It turns out he’s already moved.

Passing through the fire brigade, daily perimeter training.

“Ah, handsome! So many handsome men! * I screamed out *

This time, the handsome finally looked at me!

It’s just that he was looking at my little nephew…

Take the baby to see the handsome, I’m dirty.

In order not to be misunderstood, I will explain: “I am single!” I’m single!”

And this time, handsome looks at me even more strange.

One.

“Today, I’ll catch up with the script. My sister called me.

I nod my head: “Yes! Yes! I’m sorry.

I rushed to kindergarten, and just took my nephew’s hand, and he looked at me like a baby.

“Uncle, let’s go see the handsome! I’m sorry.

Woc, handsome!

We got together and got to the fire squad at the door.

Look at the men in line, my eyes and my little baby’s eyes are shining…

Aunt, the police!

“This is the fireman’s brother. I’m sorry.

I’m attracted to the right body, especially the most handsome one.

He’s seen 185, his skin is a healthy color, with at least eight abdominal muscles and a narrow thigh.

“Son-uncle, you’re spitting. My little nephew looked at me with his face.

And I went on to wipe my hands, and he was mean: “You were more salivating as a child than I was.” I’m sorry.

At that time, a stone came and hit me in the hand with a big red.

The fireman who was the best-looking came out of nowhere.

“Are you okay?”

Ah! I’m dead.

Even if his voice sounds good, he’s still so handsome.

I looked at him like a bonkers.

He frowned and asked me again: “Are you all right? I’m sorry.

“I’m fine.” I’m sorry.

The fireman noded, turned around and left, and I said, “Wait a minute! I’m sorry.

He stopped looking at me and looked at me with vigilance.

It’s over. My first impression in his heart will be ruined.

I pointed at my little nephew, who was lying on the fence: “He loved you very much. I like you too.

Firefighters look at little nephews and smile seriously.

It’s like the sun. It warms my heart.

The little nephew was shy, hiding behind me and looking at him in his little head.

The fireman’s smile is missing.

I can’t say it. He’s mistaken.

Explain: “This is not my child, this is my sister’s. I am single.” I’m sorry.

His eyebrow shrunk, still ice-faced.

“Do you have anything else? I’m sorry.

I’ve thought about it, and I’ve dared to ask, “I can add you.”

“Sorry, I don’t have a cell phone, I have training. I’m sorry.

He didn’t leave me one. He turned and ran away.

I was paralyzed on the sofa and lost my mind.

The whole human being is fertilizing.

My sister: What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

I’m so sad, “Sister, I’m in love. I’m sorry.

My sister’s back-skinned face: “Don’t watch some drama, take my kids with me if you have time. I’m sorry.

When my sister turned around, she was as ruthless as my brother.

Reminds me of the rejected scene.

Whoo-hoo!

And then a little soft hand held my hand: “Son-uncle, don’t cry. My toys are for you.” I’m sorry.

Dude, I was just a little sad and my little nephew’s warm words just made me cry.

Isn’t it just a man? Without this, the next better.

However, I found me wrong.

He’s in my head, he’s in my head.

My sister asked me to pick up the baby, and my little nephew and I fell down on the fence again to see the fireman.

Soon I found him in command.

He seems to know something.

And I turned my head, and when I looked up, I suddenly shattered a shadow.

Two.

“What are you doing?”

For some reason, I saw him with a guilty heart: “Look at the handsome…”

“No, I’m watching you train.” I’m sorry.

He seems a little angry, and he’s on the side, blocking my sight.

“No, it’s not. You stutter. I’m sorry.

“I am…”

Okay, the more nervous the more I stammer, the more I choose to shut up.

After a moment of silence, his eyes were in my hands: “How is your hand? I’m sorry.

I nodded my head: “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

He pulled me a piece of paper out of his pocket: “This is my cell phone number.

The surprise came so suddenly that I couldn’t react and looked at him.

He wrinkled his brow: “Don’t want it?” I’m sorry.

Yes! I’m sorry.

I took the paper from him before he was ready to take it back.

The moment our hands touched, we both fainted.

My face was red and my head was down and I laughed.

His hands, so warm, so hot.

He coughed, “I’m going back to training. I’m sorry.

Wait!

And We called him again: “Can you tell me your name? I’m sorry.

“Wandering. I’m sorry.

“Sniff”?

I’m a little surprised. Is it the new lull I remember?

And he explained to me in black: “The sting of Dan, wandering around.” I’m sorry.

“Oh. I am embarrassed to scratch my head.

“We’re busy with training and we can’t read mobile phones often.” I’m sorry.

Watch him look serious and nervous.

And I said, “I know, I won’t talk to you often, and it’s bothering you. I’m sorry.

He opened his mouth to say something, and it seemed like he gave up and lost me a sap.

“It’s better to get hurt and bruised, remember. I’m sorry.

I held the ointment in my hand and watched him run away from his back and the smile on his face couldn’t hide.

My little nephew pointed at my face, “Did you have a fever? Face red.” I’m sorry.

I picked him up and kissed him in the face: “My aunt didn’t have a fever, spring is coming.” I’m sorry.

It’s wrinkled, looks like it’s been in there for days.

Is it written long ago, just not given me a chance to get it?

Think of it, I’m happy rolling in bed.

I didn’t just get him.

The phone rang and he passed my friend’s request.

I calmed down the excitement and quickly texted him.

Huh?

He knows my name?

As I was about to ask, he said he had a job and left.

I went to see his circle, it was only for three days, clean and clean, nothing.

His head looks like a picture of him with a water gun, and he’s got a good look in his head.

I was immersed in beauty and soon forgot that he knew my name.

In the meantime, I offered to pick up my little nephew and finally caught my sister’s attention.

“Why are you so lazy so suddenly so active? I’m sorry.

I talked to my sister about me and roving.

My sister heard that the face was a little heavy: “Some men are good at playing, do you know him?” I’m sorry.

“He’s not like the kind of guy who can play.” I’m sorry.

“Just be careful. I’m sorry.

My sister left, but her words fell into my heart.

3

I sent him an appointment to see how he treated me.

Two hours later, my eyes were blind.

Or did he get his reply.

I’m comforting myself. He must be too busy to read his phone.

The next day, I had a little red eyes and a little loss.

Did he really tell my sister that he didn’t like me, just play?

It’s sad when the phone rings.

There’s a little word on his head.

I’m in a bad mood.

Aah!

I was excited to hold my cell phone in bed.

Ask him when he’s feeling better.

The message was sent and his response received immediately.

On the date of the appointment.

I got up early to make a light makeup and put on my pretty little dress to find him.

As soon as I got to the fire department door, I saw it coming out.

I waved at him with excitement: “Rocking, here I am! I’m sorry.

He smiled a little and walked towards me.

Maybe my voice was too loud for his teammates.

“Captain, you can. When did you find such a beautiful girlfriend? I’m sorry.

I looked down in red and I laughed.

And he looked at his companion, “Do not scare her, she is weak.” I’m sorry.

That’s the way the teammates cheer.

“Sister-in-law, we usually do that. Don’t mind. I’m sorry.

Sister-in-law!

And I looked up, and I found him looking at me, and there was no justification.

Is that a confession?

“I don’t mind…”

Before he finished, he pulled my hand off.

My heart was beating fast, and he took it even tighter.

It’s a holiday, more people.

He reached out to my shoulder and kept me in his arms.

I can feel his muscles are hard, his body is hot.

I threw my head out of my head and forgot the colored idea.

When he saw it, he asked me, “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

I shook my head immediately: “No, no, let’s go.” I’m sorry.

When we sat down, I found that a lot of girls looked this way.

No, it’s supposed to be watching.

Even waiters are obsessed.

I looked at her like, “Hey, girl, aren’t we gonna have cake?” I’m sorry.

The waiter saw that I wasn’t happy, and then he slipped away.

“It’s pretty tough.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little embarrassed and I’m not eating cake.

He looked at the cake in front of me and said, “Is it so good? I’m sorry.

When I had to answer, I saw him take a fork and put it in his mouth.

“It’s good, it’s sweet.” I’m sorry.

I’m stuck. Is that an indirect kiss?

4

I was in the place he dug, and I threw a piece in his mouth.

And he looked at me and laughed, and he took a towel and he wiped my mouth: “Easy, I’ll taste it, I won’t take you.” I’m sorry.

In this murky atmosphere, my heart floats.

And when the bill was settled, he grabbed my hand and laughed, “This time I’ll come, next time you will.” I’m sorry.

Next time!

The thought of the next time, I was excited to nod my head. I’m sorry.

“This is a big mall. Do you have a place to go? I’m sorry.

“I look at the recommendations. As a result, I haven’t felt my phone for half a day.

My heart is cold.

“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

“My phone’s gone! I’m sorry.

Just drop it, a boy looking at me in the front and walking down his hat.

“It’s him! I’m sorry.

There was a whirlwind in the ear, and he ran after him.

The thief pushed the crowd out of the way.

Wandering to hurt the crowd is much slower.

As the thief was about to run out of the gate, he jumped down the fence in one round.

He jumped to the first floor and caught the thief.

The crowd was shocked and cheered.

And I’m worried if he’s hurt.

I’m worried.

He put the thief under the ground and returned to me with a radiant smile: “It’s all right. I’m sorry.

This is Chinese kung fu! Cool! A friend of foreign origin said in less common words.

The crowd round of applause.

“Is this it? I’m sorry.

“Thank you.” I’m sorry.

I’m grateful for looking at him, and I’m full of worship.

He’s my hero!

5

When the police arrived, they took them back.

The police officer who took the statement suddenly looked at me and looked between me and the roving, showing his aunt’s smile.

I have three big “?” marks on my head.

What’s with all the tension and joy?

Walking through the notes and coming to me.

He put his hand on my forehead: “Have you a fever? Is your face so red?”

His palms were cold, and his breath of fresh mint sprung into my nostrils and reached my heart.

My heart beats fast, and my breath is fast.

“I’m fine! I’m sorry.

His eyes were thick and he looked at me with a smile: “Are you sure it’s okay?” I’m sorry.

He looked down at me and the heat was all on my face.

I’m like, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

I yelled, and then I died, and I was embarrassed…

We’re all silent on the way back.

I’m ashamed of my face!

I sneezed, and his five-man body, his nostrils, the sun, and my hero.

I was nervous, I looked at him, I was afraid to be found.

Turning back, he caught my eyes, and he laughed, and again sighs.

“I only have half a day off today. I’m sorry.

I looked up at him, and I couldn’t say anything, and I got bored.

“Oh. I’m sorry.

I was a little lost, and I followed him behind, and I didn’t know he knew my house.

He sent me downstairs: “Go up, I will go back to the team.” I’m sorry.

He turned around, and I reached out to grab his horn, “When will you be free next time?” I’m sorry.

He smiled, tried to rub my head, and he took his hand back.

“I’ll tell you when I’m ready. I’m sorry.

In the next few days, he seemed busy, with little response.

I was thinking about him, my eyes were staring at the coat on the hanger, thinking about the last date when I borrowed his jacket and I went home.

I stood in front of the fire brigade with a bag and told the sentry I was looking for a ride.

A glimpse of a familiar figure.

I was just about to ask him, but the next second I heard him.

There’s a girl around.

The girl had a good laugh with her hand.

The top of the girl’s head was rubbing, and the face was full of drowning.

I’m a fool with a little red eyes.

I pointed to the girl and said, “Who is she?” I’m sorry.

“That’s our captain’s girlfriend.” I’m sorry.

I suddenly felt like a thunderbolt.

I put the bag in the sentry’s hand: “Please give it to your captain. I’m sorry.

Tears have awakened.

I just want to get out of this sad place.

I’ve been locked up all day.

I can’t figure out why he was so nice to me when he had a girlfriend.

Like my sister said, he just wants to play with me?

At that time, the cell phone was ringing, and it was spun, asking me why I left without saying anything.

I remember when he rubbed that girl’s head, my eyes were red and my eyes were shaking and typing.

He’s still pretending to lie to me.

I wiped his tears back.

I’ll hack him after I get the message.

I finally had a hard time.

Six.

I’ve been out for days and my sister can’t watch.

She dragged her nephew to me: “Take her for a walk for a change.” I’m sorry.

Look at the cute little nephew, I can’t stand to refuse.

Walking on the road, I suddenly found a familiar figure, like loitering.

He’s still with the last girl.

I rushed my little nephew back.

As soon as he turned around, he heard him calling out my name in the back: “Choose!”

I was so scared I took my little nephew and ran away.

But I overestimated my arm and fell on the ground after a few steps.

The little nephew, “Whoa!” cried.

I couldn’t get away with it.

Fortunately, the little nephew was not injured, probably scared.

“How are you? Are you hurt?”

I can’t help but hear what he cares about.

The backlog of days has been flooding.

I was going to take my little nephew, but I was stopped.

I was crying and I said, “Get out of the way. I’m sorry.

His eyes were on my feet: “Do you want to get worse?” I’m sorry.

I looked down and found the knee bleeding.

“Just mind your girlfriend. I don’t need your concern. I’m sorry.

I reached out and tried to push him away, but he pulled me out of my arms.

His body is hot and my heart beats up.

I was surprised to see him.

He’s not afraid to be misunderstood by his girlfriend?

That’s when the girl opened her mouth.

Brother, is this the girl you’re talking about? My future sister-in-law?”

I listen, I freeze.

What did this girl just yell at?

Brother?

Are they brothers and sisters?

And lo! lo! he saw the doubt in my eyes, and said unto me: Thou hearest not wrong; she is my sister. I’m sorry.

I looked at the girl and she couldn’t help but nod her head.

It’s only close to me that she looks like a seven-eight.

“I can hold you now.” I’m sorry.

He picked me up before I answered.

He watched his little nephew say to his sister, “This little crybag is yours.” I’m sorry.

She asked him, “This is a little crybag. What is that?” I’m sorry.

He looked at me and smiled softly: “This, of course, is a big cry. I’m sorry.

No face!

I hid with my face in his arms and his hot eyes stopped on me.

7

It’s very light, like scratching, itching.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. The sentry is new. I didn’t know Ziao was my sister. I’m sorry.

I was a little confused when he opened his mouth.

“Now, can you remove me from the blacklist? * And I’m talking *

At this moment I find that he’s a little tired and he’s got a head.

I’m a little upset.

He put his hand in my hand and smiled a little.

“I was wrong, and I am putting you back now.” I’m sorry.

I wanted to live. I immediately sent him an apology.

He took a look at his cell phone and flashed a glimpse of joy.

“That’s the way to be good.” I’m sorry.

After a misunderstanding, our relationship got closer.

Weekend, roving around to climb.

He’s a firefighter, walking like a fly.

High-skilled, handsome faces, walking in the mountains, particularly attractive.

He’s easy to walk, I can’t. He’s out of control.

“Travel, you go ahead. I’ll see you later. I don’t want to spoil his mood and wave at him.

“The view of the top is beautiful, and I want to see it with you. I’m sorry.

My heart was like an arrow, and the “Poo-Poo-Poo” was beating.

“I carry you. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Jan25

He’s got a wide back and a sense of security.

“What are you waiting for? I’m sorry.

I was shy, and I put it up, and for a moment, he stunned.

His back is warm, and I can feel his strong muscles through his clothes.

His hair smells good. I smell it.

That’s when he suddenly turned back.

8

Wandering lips wipe my nose.

I was like a monster, like a pussycat.

He’s stiff, and he looks at me.

Knowing what I did, I hate to die on the spot.

I turned my head and I saw a smile.

“Wasty? I’m sorry.

Don’t talk… kiss me.

The weather in the mountains is cloudy, and it rains in no time.

Wandering behind my back and finding a shelter.

His hair was wet and the sun was handsome, and I took a towel to him.

“Your hair is wet. I’ll wipe it for you. I’m sorry.

Get him down!

We’re in close touch again.

“Yes, I’m sorry!” I got up.

I heard a hum and realized what I just touched.

I turned red and afraid to look at him.

“Are you all right?”

“What do you think?”

In the sound of his bites, he was restrained in the slightest.

We both had red ears, the mood in the pavilion, and he was a little weird: “I’ll look around, find an umbrella to take you down the hill, and there’ll be animals out there later. I’m sorry.

As soon as the voice fell, there was noise in the grass.

We’re face-to-face.

“I’m afraid.” I’m sorry.

The roving breath suddenly became hurried.

And he smote me in the head: “I am here, be not afraid. I’m sorry.

And he picked up the stick on the ground: “I will go and see, and wait for me here.” I’m sorry.

It’s been over ten minutes, and I’m a little worried.

There was a bad signal in the mountains and my cell phone couldn’t get through.

“Run, where are you?”

Even though the rain was heavy, I heard him whispering.

“I’m here…”

I’m going to follow the sound.

On a tree on the edge of a cliff, which is shaky, it will break at any time.

And when I was going to walk, he came out and stopped, “Don’t come, it’s dangerous! I’m sorry.

The branch swayed a few times because of his actions.

I’m stuck in my throat and I’m crying.

9

And We took out the ropes in his bag and threw them at him: “Strap this on and I will pull you up.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t come near me!” He yelled.

He used to beat the grass to get rid of the beast, and the ground was too slippery.

“I’ll find a way to get up there. Stay away from me! I’m sorry.

I look at him as if he’s holding back, and I’m thinking about my safety, and I’m crying.

“Worried!”

He wouldn’t let me save people. I had to call the police and the fire department, but there was no signal in the rain.

I don’t know whether it’s rain or tears.

Looks like I’m in a hurry, looks deep and looks like I’m still in pain.

He said, “It’s my fault that worries you. I’m sorry.

I cried back to him: “I am useless!” And … don’t deliberately bully me and make me laugh. You came out here to protect me. I’m sorry.

He looked at me smiling, and he looked soft: “Well. I’m sorry.

Under his guidance, We drew a rope around a tree, slowly pulling back and cooperating in his own salvation.

After half an hour of shock, he was finally pulled up.

I’ve been crucified with a heartache.

“Mommy. I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

He held me in his arms and he held me tight.

I was surprised by the suddenness of his actions. I couldn’t help myself. I heard him say:

Moe, be my girlfriend, okay?

The heart beats have not gone down yet, and they are soaring.

In the mountains, in the rain, we’re like people in movies.

I’ve been quiet too long, he’s in a hurry.

Promise me, will you?

“Good. I’m sorry.

I took the initiative to hold his face, to block his lips in the rain, and to hide the rest of his words.

10

My heart, a little indulging, in the lurking tenderness.

When I got back, I had a lot of time.

“Are you busy at work? I laughed and asked him.

“It’s no longer important to work with you. You’re my priority. I’m sorry.

And he put me in his arms, and his chin stood upon my head, grinding my heart to pieces.

My voice was soft: “I’m sick of you rubbing me. I’m sorry.

He moved and his throat rolled.

Then lift up my chin, and the kisses fall as many.

My hand is on the chest and my mother’s phone came when I was about to eat some tofu.

Aah!

“Honey, come back for dinner! I’m sorry.

I was just about to say, “I’m hungry too. I’m sorry.

I seriously doubt he did it on purpose.

The other side of the phone, my mom’s dead, so am I.

He might want me to take him home!

I’m not sure I’m going to do that.

Before the door, I looked at him, he looked at me.

I was afraid to go in and hold my hand: “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m sorry.

After the door, something that I didn’t expect happened.

I’m not surprised that my mom was so kindly pulling around, she didn’t show any surprise. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

“You’re the one who’s here! I’m sorry.

“Yes, aunt. I’m sorry. I’m just visiting. I’m sorry.

“What are you doing, neighbor upstairs? I’m sorry.

This time, it’s my stupid eye.

When I went back to my room, I said, “I’ve seen you before. I’m sorry.

I’m a little surprised and full of expectations.

It’s like a happy memory.

“A little over a year ago, I came back on a mission to see an old man fall and no one to help him, and you didn’t say anything about helping him, and you said, “Grandpa, I’m a low-privileged family. I can’t blackmail me.” I thought you were funny. I’m sorry.

I remember.

Later, the grandfather’s family bought a box of fruit to thank me.

“The second time I saw you was at a New Year’s Eve party, and everyone was watching the show, and you were the only one who ate, and didn’t finish his mouth, and took a new snack. I’m sorry.

I asked him, “Did you think I was cute?” I’m sorry.

“No, I was thinking, how could a girl be so greedy? I’m sorry.

Well, I’m dead.

I see my embarrassment, and I laugh, and I add, “I have been impressed with you ever since.” I’m sorry.

“You’ve been in love with me so long?” I’m sorry.

Answer me, it’s a warm, entangled kiss.

12

I know about our relationship.

She held my hand and she was like, “You’re such a good girl. I’m sorry.

I can’t watch my mom say she’s wearing tears, and I can’t see it. I’m sorry.

My mother joined the army of praise.

The two mothers were talking about the wedding.

I ran away as soon as I saw it.

At night, I talked to Joker.

He suddenly took his face seriously: “Momies, Mothers are right, let’s look at me again and get married next year.” I’m sorry.

And We leaned in his arms, and We said with shame, “Is it too early?” I’m sorry.

“That doesn’t look like I’m working hard enough. I’m going to go on! I’m sorry.

He said that he had done it, and in the meantime, he had refreshed my perception of love.

On weekends, he asked me to go to the movies. He didn’t show up after the appointment.

I didn’t answer the phone. I had a bad feeling.

The phone was reached after dialling again, but it wasn’t him, and my happy heart went down again.

“Sister-in-law, why did you call? I’m sorry.

The person who answered the phone was his teammate, he was exhausted.

I’m in a hurry to ask, “Where’s the roving?” Where did he go?”

“Captain he…”

His team members’ hesitation made me feel bad.

“What’s wrong with him? Say it! * I’m in a state of total panic, and I’m crying. *

His teammates were silent for a moment, as if they were determined: “We’ve been trying to save the fire in the tower, and the captain has been in the building for more than an hour and hasn’t come out yet…”

I’m petroified in place and I feel asphyxiated all over.

13

I pulled my leg and ran straight to the fire site.

The fire has been contained and a few firefighters are working to finish.

And I was crawling around the crowd, looking at the firesuits that were not far away, and my heart was strangling.

The sleeves on one side of the fire suit have been burned down, under which I gave them the safety rope to wander.

“No! No! I’m sorry.

I pulled the crowd and ran, shivering to pick up the fire suit.

“We looked, we didn’t find the captain, the building was empty. “The fireman who was closest to me looked down and cried.

This sentence extinguishes the only hope left in my heart.

I fell to the ground and cried with my clothes, and I was never so desperate.

I keep flashing and roving in my head.

He said he’d stay with me forever.

I almost fainted.

Suddenly, there was a dumb voice.

“Mommy. I’m sorry.

I’m stuck, red-eyed.

I saw a body in a fire suit, with a pen in it.

I’m trying to say, “Wandering.” I’m sorry.

“What, you don’t even know your boyfriend? I’m sorry.

His face was a little dark, laughing at me.

I held him in my arms, and my voice choked, “Fine, you’re all right.

I’m afraid of all the fear that it’s just a moment before I touch his body.

And he smote his back with a whisper: “How could I be in trouble when there was a crying bag waiting for me?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t laugh at me. I’m sorry.

“Okay, don’t cry. It hurts. I’m sorry.

He wanted to wipe my face off, see his dirty hands, he hesitated.

And We held his hand: I am not averse to you, nor are you averse to yourselves. I’m sorry.

He stunned for a second and then lost his voice and laughed, “Okay! I’m sorry.

14

And I recreated a rope of safety to wander, and solemnly said, “Take it with you, and you cannot leave.” I’m sorry.

“You help me wear it.” I’m sorry.

I was ready to get up with a rope, but he put me in his arms.

“Will you stay tonight? I’m sorry.

And I admit that I was moved, but I kept pushing him away with reason: “No, you are too handsome and I will not control myself.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think I thought so.

“I want to protect you, I don’t want to do anything to you,” he said, “just after life and death, I want to spend more time with you.” I’m sorry.

“I was just trying to save the fire and protect others, despite…”

“Now what?”

“Now, there’s so much to worry about, and fear that something will happen to you, that it will upset you. I’m sorry.

I whispered, “Let me stay with you tonight.” I’m sorry.

I can’t stand to see the poor look.

I’d really like to be with him.

“I’ll take you home before your aunt gets worried.” I’m sorry.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

It’s not that I’m not staying, it’s that he’s sending me back.

The two of us went to the door and twisted the handle so we couldn’t open it.

He’s frowning.

I noticed something. I went up and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

He was like, “I can’t open the door. I’m sorry.

“…”

“Mom, did you lock the door?” I’m sorry.

“No, it’s probably a long time. The door is broken. I’m sorry.

We watched the new door and rejected it.

I put my ears on the door and I thought I heard my mother’s voice.

My mother was still excited, and she said, “Friendly, these young people are moving too slowly, and we’re going to have to take some medicine. I’m sorry.

I thought I was hearing things.

“Mom, are you out there?”

I just opened the door and the laugh stopped.

15

It was quiet around, and I stopped, and I wandered.

“Aunt, we heard you. I’m sorry.

“Yeah, Mom, open the door. I’m sorry.

My mother said, “The door is broken. I’m sorry.

“No one’s home tonight, you can do whatever you want.” I’m sorry.

Laughing’s getting far away, I know.

Staring against the wall, laughing at me, looking hot.

I was nervous and I went around him to go back to the sofa, and I took a pillow and I kept it apart.

“Go to bed.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll sleep here…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. I’m sorry.

I looked at him in red, “You…”

I’m afraid I’ll touch him!

And finally, I made a compromise, “You sleep outside, I sleep inside, I don’t cross the border. I’m sorry.

He came at me with a smile, and he held me in one hand, with his head on my shoulder.

He held him for a while and he let go.

Then, just as we were quiet and ready to sleep, the bluetooth box in the house was linked and it automatically played a strange sound.

“Aah!”

I yelled.

“Mom! I’m sorry.

Two moms are doing everything they can to help them.

16

I was afraid to go in his arms.

“Mommy…” exclaimed.

“Don’t move. I’m sorry.

“It’s so scary. I’m sorry.

“It’s all fake. I’m sorry.

“I’ll sing you a song.” I’m sorry.

♪ Ghosts with music and songs, and I hear it sing softly ♪

We sang half a night.

His weak tone is too lethal for my senses to hold.

“Rocking…”

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

And We took hold of his strong arm and opened his mouth softly, and said, “I am still afraid.” I’m sorry.

He was in a state of health, and his breath suddenly became fast, and his voice was so low, “What should we do?”

We turned our backs on him, “Do something, and turn away.” I’m sorry.

The next day, I repent, I regret!

I don’t know.

After breakfast, walk me home.

After the last fire risk was dealt with, he took a week off.

In addition to the pro bono activities I accompanied him, I secretly organized a team of volunteers dedicated to a fire safety campaign.

The first reaction is to move!

“Mommy. I’m sorry.

And I held his hand: “I like you, and you must be safe, and you must protect everyone, and I can only protect you in this way.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

He’s holding my hand, with my ten fingers.

When volunteer teams are formed, help will also be on the scene when free time is available.

Two years later, we had over 20 events.

The activity was extremely well-reacted, there was a high awareness of prevention and a much lower number of fires.

At the event, a journalist asked me, “Hello, Miss Chu, can you share with us the reasons why you’re doing so many events?” I’m sorry.

I had a flash of my head and I said to the camera:

“For my love, he was a fireman, who worked so hard that I wanted to do my best to help them. I’m sorry.

Under the stage, standing by, staring at me.

The moment when his eyes were filled with love, fidelity and due diligence, was turned into a desire to rest.

17

I’m going to take me somewhere.

When he arrived, he took out a ring to propose, and I stopped him.

He’s a little confused. I’m sorry.

There’s a little panic in the eye.

I smiled and comforted him: “I have a present for you before that.” I’m sorry.

The screen behind you was lit up in due course and a photograph of the mission was shown.

And in the moment when he stood still, I came to him with flowers.

“You’ve been protecting the safety of others, you’ve been their hero, you’ve loved the profession, and I have tried to be your strong back and you have no worries. I’m sorry.

Remembering the hardships of our journey, my eyes were red, and I cried out, “Will you marry me with a seven-coloured cloud?” I’m sorry.

“I do!”

“You’ve got too many surprises for me, baby. I’m sorry.

I filmed his back and said, “Will you kiss me?” I’m sorry.

“Ooh. I’m sorry.

Suddenly there was a rush and a group of people came in and laughed.

I’m embarrassed to keep my head down and try to find a place to sew in.

He didn’t care about the others. He kissed me in the face.

The kiss was short and gentle.

(concluded)

I’m sorry.

My son was a fireman, and I found out he had a crush and lived downstairs.

I decided to help him.

I pretended to go for a walk in a small garden and ran into a neighbor downstairs.

“What a coincidence. Are you coming for a walk? I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

“Where’s your daughter? Not with you?”

The neighbor’s face was like, “She’s at home, she’s got a phone, she’s got a video, she’s got no one, and I’m so sad. I’m sorry.

When I heard it, I had the chance, I grabbed the neighbor’s hand, and she said, “She likes handsome guys. That’s right. My son’s handsome. No one. I’m sorry.

The neighbor’s eyes were bright, “Okay. I’m sorry.

I took my neighbor home, and she was very happy with my son after she got to know each other.

“Wasn’t there anything to do, or was he discharged from the army? She decided to help my son pursue her daughter.

She’s like me. She’s operational. She’s very competent.

She deliberately put it on the table: “Oh, I was passing by the fire department at the door today, and there were a lot of handsome guys in it. I’m sorry.

After her daughter listened, she did.

She used to come to my house with her grandson, and the little girl liked the police and saw my son worship.

When she saw the time, she said to her grandson, “Yang, I’ll pick you up in the afternoon. Take her to the police brother, remember?” I’m sorry.

I was so excited to see the police, and I said, “Grandmother, I remember! I’m sorry.

And then it finally happened.

My neighbor and I have a feeling that dating is too much for Mom.

Extra: Marriage

I look in the mirror and I’m excited and nervous.

Me and Joker finally got married.

It’s like they’re here.

My maid of honor close the door and keep them from coming in.

“Mike, I’ll take you home.” I’m sorry.

I can hear the excitement in his words and imagine the look on his face right now.

The bridesmaid was about to make trouble for him, and suddenly someone shouted, “Wow! These soldiers are so handsome!”

My bridesmaid friend went crazy and just opened the door and ran out.

“Where is he? Where is he? I’m sorry.

I’m holding on to my face.

It’s too easy for me to pick up. I’ve got an automatic door.

When you see me, you start to look astonished, and then you turn asy.

He closed the door and covered my shoulder with his coat, and he said, “This dress is too open and changed.” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but laugh and say with a thick face, “It’s so good that my dress is not on.” I’m sorry.

Swinging around, holding me to the bed, and then rubbing on my shoulder.

“Mommy, we’re not going anywhere. Leave the rest to Mom and them. I’m sorry.

And We photographed his back, saying: ‘I am thou alone, and thou shalt not take away. I’m sorry.

He looked at me with a warm eye and he attached my lips.

He didn’t stop until the screams came out.

Wandering or finding me a shawl to cover me up.

And his companion was anxious, and he kissed my lips and said, “You single dogs do not understand this sweetness.” I’m sorry.

The team members cried out and lamented that they were already fed.

The wedding is over, we’re all paralyzed.

I was lying next to him and asked a question that was confusing me for so long.

“Wandering, why did you buy my house downstairs as our new house? I’m sorry.

“When I’m close, you can go home and not be bored alone.” I’m sorry.

I was so moved to cry, and softly said to him, “We’re going to hang out for the rest of our lives, we’re going to have children, and I’m going to wait with them for you to come home.” I’m sorry.

“Yes! I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.