Me and Xie Yong were young and my elders joked that I would marry him later.
Until my dad broke his leg and came to me.
He’s the real thank you master, 18 years ago, and she was wrong at the hospital.
One.
The first time I saw Song Wing was in high school.
It is an international nobility school, which is divided into two classes of people: a family that is not rich or rich, and a cold door that has a good academic achievement.
Song Wing is the latter, with a very bad record, with first-class prizes for high school participation and a wide range of interests, such as debate, modelling and programming.
It is said that our headmaster, who was in high school when he was in school, was able to dig him up because he would have preferred a better and more “civilized” learning atmosphere, but we gave him a large scholarship.
He seemed to be short of money and came.
He was speaking on behalf of his new generation, and everyone was wearing an international school uniform, and it was not clear from the outside that there was a gap between rich and poor. He was tall, he was very handsome, he had a deep eyebrow, and he had a steady internal decrease that his peers at his age did not have, like a platinum tree with a straight pen.
He spoke with great confidence and calm.
I was curious as to the cold door of this legend, and when he spoke, I looked at him for a little longer, until Shevonne put his hand on my shoulder and laughed at me, lazily saying, “What good is it to learn, and not to work for our family?” I’m sorry.
He was right about that: a group of Yale Goofy students from Harvard were employed at Xia’s house, which was also the top of the elite. His family’s origins dated back to the Ocean Affairs Movement, where his ancestors had been General Won-hoon, so his family was well known.
I bowed my head and removed my sight from Song Wing on stage, and I didn’t speak.
Two.
As soon as Song was admitted to school, the school was famous and, as I know, many of the world’s masters were upset at him because they thought he was pretending to be, so they tried to defeat him.
But no one’s been looking for trouble since he got into school, and everyone’s waiting to see if he’s a tough guy.
In other words, I wonder if he’s a bully.
Beyond that, we are all curious to see the legendary Song Wing, how bad he is.
But he didn’t shock us in the first semester with the wrong points, and he got into a charade.
It is true that people like him can easily provoke a desire for conquest and occupation.
The first was Chon-hyun of the Kang family, who was rich in coal mines and spoiled by her father, who had been a traitor, cut short hair, and had the most tattoos.
She sat across the table from Song Wing and had a pile of cash on her table, 100.000, and she took over two dozen uninvolved dominos, a long row, and then pushed and a whole row of red notes fell down.
“Song Wing, I hear you’re short of money. I bet my friends I can take you for three days. Is that enough? I’m sorry.
Such an insult, Song, smiled, picked up the money of the earth in her astonishment, and looked at her with a cold eye, as deep as the sea, as if he could not see the emotion, and said, “This money is not enough. I want you to take the money that I bet you won. I’m sorry.
Ginger probably didn’t think he was going to say that, and then he sat at the table and laughed at it, and he was like, “Help me, Song, Song, Song, you’re such an interesting man. I thought you’d be so clean to throw that money in my face, but why would I give you so much?” I’m sorry.
His silent statement: “Why is it not a trade that is not a loss, because I promised to work with you so that you could win and be dignified?” I’m sorry.
Ginger Zill was too strong to bear, and laid out his hand with him, softly, and said: “Sold.” I’m sorry.
Son of a bitch’s lips swung and the summer sun covered his window. On him is a light on his side of his face, so hot that his eyes remain cold.
Until he turns his head, looks at me and I’m out the window.
And he fainted, and I turned my eyes away, and went straight into the classroom, to my place, and took the physics, and I was prepared to leave without seeing.
“Hey, merchants, keep your mouth shut, and don’t tell anyone about my deal with Song Deun. I’ll be laughed at.” I’m sorry.
I looked back and looked at them cold, and I didn’t talk.
And he said, “What is it that you pretended to be? I’m sorry.
She said to Song, “The voice did not hide from me: “It is so annoying for these self-righteous elites to draw a chain of contempt. They are the ones who have a basis for looking down on us. We are the ones who are rushing up and looking down on you, the 369s of the hierarchy, who think that they are living in the Qur’an. I’m sorry.
I didn’t hear Song Don.
3
I’m in the same class as Song Wing, and our school is in fact separated from Miss Nobility.
However, there is one class, the top 50 for each grade examination in the school, which is ranked according to merit, regardless of family background.
I went to school in the second place, and Sherion laughed at my grades and played with my hair without heart, asking, “Amu, I don’t understand you. What good is it to learn with such heart? You have me to protect you, and you don’t have to work so hard. I’m sorry.
“What a joy it is to go shopping with some friends and buy jewelry bags, to travel abroad to some charity dinners, to party. I’m sorry.
My friends and I thought I was his girlfriend, and she didn’t dispute it, but we weren’t in love.
I’m probably the kind of pet he can see if he really wants to position our relationship.
Yeah, pet.
Sher Yong said he was protecting me, and I didn’t have to do that.
I was sitting next to him with the words behind my back, thinking why I tried so hard.
Maybe it’s because, at a very young age, in the middle of the night when my father never came back, my mother held me in her arms and cried and said, “You read well, you can change your destiny, so your father will love you.” I’m sorry.
So I went to school, and I was the first one, and every time I was a kid, I handed my dad a report card, and he never even looked at it.
I don’t like this wife, so I don’t like her.
“Why are you so useless?” Why can’t you please your father? Be a good boy. You’re better. I’m sorry.
I’m good at it, but I don’t like it or not.
Until the 12th birthday of the family’s five-generation one-on-one grandson, Sheawon.
And the stars of Shebaom, when they cut the cake, were lazy and lazy in the crowd, and they were set on me, their eyes were bright, and they handed me his first birthday cake when he was 12, and they said, “I like you. What is your name?” I’m sorry.
Like looking at a nice pet.
I love you for all my efforts and all my excellence.
People were shocked, thanks to parents who laughed, and my father’s eyes fell on me.
Undercovered by the well-known elite are the already corrupted and broken financial flows that my father needed in addition to maintaining a face and debt.
After that, my mother changed her speech, and she sent my beautiful dress to Xie’s house, and she said to me, “Are you going to please her?” Listen to him. I’m sorry.
My father finally noticed that I was brought with me when I was in business with Shevonne’s father, and the first sentence must have been, “Shevonne likes him, the two children…”
I feel like I’m not a person, I’m a pet dog.
Need to cheer up the pet dog.
And every day after that I suffocated and feared.
Everyone around me is asking me to work hard to please her and fear that one day she will lose interest in me and I will lose value.
Sherazin asked me why I had to study so hard, perhaps I had hoped that one day, learning would change my own destiny.
I want to be free from all the people and things that are with me now, and I want to be free to fly and live for myself.
But what if it’s not?
But I cannot say to Sherazin, and I only smiled at him in his questioning: “I love to study.” I’m sorry.
He asked me, “What class are you in?” Class A is a bunch of nerds who can only read. It’s boring. I’m sorry.
Zhao is the school principal.
I looked down on him for the first time, but I used the following tone: “But you know, I like to be clean. I’m sorry.
Xie Yin took a long time to play with my hair and said, “Okay, but remember, I am not afraid that you are a favor to you, you know? I’m sorry.
I didn’t speak, I was very good at silence, and Sherion was used to it, so I didn’t speak.
4
It was an accident that my first encounter with Song Wing happened.
I was in his class, and it was a very normal afternoon, and the physics teacher stopped me in the hallway with a contest registration form, and I gave it to Song Wing.
I didn’t find Song Wing in the classroom, I wasn’t a nosy person, but I had a party with friends that night, and I didn’t want to attend a meeting like this, and I had to find myself something to do, so I found the correspondence forms of my classmates in the group file, found Song Wing’s home address, and then I took a cab.
The car was parked in a very narrow alley, there was garbage piled on both sides of the road and it smelled so bad that I had made a donation to the Glades with Shevonne, to the extent that all the slums in the world were just the same, and I looked for a sign number that didn’t change, and I finally found it.
I’ve seen Song Wing’s father, and I’ve been curious about Song Wing’s growth environment, and I’ve been curious about what kind of family he’s brought up.
But unlike what I imagined, his father was a dead man without a leg, skinny and weak, and saw me in shock and joy, stammering and saying, “How are you, little indian?”
I was polite to shout at his uncle.
Song Wing isn’t here. I heard he’s working part time.
His father was a bit flattered, and he looked less than 20 squares, sat north, so he was dark, but cleaned up very clean, and he had all the rags.
I’m leaving after I pass it to his dad, but his dad’s already hot.
I hesitated to sit down.
Because I don’t know why, I suddenly thought of something.
Every time he comes to class, he brings a dollar and a bottle of mineral water, and I always think it’s the water he buys every day until one of his classmates comes together to talk loudly in the class and says he’s drinking it with an empty bottle.
I know he’s poor, but I didn’t think that anyone would have to.
I don’t know why so many people have such a strange hostility to Song Wing, probably a human being trying to pull off the genes of the altar of too good, and they have a very loud voice and a surprising mouthful of wonders. It’s… it’s unsanitary. I’m sorry.
Then there was a strange smile, until Song Inn came into the door and someone was deliberately and maliciously staring at the mineral water in his hand, so he was naive to ask, “Song Inn, I heard that your mineral water is a piped water?” I’m sorry.
He was probably just back from the playground, out of shape, a handsome jaw with dry water, when everyone was looking at Song Dun, trying to look at him as if he was blushing, but Song Dun was just a nod in the face of such bad news, as if it was normal to say, “Yeah, buy water, burn water, use electricity.” He laughed, “The electricity is expensive, you probably don’t know.” I’m sorry.
It’s a stupendous thing to say, and I don’t think I’ve seen Song’s ugly face, and I’ve seen people continue to fall, and I’ve taken off my headphones and looked back at those people and said, “It’s loud.” I’m sorry.
So they’re very interesting.
I remember when Song Wing was carrying that bottle of mineral water, and the sight ran away from me, gently turning his head on me.
I don’t know why I’m sitting at his door when I think of what he said the other day that electricity was expensive, so I watched his father burn the water so fast, he hesitated.
5
When Song Wing came back, his father was asking me about his performance at school, and I held the glass of water in my hand and returned very seriously: He’s very good. He’s very nice. I’m sorry.
His dad was smiling.
When I turned around, I saw Song Wing’s face, and he had a little bit of an incomprehensible look, and the only thing that was certain was that it wasn’t a welcome look, and he asked, “Why are you here?” I’m sorry.
His father answered: “The comptoirs are here to send you a list of the physical competitions. I’m sorry.
He didn’t look very happy, so I drank the last water in the cup and handed it to his father politely and said goodbye.
Song Denton out of London, stand before me and say I sent you.
We went to the alley side by side, and the sun was down, and we pulled our shadows long, and we didn’t talk until we got to the alley, and he said, “You are the first to drink.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t get it.
He looked up at the road ahead, and the radians on his side were very smooth, and the young man was steadfast and handsome, and he laughed: “As he had come to my house before, my father brought them a cup of water for tea, and they were very polite in their hands, but they would never drink.” I’m sorry.
I’m silent, and it’s that environment that creates an unclean illusion for them, and I don’t know how to answer it, but I just don’t want to waste it.
After all, he always drinks tap water.
If you don’t, you’ll waste electricity.
I thought about it and said, “Your little orange cat is cute. I’m sorry.
He didn’t think I’d say that, and then, after a long trance, his cold face suddenly subsided, and then he started to laugh, and for the first time I saw him laugh like this, he was always old and strong, and that smile was a little bit of a bit of a childish: “That’s what I found a few days ago. I lost my weaning. I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry.
He turned his head towards me, focused his eyes, unexpectedly gentle, and dazzlingly smiled, and he turned his mouth up, saying, “If you like, you can see.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know if I’m friends with Song, but I always feel like I’m in some kind of an unnamed relationship, as if I’m a gentleman.
I nod my head, say yes.
Unfortunately, I never came back.
Six.
It’s because of an exam.
I’ve always felt that I was one of Song Wing, that we were all cold in our bones, that it didn’t matter, but he was too concerned about me — by his character.
The mid-term examinations of Song Dan were truly impressive and almost full.
Every exam paper in our school is for a prefectural teacher, who’s got 130 points more than I’ve ever had since the school was built, and the difference between one or two is so great.
I’m staring at the papers in every subject, and I don’t know what to think.
I’m looking at the physics papers as he walks through my seat, and physics is my weakest project and the biggest difference between him and the last one.
When he came through me, he said, “You can’t do this, you can’t do it, you can print it, you can print it into three, you can both, but you can’t figure it out, you can change the numbers. I’m sorry.
I looked up at him, and he was standing at my table, and he looked down at me, and because he was tall, he looked a little tall, and he had a light on his back, so I couldn’t see his face, but I could see his little lips, and he had a little bit of a smile.
I’m done.
I’ve seen people go to him for math questions, not to mention the white beauty of wine, and Song Dye’s glamour comes from his handsome appearance and his sturdy character, which is like a novel monk.
But the poor boy, Song Deun, is so unsatisfied that he doesn’t look like he’s going up the ladder, and he doesn’t look like he’s got any pity in his face.
And I looked at him, and it was about too long of silence, and he made a mistake, and he did it, and he looked at me with a delicate smile, and said, “I will teach you if I do not.” I’m sorry.
He was kind to me, and naturally to him.
So I turned my head on him and said, “Thank you.” I’m sorry.
He stood still at my table for a moment, and I wasn’t used to asking for help, so I looked down and looked at it.
It took half the time to figure out when Song was gone.
7
My grades caused my mom a lot of anxiety.
Because I used to be number one.
Her anxiety about my grades came from one of her elders’ jokes, and Sherion’s mother asked him why he liked me so much, and she said, “Because she studied well.” I’m sorry.
Sheayun’s mother was pleased with me, because I had no sex, no hobby but to study, and I didn’t like to play dumb, to be low-key, to know what she was saying, “Amu is really fit to be a daughter-in-law.” I’m sorry.
After that, my mother began to feel like she was a great enemy of my grades, and it wasn’t the scores that were lost, but the tickets to the family.
And this time, it’s down a lot.
So one day, when I came home from the library, I found out that Song was standing in my garden.
My mother laughed at me: “Ambassil, this is your classmate Song Tan, first in your exams, and I asked him to give you some homework. I’m sorry.
Song Din stood under the sheath tree and looked back at me.
The young man’s contemplation became tenacious, and his eyes were silent, and I did not know why he was suddenly reminded of a saying: “The wood is in the forest, and the wind must destroy it, but he was the tree that the wind could not destroy, and stood firm in it.”
He said he’d be great and what good would he be?
But I don’t think so. Son of a bitch meets a hydrator, and one day he’s going to go swimming.
Do not oppress the youth, and he will usher in his time.
Some people are born different.
I hold on to the book in my arms, and I wonder why I have some false expectations, and I look forward to the future of Song Wing, who is so much like us, but he is not the shackles on me.
He was like another me, and I looked forward to him, and he jumped out of his heart, and I was calm, and I looked at him, and my face was as cold as ever.
And he looked at me in silence until I turned away.
He’s not really serious, he’s a smart guy, so he probably thinks everyone is as smart as he is, giving me a direction every time he talks to me, and the rest is for me to think for myself, and to think for myself.
I’m quiet, so many people think I’m spleen and good, but I’m still stubborn.
I won’t ask him until I’m able to figure it out. He just needs to take a look and figure it out in his heart.
In addition to his good mind, he is well treated and well received, and whoever he is, he is polite and indignant.
Even my mother boasted: “The Son of a Son of a Child is a pity…” and, after sighs, I knew that she wanted to stop, but it was a pity that she had no family.
A family like Sherion is probably the perfect son-in-law in her mind.
She probably didn’t think she was supposed to have everything she had.
If she knew, she wouldn’t have broken one of Song Wing’s legs.
8
I’m having a good-bye with Song Wing on her birthday.
I make birthday cakes every year after Sherion’s twelfth birthday.
This is what my mother taught me: Sherion’s 13th birthday was almost a mountain of gifts to the Sher family, but she was the only one who didn’t think so and laughed: “What’s a family like Xie? The most important is, of course, the heart. I’m sorry.
So, a month before Sherion’s birthday, she invited the top dessert teacher to teach me how to make cake.
A month later, I could have perfected a cake like that in a sweet shop window, but my mom bended over and looked uninvolvedly through the cake in front of me, and said, “Amu, you can be a little clumsy, and that’s more serious, you know? I’m sorry.
And finally I brought before the people the cake before Shevonne, with an uneven butter, a happy birthday written in a twist, and an extremely ugly flower and a pattern.
Xia Wan smiled, he didn’t like sweets, he barely moved his birthday cake every year, but every year after that, I made him a cake, he ate a small piece.
It’s special to me in the eyes of others.
I made a cake for five years, and no one knows I hate flour, eggs, creamy sweets, chocolate fruit, and sprouts, and I’m actually the one who’s so mean that I have to do my best to flatter others.
Like a clown.
And when Song was coming, I was concentrating on the flower, and no one had informed him that it would not be used for me today, nor was it that everyone was trying so hard to please him.
He leaned silently on the confectionery door, watching every step of my skill.
It’s a perfect cake. When I’m going to leave it in the trash, Soong-deun talks. I’m sorry.
I said, “Don’t you think this cake is perfect?” I don’t know why I smiled, sarcasmed, “How can a stupid, twisted cake make people love it?” I’m sorry.
And when Song’s eyes were silently looking at me, it was as though it were mercy. I could not understand his colour, and it was after half that he reached out to me, saying, “Give me, and this is my birthday.” I’m sorry.
I spent a lot of time handing him the cake.
When I made the second cake, he looked at me, and he didn’t seem to like the sweet ones, the little ones were slow, the hours were really quick, and when the second one was made, Song was finished with the cake.
We look out the window of the sweet room, next door is the house of Xie’s, and it’s very lively, and the soundproofing is so good that we can hear the noise and see the extent of it.
The Xie family actually had its own house, which she bought when she was 15 because it was next to my house.
“Sometimes I envy Xie Yuan. I’m sorry.
I was not surprised or surprised that I was looking over my head in the direction of Song’s family, but everyone was envious of Shevonne, except Song’s. His voice was light and his face was handsome. He said, “I envy him because so many people loved him. I’m sorry.
“It was the second time I had a cake, the first time when I was eight, when my father fell off the site and broke a leg, the foreman paid him $28,000, and the day he got paid was my birthday. He bought a small piece when he took me through the cake shop. It was my first birthday, the first sweet taste of my life, when I blew out the candles, my father cried over my head and said that my life would be tough. I’m sorry.
His mouth was strangling, and it seemed as if the suffering and poverty of his life had not quenched his will, and he was always luminous in light, and he turned to me smiling, and he was so confident that he said, “But I was certain that he was wrong and my life would not be bitter.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me with a tender eye, and he moved from the cake in my hand to my face, and he waved, and he reached out to me with a hand, and he asked me, “If one day I will be famous, you.”
He was interrupted before he finished.
“Among, your cake is not–” but my mother’s voice stopped, and I can’t believe there’s another person here, and perhaps there’s a suspicious atmosphere between me and Song Wing, and her voice was so delicate, and she said, “Oh, my gosh, Song is here, I forgot to keep you away from me today,” and she said, “Sherion, do you know Song Wing?” I asked him to help him study. I’m sorry.
When I turned back, Shevonne stood behind my mother, and his eyes moved cold from me to Song Deun, and he stopped for a moment, and he laughed, but he didn’t look at me: “Of course he knew, he was a classmate.” The words of Sherazon were kind: “It was just that you were not allowed to go without a seat.” I’m sorry.
When Song was smiling, and happy birthday to Shibuya, he turned around.
I don’t know why, in the eyes of my parents and Shellow, he called Song Wing, and he said, “Happy birthday.” I’m sorry.
Song Wing’s face was a moment away, and then he smiled and said thank you.
I didn’t go to see Shenbuen’s little dark eyes and my parents’ dark faces.
I remember this scene a long time later, and I’d like to ask, what was the last half of the sentence he didn’t finish?
If one day he’s famous, what does he want?
Unfortunately, after that day, I didn’t know his last words in my life.
When I was celebrating his birthday with that twirling cake and Sherwindy for five years, my father’s pre-emptive finder broke half of Song Deun’s leg to warn the poor boy not to want to eat swans to climb a branch.
Even Song Don didn’t say anything.
Song Wing stayed in the hospital for a week and was discharged from school a week later.
For the night of Shevonne’s birthday, Shevonne downplayed the smile of Zhao, who had come to congratulate him on his happy birthday, who liked Song Wing as an outstanding student, but he preferred the thanker behind her.
And Xia Yong didn’t do this out of love with me. He was just unhappy with his pets.
He didn’t like Song Wing, and I knew him that way. I knew him from the first look at him, because Song Wing’s excellence came from him, not from any family background.
Like the young lions, he can’t hold Song aloof in Sherazon.
9
The story could have ended if it hadn’t turned around, but fate’s hand was rolling over, and you don’t know what it’s gonna do to you next.
Sha Yin was found not to be the family’s child, but a car accident.
That’s after graduation.
When I got out that day, Shevonne probably knew that I had changed my volition and that the school I filled out was not the same as him.
His voice in the phone was gentle, and he was laughing, but he gave me chills. He said, “Ambassil, I want to hear your explanation in person. I’m sorry.
Sheawon has always had a pathological appetite for me, starting when he was 12.
I lamented that there was nothing to explain. I waited long enough for this day, and I just wanted to escape him as far as possible.
So I changed my volunteering.
I can already imagine Shevonne’s anger, but he won’t kill me.
But I waited a long time that day for a notice of his accident.
He was in a car accident on his way to me, bleeding.
When I got to the hospital, he was in intensive care.
I didn’t have time to worry about his safety, but I felt strange first.
Sherazon was out of danger and the injuries were not important at that time, but I did not see the family at the hospital.
It’s not right that Xie Yin is a grandchild of the family, five generations of one-on-one, and he’s about as expensive as his eyeballs, and there’s no one in the hospital.
I later learned that when blood was transfusioned in the hospital, the family found that 18 years of having had a child’s blood type was not right.
Sher Yong is not a thank you child.
No one could have expected such absurdity to happen in a large family such as Cheyenne, where two children born on the same day 18 years ago were transferred to hospital.
So the family had no time to take care of Shen Wan in the intensive care room because they were looking for a real Master.
The efficiency of the family has always been very rapid, especially with regard to matters such as family ties, and it is impossible to be vague.
But in a week, they found a real thank you master.
The one who was wrong at the hospital and Xiewon was supposed to be the son of a true master.
Sherion’s 18-year-old gold is nothing but a prince’s cat, and when the real prince returns, he will be the same.
When the news reached the hospital, I was cutting fruit by the bed of Shevonne, who was awake, with a fractured left leg, but was unable to come down for a while, and he had not spoken for a long time after he had received the telephone.
And I kept silent, and I kept my head down and cut the apples, and the long appleslided in my hand, and when it was about to break, Shevonne spoke, saying, “They found the true Shellow.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything, he didn’t know how to laugh, but it was cold, like the sun in the winter wind from the glass, and it looked warm and cold, but it didn’t come out of the room, and he asked me, “I’ve got nothing. I’m sorry.
I looked down and looked at the apples in my hand, and I didn’t speak, and in fact, when he was a Master, I thought of running away from him.
But what do I tell him?
He was raised from childhood by the stars, the glory of the heavens and the frown of the crowd, and although the family had spoken as though she was a child of the family, not even its name had to be changed, everyone knew it was different.
If Mr. Xie-Chi was not a man of comfort, it would be even worse for Shen-won.
There was no emotion on the surface from heaven to earth in the evening, but I know that he is in fear and in discomfort.
It’s probably a fear of being abandoned by the world.
I looked up to Sherazon, half of the curtains of the ward were not drawn, and the sun fell on him, and he was pale, his eyebrow was covered with a twilight and his mouth was smiling, and he remained in my eyes with a strong and calmness.
I didn’t say anything, I passed the apple in my hand, and he set his eyes on the apple, and he didn’t answer it, and he opened it, “You know who the wrong child is? I’m sorry.
He looked up at me, looked at me, and I jumped in my heart.
And Sherazon smiled, and took my wrists, and the whole man approached me, and he looked at me with violence and weakness, and said: “Son Waka.” I’m sorry.
Pow — I fell on the ground with apples in my hand, and the bones rolled around and stopped by the door.
I remember the birthday of Xia Wan a year ago, when Song was lying by the door and telling me that it was his birthday.
Destiny has long implied that we simply cannot know.
My reaction was a pleasure to Shevonne, who laughed as if he were a fool of fate.
Finally I heard Sherion’s opening, and it was cold.
“We met when we were 12 years old, and I felt bad for you, and I saved your family’s life because you volunteered, and I was anxious to see you ask, or there would be no accident. I’m sorry.
“You remember the way your father kneeled before me and begged me? I’m sorry.
“You owe me, Ken. I want you to remember that you owe me your whole life. I’m sorry.
“I lost everything, not even you. I gave you six years, and now it’s time for you to pay for it. I’m sorry.
“I have only one request. You can’t leave me for the rest of your life. I’m sorry.
I can’t hear what he said.
I have two words in my head.
Song Don, Song Don.
10
The last time I saw Song Wing was a year ago.
He was expelled from school and, before leaving, he looked up at me from the corner of the stairwell, cold and handsome, which I could not even touch.
We tried to keep calm and stood on the stairs and looked at him with indifference.
But he had to say what Sherion asked me to say, otherwise no school would take him away after Song Din had been expelled, even if he was any better.
And Sherazon put his ear on my ear: “Abraham is but a word. As you said, I have left him a life by my high hand. I’m sorry.
So on the stairs I said to Song Nun, “Do you like me?” Son of a bitch, I’m sick of your liking. I’m sorry.
It was he who was expelled, but he did not fear for the future. He looked at me with some grief, and said, ‘You poor people!’ I’m sorry.
“I thought you were different. I’m sorry.
He says I’m pathetic.
He said he thought I was different.
I’m not different, I’m only worse off, and both my feet are in the mud, and all I’m hiding in it is chicken hair.
It’s just the same rotten soul under a high mask.
That was the last time I saw him before he was fired.
And Sherazon smiled beside me, and his tone was as soft as a murmur among his lovers. He said: “Am I, do you think fate is funny? He’s the real master of the family. How would he get back when we did that to him? Or revenge for us?”
I close my eyes and he’ll get his revenge.
But I waited a long time without waiting for Song Wing’s revenge.
He was already a father at the time. It was a low-profile party, and thanks to his family, all of his family’s homes were brought back.
I heard Auntie Xie cried all over his house.
When he came back to Xie’s house, Kang was with him. That tattoo was paid for. His girl, kept in black and straight, was with him the most difficult day of his expulsion.
Back then, he was Song Wing, no thanks.
I’m happy for him. A lot of people love him now.
It’s probably just my parents who were scared and scared, and they’re probably regretting the loss of Song Dun’s leg, and if Song Dun’s plan were to be compared, their efforts and calculations over the years would have been wasted.
But I don’t have the energy to control them anymore.
And Song Wing hasn’t moved, he hasn’t done anything.
The last face of my life and Song’s indifference was before he left the country.
He came to ask me the last thing. It was a long story. He asked me, “You went to the city math competition when you were 15, and I fainted because of overwork and low blood sugar. You gave me a bag of sugar, remember? I’m sorry.
I remember when I first met him, I recognized him, so I watched him for a long time.
That was the first bag of sugar I bought for myself, and from that competition I plotted a plan to escape my parents and Shebuon, but I met the faint young man at the examination, so I celebrated the sweet that gave me courage, and gave it all to the strange young man.
The teacher wanted him to be taken to the hospital, but he refused to do so, and he could already see the strain in his dress, but the teacher on the spot was afraid of something, so he called 120.
This should be an additional burden for Song Wing.
So We took out the bag of sugar and delivered it to him to ease his embarrassment. We said, “Speaker, he is low blood sugar. I have sugar here. Just eat two. I’m sorry.
And Song was smiling at me, and one year later, he became more steady and more handsome, and he said to me, “This has always been the end of my heart, because it was the second time in my life that I tasted sweet.” I’m sorry.
I moved my sight from him to the ginger bell standing behind him waiting quietly.
And the sound of my smile came out, and I did not think it, and I said, “Oh, say that, it was for me before the examination.” I’m sorry.
“You know, I don’t like sweets, so I just threw it at you.” I’m sorry.
I think I’ll always remember the way he looked at me, the way he did.
“I see. I’m sorry.
And he smiled, and dazzled his head, and turned his head apart, and said to me, “Goodbye, comptoir.” # I’m not going anywhere #
I’m also polite to my head, and I’m polite to go back: “Bye.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me in the end and then turned around and followed him in silence.
He’ll be happy, I think. Case number: YXX1ogBKk3Zi5DMkp1sdPdj
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
