The 16th Precinct is a tough one. – fgnovel | Share some feel good novels for free, read websites for free

One.

Yesterday at the gym, I accidentally “bite” a boy.

I was late looking for a seat and the camera was sweeping around the gallery. I just bended down to a guy, and the lace dress scratched the nail on his boot, and I sat on his leg with my back down, and I just wiped his lips…

I’m gonna die!

As soon as I sat down, my face and his face were set on the big screen of the field, and the entire stadium saw it. “I sat in his arms and kissed him” , full of whistles.

I was in a red ear and I stood up, and I didn’t think my hair was stuck to his chest.

I’m “hey.”

He hums.

I said, “Sorry. I’m sorry.

He:

I’m just looking at his face.

It’s just that he’s so handsome and lonely and cold and so on! This guy looks familiar, and this is not our school-based Top One’s boss, Hellen.

He’s the only one in the school with Herron, even though I don’t gossip about it.

When he hit his sight, I felt like I had a frozen foot to get up, my hair wasn’t completely unsolved and fell again, and his ass had to be wiped off his leg.

And then I saw a tortoise crack in his face without an expression…

We said: “I did not mean it. I’m sorry.

Hellen: …

Boom! Boom!

Someone’s taking pictures.

I had a bad feeling “God’s gonna kill me” and then I reached out and grabbed the buttons on his chest, and the more I couldn’t get them out, the more my hands were stabbing and tearing his neck open.

Hellen: …

Please bury me. Thank you!

Two.

I came to the game with Downing Sea, my half-brother.

When my mom got remarried, my dad got remarried. He married Aunt Ning, and then Downinghai became my brother on my account book.

Before the game, he went to the bathroom and asked me to find a seat, and by the time he got in, I was sitting in my seat, and I was only blushing into a tomato.

Downing Sea: “Are you hot?”

I: …shield head, dare not speak.

The man who was “insolent” was sitting on my left and my brother on my right.

Ten minutes after the start of the game, the whole ball went up, the hand of Downing Sea grabbed me by my shoulder and put me on him, and he got excited. I’m sorry.

I suddenly sensed a sight on the left, staring at me, a little bit more than his face was hitting on the eye of Hellen, and he snuggled me, and that looked me in the eye.

It’s like a wolf’s eye.

This isn’t the worst!

The worst thing about it was that that night, my and his “hot photos” at the gym were flying in a bar with the city, the Internet was going crazy, and soon we were on the Internet…

The next day I went to a public classroom, and I noticed that the usual crowded fifth floor of the school, when I arrived, was automatically diverted, as Moses split the sea, and people automatically let me walk alone, and they looked at me.

I: ?

Cell phone vibrating, roomie pigeon texting me: Look at the school net.

Red mark, hot list, pop.

No face to live!

The pigeons expressed their deep sympathy and condolences to me: or else, live on another planet.

In the back of the class, a girl called me.

I ran into the hallway and saw a short-haired, very hot girl with her arms in his arms. She seemed alien to ordinary students, with an early social fragrance.

I said, “Do you look for me?”

But I don’t know her.

She looked at my face for half a minute and threw her over without saying anything.

The slap didn’t fall on my face. Her hand was stuck.

Downing Sea stands on my side and pulls me behind my back: “Tell me, if you touch a finger, I’ll break your hand.” I’m sorry.

I was surprised to see my brother’s pure and lustful milkhound face with no face on his face, cold eyes, thrown out her hand.

The girl stepped back and saw my brother look at me again, with a bit of discomfort and distortion on her face, and then she smiled at her mouth, “You’re good!” Do you have a face? I’m sorry.

My brother:

It’s a big deal.

When the girls left, Downinghai asked me, “Who is she?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know!

Downinghai: …

I don’t know.

Then the dove told me that she was the school boss’s gossiping girlfriend, Ike, and the older sister.

Me and Downinghai are in freshman year, and the school is in second grade, and I heard he went back to first grade.

That’s sick!

At the end of the afternoon, the schoolboys blocked me under our dorms and said that Brother Xing wanted to see me.

I said, “I’m not going.” I’m sorry.

I was dying with the horns of a white pigeon, and at this critical moment the pigeon gave me a self-favourable look and abandoned me.

I: ?

Sister, you’ll lose me!

Hellen’s shooting at the electric competition.

I’m a little staggered, mainly nervous: “Stick…Stick.” I’m sorry.

He saw me come and throw me a gun: “Play me a game.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Why are you playing with me?” I’m sorry.

There’s so many people here, any of them can play with him.

I’m afraid he put VR mirrors on my face.

And I turned back half, and he had a big hand on the back of the neck.

He pushes a little, and I feel like I’m not moving.

“You owe me. I’m sorry.

The sound of his concussion was ringing in my ear, with a bass cannon, a little dumb, and a little cat-and-dog tease, and his thumb was softly moaned in my neck when it was loosed, and my abdomen felt like I was shaking.

We said, “I owe you nothing. I’m sorry.

“Are you sure?” I’m sorry.

“The Stadium, let me remind you. I’m sorry.

I said, “I have apologized.”

“It is your business to apologize, I will not accept it.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Why?”

He looked up at me, and the mood was like a vortex that strung me down so hard, that he was laughing at me: “Why?” You got me at the Volkswagen. I’m sorry.

He didn’t say it, but he bit his teeth. It was a mouth.

Rene? When did I hurt you?

I was thinking of a mudslide, and I finally remembered that the second time I sat down, I accidentally sprained his leg, and he… I thought it was a delusion that I was stung.

I’m all over you, and I’m like, “Then I’ll play with you, and if I win, it’s over. I’ll never see you again.” I’m sorry.

Hellen: Yes. I’m sorry.

There are people around, there are people waiting to see what’s going on, and I’ve seen a familiar figure in my passing sight, Ike. Her eyes were filled with disgust and smirk, and she couldn’t wait for me to make a fool of myself.

It’s a pity I didn’t let her get what she wanted for someone waiting to see.

My dad’s a detective. I’ve touched real guns. I’ve practiced shooting since I was a kid. No one knows that.

I put the VR mirror back on.

Start.

I was carrying a gun that was completely different from normal, without a gun that was a soft, little white rabbit, with a gun with no face and no face, and with a cool mind, like a real warrior.

One shot at a time.

This game, I play with my heart.

But just as I was killing all over the place, the cell phone in my pocket was shaking wildly, a distraction, and I was lost by KO.

I said, “This is not the game. I’m sorry.

I took off my glasses, and I said, “Let me pick up the phone and I’ll have another game later. I’m sorry.

People around me look at you, and I don’t think I’ve ever thought I’d be so unsure about my “order” boss.

And Hellen took his glasses off, and his eyes were sharp as a blade, and he swept through people’s faces, and a group of people under black pressure shut their mouths for an instant.

I’m the only one who answered the phone for unknown reasons. Brother Ninghai? It’s right here at the technology hall.

When I hang up the phone and I come back, I’ll see the school’s lips pick up a smile: “The phone is over. I’m sorry.

I said, “Well. I’m sorry.

“Ninghai Brother?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Ah?”

I’ve always been simple, and I’ve been straight to the point: “Yes, my brother, he said he was coming to pick me up. I’m sorry.

Hellen smiled again, and suddenly turned around, and several stools at his feet were thrown over the floor.

What the hell is wrong with you?

The schoolboys’ fans, who have been hanging around him for a long time, have noticed that the boss is in a state of rage and that there are even people who want to leave quietly.

I grabbed the back of my head and pulled the ball bag over my head, and I thought I’d finish it.

So press him.

We said, “Go on, start a new game, and we’ll split up.” I’m sorry.

Hellen, “Scatter?”

I’m nodding. I’m not a world person.

I can only look to the world of the gods, and I can’t avoid the world of the school.

His face was cloudy and his lips were smirkled: “Good.” I’m sorry.

The second round starts.

Goose, it’s not going to last.

Because Downing Sea is coming.

I didn’t know he was coming so fast.

Brother? I took off my glasses and screamed.

The Donning Sea strung its eyebrows and walked straight towards me.

If they have a piece of melon in their hands, they probably won’t move it, and their heads are turning in parallel at 180 degrees, and they look back and forth between Helium, me, Downing Sea, Downing Sea, me and Helium.

“Who brought you here? I’m sorry.

I said, “I…”

I didn’t want to come either.

Donninghai: “Your father can’t find you. He called me. Go home! I’m sorry.

Says he’s gonna take my hand.

Hellen recognized Downing Sea. That’s the kid who sat on my right shoulder at the gym.

Just as the Donning Sea held my left hand, my right wrist was held by Hellen.

I: ?

Downing Sea: “Hand over!”

Hellen, “The child’s face!”

I said, “What?”

Who can tell me what happened?

The two forces are pulling each other together.

I just feel like my shoulders are cramped and I can’t help but scream, “Ache! I’m sorry.

Both of them heard it.

The Downing Sea got loose but didn’t let go of my hand. Hellen looked at him and opened his hand. But as soon as I was brought into my arms by the Downing Sea, Hellen called my name. I look back and I see the light in those dark eyes.

“The White Eye Wolf.” I’m sorry.

I: ?

The melon eaters have forgotten to eat the melon, and they’re staring at each other.

I couldn’t catch up to his two legs, but I had to run around behind him.

“The children’s face!”

Before I went to the elevator, Donning Hai yelled at me, “You’re young, don’t fall in love! I’m sorry.

Six.

I try not to visit Downing Sea at dinner with my family.

I always thought he was looking at me.

My head’s almost in the bowl. I’m pulling rice fast.

When Aunt Ning came into my house, my father said that Ninghai would be my brother and his son.

I’m a little scared to tell my dad about Downing Sea. His “Don’t fall in love” is still playing in my ear.

My phone vibrates while washing dishes, looking at the news of the dove: ding ding ding! How was it? Isn’t our little Tang brother the hero who saved Mei?

I’m: ♪ You told him to find me ♪

Dove: That must! You’re welcome, sister.

Good heart. I could’ve done it myself.

I’ll see Hellen in three days.

The boys running down the hall like wind, they’re chasing me. I heard some people say, “The next one is asking for trouble.

My eyelids jumped.

Fighting has often occurred in the next-door yard and in the years since the admission rate and the various provincial, municipal and regional competitions, as well as in competitions for girls.

After school, everyone goes to the back of the school, where there’s a snack street, and there’s a lot of trails, apart from the flyhouse where the teeth are sacrificed, especially for the hormonal hyenas.

I’ve heard about this before, and I’ve never wanted to look at the impulses, and I don’t know why, this time, I may have seen the living Hellen, but it’s not much like the crazy pictures on the school web, and I’ve got a twirl in my heart when I hear that name.

By the time I ran to the alley behind the snack street, the people in the yard were already waiting. The big stingers also carry a stick hand with a brick, and one looks like a fool’s eye blowing a beard, as if the eyeballs were bigger than the one that could crush the other.

They were whispering about their country, and they were buzzing.

Until the crowd clears the way, and the Hellen, half of them, walks past.

I don’t know who’s screaming in the crowd. “Nima, the two teams of Marton were in a gang, no one was less than they were, and it soon became unclear who was.

A mess.

Hellen was the toughest one, and he was the clean one, the first one in the one-legged Flying Garden, and then again, he was punched in the flesh and then beaten in the stomach.

The Shin university students, who were hiding in the alleys, were excited to take their cell phones and filmed them, and they had a strong mouth in their mouths.

I couldn’t help but ask them, “Why don’t you go and help them?” I’m sorry.

They looked at me in the eyes of the retard, “You’re having fun?” These appetizers aren’t enough for the school. I’m sorry.

Turning back, I knew the school would cross like a tank… It’s really, really, really, really bad, really bad!

There’s an old saying in Zanagu China that the fists are hard to beat.

I saw a guy in the yard trying to steal a fish and sneaking around behind Herron with a steel stick.

And the slingshot which I sweated in my hand, it was full, and it was full,

Fuck!

The guy in the yard was on his one-on-one knee, and his steel bar was pounding.

Hellen turned back a straight kick and was thrown a few metres out of the way, crying all over his stomach.

When I found him in sight, I got a little shiver in my hands with a slingshot.

Strange. I’m not afraid of the stingers in the hospital. I’m afraid of Hellen.

The fight was nearing its end, and the stingers in the yard were dropped by KO, and I snuck out of the alley to watch the crowd, and I was about to turn away, and suddenly a shadow came to me.

With his head raised, Donning Sea was standing in front of me, and he had always been a gentle milk dog with a dark cloud, and then he sent 10,000 messages.

I’ve been snorting.

I said, “Big brother…”

He grabbed his shoulder before calling out.

“Donning Sea: I told you not to fall in love. I’m sorry.

I said, “I’ve got…”

The one who could easily control the basketball hand, he took my face and put it in his arms and stomped.

Donninghai: Can you save me some time? @Ambassah: #Jan25

I: I…

Baby’s upset, I want to go.

He’s got a strong arm, and he’s dead in my neck.

The video of Hellen fighting didn’t fly all over the school network, as I thought.

The pigeons told me that those videos had appeared on the Internet for a few minutes, but they were quickly deleted and that even the original post had become 404.

What’s the background for Helium?

A few days after the fight, I ran into Hellen.

There’s an exam at the other faculty this Friday, and we’re in a lot of classrooms.

“Happy birthday! It’s a big girl. She brought me a gift for me, two different colors of St. Roland’s lipstick, fresh and natural.

Aunt Ning: “Your dad’s meeting will be a little late, I’ve got a place under the sea. We’ll go straight over and let your dad come by himself later. I’m sorry.

I sat in the back seat with Downing Sea, and he had a little present for me. It was a Disney hanging.

I said, “Thank you, brother. I’m sorry.

I know Donning Sea’s been treating me like a child, which is reassuring. He touched my head like he touched basketball every day.

We went to the fourth floor of Wanda, and the front rows were filled with people during the dinner peak.

I can’t believe I saw Hellen at the bottom of the sea, alone.

Downing Heila, I used to play checkers, Aunt Ning helped us sit next to each other with school bags, and sometimes pointed at each other.

It’s cold and clear on the side of our side, and I can’t help but look at him with my eyelids, and I can’t help but think that he’s like a lonely little animal and that he’s always strangling against the world.

Downing Sea slammed his finger in front of my eyes, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

I’m: Oh.

Down to the middle of the day, suddenly, you heard a fight.

I looked up and I saw a girl standing in front of Herron’s face. It was Ike.

She looks like she’s dressed up today with shiny crystal nails on her fingertips, makeup on her face, and knitting knitting, which is much older than her, and even in the back, one of my girls thinks she’s sexy.

And then suddenly, boom!

A fine wrapper flew out of her hand and was pushed by Hellen.

I saw her look red when I was tumbling down to pick her up.

“Can you be fair to me?” The one who seduced your father was my sister-in-law. I had nothing to do with it! You can’t impose on me a complaint against her! I’m sorry.

Hellen’s eyes were full of ice, and he started a sarcasm rad with his mouth and spitted only one word: “Go! I’m sorry.

Ike’s gone.

I’m staring, I’m indigestion, I’ve got a lot of information.

Downing pushed me on my shoulder: “Uncle’s here. I’m sorry.

I turned my head and my dad was coming up the third floor escalator.

The waiter has called our ranking number, and the Downing Sea has naturally taken my shoulder in. My dad and Aunt Ning are behind us.

There are still people outside the restaurant, as if the wind was just a little wind, and no one cares. Let’s go on and make a joke. The chess game has been changed by the next manure.

There was no one but the young man in black but alone, like a statue, weak and sad.

There are always a lot of birthday guests who come to the bottom of the sea, and the song is played over and over again, and the pasta master changes tables all night, but today there are only two tables for the bottom of the sea. Apart from our table, it’s a double seat in the corner. When our table was over, my dad went to settle the bill, and Aunt Ning and I pulled into the bathroom.

When I came back from the bathroom to go out, I stopped.

I saw Hellen, sitting at the corner table alone and eating the long face.

It was his birthday too, but why is he alone?

Aunt Ning: “Go, what’s wrong? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t tell you how I feel, but I had to go with Aunt Ning.

I didn’t say a word all the way back, looking at the neon flashing out of the car, and I’m always walking around like a lamp. Why does he look so pathetic to his soul?

If he wants, his birthday party can be celebrated by millions of fans, and his parents and his family?

“What do you think? Downing Sea rubbed my hair again, “You’ve been so distracted this evening, I’ve told you so many times. I’m sorry.

I can only lie: “Oh, I was thinking about a question. I’m sorry.

Donning rubbing my head in the sea: “Relax, isn’t the birthday boy having fun today?” Don’t learn. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think I’d turn my face out of the window, as if the young man was alone again.

I feel like I’m confused. Why does his body haunt me?

I saw him again the next day, when gym class went to return the utensils.

Hellen’s registered. I know he saw me too. But he pretended to be blind and signed and turned around.

I’ve got volleyball.

“Herlenz,” I stopped him.

He stopped. I saw his back stiff.

We said, “Will you not look near?”

“You are only near-sighted.” I’m sorry.

We said, “Why can’t you see me? I’m sorry.

Hellen: …

I can’t believe I saw a bit of embarrassment in his face. He saw me all night.

And We said: Will you not fight afterward? I’m sorry.

I’m still nervous in front of him.

“Did you hit that marble?” I’m sorry.

“No, no.” I’m sorry.

And Helan slit his eyebrow and smiled: “You stammer as soon as you were nervous. I’m sorry.

We said, ‘You stutter, and your family stutter.’ I’m sorry.

He was clearly condensed when he heard the word “family” in his smiling face, and I felt something was wrong, and he was like, “Yes, sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

And his beautiful eyebrow provoking little and lazy: I remember. I’m sorry.

What’s wrong with this guy? I’d like to throw my sleeves off, or I’d like to say, “The fight is bad… You were shot the last time you fought, and I’m afraid it’ll be sent to the school and you’ll be punished back.” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

I said, “No, I’m not. I’m sorry. They say you’re doing a great job. Why do you have to be a schoolmaster, because you’re a god?” I’m sorry.

He’s wrinkled.

I said, “Do you have any background? I’m sorry.

Hellen:

I said, “My classmates said that your post on the school website would end up blacking you out in the end. I’m sorry.

And he poked his lips: “I was black. I’m sorry.

I said, “You can still hack the Internet?” I’m sorry.

I’m surprised.

The geese are even more surprising.

“Do you know about the hacker league? I’m sorry.

I nod. It’s an international race.

He didn’t care to say a code name.

When I got home at night, I went to the computer and I started searching for the hacker league and the code name.

I was staring at the search entries and he got the “most powerful hacker” in his first second year. What was I doing in junior high? I spent a month swiping a bowl from my dad to $50.

There’s a big difference between people!

When I had dinner, I was so upset that Donning hit me with a chopstick head: “What’s up?” You bit the chopstick. I’m sorry.

I said, “Did you make $200,000 so far?” I’m sorry.

“Did you take the wrong medicine?” I’m sorry.

My father also made fun of me: “This child is a monster.” I’m sorry.

I stare at my dad: Am I your daughter? If it wasn’t for you, how could my knowledge of money be so narrow?

And when I drew the bowl, I vowed in my fists at the sink: “And all the other gods are cloudy, and it is the right way!”

But I haven’t come up with a new one.

I’ve been washing dry clothes in my home these past few days, and I’ve just come out of the bathroom and I hear my dad in his room shouting, “Where are my little star pajamas?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Isn’t this the second place on the left of the cabinet?” I’m sorry.

He still can’t find me and help him find it, and when I get back, I see my brother’s unwashed underwear in white foam…

I:!

Downing Sea washes my underwear in a serious one.

Boo!

There were several thunderstorms that almost cut me apart.

I ran over and took it, “What are you doing?”

The Downing Sea was much more calmer than I was, and he didn’t even stomp at his tone: “Do laundry.” I’m sorry.

We said, “No, no, no, no. I’ll do it myself. I’m sorry.

I bowed my head and washed my bubbles out, and that light pink lace lingerie was so clear that Donning Sea stood behind me and I couldn’t even look up to feel the embarrassment of my position in the mirror.

I was just going to say, “You’re okay to go out first,” and he’s already saying, “Can you please not hate me?” I’m sorry.

It’s a little pathetic.

I: ?

Looking up at his milky and dog face in the mirror, his wet eyes look down on me like a homeless golden fur dog, and my heart melts again.

I said, “How can I hate you, you’re my brother…”

He’s about 8 feet, I’m about 6 feet, and I’m a little hurt when he opens up on my head like that. And do not be sarcastic but hear him when I almost utter my tongue: “Be far from Helan, he is not kind to you.” I’m sorry.

My dad’s on a mission Saturday. Aunt Ning’s on a field trip. Downing Sea has an appointment this afternoon. “Can you be home by yourself? “He didn’t trust me before he left.

I pointed to the sun outside the window: “What can’t be done in broad daylight?” I’m sorry.

Everything was normal, the house was quiet, and I was in a good state with two rolls. I went to get a glass of water at around 4:00.

I’m so scared I’m gonna flip the computer and wipe it out.

It’s still on the black screen, and no matter how I restart it, it doesn’t react.

I looked at the light outside the window, and I decided to go to the computer city with the notebook. I thought it would be done in an hour. It’s a pleasure to finally get back to life with all the learning materials in it.

It didn’t come out of Computer City until it was completely dark.

The computer city is in the back alley of the commercial zone, separated by a rat street and followed by a shantytown with large amounts of asbestos, where many commercial households rent accommodation because of the cost of rent and the presence of large numbers of outsiders.

I called a car with the cab software, waited nine minutes and didn’t come to see the little red sign on my phone, thinking that the driver had gone the wrong way.

At this point, I heard a stream of whistles, and I looked back at a few young people who killed Matt.

I was just a few steps closer to the lamp, and I was watching the Internet car get here, and I could see me at the brightest.

“Where are you going? Go play with your brother. I’m sorry.

I don’t feel like tightening my arm, afraid they’ll take my computer.

I’m a scoundrel. I’m a better man.

As I couldn’t retreat, a motorcycle came around the corner, with a sharp and sharp brake. I don’t look over there, and the punks look over there.

Long legs, black pants, even the shadows carry a gruesome frenzy.

When he turned his face, I snorted.

Helium!

Apparently, the punks didn’t understand anything. They turned their hands on my chest.

“We’re not leaving yet. I’m sorry.

The motorbike was buzzing, and his voice was piercing through the night with overwhelming air.

A couple of punks with a bad face.

I’m awake!

Hold on to the computer and run at him.

For the first time, I sat in the back of a boy’s motorcycle, so close to him, so nervous I didn’t know where to put my hands.

He managed to walk through a crowded car with a gruesome snake.

I squeezed a sweat in my hand and screamed at a red light at a corner and hit him on the shoulder.

Ouch!

I hugged the computer up, one hand with a sour nose.

The zebra line before us comes and comes and goes, and I set him and him in a moment at the corner of this city. And the school boss, Hellen, saw his slashed jawline in the rear-view mirror, twitching his lips…

He did it on purpose!

On the way back to my home, we pass through the walk street, where there is a big green shed line, and it gets hotter and hotter at night, and the beer barbeque makes the noise of the ten-mile field.

“Can we stop?” I’m sorry.

“What?”

The wind is blurring our voices.

I said, “I want to buy something to eat. I’m sorry.

He slowed down and stopped in front of a roasted fish stand.

“No dinner? I’m sorry.

I nodded: I didn’t care.

The shopkeeper of the soybeans pellets, who was laying on the plate next to Herron’s gushing, said, “Let’s have some roasted fish.” I’m sorry.

I said, “No, no, no, I’ll just pack a little roasted. I’m sorry.

He looked back at me.

“The fish is too slow to pack. “I grunted again and swallowed my saliva, and the smoked fish smelled so good.

“Are you in a hurry?”

I nod my head. I don’t want to spend too much time with him. I don’t want to get in trouble. This street is a very popular place, and it can meet someone you know at any time. My eyes and my eyes are on my face.

The fury of Hellen’s eyebrow came so close: “Are you afraid of me?” I’m sorry.

I shrunk.

Hellen grabbed one of my wrists and walked into the shed, kicked a chair and put me on it, and turned his head and shouted to the boss, “A roasted fish, three pounds more, with tofu skin, twigs, twigs… “

I’m shaking, “I can’t eat! I’m sorry.

He swung me and put his car keys on the table: “I didn’t eat dinner either. I’m sorry.

It smells so good when they’re on the table. I’m out of control.

No, chopsticks don’t control sending a few…

When I was hungry, I didn’t look at my face. I thought I’d eaten too hard. When I realized that a fish had already been killed by two thirds, I was embarrassed to put down chopsticks, and it was only then that I saw each other looking up at me and swallowing a snowflake.

I can’t believe his throat is rolling. It’s really… it’s the eyes that drive the throat.

Ding…

Beer bottles on the table.

My sight was pulled back to his face, and he looked at it, and in addition to the play, there was thought, thought, doubt, discomfort… It was too complicated to know what he was thinking.

When I was full of food, I was thinking out of my mind, and I took the computer out, and I thought I could read it and wait for him to finish it.

I don’t think so. The notebook is dead. It’s completely black.

“How come? * I’m shaking the notebook and I can’t wait to clean up the water in his head *

Hellen pushed out the beer bottle and the dish and hit on my finger.

I scared to hand him the notebook.

His fingers were moving fast in a bunch of saloons. I only had time to see his good-looking hand moving at a speed, like a little bit of the lantern in an antique, and I didn’t see how it worked.

“Okay. He turned his notebook towards me.

I snorted, the notebook jumped back on the machine page, and the screen was taken by my father, when I was three years old, with a pot in my hand and a picture of me eating a pot with a big mouth of blood.

Why did I change it?

I just snapped on the computer and felt like my face was burning blood in reverse.

I looked at him and found him looking at me.

Shit! The look of the scene, the smile on the lips.

“Don’t try it. I’m sorry.

I said, “Oh, it’s silky, not a bit of Carton…”

The sight fell on his hands without realizing it.

What kind of hand is this? It’s not just beautiful, but it fixes computers.

Hellen, “The child’s face…”

I said, “Well?”

“Do you really not remember?” I’m sorry.

What?

Helenz (Hronz) said: “Five years ago you called my brother. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

I: ?

Five years ago?

Will you scream “brother” who doesn’t know him?

Memories fly fast back, and countless pieces come to me like waves.

How can I forget if I’ve known someone who’s out of line in the crowd five years ago?

Just as I wrangled my eyebrow, I pressed a shadow over my head, blocking the white woven light on the ceiling of the shed.

I: ?

I haven’t heard from you yet. A stylish middle-aged woman blows her hands off.

The Herronian reaction quickly reached out and the woman was shot a few steps away.

I was scared to go from the chair, and Hron pulled me behind.

Too much action, brought down a beer bottle on the table, tinkled as a string, white foam spilled a table.

“What are you?” Your dad’s not a good bird. If he wasn’t greedy about my money, would he be able to get in my house? If you hit my daughter, I’ll break your leg! I’m sorry.

I can’t hear what she’s saying. But I saw Hellen’s dark face, no temperature in his eyes, getting colder.

The middle-aged woman was scolded. Herron had already dumped a few red tickets on the table and pulled up my wrist and walked outside.

The woman scolded me and followed me. The motorcycle ran out like a string of arrows.

Just as I was stunned, an ugly mark was drawn on each other ‘ s car when Herron ‘ s motorcycle passed through a red car.

I: ?

When we got far away, I looked back, and the woman ran to the red carnival and rang…

I jumped down and gave him back my helmet.

I said, “I’m sorry about that.”

“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

I’m right.

I don’t know who that woman is, but it feels like it’s about his family, and she mentioned Herlan’s father…

Hellen lit a smoke with his hands in the wind, snorted twice, spitting as if he had no reason to laugh at himself, and said, “Damn back, you see it every time you feel the worst.” I’m sorry.

They were forced to eat big melons.

I didn’t volunteer!

Who’s that woman? What do you mean, “Your dad’s not a good bird”? “If it isn’t for my family’s money,” “and hook up with my daughter”?

Another huge amount of information!

I’ve got little stones under my feet and I can’t talk.

Helwin didn’t leave immediately, and he sat on his motorcycle smoking and was silent.

And the wind blew up his sea, and the face of the twilight light became blind and blind.

I suddenly felt a little heartache and felt that he had something heavy on his shoulder, so many ugly and hostile brains on his shoulder.

Suddenly he understood why he was a schoolboy, and he needed a way to vent the world’s evil…

Thinking like this, my heart is so soft.

I have no right to ask about his family.

I said, “I don’t ask, you don’t be sad. I’m sorry.

“Who the hell is sorry? I’m sorry.

I’m… so mean.

“So you still don’t remember who I am? I’m sorry.

I: ?

Can you give me a hint?

“I can’t remember. I’m sorry.

He was a little disappointed, and the car was about to leave as soon as it was screwed.

I pulled his horn in one piece: “That you didn’t eat much for dinner. I’m sorry.

Hellen: ?

He’s waiting for the following.

I stammered again, “Why don’t you go upstairs and sit down for a while? My house has bubble noodles…”

Downinghai is home, he’s already got a life-threatening ring on my phone, and I wouldn’t have let him go upstairs if I didn’t know he was home.

“Why did you bring him here?” I’m sorry.

I look at Hellen, he’s not curious about “I’ll visit your house” but he’s lazy to open a chair by the table and sit down with a big horse knife. That kind of inactivity is something that no one else can learn.

I looked at Downing Sea and said, “Did you eat all your noodles?” I’m sorry.

Downing Sea: “The barrel is gone, the bag is gone…”

I said, “That’s good. I’m sorry.

Donninghai:?

He followed me into the kitchen and watched me take a bag of ribs out of the cupboard and cut my ham with eggs in the fridge.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

I said, “Cook noodles. I’m sorry.

“I’m full. I’m sorry.

We said, “This is not for you. I’m sorry.

Donninghai:?

When he looked back at the eye restaurant, he suddenly reacted like a cat on his tail: “Are you not cooking for him?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Well. I’m sorry.

“Why?”

I told him what happened tonight in Computer City, and then he said, “Let’s have a bowl of water, what to cook.” I’m sorry.

And We pushed him out, “Do not mess with it.” I’m sorry.

Donning Sea: “You’re one to one, so am I! I’m sorry.

We said, “You just said you were full. I’m sorry.

Downing’s got his lips on his lips.

When I came out with a noodle, I had two porcelain eggs on top of the white china bowl, and the scent was fragrance, which seemed like an appetite.

Hellen put his hands on the table, and I pushed the bowl before him and looked at the clock on the wall of his eyes: “Eat quickly.” I’m sorry.

Hellen:

I said, “My dad’s coming back soon. I’m sorry.

“I don’t see anyone. I’m sorry.

Help! What about your mouth?

Hellen didn’t think I’d let him go. He was really hungry.

The Downing Sea is the face that can’t stand it, with its arms on the table staring at Herron’s face.

I’ll see you at the bottom of a bowl. He’s not even got any soup left.

I was so happy, I didn’t think he was so good: “Is it delicious? I’m sorry.

“You forgot to put salt.” I’m sorry.

I: what?

What are you still eating?

Hellen looked at me calmly.

And I looked down in the red, “Sorry. I’m sorry.

“It seems like you are saying this to me.” I’m sorry.

Wrong! And suddenly I turned to it, and it was not a noodle, but it was a noodle. I’m sorry.

His eyes were low: “How many knapsacks did you use?” I’m sorry.

I went back to the kitchen to look for an empty bag and found that there was a bag of leaks in it, which was crushed by a vacuum, and it was salt.

I have nothing to say.

“You can eat if you can. Pick a fart! “The door is this way, so it can’t go.” I’m sorry.

Hellen picked up the car keys and went to the door and suddenly saw a small frame on the shoeboard, which was a photo of my father in my elementary school year. His eyes were in that picture for 20 seconds…

“Goodbye, no, it’s better not to see you again.” I’m sorry.

Hellen smiles, drops the frame.

Ding…

The elevator door opens the sound.

My dad’s back.

In the professional life of the old comrades, there are many different kinds of people, many of whom are vicious criminals, and many of them are street faces, and his memory is so great that he can almost remember.

My mother divorced her father for reasons of special nature. At that time, he was working on a particularly difficult case in which the family of the suspect used extremely despicable means to pressure his mother, followed and threatened.

The family members of the criminal police were under more stress than the normal family, and the mother grew up in the hands of the grandparents and did not bear such a heavy psychological burden. She couldn’t hold on until her own psychological defence collapsed before she chose to leave her father, move to work outside the country and reorganise her family a year later.

And later, I was able to accept that Auntie Ning and her father were together, and I saw the understanding and effort of Auntie Ning, who truly supported Dad’s cause and set up a place for him.

Comrade Sonan-Pan ran into a face-to-face with a black school bull, and he had a face.

I scratched my head, and I was thinking about how to introduce my father to Hellen, and he was already holding my father’s hand one step forward: “Hello, Uncle Boy.” I’m sorry.

I: ?

Donninghai: ?

And my dad had a second, and he laughed, and he said, “Oh, it’s been a long time. I’m sorry.

Zip–

Countless lightning struck the net above me and Downing.

The world is magical!

“Uncle Child, I want to ask you something. I’m sorry.

“Come to my study. I’m sorry.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and me and Donning were lying on the door.

The Donning Sea mouth asked me: What did you hear?

I shake my head: I can’t hear you…

Two men inside the door seemed to have deliberately lowered the sound.

What’s all this mystery?

Downing Sea’s head is about to become a compressor.

Squee–

The door opens from inside.

Hellen pulled the doorknob and the Donning Sea hit him.

My father: “What’s he doing? I’m sorry.

Downing’s head around my back.

I look at Hellen’s eyes, and he’s got things I don’t understand.

My dad said, “Ah, you’re sending Zilong.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll go too.” I’m sorry.

The eyes of Hellen lie on the hand of Downing Sea and on my shoulder, with cold eyes.

When the elevator arrived, my father said to Hellen: “Come to the house sometime. I’m sorry.

Downinghai: …

They know each other well?

Until the elevator door closed, Hellen was polite: “Bye Uncle Boy.” I’m sorry.

But at a glance, the hand of Downing Sea was ripped apart by Hellen, from my shoulder.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t touch her. I’m sorry.

Downing Sea: “Does it matter?”

I was almost instinctive enough to hold the hand, “No…”

I haven’t responded yet, but I’ve got a fist in my back.

The shoulder was rolled to the side of Hellen, and the fist with the wind was wiped from my head.

It was a weird quiet moment in the elevator.

I looked up, and I found Downing Hae-jung in the middle of a fistfight, and two people were swaying.

We said, “Enough are you! Let go!”

The squeaks were squeaking and seemed to be shaking the flag.

Downing’s sweating on his forehead, he’s good at sports and he’s not good at fighting.

No one can beat him.

So I choked on the back of the Donning Sea, and said, “Show your hand, you can’t beat him.” I’m sorry.

Downing jumps, doesn’t want to lose, doesn’t want to give up.

I had to ask the school’s governor: “Herlen, let go of me.” I’m sorry.

Hellen: “Put it down. I’m sorry.

I said, “Call me on.” I’m sorry.

“Say something nice. I’m sorry.

I said: Brother! I’m sorry.

It’s Junjie’s job to keep his mouth open and his mouth open.

He probably didn’t think I’d do it so fast, lazyly, with his brows up.

The Downing Sea was thrown in a half-step and dumped with his wrist, and I know that his dream was a professional basketball player whose wrists were too important to him, and that was why he did not continue to be stubborn.

Hellen rubbing my head, “This is what it will be.” I’m sorry.

I: ?

Donning Hayden is not in the mood: “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

I’m sweating to the top.

Ding…

The elevator door was opened in due course, and a couple of old ladies came in with their little granddaughter’s hand and saw the three of us, the little girl screaming with her innocent face: “Hello sister! Hello, Brother White! I’m sorry.

White brother? Black brother?

I had to take a look at them again and find out that the two did… one was white and one was black.

Black and white?

Sniffy.

They’ve learned to change their faces, and Donning Sea smiles so nicely and beautifully. The demagogue’s face went from cold to mild for a second and allowed little girls to touch his key car hanger.

We walked out of the elevator, and I was in the middle, and the schoolboy was on the right, and I tried to keep the balance like a bar in the scales, so they fought again.

I didn’t breathe until I was standing on the road and watched the school bull’s back disappear on the corner of the street.

Donning Sea: “You listen to me, you stay away from him, you better not see him.” I’m sorry.

I said, “All of them are in a school, and they look up and they don’t look down, and they will meet.” I’m sorry.

The next day, we hit the school again.

I was having lunch with pigeons in the canteen at noon, and my former classmates complained, “The best thing to eat is Wednesday’s sauce and steak, so why don’t we have it every day? I’m sorry.

Sniffs and spits, and everybody doesn’t swallow.

When the pigeons came to the window, Downing Sea came, and “I want to eat my steak too.” I’m sorry.

He’s got basketball under his limbs and he’s sweating.

We said, ‘You are wet, do not touch me.’ I’m sorry.

The Downing Sea dumped its hair and sweated and the boys in front were angry.

The aunt in the window was carrying a big spoon of air: “There’s only one left of the sauced ribs. I’m sorry.

As everyone looked at it, the noise came to quiet, and the crowd turned back, and the school henchmen came in with their hands around the outside, with their eyes open and their eyes open to a sense of proximity.

The doves whispered, “The school guards rarely come to the cafeteria to eat.” I’m sorry.

I said, “He’s also here for the sacrificial ribs. I’m sorry.

Dove: “Uh … it’s possible. I’m sorry.

The boys in front of the window listened to the sarcastic.

Auntie asked again, “Do you want the last of the sauce ribs?” I’m sorry.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no. And then he took care of the plate.

Let’s take a little step forward, and it’s the dove and Aunty’s turn to look at each other…

Aunty: “Do you want your last steak? I’m sorry.

Dove: “Don’t dare…”

Auntie:

Hellen has come to the window and stretches the plate to the window: “The sauce ribs.” I’m sorry.

Dove:

I’m:

The eyes were close to each other and everyone was watching the last of the sauce ribs being sent to the schoolhouse by a spoon.

Downing extends his hand against Herron’s arm: “Why did you come?

And We covered his mouth: “We have something else to eat and something to eat. I’m sorry.

Hellen looked at him, looked at me, looked at me.

Let’s go.

When I turned around, I found Hellen standing by.

I: ?

We said, “I didn’t steal the ribs from you. I’m sorry.

And the next second, he pulls out my plate and swaps his fragrance sauce for me.

I’m flattered.

“What is this? If you hadn’t come, this would have been ours. I’m sorry.

I can’t control how many hands I send, and I want to cover the Donning Sea mouth.

Hellen seems to be in a good mood today, ignoring Downing Sea, and taking that bowl of soybeans straight to the schoolhouse.

No one dared to sit at a table with the school master, and everyone would turn their backs, so the rest of the table would be quiet, except for a small part of the distance between that table and the other table.

Downing pulled me towards an empty table, and the pigeons were behind us, and it was closer to the canister.

Just sat down and the phone vibrated, and I took it out, two words: come here.

Look back and forth, the demons look at the Colonel.

How did he know my phone number? And then again, he’s a hacker, wondering if there’s a way to know…

I’m not going. Low head for food.

It’s been a long time since he’s been blacked out in the school, and I don’t want to be the target anymore.

And I buried my head and I ate it till there was a shadow flowing from the light and standing in front of Herron.

Ike-Sensei!

Through the halls, Ike-Philip’s super short skirts dance along the wind.

She’s really spelled. It’s only in March that the white thighs are outside to make the officers feel cold.

All the whisperings have stopped, and the noisy cafeteria is silent, and everyone is watching the schoolhouse…

The Ii-Phi, who owns the largest electronics factory in our city, though somewhat proud, knows that she is indeed a rich, loving lady. There were many boys in school who used her as a goddess, and there was a whisper:

“The goddess can’t think of anything better than that face…”

“Is he just a schoolboy or a god? Smart, and the kids that come out of the future are geneticly crushing 99% of school scum. I’m sorry.

“Damn! It’s so far away! The goddess will probably be raped by the house when she marries the school master.” I’m sorry.

“If the goddess chooses me from behind, she’ll be happier. I’m sorry.

“What kind of dream is that? I’m sorry.

This is where the goddess put a box of oxen paper on Herron’s table: “This is your favorite steak in that restaurant, which is ripe, while it’s hot.” I’m sorry.

The goddess smiles like a flower, stretching out her hand to remove the soybeans that Herron is eating.

The school master was just so cold, until her hand was about to touch his plate…

Pop…

He threw the chopsticks on the plate and the touchy red oil splattered on the expensive little dress of the goddess.

Everyone’s afraid of the atmosphere.

“Scram!” I’m sorry.

Still only one word.

Ichi has begun to tremble, and it’s harder to smile than to cry.

Another speaker whispered, “Be good and face-to-face.” I’m sorry.

Ike said it was white and I didn’t cry and I turned my teeth and left.

“Take it away.” I’m sorry.

His cold sound was like the last slaughter of the camels, with the tears pouring out of Ichi’s mouth, and he turned around to pick up the oxen paper bag and walked towards our table and threw it in the canopy.

As soon as she turned around, the eyes hit me.

I really didn’t mean to do that. I’m going to take it easy.

Illuminating rigidity and the wind came towards me.

As soon as she approached my desk, Downing Sea stood up in front of me.

They looked at each other, and a few seconds later, I had a single finger pointed at me and a finger pointed at Downing Sea, and turned and left.

This farce became a gossip for the school for a long time to come, and I heard several versions after getting jealous:

“I have given food to the school master, the school master has not been grateful, but has poured on the goddess. I’m sorry.

“One dish? Not a few ideas?”

“Isn’t the point rejected? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

“Have you heard? Ike-Phi was beaten up in the canteen by the school…

“Why were you beaten?”

“It’s as if the old and the new fell together…”

“The former boss of the school has had an affair with his current girlfriend…”

“The school boss is now a scandalous girlfriend, and her brother is cleaning up his former scandalous girlfriend…”

Who the hell won? I’m sorry.

“It must have been the school boss who didn’t even move a small finger, and there were two women and a man who made a pot of porridge for him…”

I don’t want to hear it either. Neo white pigeons are a gossip radar receiver, and they keep coming back.

When I went to the canteen again, I kept my head down and walked as low as I could, and people used to walk. Until the dove split half of her burning lion’s head into my plate: “Have you eaten more meat? Have you lost weight again? I’m sorry.

I said, “No. * How can your eyes be poisoner than electron scales *

“How can you grow a meatless? I’m sorry.

I said, “Where did you see me without meat?” I’m sorry.

Dove: You’re B in junior high, right? Why are you so new or B?”

I was choked by gravy and almost died of cough: “What am I going to do if I don’t feed?” I’m sorry.

The pigeon nods his head, too. I’m sorry.

Downing Hae-yee, if you think about it, he’s got me all the casserole on his plate.

I dried the tears out of my eyes and looked at the schoolhouse, and the seat was empty and had not seen him for a week.

For some reason, I remember that time when he was alone and eating his whole life.

In the middle of the month, we had a competition with foreign departments, and those who received tickets for the finals could go to the capital to participate in the national university competition and travel free of charge. Many of my classmates are trying, and I’m famous.

But actually, when I get nervous, I stammer.

And the dove comforted me, so let’s consider it a stressful exercise, so that we may have to fight and cure your fault at once. In other words, you never know how good you are.

It’s not that easy.

The pre-selections have several options to prepare, but the final selection is decided by drawing lots.

I’ve already started to get nervous at the stage of preparing the selection.

The phone is shaking again. Three words: come to the roof.

I put my phone back on the table and I was lying dead.

The phone continues to vibrate: Don’t let me come to you.

I’m burning my face. Sit straight.

If the schoolboy showed up at the door of our class and walked straight towards me, the class students dragged their chins all the way and I threw my head, and the picture was too beautiful to think.

As soon as I went to the roof, I wondered how he knew we were in the school building without locking the door.

The school boss’s long back was on the fence, and his face was a little off in the smoke, and he saw me squealing and still acting like a cat.

I said, “Students don’t smoke. I’m sorry.

“I want to go to the debate.” I’m sorry.

I was depressed, and I couldn’t find the strength to walk: “Is it still time to quit?” I’m sorry.

“You gave up the game before it started. Are you that bad? * His magnetic voice is still lazy.

I was lying down on the rails, and I was like, “It’s hard for a god like you to feel my feelings. I’m sorry.

“I am not a mortal after all. I’m sorry.

Let’s go! I’ve never seen a face like that before but I can’t refute it.

“Do you want to hang up?” I’m sorry.

I nod my head: Think. I’m sorry.

“Give me the question and find you something. I’m sorry.

I said, “That’s it?”

I said, “Oh, I’m not saying it’s no good. I’m afraid I’ll be nervous when I come to the game.” I’m sorry.

“The choice of the title is a prerequisite, and the more well-prepared the information is, the better it is on the ground, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done, and the more it is done, the more it is done, the more it is done I’ve done psychology. Do you want your gold finger? I’m sorry.

Is there such a good thing? I look forward to it and I wonder, “What are the conditions?” I’m not going to help you for no reason.

“Just promise me one thing. I’m sorry.

I said: What is it?

“When you get the tickets to the finals, you’ll know. I’m sorry.

We said, “Will you not dig a pit until I jump?” I’m sorry.

Hellen rolls with his eyelids: “Do not jump with you.” I’m sorry.

Even if you stop me, I’ll jump!

It has to be said that the filtering of a large amount of information by Hellen, which is recapitulated with precision, as well as the browsing from the angle of the question, is far from clear. He also has options one, two, three, four, not only for a machine with a solid knowledge reserve, but also for a sly hunter, who would be particularly entrapd.

As for the psychological aid, after he had analyzed it, I felt like Moseston had a roof.

He’s so good. I asked him why he didn’t go on his own.

“I don’t like to show my face.” I’m sorry.

I: ? Another thought, it’s probably hacker habit.

Every time I went to see him, he chose a milk and tea shop far away from the school and went around to see if anyone knew him.

Hellen looked at me in peace, and when I was panting out, he started the devil’s training. He rehearsed the defense, I rehearsed the reverse, and it worked very well.

I can feel myself at this point in time, thinking clearly and following the psychological analysis that he gave me to think about and follow the good. We’ll kill each other, we’ll move fast.

When he came out of the milk and tea shop, it was dark, and Helium brought me a white helmet from the back seat: “Put it on.” I’m sorry.

“No need. “There’s a bus stop going around the alley.” I’m sorry.

You ride back to school with your boss? I’m not crazy!

He passed the helmet’s hand and stopped at half-empty, looked at me for a while, and took it back. I’m sorry.

I nod my head and head in the familiar alley, where there’s a chicken chop shop I love.

There are seven-and-a-half alleys, black and thick wires on the poles, and I’m waiting in line with my mobile phone brushing the school net, and I’m waiting for the delivery boy next to me, and there’s a fragrance of food all over the alley.

I’m in a good mood and I’m sniffing hard and I’m getting shot on my shoulder.

Ike-Phi?

I picked up a bag from the boss’s wife and shook it in front of her: “Well, I’ll do what I want.” I’m sorry.

I’m going to block my way.

We said, “There is something you do not know.” I’m sorry.

“Who were you with?” I’m sorry.

I: ?

“I saw a car parked in front of the shop,” I said. I’m sorry.

We said, “Look to him, it is none of my business. I’m sorry.

“When I’m fucking talking, don’t be shy. I’m sorry.

I swung: who can’t understand people!

I’m leaving, she won’t let me.

Left and right is annoying.

I held my armband and I looked behind Ike and said, “Herlenz!” I’m sorry.

She looked back.

I’m going in the opposite direction.

When I ran to the alley, I stomped out a pick-up truck, and I thought it was too late to turn.

Boo!

A bang.

The head of the car hit the ground guard and a large pit of iron dents.

My head is buzzing and my head is shaking like a sieve.

“The children’s face!”

A man jumped off a motorcycle and ran in front of me and put me in his arms.

The wind seems to have stopped, and I can hear his strong heartbeat, so clear, right near my heartbeat.

I didn’t dare to move, my voice shivering.

If there were no more than 45 centimeters above the ground, the out-of-control minivan would have run over me or run me over.

I tried to calm myself, and then I fell out and breathed.

I’m scared.

Even if he’s holding me tight.

My ears were restored to hearing, and after the metallic frictions in my ears, there was a constant flow of noise in the streets. A telephone call and a video recording of the bleeding truck driver was rescued from the deformed door.

There was a lot of noise around, and the red and green lights were still shining, and there was a small rain.

“Herlan! I’m sorry.

The sound of Ike.

I don’t look back, but I can feel Herlen squeezing behind my head and shaking.

Ike said, “Go away! I’m sorry.

I don’t hear any closer footsteps. She’s gone.

Hellen still hasn’t let go, and I feel better. The dizziness of his brain just went away, slapping on his back, “I’m all right. I’m sorry.

He looked down at me, saw eye-to-eye, and I saw too much emotion, tension, anxiety, fear, compassion and pain in his eyes.

I said, “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

He looked at me for a long time and said, “I just stopped my heart and almost thought you were going to lose…”

That’s what I hear.

What does he mean, “or you”?

Hellenz: “Assist…”

He’s got his forehead on me, he’s gasping, he’s breathing in my eyebrow.

I’m sorry.

The brakes were accompanied by a crash.

The van, which came out of a narrow alley, crashed into a van parked on the side of the road in an instant. In front of the van, the tumbled backside, with the skin and tires rubbing the ground with the tinkles.

In that instant, countless images were rolling in my head, like something was coming back…

The sound of the blast was increased indefinitely, the impact followed the commotion and the screams of the crowd, and the light went back. Lights and poles filled with small ads, familiar and strange front houses, new and old neon lights, and leafed maple trees all emerge. The road ahead is connected to South plain five years ago, and countless images are blurry, shaking, and overlapping…

I opened my eyes, and I saw in a broken image a sad young man who was crying all over her body with blood, and a girl as big as him who was crying all over her face, crying, “I’m sorry, brother…”

Boom!

It’s like a dam crash and water pouring, and it finally washes off a moustache that’s been clogged for too long.

South Ping Road is connected to four small trade alleys and is the most popular commercial area for citizens to go for a walk at night. When I was 13, I was walking and crying until I hit a pretty little eyebrow aunt.

“Sorry. I apologized with my voice.

My aunt looked at me and said, “Ah…”

I found out she was pregnant, and I was worried. Did she just hit her belly?

Who would have thought she was going to be blamed for it, and who knows how aunty suffocated when she put her hand on the high belly: “A little girl, how envious of you, at this age can cry without fear, even in the streets.” I’m sorry.

I don’t understand what she means, looking around, people rushing through their shoulders, and everyone has different faces, but this aunt is just as sad as I am in front of her and she’s crying.

I was afraid to ask, “Did you run away too?” I’m sorry.

When she heard the word, she laughed and said, “Yeah, I ran away.”

I went forward, and she was with me for a while, and we naturally talked. She asked me why I ran away.

I said, “My parents are divorced, I have no home. I’m sorry.

Auntie: “A silly child, even if his mother and father are not together, you are still their child, and your blood links will not change. I’m sorry.

I cried, “No, my classmate’s parents got divorced, and she said she had to go back to Grandma’s because they didn’t want her…” And I was sadder, I couldn’t look around, I couldn’t cry.

“You’re young, you’re gonna blow out, you’re gonna be so long, you’re gonna grow up and look at yourself at this moment, you’re gonna feel like a dream. I’m sorry.

I said: “Why did you run away from home, Aunt? I’m sorry.

She was stinging her belly in silence, and she suffocated: “What’s your name, little girl?” I’m sorry.

And We said: “Face, fairy tales, colours.” I’m sorry.

Auntie: “What a beautiful name. Your mother wanted to give you all the most beautiful fairy tales in the world when she was born.” I’m sorry.

I shaked my head: “But she’s still getting divorced from her father, and it’s no use begging her.” I’m sorry.

Aunt: “I have a son about your age if I get divorced too I’m afraid he’ll be as upset as you.” I’m sorry.

She looks thin and helpless, with a thin shoulder with a loose pregnant dress. I was in the middle of the fall, and I was wearing my coat, and she was wearing so thin, and I think she was in a hurry to leave, and she didn’t even change her slippers.

I went forward with her for no purpose and said much. I never thought one day I’d feel so much better talking to someone I just met.

I said, “Aunt, you didn’t say why you ran away. I’m sorry.

And she smiled at the ground, and it was sad, and her moving lips were broken by a loud sound.

Zip–

The van that swung off the south flat road ran like a runaway leopard, screaming in the streets.

I couldn’t react too fast. I was pushed away by my aunt.

In that moment, auntie was hit by a plane and she fell into the ground.

I couldn’t say a word when I was scared.

The demented van ran over seven or eight people in a row, in a panic, and was moving at full speed.

I was whispering to my aunt, and her head was stomping on her teeth, bleeding under her body, breaking her belly and leaving her child in shape.

I cried out to her and took off my coat and covered her.

I’d be like her if she hadn’t pushed me.

Aunty’s pale, no response.

“Mommy…”

A 14-to- 5-year-old boy was stormed through the alley, and a quick traffic policeman pulled him and failed to stop him. Teenage jumps over and kneels next to Auntie.

The police uncle on the side wipes his eyes with his sleeve: “It’s too bad…”

It became clear to me that the criminals in the van that night had deliberately stormed the city to cause chaos in order to get rid of the pursuit police while my father was in the pursuit squad. The angry taxi driver, together with the police, blocked the van, killing seven or sixteen people that night, at a heavy cost.

Save my aunt, that’s Herron’s mom.

I saw Hellen’s face coincided with that sad young man’s face that night.

“Sorry, brother, sorry, sorry…”

Hellen went to pick up the motorcycle and handed me the white helmet.

“No one has worn it. I’m sorry.

I cried with my eyes swollen, snorted my nose and covered my head.

Hellen stretches his hand to help me put my helmet on and leans over to tie my belt.

He’s very close. I can smell the clothes and the tobacco on his finger.

The sky is still raining, the air is damp, and the earth is about to see a reflection of neon. Hellen put a ginger raincoat on me.

I said, “What about you?”

“I don’t need it. I’m sorry.

His five officials were even deeper in the light of the street and did not see joy in their stubborn faces.

I don’t think he was born in apathy. He just lost too much to hide his emotions.

When the car started, it leaned forward, and I reached for his waist. Hellen looked down at me and said nothing. He held my hand on my back and gave me comfort.

He went into an old neighborhood and stopped in the middle and took me upstairs.

The house was very old and clean in front of his house.

And as soon as the door opened, it came out of three bees, one black and white, one fat and one big face, Garfield.

I said, “You raised three cats?”

There’s a sense of unrealism, and there’s a rumor that the school boss beats people and he’s tough and he’s tough.

He was crouched down, holding one in his hand, the fattest one, not on the master’s roller coaster, so he had to put his claws on his legs.

“Do you want to stomp?” I’m sorry.

I pick up the fattest one, and the cat’s hair is soft and warm, and it’s lazy and heated…

Hellen leaned his head over the back of his cat’s neck, and the white cat hair was on his side…

For some reason, I think he’s like a cat, lazy like a cat.

I said, “Do you live alone?”

“Herlench”: Hmm. I’m sorry.

I said, “The day Auntie died, it was because…”

Hellen looked up to the cat’s room and took out the cat’s food and fell into the food box: “That day, I won an O-Class, my mom made a table and my dad came back to celebrate.”

He kept his head down, and I couldn’t see his face, but I felt depressed.

“I’m doing my homework in there, and my mom is waiting for my dad in the living room. Then I heard something. I wanted to go out and the door was locked. The more loud they are, the worse I am, the more I break the door, the more I am.

…I can’t imagine how long it took him to lick his wounds so that he could now replace his hysteria with a calm surface.

“When I get out, there’s only my father, and my mother doesn’t know where to go…”

He held his hand in a fist and his bones were white.

“The day after the accident, Ike-Fei’s sister-in-law came to our house and I hacked my dad’s phone to learn that that woman had sent a disgusting picture of my mother before the accident. My mother was six months pregnant, and she told me every day, “You’re about to have a sister, and we’re going to have a great family of four…”

I suddenly felt so bad I wanted to hold him.

“When the hacker bonus came in, I asked my uncle to help me take the room down and cut off my father’s relationship. From then on, I was left to myself…”

The rhesus monkey experiment, which shocked the world, once said that no matter how “bad parents” scolded and humiliated their children, as long as they stopped attacking, children would remain close to their parents because unconditional love for their parents was the natural nature of primates.

And Hellen, who hated so much, forced himself to cut it off. Fourteen and five years old, I can’t think of how he survived alone…

I’m sorry.

“What does it matter to you? I’m sorry.

I choked, “If Auntie hadn’t saved me that day…”

Hellenz: She would have done it, either you or me. My mother’s very soft heart, and I can’t bear to see someone else’s dog being beaten. I’m sorry.

At that moment, instinctive push-off came from her goodness.

I said, “Aunt said she had a son about my age and I thought of you. I saw you the other day, but I forgot you…”

“The day I met your father, I asked why you didn’t remember me. He says that your stress trauma caused prolonged insomnia, which caused depression, and that it took a lot of money to get you to forget about the accident…”

I was shocked and blinded.

And he looked at me for a few seconds, and he laughed, “If I had a daughter who was so hurt, so guilty, so anxious, so blameful, so dependent on antidepressants, I would have done anything to save her, no matter what.” I’m sorry.

“You don’t blame me? I’m sorry.

“I blame myself. I’m sorry.

I said, “Ah?”

“If there’s something to regret in the world, I’ll have to take it all. As soon as I get back to school on that day, I’ll be there for my mother. I’d have hacked my mom’s phone sooner to keep her from seeing pictures, or if I had hacked my dad’s phone sooner than I’d ever seen him. She wouldn’t have gone out that night alone, wouldn’t have had a fucking car accident…”

He was shaking with his eyes.

And We took his arm and held it hard: “Brother, do not punish yourself with the wrongs of others. I’m sorry.

He leaned down with the wall and his hands on his face.

I see a blur in my eyes: “Man can’t live in the past. Auntie said that her greatest wish is that you be happy. I’m sorry.

He whispered like he was listening to himself: “Just give me a moment, a moment. I’m sorry.

After a long time, he stood up and covered his eyes with pain and desolation, as if everything were normal.

I finally understand why he is sometimes second-rate, sometimes naughty. He should have been a carefree and simple teenager. Now he is the soul of a broken family.

He didn’t give up saving himself, otherwise he wouldn’t have raised three cats, kept the softness deep inside, so he didn’t have to be cold.

The three little meows are very happy, and Hellen took me on a tour, which is very different from the boys’ room I thought.

Like my dad, he’s too busy to clean up without me and Aunt Ning. Not to mention the Downing Sea, his room is not a bad time. And here, there’s a dim lemon, not a perfume.

I said, “Your room smells good. I’m sorry.

“Every time after cleaning up a little lemonade. I’m sorry.

I can’t help but try to give him a thumb.

There’s two doors in the aisle, face to face, and on the left is his mother’s bedroom and on the right is his.

The aunt’s room was clean and covered with dust and mold, and there was a big window, and if it was clear, the warm sun would come in.

There was only one frame on the table, and in the black and white picture, auntie smiled so well that she was supposed to be a soft and delicate person in the spring of the leaf. My eyes are sour, stand in front of her and bow down.

When he left his aunt’s room, he asked me, “Are you hungry? I’m sorry.

I’m nodding my head, I’ve lost my chicken chops, and now my stomach’s grunting.

He took off his coat and told me to go to the restaurant and wait, “I’ll make fried rice, you wait. I’m sorry.

I said, “You… you cook?”

He looked at me and went to the kitchen and quickly put on an old Don duck apron.

The school’s an apron?

This picture is… magical.

I swallowed a sip of his water.

And Helen (Hron) said: What look is thy eye on him who despises?

I said, “I don’t… I just think you’re a little out of touch with the apron. I’m sorry.

“Cooking is a routine and I am a human being. I’m sorry.

I hold, yeah, he’s a man.

A man so lonely.

I looked at him in the kitchen door frame to cook, he took the shrimp out of the freezer room to freeze, made meatlines with soda sauce and sugar, soft-carriaged egg-cutting, cut-off vegetables, and moved with a maley knife…

He’s been living alone since he was 14 years old, cleaning his house and cooking himself. What was I doing when I was 14? Mom had already moved to work outside, and Dad was too busy to take care of me, but I had Grandpa and Grandma’s love and Aunt Ning’s care, and I haven’t made a meal of my own, except to cook noodles…

He put the knife on the tablet and pushed me out on his shoulder: “Go play with the cat for a while, it’ll be over soon.” I’m sorry.

I look back, and I think he’s cooking too much smoke. How could he have taken the knife and pointed back to him, saying, ‘Show the eyes of your beloved.’ I’m sorry.

All right, I’m ashamed, I’ll just have to play with the cat.

I said, “Do all three have names? I’m sorry.

There was a fire in the kitchen.

Hellen, “One male and one mother, the black and white one is Yufa and the big face is Jerry…”

I: ?

Strangely, just listen to him, “The fattest is called a boy. I’m sorry.

Children? Children?

Is this just my sister?

I can’t stop laughing. I’m carrying two of Fatty’s front paws. Where does it look like me?

Bastard!

I opened the kitchen door and protested to him: “You name it.” I’m sorry.

The school bullies with their old duck aprons are scrambling, and look at me: “What? I’m sorry.

We said, “Anything you can change, do not touch me.” I’m sorry.

And Hellen came up with a pot shovel, and I was like, “What are you doing? You are right and you are the most handsome.” I’m sorry.

I forced the door to close and pressed the cat’s head: “Your father was mean…”

Hellen didn’t come out, and there was a bang in the kitchen…

He asked me, “What did you just say?” I’m sorry.

I said, “What did I say?”

“You say I am the most handsome.” I’m sorry.

I’m, uh…

I’ve always known my currents, I’ve recognized everyone more quickly, and I’ve come here with a lie. I can’t say it right now, my face is red.

Hellen took his apron and walked to me, and I turned back, and he moved forward: “Who is the most handsome?” I’m sorry.

And I could not bear his eyes and his breath near to the feet, and We made a whisper of our head: Thou art the most handsome. I’m sorry.

And Helen (Hron) said: Where is Downing Sea? Is he handsome?

I: ?

I’d love to.

“You’re all handsome.” I’m sorry.

Hellen wrings his eyebrow, doesn’t speak.

“You are the most handsome, you are the most handsome in my eyes.” I’m sorry.

He grabbed my wrist and put it down gently, staring at me in the eye and laughing in the face.

“Who do you like?”

I said, “Ah?”

“Who do you like? I’m sorry.

To save my life.

I said, “I love you. I’m sorry.

He’s not satisfied, his lips are tight.

“I want you only to like me. Listen, it’s not your favorite, it’s your favorite! I’m sorry.

I was hot in my ears, and I took my unplaced hand to the shelf behind my back, and I found several yellow albums.

Just take one look at the young, gentle woman holding a young boy about three years old in the background of a playground. The kid’s cheeks are crooked and his eyes are turned to moon teeth.

I look at the photos, and I look at the Hellen in front of him, whose eyes are so full of eyes, and he’s long gone. Suddenly, I felt sore, that people were gone, and even 10,000 pictures were just a little thought, nothing.

“Put it back. I’m sorry.

I’m shaking the album down.

I said, “Hmm! I’m sorry.

He bent over and picked it up and put it back on the shelf.

“You were so cute when you were a kid.” I’m sorry.

He looked at my back, “Didn’t it hurt?” I’m sorry.

I shook my head, “No pain. I’m sorry.

It actually hurts. I was a little numb.

He’ll see, I’ll bend my knees and hide my feet behind it: “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry.

I said, “It’s all right. Where’s your fried rice?” I’m so hungry. I’m sorry.

Back to the restaurant, he came out of the kitchen with a plate bigger than my two heads. I saw that super-luxurious egg fried rice, and I thought I had used to eat it for pigs.

Red and yellow peppers, young fried eggs, bright shrimp balls, the tip of the green oil, the bottom of the sprouts, the ratio of vegetables to food is 1:5 to one, and the scent snorts.

I’m gonna dig a big spoon and taste it. “It smells so good.” I’m sorry.

He hit his lower lip and sat across from me.

“Big brother,” I put a spoon in my mouth, and I didn’t forget to fill it with his bowl. “Eat, eat. I’m sorry.

Hellen looked at my spoon and looked at the bowl before him.

Uh, stupid again. Reach out and grab his bowl, and he’ll take his wrist.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

I said, “I forgot… it’s my spoon. I’ll refill you. I’m sorry.

“You want to hang on to yourself?” I’m sorry.

I’m: I’m the first guy to come to the door and make him feel like I’m a big dick!

“I’m sorry…”

“I said, don’t always say sorry. Boy, there’s something to say about your guilt. I don’t even feel guilty about it. I’m sorry.

I said, “No…”

I took his hand, and I was anxious to keep him sad: “I am selfish, yes” and the words were swallowed up.

The eyes of Hellen fell upon me in his hand: “Don’t say the three words after that.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

“I can’t help but say three words. I’m sorry.

And I said: Which three?

Hellenz: “I’m happy, think about it. I’m sorry.

I don’t know why I’m so hot in my ear.

He eats slowly, most of the time looking at me. And I looked at him with the light, and the light on his head was yellow, and his contours were also warm under this warm light, as I had never seen before, and it was scattered through a few pieces, but the light was bright and clear, and there was my shadow.

He fed his bowl into the kitchen and stood in front of the sink and said I came, and he told me to “go shovel cat shit.”

I said, “No experience. I’m sorry.

Hellenz: “When you’re born, you’ll be back.” I’m sorry.

All right, who’s gonna let people eat short?

Later, I took the cat sand shovel out and told him I’d finished the shovel.

He wipes his hands and strips off sugar paper and stuffs me with a Ferrero.

And I protest, and he is not allowed to bear the beaks: “Your hands have been shoveled, I have stripped you of the same. I’m sorry.

I: I can’t rebut it.

He was going to take me home after dinner, and the sound-control lights in the old neighborhood were not working, and he turned on the light to walk in front of me, the strange place of the black hole, because of him, I felt comfortable.

I said, “I didn’t want to ask about your privacy when you were eating roasted fish in a row that day.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I said, “Oh…”

Make sure you have eyes. It’s Ike’s mother. It turns out that there’s still genetics.

Out of the building, the rain stopped long ago and the moon came clean. I stretch out and I feel like the air is new.

We said: “Brother Harlan. I’m sorry.

Hellen said, “Well?”

I said, “My aunt talked to me about you. I’m sorry.

“What did you say? I’m sorry.

We said, “She says you’re a typical person of integrity, and she says she doesn’t like to look bad, but she saves money for her. I’m sorry.

He doesn’t talk, head down and head forward.

I said, “The aunt has always been proud of you, and she says you’ve been very knowledgeable since you were a child, and very smart, and you’ve been proud to learn that she hasn’t had a day’s work.” She used to think that something great had been done in her life and that genius would give her such a good child.”

He stopped.

I said, “Big brother, after all these years of hard work, will you stop fighting and keep your heart in your book?” I want to see what you used to look like, that really nice brother Auntie said. I’ve been thinking for a long time and I’ve been dying to see him. I’m sorry.

His back was flat and he looked up to his neck and looked at the wheel of silver in the sky.

I stood behind him and waited.

Until his tight back was relaxed and noded.

I’m going back 50 meters from my house and I want to get off.

“Not yet. I’m sorry.

I said, “I know. I’m sorry.

“Who are you afraid to see? I’m sorry.

I said, “Donning Sea.” I’m sorry.

“What if he sees?”

I blinked and smiled well at him.

Hellen lamented, parked by the side of the road and came down with me.

We said, “No, I will go without you. I’m sorry.

“I don’t feel comfortable. I’m sorry.

I’m… okay.

When I approached my house, seven to eight times, I stopped to drag him into the building next to him, pressed him against the wall, raised a finger over his lips in a sign that squeaked and raised my head.

Downing Sea, in slippers under the streetlights, threw the bag into the trash can and slapped its hands back.

It took me a long breath to find Hellen’s been looking down at me.

“You’re banging me in the wall?” I’m sorry.

I: ?

Let go of your paws.

We said: I am not! I am not!

Hellen’s eyes were like, “Are you afraid of him?” I’m sorry.

I’m not afraid! But I’m afraid he’ll send a message to my father and be held in his early hat.

Come home and see my dad’s not back yet. Relax. Pulling the fridge door with a bottle of Violto, closing the door, and I saw Downing Sea standing behind the door, and I almost hit him in the face.

I said, “Are you going to scare me?” Walk silent. I’m sorry.

“Where have you been?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Student with my classmates. I’m sorry.

Downinghai: “What class? I’m sorry.

I rarely saw him as aggressive, unwittingly trying to avoid sightings and missing the best time to answer.

Donning Sea: “With Helium?” I’m sorry.

I’ve had a lot of saliva, and I’ve had a few concussions. I decided to confess. It’s a long story.

By the time I’m done with the shock of this day and the accident on South Ping Road five years ago (I didn’t mention the family matter at Hellen’s), the clock had crossed twelve o’clock.

His face is a little twisted, like an accident or something.

Donning Sea: “So, because he is your son, you look at him differently? I’m sorry.

I said, “Not all of them. I feel guilty not only for Aunt Yang but also for him…”

Donninghai: “It’s not your fault that Aunt Yang died in a car accident, so don’t take everything on yourself. I’m sorry.

We said, “I said I’d go to him, and I’ll see him as my brother, but I forgot him I’m nothing.” I’m sorry.

“It’s not your fault he’s not missing his legs, he’s alive. Besides, Mom and Dad, would his family leave him alone? You’re just thinking too much, too much stress. I’m sorry.

And I looked at Downing Sea and begged him for the first time: “Big brother, don’t go against Helan, he’s not easy. I’m sorry.

He wrangled his eyebrow and his mouth was open and he didn’t make a sound.

We waited for him to nod, and he said, “Show me the ball.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Now?”

It’s 12:30.

Donning Sea: “I’m not happy, I’m in the mood of a dog and I’m going to sweat out. I’m sorry.

I’m: I’m a one-metre-six-two short, you sure you want me to practice with you?

The Donning Sea had no choice but to drag me to the basketball court east of the district, and the basketball ball “thomp, boom, boom” was thrown to the ground, and the space was empty.

I intercepted it, he saw me as air, and it was not very humiliating. He’s playing like he’s playing.

He’s proud.

I see with rage.

Dude, you’re about a metre and you’re hitting me on the thumb.

I don’t want to fight. I’ll catch whatever he’s up to.

Stab…

His pants fell.

I grabbed the ball and made a standard three-step basket and went back to making a ghost face.

His shoulder was broken, like a leak.

Donning Sea: “I will not be embarrassed for your sake. I’m sorry.

I said, “Thank you, brother. I’m sorry.

Back to school the next day, the dove pulled me out for lunch. She ordered, I looked at the phone.

Hellen sent a message: You’re not in the cafeteria?

I’m on the snack street.

HLC: With whom?

I: Doves.

He didn’t reply.

A little while ago, the curtains turned against the light and covered their heads with shadows. I’m sorry.

The Donning Sea sits next to me with a coat, and it’s customary to put a hand on my back: “The toothbrush doesn’t tell me, no conscience.” He waved to his boss, “and a bowl of chopsticks.” I’m sorry.

The food just came to the table and the curtains were shaking again.

This time it’s a pigeon’s tongue: “The schoolhouse.” I’m sorry.

I’ll be back.

Hellen was wearing a black and cool machine suit, with his pants on his feet in the hiking boots, and the reverse light on the door burned him around a layer of gold and raised his eyes a few centimeters. The moment he saw the Downing Sea, he wrinkled his brow and came to open the chair by the white pigeon.

The dove was slapping his heart in his mouth.

Hellen raised his eyebrow: “and a bowl of chopsticks.” I’m sorry.

“Sit over there.” I’m sorry.

I’m pulling his sleeve.

Hellen swung his lips and laughed so cold.

The curtains are shaking again. A tall child walks in.

Ike-Phi?

Me and the pigeons were taking a breath at the same time.

She was beaten. There’s a bruise on the side and a long mouth under the eye, like a nail scratch.

“Can I come out and talk?” I’m sorry.

Herron sits still.

I looked at the dove and pulled Downing Sea for a more distant table.

There’s always a noise in the small restaurant, and then there’s a bell in the kitchen, and the noise suddenly goes off, “Your dad’s in trouble.”

Six ears were still standing and the pigeon’s hand reached under the table and strangled my leg.

Ike-Phi looked back and we bowed to make quail.

Although she was deliberately depressed, the sound came in sporadically. I’m probably listening that the electronics factory was taxed above, that Ike’s sister-in-law was the financial director, and that Hellen’s father was the deputy financial director, and they were taken to investigate…

His face was beaten by her mother and accused by her family of eating. She came to say her position to Herron, and even the families were on his side.

Hellen stood idly by and picked up a pair of sanitary chopsticks and still sent one word to his guests: “Get lost.” I’m sorry.

Ike’s running away crying.

The Donning Sea and the Doves have a cloud around this gossip, but I’ve figured out the mystery.

Hellen has been waiting for the opportunity to avenge his father and the woman. He must have hacked the electronics company’s financial pussy, as did the whistleblower, who for many years had been caught by surprise.

On Saturday, I was at the milk and tea shop, and I bit on the pen and finally got the courage to ask, “Do you like your dad being in jail?” I’m sorry.

His eyes were dark, and he didn’t answer.

We said, “What you want most is not one cut and one cut, but he bows his head to the wrong.” I’m sorry.

He looked down and I was careful to shake his hand.

We said: “Big brother, no one can change what has happened, and no one will ever come back after him. Why not make himself better?” Put it down! It’s only by putting the past behind us that we can walk into the sun. I’m sorry.

He’s going over his head and talking.

I said, “The desire of my aunt is that you be happy, not that you be angry for her.” Everyone’s gone, even the degas is just satisfying the living, not what she really wants. I’m sorry.

He almost broke his pen with his finger.

I grabbed his hand and pulled out the pen: “Big brother, I’m not going to make a big point, since God keeps me alive, that’s what I value now.” Learning to make peace with yourself and live happily is what those who love you want most. I’m sorry.

“What does it matter if I am not happy?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Because I like you, I’m not happy because you’re unhappy. I can’t spend time with you. I want to give you a lot of sweets. People need to feed. You’re happy. I can’t afford it. I’m sorry.

“What did you say? I’m sorry.

We said, “You are happy, so I am happy. I’m sorry.

“The previous sentence. I’m sorry.

I’d like to give you a lot of sweets…

“You say you like me. I’m sorry.

I said, “Ah? I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about sex. I’m like, I like Aunt Yang.

“I know. I’m sorry.

And suddenly he turned his eyes and reached out with his hand and rubbed my head.

Time travels fast, and it turns into April, and the Ike-speaking Fhi family is like a disintegrated domino effect, and then it turns out that many of the unfilled holes are exposed. In addition to facing a large tax fine, the Ji family has many employees who have claimed that the factory has been in arrears for several months and that the financial chain has been closed down.

The trees are falling apart, and the Ike-Philip-Philip-Philip-Philip-Philip-Philip-Philip-Philip-Philip-Philip-Philip-Philip.

This day I heard her cry for help as I was passing through the alley behind the snack street.

She was surrounded by six social thugs, and the old lady was completely defunct of her toes and had been crushed on the ground.

I don’t have a Virgin heart, and I don’t think she’s pathetic.

But after all, a school can’t ignore it.

I took a slingshot out of my bag, and I aimed it at the maggot’s knee that was stomping on Ikephine’s calves, and I figured it out in my head.

If I help, I’m not sure I’ll be able to pay back in full…

The alley is deep and narrow, the front street is a front room for a small restaurant, and the back alley is a dead end for a pile of junk. Although it was dark, but not late at night, she called so loud that no one looked out.

Move the slingshots and aim at a window closer to Ike-fi, and pull them full.

Boo!

The glass was broken, and a loud man shouted out of the window: “Go to hell! Who sold the mahjong?

The thugs were clearly on the ground, and the gibberish got up and called out for help.

Pop! Pop! I’m sorry.

Several windows were broken in response to the noises, and there were a succession of verbal attacks, and people came out looking at the alley.

The punks ran away and left the floor crying Ike.

She certainly doesn’t want to be seen by someone she knows.

I called an ambulance and left the alley quietly.

Then I heard that Ike had passed away, and I never saw her again.

In May, I became an amazing team at the debate, and in June I will lead the team to the capital for the final.

My father asked Hellen to come to the house and thanked Aunt Ning for making a great dinner.

Dad asked me to meet the guests downstairs and drop the garbage.

I saw him coming downstairs and smiling at him.

And he and the obstinate school bulldoze I met a few months ago were very different, and his eyes were less sharp and scary, and he laughed in front of me without fear, even though he did not laugh much in front of others, and there was temperature in those deep, cold eyes.

I said, “Dad and Aunt Ning are waiting for you. I’m sorry.

And I waited with him for the elevator, and he stood behind me, and he came down to me with his voice down, and said after my ears, “I do not want to be your brother.” * And I’m burning up with my body temperature *

Ding…

The elevator door is open.

I don’t know how to react, but he dragged me into the elevator and grabbed my breath off the wall.

In a moment, I’m like a kick-in-the-barrel barrel, and the Mars is burning, and it’s flammable.

I’m gone.

Elevator arrives, car door opens.

My soul hasn’t come back yet, and he’s out of the elevator and he’s sneezing around with a smile.

I’d like to ask you a question from Aunt Ning. In the room, they replaced the cup with white wine.

I’ve been bowing my head to eat and I can’t talk.

Aunt Ning poured me half a glass of red wine: “So happy today, why don’t you drink a little? I’m sorry.

I’m: I don’t have to drink anymore.

My dad’s car’s got a bunch of thanks. Aunt Ning took out her cell phone to see if there was a call, and she said, “I don’t know what happened, I’m not coming back.”

My dad said, “Let’s eat before he does. I’m sorry.

As I was saying, Downing Sea came back and everyone looked around his neck.

Aunt Ning looked all the more wrong.

The Donning Sea seems to notice an anomaly, where there is no silver graft of 300 taels … The lipstick on his face is too stubborn.

Aunt Ning: Where have you been? How did this happen? I’m sorry.

“Let’s eat first, let him wash his face and change his clothes, and he’s sweaty.” One hand in the back and a hand in the back made him blink.

Back to school the next day, the cell phone came in with a short message: go to the roof.

I’ll see him on the roof. This was the first time he had ever kissed him, feeling embarrassed and afraid to lift his head.

Hellen didn’t smoke on the roof today. He’s…

I said, “You ride a mountain bike with a cat? I’m sorry.

When the boy saw me, he screamed, and I crouched.

“The bridge is about people like you.” I’m sorry.

I said, “What’s wrong with me? I’m sorry.

Helling: “When you got your ticket to the finals, you promised me one thing. I’m sorry.

“I thought that’s a small voice like a mosquito.”

“What? I’m sorry.

I said, “You kissed.” I’m sorry.

“What do you think this is? I’m sorry.

I said, “No, is it not?”

Hellen was staring at me.

My low head is nowhere but a cat.

Hellen, “The child’s face?”

I said, “Well?”

“Can I kiss you?” I’m sorry.

My pupils are magnified. Can you do that?

“You don’t blame me for not kissing you with your consent.” Then I’ll give you the sign, okay?”

My head’s gonna be buried in my knee.

Hellen said to my head: “No more teasing, that’s what I’m telling you – be my girlfriend!” I’m sorry.

He didn’t say, “Be my girlfriend, right? “Will you be my girlfriend?” “Can I be my girlfriend?” There’s no question, it’s just that it says, “Be my girlfriend! I’m sorry.

I … want to leave this place and my feet are like 10 tons of cement, and I can’t move.

Hellen suddenly took me out of the ground and held me around his back to keep me from slipping.

And he looked at me, and there was no previous anger or violence in his eyes, and he was quite honest: “I did what you asked me to do, and I did what I told you. Do you want to reward me? I’m sorry.

I looked in the eye and I was unconsciously avoiding the sight.

What did I do?

“You told me not to fight, did I listen? I’m sorry.

My mechanical nod.

“You let me study well, am I seriously going to school?” I’m sorry.

I repeat nod.

“Let me put my past down and go into the sun. How did I do? I’m sorry.

I said, “Great!”

This time, nod without hesitation, put his thumb up.

Helling: “I can see that man’s life is for himself, not for others. I think there’ll be sunshine on the road. Boy, you’re my light. I don’t know what to say. I like it. I want it. I want it to be clear to you that you are all in my future plans.

I look, breathe nervous.

“Do you like Downing Sea?” I’m sorry.

I said, “What are you talking about?” Downinghai is my brother. I’m sorry.

“I am also your brother. I’m sorry.

I said, “Who said he didn’t want to be my brother that day? I’m sorry.

“It’s me. I don’t want to be your brother. I want to be a boyfriend. I’m sorry.

I said, “Don’t think about it, Donning Sea is a girl… and then the lipstick on his face the other day seems like his life’s daughter appeared.”

I stuttered and I couldn’t speak.

“I have to congratulate him. I’m sorry.

He’s my boyfriend.

Herron, who studied carefully, became the professor ‘ s favorite student and recognized the university grass. Although he tried to keep a low profile, there was always a bee butterflies.

We read in the library, and a girl from a foreign department came to him with a bold look: “Can he borrow a pen?” I’m sorry.

Heh didn’t even lift his eyelids, reaching out to me across the street: “My girlfriend’s pen can be used for you, remember to return.” I’m sorry.

I put a bead pen in his hand and bent his lips at the “excuse me” of that well-dressed sister.

We went to the school’s night-market stand and we ate too much and went back, and a girl with fruit came to him and bent on her side, and the fruit fell on the floor: “Can you help me pick it up?” Thank you. I’m sorry.

The girl had a long curly hair, the crystal nails were dazzling under the street light and the eyes were hooked.

“No time. I’m sorry.

He crouched down and tied my shoelaces and didn’t see the apples rolling to my feet.

When he returned to the girls’ dorm, he handed me the vanilla ice cream he had all the way down the hall. I’m sorry.

I’m sick and tired of the barbecue, and I want to eat something sweet. Both of them.

Hellen bought two flavors. I had chocolate first. He helped me with the vanilla.

We said, “I can’t eat anymore. I’m sorry.

“Do not you want it? I’m sorry.

We said: Eat. I’m sorry.

“The next time I’m not used to you.” He said he was bowing his head and licking that vanilla ice cream.

With his thick eyelashes dazzling under the twilight light, the five officials were so enchanting, I couldn’t help but try to tease him…

I said, “What’s the smell?”

He gave his hand to me: “Taste it. I’m sorry.

I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

And We pulled down his neck with his toes on his lips, and the smell of vanilla spread in his tongue.

“It’s sweet. Yours are better. I’m going to step back.

Hellen’s dark and he’s got his hands on my back…

When I returned to the dorm, my roommate asked me, “Have you been drinking?” Your face is so red. I’m sorry.

I: …can’t be molested.

Hellen’s not my brother anymore. He’s changed his life from the old grumpy schoolboy to my boyfriend.

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My name is Downinghai. I’ve seen Uncle Boy since he was my mother’s primary schoolmate.

My mom took me to a reunion. My father worked in Qinghai, separated from my mother for years. She took me alone and I had to eat fast food alone without taking me to the reunion.

There were so many uncles and aunts in school, and I only had an impression of him because he had a little girl.

She’s a child, different from my age, from the girls in our neighborhood, who are very quiet and soft in her voice, and very sensitive to the feelings of others. It’s like a nice, quiet bouquet, white, small, no other wind, but it smells nice and gentle.

While the reunion had ended, people were waiting for the car at the restaurant door, and her father held her face and she held her two hands over his uncle ‘ s ear. Snowflake floats over our heads, and my mother boasts that Uncle Child is blessed, and her daughter is so small.

That year, we were seven.

My mother and Uncle Boy were back in contact at work and regularly asked out for dinner. As an artist in art, she is going to study abroad for two years. My mom took me to the playground with her. Sometimes it’s too late, and my mom takes it home, we eat on a table and sleep in a bed. I woke up in the morning and I combed her hair, and she tied me to a red scarf, and I didn’t like to eat protein with boiled eggs, and she didn’t like to eat yolk, and we complemented each other.

My mom likes to be a child. She always says her life would have been perfect if she had such a real daughter.

Later, the relationship between the child uncle and the child-smuggling mother deteriorated, with the two being more together, and the child uncle being too busy to make any phone calls.

The children’s grandparents are also in the city, but they’re not well, and my mother tends to the children’s faces, picks me up from school and worries about her.

When I was 10 years old, I was bullied by school bullies, who asked me to pay the “protective fee” and said that I would not be beaten if I gave them the pocket money every month. If they fail to do so, they will be beaten and, of course, the so-called beatings are also violent. I couldn’t give up, and I wasn’t long, skinny and sprouts, and I was rubbed on the floor.

The leader of the school found a brick in front of me and threatened me with a gruesome fear: “If you don’t like it, you’ll get blood.” I’m sorry.

Fuck!

A bullet hit him in the wrist, and the brick fell on his feet and he screamed.

“My father was a policeman and taught me how to deal with the bad guys.” I’m sorry.

The school’s bosses are fighting for children.

She did not retreat, and her slingshot was firmly fired at the head’s feet and dust was flying. And she spits on her chin: “I said to hit your head, and I won’t hit your hand, and come and try, and my head is good.” Either you stay here and my dad can buy you tea at the station. I’m sorry.

Look at me, boys. I’ll see if you’re really fooled by her.

That’s when I realized that a child’s face wasn’t as weak as it looked, that she had a trophies in her bones, and that she wouldn’t back off when she was in trouble.

My mother took me away from my previous home address and transferred me to school and broke up with my uncle.

A few years later, my mother ran into Uncle Boy on a business trip and learned that he was divorced.

They reorganized the family.

I went back to my childhood after my senior year. I always thought we’d be close together, like before, and I’d be by her side, patiently waiting for her to grow up…

I didn’t expect Hellen to show up, and he didn’t know he was going into a child’s arms.

I’m having a hard time, and I know that he’s growing more than I am.

I don’t believe it.

But the child told me that his interaction with her began five years ago. I pretended to be calm and calm, and I was already scared.

A child’s face is not a booty, much less a face and chips. The choice is always in her hands, and only she can decide whether I am a step closer or a step backwards.

I knew I lost when she started hurting him.

What can I do? I can’t embarrass myself.

I can only return to my brother’s place, stand behind her for the rest of my life and be a loved one.

As long as she’s happy.

That day, my mother sent a message calling me to come home early for dinner and saying that Uncle Child had invited Hellen to visit the house. I had a hard time buying shoes at the mall with my company.

Who would have thought that my work at some lipstick counter on the first floor had been “offensive” by a sister?

When I came home with a lipstick mark on my face, the look on my mother’s face was amazing…

And my story with my sister is just beginning.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.