not recognize the date of death written in the history book.

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Is God alive? Did you really make this stuff?

If I could not find him, he would either freeze to death or feed.

But I found him, and kept him alive, as if it had been a life that had led him astray, and continued to dwell in grief.

Which one is more painful to live and to die?

Cloud didn’t do anything, did not burn paper and did not kneel.

He just brought me here, quietly with that plum tree for a long time.

At the end of the day, I put the handplace back in his hand.

He shook his head and said it wasn’t cold.

“Boy, I’ve been telling her every year in the last few years that I want to show her to you and finally meet her this year. I’m sorry.

What does it matter if I don’t come?

In any case, I can’t see him again, his mother.

Ash, plum trees, home.

What’s the point of a beautiful image, a beautiful hope, a breath and a lasa?

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On the way back to the inner city, we were silent and had no eye contact.

The guard outside the carriage leaned over the curtain and whispered to him.

Little clouds are calm, a little bit head, let him out.

And he turned back and said to me, “There is an unclean tail, and you have to work with me to change a carriage.” I’m sorry.

I was in a remote alley and I was replaced by an ordinary carriage, and it took me a long time to get to the door.

He helped me get off the wagon and I said, “Is it difficult?” I’m sorry.

He smiled: “No trouble, little things. I’ll call someone to sue you. I’m sorry.

I went back less than two days and waited for a letter of my own, saying that I would ask the royal station to bring it back with great urgency.

I asked a reader to read the letter, and I felt deeply that Wu had wasted his great face and his noble position.

There was nothing in his letter that was so important, that he spilled five pages of paper, describing his journey to Gangnam, his personal nature, his local character, his odour.

It’s not like it’s been a long trip to get in.

It’s just a trip.

But I guess most of his temper is good news and no worries, and there is no hardship on the road, and we will not be told.

And when he heard the word, he said, “Good son of a bitch, good son of a bitch, let him enjoy himself, and not his father.” I’m sorry.

This old man has been sulking about making money.

I smiled, I laughed, I laughed, I didn’t understand the difficulties of my generation.

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After receiving the letter, 10 days later, the money came back.

We all went to the gate to pick him up, and hate could not create an atmosphere of heroism and welcome.

Xiao Hong dressed the grown-ups cleanly and put a half-green willow branch in his hand, holding Meng’s hand.

The carriage’s heavy grunts, which are far and near, were checked by the officers at the gate and slowly entered the city.

Wu is holding two horses in his hand, and the big one is sitting in front of the wagon.

He’s a lot darker, but not much thinner.

Look at me. He starts with a white tooth and he jumps off the wagon.

Meng says, “Chang! Have you seen Uncle Rich? Go and wash his dust. I’m sorry.

Two-year-old Hong let go of his mother’s hand and whispered another language.

The twirling of the willow branch went to his rich feet, and his limbs waved with it in an uncoordinated manner.

Everyone laughs in the air and says, “Do you wash the dust” while you’re in the mouth of your mouth?

He was rich and laughed and held him up in his arms, rubbed his jaw clean and stabbed his young face with a bearded face.

“Chang, call Uncle. Say it loud. Uncle gives you sugar. I’m sorry.

Little Hong smiled foolishly, strangling his neck to keep him from stabbing his face, and said, “The tree.” I’m sorry.

“It’s Uncle, Uncle…” continues to teach him.

And Con said, “The pig. I’m sorry.

“Hey, boy! How? Wu’s browsing, “You’ve got more guts than your old man. I’m sorry.

Meng went up to pick up Kotsu, and looked at him with grotesque eyes and struck him softly.

“Big rich, why are you yelling at him? I’m sorry.

And he was rich in emptiness, and he took out all kinds of sugar and little things, and put a piece of his head into little Conway, and said, “You will be the little one, called Uncle.” I’m sorry.

“The pig. I’m sorry.

Brother Fan laughed so hard, he smitten the carriage board: “You’re rich today, too, and I think you’re paying for it. I’m sorry.

You’re going to make money and act like you’re not happy.

Little Meng’s hands and feet ran away with the kids, and then the local sugar fell off the road, and I had a heartache, and I had to follow them.

She said, ‘Where can you take back what you have given to our family?’ I’m sorry.

I’ve come back to Chekuba to find consolation.

And We cast the dust on his shoulder, and said, “What else do you want to do with the goods that you have brought yourself into the store? I’m sorry.

And when I was rich, I was suffocating, and my fingers were strangling my long hair: “Let me hug you.” I’m sorry.

I said, “My parents are here. I’m sorry.

He said, ‘Then go with me to the load, and hold him on the way.’ I’m sorry.

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Brother Fan went to settle up those thugs, I went to the East Market store with the flowers.

Because he said he could bring back cheap cloths and embroidery, and the guys in the store haven’t had any new stuff for a few days, and the business is getting a little cold.

I’m the embroidered plaque and my belt, and I’m the embroidered plaque, and I’m the one who handles the semi-finished cloth.

“Light it up and make it clear. Don’t get dirty. “In order to get rich, he was busy, he came to me, and he had one hand around my waist.

He said, ‘Are you fat, Paul Lee? Your husband’s working outside. You’ve been holding me back? I’m sorry.

I turned my head over, and I stepped on his foot: “Fuck off.” I’m sorry.

“No, I miss you. I’m sorry.

My face is a little red and my ears are burning.

Wu’s wealth is rarely said about love, love, thought about it.

At first hearing, it’s very uncomfortable.

“You’re not going to help with all the flowers? “I took his hand with my elbow, and I couldn’t stand his obnoxiousness in public.

He pulled his hand out of his arms and brought me a plain handkerchief.

“Don’t you always want to learn the best embroidery? I can’t afford the famous embroidery in Gangnam. I bought a real one. I’m sorry.

I used to look at the little handkerchiefs, and look at the ferocious vermin butterflies.

“My God this is so expensive!” It’s more expensive than the one you bought. What do you think you’re spending this for? Do you have enough money to fill this gap? We’re better off, but we can’t save money.”

And suddenly the flowers came in from the outside, and said: “O rich brother, there is an adult who wants to buy the cloth. Come out and see.” I’m sorry.

I was careful to take the pap and put it in my jacket bag and go out with the money.

The man turned back, and his eyes fell on my face.

Ask him what style he wants, what kind of material, how long and how wide.

He answered, but he kept looking at me.

I noticed the sight, and I watched him.

It’s a well-maintained middle-aged man, rich and handsome, and all the wrinkles on the forehead are ironed, not so much as a man who tends to our usual shop.

The clothes he was wearing were not available in my shop.

And when he came to him, he gave him the cloth, and asked, “What do you call it, that you have not accompanied him? I can send you an apprentice.” I’m sorry.

And he smiled, and said, “You don’t have to give it to Liu. I’ll take it back myself.” I’m sorry.

“That’s it, Lord Liu, I’ll wrap it up for you right away. Wu’s rich went inside.

“Does your wife ever be a embroidery lady?” I’m sorry.

I smiled with courtesy: “Yes, how do adults know?” I’m sorry.

Lord Liu smiled with a sweet smile: “I see the cocoon in the lady’s finger.” I’m sorry.

“I was much more embroidered, and I haven’t been able to do it lately.” I’m sorry.

Master Liu didn’t say a few words to me, so he got rich.

I watched him walk away with a cloth and I felt weird.

“Have you seen this Lord Liu in East City?” I’m sorry.

“No, look at the wealth and give the money, that’s all.” I’m sorry.

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When we got rich, clouds came to see us more and more.

He said that he was ill, that he was able to move on his own and that he did not need to supervise the country.

As a result, Yun has been given a lot of leisure to visit us from time to time.

Brother Fan’s children have already enrolled in a good school in the city, and Meng is ready to send Kang to the future.

He’s a little boy, but his parents don’t know much about it. We’ve had a hard time without learning. We can’t do easy and safe.

When he’s a kid, he has to go to school.

Meng sought a job to cook for the baby and planned to save for the baby in advance.

Where’s Hong? She’ll be at my house in the morning.

When Yun came, she volunteered to help her children.

At first, people were worried that he had been a good man for many years and that he had not been crowned, and that he would take any children.

But Hong likes him very much.

And little cloud was not to say a word, nor was he to be seduced by the little man of sugar and origami, as we had spent all our time trying.

All he had to do was smile at him with his pretty face and scream at him.

This silly kid would laugh and sway his arms and ask him to hold him.

Every time he looks at Kang, he’s so upset.

“How can this little thing look at his face when he’s young? Did I give him less? He waved his hands at Hong, trying to draw his attention.

You didn’t give him anything. Hey boy… little white-eyed wolf. I’m sorry.

KANG tends to stare at Yun’s face and doesn’t even want to get rich.

Xiao Yun held him in the courtyard to see the clouds and sometimes wrote with his hymns, and sometimes touched a honey beam from nowhere into his mouth.

Kang grew up fast, and the year went on faster than any previous year.

My parents are healthy, I’m rich, I’m in business, little Mon’s family is getting better, little Hong is growing, little cloud is visiting…

Everything’s fine.

A day of joy is like a soft feather, scratching through the tickling, warmth of the heart, leaving nothing but a good memory of happiness.

Not like those days of bitterness, swords bear the scars of life.

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For the last time in the year, it was late autumn.

In the afternoon thunder struck and I looked up and looked at the four-quarters of the sky that had been framed by the courtyard.

Light grey clouds gather in the south-east corner and grow.

A twisted white exercise splits the white and green sky, and the silk spills out, leached, covered in a cold wind, and stirs the yellow, yellow tree in the courtyard.

Hong caught bugs himself in the grass. I called him and told him to play under the porch.

He looked at me in doubt, and did not care about the increasingly heavy raindrops, continuing to murmur and dry, with mud on his hands.

I decided to go to the door first and collect the dry radish hanging on the stone lion the day before.

The two stone lions at the door of the house are the spirit, the power is the power. It’s been a long time, looking all over the yard, or does it feel like it’s the right thing to use in a string of radish or chili?

When the sun is good, the stones are hot, the sun is dry and the sun is dry, and a whole year is easy to eat.

The tanned radish strips were put in the tan, and I was about to go back, and I saw a dark shadow in the alley.

The rain was turned into rain beads, which were denser, cold air spreading and fog.

I was busy standing on the stairs of the roof, and I kept watching the long shadow come towards me.

Xiao Yun was able to walk slowly with a green, black and narrow-sleeve umbrella.

The fog, the sound of the rain was wrong, the oil-paper umbrella was dripping on the water, the feet of the clothes and pants were swayed with water, and came out of his lips, if there was no white fog…

It’s like a painting. It’s like a painting.

I’m surprised he didn’t have to come all the way from the palace in the rain.

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He stopped in front of me, took his umbrella, stood up and dried the rain, and stood behind him.

“Are you waiting for me here?”

I don’t know how to nod my head, see a radish in my arms and shake my head.

He smiled, and he showed his teeth on both sides.

Every time he smiles like this, he always shows a little bit of childishness.

“Well, I can see not. I’m sorry.

He took it from my arms, with one hand in his arms, and went in the way: “Where’s Hong?” I’m sorry.

“Aigoo Kang! I’m sorry.

I’m just remembering, running to the yard looking for him.

He was still digging in the grass, and it was raining so hard to hide, and it was so dirty with mud all over his hands.

I hugged him up, but I was covered in mud.

Cloudy’s got a chute and he’s got an umbrella.

He touched Hong’s head: “It’s all wet, he’s got to change his clothes, his hair dry, he’s cool.” I’m sorry.

When we’re done with this little ancestor, I won’t be able to see it, wet and dirty.

We instructed Yun to look at him, to change his clothes, and unexpectedly saw him fall asleep in his arms.

I can see that kid really likes him.

His mother used to go out to work and put him here.

He knew his mother would come to pick him up before dark, so he rarely fell asleep, waiting for his mother to come.

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Cloud held him, gently touched his head and slowly walked in the hall.

And We passed, and he drew out a finger, he stood on his lips, and blinked at me.

Cloud looked at his sleep and smiled silently.

“Good. I’m sorry.

I sat down and had a sip of water, and I said, “Well, it’s not as good as when you were a kid, you were much better-looking than this kid, we didn’t exaggerate in the alley, we’ve never seen such a handsome doll.” I’m sorry.

“Yes?” He twisted his finger and shaved his little sweet, round cheeks, and looked more tender than he was.

I’m very emotional, and I say, “You don’t want to have a family, you have to choose the Princess of the Crown, and if it works, your child will be born.” I’m sorry.

He stopped walking and looked at me.

I went on to say, “Look how careful you are with your kids, and if you were a father, you’d be better than both of your brothers.” I’m sorry.

“But I hope he’s healthy enough to love. I’m sorry.

“Who?” I don’t know why.

He took it seriously, “If I had a child, I wouldn’t want him to be like me. I’d rather not if it was to follow me. I’m sorry.

“Don’t say that, Yun. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. If you had children, at least you’d love him, wouldn’t you? I’m sorry.

“I want to have children with love. I’m sorry.

I know he’s grown up enough to talk about it.

I asked him seriously, “Do you love him?” What if we can’t find him? What if she never showed up? You’re still young, you’ve always taken the word “love” very seriously.

“Yes, I found her. I found her. I’m sorry.

“Where? “What girl?” I’m sorry.

Maek put Hong in his bed, and I followed him and said, “Tell me what you want.” Who keeps you bored and who knows? I’m sorry.

“Is it the official lady?”

“Not really. I’m sorry.

“Is he a prince? I’m sorry.

“and not… either. I’m sorry.

He bothered me and said, “Baby, do you remember the game we played when we were kids? I’m sorry.

“What game?”

We played a lot of games back then, turned leaves, hit rocks, jumped pegs, everything.

“I said, guess.”

I remember, there was this self-made game where the tellers were silent, the guessers looked at the lips and guessed.

But it’s too hard. I always lose to Wu. It’s so boring.

“That’s not good. Are you kidding me? You know I’ve never been right once…”

“I’m going to say it for once. I’m sorry.

And he spread his lips, and his lips opened, and his lips opened, as if a silent spell had been recited, and it was as if he had removed from him a heavy thing which was defiled.

He looked so strange, like he wanted to laugh, and he didn’t laugh, and he thought he’d open up a flower.

“What? You don’t have to lie to me if you don’t come back rich, I won’t ask you.”

He was walking out of the hall, still holding that green-coloured oil-paper umbrella and leaving the yard at ease.

And I stood by the wall of the palace a rainy day later, staring at the high arch of the moon, asking him what it meant.

He stood up to me with a white oil-paper umbrella and looked at me.

“I have a love in heaven and in sight. I’m sorry.

“I see, I see, I see.”

Tears fell silently from my eyebrow and dripped into the rain.

162

He stopped coming long after his departure and did not even bring a message.

We’ve been hearing some bad rumors.

From the halls to the folk, there are many voices in the mind that question the small cloud.

It was said that he was not the son of the princess, but that the Regent and Prince Zhan had chosen the son of the Dalit in the western suburbs for the prince’s trick.

There’s another guess, even worse.

He is the illegitimate son of Prince Zhan and the Princess-in-law and is not an official family member.

These rumours have more or less fermented soil.

Xiao Yun lost his age in the western suburbs and was raised in the palace.

The sudden appearance of the nine princes, the sudden death of the former prince, there are always 10,000 imaginations that connect these things.

You can imagine how difficult it is for Yun to move forward.

He did not come back because he was unwilling, but rather afraid.

I don’t know what kind of method Jun-soo used to get the officials to choose him as the prince.

It can be assumed that he is not in a secure and even particularly difficult position, such as in the thin ice, without which so many adverse rumors will not emerge.

The situation was tense, and even though he was a prince, he had a temperate internality, he had several outstanding political achievements, and his brother, who was a big family, had to crush him from time to time.

No one really took him back, and everyone knew that he was not a full threat, but everyone was staring at him day and night, waiting for him to show his feet and his soft ribs.

His body was good and bad, he had no mother, and his mother’s family was far away in Gangnam, and he feared that it would be difficult to get out of life without him.

163

Ever since I learned about Yun’s identity, I’ve been passing through the liquor inn and I’ve been listening to men who don’t have a lot of money in their pockets but who are interested in family matters.

Ten fakes can be about one word true.

I’m just a little civilian living in the inner city, and those things are too far away from me and I have no way to know anything about him.

This is the only way out of the city to feed the rich fathers and sons.

The two sentences are as true as possible out of this squawk and squawk.

Then he looked in silence at the situation of the cloud from the truth, and feared for him.

I thought for a long time that he was born without a mother, and I picked him up and made him live in chains.

Then I’m responsible for half my sister and half my mother.

Who cares about him and loves him but us?

I’m not talking about it with the rich, but it’s like I thought.

He meets more people, gets better, comes back and closes the door when he hears anything.

“I have heard that the Seven Princes have recently gained momentum, and that they have sent him to look for the local salt iron, and have done well, and have seized a lot of stolen goods and killed many corrupt officials and corrupt officials. I’m sorry.

“So what?”

“What? Why didn’t he do this? I’m sorry.

“What is the story of the Seven Kings?” I’m sorry.

“The second son.” I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“is the second son of the Empress. I’m sorry.

And I thought hard, and asked, “Is it not right to have the queen’s Queen’s Queen’s Queen as a Crown Prince according to the rules of his fathers?” I’m sorry.

“How can I know that? Why don’t you ask Yun? I’m sorry.

“I’d like to ask him, but he hasn’t been here for a long time… and you said there’s no way to get a message from the people of the palace to come back for dinner and see him.”

“If he was a guard in the palace, maybe I could ask someone else to come up with something I didn’t know, and I couldn’t get in there. I’m sorry.

That reminds me of a problem, and then more.

For example, ever since he returned to the palace, our contacts have been single-line, and we do not have the means to find him.

Such as he came a few days before, but he was always alone, often in the early morning evening, when people were scarce.

164

We heard a big thing about the end of the year.

It’s too big to hear. The whole town is talking.

The Regent is dead.

And the wall fell upon him, and those with whom he had dealt aforetime, and who were oppressed by him, spread out among themselves some of the sins without any evidence, and depicted him as a three-and-a-half-armed devil who drank flesh and blood.

In just three days, he became a hand-wrecking parent, destroying the army, killing tens of thousands of soldiers in the field of war and undermining the royal Majesty.

I remember what he looked like, not all the manners of pride, but the indignity of a man.

It is strange to act as usual, and nature is not a demon from hell.

For me, he is nothing but a stranger who has seen one and a half, and what I do not care about the dead or the dead, and I am nothing more than a sigh of anger.

But the anniversary of Fan Xiao and Richmond is coming, and I’m not even free.

Our two families planned to take things together and go out to see them in the cemetery.

It is not a good idea to say that Uchi City has been a bit flat since the death of Lord Bo and that the men who were taken away from his shop alone over the past two days have made several calls.

165

I’m going out to buy a candle for money.

I’ll buy some wheat, too.

Don’t worry.

He raised a little daughter from behind his feet, red, and touched two cups full, and said, “How can she drink wheat to Fan Xiao when the day is over?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t drink, do you forget?” I’m sorry.

“Who said I poured this for you? It’s a small one. He spreads his fingers and puts that drink in front of the empty stone bench, and he says, “Oh, you’ll drink with us.” I’m sorry.

“There are days before his death. I’m sorry.

He shakes his head, takes a sip of wine, closes his eyes and faces.

“I lied to his brother, sister-in-law and Meng. “The day of Fan Xiao’s death is today.” I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you say anything last year? I don’t know if I should be angry or sad.

“It’s probably because we couldn’t afford the good daughter Red two years ago, and I’m embarrassed to find this kid for a drink on his death day. I’m sorry.

And he filled himself with, “Boy, I’m his big brother, brother’s day, and I can’t afford any good wine. I’m sorry.

“Why do you have to lie to us?

“It’s different. “He had a soft drink.

“What did I tell you? Said he was wounded in the sand, brought back to life, told everything, was unconscious, and he shouted for graft to eat little Mengwood. I’ve been begging him for some rice to make a bowl of congee and told him it was meat porridge. I’m sorry.

“How the hell am I supposed to make this up? I’m sorry.

And he drinketh on his head, and the five wrinkled, and thrust unto me the wine.

“Where the dead can drink, you can taste it. It’s good wine. It’s expensive. I’m sorry.

I licked the next one, and the spicy smell spread into the lips, leaving a special sweet.

And when I was rich, he looked at me and said in peace, “I didn’t even see his last face.” A man can die when he pees on the battlefield. He’s a small soldier, when and where he died. Who knows, if he’s lying in a bad position, he’ll probably step on his horse. After the attack, his long-term inventory of the rest, and the absence of this man, he asked his compatriot to notify me of the legacy. I’ve made it up.

“Stop it!”

He hangs, looks at the wine table, looks away.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.

“Sorry, sorry…”

And We took his neck from behind, and carried him to his head.

This year, we did not go out of town to burn paper for Fan Xiao Zhang Ziang, and instead we became the families themselves worshipping in the yard.

166

We’re extremely lucky.

Rich said that it was lucky, half thanks to Xiao Yun and half to Fan Xiao and Zhou.

About him he thought, in the middle of the day, with their blessing, that we would have the days that followed.

The handkerchief he gave me was embroidered by the Gangnam, and I put it on top of the cupboard.

Get rich and hold my high-legged wooden chair and watch my top full of closets: “What’s the point of putting it away? I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to talk to him: “You know the devil, this place is full of family heirlooms with bracelets that you beat me when you were married, dead and not of pure colour. I’m embarrassed to wear them. They give to your sons. I’m sorry.

I reached out from the bottom of my hand a pair of yellow, unchallenged bracelets.

“and…” I felt the corner of a box with my feet on it, “and the dress that Yun gave me, and when I moved, I brought the flowers. It’s a good thing to be a family heirloom. I’m sorry.

“Where does anyone pass their family’s treasure to be a wedding dress?” I’m sorry.

“It’s a shame to tear it down and make it right. And I said to myself, “Yeah, and the little cloud’s walk, it’s too beautiful, too expensive to wear. I’m sorry.

“What is the matter with you?” He said, “What is the matter with you, that I send you insolence, and that little cloud is too valuable.” I’m sorry.

And We took back our hands, and We took dust, and touched the clean hair, and touched the unobserved copper plume.

“This is good, right. I’m sorry.

And he raised his head and looked up at me, and laughed, “You were not able to see it, nor did you say that you had a jolt. I’m sorry.

“It’s a young man who doesn’t know how to remember it. It’s for short talk!”

And We kicked him down on his shoulder with our feet lifted, and he did not turn away, nor did he hold the stool.

“It feels like it’s been a long time, and we’re almost 30…” and he suddenly felt it.

And I jumped off the bench and went to wash my hands by the face of the pot: “That is you; I am later than you.” I’m sorry.

We went out with our mouths to cook, and I cooked, and he washed rice with one hand, which was better than a lot of people.

167

Before dinner, when it wasn’t dark, the guys from the store suddenly came from East City.

He said that a guest had come to return the cloth, either to break the wire or to fade it all over the place.

He said, “No way, did we go out of our shop?” I’m sorry.

The guy said the flower was still in the store, and the guest was waiting for him to give a statement.

You can wipe your hands with a bowl of cloth while you go out and ask questions.

So I went to the door, and he said, “Go back, it’s not the first time. This is not the first time. This is where the wagons come in, and leave me food.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll go too.” I’m sorry.

“Dad, I can’t. It’s nothing. “It’s time to go out like a goose.

The father seemed to feel insults and contempt for his entanglement.

He’s been holding his breath since the last time he was rich enough to go to Gangnam.

“Why can’t I go? “The old man made three and two steps into the carriage.

Wu’s hand was stunned, he was crying and laughing, and he went on and he said, “No, Dad, why delay your meal?” What’s the big deal? I’m sorry.

The carriage was quiet, apparently nobody bought him.

He made a fortune, took a whip, sat in the car, “Oh, come on, let’s go together.” I’m sorry.

“That’s right, baby. I’m washing rice. Save me more of that greasy gravy. * Says he’s down his throat and he’s out of the alley *

And We scolded him with a squawk, and when we returned, We drew out the bowl, and filled the face with gravy, and covered with a full roof, and warmed it on the steaming pot.

Dad asked me at the table, I’m just saying, nobody cares.

It’s impossible to keep everything from going.

I’ve seen them when I’m delivering food or at the store.

Moreover, peer-to-peer groups deliberately scrape the back-of-the-sale cloths in a problematic fashion.

But it’s not a big deal, it’s a good deal to be rich, and it’s always a good way to give the guests a story and a bad idea.

168

But this one looks different.

He’s been gone too long.

Long after dinner, my parents were asleep and I sat in the yard waiting for him.

And the night shall be rounded, and it shall be put into the four corners of the courtyard, as if it were a black cloth.

And We know from wealth that black cloth is more expensive than colour cloth.

Black is the hardest to colour, and the hardest to protect, and the easiest color to fade.

And right now I have this black piece of pure black cloth, dark enough to breathe in the candle, dark enough to shine, like a good silk silk.

Food on the stove, I’ve added two firewood.

By the time the coal fire cooled, I decided to go out.

And took the lantern to the alley where he must go home, and I hit the flowers.

He ran out of breath and saw a man of his age with a lantern.

The lanterns were swayed by him, and the bright yellow candles were swayed, and the cheekbones of him were scrawled because he was thin.

The flowers pulled my sleeve, “Boo! Rich and Grandpa are in jail! I’m sorry.

The lantern swayed again, and no one hit it this time, and I grabbed it dead.

I held his shaking arm in my back, took a big breath of cold air, and in any case, I had to hold my mind in front of this half-breeding child.

“Take a breath, we’ll go to the jail in the palace and tell you what happened.” I’m sorry.

We turned out of the alley, and the lights began to blaze, and the sound was boiling.

For the street, it is too early.

When I get to the bright spot, I see it. The kid, he’s all blood.

The cuffs, the back, the forelock, some of them spattered, some of them scratched.

Whose blood is this?

The flowers cry silently and do not make a sound. They only shiver over their shoulders and wipe tears with their hands.

He said, ‘Boy, they brought with them many, and they beat many, and indeed many were beaten to death. ‘The rich brother fought with them, and now they are in jail.’ I’m sorry.

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.

“The flowers… the flowers… listen to my sister. If they want to lose money, then pay them. I’m sorry.

169

Flowers say when rich and father went to the store, there were not many people in the store.

There are only two squires with a few gruesome cloths.

The books were checked and it was discovered that the cloth was sold three days ago.

The cloth that was sold three days ago, however worn and washed, should not be so worn out.

If they refuse to leave, they will pay him 10 times.

It’s the best cloth in the store, and it’s worth as much as six. Ten times the amount is not a small sum, and it won’t come out for a while.

And they both look like they’re here on purpose.

And the first thing to gain wealth was to comfort them, and to buy them tea, and to give them a cloth, neither of them refused.

It seems that the men have to tear their coffins apart to stop.

The two men then took out an identical piece of cloth and washed it in front of their faces, so repeatedly and repeatedly that they remained intact and there was no loss of hair.

The two men saw that they were selling the shop for real and fake, and sold their remains in secret, so that the noise became even more irreconcilable.

I wonder why there were so many people who called him three.

There’s a man who sprinted his horse and shouted, “These cloths were bought by the three men to honour the old lady’s 50th birthday, but now they’ve lost their share in front of many guests, and they’ve pissed off him. I’m sorry.

He’s in a hurry. This store is his savings and hard work for years. How can it be destroyed?

The men took the stick, stormed the shop, got rich and dad, and tried to stop it.

The two sides shunned and ran into them, and the drumsticks, which had originally fallen on the planks, were gradually transferred to them.

The flower told me that when he was rich and saw the wrong head, he had to run and run to death and couldn’t turn back.

After a moment of panic, he saw the men swinging sticks and beating them with their hands.

He was splattered with blood, awakening his sense of flight, and then he came to me without a breath.

170

“Are you sure about the prison? I’ve confirmed it to the flowers repeatedly.

The flower nods its head and squeals its lips: “Boo, I heard that’s the boy of the groom’s house. I’m sorry.

“How? I tried to give him a little peace of mind, but I couldn’t.

“What do we know about big people, coincidences? I’m sorry.

The flowers shake their heads: “It seems like Qi Qi.” I’m sorry.

I’m at the door of a prison full of confusion.

We went in front of him and the guards asked for information, and we snuck all the cash on him.

He told us that in the evening, two thugs had indeed been taken into custody, who had attacked the son of his husband, and were now held separately.

I’ve heard of it, and at least my life is safe.

“How can you be an attacker? We dared to attack a man who had the guts to do so. I’m sorry.

And the guards were impatient, saying, “How should I know? Don’t wander around at night!” I’m sorry.

I came out in a hurry, I didn’t bring any money, I felt around, and I tried to pull something out of his mouth.

I’d like to take it off, and think about it, and it’s not worth much.

“I have to go back and bring some silver and find a way to meet them. Hana, you go back to the shop and what they did to them. Someone has to watch. I’m sorry.

I split up with him in front of the prison.

I ran all the way to the house and opened the door before I knocked.

She pushed Dad, and she stood in the porch, with her family behind her.

Everyone looks tired and looks at me with concern.

I jumped all the way, and suddenly my heart was quiet, and I caught my breath.

Meng said, “What’s going on? The neighborhood says they’re fighting and they’re in jail. Is that true? I’m sorry.

“I need money, I don’t know how much it takes… They must be hurt, I have to find a way to meet them.” I’m sorry.

She said, “I’ll go and get you whatever you have.” I’m sorry.

Meng said, “I’ll give you my jewelry and my sister-in-law’s jewelry, and I’ll save some silver.”

Brother Fan said, “You’re a woman’s house, bring me the money and I’ll drive you to the wagon.” It’s not a big deal if you’re all out of time. I’m sorry.

We have 300 taels of silver and a box of jewelry rings.

I even went to the back of the kitchen and put my bowl of groceries in the closet while Fan was putting it on the wagon.

It’s too late for him and Dad to come in.

171.

Two hundred and twenty pieces of silver were spent on his mouth, and prison guards only gave me one woman to go in.

I said I wanted to see both of them, but he refused, saying that they were not in the same cell, that they were in trouble, and that only one was allowed to me.

We promised with gratitude, we hesitated, or we decided to see wealth first and hear what he said.

There was a lot of things I didn’t have to worry about.

And now he is afflicted with evil, and after all these years We shall not be blind with two eyes, nor shall We have any Lord.

The guards hit the yawn and opened the door for me.

Richness lay on the straw mattress, heard the opening of the lock and looked up to the neck.

Boy? * He’s got a pair of eyes * and he’s rocking and sitting. *

I ran over, touched his arm, and touched his face: “Where is it? Is it serious? I’ve brought the wound. I’m sorry.

“Shuss–” and his mouth squeezed, “Don’t touch me, I’m in pain. I’m sorry.

“So, where is it?” And I kneel before his bed, and I fell down with tears.

He pointed at the arm without a finger: “This is it. It’s broken. It’s a pain in the flesh. I’m sorry.

I turned on the package and carefully wrapped it up.

“What’s that? @Ambassah: #Feb14 #Feb14 #Feb14

I put on the bandages and wiped my face off, “Eat, gravy, you asked me to keep it. You must be hungry. I brought it. I’m sorry.

He smiled so softly, he seemed afraid that the smile would touch the wound.

“There’s food in prison. What do you think? Bring us a bowl of rice. I’m sorry.

“I’m afraid you’re hungry… will you eat or not? * I’m awake and I’m hot and I’m so busy *

“…to eat. I’m sorry.

He’s got his cheeks on his face and he’s got a big smile on his face.

I held the bowl for him, and he only had to use the well-used handpicked rice.

The viewers look bitter and funny, but we’re the only ones who feel comfortable.

He tried to pull a few sips, stuffed his mouth, chewed slowly and swallowed slowly underground.

“Boy, you’re too big for me. Can you give Daddy some? He’s hurt bad, but I’m young and I’m gonna make it. I’m sorry.

172

We don’t really have enough money to buy another prison guard, and this time alone, we’ve broken our mouths.

These guards seem to have a lot of fear.

“I’m fine, I’ll eat, I’ll get better, I’ll go out and clean up the shop.” These unconscionable slaves broke some of my fabric…”

And We gave him a bowl of water: ‘What kind of man did the flower say, ‘Have you offended him?’ I’m sorry.

“Where did I get offended? A dude like that comes to East City to buy cloth? “The gills are chewing like cattle chewing dry grass, slow and numb.

“That was not an accident, but an attempted attack. It’s not easy to get rich … The court has convicted you of assaulting your son. We’re almost out of our homes, and I don’t think we can buy you out. I’m sorry.

I’m in a hurry to hear the heat of my ears: “What shall I do?

And when he was rich, he pulled his food, and he made it hard to eat, and drank cold water and burped, and asked, “How much did it cost you to hit?” I’m sorry.

“Twenty-two. I’m sorry.

He looked up with surprise: “How is that so much?” I remember that East City was not big enough to meet a few dozen people. I’m sorry.

I did not know at that time that the man who had been wounded by his wealth was the son of the brother-in-law of the death squad, who was said to be in strict custody.

The punishment was handed over by the punishment, rounded to the nearest head. No wonder the jailer refused to bring me here.

Rich and silent. First time I couldn’t tell me how to fix it.

What if he doesn’t know? What can I do?

Who else can save us now.

I think of Yun, I think of him.

And We said to the rich, “I will ask the guards to bring my father his medicine and food, so do not rush, but take care of your wounds.” I… I’ll go find Yun, he’ll find a way. I’m sorry.

And when he looked at me with wealth, he said: My daughter-in-law, I felt wrong. I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with you? “I’ve been waiting for the guards around the corner to wait.

He was squeezing his voice and holding it low, and he was sad: “I should not have hit him. Who knows that it will be like a piece of paper, then he will not strike.” I only have one hand. I’m sorry.

My back was wrapped, and I touched the bruised lump of his face and touched his forehead.

“That’s right. Can a living be beaten for nothing? I’m going to find Cloudy and let him pack up these animals. I’m sorry.

I went out of my cell quickly and feared I would shed tears again.

“Boy. “You have ruined the cloth in the store, you have the flowers, I’m out, I’m short and cheap.” I’m sorry.

And I turned my back to him, and noded my head: Remember, I will say to him tomorrow, “Sleep, perhaps tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

173

I don’t really know where to find Yun, all I know is he lives in the palace, but I can’t get into it.

Brother Fan took me to Sihua Gate, which is the closest gate to us.

It’s the middle of the night. It’s freezing.

We asked not to come in, so we took the rest of the silver and jewellery and asked for forgiveness.

And whosoever knoweth that it provoketh the guard, and smiteth our silver both on the earth, and smiteth us not to stay, lest he be taken to prison.

We had to take the wagon a little further.

Brother Fan told me to go back and say that since he’s out of jail, he’s going to have to open an interrogation.

But I don’t want to. I feel bad. I’ve spent more time in jail with my dad.

I think it’s close to my house. He’s coming to see us.

“Fang, go home, I’ll go home without anyone. You’ll have to open the door and do business tomorrow. I’m sorry.

I’ve talked about it three or four times, and Fan finally wants to go back and leave me the wagon, say it’s cold at night, let me wait in the carriage and sleep.

The towering palace wall stood right behind me, standing in front of the more dazzling palace door, looking at Brother Fan’s back and heated.

The West China Gate is so high that it needs to look up in order to see the top bows. In the daytime, it is bright yellow, the inside side of the door and the arch, painted with varnish, and the chariots that line up inside and out are beautiful and beautiful.

It’s dark and far away it looks more like the mouth of a man, and the light is the honey of the lips that shines around it, and the inner black hole is wide open and the cold wind is pouring out.

It’s not like a “crazy knife” with sandy earth in the western suburbs, it’s more like a wet, cold underground blowing through the body, as if it’s stuck in the body.

174.

This evening, when the army was in chaos, I and many people briefly said goodbye.

I don’t know yet, some people, this is a lifetime.

Then after that, the days of the heaven will never be separated, and I will never see them speak to me and laugh at me again.

At this moment, I hold on to my only possible hope and stand steadfastly at the gates of the palace, waiting for a man who is empty and may not appear.

I told the guards of the city that I knew the Prince well, and I wanted them to go in and pass on a message to me, and I wanted to ask him urgently.

When the guards saw me, they wouldn’t leave, and when the leader wasn’t there, they gathered and heard me laugh.

“You little lady, you know the Prince? Not even a draft. I’m sorry.

“It’s also been said that I’m still going to work in Dongmong. I’m sorry.

My face is hot, and I endure all the humiliations and all the humiliations, and I say, “I know the Prince well, so ask me.” It’s a matter of life. I’m sorry.

I was advised by the elders: “It is not not that we did not help, but our class, our words, will not reach Orient House. I have heard that the Prince has been busy lately. Go back and wait.” I’m sorry.

And I smiled and laughed, and I didn’t say anything, “Go back to the carriage, sit on the side of the car, with frozen hands.”

Only little cloud can save us now. I can’t reach him. I can’t.

I can’t even think about it. What if he goes through another door? What if he doesn’t come out?

Can we wait? Can you afford to be rich?

I don’t know.

This night I am standing at the gate of Sihua, and I know nothing of the warmth and the fresh life that I am losing.

Some things happen so cold.

No warning, silence and cruelty.

When the sun rises, when the bones cool, and when the dust settles, someone will slap you on the shoulder and say, “Leary.”

175

I saw the light when the promise was blinded.

And We thought it to be the morning sun, but it grew and became a fire.

A whole street, like a beehive, blows up in a hum, and gets angry.

And the burning wind covered in ashes, and dazzled into my sight, that is the direction of my house.

I ended up looking back at Westwatergate.

There was no vision, as if there was a gold prison with little human presence.

When I drove back to the house, the fire was already burning at its height, and many men and soldiers were bringing water to put it out.

And the two stone lions at the gate, which were drying out dry vegetables, were blackened and their heads covered with black ashes.

The tablet on the door frame burned half of it, slammed it on the stone steps in front of the door, and the officers dragged it out and wiped out a piece of ash.

I don’t remember how I got off the wagon, how I got in from the crowd of people watching.

And I said to them one word and one word: “I am from this family, and my father and my mother are still in it. Let me come in and see.” I’m sorry.

They stopped me. They said the fire wasn’t completely extinguished. It was dangerous.

The street was a crowded house, which burned six or seven families in one breath.

Survivors everywhere covered with wounds and relatives of children holding or dying or injured were crying.

I’m buzzing in my ears, falling and crashing and even trying to get in.

That’s my father, my mother…

“Sister Bao…”

I was called a lot, I didn’t hear it.

Many wanted to go under the fence, and I went, trying very hard to get in.

They were all sharp, they caught my clothes, and they made a tear, and I didn’t hear it.

Point cut my back, and I didn’t feel it.

“Sister Bao!”

The tearing out of my voice brought me out of the sea without sound or pain, and I saw Meng.

So I got up on my knees and reached out to her, “O Meng, have you seen my parents? They’re out too. Where are they? I’m sorry.

The half of Meng’s face looks like wet and decomposition mud, and most of her hair is burned, with only two big eyes crying.

She’s holding Con, holding me together, hysterical, crying.

And I shuddered and touched my face, and my ears were filled with tears of both.

“Why are you crying? What do you mean?”

176

Years later, I still feel full of regret.

My parents wanted to go with me to see how good it would be if I promised? If only I hadn’t told Brother Fan to come home.

What if I didn’t find Yun in the first place?

How many people are blood on my hands? How many people have I indirectly killed?

The fire burned my parents, and Meng’s only brother and sister.

What did the family do wrong? They have to open the door in East City in the morning, and their kids should be in early school this morning…

Only Xiao Meng, who sleeps very thinly and wakes up to the earliest, can trade her and her children’s lives with burnt flesh before the fire spreads.

Hong’s been crying and coughing, probably smoked.

I flipped out last night’s unexploded wounds and herbs replaced Meng’s belt.

The flesh, which burns out the smell of ripe meat, is stuck to her coat, and once she touches it, she bites her back and shakes like a sifter.

I can’t cry. Tears are salty. If they fall on the meat, I don’t know how much it hurts.

We have nowhere to go. We have nothing but each other and a surviving wagon. We have to sit together and wait for fire.

What are we waiting for? A miracle? Or was it a coincidence?

It was not until noon that the fire was completely extinguished, and the houses burned to pieces, and it was not clear who the family was.

The soldiers were walking around up there, pulling out the carcass of different shapes from under the ruins and putting them all in the alley.

We can burn it in one piece, and some of it’s broken, and we can’t recognize anything.

I don’t recognize my parents. Meng doesn’t recognize her brother-in-law. We don’t even have a family.

We’re in the middle of a pile of odour-smelling corpses that look like they’ve been drained and frozen, and we can’t make any extra moves and faces.

Finally, the soldiers took a count with their logbook, pointing to us and some of the next-door residents.

I reached out and touched the stone lions in front of the house, and suddenly I thought of my tan. We haven’t had time to cook for everyone yet.

I held the head of the stone lion and tried not to fall.

I said to Meng, “We’ve run out of luck, little Meng. Good day. I’m sorry.

177

Meng went back to the West Side with Hong.

The old house keeps letting the flowers look at us, thinking about it, and never thought it would work.

I went to East City Hall to see the guard I saw last night.

“You were here last night. What are you doing here? He was particularly shocked.

And I implore him to deliver me a message, and to give him some medicine, and to make sure that they are not hurt, and don’t worry, I will save them.

“I’m in a hurry. There’s nothing left but a copper thong.

And the guards were staring at the beak that I took from my head, and took it, and said, “Come on, I’ll bring it to you. If you want to save it, try to find a way to stop bothering me. I’m sorry.

We looked at him in his thick, fat hand, with tears.

The thought of being rich, the thought of Dad, the thought of our shop I can’t fall, only I can save them.

I went to the Sihua Gate on foot and I stood at the door and I was afraid to speak directly to the Prince, and I could only shout the name of Xiao Yun.

The guards at the palace gate did not allow me to scream, and if I came to get me, I would run away, and I would scream, and I would scream, and I would scream, and I would scream, in and out of a car.

I begged them to call me Yun and ask him to come out and help us.

Until my voice was swollen and no sound was heard, there was finally a man in front of me in those wagons that came in and out.

I sat against the wall and couldn’t lift a finger.

The man fell down, and I couldn’t lift my head. I could only see the dress of Dylan.

I said, “O Yun, let me tell you something.

“Boo Lee, Wu Fat rich and his son died last night. Your father died of serious injuries and left him alone. Wu had broken Qi’s arm, and Qi changed his private rights last night and died in secret overnight. I’m sorry.

It’s a cloud… not the voice of a cloud, not its tone.

What’s he saying? I don’t seem to understand? At noon, I got the guards to give me medicine and two pancakes to get rich.

“They’re fast. They’re supposed to be premeditated. I’ve been too busy to handle it, and it’s morning to know. I told you you shouldn’t mix up.”

He’s still talking, but I can’t hear him.

I’m too sleepy to keep running. It’s so soft on the ground, I’d love to sleep.

178

It’s as if you’ve been asleep for a hundred years, and there’s only a burning black hole in your head, and I think I can’t remember anyone in my dream.

Someone kneeled at the edge of the bed for a long time, I know, but I was unconscious, I couldn’t lift my neck and I couldn’t speak.

A lot of women I don’t know came over here to feed me medicine and wipe my face.

He kneeled not far behind the bed, and remained still.

These women come and go, come and go, come and go.

and wait for the sun to set on three poles, and for the sun to rise.

I can finally speak with my eyes open.

“Won, are you still in jail? I’m sorry.

He fell down on his knees, moved to the bed, fell on his head, and heard loud and loud.

I slowly remember something, and I slowly lost hope.

The fragrance in the room choked my throat and crushed my chest.

“Where are we? I’m sorry.

Orient House. I’m sorry.

“Where are they?”

“…no more. I’m sorry.

“No more…” I chewed the two words so hard that I chewed like an iron gun and was sweet.

I turned my head over his head, and turned to his head, and said: “O cloud, we are orphans. We have no parents. Your sister and I, we have no husband and father.” I’m sorry.

It’s all empty.

At last, the cloud rose up, and he covered his hair like a piece of soft black silk.

He looked at my face with a thick eye, and there was no tears in his eyes, but it was as red as the blood to drop.

“Boy, you and me, I’m your eternal family.” I’m sorry.

These two words are so gruesome today that I am at last awake that he was never like us.

He’s a prince! Is it hard to save an innocent citizen from prison?

I waited for him all night at the Sihua Gate. Where was he? Did he know when they died?

I thought that I was supposed to scream and cry.

But I can’t move, or regret, or pain, or despair, or resentment.

Enough stuffed, filled up.

In my body, a huge silent explosion, a concussion, shattered everything.

I was unable to bend my neck, and he remained on his knees, leaning forward, and seemed prepared to come to me.

“You’re my family, Yun, but before I met you, I had many. If only you were a prince, you wouldn’t be humbled to be my brother a civilian widow. Don’t kneel down to the living. I’m sorry.

He finally stood up from the ground, standing by my bed, lying by his bed, holding my hand in a little bit of tremor.

He cried, “Boo, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

“No sorry, it’s not your fault. Nothing is your fault. Anyone can say sorry. You don’t have to. I’m sorry.

He flipped out of my hand like he was carrying a fragile flower, with careful wings, and he used to put his cheeks on the pilgrimage.

I touched the hot liquid from his face, and I was afraid I’d be soft.

“If I could die instead of rich brother…”

“You can’t, you’re the prince. You’re a million times more important to too many. I’m sorry.

And the curtains standing on their couches wandered long, and my eyes began to blur.

He covered his wet eyes with my hand, shaking his lips: “I beg you to blame me and curse me.” I’m sorry.

And We said with the silence of death, “I do not blame you; you did nothing wrong, and you are pathetic, and everyone is pathetic.” I’m sorry.

He showed his eyes and his red eyes were filled with sadness and cruelty.

“I will avenge you, I will protect you and Meng and Kang. We will never be bullied again. I’m sorry.

He’s like he’s going to bite his teeth, and he’s going through a coyote.

I saw the cold. Where’s my sweet little brother?

I began to miss the evening many years ago, when my parents sat in the yard in the sun, and the neighbours were talking.

Four of our big kids were crouching in the alley, and Yun was sitting on the sand and writing paintings.

We called his brother, and he got scared, and he came back, and his ass came up, and he smiled.

We asked him what he was drawing, and he said he was painting clouds, his name, and rich brother said it symbolized freedom and happiness…

179

And this is how I comfort myself the rest of the day.

At least we’ve had a good time together, we’ve had a good time, we’ve had a good time.

I’m so glad I brought that gravy with me, at least before I get rich.

Those of us who are afraid cannot starve at any time, even on Yellow Spring Road.

Old Westside says a hungry ghost can’t make it. I think I’ll make a good baby.

I shouldn’t have lived a few years, and he was born first, and I was the best of years old, so I could bully him with impunity.

I stayed at Orient House until I was well.

Xiao Yun buried rich father and father and mother.

I wanted to worship them. He begged me not to come out of the palace and said it wasn’t easy.

He wanted to pick up Meng and Kang, and I begged him not to go, and I even hoped that he would never be involved with them again.

We compromised each other.

We have finally grown up under one roof, but with it is a more permanent and indescribable silence.

I passed over our shop to the flower and little Meng’s mother and son, and Meng cleared out the old shop, restored some savings, repaired the old house, supported each other, ran the store, and had a good life.

That’s good, that’s what it should be.

If it wasn’t for an accident, we should have had that quiet day.

180

When I was able to walk out of bed, I learned the truth about the night from Jun-chun.

If it’s true, it’s true that he died of a violent death.

In the past, he used to use the same way he used to feed himself to press down all the gills and the raging.

Then after his death, every ghost-bearing God of Viper raced for fear, then he was free.

In those days, he was too busy trying to help Yun stop the crowds from coming up with their guns, and he was too busy to help him crush the powerful Seven Kings and prove himself innocent in front of the suspicious officials.

Who would have thought of us? Who would have listened to us?

June asked me if I knew the Queen’s last name and whether I knew the last name of the Queen.

I shake my head and say I don’t know.

He said: The name of the Queen’s mother is Qi, and the name of your husband’s servant is Qi, but as far away, he is a family. When his name was Liu, he personally went to your shop. I’m sorry.

My memory has been very confusing lately, and it was only with him that Fong understood a lot.

It was a premeditated murder that burned down a whole street to kill a family.

It’s true that big people do things, they don’t have to. And they set fire to the fire with their own free will, and then enjoyed it without harm.

And he said, “The man, Liu Sang, has been a scoundrel, and he has seen one another for many years, but he cannot help another.” He is neither of the queens nor of those in authority. He sees nothing but the future, and sees nothing but the good. The Seven Princes and Clouds, he doesn’t care about it. He just wants to find a puppet emperor who can play in the hands, so he can save his life and his fortune. I’m sorry.

“Then he comes to our store…”

“The child I taught will be a plaything in his hand.” On many occasions, Yun did not like him, and he voted for the Seven Princes and turned the spear at us. But he didn’t do it. I’m sorry.

I listened to him calmly and dazzlingly, and I truly felt that this man’s world was not in harmony.

And he continued his speech, and his tone became envious: “I had said that you should not be involved, but that you should have broken up and taken the money to live well elsewhere.” Don’t talk about the inner city. As long as it’s in the royal city, it’s impossible to hide you. He didn’t listen to me. He grew up with his own ideas, but without the ability to match his wrists, and that was his fault, pain and depression, which he deserved. Clouds have always been wise, have mercy on the sky, and are not indecisive, but are an emperor’s material. He just doesn’t want to be here. I’m sorry.

And I said with all my heart: “Your Lord has taught him well. If he were to remain in the suburbs for the rest of his life, he would not be today.” I’m sorry.

The king smiled, and the face of God was a little murmured: “If this is not said, then I will be mocked.” I’m sorry.

“Lao Sang is smart, he has shown loyalty to the Queen, threatened to remove Yun and support the Seven Princes as Prince. He knew clearly that the former prince had been cut off from me by a thin plot, and the Queen knew that the Queen was a genius, and that no one could catch anything. I can’t kill a son without killing her son’s son. Liu took advantage of this and informed the Queen of your existence. The Queen did not intend to threaten you from the outset as chips, and she did not think that you could be of much use. All she wanted was anger, revenge, death, and all she could do was revenge against the man who robbed her. Qijiro’s son was used by her brother General Zi, you understand? I’m sorry.

“Why do you always ask me if I understand, I am illiterate, but not deaf and retarded. “I’m so cold, I laugh, “I know I’m nothing, so I don’t have to explain it so carefully, do I?” I’m sorry.

“That is because I asked of you.” No one else can help him. I’m sorry.

181

Xiao Yun came back late, and nearly ten maids of the palace followed him, and the opening gentleman called his head, and the one who took out the fragrance box was wearing a lantern.

When these men came in, I saw the cloud step into the door of Orient House.

He had his hair tied and his head was a white crown.

Hair beamed, clean and clear, with clear contours and quiet eyebrows.

It’s a little bit stiffer.

I know that he is crowned today and that he has been crowned in the palace.

He turned away from the palace and walked towards me alone, dazzling his eyes.

He said, “Boo, are you waiting for me?” It’s almost winter. Get inside. Don’t freeze. I’m sorry.

We shook our heads: “You have a full Orient House waiting, and I am not missing one.” I’m sorry.

And the radial of his lips was frozen, and he laughed: “Today I and my crown will give you something.” I’m sorry.

He gave me one of the gills, the one I used to wear before I got married, the one I gave to the guards after I got married and went to jail… That’s the one with the copper wire, the police flower, the ugly butterfly.

And he looked at my color, and he was a little dazzling, and said, “You were asleep the other day and you cried for a long time. I think this is it. I’m sorry.

I’ve picked up the gills, and I’ve touched them very carefully: “It’s a gift from you before your rich brother got married, and you’ve been wearing them for years.

I stuck it in the hair room and asked Cloudy, “Is it good? I’m sorry.

He nodded his head and smiled, and his eyes were like a soft and quiet ocean, and he was drowning.

And We said, “How did you get it back when I reached the guards of East City?” I’m sorry.

“Kill it and get it back. He said it calmly.

Did you do that? I’m sorry.

The smile on his face disappeared, like the few woods, cold and quiet, after the bird flew.

“Yes, it’s me. General Qi did not engage in treason. But you know, he has to die. He killed our parents, killed my brother I didn’t want to be a prince, I didn’t want to be an emperor, and now I have to. I’m sorry.

“You’re the one who killed Qi’s house? * I’m going back to my soft bed and I’m going to sit down, like, “This family… no old man or child? I’m sorry.

And he stood in silence, and the candles in the hall covered his face, and it was dark and dark, and it was unpredictable.

“Did Uncle Liu tell you? I’m sorry.

I laughed at myself, laughing: “Who will tell me about this village woman, while you are lying to me?” I’m sorry.

“Your uncle says you’re finally up. He’s happy. But the way of the emperor is one of expediency, and balance, so that you run straight and do nothing but leave behind, and follow only the way of the Lord. I’m sorry.

He whispered, “I know. I’m sorry.

“But I don’t know. I don’t understand these things. June said you’d put those people away for months. I’m sorry.

And he tightened his lips, and his eyes were stiffened, and his eyes were stiffened, saying, “This is what they should remember before they commit evil.” I’m sorry.

“I ask you, are there any innocent old people and children in there? I’m sorry.

Boy! They all deserve to die. You say we’re all pathetic, and I’m sorry. I lost as much as you. As long as you have mercy on me once, even once, I will not live in such pain. I’m suffering every minute I breathe. Why can’t you look at me? We’ve only got each other. Can’t you really look at me? I’m sorry.

His chest rises and falls, and his eyes are covered in blood, and he trembles.

“What do you want me to look at you?” I said, “I’m very slow and I’m very slow.” I’m sorry.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.

In the past, a number of different concerns have emerged.

I cried all over my face with my hands shaking and touching his face: “I’m sorry I haven’t seen it in years. But Cloud, you want to see, I can’t. You know, rich is a good man. I’m sorry.

It was as if a cold water had been poured on him, and he was tired and sitting on his couch: “I knew that if he had not gone, I would have brought it to the grave.” I’m sorry.

“He is here,” and We looked at him with a great deal of serenity.

In the shadows, and in the sight of me, this man, who is in the shadows, becomes the child who paints clouds in the alleys, silently, with a silent silence and mourning in his eyes.

182

Another year of winter, the wind in the west lay on its feet in the western suburbs, shuddering with sand, alone in cold air, and ran into the palace.

I stood at the corner of the hall of Orient House, with a small handplace, looking up at the top of the moon.

And the snow of the past few days continued for a long time, and now the rest is scattered, and there it is, and there it is.

It has been uninhabited for many years and has grown so quiet that it has become a large, standing body.

I heard that two famous princesses died in front and today.

It’s a terrible thing to say. It’s suicide. It’s as if the Emperor’s concubine ended up in the end.

One of the first king’s princesses, and one of the courtesan’s brides, the mother of Yun.

I remember this time of last year when Yun took me to worship his “mother” far from the Great Buddha Temple.

But this year he didn’t go.

The day his mother died, he came to me with a pot of wine.

He apologized to me, saying that the official’s family was in bad shape, and that it was getting worse and worse.

In order to avoid as much as possible the use of the language of the population, it is also necessary to avoid being taught. Until he takes office, we will not be able to show our faces, even if he does not walk out of the palace.

Who else in the palace didn’t know he had a half-old commoner widow? How bad is it? What would the masters say about him?

But even under such pressure, he never offered to send me back to the suburbs.

We haven’t seen each other for a long time since we had a fight.

I’m surprised how big Orient House is and how he managed not to be in my sight for months under the same roof.

I can’t see it, but I know that all I eat and wear, all I eat is by his hand. My words, my actions, my actions, are under his silent eyes.

This is different from imprisonment.

If I want to leave, I think he’ll let me go, too.

But I’ve been in the palace for so long, and I’ve come to know something about him.

And We waited all night for him, and he could not sleep.

When he was kneeling before his house, he was with him in front of all his wives, and he was with them in an absurd act of blood and blood.

It turns out the rumor is true, and the official was really suspicious that he was not his own.

After being humiliated and cleared, he was summoned to the Royal Library by his family.

No one knew what they had said. The saying of the court was a great fight, and his house gave him two slaps.

The sister of the tea said he was in love with his father, put down the mustard and cried with his head down.

Well, I don’t think they’re gonna say it. Nobody’s gonna know.

By the time he’s done with all this, he’ll be late.

I felt sorry for him more and more after the initial grievances had been dispelled.

His obstinacy, his passion… is too late, from the time he was born.

It only makes me feel worse, even more pathetic.

I don’t think I can do any more of his troubles, as long as I’m safe, until he’s safe enough to take over as a new king, then go back to the western suburbs, take little Meng Xiaocang, and live another place.

183

I spent the second time with him on his mother’s death.

We’re sitting in the yard drinking, and we don’t even have snacks.

The only thing that can be used for the wine is the snow, which is cold.

And I was like, “This is the time of last year when the snow was almost gone.” I’m sorry.

Cloud pours himself a glass of wine and looks at the snow crumbs that are floating in the sky: “The plums of the Great Buddha Temple deserve more this year.” I’m sorry.

“Do you have clubs?”

“No, my palace is probably cold enough to grow clubs. “I’ll take you to plum. I’m sorry.

I feel a bit cold, and close to the white, and then I say, “Yun, I’m half old, and maybe not many years to live.” I’m sorry.

“Do you want to live?” I’m sorry.

“No, I’ve been feeling worse lately.” I’m sorry.

And he turned his face, and there was nothing on his face as white paper, but a pair of eyes, heavy ink and black, and heavy sorrow.

“If you don’t want to live, we’ll find your parents. As long as you want to live, this is the palace, with the best medicine, with the best medicine. I’m sorry.

“I didn’t mean that…”

“I know you want to go, but stay with me for a while…” And he said in his voice, “I won’t talk like that again. I’m sorry.

Looking into his eyes, I couldn’t say “good” anyway.

The silence lasted so long that he smiled, first with his head down and he laughed, and slowly turned into a mad laugh.

His eyes were red, his glasses were unstable, and half a cup was spilled on his sleeve.

The west wind, the snow.

The laughter stops, and the harvest grows into a soft and gentle smile, as if it had never been lost.

He didn’t cry, but I saw the nasal acid.

Cloud was wet with a glass of wine on her finger, writing on the table.

“I taught you to write names, remember? I’m sorry.

I thought about it for a while, “I don’t remember…”

“Then I’ll teach you again. You always forget this. I said it’s okay, forget it and I’ll teach it again. I’ll always teach. Will you learn? I’m sorry.

I don’t think I’ve learned to write my name, and I’ve learned to sing poetry right, and I’ll become an official daughter of the wise.

“I can learn but you can’t expect me to learn more, read this, you know, I’ve never been that material. I’m sorry.

He smiled and put down the wine pot, and took my hand, pointing at the snowy courtyard: “This is a great canvas. Let me teach you about it. I’m sorry.

And he folded two branches from the tree next to him, and all the snow on it fell on his shoulder.

The squires were screaming in the gallery and came to help him with his umbrella, but they gave him the harshest repulsion.

Quiet in the yard.

He took two branches and gave me one: “This time, I want to teach you everyone’s name. Who do you want to learn first? I’m sorry.

I looked at him in the shadows.

He raised his lips, and there was no joy in his smile: “I taught you first to write a rich brother, his name is good to write…”

184

I learned to write everyone’s name.

That’s when I remembered that my parents weren’t just my parents, but my name wasn’t just Li Shudo and Chef Li.

They have a pair of names that I write in the snow, twirling each other in peace.

I imagined that they would die in the same way, even if they went to the Yellow Spring.

It makes me feel better.

Half-life, when I’m going back to pen reading, it’s a shock that there are women in the palace who don’t know a few words like me.

It’s a young girl. It’s the Princess of Angry.

Cloud sometimes takes us to a tutor and introduces me to his youngest sister.

The biggest man in this palace is a woman.

But these women have their thoughts and their sorrows, their wives, their palaces, their officers, and very few of them are compatible, and they sometimes play each other’s battles.

There is none but Me and Elysium except that they seek nothing, and that they do not think anything. So they are the same.

Little Cloud is empty, so let’s learn a few words and a poem.

And the clouds are not empty, and we are separate, but we are never close.

I recovered the embroidery, embroidered when I had nothing to do, and much more, and I gave it to Anjo.

Anne gave me back a rat’s weed. I told my handman, who used to be with me, to paint the jade with fresh water.

And when I had to learn to read together, I asked how Anne could last longer.

She said that the weeds will not last. They will only grow on the earth, and they will not live long.

I can’t understand her overzealous love for that garden rat’s tail, but she’s unhappy.

It was not until a short time that it became known that she had been married to the shadows, and that she had taken the grass of the kingdom.

After her death, she returned to the palace with her body and left for only a few months.

Then she knew my past from somewhere, and felt that we were in the same condition, and became more and more.

It’s good to be with each other, comforting, and sometimes reminding me to have tea.

I picked some flowers for the first spring.

Happy stayed at the big cold palace, saw me, didn’t laugh, and gave me a big rat’s tail.

I laughed at her: “How come you’ve got rattails all year round?” I’m sorry.

Angé said: “The raisin has a long bouquet, and it will grow in two months, until winter. I’m sorry.

I smell a fragrance on a grass bean, and the licorice of licorice is soft.

And she said, “You are like a rat’s tail, except for one whom I have seen.” I’m sorry.

I guess that’s what she said: “How?” I’m sorry.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t think you’d sit here like this if you were me. I’m sorry.

And We sat next to her with a rat’s weed, and looked at her young silent face through the smoke of the tea stove.

“I used to think that the Prince’s brother was bitter, but I don’t know why he was bitter, and now I know why I know why we can’t choose where we were born as children. I’m sorry.

She’s all focused, one by one, on the position of the grass.

“How many people in the world want to be royal, we do it, we don’t want to do it, we don’t want to do it. I’m sorry.

When she looked up again, she had a red eye.

185

Fortunately, it’s a little bit less and a little more color in my life.

Now, in retrospect, my life at Orient House, apart from some harsh talk, has been so flat and so thin.

Those perceived malices should have been overshadowed by the harshness of the clouds.

I remember one time, I was raised by a student from Hanlin. I was disparaging.

When I was at the house, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t come down, and I was called to see my wife.

It’s been in my ear for years.

And no one has ever come to me or called me.

He said he’d protect me, he finally did.

As he said, I only have him.

I can’t hate him, I can’t stop pitying him.

We try to forget all the bad things and try to return to the warmth of the past as we have.

We hide the cracks of our hearts, we hold such a broken heart, we approach each other, we warm each other.

But everyone knows that this is just self-deception.

186

I have a handmaiden with me, of high grade.

It’s the most trusted one I’ve ever had from him.

But I thought it was a waste.

Because I can’t find a bottle, but I embroidered it, and when I don’t see my coat in the morning, I call her to ask questions, and the rest of the day she’s like a shadow and she’s on my side.

When Cloud didn’t come, her eyes were on me.

When the cloud came, her heart was filled with tears, and she moved to him.

Girls are the hardest to hide.

It’s been a long time, I can see something.

She likes him, really.

I asked Yun, “Where did you find the painting? I’m sorry.

“Having? “It’s not so bad to give it to my handmaiden. I’m sorry.

And I shook my head and laughed: “How can a living man give it to me? I can’t afford it. Take it back and give me a normal girl.” I’m sorry.

And when I say this, the painting is at my side, and the light of the eye is full of brightness.

And the cloud did not take care of me at all, but commanded me to take good care of me.

The painting looks up and says, “A round little face with a big smile.”

I called her after Yun left.

“How many years have you been with His Highness?” I’m sorry.

She answered with her eyelids down: “There are ten years. I’m sorry.

I laughed, “It’s longer than we’ve been with him, but it’s so much more. I’m sorry.

She fell down on her knees in fear: “The girl laughs, she does not dare, and her slave and her master talk about love.” I’m sorry.

I hate the way they used to kneel down and stretch out their hands to her, saying, “Thank you for taking care of him for so many years. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think he had a single heart around him.

And a moment later, he said, “I know that the girl is a good person, but if you do not go, stay in the palace, so that His Highness will be happy. I’m sorry.

“Paint the jade. * She won’t get up, I’ll just sit down and look at her. *

“I’m in pain with him all the time. Do you want him to be sad? I’m sorry.

Painting jade on his lips.

“So, when I leave, no one knows if he’ll meet someone he really loves. Before that, I want you to help me love him. I’m sorry.

“Why can’t you stay with the Crown Prince?” Every year he goes alone to see fireworks, and he really wants to see them again with you.”

I stopped her from going on and whispered, “Golden, you said that’s useless. You and I are not his kind, but if you don’t ask too much, maybe you can spend the rest of your life with him. And I, I left him, was the best result for him. I’m sorry.

187

The painting was a good-hearted child and 10 years ago she was given to him as a little girl, younger than Yun.

I didn’t know how they had come over the decade, so I asked for lots of paintings.

She told me that when the time was not ripe, she would not be able to bring him back to his ancestors, but would wait and wait for him.

He began to live in the most remote courtyard of the palace, covering his ears as a distant relative of the housekeeper, without permission or permission.

He had tried to escape in the early years, and he had escaped several times. He had been taken back. He had a fight.

The poor thing was that he was only a child of several years old, with few methods, and the most common is a hunger strike.

He was very hungry, and he often came to give him rice soup.

Jun-hyun, who is in fact well-being, is always tired of preaching to him about what is new and what is new and what is new, and has promised him a chance to see us again as long as he is able to see the sun and return to the palace to take his rightful place.

Little Vincent did it, too.

But things were never as simple as he thought.

The only way to go is to go black.

He came from darkness, passing through a short bright day, and returned to it.

During this period, no one pulled him.

He only wants to impose his will on him, and we have no knowledge or ability to redeem him.

I remember when he was 11 years old, sneaking out to my wedding party and to see how we were doing.

He told me to live a life in peace, and he’ll be my mother forever.

What’s the mood for this child, who is much older than I thought?

I didn’t realize until now that he never called my sister again.

The longer it takes, the more I think about it, the more I feel all wrong.

I was born retarded and confused, killing myself and more.

The dress he gave me was buried in that fire with something inside us.

188

I want to talk to him again more than once.

But he’s always so sharp that he can smell different things, so he can change the subject so cleverly, and he’s so smooth.

In fact, he’s very rarely with me, and he’s too busy, helping people to stay away from Orient House for days.

All I can do is to stay out of the house, keep out of the way, keep out of the way, keep out of the way.

Sometimes he comes back, always after.

I waited a few times for him to finally get an opportunity to talk to him.

He had a cold fever, and he couldn’t stand it. He fainted in the Royal Library and came back for a day of rest.

I burned ginger tea to knock on his door.

And he sat from the bed, and he was red, and he coughed on his lips.

I’ve come with the painting, and I’ve been doing my best, but as soon as I’m here, I’m always going to be his handmaiden, and I’m going to take care of it.

She went to the closet to pick up a dress for the clouds and then went around and closed the doors and windows.

And I sent him ginger tea, and asked, “Did the doctor see it? I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, it’s a problem, it’s been drugged.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him with his hands on the bowl, and I was like, “Ginger tea with his hands on his neck, his throat rolling, and he looked stupid.”

The day before yesterday I was thinking about talking to him, and it was too late to say anything.

I sent the painting outside, and later I saw him drink all the ginger tea he had put me through and wipe his mouth with a furry pap.

“Do you have anything to ask? I’m free today. I’m sorry.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that he might be more conscious than I.

And I sat by his couch, and said, “What is it that is so old? You came back a few years ago and took everything I gave you. I’m sorry.

And he held his hand in his hand, and his hair dipped, and he said, “I have it for me, and this is the best. It’s not very common, it’s just with you.”

He spreads his hand or the white-washed handkerchief, and he can no longer see it.

I wonder, “Why this piece alone?” Because that’s the first handkerchief I ever embroidered to you? I’m sorry.

And he leaned upon it, laughing, “Yes, it means a lot. I’m sorry.

189

I feel like I shouldn’t go on with this, but I’ve changed my mind and asked, “I’ve heard that the former dynasty has begun to prepare for your accession to the throne. I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s my father’s idea, but it’s no small matter and it’s not ready for a while.” I’m sorry.

“Why would he do that? “I wonder where the emperor, who is still alive, will prepare for his son’s accession to the throne?”

The clouds laughed and said, “Perhaps it was urgent to relieve the burden. The father’s body was very bad.” I’m sorry.

He was so old that he had learned to be angry, and I can’t see whether he was sad or cynical.

Me and him, face-to-face, can see, can’t touch each other.

“You have to love yourself and not stay up late. I’m sorry.

“Boy, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I’d like to ask you. I’m sorry.

I haven’t asked my question yet. He’s preemptive.

And We said: Ask thou, verily I speak the truth. I’m sorry.

“Is it really possible that I didn’t? * His eyes are dark and he has a tiny pink cheek, like a young man in shame, but he has a different face. *

“You know how many years I’ve been hiding? If I don’t ask, I’ll be upset. If you’ve had a good time with Fat Chai before, I’d love to. But now I think I can always try again, first of all. I can’t. After all this time, I want to ask you, will you give me this chance? I’m sorry.

My lips are wide open, and he has cut off my speech.

He sits up, he leans forward, and his face is redder: “No, but give me a chance to be as good to you as a man in court, not as your brother.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him in silence and had no idea how to ask what I wanted to say.

Until he held me in his red ear, and I shrunk down my shoulder.

He probably thinks I’m gonna break free and hold my back and hold me even tighter.

I can hear his heart beating too much and breathing too fast, thinking about his past, and his heart is so soft.

I don’t know what he looks like out there. He’s with me, he’s just a harmless, soft boy.

My mother used to say that once you pity a man, it’s the beginning of a heart.

It must be acknowledged that there are moments when it is really difficult not to move.

I put my hand on his back and I didn’t speak.

And he put his burning cheeks on my ears: “Baby, at least give me a chance. I’ll try it. If you’re leaving after I take the throne, I’ll send you home. I’ll live the rest of my life without worrying you. I’m sorry.

He was soberer than I was, and I was just hoping that when I left, I’d let go, be a good king, marry a good wife, love myself.

I don’t have to ask. I said, “Really? I’m sorry.

He said, “I will never lie to you, for I am serious.” I’m sorry.

190.

It’s always good and bad.

On the other hand, Yun needs to serve his ill health, while on the other hand, he has to go to government.

Even with an associate, she’s still struggling.

But he came to me with a little talk, not too much enthusiasm, but with me.

I embroidered, and he read and wrote, and sometimes he played swords.

Happy has tea with me and he’ll talk to us.

It’s a festivities day. His real mother’s birthday is coming.

We talked about giving him a birthday alone.

Angle said she had nothing to hold on to, and then had to put a rat taillight on her brother.

I said I wouldn’t know anything, so I’d have to give him a gold-lined thong.

Huen made fun of us. Whatever you say, it’s the hardest thing to get together.

He’s got a lot of time, he’s got a lot of fun, he’s got a paper and a pen to teach us.

I’ve had a hard time with Anne and I, too, waved my head off.

And Xiao Yun said, “Ely, don’t get lost. Your brother doesn’t need you to be good at it. Didn’t you learn well? There’s been no supervision lately. I’m sorry.

“The Prince has something to do in my palace. I’m sorry.

Xiao Yun couldn’t stop her, turned around and blinked at me with a blindfold.

I had to raise my hands: “Can’t I learn yet? He’s got to go to school at his age. I’m sorry.

He heard the eyebrow spread out, and handed me a pen with ink on it: “Do not learn new, forget old.” I’m sorry.

I took the pen, and I don’t know how to spell it.

“And what else?” He was walking close, “I remember teaching you more than that.” I’m sorry.

He looked down and looked at it, and he said, “Well, there are two wrongs. I’m sorry.

“…and I’m old and I have a bad memory. I’m sorry.

He struck me on the forehead with a pen, saying, “Who is not 30 years old?” I’m sorry.

“I said, I can teach you as long as you like. If you really want to go one day, I’ll write you. How do you want to see it? I’m sorry.

“Will you write to me again? I’m confused.

He whispered, “Yes. I’m sorry.

Yeah, and even if I had to go, I could write to him.

191.

“Then teach me again. I’ll learn. I’ll learn. * I’ll spread him a paper and look forward to it *

He took the paper, he took the paper, he took the pen, he took the wrong word from me and told me.

I’ve never learned so seriously that I’ve written three pieces of paper in one breath.

It’s been written and sent to him in a hurry.

I’m glad I’m so good at learning, and the more I look at my brows, the more I look at it, the more I look at it, the more I look at it, the more I say, “Boy, don’t write so much later.” I’m sorry.

I was staring at his face, “What’s wrong with working hard?” I’m sorry.

I just wanted to learn to write.

He’s got a little bit of an eyebrow, and he’s like, “It’s nothing bad, you know, you’re too bad, you’re too bad, you’re too much of a word, you know, you’re like a obscenity, you’re like a monster. I’m sorry.

“Ah…” And I cried and took it back and realized that the last word and the one that Yun wrote was 1008,000 miles away, and it became my own weird shape.

I went back to practice with my head down, and Yun came to see it, and I couldn’t see it.

Every time I had a lean head, he would hold my hand and turn back.

Three or four times, that’s better.

I wonder whether he is too warm in his hand, or whether his face is too close to me. My hand in a pen is sweating, so I say, “I remember that I should be able to write for myself.” I’m sorry.

“No wonder, the brush is wrong.” I’m sorry.

He’s rowing. Let me do it.

And I was too eager to take it out because I was trying to cover for the strangeness of my heart.

Instead, it made him more determined to correct my position, to put my finger in the right place, to put it in the right place in the pen, and then to circle my hand, to continue writing with me while I was writing.

My heart fought for a while, and I found a hole, and I went right under his arm, and I held him tight.

“Won, did you do it on purpose?”

And he smiled, and his eyes were black, and his eyes were blinded by a fox-like twilight, and he opened his hand: “Did I not hold on to what you had said about giving me a chance? I’m sorry.

It took me a long time to say, “You have changed.” I’m sorry.

He left his pen behind, and his eyes were heavy, but he was watery: “Why do you lie to yourself when you should have found it? I’m sorry.

‘Cause you never treat me like a man in your bones. He didn’t expect me to answer, he asked himself.

I knew what to do with a stone on my feet. It wasn’t my foot, it was my stupid shame.

What he had said before was that he had been given an opportunity to rise to the throne, and as long as he felt that he had tried, he was willing to give up.

What am I doing?

I tried so hard to keep my back straight so I could look like I had a good heart.

He got up in a good mood and left: “Don’t forget to give me a belt, and I’ll testify.” I’m sorry.

I said yes to his back, and then I saw his whole back spread out and walked out the door.

192

The day he was born was a good weather, and it happened to be clear, 10 million miles.

Cloud says it’s best to watch the moon.

We went to the deer table together, and it was only four people.

You can’t sit down for half an hour.

We sat around drinking and carefully avoided all the bad things, reminiscently reminiscent of the past and speaking.

I had half a glass of wine, a little drunk, and I opened the chat box.

“You were very nice when you were a kid. I’m sorry.

“What’s a good idea? I’m sorry.

“It’s good to see that you sit on the threshold, and you don’t look like a real living person. I’m sorry.

And he smiled, and looked at me, “That’s a bit of a mess. I’m sorry.

“No, no, no. I waved, “That’s the best-looking kid I’ve ever seen in my life.” I’m sorry.

Even now, he’s the best-looking man I’ve ever met.

A humble man who is as warm as a plentiful, as a cedar covered with thick snow, and is revealed in a white colour, so that he may not be able to see.

“Is that good-looking now, or was it good-looking before?” He looked at me very carefully.

And I said, “When I was a child, I was cute, I grew up handsome, and I had every look.” I’m sorry.

And he laughed, and he had eyes, like a pool of starlight.

“I’ve never heard you exaggerate about me…” he thought, “Just like he ate a bag of honey in a breath.” I’m sorry.

He’s the only one who’s going to use this metaphor: royal children, what kind of sweet cake can’t eat, why do you have to eat the usual sweet honey?

193.

We’ve been raising a cup in each other’s hearts.

Love in this world is light and heavy.

I can’t help it. I can’t help it.

If that’s possible, how would I want my only brother alone?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if a woman could walk into his heart and be with him?

I look at the painting and shake my head.

It’s not like you’re alive.

And We called her near, and held her hand: “It is good to see that Maek is with you all these years, and that you should serve him with all your due diligence. I’m sorry.

Paint a node, snout towards clouds.

But little cloud did not look at her, and she was calm and calm, drinking as water.

Then We said to him, ‘True servants are rare, do not wrong her.’ I’m sorry.

“I know what to do. And he said, “Golden, get another pot of wine, and go down and wait. I’m sorry.

The painting is so quiet, it’s so cold and cold.

When did my father die? I’m sorry.

I’m intuitive, I’m unconscious, I’m on the edge of the wine.

“In fact, he entrusted me with military power a few days ago, and he was in the process of preparing for the Great Commandment. He looked at me, “You know what that means? I’m sorry.

I tightened my back and decided to continue this silence.

And Xiao Yun went on to say, “This means that I have decided that he is alive and dead, and that he has no desire to live.” As soon as the medicine breaks, he’ll be free. I’m sorry.

When I was eight years old, I could not eat for eight years without my brain, and suddenly came to me with an absurd thought, and looked at him in panic.

“Yeah, I hate him, but I didn’t kill him. I was afraid he was dead, and I had to take over, and I had no reason to keep you. I’m sorry.

He lamented his breath and laughed in the loud words of his first wake-up dream, saying, “Boy, it’s ridiculous. My love for you is a way of offsetting my hatred for him.” I even wanted him to live a hundred years and be his emperor. I’m sorry.

The shattering ocean came to the top, sewd my mouth, tied my feet and left me sitting in front of him like a puppet.

“You’ve learned a good word. You can write. I’m afraid it’s too late to say anything. I’m sorry.

He looked at me, but he did not look at me, and his eyes were only on my bellies.

“You’ve been wearing this monkey for years. I’ll give you that swagger. You haven’t worn it once, have you? You loved it so much that you gave it to the guard to save him. I’m sorry.

He carefully touched the line on the wine pot, put alcohol on his fingertips, and unprovokedly revealed a sense of despair.

“I think the only thing I’ve done right in my life is to get this thong back for you, and all the rest is wrong. It is too late to make up for this. I’m sorry.

I finally got my voice back: “We don’t want to talk about you today.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t mention it now. When will it be? His pupils are like a silent, sad lake, blinking, and a small, restraining force.

“Boy, it’s been a year. They’ve been gone for almost a year. You’ve been with me for almost a year. I’m sorry.

I had a tremor in my heart, and then I said, “Mun, I’m eight years old.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t care. I’m sorry.

“I’m just an ugly, rude country widow. I’m sorry.

“I said I don’t care. You look better to me than a woman in the whole world. I’m sorry.

I think he’s hopeless. When he’s young, he always takes love very seriously, and he always sees his lover as a Western Sphinx.

It’s only when you’re older that it’s important to match.

I didn’t mean to trust the old man, and I taught him, “Mong and Kang are waiting for me, and they’re rich and they’re waiting for me.” I used to be busy doing business, and I wanted to go to the river, and I didn’t have a chance, and now I’m going to take their share. I’m sorry.

At last he stopped talking, and the light in his eyes became clouded with fog, and the dark lake was frozen.

The clouds were facing their heads, their hands shivering and drinking, and watching carefully, their faces had not changed but they were drunk.

“I’ll write, I’ll write.” I’m sorry.

“Good. He smiled slowly and silently, as if he was going to melt in the moonlight, “Remember to write to me.” I’m sorry.

I watched him fall asleep on the table, and I finally decided to walk over and touch his forehead, and then I felt hot, and I was so busy calling for a painting and holding him back to the palace.

194

I finally didn’t ask him about the princess.

I was told I was a slut in front of the harem, and I heard them whispering in private, and I found it funny.

I wanted to see him start a family and see his princess so I could rest assured.

But he won’t. I know everything. I can’t say anything.

I even felt that it was my presence here that prevented his marriage. Maybe the sooner I leave, the sooner his life gets back on track.

Like I wouldn’t stay, he understood everything, so he never said anything to force me to stay.

It’s been almost a year since everyone left. I have been able to stop feeling too much sorrow.

Previously, the fragile heart had been strung from this time to death.

To this day, the world knows best about us. There is no one else but one another.

I have recently missed Meng and Kang, and I’d love to see them, but I’m afraid that something will go wrong before Xiao Yun takes over.

195.

Days have snuck away and the weather has cooled down.

At the end of the summer, Clouds walked into Orient House.

And the moment I saw him, my first feeling was that it was easier than walking on a heavy journey, and it was easier to unload the burden.

He did not return to his task, but he looked at me in haste, and then he put his head in the study, and left Orient House in the evening.

I think he’ll be busy for a while.

As I have heard, the first emperor will be buried soon, and he will be taken over, and may be held later, then for three years.

Exactly. Three years, but no one will force him to marry.

I waited at Orient House, and I stood my ears open and listened to all the strange clouds outside of Orient House.

Only two days after the news of the death of the first emperor came to light, Orient House was under siege, and after the funeral I went to see her and said goodbye.

She held me in tears and told me not to go. She and the Prince brother would be upset.

I comforted her for a long time, promised that she would write to her, and told her to go and talk to her.

In the run-up to the grand jubilee, I once again called for a painting, a long talk and a lot of talk.

She promised me she’d stay with Yun and protect him and be his loyal servant for the rest of his life.

I’m actually surprised by her timid and faithful love and ask her why.

She’s been selling five or two silvers to her parents since she was a kid.

It was her right to act as a good person, to take care of her, and then to see her, that she gave her to Yun, with the intention of keeping her eyes open and watching him.

Xiao Yun didn’t like her at the time, but to get out, he had to cheat on the painting first.

He’s smart and he’s smart, and he’s very smart.

Every time he escaped, he was beaten for this.

It is only natural that Clouds will protect her from the whips.

It is at the age of Shao Ai that the love of a young woman has taken root in this return.

“Girl, the Prince is the most kind man I’ve ever met. She said that the whole person was glowing and her eyes were filled with bellies.

I was groaning, and I thought she was something like Yun.

Some things, too obfuscated, too long, become another thing that is not clear, except that they are stubborn fools who think they are true love.

I can only advise her: “Do not be greedy, do not ask for more.” I’m sorry.

She solemnly answered.

I’ve done my last thing, my last words, and I’ve never been as calm as I am.

It’s like the nightmares are spreading, and I’m dying, and I have to look at it and see it.

196.

A while after the Great Gaelic Festival, I thought he was busy, so I packed up and called the next public to the new Emperor.

Almost two months later, I finally saw him.

And he was also in a radiant garment, and he came to me with his footsteps.

As he moves, he can’t see in the sun, and I give him the belt on his waist.

I carried a little package and I laughed at him quietly.

He also smiled.

We grew up a decade ago in the middle of the western suburbs, and the autumn and the sun of the palace made us separate.

There’s a thin hook in the sun, and it’s like all the mud, and there’s blood and tears, and there’s nowhere to go and there’s smoke.

“Where are you going?”

“Go to the suburbs first. I’ll pick up Meng. I’m sorry.

“I’ll give you a ride. I’m sorry.

I did not refuse to take me out of town when he changed his clothes and dressed up.

“Mun, you’ve just taken over, in case you leave the palace…”

And he took the rope, and said, “My safety is protected, but they are told not to come out, so I can drive you to the carriage.” I’m sorry.

And I took his hand, which he extended, and said, “How does the word say that teach the King of the Nine-Fifty to drive me, and that the people of the world can’t dream good things.” I’m sorry.

197.

We met Qi Hong in the alley, and he knew Zi Yun, and he knew him for half a day before he came forward.

Yun got off the wagon and waved at him: “Chang. I’m sorry.

Little Hong heard that he was convinced that his little arms and legs were full of teeth and claws, and ran into his arms and called his brother with a clear mouth.

Little Yun-Long smiled: “Good boy, I didn’t think I’d be a brother or an aunt. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t get a word, but little Meng went out, saw me, and started crying.

I couldn’t find a way to deal with her little sister, even running around holding her hands and feet.

The wind lifted her veil, fell on her shoulder and showed a terrible half-face scar.

And We put on for her the veil, and she tried so hard to stop her tears, and she said, “Don’t bother me, I am happy that you will not return.” I’m sorry.

“Well, don’t cry. I’m not coming back? I touched her skinny shoulder and said, “Didn’t you say when you were little you wanted to ride to see the savannah? We’re free now, and I hear there’s a complication… and if we can’t afford it, we’ll go to the savannah. I’m sorry.

Meng smiled when he cried and cried. “How old are the children? I’m not a child anymore. You don’t have to tell me that. I’m sorry.

And I waited, and I said, honestly, “Oh, that’s what I thought. It’s not too small now. It’s no big deal. We can go wherever we want. I’m sorry.

Tiny Yun sits in his arms with his child while he listens to us and touches a bag of honey from his sleeve and puts it in Kang’s hand.

Little Emperor Meng tried to get down on his knees, but we held him together.

“Vanchang, get down here and don’t pull people’s clothes, how dirty are your hands?” I’m sorry.

Xiao Yun had to cover Kang’s ear: “Son Meng, don’t kill the child. You don’t have to be rude. Call me Yun. I’m sorry.

He cuffed the stains on his face and tried to stop, and took his hands off his child ‘ s hair, which seemed difficult to open.

“I’m actually here to ask you personally. I’m sorry.

There was a sound of wind, sand and gravel and sand.

Xiao Meng was staring at him without saying anything, and I approached her quietly and feared that she would do something unexpected.

She pulls out a smileless face, pulls on her burned cheek skin and shrunks with a fleshy mud and looks funny.

“I don’t blame you for what?” She stood up and said, “Don’t blame yourself. It’s not funny what the living people do for the dead.” I’m sorry.

We know that little cloud is prepared to bear all the curses, and that he is prepared for countless possibilities.

How many days and nights have passed without a good sleep, and how many times have the fear and guilt of falling into the sea have ended up with a “no sense.”

“I can’t say beautiful things and I don’t know what you’ve been through this year.” But if you can’t fix it, let it go. It’s always fun to live. I’m sorry.

It’s still cloudy and he’s left his shirt full of frosting, and it’s a long time to say, “Yes, it’s interesting to live.” I’m sorry.

“Chang, Fan used to be a sugar man and I’ll buy you a lot of candy, okay? * He rubbed his cheeks on his dirty little face and smiled. *

Con says, “Take a date and feed it to him.”

And Maun made fun of him, saying, “Shall I teach you to read and write later and see you marry a wife and have children?” I’m sorry.

The child, like Yun when he went to see a lamb, wondered why he wanted to marry a wife and have a child, and when he smiled, he thought it would be a great thing to say yes.

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Meng will take the children who are stuck to clouds and take them back and say they’re going to cook for us.

I wanted to help her, but she didn’t want me to go around with Yun.

I wonder who took me out of the kitchen and told me to take him around.

We went to the old house, just next to Little Meng’s house, and I heard that the flowers were just moving away, but not too bad.

The gray wooden door sounded sharp and pushed it into another picture.

There are people in the yard that should be broken.

A bunch of kids, big and small, and I looked at one of them, “Flowers.” This is…

The skinny, dark young man got scared and got out of his children’s piles and walked the sidewalk: “Boy, listen to me. I never had a chance to tell you this. I’m sorry.

“What do you mean, my family turned into abandoned homes?” I’m sorry.

The flowers scratched their heads hard: “It’s not just children, it’s old people in the house. I’m sorry.

We followed him into the house, and now we have a mat of grass in the place where he used to put the little wooden bed, with a few old men with white hair lying on their backs.

The smell of sour stench snorts, like nighttime water, and it’s all over the place, and it’s not going to pass.

The clouds were silently frowning, standing in front of the door, which he once could not reach, and the crown almost touched the beams of silk and dust.

And the flower said, “This is not a good time. We moved out. I thought you would come back and live with Meng, and the old house was empty. I picked up some of the people who were in the shacks on the tree.” I’m sorry.

Xiao Yun asks: “How many trees are so homeless?” I’m sorry.

“That’s more than enough. I don’t want anything to move. These, old ones can’t walk anymore. A few outside, too small. It’ll be winter soon, or I’ll freeze to death. I’m sorry.

I was naturally aware of the situation in the western suburbs, and thought it was a good thing, so I complimented him for his good work, and if I was able to clean up the garden of the rich, I would take up more elderly children.

Xiao Yun listens silently and sits in the middle of a moaning old man, asking the right: “Do you have children?” I’m sorry.

“What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

Cloud patiently repeated it.

The old man stood out like a twig and stood up like a twig: “Well, there was one, and a few years ago he died of war. I’m sorry.

When he was heavy, he turned to the left and said, “Do you have children? I’m sorry.

The old man smiles like a few wrinkled bones in his naked chest. It’s like he’ll be wearing a broken flesh at the next minute, stabbing out.

“What a fart!” He spitd out in front of Cloud, and said, “Where can we marry without money, who will give birth to his son?” I’m sorry.

And the flowers whispered, “Tompe’s temper is a bit strange, but not bad. We helped us when we first came to the suburbs.” He worked so hard for money, he drank so much, he didn’t save one, he got sick when he was old.”

Screams were raised in the courtyard, which became a mess, and then the baby cried out.

The flowers smelled, and it didn’t take time to tell us again, and he ran out and grabbed a small, big, big, big-headed baby, and he said, “You’re bullying Yuanbao again! Can’t you learn better every day? I’m sorry.

We’ll be right behind him, and we’ll pick up the kids who are on the ground crying.

Another seven or eight children whose noses are dirty and unrecognizable, staring around him curiously.

Huen took out his pap and wiped the snot on his face, softly asking, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“They want to rob my buns. I’m sorry.

“Where’s the bun? Little Cloud picked up his tight hands and said, “Look, no one will take you. I’m sorry.

Wonbao’s hand is half a piece of a dead-faced piece of bread, drying up the edges and falling out of dust.

“Eat this.” I’m sorry.

The little guy looked at his eyes and saw that he wasn’t unusual, and he put a bun in his mouth, and licked his lips, and said, “So sweet, thank you.” I’m sorry.

And I was sore and funny, and crouched down, and I said, “You don’t have to hide it, but I’ll buy you something fresh and hot, all of it.” I’m sorry.

“Really? I’m sorry.

“Really. Little Cloud rounded his little hand with his hand, “Remember the sweet smell, don’t forget it forever. I’m sorry.

Xiao Yun gave all the silver and gold with him to the flowers to prepare for the food.

Having spent more than one hour with the little beggars who had no parents and had not even come back for dinner, he was alone and had to go back to the palace without a word.

It’s kind of weird, not like he does in his day.

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I was going to go as soon as I could and as late as I could.

Meng felt hasty, and I didn’t say much. Turn around and pack.

The store is in the hands of flowers, and his brothers and sisters are old enough to help.

We really don’t have anything to carry, but we’ll just have three days to clean up and clear up.

I packed up some of my parents and some of my wealth and I was going to go outside town and worship them, and I went straight to the side.

Before we got there, Cloudy himself came to the western suburbs and delivered us with a dusty wagon.

“The horses and the cars are the best, and I’ve got what I can give in the carriage, and you go out, don’t be rich, be careful.” I’m sorry.

Flowers and a few big kids help us carry things to the wagon.

I stood by the wagon and asked, “Why didn’t you say goodbye the other day?” I’m sorry.

There’s a couple of kids in front of my house playing on the leaves, with their butts around.

Xiao Yun looked at them, and said, “Boy, they have no parents, no one loves them. The child named Yuanbao is also an abandoned baby. I’m sorry.

He turned to me and looked at me: “The poor in the western suburbs have no choice but to keep having children, to throw them away as soon as they are weak, and to bring them out early to feed their families. I’ve seen it in the big tree, and last year was a smooth and unhurt year, and so many people have been displaced. It would have been worse if it had been an old disaster. I’m sorry.

We’ve been very lucky since our fathers and grandchildren began this situation. I’m sorry.

“So it’s not ridiculous? The western suburbs, which occupy nearly half of the land on the map of the capital city, have not been seen for nearly 100 years, except for recruitment taxes. “You’re right, we’re very lucky, and I’m capable of bringing it to more people now.” I’m sorry.

The wagon was packed and Meng took Hong to the carriage.

The three of us look at each other and nobody moves.

The clouds laughed and hastened, “Look what you have done, get on the wagon.” I’m sorry.

He took us to the carriage, and Hong jumped out, and held his arm, and said, “Do you not come with us?” I’m sorry.

“I have important things to do. I’m sorry.

“But you said to teach me to read and write. “The tears of the little kank.

“Bob is half my apprentice, she teaches you, it’s me. I’m sorry.

We opened the curtains and listened to him, and it wasn’t good.

I choked and said, “No need to send it. I’m sorry.

“Well, don’t send.”

“The days ahead are long. Don’t be a short-lived emperor. I’m sorry.

He smiled silently: “I did my best, remember to write to me.” If you can come back one day, I’d like to give you one of the good suburbs. I’m sorry.

The yellow sand and the autumn wind soak, perhaps this wind can pass by the ancient days, all over the dome, scrape away the filth and make a secure world.

I looked at the alley that we had walked a thousand times, and I only saw him in the back of his head, and he was far away, and his pace was heavy and steady, and never turned back.

Twenty-six years of Twilight Autumn Minga, I was separated from my only brother.

Looking back at this indescribable half-life, the insinuity of the sea, the love of grace, and the long-lasting wind and sand.

200.

We went to the edges and we saw the prairie of our hearts.

So there is such a vast and endless sky, a soft and dense flock of sheep like clouds, and an unstoppable mountain.

Such a sight will be enough to shake the soul, and there will be no more sight.

And this time the herds of cattle and horses on the prairie are ready for winter.

We were going to go a little further before the winter. Who knows if they are catching up to the winter, has to find a herd of herder’s tents to hide from the snow and wait for the winter to pass.

We have learned to drink goat milk, we have learned to catch cattle, and we have taught our bystanders to cook tea and make greasy cuisine.

I’ve heard of the new Emperor’s amnesty.

This year, it’s Bocon.

After the winter, the snow on the pastures quickly melted, and quickly sprung up into a vast oceany shallows, with the greening of stars.

We bought two horses and learned how to ride horses from the beginning, so we fell apart and had a swollen nose.

After three or two months of suffering, it was finally possible to ride in the wild.

Little Meng’s wish is indeed the best, and is there anything more comfortable than running on a prairie prairie?

We fell in love with this place, and our plans to go and play in Gangnam were put on hold.

Meng told me that in a few years’ time, Kang would cross the back of a horse and buy him a pony ride and the three of us would leave somewhere else.

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When he was 10 years old and had his own little red horse, he became less talkative, sometimes riding on his own horse to go up the grassland, and sometimes after me asking questions about clouds.

Then we went to Gangnam, where we lived for two years, and we saw smoke and rain, rain and snow, and heard that the officials and the shamans were in contact, and we were in marriage.

At one point, many of the merchants went to the border in a foolish attempt to look at the foreign world and do the business of the Decepticons.

At last, I wrote to Yun to give a brief account of these years’ experience and to advise him not to reply.

Because we’re about to leave, and we’re going to raze the land, and see if they’re really blue-eyed.

Later, we settled in another piece of the prairie.

Because there’s a lake that’s pure and quiet like a mirror, blue and beautiful.

Years later, when I was old enough to be able to get on the saddle and experience the fun of running, I finally received a long letter from a different age.

The letter is a familiar handwriting, stronger and stronger than it was.

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See the letter.

Paul, I’m writing to you under the plum tree of the Great Buddha Temple.

This year’s plum is beautiful, like when I first brought you here.

I haven’t written to you in a long time. It’s been seven years since I last received your letter.

I also sent you a letter, which changed from one generation to another, which was not delivered to you and returned.

So I won’t bother you again.

I remember when you said that Con had another pair of twins and that you and Meng were already grandmothers of three children.

I’m happy for you. It’s a great pleasure.

I have recently been losing memory, and many things have been lost, but the memories of you in the past have become clearer and clearer in my dying mind.

I’ve just had my 50th birthday, and the kids have given me a very good birthday party.

Moe’s kids have been able to slow down.

He’s a naughty kid. He likes to pull my white beard.

If you were there, you’d like her.

Painting Jade left last year, and in previous years, she stopped an assassin for me, was seriously wounded, was in a pot for years, and finally I left.

I feel sorry for her. I haven’t been able to get her through the last day.

The Queen is still strong and the children are healthy.

After many years of walking, I thought that I would rise to the throne for nearly 30 years, and I would not fail.

The people take the lead in matters, Jesús.

Every effort has been made to avoid the presence of many soldiers and to protect the country for decades.

You can rest assured that I’ve spent the rest of my life in good conscience.

The doctor says that my heart is already in a state of shock, and that the pain has been in my chest from time to time in previous years.

When it’s hard to sleep in the back, I think about the days you’re still together.

How’s your health?

You and I are half-drived old men.

Don’t worry, I’ve been working on it, and I’ve been going to worship every year, and I’ve brought your share.

And when I’m gone, Moe will keep looking after us.

I’m running out of time and I’d like to get back to you.

You remember that pap you gave me? It’s kind of old.

I’m just going to put it in a box of goldwood, and I can’t even touch it. I’m just afraid it’ll break into powder.

I couldn’t use it before, and I used to put it in my fragrance. I used it on purpose.

You asked me what it meant, what I actually wanted to tell you.

You probably don’t remember. You gave me so many handkerchiefs, only the original piece, and it was embroidered.

How I wish it had been made for me, and bearing its meaning.

The last days before you left, I had a lot of care, but you didn’t see it.

I really wanted you to stay, but you finally left.

I’m not as kind as you think, and I’ve thought, many times, I’m the prince, I’m the emperor, I want a woman, I just have to say one word, why suffer so much.

But I never tried to force you.

Most of my life I’ve been laughter, but I’ve never been as sad as I was when I sent you away, as if I had put out the only light in my world.

When you left, my heart was empty, and the older I was, the more I was, the more I was forced to marry and give birth to my children, so that those of you who wished to put their daughters in the harem.

In all these ways, it is only a laughter and a profound shock that comes to mind today.

Actually, looking back, we both made the best decisions.

This big cage, hold me, that’s my life.

Why do you have to be restrained?

Fortunately, I have not been selfish enough to ask you to stay with me in this dark place.

Surely you do not know that we have a strange premonition.

Once the truth is moved, there will be no good results.

Neither my father nor my mother, nor my father’s grandfather, nor her daughter, escaped the spell.

I became Emperor, and it was only after seeing the secret that my grandfather died in the hands of his beloved.

My father loved my mother for a short time, and he felt that he had given true love, that he had been angry and had failed to get a sincere response from my mother, and that he had been sorely and with hatred.

Do you know how I earned his last true trust on the night after the bloodbath?

I lied to him, and I told my father that my mother loved him with a letter he had forged for me.

My father was shocked and cried in my arms.

He was so sad that he did a great play, and he was only deceiving himself.

Since then, he has determined that I am the only successor, even Liu Sang-sang sniffing the wind and rushing to make amends for me, not to mention the old Confucius and the princes who whispered to me.

…the old days, if not the old days, are numbered.

Some of them died by me, some of them old.

I don’t want to do what my father did. I want to be a different emperor.

I hardly ever fought a war when I was in office.

It would not be easy if there was no war, and if there were to be a deterrent to the peace of the Quartet.

I’ve worked so many years, only three days of rest a year, and I’ve done the best I can to let go.

Now that the burden is loose, the husk of wood is even worse.

My whole life I’m sorry to our parents, to my brothers, to everyone.

I was too weak to hate myself enough, to hate the Queen, to hate Liu Sang and to hate my father.

For a while, I tried to kill a lot of people.

One move at a time can easily kill the feelings of many who are in the way of an eye, and I have been obsessed.

I was thinking that all those who hurt you should have done it.

What’s the point of killing them all?

Then, when my father died, I told him that my mother hated him, that she would risk so much that I would be taken out of the palace, and that I would never be his father.

What good is it that my father’s anger and revenge will come to an end?

What I should hate most is weak self, and what I should do most is self-defeating.

If there’s a chance.

I hope you’re not so kind and don’t pick up an abandoned baby.

He will not be your dear family, but an evil evil demon.

Look at me. How pathetic my life is. The love of others is hope, salvation. And my love was poison, bayonets, and wiped out everyone.

Boy, I got the painter at the palace to paint a cloud where you’ve been.

When I’m free, I walk along the cloudy porch and the trail, thinking of the name that rich man named for me.

“And that which ye desire, and that which ye desire, and that which ye desire, and that which ye desire, and that which I desire for a lifetime, and that which I hope of thee, when thou goest forth, I will find.

And We have let you go for many years, even after having made friends with the Zaqqum, and having heard where you were, We have never spoken to you, and that is all that is in mind.

This is about the last letter I’ll write to you.

I’d like to hear from you in person whether these decades have been free and free.

If so, I shall die without regret and no longer be associated.

It’s too much to talk about, and it’s too long to say.

I just hope to see you again.

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I walked out of my account, forgot my cane and fell at the door.

“Chang!” I cried out.

Hong ran over from the tent next to me and found my cane. I’m sorry.

“The letter….. Where’s the horse? Where’s the carriage? Let’s get out of here. It’s too late. I’m sorry.

“Get up first and don’t fall again. I’m sorry.

He raised me up and washed dust for me, and said: “My aunt, Bocondi was dead two months ago, and the new Emperor has come to power. The letter was sent three months ago and the road was delayed for some time. You’re in bad health these days.

“It’s gone…”

I said it twice, and my brain fainted, as if my soul had been cut off, fell, and fell into an empty abyss.

“So… then you don’t have to go. I’ll take a break. I’m sorry.

I fell on my eyes, and my limbs became unconscious, as if I was empty, and someone was talking to my ear, “Boo, wake up, everyone is waiting for you.” I’m sorry.

I remember his voice, it was so familiar.

I said, “You’re rich and you haven’t been in my dreams for a long time. Are you trying to piss me off again? I’m sorry.

And he smiled, and his voice turned to his left and his right, and he went up and down.

“What happened to her? Who else would have spoiled her? I’m sorry.

And his father said, “If we are married to rich, how can we suffer?” I’m sorry.

A lot of voices got mixed in, like arguments, like talking.

The rich took my hand, and walked me into the light of the day, and all those who passed away were gathered together, laughed and waved to me.

And the tears of my cheeks shall be taken from me: “Bowie, we are all here. I’m sorry.

I opened my eyes in tears, and I saw Little Connor with his lovely children holding my finger.

They were sitting in rows before my eyes, like curvature puppets, with two blue eyes watching me innocently.

“Grandmother, why are you crying?”

“Is Dad not letting you ride out? I’m sorry.

“A silly child, my aunt’s legs are no longer saddled. “I touch their soft lambs’ hair.

“Children, my aunt used to have a very good brother. Grandma’s gonna tell you our old story while I’m still remembering it. I’m sorry.

The two children were cheering for their feet, they cut off their little boots, climbed on my bed and laid down on one left and one right.

It was an unusually cold winter, like the year I picked up clouds.

The end–

## Sandboat Chole

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.