The curse of the wheat field.

The curse of the wheat field.

I always knew I was a fake.

Because in those days, my mother deliberately traded me for a new birth, not a daughter, but a young master.

She’s got a great game: I got the status of Miss Chi, and she finally got her son back. My grandfather and my grandmother were exhaled in front of the 8th Aunt, and my father thought he had won over being an official in town.

In the words of her husband, she was very good when she was a child, she was very good when she was a child, and she had to protect my mother behind her legs when my father cut off her stool.

Until he found out that the mother he was protecting was the thief who stole his identity.

And until he found me, the son of a thief, insolent, taking possession of what belongs to him.

The whole world can blame my mom.

Blame her selfish, blame her for shame.

I’m not the only one.

Back then, she replaced the young master with me.

It was her selfishness, her shame, that gave me 18 years of my life, so I didn’t have to grow up in that poor and violent house, where men were preferred over women.

I held her hand and told her I knew she was for my own good.

But she told me more than that.

At that time, she had diagnosed cancer, late lung cancer, the whole man was dead and crazy, her eyes were wide open and her eyes were full of blood.

When she held me back, she seemed to have exhausted all of her strength, so she pressed into the needle and started to bleed back, and her voice was dumb, and it sounded like thunder in my ear.

“Your great-grandmother had a girl who was drowned by your grandmother.

“Then I came out to work. Your father was on the construction site the day I had the baby, and I signed myself in the city’s hospital, and I gave birth to you.

“Thank God he’s not here. He’s coming, you’re going to die.

“Listen to me, hold on to your foster parents. They’re good people. They don’t give you money for college.

“Speak more nicely, and say, “If they hate you, then you will scold me. Drew? Do you hear me? Say something!”

I stayed where I was, and I was shocked to forget the language, and I just tried to react, and I saw the red blood in her needle, and I pressed her hand, “You… don’t move.”

“I’m going to die. What do you care? Her other hand reached out, and the eagle’s claw grabbed my arm. “That house is about to eat, you can’t go back! Do you hear me? Do you hear me?

Before I could answer, the door of the room had suddenly been knocked open, and a crowd broke into the room, and the first middle-aged man saw my mother in the bed and yelled:

“Bitch, you deserve such a good fucking hospital? Come on, come with me, you’ll die in my old Yang’s land! I’m sorry.

My mother was already scrawny and sick, and only the blood-stained eye of a thief.

And when a man appeared, a strange smile came upon her mouth: “You are the last.” Your son is not yours, nor is your daughter yours. You are the last.”

“Fuck you! I’m sorry.

The middle-aged man was like a crazy buffalo, he jumped in the spot, almost shot at my mother, and he hit like a storm. In her body, she was cursing in her vernacular language, which stenched her with odour.

But my mom’s laughing.

The dumb, ugly, as hell-breathing blood clots out of her mouth, and the various instruments of detection dripping to sound a grim warning.

The next moment I reacted to the shock and rushed up and pulled him, but I felt as if I was pulling a motorbike, which I could only slow down a little bit.

And for the next moment, standing still in the corner of the wall as if the young man was moving like a wallflower.

After 18 years of being called Yang Dong, and having recognized his biological parents, the young wallflower boy finally recovered his son-in-law.

I’ve met my most simple and patient peers.

He was wearing a white-washed school uniform, which was the most common shaving, but the face was as if it were radiant, and the sight immediately burst with a chilling death.

I didn’t even have time to see what he was doing. He had already punched the middle-aged man to the ground, and then he fell on the middle-aged man with his fists and feet, like the storm of genius.

The relatives of the middle-aged men came up and took the young men away from the men, while they pulled and shouted at him.

The youths increased, and a few elbows pulled out two middle-aged men who held him, and the wolves went up and continued to fight.

The doctor and the nurse heard the alarm and wanted to come in and were crowded around the door by the crowd who had been fighting.

I took the opportunity to help my mother, with a tissue that tried to wipe the blood out of her mouth, but she waved it away.

She’s so strong, she’s not like a sick cancer patient, she’s got a blood-stained eye, the pupils are completely exposed, her eyes are so cold, she turns around, looks at a middle-aged man, spits blood in her mouth, and she throws a loud and powerful curse:

“You deserve it, Yang Xiaojun! Your family deserves to die! I’ll kill you! I’m sorry.

The middle-aged man jumped on the ground like a live fish and seemed to try to jump over and hit her, but was stomped by a young man.

My mother looked at him and laughed.

The EKG curve is like a line of lightning, and as soon as I look at the numbers, my heart rate is already at 180, and just when I call out a “doctor,” the curve goes straight.

My mom went down, she closed her eyes, her bloody mouth, and she had a twisted smile.

That smile, I think I can remember forever.

“Stop it! Dead!”

I shouted all over my body and finally stopped the fight.

Everybody turns around and looks at my mother with blood all over her face. Look at me.

The young man as a whole seemed to be still, with his eyebrow softly and his lips shaking, with a little water in his eyes, but without going any further towards my mother.

Half of the time, he started to roll his head back, retreating back to the doctor, giving him an invisible position, which finally took the opportunity and squeezed it into the bed.

The doctor looked at me, looked at me, looked at teenagers, “Who’s family? The patient has no vital signs. I’m sorry.

And I was in shock, and it was hard to accept what had happened before me, and a cold young man’s voice was ringing: “Don’t save.” Live and suffer. I’m sorry.

I looked back at him, and his face was full of face, and I just felt that face was covered with a thick mask that kept all the real feelings and thoughts under it, and the outsiders couldn’t see anything from it.

Yang Xiaojun was beaten to death, but at this point he agreed with the young man: “It’s the rescue, the life, the death.” Besides, she’s got cancer, and she won’t live long. I’m sorry.

The young man smiled: “Intentional injury causes death and is usually punishable by imprisonment for more than 10 years or life imprisonment. What’s the matter with you? I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with a wife? She’s my man, dead is my ghost, I killed her, that’s her bad luck. Who doesn’t get beaten? And listen to her! I’ll die! She deserves it!”

“So you’re guilty. There’s surveillance, there’s solid evidence, and you won’t get away with anything. I’m sorry.

“Alas, you son of a bitch! I’m sorry.

The young man pushed him aside and turned to me: “Call the police.” You’re her own daughter, this cop, you report. I’m sorry.

That’s the first time that a Qin has looked at me. I didn’t think that would be the case.

“I see who dares to call the police!”

Yang Xiaojun took a fork in his waist and a group of relatives followed him.

“Neill, you’re your father’s daughter. How can you call the police and arrest your father? Your mother doesn’t want you, your father misses you! Not to mention, the other day, he sent you a good kiss. I’m sorry.

And I was in the same place again.

Kiss?

My mother was just killed alive.

Now, have they planned to take me away and sell me for the bride price?

I’m 18 years old and I’m not even married.

How dare they?

The sound of the mother’s last voice was:

That’s a home to eat.

You can’t go back.

Until then, my feelings were not true.

Suddenly, my real mother appeared.

I couldn’t even say more to her, I didn’t even call her “Mom” and she just died in front of me.

I don’t even know what kind of relationship I should have with her. Think about it.

It’s all supposed to be, and it doesn’t seem to be.

The word “mother” is so strange to me.

Like a curse.

We must not speak out for ourselves.

But the current situation is moving at a rapid pace and does not give me any time to digest my emotions.

I haven’t noticed yet. A group of people have come up and pulled me out.

“Come on, go home with your dad. I’m sorry.

“You don’t even know how much your father’s been thinking about you. Don’t listen to your mother. Your father is your daughter now. I’m sorry.

“What a nice person your father told you! The fertilizers make a million dollars a year. What is it, and what is it that you marry to your father’s house, and you are near to it, and those who are close to your relatives, have a duty. I’m sorry.

“I’m not going!”

“Don’t dream. You’re not a real girl. Don’t be too tall. What’s college for? Five girls from our village went to college, graduated and made thousands of dollars? At the time of the marriage, the bride price was much higher than the secondary school. I’m sorry.

I am far less powerful than this group, not to mention that they are many and are almost dragged out.

When the soles of the shoes and the floor were almost on Mars, I went back to my mother, who was in the hospital bed, and whose face, though stained with blood, was in peace.

How could she do that? Her daughter is still suffering. Why is she so blind? Do you hate Yang Xiaojun more than you love me? Is she in love with me?

The young man approached my mother ‘ s bed in the absence of attention, picked up a towel, wetted the scribbling water among the rest of the crowd, and slightly wiped the blood on my mother ‘ s face.

He’s my mom’s favorite child.

She tried to bring our secret to the grave.

But Yang Xiaojun, who looks different from himself, always suspects that he was my mother who stole his life, beat him five times more, even a little bit.

My mom was scared.

After one of the beatings, she fell into a long coma and woke up to learn that her son had gone behind his back to the town hospital and that the doctor had diagnosed her lung cancer.

I don’t know what she’s thinking, but finally she’s telling the truth.

The adolescent contacted her biological parents and made a paternity test to prove her identity as a true young man, after which her biological parents gave her kindness and allowed her to stay in this expensive private hospital.

I looked at the teenager with the help, but he was so focused on my mother’s blood rubbing, his eyes were full of water, he didn’t even look at me.

My heart cools down an inch.

Well, this farce shouldn’t have been about him.

He should not have been involved in this foolish and rude backwardness, full of calculations and prejudice.

The moment I was about to be dragged out of the house, I grabbed the sleeves of the doctor on duty, and he said, “Call the police.” I’m sorry.

I was dragged out, a little bit of clothing was squeezed and slipped out of my fingertips.

The doctor looked deep at me, no moves, no answers.

Just as our big gang was in the hallway, a bunch of black suits came.

The vacuum in the head is covered in a suit coat, a slip in the abdomen’s abdomen, obscurity, oil, exaggerating necklaces, a strange ring in one hand blind.

Seeing him, I’m relieved.

Little sun.

And when he saw a crowd rushing towards me, he lifted his eyes in cold, and made a whisper, and looked through all the relatives present, and turned his head around on the neck, cold, and said, “My people, you dare move. I’m sorry.

A group of relatives watched him with a bunch of black suit bodyguards behind him.

“Your people?” This is my fucking daughter! If I wanted to take her, you wouldn’t dare. Who are you?”

A lady ripped off Yang Xiaojun’s clothes and punched him in the eye. My daughter’s not married, she’s paid 300 grand. Ask this man for tens of thousands. I’m sorry.

The Yang Xiaojun blinked, and his eyes turned to his mouth: “My daughter has been promised to the old king’s house at the fertiliser factory in our village, and she’s paid 300 grand. You want to take her away, go ahead, double the bride price and add a car!” The money’s out, and the girl’s yours. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe it. Three hundred thousand dollars in the district, and you sold Jun? I’m sorry.

Three hundred thousand, just a few months of pocket money, just a small birthday party.

“You are too young to add, right?” Six hundred thousand, and one more car must be a good car. I don’t want that. I’m sorry.

“You’re stupid, the boy’s got money, you want 600,000!” A million! More houses! “Look at your useless face…”

“I don’t care to follow you ink, I pull out the phone, “600,000, yes…”

“Little Ziyang! “I got him.

“Lu, what’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

The lady smiled: “Yes, yes, my daughter, please ask him to give more, but your father is just a woman…”

And I said, “If you give this man a penny, I will disown you, and I will not speak to you for the rest of my life.” I’m sorry.

“Alas, you little bastard, you white-eyed wolf! The Yang Xiaojun came back with a slap, but was picked up by a man who was prepared: “I see who dares touch her!” I’m sorry.

And then I just picked it up, and I started talking.

The strength of the esteemed Xiaoyang is a little less than that of the Yang Xiaojun, who has been working hard for many years, and who is preparing to fight for years of stifling and free fighting and the Yang Xiao Jun’s death.

The young man stood in cold and cold and had a head higher than Yang Xiaojun and his family, and his face was barely stopped.

“You’re not finished. There’s still a body here. I’m sorry.

When Yang Xiaojun heard this, he finally remembered the fate of the man on his back, and his eyes turned and his legs ran.

A group of relatives also followed him to the other side of the corridor, and a few of my great-aunts kept holding me, as if they were afraid that I would stay and say bad things to the police. I was dragged forward, and I lost one of my shoes, and I was so busy, I cried out, “Wait, stop them!” I’m sorry.

After all these years, the boys and girls took me for something, and I know it, and I don’t usually touch that shit. But with the exception of the few.

Little Yang is the only one I can call a friend. I don’t think so.

By the way, I’m telling you, it’s only Bo who comes in and directs the black suit bodyguards to stop people while they come after me, staring at me with a clear and stupid eye and asking me, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.

I pointed at Yang’s voice, “It’s him! He killed my mother alive in front of the bed!” Call the police!”

The voice was still missing and the running aunt turned back and covered my mouth and dragged me to the hospital exit.

All my hopes lie in Niuyang. He’s never been good, but he’s always brought so many people.

Is it working?

When I was dragged into a tractor by my aunts, I thought they were a little slow, and I thought I’d see how people were not coming down, but I was squeezed into a pile of people with their heads on their heads, and I was touched twice by a salty pig who didn’t know where to reach.

I felt a little bit wrong when the tractor went off, but when I started, I almost had a fight, barely stabilized, and I found out that salty hands were touching my thighs, and I fought hard against salty hand, without thinking.

And the tractor went into the village, and five men and six men led me to the old man’s dirthouse, and waved their hands: “Tell the old king’s house that there was a cityman who offered a bride price plus a car to marry my daughter, for the sake of the people of the countryside, and I gave him 100,000 and sent him 200,000 more, and the girls took her away.” I’m sorry.

What makes me feel cold is that at this point I’m still not here.

The police finally arrived when the two spouses, the mediaman and Yang Xiaojun had been almost strangled.

There were four police vehicles and more than a dozen policemen in one breath, but the locals present, rather than panic, were the masters of the fertilizer factory who shivered and saw Yang Xiaojun for a very long time.

The Yang Xiaojun changed his face and smiled like a huppy dog: It was an accident, and I hit him and Yang’s mother died.

Wang looked him in the eye and smiled in his face, smoking a box of cigarettes, and looking for the first policeman: “The comrades of the public security have come all the way here to sit down at my house, have a cup of tea and learn more. I’m sorry.

“We are here to arrest the suspects Yang Xiaojun and those involved in the fighting in the hospital, and the rest of them will cooperate with us in the investigation and will not obstruct the performance of their duties.” I’m sorry.

Wang looked at his eyes and looked around: “How can he call the police about his family?” Isn’t this trouble for the comrades? Who called the police? Who called the police?”

No one answered.

He took the police officer to the side, saying, “What police station are you from? Did you know Liu at our police station…”

I looked at these people as though they were fearless, but I climbed on their backs a little bit cold, and cried out in a hurry: “They killed and they trafficked.” They killed my mother and sold me! Uncle Police, you can’t let them run…”

I’ve been holding my aunt’s backhand in my face, slapping my ass on the floor, salting my mouth and looking like a gold star.

“Where’s your little bitch talking? I’m sorry.

The police officer saw the mother be so arrogant in front of so many policemen, with his face on three occasions, waved the boss ‘ s arms and waved behind him to arrest him.

The villagers cried out, surrounded by a human wall, smudged their hands, and tried.

The police then pulled out the gun.

My aunt sat on the floor with her ass: “The police killed her!” The police shot him! Give us some judgment!”

The police officers watched the mother play a scoundrel, and the neighboring ladies took up their cell phones and started to tape, and the head of the family jumped. I’m sorry.

But the police force was forced back by the wall.

Wang’s boss was satisfied with his mouth, his mouth was full of disgust, my face was shaking, he picked up his cell phone and answered the next minute with a phone, and he sank with his face and sank, and then he snorted with his mouth, his eyes were full of sweat and rain, and he started to stomp around, while he stomped at people on the other side of the phone.

He came to me on the phone, and as soon as he hung up the phone, she was on the floor with her feet. What are you yelling about?”

Aunty, stand up and shoot the ashes.

Soon after Wang hung up on the phone, he went and caught Yang Xiaojun and pushed him to the police officer: “It’s him, Yang Xiaojun, you take you with you, and we will not hide.” I’m sorry.

Yang Xiaojun is in a hurry: “My family! I’m sorry.

“Who is your family? 300 grand for the bride price! I’m sorry.

Wang is angry with him and laughing at the police: “I have nothing to do with the misunderstanding, I am not involved in it, you see it. I’m sorry.

The police officer spoke in secret: “There are others suspected of crowds fighting against public order…”

“Get out of here! I’m sorry.

Boss Wang jumped like a thunderbolt and then went like hell. People were still a little shaky, but they did so, and a few of the cleavages had taken a step forward.

The police took the rest of the men with their cars, and a female policeman lifted me up from the ground and photographed me on the shoulder, holding me in his arms. I’m sorry.

I shuddered and leaned in her arms.

She looked tough in her uniform, but she had the unexpected softness and warmth to keep her close to.

It became clear to me that the doctor had already called the police, that he had seen too many doctors and that he did not want to confront the group and did not show up.

As soon as the group took me away, two civilian police officers arrived at the hospital.

As a result, when they arrived at the crime scene, they saw only the body of a late cancer patient, described as dead and smiling, suspected of having been called a false police officer.

When it became clear that the deceased ‘ s adopted son had caused damage to the crime scene, they had to call for surveillance.

The surveillance is clear. The problem is that the suspects have already fled.

Although there was only one suspect who had deliberately injured the victim, he was suspected of having fought a large number of people and probably had fled back to his home, a complex area where relatives had protected each other and where two civilian police officers had failed to act properly.

As for Niuyang…

“I’m sorry, I tried to stop them, but my dad didn’t know where they came from and suddenly called, and didn’t let them come with me.”

I smiled and said, “It’s okay, I’m safe, I’m back, and I’m fine to invite you to dinner next time. I’m sorry.

Somebody help me, it’s love.

Don’t help, it’s your job.

There’s nothing to complain about.

He was just a kid who was wearing adult clothes, and he was able to bluff without coming.

Besides, it’s a good thing that Wang Village’s sick and sick, and that the police are here, and he’s got two or five kids who can’t keep up.

When I arrived at the police station, the police sister drugged my face and took a statement so I could go home.

Go home…

Where’s my home?

He was also brought with him for a longer period of time, on suspicion of fighting and to be interrogated.

Although he was of age, he was a student, without a criminal record, and had only caused minor injuries to the Yang Xiao Jun, received a critical education and paid a fine.

The family driver was waiting outside, saw us coming, got out of the car and opened the door.

Actually I hesitated for a moment.

I shouldn’t have gone back to that place.

But after 18 years, I’m used to using the crowded basement of the family as my own safe haven.

When he got in the car, he said, “Why didn’t my biological parents come?” I’m sorry.

I laughed: “Uncle Ken is busy at work and usually lives in the city.” I’m sorry.

In fact, he had seven homes downtown and seven mistresses waiting for him.

“There’s a lot going on at Aunt Lin’s. I’m sorry.

Aunt Lin’s little milkdogs are in the neighbouring city, and of course their branches are in the neighbouring city, and running both ends of her life.

I was shocked when I first knew it, and then used to it. That’s how rich people do it.

“Did you never care that my parents called me Mom and Dad for 18 years?” I’m sorry.

I was stuck in the air, and I was strangling my hand like a needle in my back.

I can’t call Aunt Lin Mom. I can’t call Uncle Kim Dad.

That house, and no real mom and dad.

When I was a kid, my sister cried when she learned to speak, and I followed her, and she said, “Are you confused?” You really think you’re a daughter? Madam has taken you in and given you a meal. It’s a great gift. You set yourself up! I’m sorry.

Aunt Lin was full of her new fingernails, and her fingernails were like blues, and she was like, “What’s the matter? I’m sorry.

Turn your face around and look at me, pale, with a little bit of twirling, a beautiful eye and cold, and a light smile on your mouth: “Ju, this time you were wrong, you screamed. I don’t want to hear you yell at me, okay? I’m sorry.

Her voice was light, as a feather passed over her ears, and she overstretched my heart,

I was only four years old, but I already felt the weight of that. I was so busy, I apologized again and again.

Aunt Lin waved, saying I don’t have to.

Auntie Chen dragged me back to her room, closed the door, and cried in my arms: “I don’t want to say that, but you can’t upset Aunt Lin, okay? It’s not like you’re born. It’s your fault you’re not born in your aunt’s belly.”

I was raised by Chen.

When she was five years old, Chen resigned to bring her grandson home, and when she left I cried and begged her to take me away, and she took her suitcase and didn’t come back in the rain.

That was Aunt Lin’s first hug.

Aunt Lin has a special fragrance, a very warm hug, and so beautiful, which is in line with all my imagination about the word “mom,” but I can’t scream.

It’s a curse. Once it opens, I don’t know what to put in Pandora’s box.

Later, the nanny told me that I was not a child of this family and that I was secretly replaced while in the hospital.

My own mother, who changed his son to Uncle Kim and Aunt Lin, used all the counter-investigation methods to avoid being traced, and for more than a decade, he’s been missing.

Just because I’m a girl, and the one she changed was a boy.

I complained about my mother, but Aunt Lin smiled: “She’s a poor man. It’s for your own good. I’m sorry.

Auntie Lin has beauty, knowledge and education, and he’s all good, and he’s never treated me like a child, and he never lets me out of hatred for my biological mother.

I was greedy and wanted her to love me, even a little bit.

And finally, it was so close to calling her “Mom” that I didn’t think of.

He’s a very proud man. I found out the first time I saw him.

At that time, he was wearing some transparent repulsive shoes with his sharpened shoes, he shaved himself, he was wearing a white-washed school uniform, but his back was so straight, he had a high head in front of Uncle Ken and Aunt Lin, and he was born a poor relative who feared to be considered a ball player, as if the other party had any doubts about his identity and had any contempt for his motives, he would have carried his leg immediately.

But there’s nothing to question, genetics is a magical thing, and his face looks like Uncle Lin’s body and looks like she’s got a pretty face.

And I, my nose and my nose, my five-man structure, are like Yang Xiaojun.

In fact, the Yang Xiaojun is in some shape, a man who has spent almost 40 years of his life in his eyebrows, and can see his young face.

It’s just that he’s not tall, he’s not a big deal.

It seems as if he realized immediately that I was Yang Xiaojun and Lee’s own daughter, and that he wanted to find the shadow of Lee Hongxia on my face, and that he could find a similarity to Yang Xiaojun without self-obsessingly displaying his disgust.

Then he turned around and refused to look at me face to face until Lee was dead and he told me to call the police.

Uncle Ken and Aunt Lin have a delicate attitude towards her.

That was the child they had long been waiting for, the fruit of a beautiful love, but when they saw him, it had become the past. They had a family in which the interests of both had been cut and cut, and they were indissociable. They were still in front of the outsiders, and they were beautiful men and women. The moment of moving the camera was the most familiar stranger, smiling down and each other.

This kid reminds them that they loved each other, but how much love can they give him?

In the end, Auntie Lin’s attitude to her words was almost commercialized, perfect, so well-behaved, shushing warmness, sending charcoal in the snow, and a wave of operational clouds.

Uncle Ken’s attitude is even weirder.

He almost immediately admitted the results of the paternity test and expressed his belief that his son was his son.

And?

And then nothing.

His eyes were cold and perceptive.

Aunt Lin’s energy is already enough to easily mobilize the best medical resources to treat Lee Hongxia.

That’s why Uncle Ken was watching.

Until he received a telephone call, a small voice was leaked in the microphone, and was covered by him, the further he turned around.

In her statement, she probably thought about their own situation and about their own situation, but she never thought that today’s situation was such that the youth’s pride finally appeared to be confused.

And then she answered: “You are my brother, yes, my name is Sun, your sister.” Let’s get back to you. I’ve got a few things to do. I’m sorry.

She’s only 16 years old, but she’s 178, and she’s got a huge proportion of a face that’s eight-point-symmetrical.

The more proud the gills, the more proud they were at that time, the more impulsive they were, the less self-confident they were in a noble school like that of a woman’s own sister.

Then his world collapsed.

He has been trying hard to learn, to take advanced examinations and to change his destiny through education.

He then discovered that his fate should not have been this way and that he had changed his life from the woman he trusted most and loved most in 18 years, taking everything from him that belonged to that world.

It turns out that everything was available to him and that there was no need to work so hard.

You want to go to college? Qingbei’s graduate teacher can come to his home and teach him one-on-one lessons, and he dies using the technique of the sea, and he can eat and teach his knowledge to death. The teacher’s mouth contains the snow of the unknown lake and the moon of the Qinghua Garden, and they make him feel that the world belongs to him and that he is the son of heaven.

You don’t want to take the test? That’s a good thing. Take whatever country you want, school specialty. It’s a small thing to go up and climb up, not to go up, to find a private school in Europe to study a cold-blooded profession. The first priority is to learn to pay.

It’s close to the exams, and no one’s nervous about it.

Uncle Ken is still busy with his projects. Aunt Lin was concerned about our two sentences, in terms of caring about whether we had pre-test anxiety and whether she wanted to make an appointment for us.

Then, that’s it.

At a time when it’s not clear, it suddenly changes.

All of a sudden, he lays down, he rots, he abandons his 18 years of simplicity and hard work, and he finally realizes that he can’t change his fate, and that, as a true master of his family, he is so interested in men and women when he can’t fall even if he wants to.

And that’s what he’s interested in.

Yeah, yeah, that’s me.

The daughter of the only woman he ever loved.

The one he pulled from under the artificial lake.

He said I jumped because of Uncle Ken.

Not all of them, actually.

The other day, I told her I was at her house, and I found her at the door, and I saw her and I went up and greeted her. “Your room is on the fourth floor. Come with me. I’ll show you. I’m sorry.

He looked at me and followed her.

I was about to go back to my basement, and suddenly I found a pile of blankets and clothes in the doorlock, and a couple of old toys that can’t be worn out.

I just feel like I’m going down in the middle of nowhere and I don’t know if I should walk in.

“Sir is back. Wait for you on the second floor of the library. Go on. I’m sorry.

Auntie said to me.

I can’t believe I confirmed it with her.

Uncle Ken rarely talks to me. He’s a stranger to me than Aunt Lin.

“It’s you. Go on. Don’t keep Mr. waiting. Young master, let’s watch your head… I’m sorry.

I went on the second floor and came to Uncle Ken’s study.

He had two-walled cabinets in his study, which looked like a library, and he had a huge boss stand, and Uncle Ken was sitting in the boss’s chair behind the boss’s desk, watching me open the door, noding around, suggesting that I should sit in his guest seat.

I sat down nervously, and he said, “Going back to King’s Village.” I’m sorry.

I nod my head: “Well, go.” I’m sorry.

“Do you want to go back?”

I shake my head.

He nodded and understood, and then he said:

“But you’re in this situation, living at home, it’s embarrassing, you say. I’m sorry.

Sure.

I nodded at the place of my soul’s loss: “Thank you and Auntie Lin for taking care of me for more than a decade, it is not appropriate for me to be here, if you want to be here, you…”

I’d like to ask him to fund my stay at school, finish high school, at least support my entrance exams. And then I can work, and I can do it, and I can do it, and I can do it, but C9, I can hit it, and this kind of school is very expensive, and there’s a lot of scholarships.

But I can’t open my mouth.

“Are you an adult? He suddenly asked me, “I remember you like your birthday in March.” I’m sorry.

I stunned and noded: “It’s like March.” I’m sorry.

I never had a birthday anyway.

He took a card out of his drawer and delivered it to me: “Buy you a small apartment next to your school, walk five minutes, move over, and go to school.” I’m sorry.

I’m stuck. I didn’t get it.

He smiled, leaned back on the back of the chair, with his legs raised high, his hands on the table softly and his other hand touched a bottle of a toilet on the table.

Seeing that I understand, he said, “No, I do not do good.” I’m sorry.

I still don’t understand what he means.

He took the platinum up and wringed it, snuffed it in front of him, sucked it in deep and looked at me: “The 18-year-old pavilion is a little girlish, and now I want to taste it. That apartment, it’s my price. If you agree, you can change your name, and I’ll take you, you’ll succeed, and you’ll live like a bride in a red book. Consider it. I’m sorry.

It’s… I’ve slept on the toilet for over a decade.

I finally understood what he meant, and the cold came up from the fingertips and climbed to my heart.

Before I was five, I lived with Auntie Chan in a maid’s house on the first floor of the villa.

I moved to the basement.

The basement is fine. There’s a half-human window full of gin and wine.

Aunt Li gave me a bed with a few boxes of pedals, which I lived in until I was 18 years old, where the pedals were undrinked.

I always thought they were forgotten, but someone was thinking about them, like me.

When I mature, I can enter that day.

I looked up and went to see Uncle Ken.

He’s very handsome and belongs to the kind of guy a little girl would scream. It’s not greasy. Every wrinkle in his face only gives him a mature manhood.

He had also been very successful, with a financial crocodile in the capital market, with billions of dollars in his hands.

Everything was easy to get in his eyes and life was like a game to him.

But this game I can’t afford.

I was silent for a moment, and I asked him, “If I did, would I be the eighth in line?” I’m sorry.

He raised his eyebrow and laughed: “Seventh.” Just one, the girl… not very good. I’m sorry.

Turns out his mistress had to drive an old one to get a new one.

And I said, “Did Aunt Lin have more money than them?” I’m sorry.

He smiled, he leaned forward, and his elbows were on the table, and he looked at me and said, “I can’t see it. Your Aunt Lin isn’t much of a pet, but she hasn’t done anything to you. You want your Aunt Lin’s place? I’m sorry.

I said calmly: “It seems that Aunt Lin is more successful than all of them, has money, and is more worthy of the life of a famous woman in a red book. But I don’t seem happy to see Auntie Lin. I’m sorry.

His face sank in that instant.

I laughed at him with a hard smile: “Thank you for your appreciation, I am honored, but I ask you to forgive me for being rude, because I find that I don’t seem to like money as much. I’m sorry.

“Do you want to be taken back to Wang Village and marry the stupid son of the manager of the fertilizer factory? Who do you think brought you back today? I’m sorry.

I’m frozen. I haven’t moved.

This moment, I think I understand everything.

It’s a big deal for him to have the boss of the fertilizer factory nod, and the “big man” is a piece of chess for Uncle Ken.

It’s only Uncle Ken’s fault that he didn’t follow.

Uncle Ken wanted me to go back to Wang Village, so I’d go back to Wang Village. There’s nothing else to interfere with.

He wanted me to see what a different world it was.

He wanted to tell me that he could give me everything and that he could take it all in a moment.

The suffocation came from all sides.

But I felt relieved.

I looked back at him, didn’t talk, went straight out.

I went to the first floor, and I took off my shoes, and I kept walking barefoot.

That’s my sister’s little old shoe.

My sister’s two years younger than me, but I’ve been following back to pick up her stuff.

When I was a kid, Uncle Ken and Aunt Lin had a fight, and she was crying and hiding in the basement, and she was seeing me living home with her old doll.

I was embarrassed to throw a doll like an electrocution and feel like I’ve been caught by an active thief.

But her sister didn’t say anything, but returned to her body, and for a little while, she brought a bunch of stuffed toys and threw them on my bed: “Here you go, I don’t want them.” I’m sorry.

Before I could say thank you, she ran away.

Sister 10, I was 12 years old and she was taller than me.

So I had the clothes and shoes she had to take off.

Her clothes and shoes are usually worn once or twice, some of them simply not. They all look new. I’m still wearing her shoes when I was 12, Chanel, not too comfortable, but it’s Chanel.

I’m through, my sister won’t take it anymore, especially since the shoes are small for her.

But the aunt will take them to the free fish and sell them to the unlucky and unlucky buyer.

Where’s Chanel?

When the door opens, the cold air comes up.

This is the first spring of the devil, and it rained cold, and We stepped on the wet ground with our feet in cotton socks, and the bones were cold.

And I walked, without realizing it, step by step, out of the gate, on a small road in the villa.

There’s a beautiful artificial lake not far, with several swans in it.

The swans are fierce, they’re often chasing people, and they’re not as elegant as they look. But today, the swans have gone to hide from the rain, and there’s only a white and tragic wave on the lake, and it’s like I’m a ghost.

Uncle Ken doesn’t want me to die here. It will affect the price of the house.

But…

They already have so much.

It’s a bad house.

Pay up, just pay up.

Not at home, I tried.

Why don’t you live happily ever after? If my mother isn’t happy, she lives on hate. She’s poor. She doesn’t have a mother. She can only take revenge in this awful way.

But why isn’t Aunt Lin happy? Why isn’t Uncle Ken happy? Why isn’t your sister happy? Don’t they have enough?

So no matter how much you have, you’ll never be satisfied.

I’ve got a lot more than I’ve grown up in the mountains.

But I’ve been unhappy for 18 years.

I didn’t seem to get anything. I took everything from him.

My own father, Yang Xiaojun, is a dirty bastard gambler.

My biological mother, Zhao Hongxia, was a thief.

The genes should not be passed on.

It can only be evil.

I walked down the woody pavilion, stepped on the wet muddy weed and walked step by step towards the center of the lake.

The cold water from the stabbing came up, from the back to the calf, to the knee, to the thigh.

I’ve learned to swim, though not very well.

So I went over and over again and picked a rock on the shore.

The rocks are heavy.

But it’ll be over soon.

I might have left a suicide note, otherwise the police would have had an autopsy to confirm it was suicide.

But to whom?

Someone who wants to sell me?

The man I owe?

You want to play with me?

It’s not necessary.

I like Aunt Lin, though she doesn’t like me.

I don’t want to do anything wrong with her.

At the end of my life, I chose the direction I thought was right and braved once.

Enough.

The water gradually passed over my chest, and I felt bored, and it became difficult to breathe a little, but I kept walking.

Almost to the lake center.

It’s almost over.

Water pours into my nose and mouth and chokes me to cough.

The bronchial burns made me barely able to hold the stone, but I held it tight with my last will.

It’s everything I can catch.

I’ve saved my life by the words of Kiki.

He turned around the house and didn’t find me, but found my shoes at the door of the house, and it was not good to find the artificial lake all the way to the baby-sitter’s point, and saw the heart of the lake bubble, and didn’t think of a giant.

He grew up by the river as a child, and the water was trained by the rivers and rivers, and he drowned in the years of the river, and he was so good at saving people.

Later he told me that rural women had killed themselves, drank pesticides, sank like me, but it was the first time he had ever seen a woman like me who could sink with water and rocks.

I didn’t know it was him.

All I know is I’m whispering.

At the same time, water is pouring into my throat and even into my respiratory tract, and my consciousness is getting blurred.

Before the total coma passed, I felt that someone had caught me and broke my hand and wanted me to throw that stone away.

And then I completely lost consciousness.

And then when I woke up, the nose surrounded the smell of disinfection in the hospital.

I’m a little confused, and I look back and see a beautiful woman sitting by my bed, and I’m even more confused with the look on my face.

Aunt Lin?

Why is she sitting by my bed? Why is she looking at me like that? Am I dreaming?

I struggled to sit up and my arms were caught.

Turning back and looking at it, the young man was magnified with many times his quiet sleep, his bones were beautiful, his eyelashes were thick, and his thin lips were hardened.

I realized that he was holding me in his arms.

In… in bed.

Turning back to Aunt Lin, she only reacted to all of this in a flat and unsurprising manner, without even any change in her elegant and gentle smile.

“Poor child,” she touched my head, “It was Aunt Lin who treated you badly for over a decade. I’m sorry.

I shook my head, “No, no…”

“Yes. Speaking of which, it’s your mother’s fault. What if she gave you to us as a foster daughter? I’ll spoil you as a princess. Too bad she’s stealing, she’s stealing, she’s taking away the words… I know you’re innocent, but when I see you, thinking about what your mother did, I feel like you’re spending your feelings, just like your mother meant. I can’t stand being so proud, thinking of being fooled by your mother. I’m sorry.

I laughed, “Yes, Aunt Lin. I’m sorry.

But she shakes her head, sighs and grabs my hand: “But you’re really good.” I didn’t teach you much. You look great. I’m sorry.

My tears came out and my head was shaking, and I couldn’t say a word.

“Get some rest. Don’t think. There’s nothing you can’t do. How did you get there? He said when he found you, you held the stone tight and he broke up for half a day. You’re 18 years old and you’re dying? I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk, I laughed hard at her.

She approached me in the ear and took my shoulder: “Your uncle cheated when I was pregnant.” Nightclubs, student girls… We’re better than that. Golden Boy and Jade Girl, Sea Swear Mountain. And he didn’t blink when he betrayed me. I wanted to die. But I’m still alive. As long as I live, good things will happen. Don’t do anything stupid. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know how to answer her.

Fortunately, at this point, he finally woke up, saw his mother and looked down at the obscurity in which we were hugging each other.

Aunt Lin smiled, beat him on the shoulder, said, “Take a good rest”, got up with grace, left calmly, and took care of the room.

There’s two people in the ward, and there’s a bed next to it, but I’m stuck with the Qin. And when Aunt Lin left, there were only two of us left in the room, and he went out of bed, scratched his head, sat in another bed, and said, “I dare not let anyone else guard you, lest something should happen to you.” I’m sorry.

I was silent and I said, “I have caused you trouble. I’m sorry.

When the Qin’s eyes were lifted up, he asked me, “Why not say thank you?” I’m sorry.

And it was not for me to say, “I should not have survived.” I’m sorry.

“You shouldn’t have survived? * The sound of * * The voice of the * * * The voice of the * * * the voice of the * * the voice of the * * the voice of the * * the voice of the * the voice of the * * the voice of the * the voice of the * the voice of the * I’m sorry.

I stopped.

I can tell he had feelings for my mother, but I thought I hated him more than I loved him.

“She’s a thief. She stole you, changed me. I’m her daughter. So what? I die and you don’t owe her anything. I’m sorry.

Then he laughed, as if he were mad, as if he was shaking all over him, and then he stopped, and his finger touched my face, and he grabbed my chin, and came near, and said, “I owe her nothing. She owes me.” So, she owes me 18 years. Are you gonna pay for her? I’m sorry.

I choked.

The day he climbed into the bed next to me with a cold face, and went into the blanket without talking, with an extremely harsh attitude but extremely natural, to the point that I could not hold him and me together and sleep with me.

The doctor came to check me out, he didn’t show up, and he covered his head.

At that time, he wasn’t very comfortable.

I’d like to laugh when I think of the way he’s comfortable with himself.

When did he change?

The signs are early.

But I really realized that his change was in a simple plastic shed.

We were freshmans that year, and he took me to the building next to college City for a box of meals.

At that time, the site box had not become the university’s favorite net meal, and each one of us was sitting in the middle of a bunch of muddy construction workers, turquoises.

He said he was very comfortable and had a few bowls of rice, a big box of rice, and a grunt.

I was overwhelmed by the crowd and pulled his sleeve: “Shall we go back and eat?” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with a meal that eats me? I’m not the poor guy who went back to Yang’s? I’m sorry.

He’s not happy anymore.

I don’t want to touch him, sit down, pick up the lunch box, pick up the cucumber.

He ate his cheeks and his drums, and he picked up a rough napkin on the table, and he said, “Eat meat, you’re a rabbit.” Relax, it’s all fresh. I’m sorry.

“I can’t eat spicy.” I’m sorry.

“You’ve eaten well before.” The food at the Grand Hotel is fresh and high-quality, and it tastes like fresh water, and it eats for the unworking elite. This farmer’s type of food is heavy and spicy, which provides sufficient heat for manual work. I’m sorry.

I kept my mouth open and I didn’t answer.

“I ate with you a bunch of oxen and oxen and crabs from the king of the sea cucumber. For the first 18 years, my taste buds were broken, so-called sweet, so-called delicious, I couldn’t eat them. I’m sorry.

I didn’t say anything, put a chopstick on a chili chicken, shook up the chili chips and red oil, bit it down, spicy to the brain and almost shed tears.

“Don’t push yourself.” I’m sorry.

I’m going to swallow the chicken, and I’m surprised to find that it’s salty, hot and greasy, but it tastes amazingly good, and it’s a Q bullet.

It is only that I am not spicy, and my whirlwind is pouring in the water, and I am pouring out my head, and I look at it, and I laugh, and say, “No spicy, too much good, I have missed it. I’m sorry.

He laughed, and he seemed to be trying to touch my head, and he took his hand back, without much talk, and went back to get a red meat, and pushed it in front of me. I’m sorry.

Spicy is not spicy, it’s fat, it’s red meat from the building box, it’s three, seven, seven, three.

Look at me strangling at this bowl of red meat, and after half a day of thinking about it, I finally figured out why, and laughed, “Eat me, fat me.” I’m sorry.

I tried to cut the weight off with chopsticks, and it looked like it was attached to the meat, and it couldn’t get out. “Bite directly.” I’m sorry.

I grabbed the meat, I put half the thin in my mouth, and I was about to bite it, and the gibberish suddenly came up and put the fat half in my mouth.

And his lips were wiped from my lips, and he took with him half of the flesh, and left me alone in the earth as a drum.

The guys at the site saw us like this, laughing at each other.

And my face was burned, and it was made hard to swallow it, so that he could hear nothing but that he would not say, “This is so fat that you have no taste.” I’m sorry.

In fact, we’d both have done super-freaked things by then.

We have too many memories in his big bed on the fourth floor of his villa.

Uncle Ken has seven mistresses, nearly 50 men, and he’s still invincible.

He is his son and apparently inherits his super-high levels of hormonal and flourishing desires.

And 18 years old, blood and gas.

And as a result, we’re on the same page — the lack of love that made me suffer from severe skin hunger and thirst, and the gill is my medicine.

But for so long now, we have always been border-segregated.

I don’t know what I am to him, but I don’t want to be his girlfriend, his true love, anything like that.

Everything’s mirror moon, I’m ready to leave.

I was actually curious about one thing.

According to his own statement, he had no experience of this before me.

But he was skilled too fast.

I always thought it was some action film, but he said I was naive.

Then he asked me, “Do you not think that every time Yang Xiaojun loses his wager and comes home, your mother will scold him, and will only beat him?” I’m sorry.

Or what?

What else?

Can… what?

I think I got the answer from his complex smile, but I didn’t want to face it, except for a moment when the gibberish whispered in my ear: “Yes, that’s what you think, because he thinks he’s lost his face as a man, and he tries to find a way back from the bed. In front of me.”

I was stiff and almost stoned, and he leaned on his head and looked at me.

“I really don’t want to be like him. I don’t want to treat you the way he treated your mother. But often when I am aware of that, my actions seem to be no different from his. So I made a decision to draw a line for myself to distinguish from the Yang Xiaojun. The bottom line is — I will never force you. I’m sorry.

“So who are you compensating for? My mother? Have you ever imagined that if you were in Yang Xiaojun’s position, what would you do to her? She died, so these left me? I’m sorry.

This time, it’s the words of Qin.

It may be difficult for many people to imagine how complicated my feelings were when I realized that the chimpanzee had changed his words.

It hurts so much that it can’t keep up with itself, but it’s a little more relieved.

The girl was a half-breed, with a honey skin, a five-man body, and when she smiled, she had 16 teeth, full and sexy, and she was alive.

The first time she was seen was in a camping camp, where she was wearing a working vest, a turban with a scooter on her waist, with a nice muscle line on her arm when she easily carried two cases of beer, a gruesome skin reflecting gold light, and a long twirl with the wind.

The Zeng Zi is speechless.

At that moment, it appeared that he had been struck by lightning, that his eyes had uncontrollably pursued her, until someone had had to take a picture of him because he wanted to cross the street.

The girl had a very folded face of Europe and America, and one mouth was flying in the same height as me, and the air was so strong, like flowers, and a bunch of butterflies were dancing around her.

He whispered about the alcohol stove in front of us, but he was clearly distracted, and all the attention went to the girl’s side, with his ears stretched to the other side.

Soon after, the girl came and shot him on his shoulder and asked him, “Hey, handsome, can you move that? He’s got a problem with the parking lot. My friend’s car can’t drive in.”

“I can move, I’m going. “Standing up, he probably realized that he was a little too active, a little too busy, he felt all over and didn’t touch the car keys.

I can’t see it. Take the keys out of his hiking bag and shove them in his hand. He was embarrassed for a moment, for his carelessness and for the unusual relationship with me.

The half-breed girl was so generous, she looked so ugly and smiled at me: “Beautiful girl, lend your boyfriend two minutes, give it back to you right away.” I’m sorry.

The Zeng Zi wants to speak out, to talk to him, to swallow back.

He must have wanted to say he wasn’t my boyfriend.

I didn’t say anything.

I said it.

I said, “He’s not my boyfriend, I’m his assistant. I’m sorry.

The kind that warms the bed.

When he said something, he grabbed my hand and turned around and said, “She’s joking. I’m sorry.

Then he dragged me forward with the girl: “Go, follow me.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t really want to go with him and struggled, but he died in my hands and couldn’t refuse.

The girl’s eyes were swept through our hands together, and her face was a delicate moment, and the next moment was bright and wide, and she jumped in front of us.

And I was dragged by the gills to the side of his pick-up, watched him move the car, then saw the Lamborghini that was blocked by our car and came down to a man I had never wanted to see in my life.

Zhong Eun-joon’s name is like a Korean, but it’s actually of Korean origin, even an aunt married to a rich man.

It’s a pair of twos, who met at an event that year and went after each other.

It’s been a long time since I was a straight man, and I’ve been acting in a very close public place, and many people think that we’re a disguised relationship.

Jong-eun’s teeth are tickling, but he is afraid to use those mean means against him.

But I have no background.

Soon after, I got P. on Miss Pao’s little card and naked photo, and I got hundreds of them.

It’s not over.

There’s a bunch of five big tattoos that follow me to the dark alley to make a deal with me.

It’s just that these people didn’t realize that I was going to practice long run, learn to fight free after almost being taken back to Wang Village, and beat them up.

After that, I collected evidence to sue Zhong Joon, but he did his job, couldn’t find him, found a scapegoat, and took care of it.

Since that time, he has been in the best position to say something to him completely, to see him face to face, to say nothing in the dark, and from time to time to deliberately embarrass him.

“What, know?” When girls of mixed blood look at both of them, they notice something.

“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

Zhong Eun-joon looked through his eyes and said: “I don’t dare to make a fool out of me, I’m the only one who doesn’t look at me.” I’m sorry.

We didn’t talk to him, we just didn’t go back. But I didn’t want to. Soon after they had a drink on their side, the half-breed girl came to apologize.

“This grandson, I know it’s not something, you’ve got a lot of money, and you beat him up. I’m sorry.

She said she didn’t do it, she didn’t do it, and she was still watching Jong Eun Joon in the dark.

But this time, he let go of my hand.

I understand everything.

They’re all in a circle. They don’t look down.

She said she’d done enough for me, or she’d done enough for him.

No one’s ever had a hard time with the past.

And none of us will spend the rest of our lives for who and who.

Look at his attitude. The half-breed girl hit Eun-joon’s back. Three for self-punishment!”

Zhong Eun Jun said nothing and did nothing.

I shrunk in the corner, tried to reduce my existence, kept my head down and played with my cell phone, brushed and brushed and didn’t know what I was brushing.

I’m still not talking.

The girl gave Zhong Eun-joon another drink to signal him to drink.

Zhong Eun-joon’s on the other side.

And after three cups of wine, the Qin has raised the glass: “The past is over, and from now on, I want you to keep your peace, and stop raising moths, and I’ll catch you, and you’ll be welcome.” I’m sorry.

Zhong Eun-joon’s chin was tight, a bit incontrovertible, staring at mixed-blooded girls and laughing at them: “Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good. I’m sorry.

The girl had become active again, and she had a lot of brain work, a lot of hair and a little bit of heat.

A couple of people are raging. I’m an awkward outsider.

I’ve never seen that in the eyes of a gill, when he looks at mixed-blooded girls. She was like the sun, so he couldn’t help but get warmth from her.

She’s so lucky.

Not like me, not like my mom.

You can be a princess, with all the light, and you don’t have to follow your mother behind you, let alone be a substitute for someone.

There’s a smell in the air. It’s a string that I baked with the gills. I turned my hands upside down, but I was burned with a iron.

I’d rather not have anyone watching me.

“Can’t you take it? “Let’s go, little sister, we have something ready, so don’t clean it, let the boss clean it up.” I’m sorry.

I shook my head, but she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me, and could not refuse: “Come on, it’s fate. I’m Ines. I’m sorry.

I don’t even want to go to barbecue with P., my naked picture, my porno, my gang rape, but Ines is the kind of magic that makes people so confused to follow her, and can’t even imagine how to say no.

I don’t know how much she knows about the past, or perhaps she doesn’t know that Zhong Eun-joon would have deliberately omitted this passage when he told her about the past, but there was a mention of our grievances, which would have made me black and clear himself.

Or she knows the whole truth at all, but even so, she’s willing to help Zhong Eun-joon bridge and shake hands, and I, as a small background in this story, have nothing to mention in the eyes of such a glorious woman.

But it doesn’t matter anymore.

It was a stranger.

I was dragged to them and I sat and I was embarrassed, and I sent a message to Tiny Yang asking him if he knew a mixed girl with a Beijing accent.

Bo said too much to know which one I was talking to, and I took a picture of Ines talking to her.

The moment I finished, I looked at the picture in my hand.

It’s perfect.

“What’s wrong with my weed and what’s the saying?” You’re fucking close, right? Does he have a real girlfriend like you in his eye? I’m sorry.

I was suffocating, and I calmed myself, and then I returned to him, “Look who she is. I’m sorry.

It took a few seconds to say, “There is a suspect, and he cannot be sure, and give him a face.” I’m sorry.

And I raised my hand and filmed it, and I pressed the door as soon as she turned in my direction with a twilight smile, and the gibberish felt his shoulders over her exaggerating coat collar, as if she would be seen naked in front.

And then I sent the picture to Bo, and he was silent, and he said, “I have seen her, and I have been using her by her aliases, and her family’s background is unpredictable, so say, her mother’s name is Buffett.” I’m sorry.

“Where’s his father?”

“…not to say. I’m sorry.

“Yes, thank you. I’m sorry.

“Lu, why hang yourself on a tree if we don’t, right? I’m sorry.

I returned a good one, put the phone down.

A lot of people were drunk when they left, and Ines said that she was driving, and she didn’t want to call for a ride, and asked if she could use a scratch.

The car’s not mine. I’d love to hear that.

Then she went to the back seat and said she would never rob my copilot.

I don’t know if she’s stupid or not.

He also drank.

What if he can drive?

He’s got a driver.

Good, so now I’m taking the copilot, they’re all in the back seat.

Uncle Wang, who has been working at the Qin house for years, saw the chicks in the backseat.

We sent the half-breed girl back to the hotel, and we entered the house.

And We gave the herds of honey, as We had been paid, and We put it on his couch.

And then I wanted to go, and he grabbed me by his wrist, and he looked at me and said, “I’m ashamed of you today. I’m sorry.

“What do you want me to do? I’m sorry.

“You’re not responding, you’re not jealous. I’m really ashamed. I’m sorry.

And I laughed again, “Do you have no face, or do you have no face, nor do I have any respect for you when you talk with others, and I have no reaction, nor can I eat any vinegar?” Oh, yeah, I’ve never had a face like that. So, that’s my boy face. Do you want me to cry next time, or do you want me to make a scene or do you want me to hang myself? I’ll listen to you. I’m sorry.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Can you stop being so weird? The girl was tough, and I couldn’t go straight to her because my dad wouldn’t dare, but if you just showed a little discomfort, I’d just be able to walk my ass away from her, say my girlfriend was angry, and get over it. We’ve been together all these years. I thought you and I had a deal. I’m sorry.

“What do you mean “conciliation”? I only see you’re happy. It’s hard to admit that you’re just excited about her? You like her. So what? What can I do to you? I’m sorry.

“You misunderstood, I didn’t. “The gills sit up and look like they’re sobering up.

“I have my own eyes. I’m sorry.

He pulled me into his arms because he drank, he was strong, he was drunk, he was drunk, he was drunk, and he pushed me, “I like you, Jun, I like you.” Don’t think. Don’t think.”

It was the first time that I had to die with the Zeng, and the first time that he had to die.

And when he unbuttoned his jeans, I cried and asked him, “Did you not say that you would never force me? I’m sorry.

He stopped at the scene like a thunder strike.

I pushed him away, got up and tied his buttons, raised my bag and didn’t go back to the basement.

I started walking around again without purpose.

But this time, after walking out of the villa, I slowly found a way.

I’m going to the subway station.

I’ll get on the subway and go downtown and find a place to live.

I’ve got 30,000-5,000 cash in my bag. Uncle Ken’s presence left me without any sense of security in the banking system, and it was always hard for me to feel that he could freeze any of my cards and even put the money on Twitter and pay for it.

All my papers, my identity cards, my passports, my social security cards, I carry them with me, and I feel like I need them from time to time.

I’ve been holding on to everything that belongs to me, and I’ve been thinking about it all these years, and I’ve been talking about it, and I’ve been doing it for 18 years.

When he first entered the world, he was strange about everything, everything I brought.

Everyone in the circle knows I’m the best crutch of the Queen’s Word, the best decorator, the best encyclopedia.

I’ll tell him the sweet red with chocolate and dessert, the dry red with steak and the dry with seafood; I’ll remind him which one of the boys from the X Group and which one of the entrepreneurs is the third.

I followed him in horsework, played golf with him, stood by him in beauty, and helped him to deal with the ill-intentioned open guns and arrows.

Do his best to make up for his 18 years in the upper world.

That was stolen by my mom for 18 years.

And now he’s not the same.

The circle has come to recognize him, and Uncle Ken has come to recognize his heir. Although apparently he was not as well-loved as Uncle Zheng and Aunt Lin were when they were young, he was able to share in his own business — a business that could be eaten by many generations.

So I’m useless.

The first thing to do after the cripple is to throw away the stick.

He did not even want to see the stick, as it reminded him of his previous inconvenience and distress, and reminded him of the sad years of his exclusion and humiliation.

Auntie Lin left me behind, so I grew up in Qin, so I didn’t want to give my son a good housegirl.

When she’s old, let her go out and marry someone else.

There is no emotion in the world of capital, but only class and interests.

I didn’t expect that day.

I knew it.

I’ve been preparing myself for the back.

I applied for a university in Europe, where there was no full prize and the cost of living was earned by myself, but I asked, there was a lot of money, and I could do a manicure on the Internet, and I could make dozens or even hundreds of euros. I’ve worked in dorms for years, and I’ve been in training, and I’ve been doing Russian foregrounds, very monochrome, ins.

And when I was told that I was doing this in school, I didn’t know how many people were running at me.

And when he smiled: “She was a man of beauty and beauty, not as ugly as you are.” I’m sorry.

It’s not as rude to speak now. Most of the time, of course, people would give him face and no longer give him the chance to lose his temper.

Now, even if he wanted to take it out on me, there were 11 million ways to kill without blood.

But I can’t help but remember that young man who was all over it.

Turns out he loved me, maybe he did.

I fell right down the stairs, thinking of the moment.

It’s also the first time I’ve known that the subway station is so well-equipped and has a permanent wheelchair.

I was just embarrassed when I fell, and I thought I’d be better off.

I got up, picked up the shoes I flew out of, put them on, followed people to the subway, but it didn’t matter.

I’ve swollen my feet and I can’t stand.

I got out of the car, I looked around, I was limping, I didn’t know where to go.

The people who got off the subway were running like water, and the next wave was not here.

The staff found me and asked if I needed help.

I pointed to my feet.

They pushed me to the wheelchair, moved me from the stairs to the ground and asked me to find a friend to pick me up.

I’m opening up the Wisdom, talking to you.

Several unread messages.

My hand was up a little bit, but I didn’t.

This is when a video call came out.

And when I reached him, he immediately saw the wheelchair in which I was sitting, wrinkled: “Where are you? Why not return the message?”

“Son brother, your girlfriend’s leg is broken, and it’s not convenient to pick her up at the XX station.” I’m sorry.

I haven’t had a chance to speak yet. I’m coming! Wait for me!

I’ve got a plaster on my feet and I’m being pushed out of the hospital with a wheelchair.

I don’t want you to see my disillusionment. “So down the stairs you can’t really play with your cell phone. I’m the one who taught you. I’m sorry.

“What kind of subway do you think you’re going to have if you have nothing to do with it? How long has my mom been at home? I’m sorry.

It’s okay if he doesn’t mention his mother.

The aunt has always appreciated me and has repeatedly encouraged her son to break through the walls, and every time I see her, she gets off her back.

The man is a man with very limited qualifications and a great deal of effort, either to exercise or to jump, and a girlfriend changes faster than her clothes.

In my mother’s eyes, I know the best social practices, but I don’t have a mother’s support, I’m strong enough, I’m soft, and I can’t be a daughter-in-law.

I’m not good enough for the family, but the family gave me a very good place to live in.

I know what the mother and I say, but who cares? She’s looking for a daughter-in-law and a general help. It’s not bad to have work experience.

I looked up, and I saw the words.

“If you don’t think about it, can you just say it? I’m sorry.

I haven’t spoken yet, but Bo is in a hurry. Rusty’s been at your house long enough! I’m sorry.

And even the Qin was too lazy to talk to him, and he was staring at me: “Look at the little faith.” I’m sorry.

I’ve turned on Twitter, and I’ve seen the video of the Qin San.

It’s Ines who was beaten.

I thought he had sent me several messages to get back to me, and I thought he came to me to ask questions because I left without permission and was too close to Bo.

I see.

I see.

“I don’t know anything about this. I don’t care about Sam.

“Then explain why she let Ines stay away from me when she beats someone, and say she only recognizes your sister-in-law? I’m sorry.

“I don’t believe that she would say something like that, but you better make sure.” I’m sorry.

“It’s true.” When she was 16, she almost cut the fertiliser fool into eight pieces for you to believe. I’m sorry.

My feet hurt and I’m really tired.

And We said to Siuyang: “Go!” I’m sorry.

“You’ve already found a place to live.” I’m sorry.

And I laughed, and I pressed the shoulder, and I made him not answer.

And I turned my head, and looked at the saying of the Qur’an, and said, “The one whom you like, lying is naughty, beating is true, and tea is attractive.” Whether you look at it or think it’s cute. People you don’t like, low-profile, low-profile, low-profile, low-profile, low-key, low-key, low-key. It doesn’t look right. You’re really bothering me now, so that’s it. I’m not going to explain it to you. I’m sorry.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You can explain, I believe.

I said, “You’re sick, you’ve been holding the princess in my position, you’ve been shaking your arms,” and said, “And you believe that you’re blind with so much plaster on your feet, and you’re here to make Leung suffer from this, and she’s dead to you for eight lifetime. I’m sorry.

It’s true that the plaster on my feet was noticed.

And that’s when I got into Bo’s car.

As soon as the door was closed, the Qin had pulled the door down, whispered and cried: “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, but I’m already in a pot of porridge, and Sam hit someone, and for the first time I saw my dad so angry. Mom’s in trouble, she’s diagnosed breast cancer, she’s in the hospital, and she doesn’t know what’s going on here. I beg you. I beg you. Don’t go. I’m sorry.

I choked.

In the end, he took me out of the car and all the way to his car.

He’s far taller than the thin sun, has the strength to hold me and relax, and I can even feel that he’s almost using the power of his arm and that his whole body is not too deformed.

But how long has it been since he hugged me?

Years.

It turns out that no matter how strong the deformity is, no matter how powerful it may be, the love that burns all over it will end up in time. I’m his “first love” and his “bride” but he’s tired and tired and he doesn’t care.

He was just used to my existence, and that custom itself was not necessarily a good thing.

He may have had some deformity, but if nothing happened, and if my mother didn’t die, he would have kept the bottom line.

If he doesn’t get me easy — this old lady’s replacement, a bride — his undisguised desire will become a moon in his heart, perhaps he will always look at me and miss me.

But he easily got me, got nothing for me.

How bad is human?

It’s probably so bad that after learning that the other side is weak, it’s getting more aggressive, more indifferent and more aggressive.

I suddenly remembered the care and curiosity of his first kiss.

Thinking of the university campus, he’s got to keep himself wet and keep me out of the rain.

Thinking of me being followed once, he couldn’t move me for two years until recently.

I thought he didn’t love me, just wanted my body.

But in retrospect, it’s impossible to take love out of your lust, and if it’s gone, it’s nothing.

I could have gotten used to darkness if I hadn’t seen the light.

“You’re crying?” She said.

Half a day later, he timidly drew me a tissue.

I answered and said thank you.

“I’m sorry, I’m probably really wrong about you…”

He’s still messing with this. That’s the real concern in his head: who ordered Ines.

His attention had shifted to Ines in the moment that they appeared, not even on his own will.

He couldn’t even notice, he couldn’t control himself, he didn’t want to be obsessed with her, but he was trapped. It’s like lightning prowling through the night sky, and it’s like fate descending from the sky, and it’s smooth and love at first sight.

“That’s enough of this crazy girl. She didn’t learn from that. I’m sorry.

He was saying.

Ha ha.

Maybe he loves me more than he does.

The stupid son of Wang’s fertilizer boss went to see me at school.

I was at home alone with her, not at school.

And I don’t know which one of the tricks says that Miss Kinya isn’t at that school at XX International School.

Stupid believe it.

The fool didn’t realize I wasn’t raised as a lady.

The fool drove a crowd of people to International School XX, almost kicked out the security guard, but somehow, they took Miss Kinya successfully and locked her in her room to cook her raw rice.

Although this lady’s face stinks, he’s a little too tall.

But pretty.

So high, it’s true to improve the genes.

Idiot listened to the fuck, locked the door, took his pants off.

Then she was given the right to practice the Sunflower Monument.

By the time Uncle Ken’s men arrived to save their daughter, the daughter was really unharmed, but the fool was dead and couldn’t get it back.

For the first time in his life, the owner of the fertilizer factory had spent money on someone else, and for the first time had found that he was easy to settle.

“Your son can’t take care of himself, I’ll take care of it for you. Remember to teach him later, and no one will think of him. I’m sorry.

Master Wang’s face is twisted, or do you have to hang on and say yes.

I came home with a stiff face and I didn’t know what to say.

And she frowned and said, “Okay, I’ve taken care of the people, so go to college. Look at you like that. I’m sorry.

I finally made sure that she was for me.

When she was young, Uncle Ken and Aunt Lin argued, and the vase flew, and two men pointed their knives at each other and tried to kill each other.

When she hid in the basement, I held her and said over and over and over again that I was not afraid.

So she remembers it all.

It turns out she cares.

The beating proved to be true this time, but only admitted that I was her sister-in-law.

She and Ines had their own conflicts, everything was just a coincidence.

Of course it’s hard to believe.

Believe it or not, he didn’t get mad at me any more, just quiet where I went to find Aunt Lin.

Aunt Lin had already diagnosed breast cancer during a medical examination and had intended to perform surgery quietly without informing anyone.

As a result, as soon as he contacted her and found her in the hospital, he was about to enter the operating room.

By the time I got to the hospital, the operation had been completed, Aunt Lin was lying in bed, and Uncle Ken was there, and he was so black.

I first thought he was angry because of the beating.

Until I saw Aunt Lin in a suit in front of her bed with a chest flower — uh, a filial son.

It’s the regional manager she had for years.

The man was poor and was supported by Auntie Lin, and indeed, the time was written in the name of truth and falsehood. After that, there were some family members, and he jumped out of the house and married and had children.

He had been stabbed in the spine for years, trying to make some face for himself, and really broke up with Auntie Lin.

Aunt Lin didn’t stay.

She can’t promise him any future.

The man arranges a marriage at home and is engaged.

That’s how it turns out.

On the day of the marriage, he was informed of the operation of Aunt Lin ‘ s breast cancer.

The bridesmaids didn’t go. They came all the way to Aunt Lin.

He didn’t feel comfortable feeding her soup in front of the bed and saying that someone else’s hands were.

Uncle Ken has been a man of many years, and he has been putting a knife in her heart, and since then she has played it, but it’s not going far enough.

The scene in front of the bed at this point really stinged his nerves.

He looked at each other ‘ s tenderness when he wiped out her mouth and tried to get rid of her, but looked at the tube she had put in, and swallowed it back. The blackness of my face was the only thing I ever saw.

Or does this guy ride alone, huh, brother?

And it’s true that the Lord typed a brave word.

“The patient needs to be quiet.” I’m sorry.

Aunt Lin stopped him and said she wanted to speak to Uncle Kim.

His face was black and almost twitched, and he heard her say, “Marriage.” I’m sorry.

If he wasn’t stopped, I’d suspect he was going to smash the ward.

I’m afraid I’ve been pushed back a few steps and I’ve seen the dead bride in the hallway.

Her bridegroom, in the name of love, finally touched the rich lover who walked in front of death.

Then what is she?

Her marriage, her everything, nothing.

I went over there and shot her. I didn’t say anything.

The world is unfair, the stage is not ours, and we should give way to others.

The profoundly ill aunt Lin’s awareness is not only reflected in a change of attitude towards her young lover.

It even reflects a change of attitude towards me.

She suddenly again believed in love and didn’t want her son to follow Uncle Zeng’s orders to marry Miss Buffet, but she made it clear that she wanted me to be his daughter-in-law.

Uncle Ken has gone mad once and learned about it.

“Life is short, ” and she’s enjoying her lover’s service, and she’s holding my hand, “You’re a good girl and you’ll be happy. I’m sorry.

It’s not funny what you say about people.

Her husband has seven lovers.

She cheated on herself six to fly.

I believe that my “purely innocent” son can live with me for life.

Can Yang Xiaojun and Lee Hongxia raise any good children? Is she so confident in her genes?

Did Yang Xiaojun and Lee Hongxia have any children? Is she so confident in her education?

“Boy, I know you jumped for me. How hard were you? From your uncle, everything will be solved. But you didn’t. I’m only a little bit good to you, but you’d rather die than interfere in our already crowded marriage. You’re a bottom line kid. I’m sorry.

I was silent, or told the truth: “I can’t say it’s for you alone…”

“That’s enough, boy, that’s enough.” Aunt Lin was so gentle, “I know better what I want and what I want after all this.” Those who look bright and bright, and those who seem to bring great benefits, are nothing but good and no one can suffer. Son has recently made a fool of you to listen to his father’s contact with Ines. Don’t be discouraged! He was just confused and he understood what was most important to him. I’ll always be on your side. I’m sorry.

This is Aunt Lin’s place of arrogance.

She didn’t think about one thing.

Maybe I don’t want to marry a Zenji.

I don’t want to rob anyone.

Billionaires love each other, but I don’t want to be too busy, just to make me feel tired and scary.

I just shook my head and Aunt Lin held my hand tight again.

“You have to have faith in yourself, Ruth. I’ve taught him a lesson. He’ll understand the pros and cons. Next month, on the 15th, charity night, I’ll announce your engagement. Haven’t you always liked the high-profile Marchesa? I ordered you a solo dress. It’s all out. Try a slight adjustment. You’ve never really been in this circle. This time, I’ll make you the prettiest princess in the world. I’m sorry.

When I heard Aunt Lin, I was laughing again.

What kind of a party is that?

The heir to the Yaslanda Group, the Miss of the LVMH Group, is the real C-bit. Can I fly on a phoenix when she’s got me?

“Let’s get ready. Show yourself. The world will know you’re worthy. “Didn’t you always want to call me Mom?” I’m sorry.

I was set on the spot for a moment. I couldn’t move.

The next day I saw that high-profile piece.

It’s actually my size, basically, and there’s little fine-tuning.

Aunt Lin’s eyes were perfect, and the dress was a golden champagne, a beautiful dress with a little Gatesby style, but it was so sexy 10 times the same, and the veil was like a twirl through a large slab of skin, and the layer of lacerations covered the key, and the glittering of its luminous motion and radiance.

I’ll dance.

The tutor who was sent to me to dance with me for a while.

And then San became less and less fit to dance because he was too tall, mainly by dancing, and the teacher said my bones were good.

Aunt Lin made me a dress like this, so I didn’t show up.

But I don’t want to dance.

I want to sing.

I’m gonna go to Banmen and get an axe.

On the night of charity, Aunt Lin was still dressed and was present with a sick body and a wig, and although pale, the entire human condition was not bad.

Her little lover held her all the time, so soft that she could spill water, so sweet and so sweet.

Aunt Klim remembers the purpose of her presence today, to present her daughter.

It’s hard to laugh, but it’s very cozy.

Uncle Ken has numerous illegitimate children and can be given a question mark. Even though Auntie Lin has lovers, the number of children is stable and the benefits are greater with Auntie Lin.

I didn’t know. I was embarrassed when someone woke up.

How can Hode match?

Aunt Lin’s cold face is still holding my hand in her mouth.

I shrunk back without a trace: “I’ll sing you a French song to cheer up.” I’m sorry.

Millions of microphones, already set.

A lot of people are laughing.

They’re talking in their eyes. Can you use French as a nobleman? The real noble Ines are sitting under the stage.

We happen to have a little bit of a bump in our clothes today. I’m champagne gold, she’s khaki-naked, she’s covered in water, I’m embroidered, she’s O-Men, I’m retro-China make-up, and she’s got all kinds of eyes.

But my eyes are calm, and when I look at her, I can’t.

At this point, I’m trying to sell French in front of a mixed-blooded enemy of French origin, and the barking of a loser is so ugly and funny.

I’m not surprised. I’m still very far on the stage.

The backstage band got my score and sent someone to check with me.

I did not hesitate to say yes.

The band says this song usually sings an excerpt, and I’m really gonna sing it all.

I’m sure again.

Lights up, stars under the stage, Ines sitting in a very visible position, looking down at me, and waiting for me to act ugly.

But I don’t care.

It’s been a success. It’s a level of singing.

That’s the original French version of The Tragic World.

When the acoustics were playing, there was already a soft eyebrow.

It was a little too generous and not in keeping with the public perception of the soft French hymn. When I opened my mouth and sang the first sentence, that feeling of violation deepened.

“I don’t know.

(For the will of the people)

I don’t know.

(For the advancement of society)

I’m sorry.

“Let the wine of resistance fill your heart”

I’m sorry.

See you tomorrow, faithful friend.

I’m sorry.

♪ We’re gonna make light ♪

I don’t know.

Despite the night surrounding us

You’re the only one who’s ever been there.

♪ Shining our earth ♪

I’m sorry.

Change our lives.”

Many editions of this song end here and then repeat it over and over again.

But I sang it down.

“I can’t afford guerre.

Only win the war

Not yet,

♪ To get our fields back ♪

I’m sorry.

♪ Only to make the world miserable ♪

You’ve got to be kidding me.

♪ To make the golden ears of peace ♪

I’m sorry.

(PEOPLE DANCE)

I’m not going anywhere.

With the wind of freedom

(Repeated section*)

I don’t know.

For the will of the people.

I don’t know.

I dedicated everything to me.

I’m sorry.

If I have to die for it,

I don’t know.

I’d like to be the first.

I’m sorry.

First name.

I’m not sure.

Carved on a marble monument of hope. I’m sorry.

Half the time I heard that Ines really knew French had changed in the face.

People are beginning to realize what I’m singing.

Some people are beginning to realize what I really want to say.

A lot of people remember “la vie en rose” and forget that “Marsaic” and “International Song” are all in French.

A lot of people know only LV and Armaus, but they forget to produce their country, which was the hot ground for the French Revolution.

People who don’t know the sound of my song, they start to look distorted.

I got the microphone.

“Everyone knows I was stolen by my own mother. When she gave birth to me, she found out that she was a girl who was afraid that she would return to her mother-in-law and be treated with shame, and she replaced me with her son-in-law.

“Of course it’s a disgrace. My life at the house has been a disgrace.

“I am the son of a dowd bird, the son of a thief who has taken over his nest, and who is now in a shameless couple with the victim, the son of a knack.

“It makes sense.

“I’m a farmer’s daughter, with nothing and poverty. The material conditions of the family, even if they are leftovers, are 100 times as many as I should have. I’m stealing, I’m stealing, I’m stealing, I’m like a buzzing mosquito, I’m sucking blood on this big thing. If my biological mother doesn’t trade me to the Qin family, I’ll be drowned by the mother-in-law. I can even say that my life is given by the family.

“But I just want to ask everyone here. My mother is a sinless thief who has deeply hurt the good life of her son. But is there nothing wrong with a society that forces her to live in this way? Is there nothing wrong with a society that thinks that my daughter, a poor man, and her daughter, speak with her, that defiles his beautiful genes?

“My mother also had the opportunity to study in rural college. She has always been first in the local high school, and even if she does not go to a major university, it will change her fate if she does not enter a single university. Then, in his second year, she was raped in the field by my biological father, pregnant with me, and then shouted to everyone.

“There is no rule of law in that place, no one wants to send me to my father, and my grandparents blame my mother for her impropriety. My mother has since lost her education and was forced to marry my father. It was a time of hope, but the world left her with despair.

“And how many of you, new money, started in time for the East Winders of that time? When you succeed, your luck is wrapped in strength. What for? You say that those who are left behind are not worthy, foolish and lazy, and that the opportunity cannot be seized in front of them, not because of uncertainty and cruelty, nor because their invisible shackles are too heavy.

“I shouldn’t be a man, I should be a tool, a dividend. But I want to be a man, I’m sorry. She’s a charming title, which represents the wealth and status that is available to her. It means that I can be the winner of a female, and I can fight in the face of everyone who once despised me.

“But I don’t want to. I want to pursue the dignity of a human being and want a true love for myself and equal treatment for myself.

“So, Kenzi, let’s go our separate ways from now on. Free to pursue everything you really want. Over and over and over. You can think I still owe you. I stole your 18 years and you saved my life. But I’m just like this, and I don’t think I owe you anything, and I don’t want to pay. The mountains of the future are far away, and you treasure yourself. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe it. It’s like the first time I’ve known you.

When I passed by before him, he stretched out his hand as if he were going to hold on to me, as if he were holding on to me.

But I gently pushed him away and passed by him.

Aunt Lin has changed her face, her lips are shaking and she wants to say something to me, but she doesn’t say anything.

I bowed to her and said, “I am still grateful to you for the care you have given me for the past two decades.” I’m sorry.

But that’s it.

I went out to the dressing room to take off the eight hundred thousand-dollar dress, put on more than 19.9 t-shirts and 39.9 jeans, undressed my makeup, and drove out to the airport.

I will go to a one-year language school in Paris and go to the University of Sorbonne to see if I can find an answer to my confusion about the injustice and suffering of human society.

If I can’t find it, I’ll keep looking.

If we don’t find it, we’ll find another place.

Even after I’ve spent my life.

I came to Paris once in my second year, and it was empty.

I picked grapes in South France in the summer, picked a month’s income, saved enough for a year. I’ve worked hard to get this job from someone else.

I’m so black and thick that I’m shocked by the words of the gills coming from Paris.

But then my boyfriend loved it, and he thought I was just getting darker without a freckle. I’m 168,125 pounds, and I’m too fat for Little Red, but my boyfriend thinks I’m slender and hot and he’s in love.

I’ve tried all kinds of relationships, short-term, long-term, since I left the Mandarin.

I’ve reached out to a variety of people, Asian, European.

I soon realized that’s what men do.

But it’s interesting to be with all kinds of people, to open my eyes and bring many different experiences to my life.

And when he had spoken, I spent some precious hours with him and went to the fields not far away.

He’s got a top-shoe suit, a mountain shoe, which is the latest trend, but it’s quite a match for the scene, and he’s really had a good look at fashion over the years.

He asked me, “How have you been these years? I’m sorry.

I smiled and said good.

He asked me, “Did you find the answer?” I’m sorry.

I shrugged my shoulder: “I don’t know if I found the answer, but I did get something.” I’m sorry.

He asked me, “Why do you say that human beings live in pain, that society is always unfair, that there are those who sit around and others who struggle at the bottom forever?” I’m sorry.

I crawled into the wheat field, pulled a grain of wheat, and put it in front of the gill: “This is the answer I found.” I’m sorry.

“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

He grew up in the countryside since he was a kid, and this thing is more friendly to him than I am to him. Land, wheat fields, are the simplest, best and most viable things in the Chinese image.

I said, “The ancestors of mankind live in the African steppes, hunting and gathering, and live very primitive lives. Across all continents, the way of life has gradually changed from hunting and gathering to farming. I’m sorry.

“Isn’t this progress?”

“In a way, but not fair seed was buried at that time. The human race that hunts and collects has no surplus, no residual value and no exploitation. Life is precarious and unstable, but the humans who survive live in considerable ease and freedom. As a result, one part of the population has a large share of resources and no longer engages in production, while others, whether at nutritional level or quality of life, have only fallen in comparison with collecting societies.

“A part of the historians believe that this is not a human choice, but rather an unwitting change of lifestyle in the domestication of plants and the loss of their original happiness. It was not the snakes that seduced Adam and Eve, but it seemed harmless, filled with earth’s fragrance, a wheat. I’m sorry.

He whispered to look at the ears, but his face changed and his eyebrow was nuanced.

“You grew up in the countryside, didn’t you notice? Capital is not a pioneer in alienating human beings, and smallholder societies are already alienating human beings. What is the capital in the countryside? But do you think everyone in that little society is equal? I’m sorry.

“No one is equal in hunting and gathering, right? I’m sorry.

“Yes, yes. True equality has never existed. It’s just that people were closer to animals and could not produce systematic class oppression. I’m sorry.

“So you have to keep looking for answers? I’m sorry.

“Look for it. That’s where it goes. I’m sorry.

“Don’t you want to go back?”

I laughed, didn’t answer, but he already knew the answer.

And he groaned and laughed: “You are more handsome than I.” I’m sorry.

I shrugged my shoulders, and I couldn’t.

He didn’t end up with Ines. The girl was better than him. She didn’t want to hang from a tree.

He’s had a couple of girlfriends, not for long.

Maybe it’s a bad life, remembering me again.

The child has suffered and always wants the peace of his mother.

But I won’t be his mother anymore.

I’ll have my own life.

There’ll be real kids.

But…

“Thank you. I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

“Thank you for getting me out of the pool and for saving my life. I owe you a thank you. You’re right. I shouldn’t have died. Aunt Lin was right. I’m happy now. I’m sorry.

I looked at her and she tried to say something, and then she swallowed it, noded and went.

I was married when I was 28, and my husband was an engineer, a year younger than me, French.

The following year, the next year, the next one.

The three of us live in a 50-square-square-square apartment (the French apartment, of course, is at least 80 square metres, according to the domestic developer’s algorithm) for 30 years at an interest rate of 0.1.

The husband doesn’t have much money, but he’s the one who gave birth to the child, and my Polish mother-in-law will take care of her for two days on weekends, so that we can have a couple of couples.

I’ve heard a lot about the country’s “independent people, 18-year-old parents don’t care.” It’s true that when I leave the country, it’s the poor who don’t have parental care at the age of 18 and the poor who go to work after junior high school. In Europe, the elite middle-income families are just as fond of paving the way for their children, who do not perform well, and parents hire their coaches to eat and give gifts.

Previously, it had been reported that the children of the elderly were brought by themselves and that there was no problem of child-rearing from generation to generation.

But my husband told me that his father and mother had brought his brother’s children and that if he didn’t bring us a bowl of water, he would rush her.

I’ve heard the old foreign society speaks the rules, not the humanity.

Then I found that the Italians were married to a gift or cash.

You’re saying that people are funny or not, that tomorrow you’re gonna be a different party, a different language, a different face and a similar story.

One day, our family was going out on vacation, and I left my daughter outside the gate of the district, and I kept my foot from the door locked, and I put my body inside to carry my husband’s luggage, and I saw her in the arms of an East Asian male.

The daughter sold her new Chinese: “Mom and Ma, he says he’s Uncle Ken, he’s your friend. He knows your name. I’m sorry.

My husband knows the words, he’s seen his picture, he basically knows about us.

To hear that name, the French, as far as the enemy is concerned, very obstinately invited the Qinko to our house.

We left the luggage in the car, and we went home, and the French suggested that we wait for him at the door for a moment, to go back to the house alone and then to open the door, and that the French wear a new one.

I laughed, but the smile was bitter and some French people couldn’t understand it.

“I’m not going in,” he failed a French broom, “I didn’t prepare anything for the first time when I saw the baby, this is for you two. I’ve got a few things to do. Let me know when I get home. I’ll take care of you. I’m sorry.

“What do you mean? I say no.

“It’s not for you. It’s for the kids. I’m sorry.

He put a red bag in my daughter’s clothes and then ran away with his hands and feet.

There’s a cardboard in the red bag. There’s a two-dimensional code on the cardboard.

The French ask what I suspect is a coupon.

The French were relieved and then they showed contempt.

What rich guy, right here?

I cleaned it up, found it’s a web site, studied it, searched it for half a day and figured out what it was.

The French ask me the number, I say 100.

The French are full of questions.

100 Euros as a red bag is not too small, but it’s too strange that a capitalist, Mandarin, ran downstairs to give me 100 Euros.

I said, “It’s 100 bitcoin. The mortgage has fallen. I’m sorry.

The French took out their phone to check today’s Bitcoin index, and they were shaking, and then they checked for half a day, and asked me if it wasn’t appropriate to have this big red bag of ex-boyfriends.

I said shall we send it back?

The honest bodies of the French keep it in their hands.

The daughter, with her little waist, says, “Isn’t it for me? It’s not for me?”

I put bitcoin in the account and gave her the card: “Here you go. I’m sorry.

When I saw the French face, which was still complicated, I laughed: “Don’t think so much, red bags are red bags, a little money, a gift to the children, and a living fund for our families.” I’m sorry.

“A little money?” I’m sorry.

He knows that I went to South France to collect grapes for years.

I laughed, “It was a little money for him. I’ve seen money, too. What do you think? I’m sorry.

I’ve lived in 200 million villas, through the eight hundred thousand pieces. So what? The good and the bad have passed.

Maybe life itself is meaningless, but I’ll keep looking, not giving up.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.