Three relatives went through the wrong door early in the year, and a handsome man with his head in his hand slammed a few times.
Auntie, is this cousin growing fast? It’s only 15 or 16 years old. I’m sorry.
Aunt: 15, 16? What are you talking about?
The handsome man looked at me with cold eyes: Who are you?
1.
This is ridiculous.
My mother sent me to the Grand Aunt of the Faraway Room to celebrate.
To be honest, we haven’t seen each other in 10 years.
I’ll go with two boxes of tweezers and I’ll be happy to greet you at the door. I’m sorry.
# My aunt is smiling #
“Oh, New Year’s! Come in and eat! I’m sorry.
I smelled the house, and I followed it.
The door to the right was opened and a handsome man came out.
I’m still a little tired on my face, with my hands in my pocket.
I went up there and grabbed him with an elbow and hammered him on the back.
Auntie, is this cousin growing fast? It’s only 15 or 16 years old. I’m sorry.
Nice guy.
Aunty freeze.
My reflection arc is long enough to circle around the Earth, without feeling it, and I’m happy to say:
Where’s my cousin? Why don’t you come out? We were good as kids! I’m sorry.
An inch of a tortoise’s delicate face:
“There’s one of them!”
2.
The family solved the case.
I got the wrong door.
I’m embarrassed to say:
“I’m sorry I got the wrong sign. I’m sorry.
Man, it’s easy to tell the truth when it’s awkward, and I’m out.
“I told you my mother’s family won’t leave such a beautiful woman! I’m sorry.
Aunty… no… pretty auntie will laugh even more:
“This little girl is sweet! What’s your name?”
A man speaks before me:
It’s late. I’m sorry.
I: ?
Beautiful aunt:
3.
The sound of handsome men is also a little lazy and sexy.
“I’m a sister. I’m sorry.
He looked at me. That face was amazing.
“I’m Song Dingzhou of the Department of Finance. I’m sorry.
My family, if you’ve met your “sniffing boyfriend” 2,000 miles from your home town,
Are you scared or are you scared or are you scared?
I have to say, it’s better to ask God than to ask your mother.
My mother’s call never gave me a moment of tears:
Fishballs! Why are you crazy? I’m sorry.
“You’re gone! What’s going on? I’m sorry.
That’s a long face.
I looked at that smileless face of Song Dynasty, and I kept my face down.
“Mom! I was wrong! Down next door, 28 now! I’m sorry.
The phone was cut across.
I’m so mad at my mom that I finally sent my pretty aunt out of the yard.
My mother, my mother, is standing a few steps away.
Her eyes were full of surprises and her arms were open to love as she walked towards me.
I was flattered to open my arms.
Hey! It’s so greasy! Sorry!
And then I watched her pass by me, hugging the beautiful aunt behind me.
“You bitch! Go back to B and don’t say a word! We haven’t seen each other in years. I’m sorry.
Two women went back into the door.
North Wind Shawser, I’m like a chicken.
A scarf around my neck and a scratch on my head.
SONG DRIVES LEFT, LIGHT LONG:
“Girlfriend, come in. I’m sorry.
4.
I’ve got a nice red car in front of me and it hurts my eyes.
“These two kids have a destiny! University!
After a long time without seeing the cold again, pretty aunt turned her eyes back to my face.
That’s not true. His son’s been staring at me for half an hour.
I’ve got two eyes on my face.
Or “Mother and Child Sword”.
As if my mother had found Columbus in the new continent,
“This is a canoe. Do you have a girlfriend?”
The eyes of Song Qianzhou were so deeply groaning on my face that I was surprised by my heart and my lungs.
“No, Aunt Nat. I’m sorry.
My mother’s eyes are shining in my heart.
Since my cousin found an interesting young talent who went to Stanford last year, 21-year-old yellow veggies — I’ve been hanging out in the oil pot.
Yesterday morning, Maruko blew up because I didn’t find anyone.
My mom did a good job.
“You just moved in this year. This is your aunt’s daughter. Let her show you around. I’m sorry.
“Mom…my sister-in-law…” I tried to find out.
“Your aunt hasn’t seen you in 10 years. It’s a year! I’m sorry.
My mom moved, and this game is over.
5.
At the beginning of the year, on the streets of San Xiaoso, it was just me and Song who walked side by side in the cold.
I don’t want to go in parallel, but I can’t get rid of him as fast as I can.
He’s got three or two steps to catch up with.
I was breathing:
“Sit somewhere?”
Song is nodding.
Three minutes later, Kendrickri and I sat back.
No way, B. The rest of the city has had a year without making money.
I’ve been sitting around the table without a name, and I’ve decided to face the terrible scandal:
“It’s not me, it’s someone else who’s using my name. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“It was you who told me the rumors, not me. I’m sorry.
“I know. It’s me. I’m sorry.
I’m suddenly eight degrees taller. I’m sorry.
Song slowly stirs the hot cocoa in front of him.
“I said… I followed you first and I let you go. I’m sorry.
After all, you don’t know what’s going on with the wall. I’m sorry.
“A little girl, faceless. I’m sorry.
When I looked at him, he added:
“I’m thicker. I’m sorry.
I’ve actually denied it.
But a few days later someone pulled out the account ID on the white wall, the address was our bedroom, and 10,000 mouths were not washed, and the wind was all scolding me and standing up.
Song Dingzhou is the man of the school girl’s heart. With me, it’s the Keyboard Man’s party.
But the next day, there was a rumor that Song Qianzhou had been chasing me first, and it became even more gruesome and envious that Song Qian Zhou himself had certified himself.
The drama has become a couple’s passion.
From my memories, I’m a little shy:
“Do you know that now the whole T-man says we’re…
“Friend and wife? “Song Dynasty’s Channel of Convergence.
“Does it bother you? I’m sorry.
I shake my head:
“None. You’re saving my life in the Pitt. I’m sorry.
Song can look up and make a smile.
His eyes are dim, and he’s not funny. He smiled, but he was warm, like Amber.
“So I’m your man? I’m sorry.
The tail’s ticking, lazy and intimacy.
I laughed, too.
“Yes, when the springs report.” I’m sorry.
Song Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d
“No report. Just don’t lead me around in the cold. I’m sorry.
Listening to pretty aunty… they lived in F, four seasons like spring, B, the day he was cold and he didn’t fit.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Sing, you iron… friend, I paid. I’m sorry.
So did Song Ding-kwon, whose narrow eyes were thin, and whose smiles were so sweet.
But I saw nothing but a kind of gentleness.
6.
I had no idea that my mother and Aunt Luo had reached a perfect consensus while building a great friendship between Song and Song.
For the rest of the vacation, my father and his father became untouched weeds.
My mother and Aunt Luo were together on the day, and the cow and weaver had no desire to see them.
Song and I were forced to ride day by day.
This week, I was on the couch with Song Thong, listening to the old Buddha’s debauchery, waiting for him to come out of the trial dressing room, and sitting at the table and eating his own “food” of biochemical weapons.
It can be said that, apart from sleeping, I’ll see Song Dingzhou almost overnight.
We have risen from great friendships to renown of revolutionary friendships.
One day I can’t help it.
“Can you and Aunt Lo not drag me? Will you let this bird fly? I’m sorry.
“What kind of bird are you? You’ve got more than enough wings! I’m sorry.
My mom looked at me for nothing.
“Look at the canoe. I’m sorry.
I’ve lost.
“You’re too good to talk. I’m sorry.
Song Min-kwan is a real man.
He washes the car and brings it to my mom.
“Uncle Nat, I’m in the way of you talking to my mother tonight or not…”
My mom grabbed Song Qianzhou’s arm.
“You’re still in your mother’s belly, and I’ll make you half a son, and I can’t let you go…”
The second half of Song Qing Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong was shut back in his mouth and took a glimpse of me.
I’m smirking.
I crawled out of her belly. Can’t I know what she’s up to?
Half a son? She’s thinking of Song Quan as her son-in-law!
Song Jin-kwon knows nothing, he’s bluffing.
I can’t help but look at Song’s eyes.
Look at him so carefully, he’s getting better and better!
I put a pick-up in my mouth and said “Clean Heart Curse.”
7.
On the day I returned to school, I was naturally stuck on the same flight as Song.
I didn’t sleep too often when I got on the plane, so when the plane landed, I found my side of the head protected by Song Ding.
The other side…
I’m gonna stand up.
I was embarrassed by a big wet mark on his shoulder.
Song Qing can still be so understanding, he’ll take his backpack and cover it up.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
I got in a cab.
Thank you. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
My mother left behind her son-in-law?
We have a man-skinned Viper in our bedroom. Of course I have to be careful.
Just in my freshman year, my mom bought me an apartment by the school.
I thought I’d moved over this semester and told her that I didn’t tell her why, but rather that it was for sleep quality.
Who ever thought she’d be faster than Little Lee?
I was sent all the way downstairs. I kicked him out.
“This is it. Go back. I’m sorry.
He’s very stubborn:
“All right, I’m on my way. I’m sorry.
I think you’re a terrible liar.
What’s the point?
It really hurts.
Song dumps my suitcase at 1502 and stands straight.
The face of the white is in the dark of the hallowed.
He’s so tall, he’s half my head. I was thinking.
He rubbed my hair, soft and gentle:
“See you later. I’m sorry.
When my little deer came out before he could hit him, he saw Song Ting Quan turn around and pull his key into the lockhole next door at 1501.
I: ? ?
I’m holding him in one of these. I’m like a leopard.
“What’s going on?”
SONG DRIVES A WHILE OF A DIRECT EYES.
A second of a perfect mistake floats on his fine face:
“Didn’t Aunt Nat tell you? I haven’t been sleeping well lately, and Aunt Nat said she just happened to have a house in school space, so she let me live. I’m sorry.
Just in time?
When I bought the house, I signed a house in black and white, and I lived in 1502.
How come this is just an empty house, right next to me?
Huh.
Wait for me here.
You didn’t give your son-in-law your daughter’s address.
It’s to trap your future son-in-law, buy him a room and stuff it.
I don’t think so.
Open up or the mother-in-law of the Northeast.
I’ve endured the roaring of the dragons in my chest and my heart’s silently saying, “Don’t let the fish hurt you.”
“No, why is anyone caught now sleeping? I’m sorry.
Song pour back to the laughter.
8.
The silentness of Song Dynasty across from me.
And then two days after I was busy in the new house, I turned around and left this behind.
When I spread my hair unwashed for two days, put on a lamb and a knee robe with ears and walked out of the elevator with two bags of garbage, I faced the eyes of Song Dynasty in a white sports suit that was so handsome.
..I took my tears down my eyes.
Morning. I’m sorry.
Song dumps his plans for the elevator quite naturally and follows me outside.
Just getting up?
“Hmm. Throw a garbage. I’m sorry.
“Have you had breakfast?”
I had a yawn, “Not yet. I’m sorry.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
I stood still watching him sweat in the head.
“Go up and change. I don’t want to go out with Ice. I’m sorry.
Joke, T-town’s temperature, he’s running in the cold this morning.
Song dazzled and gave him a few flying youths on his forehead, and my mood was unforeseeable with the radians of his mouth.
He rubbed my head, “Wait for me.”
I waited for him, and I saw myself in the window.
I don’t know.
I’m afraid it’s me who should change.
There still seems to be a touch of squares in the hair.
Well… at least wash your hair.
9
Song’s canoe came down very quickly, with a long, black coat, and the face that’s pinned on is getting colder and better.
“Let’s go eat that crab soup bag at the door. I’ve been thinking a long time. I’m sorry.
I said I almost snorted.
Song can look me in the eye, the spirit is tender.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
As I step on my own shadow, I wonder: is Song Qing a man of this nature?
Be gentle and patient, be close and not lose sight.
Too bad I’ve been studying for the first year, and I’ve never been curious about the famous T-Man.
I’m just trying to look him in the eye, and the shadows on the ground.
In the shadows… Song Qing Quan… he’s reaching out and scratching the ears of two giant cats on my hat.
I swallowed saliva and slowly turned my head at 0.5.
He has withdrawn his hand, but his eyes are still missing.
Sunshine hit his amber-colored pupils with a couple of golden waves, dyed with a little spring color on that cold face.
I remembered in my heart that… he loved cats.
It’s… it’s kind of different.
10,
Hot-fried crab yellow bag on top of my finger.
I was rushing to grab chopsticks and be held by Song Ding canoe.
He took his wet towels out of his pocket and ripped them out so slowly, despite the way I looked at them.
From my palms to my fingertips, the words are fast:
“Just touched the garbage, dirty. I’m sorry.
I remember in my heart: there is a fetish of purity.
And the eyelashes of those before him were dazzling, and they were enticing in their focus and tenderness.
He looked me in the face, and suddenly his eyes were darkened.
The head was rubbed and the hand was shoved in a pair of chopsticks.
“Eat it. I’m sorry.
I walked around and grabbed a bag and bit it.
“Is it good?” Song Qiang.
“It’s delicious. I’m sorry.
I don’t think so.
Why can’t I even taste the crab yellow bag I’ve been thinking about?
I’m in a new round of meditation.
11,
Late?
A woman’s voice was snubbed from behind.
I turned around.
The other woman raised the volume: “I said it was late and you said no.” I’m sorry.
I’ll turn around this time.
The sound of the chopsticks being knocked over was loud, and someone shouted.
And the same sound:
“You and Mr. Song are really together? I’m sorry.
I’m picking on the brow…
Her voice is incongruous, and her tenderness is incomprehensible.
The girls were well-dressed and well-dressed, but they were covered in vinegar.
I looked at her for a few seconds, and I saw her shivering away and squeezing her fingertips.
I put my hand in Song’s arms and smiled sweetly:
“Yeah, isn’t it all going crazy in school? I’m sorry.
Don’t you know? I’m sorry.
Her face was as pale as my actions were, and when she heard the white wall, she shivered in the eye.
Song Qing Quan was in a state of invisibility, and the next second he held my past hand in his hand.
“Hello, I’m a late boyfriend.” I’m sorry.
And the palms of their bones wrapped my hand in a thick, twilight, so that their master had an illusion of gel.
I didn’t flinch my hand, but I was crucified.
“This is my roommate.” I’ll introduce you in turn, “Wing, Chen… I’m sorry.
Song Zhong Zhong Zhuang.
Wang Jing and Chen came to me with a few words, and stopped the discussion without blandness.
I’ve been in the library almost a year, and I’m home early and late.
I’m looking at Mengja, who’s still standing, but I didn’t think it would be enough to be put together.
I put my fingerbone to the top of Song’s tender flesh.
“Let’s go back. I’m sorry.
While saying good-bye to Wang Qiao and to Wang Qiao, they both smiled, but couldn’t keep their eyes shut.
I’m a little confused, but I’m quiet.
Get up and wrap up my scarf for me.
Ten fingers.
Like a million times.
I pressed my eyelids to cover my heart and walked out with him.
Monga in the door is as pale as paper.
Outside, the sun is right, the geese are too long.
12,
Ten metres away, I looked down at my own pyjamas and suddenly laughed.
And it’s getting worse, and it’s barely up to the waist.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I look at Song’s blurry face through tears.
“They thought… they thought…”
By the way, I can’t help but remember the look on Wang Qi’s face and the statement.
I was laughing for three minutes, and Song was standing by my side in silence, all warm and impatient.
I’m re-opening, and I’m taking some breaths:
“They thought we were living together. I’m sorry.
The color of Song Ding can finally change.
His eyebrows were so aggressive that he was pushed by the way he smiled all these days.
At this point, he dazzled and rose up to every eye.
His lips snuggle, and his sense of oppression comes.
“Oh, yeah? I’m sorry.
I suddenly had a strange thought.
“It’s probably the real Song Dynasty.” I’m sorry.
Shit, it’s more.
I was conscious to squeeze my finger, but I found it with his left hand.
So he realized, he slowly pulled his hand out, and he looked like he was:
“That girl who just published the white wall, right? I’m sorry.
My thoughts were immediately taken away by him.
“Perhaps it is. I’m sorry.
“Can I help you? “The gentle and sweet Song canoe is back.
“I’m not going to do anything. I’m sorry.
Song can’t say anything.
I can’t help but ask.
“Don’t you ask me why? I’m sorry.
And he laughed, “You have your reasons. I just have to support you.” I’m sorry.
“Whatever? “A strange impulse came out of my mouth.
“No matter what.” I’m sorry.
Fong has only tried a few times, and I can almost conclude that the confession wall must have come from Mengja.
And… she likes Song.
But for whatever reason she chose to do it, I don’t care.
If they are lost, they will return, and if they are not, they will receive.
I do not want to focus my time on these irrelevant people.
There are too many better and more worth in this world waiting for me to pursue it.
But there’s a man who’s willing to stand behind you unconditionally, and who thinks it’s an extremely pleasant thing.
Our shadows are stretched long and staggered and staggered as the shadows of the master shake unheard.
It’s like something broke out.
I suddenly ran all over Song’s boat.
North wind, scratching our eyebrows.
But our chests, hot, gushing into limbs.
Then I knew that when we were obstinate, we were in love.
13,
School starts the next day.
Song and I have a busy schedule.
But unlike before, I no longer run to the library study room sooner or later, but with Song Quan, each day at my living room desk.
We barely communicate, except with pens of sharp sand, flipping pages, banging keyboards that stir a room of silence, and a string of two people across the corner.
The reason for this state of affairs was that one day I asked Song Thong Quan for an economic model, and he sat down and opened his book after I had finished, and it continued until now.
And We rubbed some gruesome eyes, and turned our heads into a focused eye.
The Song canoe leaned against the table and looked at me in silence for some time.
The light eyes show a little light.
“Are you hungry? I’m sorry.
I touched my stomach, “A little bit. I’m sorry.
“Do you want some pasta?”
I thought he said take-out, whatever. I’m sorry.
Song canoeed out of the door and came in a minute later with a bag.
It’s been a while.
I watched him go straight to the kitchen and I couldn’t help but pick his eyebrow.
I leaned on the kitchen door and watched him dry under the skilled ground, and cut the tomatoes.
Song Ding can has a beautiful handwork, and even if he picks up a shovel, he’ll be very happy.
“Can you cook?”
“Hmm. My mom’s cooking level, you know. I do it myself sometimes when Auntie’s not around. I’m sorry.
I’m excited.
“Shall I come?”
This was the first time that Song Qiank had not looked at me with tenderness at once, but had strained his lips.
I squeezed into him, so confident.
“Don’t worry, I won’t have my mother’s hand…
Five minutes later, I threw a charred pot shovel and a thin paste and a tomato whose remains could not be found, and ran out of the kitchen.
Excuse me. I’m sorry.
What a shame.
Think about what you just said. You want to buy a ticket out of Earth all night long?
I pretended to read at the table, but the rest of it was in the kitchen.
Five minutes later, a bowl of tomato pasta came to me, glamorous.
“The food is simple and will be eaten. I’m sorry.
I looked across the street in his bowl.
“This… don’t eat it. I’m sorry.
I’m a little confused.
It’s because I’ve just had a ho ho ho ho ho to make the two of them one.
“All right. I like to eat something bigger. “Song smiled.
But that fire can’t be really hot, huh?
Song Qing can’t stop talking and put a chopstick in his mouth.
That scene… it’s like a handsome man eating shit.
Or half a month of constipation.
It’s amazing.
I can’t stand to look at you, sin and guilt.
Song Tsang can’t change his face and eat what can’t be called food. Look at me.
“Not bad. I’m sorry.
I’m covering my heart.
Probably my conscience hurts.
“Why don’t you eat? It’s getting cold. I’m sorry.
I swear in my heart, you’re my old man after Song!
I’ll have a bite to eat.
I put up with the guilt of Song Quan, and I had to eat half the bowl with tears.
Fong’s vow came out of nowhere…
I put the bowl down quietly.
The Song canoe across the street picked out the frown. I’m sorry.
I don’t know if I’m in his head with my conscience, and I’m gonna put a chopstick in his mouth.
When I came back to try to get my hands back, Song Qiank had come down and my hand had swallowed my face into my mouth.
And the eyelashes of a feather cast a shadow over his face, and looked straight into my shallow eyes as a water of spring.
It’s like my heart’s stalling for a second.
The ancients said to look at the beauty in the light, and did not deceive me.
Song Ding canoe has gone back, with his tongue licking his lower lip and his eyes shining.
“I still like to make it late. I’m sorry.
When my heart beats, bury my head in the bowl and finish the rest.
Help! This man is deceiving everywhere.
Song Qing can’t talk anymore. I want my bowl before I finish.
When I was so close, I first found him with two shallow dimples on his face.
It’s almost invisible.
I looked at him, and his shadow was projected on the table, as if it were broken twice.
In the shadow will be his ear on my lips.
Incoherent.
Such a climate is too easy to demagogue.
There’s a string in my head and I’m holding his hand.
He’s a little stupendous. I kissed him.
Both of them have a strange heart rate.
This kiss stops with a touch and nobody goes deep.
I jumped off the table with my heart beating so fast I ran into the room.
14.
I’ve been hiding from Song Ding since that night.
Help! Who lets me kiss someone in a moment?
I covered my face.
He doesn’t want to see me either.
Otherwise, why do you come home sooner and later than ever before, and two people living across the door for six months have no chance of meeting each other?
Once out of two pairs of school couples suddenly single-handedly, the rumor that Song and I broke up quickly engulfed the T-Big.
Seeing Song Jin-kwon again is a public elective course half a month later.
It was too late the night before, and I almost stepped on the spot.
I looked in the front row and found only one seat at the bottom of the third row.
And at that moment, I saw Song Ding canoe in the back.
He’s always the most visible in the crowd.
I’m relieved.
Fortunately, that seat was close to him, but different rows.
Who would have wanted to hurt me?
When I stepped on the steps behind, the boy with the big eyes on Song Dynasty came to my place with his hand full of books and his ears turned out fast.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been around, and I’ve been able to pick up my eyebrow.
I don’t know.
Song Qingzhou sits still, and the sun comes through the window and kisses this beautiful young man.
His eyes have never gone out of my face, in peace.
The more my heart lined up.
I turned around and stood in front of the boy: “Go back.” I’m sorry.
He stunned.
“Why did you do it?”
“I said go back…” I interrupted him.
The teacher just walked into the classroom and saw me as a man who couldn’t afford to move and returned to his place.
I barely listened to anything in this class.
When I saw Song Qing, all the emotions that were crushed suddenly came out like a flood.
So I thought so about him.
For the past six months, I’ve had breakfast with no one.
I’m still not going to the library, but I’m alone on that long table.
I’ve been in my head since I met Song.
It turns out he’s been in every part of my life.
It was as if a piece of flesh and blood had been removed, and it was sour and painful.
I like him.
15,
I don’t know when the teacher left.
I didn’t come back until the whistles and the whistlings were blown up in the classroom.
And I saw in the eyes of the people a girl standing on an open field in front of Song’s canoe.
The black manicure in the coat strangulated her body and the makeup was clearly carefully painted.
It’s Mengja.
Mengja changed the way she looked, the cheeks were red, the beauty of the prune.
Her eyes slipped on me, and she fell on Song Ding.
“Mr. Song… I’ve just been sitting in your back row. Why aren’t you sitting with her late? I’m sorry.
Song Jin canoe still sits in a chair with some lazy look.
He didn’t even lift his face, as if it were air.
Many people in the classroom looked down on Song’s face without hesitation, and Mengja was probably upset.
Her voice has become urgent:
“Is it true that Mr. Song broke up with him? If it’s true, she bit her lips, “Can I have a chance?” I’m sorry.
I put my hands on the table so tight.
Song Ding can finally look her in the eye, the color of which I’ve never seen before, and even a little bit of anger in my eyes:
“None. I’m sorry.
Meunga stopped.
Song Qing can stand up and look down at her:
“I said you didn’t have a chance. I’m sorry.
Song was moving, looking at me.
And We did not consciously look into his eyes, and the eyelashes dyed a light in the sun, and lightened his eyes.
Only one will be printed out.
“She’s angry. I’m sorry.
“I’m teasing her.”
The voice of Song is small, but it is clear into the ears of everyone present.
He did not respond positively, but the words were vague.
It’s only when there’s a lot of noise around.
Mengjia’s face was red and finally rushed out.
The crowd is moving away, and Song is coming to me.
With light on his back, the slashing outline was gentle.
He looked at me and looked at me.
“Night and evening, I’ve been working on the subject these days. I’m sorry.
And he was so blue right now, and he was so much more exhausted than ever before.
His voice got lower, “I kind of miss your table. I’m sorry.
I watched him get softer and smile.
He finally spreads his hand so thin, rubbed a hand over my head, took my bag on my shoulder, “Go home. I’m sorry.
I look at that long, long figure.
Suddenly figured out what.
He’s the cloud moon.
But he gave me all the good tempers.
It’s gentle and condoning.
16,
The distance from the school building to my home is not short.
It’s less than 20 minutes to go through the small door.
Song Qing can still move slowly and walk by my side.
His hands were in his pocket, surrounded by a clean cold.
And every time he looks to me, his eyes are filled with warmth without cause.
I remember my mother’s voice, and she smiled:
“A silly girl, when you meet someone you really like, the only thing you think about is that I want to be with him. Don’t hesitate. I’m sorry.
It’s true.
I consciously bit my lower lip and just started saying something.
The bell rings.
My mother’s phone calls are always the same.
“No class at noon, right? I made a couch last month. I’m sorry.
“It’ll be almost there. Leave the phone with you. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say a word. The phone was cut off.
I haven’t responded yet. Next call is in.
Fish… Miss Fishballs? The voices across the street are a little shaky.
I don’t know.
I responded with all the black lines, and I went on to say:
“Here, your furniture is downstairs. Can you sign it? I’m sorry.
“Thank you, I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.
Other than that, my mom’s aesthetic is always online.
It’s 1:30 when a couple of delivery agents get me the old couch and the new couch is set.
I looked at the watch, and I was a little upset.
There’s still class at 2:00, and I can’t make it to dinner.
The SONG canoe, which had been helping the couriers, disappeared at some point.
I took a bottle of milk and I was ready to go out, and I saw Song Qing Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong.
“Where have you been?”
“Buy something. I’m sorry.
He had a class this afternoon, and I didn’t say anything. I rushed to the school building.
Our class wasn’t in one place this afternoon, when the experiment building broke up, he stopped me.
Take a hot thing out of my pocket and put it in my hand.
“Both before class, emptiness. I’m sorry.
The warmth spreads from hot rice to the tip of the finger.
Slightly hot.
17,
Monday classes are always extremely tight.
The section follows.
I’m just about to publish another SCI paper, and I’m going to sit in front of the long table in the cafeteria for two at night.
I finally finished the first draft, and I’ve had a long breath.
It took me a while to think that the afternoon was a long time ago, and I didn’t say a word to Song.
And what about the confession?
I’m going to get some water by the water-purifier, and I’m looking at a pair of dark green bean eyes.
When the lights were flashing out the window, I almost ran out of the house at the same time.
Song can open the door, I guess I’ve got a “sing” before I see it. Get behind him and rush in:
“Close! Close! I’m sorry.
He closed the door for no reason, and turned back and saw me panicking.
I opened my mouth quickly and in a hurry.
“Hand the couch… open the door… into the mouse. I’m sorry.
There’s a few laughs in Song’s eye, and there’s a twilight in his eye.
My face is a little hot.
I don’t have a way. I’m afraid of rats.
“It’s so late that no one should be at the door. I’m sorry.
“You’re staying with me tonight. I’ll get someone tomorrow. I’m sorry.
That’s when I found out he was wearing pajamas.
The black silky pyjamas, which are white as jade, and some of the spinal cords that appear are hot and hot.
I swallowed it.
Good desire.
I’m going to move my eyes away, “Okay. I’m sorry.
“So I’ll get you some clothes? I’m sorry.
I stopped him, “Don’t go. I’m sorry.
And he smiled, and he rolled with a sharp throat.
“Good. Then you’ll wear my pajamas first. I’m sorry.
I take a shower and I think.
It would be a shame, not a good time to talk about feelings.
Or… wait.
The bathroom door was knocked and Song Ding can clear the sound.
“I left your pajamas in the box at the door. Remember to take it. I’m sorry.
I was interrupted and I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
Pyjamas feel a little strange.
I put a bag of “one-off underwear” on my pajamas.
Or women.
Help.
My ears are red and my ears are bleeding, and I’ve been in the bathroom all day.
His pyjamas were really long on me, and I had 40-50 folds of my pants on my ankle.
I open the bathroom door and I’m going to flush it in the bedroom with my loose pants.
Song Qing can call me a few steps away:
“I’ll heat you up a glass of milk and then sleep. I’m sorry.
I didn’t turn back, “No, I’m fine. I’m asleep. I’m sorry.
I’m kidding. I don’t want to show you that I look like a monkey’s ass.
Before closing the door, I felt like I heard a smile coming out of the door and blowing in the wind.
18,
I’m sure you haven’t slept.
I don’t know why I’m lying in this bed, but I have the illusion of being close to Song.
Shit.
I took the covers over my head.
I don’t know what kind of look it was when Song went to buy ladies’ underwear.
Can you be as calm as he was?
I couldn’t sleep until midnight.
When I got up, it was almost eleven.
I haven’t slept for years.
The Song canoe was standing by the falling window, and the sun was shining on him, and the dark hair was glowing with warm and humid light.
It’s… it’s hard to touch.
“Wake up? I’m sorry.
And he heard it coming back, and it was as if it was still warm in his eyes.
And it was a moment when I almost came out of my mouth: “Throw us together.” I’m sorry.
He walked to the kitchen and said, “You’ve been warm. Drink first. I’m sorry.
I called him “Song Dingzhou…”
“What’s wrong? He looked at me, as patient as he had been.
Whenever We called him, he laid down all that was in his hand, and looked at me with great attention and tenderness.
That’s so nice.
Wait a minute. Be prepared. I said to myself.
I laughed, “Nothing, I’m hungry. I’m sorry.
I’m hungry. I drank three bowls of porridge.
“The rat catcher came by this morning and grabbed the… rat. I’m sorry.
“I called Aunty, and I’m cleaning up over there. It’ll be all right. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
Song Qiank for a moment brought a small cage from the gates.
“This mouse… looks like someone’s pet mouse. I’m sorry.
When I bowed my head against those green bean eyes again, I almost knocked the bowl over.
“Aah?”
Song canoe took a pick-up from the fruit plate on the table and put it in the cage.
The mouse reached out with two short hands and grabbed the red fruit and started eating.
“It’s like… a Dutch pig, a pet rat. I’m sorry.
I saw this man again in broad daylight, and I finally saw his face.
When I saw those green bean eyes last night, I fainted.
I don’t know… it does look good.
Brown and white, chubby, near-cleaning, and it’s the way people always look.
The rat must have escaped from someone’s house, and the door had been open for a while while my house was moving the couch.
I looked at Song Qiank and I had a bit of a good look.
19,
The door was knocked.
I saw through his body two middle-aged women talking to him.
Song Tsang gave money and one man sent a box of tweezers to close the door after saying good-bye.
“Did Auntie clean up? I’m sorry.
I put a tweak in my mouth.
Song Qiank came to me, and the height of his body appeared on top of my head in a moment of oppression.
His eyes were gone and he was like, “Well. I’m sorry.
I wiped my hand with a towel. Stand up.
“Then I’ll go back. I’m sorry.
Not only did Song dump his body, but he took another step forward.
The whole person is almost attached to me.
My eyes moved like a tremor caused by a breath or a heartbeat.
“You… got in my way. I’m sorry.
Song Ding canoe raised his fingertips and rubbed them on my lips.
Shit.
Forget to wipe your mouth.
I was just reaching out to wipe my mouth.
“Can we not leave?” I’m sorry.
My hands were in the air, and he turned up with a bit of cool hands.
Start with the red fingertips, a little bit of my stitches.
It’s slow as if it’s giving me a chance to resist.
But I didn’t.
The root of the finger finally matches.
“Can we stay? The Lord will follow you in his bed. I’m sorry.
His ears are red, his eyes are dark, and countless unknown emotions are brewing.
“I said I respect you no matter what you do, but I found myself talking. I’m sorry.
“You want to avoid me, I don’t want to. I’m sorry.
“You want to go, I don’t want to. I’m sorry.
His voice is getting lower and his eyes are getting brighter.
I looked at that light, and it was also light.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
I’ve never seen a moment like that.
His eyes were almost gruesome at me, and the pride in his eyes became the love of the young.
And then a little red eye.
He took me in his arms and put his chin on my shoulder.
A little itchy.
His voice is low, it’s sticky, as if it’s poignant:
“How about you give me a name? I’m sorry.
My eyes are right outside the window.
There will be falling leaves in the sky, whistling.
I hear my voice, light and firm:
“Okay. I’m sorry.
Boyfriend. I’m sorry.
20,
The Dutch pig’s owner is in a hurry.
There are several “seek-and-seek”s in the elevator.
And when Song and I took the pig back, he said, “Thank you.”
“I should thank you. I’m sorry.
Master Dutch pig:
It’s been a long laugh.
“You don’t bite, but you come in for me. I’m sorry.
Dutch pig owner: ?
I was blushing and wringing his hand.
He didn’t care. He wrapped my hand in his hand.
Dutch pig master: ?
It appears from the inexhaustible look of him when he closed his door that this brother would probably hate to beat the two of us in the morning out of his door, the dog and the dog who showed their love.
I rubbed my nose and felt innocent.
Something’s wrong.
He’s got a tendency to tell the world that I’m his girlfriend.
That afternoon, I was at their bedroom party.
As soon as I got into the box, I looked across the street at 19 guys and thought… something was wrong?
And the men are so full of white teeth.
“Sister-in-law, I’m Wangchuan next door to 216. I’m sorry.
“Sister-in-law, I’m Suh-sung from 215 next door. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
It turns out the bedroom party is such a gathering.
I’m smaller.
“Sister-in-law, I’m Hong’s roommate. I’m sorry.
It’s the last boy who looks familiar.
Han-sung smiled at me while giving me a drink:
“I told you, the little couple had a bed fight. It’ll last half a month! I’m sorry.
He turned his head and drank to the rest of the world: “Leave the bet, give the money!” I’m sorry.
The next second, he had 19 extra hundred dollars in his hand.
I:
He put his money in his pocket, he was happy.
“Sister-in-law, look! I still know Brother Cheuk! He can’t last half a month like that with your baby! I’m sorry.
I remember, the boy who robbed my seat the other day.
He’s probably grateful for the money I’ve brought to him, and he’s so glad to hear it all.
“Sister-in-law, you didn’t know that when the school told you about the white wall, he immediately told us that he was after you. I’m sorry.
The other roommate of Song Qianchang has taken over:
“Oh, don’t mention it. We’re seven-footers like a woman. I’ve lost my life!”
I’m a little surprised to see Song Dingzhou. Is that what he said about defending girls?
To this extent with a girl you haven’t met?
It’s obvious that Han-sun didn’t throw up fast.
“It’s more than that. He’s been asking his sister-in-law about your public class. I finally asked my girlfriend for help. I’m sorry.
“As soon as you get the schedule back, Kojiang calls it a positive. I’d love to hook you up with your chosen public class. I’m sorry.
The other boy was very excited to intercede:
“And who knows if you two are telepathic or something! My sister-in-law’s chosen P.D.P. was almost there last year! He’s all that’s left. He’s too busy. It’s late!
“We all said he’d probably get his fists after the year, and if anyone knew, he’d hunt you down! I’m sorry.
A group of people started to laugh.
“Yes, yes, tell us what happened! Grab the liver. I’m sorry.
I smiled at Song’s side of the boat.
He was so cold that he was not near.
It’s not like you’re throwing stones at your feet?
The meal ended at midnight.
I pushed the door, and I put Song Qing Quan on it, and I stabbed him in the chest.
Say, have you been in love with me for a long time? I’m sorry.
Song can look at me like it’s been smooth:
“Yes. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know he was being honest.
Since when? I’m sorry.
The eyes are getting darker.
I’ve lost one of my whole people, and I’m stuck on the wall.
And his face fell down without warning, and the red lips took hold of my sight.
The coolness behind me and the fire ahead of me make me feel like I’m in both the ice and the fire.
I didn’t get an answer until I was kissed and fell into his arms.
But what does it matter?
In the cold winter of the North, I met a man who was so hot.
And this man is holding me in his arms.
Offside 1: Canoe night
1.
I met a girl.
Every Wednesday afternoon I go to the little bushes of the book.
It was a secret base for me until she broke into the house unconsciously.
I can see her all the time, through the impregnable bushes.
The orange cat in the box was fed with all kinds of food.
Her hair was beautiful, and the sun was pouring down like Phnom Penh.
Some of it’s messy, but cute.
I want to reach out and touch.
But this girl never looked back at me.
2.
I’m going to that woods more and more.
Almost as long as I have time, I’ll sit there.
She’s not here for a fixed time. She’s in the middle of the afternoon, sometimes at night.
But every day.
Until that day she lifted the hood.
A rather painful cat bark came out of the box.
The cat’s gonna have a baby.
The little girl probably never saw it. She stood still and the wind blew up her ears.
Cats are barking more and more, and little girls are getting nervous.
I watched her snuggle a little bit and put it on her chest.
The chest is also subject to a sharp rise and fall with the belly of the female.
On the face is almost breathing.
How could there be such a lovely girl?
Cute than a cat.
I looked at her little red face, like an apple?
No, not apples. Cars.
It’s like a ricket.
3.
The white wall keeps my name hanging with her.
And the chords sent her to me.
I admit, every time I have a heart.
But no matter how many times, I won’t let go.
4.
One day, she pulled me a little mysteriously into the woods.
Open the box and show a big head and five fury little heads.
She put a baby cat in her hand and smiled like a cat.
“This is my secret base.”
I moved in my heart and rubbed a piece on her head.
Silly girl, this is my secret base.
Just you never know.
I’m the one who beat the money.
My mom knows I’m with Song. It’s on the phone.
My relationship with Song Ding can be established three days later.
Although I know that this is what Ms. Sachs wanted, I wonder why there is some tension in her heart.
A moment of silence in the hearing.
Ms. Ha’s proud voice re-emerged:
“You two were lost. I’m the one who broke the money. I’m sorry.
I’m holding the phone.
SONG Qianxuan answered the phone calmly:
“Mom. I’m sorry.
“You’re right. “The file number: YX115kMEONZ
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
