I sent the last message to the cyber-enthusiast, and the phone went off.
He pointed at a girl and said, “Get down on your knees and apologize. I’m sorry.
Then he begged me, with his cry, not him, and I looked at the bruises of his mouth, and only laughed.
“You know what?”
“Only a little bit. I’m sorry.
“I almost fell in love with you. I’m sorry.
One.
I’m sending a message to the Zun Baby when Song Tsai is holding me around the corner.
We’ll play games later tonight. _Other Organiser
The dark light fell and only a light was cast around the corner.
The message came out, and I held my fist and looked up and heard a tip.
The next second, through the cracks of the crowd, I saw Song’s time on the side of the wall, eyes on the phone, the coldness of the eyebrows melted, and the eyebrow smiled softly.
He came close to the radio on his cell phone.
I’ve got a few things to do. Just call me when you’re done. _Other Organiser
The voice of the people before us.
The cell phone in my hand vibrated, and I looked, and I just saw a voice coming out of the baby.
“You’re lucky. I’m sorry.
“Apologize. I’m sorry.
Song Su-hyun took his cell phone, and the eyes he looked at became cold and cold again.
“I’ll let you go when I’m done. I’m sorry.
“Hey, Brother Zhou? “The woman standing next to him shouted with displeasure.
Song Shuxheng ignored her and caught a cigarette in his hand and the next person tried to deliver the fire, but he did not answer it.
The eyebrows of the people in front of us overlap with past photographs.
Song Tsang is on the outside, and the light only shines on his half face, and it is clear and clear, but it is still too much to watch.
I’m a little confused.
Half of it’s mine.
Half of it’s Song timer.
Let go of the force.
I shook my head.
“Good. “Song’s time was so quiet, he didn’t look at me anymore, he just exchanged his eyes.
Fist and foot keep falling on me.
One after the other, it hurts somewhere.
Threatening, scolding, one word into my ear.
And the laughter of the Sunday moon.
I buried my face in my arms.
For some time, when I opened my eyes again, people around the corner were long gone.
Two.
I’m messing with Sunday.
It’s not like she’s got a bad day and a bad boyfriend in school.
I lined up in the cafeteria on Wednesday.
She showed up with her little sister, and she didn’t say hello, and was stuck in front of me.
If it was normal, I might have said something first.
But I was so hungry that day.
I forgot my breakfast in the morning, and I was starving in class three.
Just push her.
But I forgot, I’m strong.
That push, it just threw her in the ass.
The sound of the Sunday moon landing came out of nowhere, and it came down with that piece.
All eyes are on us.
She probably never received such treatment and her face was red, like a red balloon that was inflated to explode.
I just wanted to apologize to her, and I heard Auntie call me:
“What do you want to eat? Don’t dawdle. I’m sorry.
I suddenly forgot to be on the ground for the Sunday, and I told my aunt a few names.
When I finished, she was gone.
I thought she was wrong, and we’re done.
3
Just I think.
Sundays obviously don’t feel that way.
Otherwise she wouldn’t have asked my boyfriend’s brother to teach me a lesson.
I won’t be beaten by my own boyfriend.
4
When I went back to my bedroom, my clothes were immersed in sewage and dirty and stinking.
“What happened to you?” I’m sorry.
“There was an accidental fall on the road. I’m sorry.
“Oh. She’s relieved, “Go take a shower. I’m sorry.
I responded by taking off my mask and shaking my cell phone in my pocket.
What are you doing?
Are you done?
– Why are you ignoring me?
[Girl]
– [Beautiful Waiting. jpg]
I didn’t reply, press the stench button, go to the bathroom.
5
I’ve been in love with Song for three years.
When he first met him, he called out to me:
Then he was ripe, and he cried out to me.
And then he confessed to me and told me to be good.
We’ve known each other for almost three years.
His grandfather died midway.
At that point, we spoke five times a day, where he talked about his grandfather, his voice was mute, or he cried.
I came here to cry with him and to comfort him.
And I knew his childhood as well, and heard him speak of those who would not return, and the only time he would miss.
All my browser search records are: how can you be most comforted by the death of a relative?
He calls me sometimes in the middle of the night.
The city was dark at 3 a.m. and I was awakened by the bell in my sleep, sitting out of my bed, looking at the night as ink and crying with him.
Then Song timed out, and time proved that the best consolation was company.
Although we never met.
I’ll be there when he needs me.
He said, “Hey, good thing you’re here. _Other Organiser
When she got the message, she saw her girlfriend right next door, and she laughed:
“I can’t see how you’re so busy consoling a stranger across the screen. I’m sorry.
I was staring at the screen and asking:
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
“The Internet is so well developed. I’m sorry.
Song’s head looks like a cat, softly smiles at me, just looking at it and making me feel better.
“It can turn two people who have never seen each other into a secular intimacy.” I’m sorry.
“Accompanied by the screen, you can be redeemed. I’m sorry.
Click your finger on the screen for the next line and click to send:
I’ll be with you. _Other Organiser
“What do you say? “Is this the greatness of love?” I’m sorry.
Six.
The water in the bathroom stopped. I was wearing a towel, and when I came out, my roommate pointed to the phone on the table:
“Well, your boyfriend called a couple of times and I said you went to the shower. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. I’m warm.
Her eyes touched my arm, and she cried again:
“How did you fall? Why is it so serious? I’ve got a bottle of broken medicine. Come here and I’ll give you a blow. I’m sorry.
The bruises spread and I bit my lips to keep myself from making a sound.
The smell of the snout is scattered in a small space, and I typed back to Song Tsai.
I’m done. _Other Organiser
There’s a face bag coming out fast, waiting for me to answer.
– [Groans]
– You still play games at night? _Other Organiser
I thought about it, and I said:
– No more fighting. _Other Organiser
I’m here today. _Other Organiser
What happened today? _Other Organiser
My eyes flash, keep typing.
[I met a guy in a team today, and I pushed him, and he said he needed someone to teach me a lesson. _Other Organiser
The other side is entering and jumping, and the other side is talking…
The voice box came out, I didn’t click, just answered:
He didn’t come to me. _Other Organiser
– He’s in line? SONG QUEAKING.
On the other side, voice frames were constantly appearing, long and long, with red dots.
My eyes were on that text, and I couldn’t stand it, and I laughed.
“What’s wrong? “The roommate is confused.
“I saw a funny joke.” I’m sorry.
7
Our conversation never stops one day.
Song Tsang sent me a lot of pictures.
There’s a sunset in the evening, there’s an unknown flower on the grass, there’s a blue to the pure sky…
And he was standing in his garden, smiling at the camera.
The horns of the white shirts were drawn up by the wind, the youths were raised up, and the Zeran and jade trees laughed as the moon entered their arms.
He said, “Good boy, this picture is for you.”
Maybe one day you’ll recognize me on the way.
I said there’s no such coincidence in the world.
Now I find myself wrong.
There are more coincidences in the world.
The dark and bright face of the nightlight is so delicate and cold.
Beautiful five officials overlap with the people in the photos.
Strange and familiar.
Song Tsao asked me what kind of person I liked.
I asked him what you look like.
He said you liked what I was like.
I said, I like the glamorous youth.
That’s what I thought, my tummy, was like.
It’s been quiet for a long time and only returned to my smiley face.
8
The dialogue box at the end of the screen is still popping out.
It took me half a minute to send him a message:
[Song time] _Other Organiser
Do you want to meet? _Other Organiser
9
The next day in the cafeteria, I met Sunday.
She continued to take the shortcut, and I stood in the middle of the other team and watched the boys who were cut off from the team take a breath and say nothing.
The Sunday moon turns and the little sister laughs, the red lips rise up, and I’m in the line of sight.
What did she think, the horns of her mouth were even higher, pulling the little sister out of the line and running straight between me and the people before me.
The elbow shuddered and almost pushed me on the back.
I’m stomping. It’s hard to keep my body steady.
The fronters look back, their eyes are dazzling, as if they mocked me yesterday.
I rarely see such ugly faces.
My lips are about to bleed, and I’m dying to put up with my nerves and look away from all the emotions.
“Small, low, man.”
One word at a time, and she bites me to death.
But I can’t be more clear in my ears.
I almost lost my senses, and my mouth was full of mouths.
10
The micro-mail interface with Zilong Baby stayed in a family face bag he sent me yesterday.
Really? _Other Organiser
We’re finally meeting! _Other Organiser
I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. _Other Organiser
It’s been almost three years. _Other Organiser
I’ll tell you when I think of the day. _Other Organiser
Okay! _Other Organiser
I’m so happy to finally see you. _Other Organiser
Maybe you don’t like me when you meet. _Other Organiser
How?
I like it all the time. _Other Organiser
_ [Applause.jpg]
I finished my meal and sat in the canteen and looked over and over.
It’s like you want to see something in it, but you don’t see anything.
Eleven.
I wasn’t a group of kids until I met Song.
It’s only one friend for years.
Being marginalized, isolated and watched as monsters.
My childhood was full of that.
But I didn’t do anything wrong.
And the only thing that was with me during that time was Zen.
I never learned to bow.
Sunday thought she was winning.
Song Zhou didn’t come back to me after that night.
The days seem to be calm.
What lies beneath the calm sea is a vortex of unrest.
I can’t swallow it.
12
Monday evenings.
The teacher was known for his harshness, not only for closing the exam but also for being cheap at the end.
The students who were chosen for this course were either bad luck or sincere.
When the bell rings, the well-dressed middle-aged woman takes her name on the roll.
I was sitting in my seat, listening to a string of names, bowing my head and sending a message to Song.
What time is it? _Other Organiser
I can’t wait. I’d love to see you soon. _Other Organiser
I answered an expression bag, and the teacher on stage said my name.
“Luquor. I’m sorry.
I answered the question, raised my hand, and the teacher’s eyes were flashing through my face and down on the watch.
No hurry. _Other Organiser
The voice of a name continues, and I accurately capture the familiar name and look side by side, but it is a face that does not fit the name.
The girl raised her hand and answered softly.
The teacher looked at her, nod his head.
My heart suddenly starts to snap, like anticipation, like warning.
Teacher!
The sound of the stun was suddenly spread in the classroom, and the middle-aged woman looked at me like a torch.
I got up, I smiled, I blew a flat thunder with respect.
“She’s not Sunday. I’m sorry.
I’m not the same.
“It’s supposed to be a substitute. I’m sorry.
There was no sound in the classroom.
I know.
Me and the Sunday moon, it’s getting bigger.
13
Maybe other teachers don’t care about substitute classes.
But I know this teacher will.
Not only to pursue.
I’m guessing it’s past Sunday.
At night, he returned to his bed, calling from Song’s time voice, with a low-sounding voice and a drowning bell.
“How was your day? I’m sorry.
When he called for a good boy, it was as if he had rolled out of a sugar cane, fell into his ears and had a red face.
“Today is a happy day. I’m sorry.
I smiled and said, “I can’t hide it.”
He seems to have been infected by me, and he’s got a little laughter in his tone.
“What’s the good news?”
“… it’s good to think we’re about to meet. I’m sorry.
“I’m happy too. I’m sorry.
I spent two hours talking with my cell phone, and I ended up lying in bed, confused and asleep, and I heard him ask:
“How much longer?”
Soon. I whispered.
14
Sunday’s revenge began two days after I exposed her to a substitute.
She tried to lock me up in the school building, and I saw her, and she couldn’t catch up.
Every day I come out of the classroom and I pull my hat under my mask, looking around and avoiding her.
She caught me. She was angry for days.
But life isn’t as good as it should be.
On the fifth day I met her in the cafeteria on a narrow road.
I hit the food I wanted to eat, and I had a bowl full of joy, and I wanted to find an empty seat to sit down.
In the canteens, there were people who looked in the eye, aimed at a position and were happy to go there.
There’s noise in the ears.
Four or five steps away.
And lo! the glitter and scalding soup fell from above my head, slashed its cheeks and did not enter its collar.
There’s a lot of it in my job.
I’m holding the bowl and standing there.
The juice stomps through the neck, like a little snake, it tickles.
The soup burned a little bit, and I snapped my eyebrow and just looked at the food contaminated with soup.
What a pity.
I can’t.
In the canteen, it’s very quiet.
The people standing before me are so familiar.
Me and Sunday, once again, became the focus.
The chickens were a mess, and I was wiped out of dignity by her so that I could retain some of my self-esteem under my mask.
I’m not comfortable with this.
And the shadow of the shadow of one of the people who sits straight on his back, and my eyes shine, and my eyes are fixed, but he sees the opposite.
Sunday’s boyfriend.
They’re here to support the Sunday moon.
Little bitch!
“Who gave you the face that you’re fucking with me?”
The sun of the week and the moon was swollen, and the red lips of the red, and the almonds of the serpent, spat in front of me, and fell in their eyes.
She’s still getting out of her mouth. She’s got a lot worse to hear than the stench.
My dignity was crushed by her feet.
And my boyfriend.
He was sitting there.
Helped Sunday and Moon to watch her violence.
What a funny scene.
A small radians are raised on the corner of the lip under the mask.
It’s embarrassing and embarrassing.
The Sundays are over, trying to tear my mask off and take off my last veil.
The bowl fell on the ground and I hid her face.
How dare you hide?
“Bitch! I’m sorry.
“I’ll tear your face apart today! I’m sorry.
No way.
Only the mask.
I’m like a last-struck beast, dying to protect my face.
Everyone is watching, and I know that they are afraid to sit there with Song time and Sunday’s boyfriend.
I can’t get enough of Sunday, I’m angry, I slap.
And with the palm, it fell on my face, and the next second someone grabbed her hand.
17
Of course not.
I’m strangling my head, waiting for the slap to fall on my face and then I’m covered in a dress.
The Sunday moon’s hand was squeezed by her, and the sound of celibacy was ringing in the Electro-Febbles, and the surroundings took a breath of cool air.
The Sunday moon’s face was fanned.
When Song turned his back, his eyes were on my face, he looked at the garbage, he didn’t even want to stop, and he turned to the people before me.
Sunday’s boyfriend wanted to get up, but he held him down.
The Sunday and the moon were covered in faces, and there was no next move.
The people who stood in front of me turned back, with long curls of hair, red lips, cold colors.
And I bit her on the lips, and I called her, “Ah! I’m sorry.
Herb.
The goddess of the houses.
It’s me, too. I met in elementary school.
18
Our school is in two school districts, north and south, and she and I are in different school districts and we don’t know how we got here today.
I was held by her all the way, almost literally dragged back to the bedroom.
The roommate didn’t come back, she pushed me into the bathroom and said nothing to me.
The soup juice is already half dry, it’s stuck to me, it’s hot in the afternoon and it’s a bad smell.
I opened the flowers.
When she came out, she sat in my chair, wrinkled her eyebrow against her back, and the waves spread over her shoulder, and her lips were reinforced, like roses.
“Your boyfriend sent you a message. I’m sorry.
She heard me, pointed to the phone on my desk.
“If I remember correctly, his name is Song Tsubaki, right?”
Song Su-hyun is also in the northern school district.
Two of them, perhaps in reality, know each other better.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
Her fingertips were pinched in her eyebrow and her face was as cold as usual.
“He was there today?
“What happened? Isn’t he your boyfriend? I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. I looked at my toes.
The beads fell on the ground with silk, and a water stain fell.
And her eyes turned to me, and she looked in peace.
“Not anymore. “I opened my mouth and looked her in the eye.
Her eyes are like knives, sharp and cold, just like peace.
She looked at me for a moment, and I let her look.
It’s been a long time, she’s up and her fingers are strangling my face.
“If you need anything, don’t hold it. I’m sorry.
18
He Xin followed me to the north yard after dinner, and I took her to the south yard door, where she cycling, without a scavenger, to the bedroom.
There’s not much on the road.
The light of the street light was on the road and the shadow of the mosquitoes was dancing, and the wind passed through the forest on the side of the road, making the sound of sand.
I’m not in a good mood.
We’ll go back to bed and play games with Song Tsai.
There’s footsteps coming from behind, and it’s like I’m not far behind.
I stepped up and the voices behind me came up.
Who’s following me?
Turning back, there was no one behind him, and the footsteps disappeared, and the people on the road disappeared.
Ignorance?
I’m a little upset.
Turning around continues to speed up, taking out a cell phone to call a roommate.
And suddenly, with a pain in the hand, the cell phone fell on the ground.
I ate my hands back and my arms were snapped, left and right.
Beautiful pointy black highs and stepped on my phone, crushing hard, and the sound of broken glass blows up in a quiet little road.
There’s a tiny crack in the heart.
That phone.
I bought it myself.
It took three or four years, it’s not very sensitive, it’s just a figure of memory.
A lot of things have been stored over the years, and mobile phones are sometimes stuck and batteries are broken.
It was fixed two or three times.
But it carries too much, and I don’t want to lose it.
It records almost three years of memories of me and Song Tsumi.
He was crying, singing for me in the sand, in the sound of smoke, in the sound of the night when I slept, and with a little drop, he shared with me the traces of life.
Sometimes a little bit makes you happy all day.
Half of his face is also covered with red and unrecovered bruises and dust, which appear to be some of the funniest Sunday months.
I just took a look at her, and I looked down, and I watched her on the phone.
“You little bitch. I’m sorry.
And she came towards me, and the heel of the heels followed the sound of the squeaks on the ground, and she was so sweet.
“Who will protect you now that He Xing is not with you?” I’m sorry.
Her voice was as sharp as her fingernails scratched the blackboard and stinged my eardrum.
All the awful things went into your ear again, one by one.
Bitch.
Bitch.
I heard her say hello to my parents, and the dirty words came out of her mouth.
“Little bitch, I’ll let you know today what happens to the wrong person. I’m sorry.
The Sunday moon waved and two people dragged me into the woods.
They are strong, and their shoes rubbing on the ground.
I don’t want to move. I’m staring at cell phones not far away.
The glass shell on the back has left a crack in the web.
That’s Sunday’s pedal.
The two men behind me made it hard, grabbed my wrist a little bit, saw me and dragged me.
The heel touched the grass, dragged it into friction with the tattered stone, and the sharp stone cut through one side of the ankle.
It hurts a little.
They cast me on the earth.
I stood up to the waist and looked at the weekly month of the ring.
The moon is bright tonight.
It also allows me to see the distorted face of the human being.
It’s a little hard to see the two sides as as asymmetrical.
She lifts her feet fast and hard. She tries to step on me.
The Sunday moon got angry, “Get her up. I’m sorry.
And those who were next to them set me up as if they were an animal to be slaughtered.
The Sunday moon was full of smiles, red lips, red on the edges of the lips and red on the edges.
Under the moonlight, it’s like an unequally painted curse doll.
“You little bitch. I’m sorry.
She lifted her legs, pointed her tail at my belly, laughed and kicked her as hard as she could.
My hands were pinned and I could only watch my legs with wind.
It’ll hurt.
I think.
19
I’m almost closed when I get back to my bedroom.
I’ve got mud and grass on my clothes.
I whispered to her when I went in.
Auntie is kind, just say it’s okay.
I went back to the bedroom.
The roommate took the chips in a follow-up and pressed the button when he heard the opening.
“Well, why are you so late? I’m sorry.
“It fell again. I whispered to her, and I didn’t remove the mask.
“All right?”
She opened her eyes: “How have you been wrestling lately?” Is there any pain this time? I’ll put some more on you. I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
The arm is on the side, and it’s a little weak.
I walked to the cupboard and took my clothes and went into the bathroom.
The warm, flowing water falls from above my head, and I get a feeling of living.
The blueness of the arms and thighs was still alive, and it was good to see how hard the hands of the people who were with Song’s time belt were.
There was a slight pain when the pressure was pressed, and I wringed a physiological tear and was taken away by running water.
We fell into the sewer together.
20
When you came out of the bathroom, Song Shuyu called.
I clicked the button, and the mute voice came, and he seemed to have something I couldn’t finish.
I put my phone aside and brought a pot to wash.
The mud on the pants was plattered in the water, contaminating a pot of water.
Song Su-hyun told me that he saw a kitten on the side of the road today and fed it a little ham sausage.
Cats are cute.
I rub my clothes hard.
“Good boy, you like cats or dogs? I’m sorry.
I paused and said, “Dog. I’m sorry.
“Well, we’ll have a dog later. I’m sorry.
The laxity of the hand, the slamming of the water basin on the ground, the opening of a mouth, the water running out of the cracks and running all over the ground.
The sound was heard by the Song timer, anxiously asking me what happened.
“…it’s okay. I’m sorry.
He’s relieved.
Soft, kind, careful, loving.
Like he used to show me.
It’s so good for a stray little animal.
The people on the other side of the phone are talking about this, and I didn’t hear a word.
I swallowed it without saying anything.
Song timer.
Where did we come from?
21
Song timer found me faster than I thought.
On the third night of my Sunday month, I came out of the library.
Someone’s following me.
To a place where there are fewer people, the footsteps are far and near.
I pulled my hat down, and I accelerated without trace, to the corner, and the collar was pulled from behind and a belt was pulled back.
The force on his feet was unstable, and he pulled me to the side of the grass, but the soil was so damp and not so painful.
Song timed off and looked down at me.
The light of the road above his head shined a dark light, but he was behind him, without a shadow over his face.
I feel a little unsettled about my mask.
He looked at me with no temperature, even a little impatience.
“Sun Sunday said to apologize. I’m sorry.
Song was looking down at me and spitting words without emotion.
And We sat on the earth, and looked at him with eyes open, as though We had not understood him.
The five officials of Song Shuxiang are superior.
The first time I saw him, I was astonished as an angel.
It’s a cliché.
But I’ve never seen anyone more suitable than him.
He sent me that photo.
Young people look at the camera, and the eyes are soft.
But there’s also the lingering cold.
Soft is the mask he gave me.
Now, that’s what I’m looking at.
“If you let her out, you’re done, and you’re going to provoke her. I’m sorry.
Song’s eyebrows almost spilled out, and I met him for the first time and talked to me with impatience.
Little insects with no means.
I was thinking.
Now in his eyes, that’s me.
“It wasn’t me. I’m sorry.
The voice under the mask with the screech that scares me.
I looked straight into the eyes of Song’s time, straighted up my waist and tried to restore the last bit of dignity.
“Before Sunday and moon…”
“I don’t care. “I don’t care who’s wrong.” I’m sorry.
“You made her lose face. I’m sorry.
She’s not happy anymore. I’m sorry.
The force was drained and the words that were not spoken were emptied to the throat.
I was staring at him.
“She wants you to apologize to her for the weekend in front of the whole school.” I’m sorry.
Song Tsang looked at his cell phone and his eyebrow was even tighter.
“Just say yes, and I don’t want to fight with girls. I’m sorry.
“Apologize? “I repeat what he said. It’s funny.
“How can I apologize? I’m sorry.
“At 8:00 a.m. Sunday, the school playground. “Song time is over.
“Get down on your knees and apologize. I’m sorry.
22
Someone’s passing around the corner.
The eyes of the two fell upon me, with a little mercy, but the moment when they looked at Song became different, and they walked away.
Silence spreads in the night.
I looked down.
The sound of breath seemed particularly clear in the quiet night.
“Come on…”
“…good. I’m sorry.
Song timed off, “Don’t play games. I’m sorry.
“Apologizing can solve things, don’t make them bigger…”
“I know. “Sunday night at 8:00, West Stadium.” I’m sorry.
“I will go. I’m sorry.
Definitely.
23
The bedroom is closed.
When I took out my cell phone again, I saw a few of my roommates calling me.
I sent her a message so she wouldn’t worry. There’s something going on in the bedroom tonight.
She immediately returned her face bag.
The new tweet from Song Su-hyun came out of my roommate’s chat.
Why didn’t you come back to me? _Other Organiser
I’ll knock on the next line:
[Song time] _Other Organiser
Let’s meet. _Other Organiser
The wi-fi phone on that side jumped out right now.
The sound of Song’s time is unstoppable.
“Good boy, really? We’re meeting? I’m sorry.
I’m still standing there. There’s no one on the road.
The moon was blocked into the clouds, the light of the street light was dark and the night was silent.
I heard him breathing in my ear.
I looked at the light and laughed, “Yes. I’m sorry.
It’s so sweet that I feel a little sick.
“Ah-ho. I’m sorry.
“I’d love to see you. I’m sorry.
24
I just finished when He Xin opened the door.
Her eyes focused on the stains on my pants and silently showed her an explanation.
“A little accident. I’m calm.
“Accident?” she repeats, “As quick, no mood swings.” I’m sorry.
Cellular screens are in front of me.
There’s a screenshot on it:
— Wall
– Sunday night at 8:00, West Stadium.
– Let’s have a show.
It’s got three words on it.
A picture was attached.
It should be taken tonight at Song time.
I’m wearing a mask, I’m pulling my hat low, I’m sitting on the floor, and I look like a wolf.
The school wall was issued a separate one for the Sunday month.
High heat.
There are many comments, but they are not clear.
Just hint something.
“Luquor. I’m sorry.
Her face is as cold as ever.
“Tell me what this is. I’m sorry.
“This is…”
I pulled the mask and laughed at her.
“The fox of the fox. I’m sorry.
25
The morning sun passed through the window, and the biological clock prompted me to wake up early.
He’s still asleep.
I rubbed my eyes and saw a message from Song time five minutes ago.
I’m up. I’m looking forward to it. _Other Organiser
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– [Finally meeting my baby. _Other Organiser
I pressed the stench button and lightened the room with my slippers.
The coat that I was wearing yesterday was hanging on the balcony with the wind blowing.
I took the hanger to get it.
“You’re going on a date in this dress? I’m sorry.
I turn back, I’m up, I’m standing by the door of the balcony, and my eyes are cold.
“None. “I took the clothes and folded them.
It’s a thin summer coat, folded enough to put it in my purse and won’t look swollen.
“It’s a surprise. I’m sorry.
And the early morning wind with an undissolved coolness.
Her sleeping dress was brought up by the wind, and she was so sad as to grow up.
She had a yawn and turned back to her room:
“Call me if anything happens. I’m sorry.
26
The time on the phone changed from 9:59 to 10:00.
The wind bells were ringing in front of the milk and tea store, and I took a mirror out of my bag and confirmed that my makeup was good.
The moment of movement, the window next to the window was snapped.
I put down the mirror and looked back, and I saw young people standing in the sun, and the tip of the shirt was blown up by the wind, laughing in the eyes.
Good boy.
Song’s eyes were laughing, and I couldn’t hear his voice, and I could still recognize him from his mouth, as usual.
I’ll take my bag and walk out of the milk and tea store.
The morning sun was right, and the light was on his face, and the car was ringing by the road.
Song timer looks like magic and pulls a bunch of flowers out of his back.
But neither shall the flowers in his arms be as much as half of him.
The moment he stood in front of him, the man in the picture seemed truly alive.
Sunny Moon Junior.
My…
Plum.
Song’s hand stretches around my cheeks and moves like we were never close.
I saw the love in his eyes.
The joy of hearing his voice:
“Here we are, boy. I’m sorry.
Yeah.
Finally.
Song timer.
27
Song Tsang likes Rufus.
How much do you like it?
He loved to beg me to meet again and again, but again he remained silent because of my refusal.
Like he once asked me if I liked Chinese or Western.
I like it. I’m allergic to seafood, and I’m laughter.
The lights are on, the roads are full of smoke.
I turned down a request to take me to an expensive restaurant and took him to sit on the side of the road.
Sons like Song, who don’t fit in the roadside, I can see the stiffness in his seat.
The moment I looked in my eyes, the expression was soft.
I’ve got the menu and the boss’s order.
“Well, this roadside is good, but it’s not healthy, so let’s just stop coming, okay? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
He smiled and rubbed my head, and he never looked away from me.
Song timer paid for a day.
From the beginning, I stood by my side with care and touched my hand intentionally or not.
When I grab his hand, I dye it with pink ears.
And then he’s got his hands on my fingers like he’s afraid I’ll run away.
He’s all over me.
Hot barbecues and shrimp crabs were taken to the table.
Each shrimp is filled with soup, bright colours and adoring.
I was just going to get it, and I was blocked by Song’s time.
He took one out of the bowl, and it was a bit clumsy to peel the shrimp shell and put it in my bowl.
I stopped.
“I’ll peel it, you eat it. I’m sorry.
I know that Song Tsang has a thing about purity and that he’s allergic to these things.
I deliberately told my boss not to use gloves.
Orange oil fell on the table with its handdrops, and it was long and white, such as the hand of art, which was contaminated with oil.
Song was looking at me with tender eyes.
A little me in the eyes.
“Well, just eat. I’m sorry.
“I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life. I’m sorry.
His eyes opened a smile, but he did not answer.
28
Darker and deeper.
Song Su-hyun went to the boss to settle the bill.
I walked outside and stopped a car by the side of the road.
I pulled the backseat.
The evening was so windy that I had a cold war.
It happened to be seen in Song’s time, and he rushed to my place to finish his debt.
I took my coat out of my bag and put it on.
Late in the evening, Song timer’s hair was carried and the moon fell on him with the light of the street light.
He came to me and brought me the flowers that I had fallen on the chair.
It’s only four or five steps away.
And I said, “Don’t come near me. I’m sorry.
The steps of Song Su-hyun were held up in a state of discomfort, but the moment I looked in my eyes.
“Huh…”
He whispered my name carefully.
The wind hollers.
The time on the phone jumped to 10:00.
It’s like Cinderella’s clocks are ringing, and all dreams disappear in an instant.
But I’m not Cinderella.
Song Tsubaki is not a prince.
Twelve hours.
Three years ago, I met Song.
At that time he was isolated, tired, indifferent and deprived of love, and he was tired of living in each dialogue.
I pretended not to know, to be with him, a little bit, to wait until he opened his heart.
So far, he’s become a gentleman.
Three years on the phone, three years on the side, three years on the side.
To the end of the line.
Song timer’s dream is over.
He put me in the plan.
He always thinks we have to.
He painted me a lot of futures.
Unfortunately, we have no future.
The moon is thin.
I pulled the hat off my coat and I opened my hands and laughed at him.
“Song time”
“Look familiar?”
I looked at him a little bit white, and I couldn’t look like a good china.
Song timer’s lips moved, but his throat was just a little meaningless.
Unprepared.
Scared.
I don’t know what to say.
He lifts his feet and wants to come near me.
“Don’t come near me. I’ll step back and put my hand in the door.
He was stabbed in my eyes, white and in his feet, and stopped.
“..”
“Song time” I’m sorry.
“See you tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
“The West Stadium at 8:00. I’m sorry.
“We’ll see each other again. I’m sorry.
It’s like the last blow, and Song’s face is like a gold paper, and he almost stands up like a lost soul.
He came at me to take my hand, “I don’t.”
I sat on the cab fast.
Drivers start the car.
The second I passed my shoulder, I laughed at him outside the window.
“Song time” I’m sorry.
“Don’t give her face. I’m sorry.
“I’ll be there. I’m sorry.
29
When He Xing got me downstairs, I was pulling the fourth number that Song Tsai changed.
She came back from work downstairs at night and was sweating.
“How’s it going?”
“Break up. I’m sorry.
He’s got a hymn.
I followed her to the room.
“We failed. I’m sorry.
Give me the glass.
I answered, looked at her, and she didn’t look away from me; “I got it. I’m sorry.
It was like three years ago when she laughed and asked me why I was so busy.
30
Song’s cell phone keeps changing and texting me.
I hacked one of his last numbers before he went to bed, just texting him back.
Eight o’clock. _Other Organiser
Time is running fast.
Like three years as a moment.
Her cell phone was ringing while eating, and after a glance she cut it off.
I dropped the chopstick and looked at her with a little doubt.
“It’s Song timer. I’m sorry.
She said, “He wants to talk to you. I’m sorry.
“No need. I’m sorry.
The pointer on the wall was shaking, and the clock was at six, and I rose up and laughed, “What do you say?” I’m sorry.
31
By the time I got to the playground, it was almost dark, and there were a lot of people on the runway, much more than usual.
Three or two, walking, stretching your neck, looking for something.
It’s like a stage for us.
I pulled my hat down and went straight that way.
Those who pass by look at the tip of their eyes and look at my clothes, look at them, and whisper with their companions.
The eyes of a searchlight continue to pour at me, accompanied by a spate of gossip.
Like flies around me, making life tiresome.
“Yo, didn’t you have a good day? Why don’t you come and apologize to Moon today? I’m sorry.
The sound of sharp crows suddenly rings, and my identity is blown in public.
Those eyes were even more reckless and focused on me, leaving an empty space.
I look to the talking person.
It was one of the sisters that Sunday moon brought.
Her fork was full of victors facing the losers and laughing.
I staggered my eyes, I don’t speak.
She had to push me, reach out and push me again.
I did not hide, but suddenly I reached out with a hand, standing in front of me, and opened her hand.
The girls ate the pain and their eyes were soared that they were going to squeal.
I look through them and see the Sunday moon coming out of the crowd.
Her cheek was swollen and symmetrical.
One step at a time, just a few metres away, and she walked hard and slow.
Quiet around, the hero comes on stage, the show finally begins.
Moon Moon! I’m sorry.
The little sister saw her show up and stood behind her like she was in a fight and she was in awe.
Look at me Sunday, but no more pride.
She was afraid to stand in front of me in Song’s hour, staring at me with the eyes of death, while the bitterness of her eyes remained.
She’s up on her back and she’s holding her hand tight on her side.
Shame on you.
I don’t think so.
She wants her dignity back from me.
She wants me to prove that her position is unpopular.
It’s a pity that the calculations failed.
I can imagine how she would like to tear me apart, but now she still has to swallow my teeth.
There is a growing number of people around, and the whispering is increasing after seeing us still.
I couldn’t wait. I opened my mouth.
“The Sunday and the moon.” I’m sorry.
The Sunday moon’s body shudders almost undetectable, and then turns to my eyes, and the resentment inside increases.
“I’m sorry.” I’m sorry.
The sound of the Sunday moon was so great that her sister behind her got a cold breath.
Sister Moon! What are you talking about? Why apologize to her? She should apologize to you! I’m sorry.
That’s what’s going on.
The Sunday moon was even worse, and she whispered, “Stop it. I’m sorry.
Too bad her sister was stupid:
“Why is Moon? She’s the one to apologize! Didn’t you say you wanted her to kneel down today and apologize? I’m sorry.
A thousand waves.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
I’m standing in front of her, standing behind me.
“I came to apologize to you. I’m sorry.
“I shouldn’t have pushed you while you were in line. I’m sorry.
“So… “
I looked at her and said, “I’ll kneel down and apologize.” I’m sorry.
I bit you so hard.
The man behind me tried to pull my hand and I threw it away.
“The Zen…”
I didn’t talk to him. I was just laughing at the Sunday moon.
The moon is as cold as water.
And for a long time, the voice of those behind me was as indifferent as that night, and he said to me, “He does not care about anyone’s fault.”
“Mon Sunday. I’m sorry.
The implication in the tone is so obvious.
The Sunday moon is white.
The body shudders, tightens its lips and bends its knees.
All eyes focused on her alone.
Heavy as a pound, a little bit, bending her spine.
But in a week, our roles were swapped and the dignity of the people became her.
At the end of the show, Sunday was like a bad actor, and he didn’t want to finish his part.
But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t prevent her from becoming a laughing stock from now on, and no one will pay for her series of tricks.
Her trust has since disappeared.
We heard the whisperings of man’s tide, and a flash of light recorded the ugliness of the Sunday moon, and the cold eyes and the mockery fell upon it.
I was suddenly in the mood.
I leaned over the ears of the Sunday moon, and I laughed:
“I said it. I’m sorry.
“You’re nothing without Song. I’m sorry.
32
The summer worms screamed on the trees, and there was only a whistling in the forest with their breath.
It’s funny to see three people in one.
“I will not let you go.” I’m sorry.
I ignored her anger and just watched her laugh.
The moment her finger was pinned on her chin, her body shrunk uncontrollably.
She was forced against my eyes.
“Let go of me! Fuck…
The words of the Sunday and the moon disappear in a clear slap.
This is symmetry.
Behind you, we’re snorting.
The Sunday moon’s face is once again one-sided and appears to have been blindfolded for a long time.
“You hit me, little bitch! You hit me!”
I stepped on her leg, “Don’t let go of me.” I’m sorry.
“You can’t. I’m sorry.
“You’re nothing without Song. I’m sorry.
“Bitch, wait! I’ll be there tomorrow…”
“I’ll wait.”
I’m waiting for Song timer, my boyfriend, to confront me.
33
When I went back to bed, Song was following me, walking all the way, without saying a word.
Breathe like a shadow.
On several occasions, silence ended.
Until, when we were downstairs, We turned and looked at him.
His eyes were dazzled, but in a moment of pairing he caught some kind of life-saving straw.
“…sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know…”
“Song time” “I made a statement to interrupt his speech.
Reaching out, the light of the dark road is shining, and the bruises on the arm are still visible.
“Do you see clearly?”
And We saw him and cried out unto him as softly as before:
“Ah-ho. I’m sorry.
“Do you see clearly?”
“Twenty days, still there. I’m sorry.
SONG’s backsliding, he’s in shape, he’s looking at the bruises, like he’s lost his soul.
People are like that.
Only when what is done involves themselves can they feel the pain.
Song Su-hyun did everything to me.
By now, it’s going to be a sharp instrument, stomping on his heart.
Get him, it hurts.
34
Three or four days after Song had disappeared, he resurfaced.
After school at noon, I’ll go to the cafeteria for dinner.
I’m in a good mood, standing in line.
The number of people ahead is decreasing.
A familiar figure appears on the side of the team.
Sunday and her little sister.
She was in a position where she wanted to do what she had done before, but not what she had.
Someone pushed a chubby.
She was so angry, she just tried to say something, and she was first attacked:
“What are you pretending to do? How dare you cut in?
People are afraid of her mixed-up boyfriend, and she’s behind them.
Song Su-hyun’s family has money and power.
So when Song was not on her side, Sunday moon, nothing.
I staggered my eyes, I stopped watching her farce, I had dinner and I was ready to sit down.
There were more people in the canteen, and I was standing in the crowd, looking and looking, and I finally found a good spot, and I walked by the bowl.
It’s the same scene as that day.
Still four or five steps away.
When passing through a table, their hands were suddenly pulled, the bowl was unstable and the food was not spilled.
I’m looking at the culprit who pulled me off, but he disappeared for a few days.
He seems to have never slept well, and now he’s so green, and he’s so pale, but he’s so beautiful.
I looked at him and didn’t speak.
Yeah. I’m sorry.
Song was careful to say my name.
“I’m sorry…”
God is the obvious favor.
“If I can’t make up for what I’ve done to you, you give it back to me, okay? I’m sorry.
“Return?”
I’m a little laughter, “how…”
The hand holding my wrist suddenly worked, forcing my job to fall.
Dark sauce and food, all of which fell on Song’s time as the bowl was tilted.
The food was stuck to his hair, and the dark soup was cut from his face in stark contrast to the cold and white skin.
It’s low on his white short sleeve and it’s contaminated a lot.
The girls around us screamed, and we were once again the focus of the crowd.
Song timed his hand loose.
And when their eyes came at them, they could only see me pouring out a bowl of Song’s time.
Someone’s taking a breath.
Song Tsang didn’t care about the sights.
His eyes were always on my face.
His voice is mute, and he’s getting low in the dust.
Yeah. I’m sorry.
“Please. I’m sorry.
“Give it back, don’t…”
For the first time, Master Song was begging. His eyes were red and his eyes were begging.
Once upon a time, he said that I had lost face on Sunday and moon and that she was unhappy.
He then turned his face on the Sunday and set her on the dust.
Now, he’s personally dishonoured.
He wants my forgiveness.
But Song Su-hyun, what is in this world is not done in return.
There was a lot of noise in the canteen, and once again the voices of gossip surrounded me.
Song Su-hyun is waiting for my answer.
He was destined to be disappointed.
“Song time” I’m sorry.
The bowl is empty.
I looked, whispered:
“This is something I want to eat for a long time. I’m sorry.
He stunned and his face collapsed.
35
SONG Su-hyun told me.
When his text message came in, I was following the play with He Xing, and I used to change the news from the new card.
The agreed place was the first place he brought someone to block me.
He Xin looked at me and I dropped my phone and left it on the side.
“You’re not going?”
“No more. I’m sorry.
I leaned on the back of the sofa, and I said, “It’s nothing but watching him get violent, it’s dark, I don’t care. I’m sorry.
I stood up and watched her laugh.
“I used to find it interesting to be in love with Song. I’m sorry.
“And then he appeared, and I suddenly found something more interesting. I’m sorry.
Look at a man’s emotional breakdown.
See if he’s feeling guilty.
See how sorry he is.
Isolated as a child.
They said my father was a murderer, hated me, even threw stones at me.
I didn’t do anything.
He Xing is the illegitimate daughter of a large family and her mother was tricked into being a minor without any knowledge.
The child’s disgust is more intuitive than the adult.
That is the evil of no mercy.
My murderer father, killed my mother.
The love of the mouth became the shackles he gave to his loved one and eventually became the weapon that took her life.
He asked me three years ago why I was so busy.
I’m impressed, maybe that’s the greatness of love.
But what is love?
It’s a disgraceful desire to possess.
Or is it human?
I don’t know.
36
The video from Song Su-hyun was sent to my e-mail the next day.
Ten minutes of video, he was surrounded, unresisted and silently subjected to several violent acts.
Someone can’t bear to do it, his fist is light and he yells.
He’s like a madman. He’s a sadist.
I watched the video faceless.
With this video, there’s a request to meet him.
I ignored a thousand words of confession, and I answered an e-mail asking where he was.
He came back like he always did, and he asked me where I could and he came to me.
I called in the address of a café.
Song timer appeared by contract.
He fell a little bit, saw his body thinner, the white short sleeve was empty, and he had a glittering bruise on his mouth.
And the moment when he saw Us, his eyes were brightened and dimmed.
Yeah. “Song’s time was trying to sound me up, careful.
Poor, like an abandoned stray dog.
I answered.
He’s a little happy right now, and there’s no more pride between his eyes.
I’m sorry.
Forgive me, okay?
“I didn’t know it was you…”
“Don’t know it’s me?”
I put down my cup and cut him off.
I apologize for Song’s words many times.
Changed one phone card after another, a long confession.
He’s scared, afraid of losing me.
“Song time” I’m sorry.
“You never realized where you were wrong. I’m sorry.
He apologized to me because I’m Luk.
He’s the one at the tip of his heart.
And if I’m not.
If I were nothing.
I’m just a general student.
I have suffered nothing but such a catastrophe.
Does he think he’s wrong?
He won’t.
What he did to me doesn’t matter to me.
I never cared about the embarrassment and the pain.
And when he was drawn to the party of the haughty, from the first time we met.
I knew we’d never make it.
People who are emotionally deprived never understand love and be loved, and drive me to finish the play simply because of interest.
People’s mood swings are strange.
The first time I was with Song, he was no different to me.
Then he was suddenly changed, calling and crying to me, and I suddenly sensed something different.
I’ve never felt so alive.
Just as I can feel Song’s love for me, so can he feel that my feelings for him are not very deep.
I want that answer from him.
The answer to love.
And then it failed.
For me, the moral bottom line is insurmountable.
It’s actually just a little close.
I got up, and I looked at his mouth, and I laughed:
“Song Su-chul, you know?”
“Only a little bit. I’m sorry.
“I almost fell in love with you. I’m sorry.
“Alas…”
“The bullies are never worthy. I’m sorry.
Song timer’s face was as pale as a moment, and his body was shaky.
37
Song Zhong disappeared from me again.
Again, it’s Herb.
The video background on the phone was loud, and the greeting gave it to me.
“Song Tsubaki came to see me. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“He asked me how to make you forgive him. I’m sorry.
“What did you say?”
“I said, ‘He took the smoke, but I stopped her, and she dropped it, submissively, and you will not forgive a bully. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
The greeting shows me the video.
“I don’t know if he understands me. I’m sorry.
I’m going to redo the play.
The background of the video is coming back, and the picture is not clear.
The video was full of people, the most prominent of which was a thin figure that looked down and apologized.
The camera didn’t get a shot of him.
But I can hear the angry voice of the man outside the frame.
“Apologize now? Does it help?”
“…”
His voice speaks of his suffering and suffering.
“I want to forgive you.” I’ll forgive you if you kneel down and apologize to me! I’m sorry.
The body of Song’s stubble, and the two words in the statement were inserted in his heart.
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.
The next second, he bent his knee on that man.
I don’t know.
The video can stop.
“I heard that he went to someone who had been bullies before and prayed for forgiveness. This video, it’s going crazy in the school sticker. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing at it.
The cell phone was handed back to Herb.
“You know why Song Tsukchi likes me so much? I’m sorry.
He Xin looked at me, no words.
“The family was too cold, his parents didn’t love him. I’m sorry.
There’s a cold, cold gap behind the bright and bright light.
In his childhood there was only an empty home and parents who never spoke to him much.
“He has no one to talk, and all his words are stuck in his throat. Only his grandfather was the only one who loved him. I’m sorry.
Without such a person, the suffering is incalculable.
I was with him when I met him.
He opened the softest side of his heart to me.
After losing the loved one, I became his life-saving straw.
I am good to him, no matter what he says, and I speak softly to him.
He loves me.
“He’s an umbrella for the flow of the Sunday and moon because he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about anyone except him, including Sundays. I’m sorry.
Cold and ruthless.
But this is the real him.
It is difficult to cure the injuries of the original family.
He eventually returned to such a person.
37
Song Zhong Zhong didn’t look for me.
The worst.
It rained at night, he drank too much, people couldn’t stop him. Call me.
The voice on the other side of the phone was mute, even with a silent cry.
He called my name over and over again.
“Huh…”
“Huh…”
“I know I’m wrong. I apologize to each of them, I beg them to forgive me…”
“Please…”
“Please, don’t take me away…”
I can’t hear you again.
He was advised in the background to drink less.
Someone stole his phone and got angry:
“Sister, I beg of you. Say a good word to Brother Yu and drink him again. I’m sorry.
I was silent for a while.
“Give him the phone. I’m sorry.
“Huh…”
Song Su-hyun’s tone was so messed up, “Oh, please, don’t leave me I’m wrong, I know I’m wrong. I’m sorry.
“You don’t want me, you know…”
His grandfather died two years ago.
So Song’s hour called at night, and his voice was also mute, and he asked, “Will you be with me?” I’m sorry.
And We softened his voice, and We comforted him.
I said I’ll stay with you.
It’s still him.
Ask me not to leave with a cry.
Please don’t take him.
Night as ink.
I looked out the window, and my voice was flat:
“Song time” I’m sorry.
“Don’t be a bitch. I’m sorry.
He later stated that he had been downstairs all night, that it was raining in the middle of the night and that he had been taken to hospital early in the morning.
I forget when I hear a joke.
38
I knew that Song was arrogant and proud and that there was nothing in him.
It’s all right.
I wanted him to be my salvation.
But he’s not.
He’s not the moon.
The misfortune of the original family was not the reason for him to be an accomplice to the bullying.
There are things that are unforgivable.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
