What happens when you get sick?

He was careful to ask me, “Shall I lock you up?” I’m sorry.

I’m smiling. Okay, okay, okay.

I’m afraid you’d like to.

Small Transparency Society is afraid of X Sven’s pitiful, two-way foreclosure = 3 = 3

“Shall I lock you up?” The sound of a near cry came out of my dream, and I opened my eyes and saw a familiar and strange building outside the window.

After 10 minutes of the flight attendant ‘ s beep, the plane landed on the ground.

All the passengers in the plane were gone, so I slowly walked out with my headphones. There were a lot of people waiting at the gate, but I saw the man with the mask on him with only one eyebrow.

And he came to me, and I looked down, and whispered, “Teacher, I’m sorry.

He grabbed my chin with one hand and forced me to look up at him. I saw numerous tiny stars in his eyes, and an overlooking face was covered with masks.

“The little heartless, you know? I’m sorry.

One.

The first time I saw a road party was before his class.

In the first semester of the third year, we have an additional financial market study. I walked into the school building alone with a book and there was a little bit of conversation.

“The professor of financial market science is particularly young.” I’m sorry.

“Looks like they just got hired. I’m sorry.

“Oh, isn’t that a little teaching experience? I’ve heard it’s boring and easy to hang up…

I put my headphones on one hand, and my feet slowly slowed down.

When the bell rings, there’s hardly anyone in the hallway. I look at empty corridors and feel comfortable.

“You’re late, classmate. I just took off my headphone, and there was a man’s voice behind me.

The headset fell off my hands, and I couldn’t even say “I’m sorry” to get my head in the classroom.

We captured the last row in the corner where no one sat. We were on our way. We heard from those who came in behind us, saying, “There is no room behind you. Sit in the first row. I’m sorry.

I was petrochemical at the scene.

“Students? “The sound of good sounds falls into my ears like a trance.”

If he screams one more time, I’ll probably just go straight to the spot.

I turned my head in the first row, and fortunately there was no one in the first row, which was not bad for me.

The one who called me to my classmate went straight to the podium, and I heard a large stench of breath behind me, and there he was whispering.

I put the books and notebooks on the table, and I just looked up and saw two powerful words written by the man on the blackboard.

Road party.

I snuggled those behind the table with the remaining light and finally understood the reason behind the sound.

The guy who just got hot in the last few days doesn’t seem to look like him.

The lunar feast held his golden frame glasses on the tall nostrils and looked up to the podium.

And I turned my head down and turned the book on my hand, and the sound came up from it: “I’m calling the road party, and I’m in charge of your financial market teaching this semester.” I’m sorry.

A little cheering behind you.

“My class is not called, I don’t like to use it. And then he flipped the sound of the book.

It seems that he has nothing to do with anything that goes on down there.

But strangely, students who are usually quiet are very quiet in the classes of the road. That makes me feel comfortable.

I thought the financial market would be one of my favorite classes in college until soon after.

“Don Juan. “The voice of the road party is ringing from the podium.

All eyes focused on me after missing sex. If there was a hole in my foot, I’d go right in. But I didn’t have a hole under my feet, so I had to stand up on my head. I was staring at the books on the table and waiting for the questions of the road party.

But there was no question at the Routine, and he said, “Well, you can be the representative of this class. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I, Don Juan, a member of the society, will break open when I hear this.

Two.

The purpose of the one-person dormitory that I applied to the school for was completely crushed because of the road party.

Tomorrow is the financial market class, and today my dorm door was almost knocked out by the girls.

When the door was ringing, I opened the familiar forum. I put it on the computer, and I sighs to get behind the door.

I opened the door, and my eyes washed through the face of the girl in front of the door, and my eyes stopped on her pink pyjamas.

The girl delivered the book to me, and she was sweet and sweet: “Students, this is my homework. I’m sorry.

I saw her name on the cover of the book, a little familiar, but I couldn’t remember. I um, noded and picked up her homework.

When the door was closing, this girl, Feng Yuan, put her head in.

“You live here alone, don’t you? Von Feng took a lollipop out of his pocket and fed it to his mouth.

I shake my head.

It’s scary living with you.

I only remembered her name after Feng left. When the freshman came in, she had to carry my luggage and offered to stay in my bedroom. Her operation is still suffocating now.

I put her workbooks on a stack of workbooks, and I turned on the computer that just joined.

The computer screen is a small economic forum that I accidentally discovered when I first went online and thought I might be able to learn something in this forum.

It’s been two years.

The top-right chat room icon jumped, and it’s my most familiar head. I was busy, and the dialogue box came up on the page.

♪ Ooh? _Other Organiser

One simple word, I know he replied to my message yesterday.

I don’t know where to start. I started typing on the keyboard.

[Ah, the professor’s pretty good-looking, is where he goes, where he sees. And I don’t know how he can stand it. If so many people were looking at me, I’d be able to dig up the earth and bury myself. _Other Organiser

It’s not right to do it after it’s done.

I just can’t figure out why I’m supposed to be a class rep. _Other Organiser

After that, thinking that the other party might not be so quick to get back to me, they started to sort out the books that they had just given me.

I really, really, really, really don’t want to be a part of this class.

Just sorted out, new messages came in the dialogue box.

[Then raise it, don’t be class representatives. _Other Organiser

This…

I can’t say it. I can’t even talk to the Rover.

This time, it’s coming back very quickly.

Then be class representative, and nothing. _Other Organiser

I don’t know.

I hit the keyboard.

This man was known when I first played this forum, when I read an article about the current state of the modern economy, accidentally pressed the keyboard when I was leaving the interface and left a whole bunch of crazy words in the comment area.

When I found out that the comment area didn’t remove the keys, I was trying to get back on the net. But when I didn’t have time to sell off the net, the owner of the net, Q, came in.

After a series of dead bodies, I ended up off the grid, and I started with Q.

I looked at the word “go” from the other side, and I felt a hot blood rush into my head.

The homework next to the computer was all packed, and I stood up and decided to do it.

I ran all the way out of the Rover’s office with my homework, the door was closed, and I left one hand to knock on the door.

“The door is not locked. “The sound is so good, but the sound of what I say is like a reminder.”

To live happily ever after, Don Duck!

I had the courage to open the door. It was an independent office, with only one person on the road.

“All your homework? “Leading from behind the computer.

I felt his sight, and I looked down and went to his desk and put my homework on his desk.

One, two, three!

“Older, teacher, can I not be a class rep? I’m sorry.

I’m staring at my little white shoes and saying, “Yes, yes.”

“Why not?” I’m sorry.

Why?

“No … don’t like it. I’m sorry.

“Why not? “The sound of the road party is not up and down.

I cried.

Goodbye, Teacher!

When I got downstairs, I remembered when I ran out and forgot to put on the door of the Rover Office.

All of a sudden, every single wind blowing through your ear carries a deadly embarrassment.

3

Did you say that?

I just sat in front of the computer and I saw new news coming out of the dialogue box.

What a shame! There’s a class at the financial market tomorrow, and I don’t know if I’m going to sleep tonight and I can’t get sick tomorrow. _Other Organiser

I’m out of breath, I’m out.

A bunch of ellipses came across the other side.

[…]

[You didn’t go to class as a class representative. Will the teacher ask your classmates to bring you the point of knowledge? Or let your classmates tell you what your homework is. _Other Organiser

I feel like I’m about to blow myself up when I think I’m going to my dormitory tomorrow, and I’m going to say hi to myself and I’m going to talk to you about what I’m going to do.

Forget it. Forget it.

The next day, when I arrived in the classroom with my black eyes, it was unexpectedly discovered that no one had ever taken the first row.

Great! God bless!

I ran to the last row with my bag, and the last rows were empty.

Market finance is great! It’s my favorite class.

“How did class representatives get so far behind?” “Sit in front. I’m sorry.

I must have dug up the tombs of the road!

I’d jump out of the window if I wasn’t afraid of the campus news!

I watched the front rows of tables that had no room for them, and I looked as if they were inconvenient.

When I thought I would escape, Feng waved to me: “Sit with me. I’ll sit in the back.” I’m sorry.

Are you Ray’s reborn? So helpful? I want to hold my bag without tears, step by step, step by step, and every step feels like a thorn under my feet.

Fortunately, I just sat down and the road party started.

Today, I watched the road show a few more times, each of them tearing him to pieces.

It was hard to get through this class, and I thought I’d get up when the kids were gone. But the Rover said, “The class is going to my office.” I’m sorry.

I should have believed my mother had given me a fortune. I was wrong. I was 21 years old. I’m going back tonight to ask my mom about this crack.

I’m a few steps behind the road, and those eyes on him end up on me.

Like I thought, I’d hate to go in there, and I’ll never go with him again!

The party went to sit in its own seat and he looked at me at the door.

I twisted my hands behind my back together.

“You’re not coming to get your book? “The road party laughed and asked me.

I went over and saw a stack of workbooks he had on the table, and the one on the surface was at the bottom yesterday. It means that the road party has all been modified.

As soon as my hand came across the book, I heard the Queen of the Road, “What you said yesterday about the representative of the class…”

Okay?

I was surprised to look up, to look at the road, to panic in my hand, and all my homework was knocked over the floor.

Boo! I’m the only one who’s done enough!

I can’t be ashamed of myself if I’m too busy crouching down to pick up the books on the ground!

“I think you’re right for this class. I read your homework yesterday. “The lunar festivities came from above my head.

I just picked up my book and shook my hand.

4

I had a robbery when I was 21.

This was told by my mom when she went to tell me my fortune in New Year’s, when I didn’t believe me when I laughed at her.

But now…

“It’s been said that Professor Lu has ordered a student of your class to represent you. “The manager Zhang, who always likes to talk, smiles and asks.

I was sighsing, and my fingers moved gently and put a pen on the table under the table. When the eyes of my classmates turned to me, I went down to pick up the pen under the table.

When my hand just touched a pen and my mind was still running at speed, Mr. Chang had turned the page.

“Let me choose from among you one of the proud students.” “I think Mr. Chang did something with his face, and his words just went off and he laughed in class.

I breathed out of the table.

I called my mom that night.

What do you say?

I put up with it and I said, “Did you say I had a robbery this year? I’m sorry.

I heard mahjong’s voice on the other side of the phone stopped and my mother was on the phone for half a day, saying, “There’s a solution, you wait for a six-year-old to find a remote place on the west side of your school at 10:00 p.m. and pray for ten minutes. I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen to you? “My mother said it was like she was thinking of something.

I’ve got a robbery. It looks like a robbery! But I didn’t say anything. I hung up on my mom.

Tomorrow is the 16th. I look at the calendar and I think about what’s in the west of the school.

When I sneaked into a little woods in school at 10:00 p.m. on the 16th, I felt like I must have lost my mind and believed in this stuff. But I’m here.

As long as I can be forgotten from the road, as long as teachers and classmates can see me as a transparent person, so can I pray for 10 minutes.

“No way! * The sound of the low noise is in my ear *

Who?

I shivered and looked at the dark woods, filled with fear.

Well, I shouldn’t have believed that weird thing.

“If you refuse, I will die in front of you. “Slight voices of women come over.

Jesus! It’s a big show.

Why can’t my feet move!

After a while, after a man grunts, a woman screams.

“Get out of here. * Men cry low *

I’m a little familiar with this sound, and I don’t remember where I heard it, and I heard someone running away on his heels.

What should we do? What should we do?

It’s like I’ve got lead on my legs, and I’ve been trying to escape, but it’s hard to move.

And as I took the courage to step out, the people of the woods came out.

I heard the footsteps coming closer to me.

Aah!

I just ran for two steps and heard the sound of heavy matter landing.

I know at this point, curiosity doesn’t necessarily kill cats, but it does. Nevertheless, I turned back.

A man fell right where I was standing, and I couldn’t see his face, but I saw a fruit knife stuck right in his stomach.

I was so scared. It’s a society of the rule of law, and I never thought I’d see a scene in school that would only appear in a TV show.

“Take me to the hospital. I accidentally inserted the knife myself. * I was just down next to a man, and he grabbed my hand. *

I took a look at his face and I was scared to death again.

This is not a road trip.

It seemed like I was waiting for my answer, holding my hand very tight, and I had to say, “Well, it was hard for him to help me get up.”

Oh, I’ll never come to the woods again, really.

5

The best hospital in the city is next to our school.

I rushed to the hospital to hang up the emergency, and a doctor came in a moment, and he saw some of the parades that were already white, and he said to me, “What happened? I’m sorry.

That tone makes me shivering.

“I, I, I … he, he said yes, it was a fruit knife…” The words were not finished, because I was a bit stale.

The doctor pushed the road party into the emergency room and quieted down in the hallway.

Naturally, this is my favorite scene, none of which is quiet. But I’m sitting in a cold chair and I’m a little restless.

I don’t know how long it took for a nurse to come out, and she came to me and said, “Are you a patient’s family?” Patient bleeding requires a blood transfusion. I’m sorry.

I’m not family! But I didn’t say anything, so I kept up with the nurse.

Following the nurse to the blood transfusion station, I suffocated a sentence: “What type is he?” I’m sorry.

“Rh negative blood. “There’s not enough blood in the blood bank, see if you can contact the same blood type to give blood.” I’m sorry.

What a coincidence? Is that why God put me in the woods tonight?

“I, I, I!” I whispered.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

This is when I shake my head, I’m not!

The nurse just looked at me again and said, “Girlfriends don’t want to, there’s a risk. I’m sorry.

Girlfriend!

I’m not!

And when I burned my whole face, I whispered, “No, no. Him, him, he’s my teacher. I’m sorry.

I bit my lower lip a little when the long needle went into my veins. I knew from childhood that my blood was rare and precious and that I would never waste a drop.

Now there’s 300 CCs for the road, and I’m a little dizzy after that.

I don’t know if I’m going to be spared a lesson.

I fell asleep in my bed.

When I woke up, the road party had come out of the operating room, lying next to me in the bed.

He frowns a little. It’s supposed to be an anesthesia. It’s a little sweaty in his forehead.

At this time, there were no glasses on the road, and the eyes were closed, and the colour was pale, but the price on the face could not be covered.

I looked back and I looked at his face, and I just felt hot.

The room is so quiet that it can only hear the breath of me and the Rover, as well as the stone bells on the wall.

I looked up and it was 6:00 in the morning.

Ah, there’s class today!

I picked up my phone and sent the counselor a leave message.

Just two minutes after the news was sent, the cell phone rings.

I looked at the cell phone with the bell in it, and I felt like I was going to crash and just throw it out.

Why do you have to make a phone call when you text? I really, really, really don’t like it!

What did you say? Was it Professor Road who took him out of school yesterday? The phone just came up and the sound of the opposite counselor came out.

I squeezed the phone, um, so.

“How did you get hurt? Why are you with Professor Lou? Shall I come?”

I’d like to hang up now if I can. But I didn’t dare, when I felt my scalp was numb, to reach out and take my hand away from the phone that I had.

“I’m fine, take a day off for me and Don Juan. “It’s a little dumb to hear the news of the road.

I went out to get a bottle of hot water and came back with a phone call.

Those who can answer my phone are the gods!

I poured a glass of water for the fairy, and the fairy looked at me and said, “Thank you for saving my life. I’m sorry.

The biggest difference between humans and primates is that humans have a feeling of delusion.

Six.

I’m gonna cry.

I’ve been in the hospital for half a day, but I haven’t been asked to go back. Not only that, but at this point I’m talking about the meal I was asked to pick up in front of the ward, which is on the phone.

“No, my class representative is enough here. I’ll take care of her. The voice of the road party came from inside.

It’s like a hot tub in my hand. Now I just want to throw this scalding potion into the mouth of the road party so he can shut up, but apparently the party doesn’t know what I think, and he hung up and waved at me at the door.

I’m suffocating, and I’m walking in with the keg.

I just set up the dinner for the road, and the aunt in the next bed who came in this morning smiled, “Your girlfriend is so sweet, boy. I’m sorry.

I’m not!

I looked at the driveway and he smiled and started burying his head.

No, you have to explain! Teacher!

When my whole face is red, there’s nothing to explain. I put up with it and then I pulled the horns of his clothes on his bed.

The road party looked up at me and I just felt a little hotter.

“Old Teacher…” I bit my teeth and whispered, and I couldn’t say it later.

The view of the road party fell from my face, and I heard his voice: “Oh, this is my student, my class rep. I’m sorry.

The aunt next door stopped, laughed, and said, “You’re a teacher. You’re so young. I’m sorry.

The lunar lunar audible, keep eating.

Auntie kept laughing twice and looked at me.

Aah! Damn it, damn it! Do I have to talk? What do I have to take? Have I eaten?

Why are you looking at me?

And when I put my hands behind my back, he lifted his head up and looked at me and said, “Are you going to eat?” I’m sorry.

Go! I’ll be right there!

I noded, I turned around, I walked two steps away, and the voice of the road party came from behind me lazyly: “Bring back some fruit after eating.” I’m sorry.

Come back!

I thought I’d eat fried chicken in my mouth like chewing wax.

I went to the fruit shop to remember when I had to eat. The road party didn’t tell me what fruit I was going to buy.

The fruit store is full of fruit. I have no idea what to choose.

“Girl, what kind of fruit? “The boss’s wife came here with a warm heart.

I just felt my scalp was numb, and I finally bought all the fruit I recommended in my mother’s hot eyes.

When I came back to the room with the fruit, I felt like my hands were going to waste. “Are you going to open a fruit shop in the hospital?” I’m sorry.

How dare you! I don’t want to say a word.

These fruits cost me a week of living!

After two hours, I realized that the experience of the original fruit shop was just a cushion for the next bad luck.

I know the road is good, and I know the road is popular, but when I see the room filled, I realize that I didn’t expect it.

At times like this, I work with crowded people, and I’m squeezed in the corner, and nobody can see or notice.

But at the age of 21, I had a robbery, which was pointed at me at the moment, laughing and saying to the people: “This time, thanks to my representative, I would have been in danger had it not been for her. I’m sorry.

The eyes of the people follow his hands and fall upon Us, and there comes a deep sigh.

Jesus! Who’s gonna take this genie?

The evil little man screamed in my head, and I was embarrassed to respond to a smile without disrespect.

Fortunately, someone changed the subject.

The man standing by the bed wrinkled and asked, “Why are you stabbed with a fruit knife?” I’m sorry.

I’m curious, too, to see through the face of the road party, just to see a moment in his eyes.

“A mistake. “It’s as if this stab wound was caused by his own carelessness.”

Only I know there was another woman in the woods yesterday.

It’s not love! It’s in my head.

I stayed in the corner and got a warning look, and I didn’t have to guess it was the road party.

He knows me too well! Don’t say anything like that. I don’t even tell people about everyday things.

7

The road party’s in good shape.

“We’ll be out today. The doctor who came to check the room, after a routine check-up of the RV, came to a conclusion.

But it’s only been a week. It’s as if he wasn’t the one who bled that night.

When I came to the door, I was told, “Why can’t I? I’m sorry.

No way! I’m following up.

I’ll come back to the dorm at night and come to the hospital during the day. I was tired like a dog, and I found that there was no family.

For so many days, no one has come but some schoolteachers. That’s why I’ll be at the hospital until he gets out.

On that day, our counselor shot me on the shoulder and said to me, “Take good care of Professor Road.” I’m sorry.

I wringed my hands and couldn’t say no.

Fortunately, only a week.

I followed the road party and saw the school door not far from us, as if the victory was ahead. But the road that was between me and victory suddenly stopped, and he turned around and looked at me, and I looked down at the grass.

“I told your teachers that you don’t have to do this week alone. “The sound of good news is coming from the front.

Great! It was rare to hear from him what I wanted to hear.

A week’s class is fine. You can learn from your books.

“I’m going to take these courses directly to me. It’s easier. “The road party turned around and went to school.

What does that mean? What do you mean, he can’t fix it? Where is it convenient? I was thinking about all this shit, and I went back to my dorm, and I saw my little bed, and it was gone.

Forget it, lie down for a while. It’s really exhausting.

I was woken by knocking, and it was dark when I woke up, and I slept all afternoon.

When the door opens, Feng turns his head and scares me two steps back.

You’re really back! I heard Mr. Lu came back. I thought you’d come back. 」 」 」 」 」

I saw her sitting in my chair.

My little head is already moving so fast that I can’t send this impassioned guest, but this impassioned guest obviously doesn’t see what I’m thinking.

“I see you live alone. I just applied to the dorm aunt and moved in with you. Last time I came, you had a bed. “The empty bed across from my bed is very happy.

Well…

I’m supposed to be angry at this time, but I’ve been in deep pain for half a day, and I haven’t got a fart.

You’re gonna get yourself killed by this.

If Feng is bigger, she can see my eyebrow. She came up and held my hand.

I’m losing consciousness and I’m taking a step back to keep a safe distance.

“Students, there were only two people in our dorm, and my only roommate dropped out this semester. Von blinked in her eyes, “I live alone in fear, and you pity me and take me in.” I’m sorry.

No wonder she was so passionate when she first came up.

But I can’t!

I looked at the cute little white rabbit on her pink pyjamas, whispering, “But…but…” but the cute little white rabbit looked like she was about to cry.

Why are you so soft?

That night Feng Zhong came up with a blanket.

Looks like I’m a 21-year-old.

8

How’s your teacher? _Other Organiser

New news comes out on the screen.

I suddenly remembered the other day that I was afraid that Q would find me and leave a message and tell him about the Rover.

But today I went online and found out that he hasn’t been online for days.

[Well, it’s ready. ) I hit the keyboard gently.

After sending it, I started to say something that had been in my heart for a long time.

[I suspect he was killed in a relationship. _Other Organiser

I’m afraid of society, but I’m also one of the people who really like melons. So exciting a melon that I can only share with Q.

I used to talk to him about something. Every time he went back to “um” or “oh.” I’m happy to hear it, or I’ll be embarrassed if I don’t catch it.

But today is clearly different.

In the face of such an exciting message, Q was never able to escape the fragrance laws of melon-eating.

[ Chuckles ] _Other Organiser

I watched his return, and from his question mark I felt his desire for knowledge, which suddenly gave me a great desire for sharing.

I was just passing through the woods that day. Guess what? I hear a woman’s voice. It sounds nice. Then the woman ran away and the teacher fell. _Other Organiser

I can’t let him know that I believe in superstition.

I typed it and finally came to a conclusion.

In my opinion, it was he who failed a girl of extreme character that caused that tragedy. He also told others that he had accidentally stabbed him. You said he had nothing to do with a fruit knife. _Other Organiser

Return keys, send.

I’m very happy with my reasoning, but Q didn’t get back.

It was when I thought he was not really interested in the matter that he replied.

[…]

What does ellipsis mean?

Could that woman have killed herself and then your teacher accidentally stabbed herself? _Other Organiser

Q added another sentence.

Is he doubting my reasoning?

Although I’m not as good as him in financial analysis, at least I read a lot of reasoning novels and I feel insulted.

No, you don’t know who Mr. Road is. He had a Sven-Sweet face, and now the little girl eats that shit. I nod my head, and I thought I had a point.

The face of the road party appeared again in my mind, making me more certain that his face was a scoundrel.

[…]

Why is it always the ellipsis today?

Don’t you sleep? Von Feng’s voice came from across the street, “There’s breakfast tomorrow. I’m sorry.

Feng Cui said it’s too rusty to call me class representative. We don’t know each other well, but I can’t say no.

I was busy saying good night to Q, and I closed the computer.

When I was on my way to class for the eighth time, she finally realized the gravity of the matter.

She looked back at me, and she said, “Oh, I’ve got two minutes to ring, I’m late. I’m sorry.

I know. I just didn’t want to walk into the school building with so many people.

But I didn’t say anything. I didn’t move fast. And then I found that Feng’s footsteps were slowing down, and I kept the same frequency.

“I found you special. Her words were ringing around me.

I have done so hard to behave properly, and I have tried so hard to reduce my sense of existence just so that others do not find my difference.

Feng Chong stopped and she looked at me, “But it’s okay, everyone has something special. I’m sorry.

The sun fell on her face, making her smile a little brighter. I looked at her face for the first time, and there was something warm in my heart, like the sun that was pouring on me.

9

There was only one lesson in the morning, and I was packing my school bags. Suddenly a shadow fell on my desk, and I looked up and saw a few people standing at my table. I snuggled. A few of them look familiar. They’re supposed to be in class.

To cover up my discomfort, I picked up a little bit faster.

“What are you doing? Fong noticed, she stood up.

I’m gonna cry, and now I know what friends do.

Several people ignored her, and one of them took a note and put it on my desk. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know what was going on, so a few people withdrew.

What is this? Answer what? I looked at the folding note on the table and blinked.

Don Juan, come to my office. The voice of the road party came from outside the door. I looked up to him and only saw his back.

Feng Zhou also seems a little unnerving, looking at the back of the road and scratching his head.

“What did Mr. Road want you to do in the office? She looked back at me.

I was so excited to remember what I said yesterday at the school entrance.

Whoo-hoo, call me to the punishment!

“Go to class. I put everything on the table in my school bag and slowly stood up.

It’s been 10 minutes since I got out of the Rover Office.

Now, as soon as I get in there, it’s just me and the two of us, worse than in the hospital. Just think about it, I thought I’d be embarrassed to get a manor out of my toes.

But reality is often cruel.

Before I knocked on the door, the voice of the road party came from inside: “Come in. “How can such a beautiful voice be my trigger?”

The Rover’s office says it’s a little small. Last time I came, there was only one desk of his own, and now there is an empty table.

When the Routine took his glasses and stood up, he came to me step by step and slowly removed the sleeves of his shirt.

Why does he make such a good move?

I couldn’t help but step back when he came to me, and I couldn’t think of his hand holding me.

And then I heard a crack, and then a bang.

He locked the door!

At this point, the women students who appeared on the front pages of the news appeared in my mind.

I’m 21. I’m scared, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see the world.

Just as I thought about it, the road party came up. He reached out and grabbed my earlids, causing me to tremble, and with his eyes he asked me, “What did Zhou Woojie tell you?” I’m sorry.

Who’s Jay Cho?

When I didn’t answer, he put a heavy weight on my earlids. I’m sorry.

“Who’s Zhou Woojie?” I’m sorry.

I saw the light pop out of my eyes in the dark of the road.

The road party stopped with my earlided hands and put them in my waist.

“Hmm. “He went back to his place and slowly pulled his cuffs.

“Sit down here, and I’ll fill you with Mathematical Statistics today.” I’m sorry.

Is everything just my illusion? I looked back and saw the locked door.

What’s with this?

But apparently not as confused as I am, he was in a good mood and knocked on the table: “Don’t come.” I’m sorry.

It’s like saying, “If you don’t come back, the consequences are for you.”

Whoo! Why should I bear this when I am young?

And I stomped over and sat in my chair, and I squeezed my hands on the edge of the bag, whispering, “Sir, I didn’t bring it. I’m sorry.

I didn’t even bring it! I don’t even want to fix it!

I thought I’d say so. Took a book out of his drawer and put it on my desk.

“Mathematic statistics” hit my soul in a few big words.

I cried and looked at the book. I’m not getting out of this office today.

His voice came from above my desk with both hands: “Did you bring the notebook?” I’m sorry.

Sunshine fell on that book, and the air was flying dust, and all I could think of was the cold scent of him when the road party came.

I grabbed my bag, and I messed up my hands and feet. I’m sorry.

Wow– The stuff in the bag was spilled.

Sure enough, Luftaker me, his office makes me more.

10

The road party bends its fingers and picks up that pile of paper on the ground and puts it on my right hand, where it’s solving, and the sound brings me feelings I can’t hear. I’m sorry.

I was trying to get to the point, and I took a look at the note, and I didn’t remember what it was. “Don’t know. “I bit the pen, and I continued to solve the problem.

I couldn’t get out of my office all day. I bought lunch at a road party.

I solved the math for a day, and I quickly forgot the strange things that started.

Solve the last question. I put down my pen and stretched out. After a week of math lessons, they were completed in one day, and the foundations were consolidated without a base.

I had to worship the road party.

It’s like he’s been reading about it. He takes his glasses off and comes back to me.

It seemed like he was wearing glasses only in class and in reading, and took off his glasses with a little less scrumptious and a little colder.

“Is that it? “The road is coming.

I nodded my head and changed the subject for him.

He looked at it and noded, “I’ll take you back to your dormitory.” I’m sorry.

You don’t have to! “No, no, no.” I looked down at me and packed my bag.

But it’s obvious that the road party won’t listen to me, and he went to the door, and his hand was locked and he looked back at me, “Maybe you want to stay here?” I’m sorry.

No way! Go! Go! I stood up with my bag.

I didn’t realize it was too late until I got out of the building. I’m relieved, I’m a few steps behind the road.

I was thinking about a scene that just came into the office during the day, and a face burned.

I lift my hand over the heart of a jump.

Don’t jump! Little heart! I was too busy hammering my own chest and trying to stop that crazy beating.

I looked at the back of the road and suddenly thought of the voice of the woman in the woods. Is that how he seduced the ignorant girls?

“The fruit knife was accidentally stabbed.” I’m sorry.

“Ah?” I got scared and stopped.

And then a moment later I realized what he was saying, and the face came down from the cold: “Oh, oh, yes, it was an accident. I’m sorry.

The raffle groaned and said nothing.

By the time I got back to the dorm, Feng had gone to bed in his pajamas. She heard me breathing, and she came out of bed, and she said, “Oh, what’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

I shook my head. As soon as I got down to the dorm, I ran up. Can you hold on? Just a quick sip of water, and I felt the weight of the hot kettle.

“When I went to fetch water, I made you a pot. Fung went back to the bed and her voice came from inside, “I don’t think you like to go to a crowded place, and I can help you with all this.” I’m sorry.

It fell on my heart and caused waves.

There were no curtains in her bed yesterday. She must have bought them today after school.

I looked at her hot kettle and looked at her pink bed curtains and laughed.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“Why thank you, I’ll open the water too. “The sound of a big, big sound coming out of the bed curtains.

Not this, not this.

Thank you for helping me with my flaws.

I laughed and started packing.

Shit! I look at the book of Mathematical Statistics in my hands.

It’s not mine… it’s the book from the road party. I brought it back, and I folded it.

It was a clean and clean book when the road party gave it to me. And now, I’m looking at this book that I’ve got in my hand, and it’s in my bag.

I’m gonna die. Just let me die.

That’s when Feng Chong came down from bed.

“What did Zhou Woo Jie write to you today? “She’s staring at me with that bad look.”

Jie Chow again?

Who’s Jay Cho? I’m sorry.

When Feng turned to me, he explained to me, “It’s the one who gave you the note after school today. It’s our class, and now the school basketball team is very popular with girls.” I’m sorry.

My eyes moved, remembering that I was given a note at the end of today’s class, but I went to the Rush’s office before I saw it.

I’ve put the math down for a while, and I’m going to flip that shit.

No flipping.

I’m going to go over the folders.

No flipping.

Something flashed in my head, and I remembered the note that was picked up from the ground by my side.

And I said to Feng, “What is his note?” I’m sorry.

“It’s not about your homework.” I’m sorry.

Eleven.

Hmm? ) Q always gets the message back.

I looked at the message I sent him, and his face burned again:

And hugging me!

I’ve never been in contact with anyone but my dead father.

It’s weird to lock the door in a tutorial? _Other Organiser New message appears in the dialogue box.

Isn’t that weird? I watched the screen go into meditation. It doesn’t seem strange, but he hugged me!

Ah, it’s like it’s just when I’m back, he hugged me. Is it because I’m back because he closed?

It’s not strange to think that way.

Then forget it, I shake my head.

Then I started a new round with Q.

Note? ) New messages from chat boxes.

I even nod my head.

Although I’ve been lowering my sense of existence, I’ve also received notes in high school, which are self-evident.

Maybe ask what your homework is. Aren’t you the class representative? Q kept sending a message.

Why did you give the note? ♪ That touches my knowledge blind spot. ♪

Q: [Script to note clearer] _Other Organiser

That makes sense!

He said he’s a basketball team. He’s got a lot of training.

I said, “Why don’t you write me a letter? _Other Organiser

Q:

I said, “No, I mean, he can think of a way to write a note. _Other Organiser

Only men know men best, Q. Says it’s about homework.

And it’s been a long time since college.

Thinking about it here, I feel a lot better about the note that fell in the Rover’s office. It would have been much better if it had only been a question of homework, and it would have given students a more visible view of their interest in learning.

Good, good!

Q: How much do you trust? _Other Organiser

Look at the sudden news, I’m stuck.

What do you mean? He’s giving me credit? I’ve never wanted the idea of the Internet being realistic!

It took me a long time to get back to him: _Other Organiser

A long time ago, when I thought Q was angry, new news came out of the chat box.

[Well, tomorrow when that guy asks you for a little credit, you answer that. _Other Organiser

Aah! It’s helping me solve the awkward thing that will happen tomorrow! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!oooooooooo!oooooooooo!oooooo!oooooooo!oooooooo!!!!!!! I am a manoeooooo!!!

I had a good night and turned off the computer.

This is embarrassing!

I put the computer outside the bed, and I lay on the bed, ready to brush my phone and go to bed.

Huh? How come there’s a little red dot in the Twitter?

I lighted the little red dot, looked at the friend’s application and almost threw my phone out.

“I’m a roadie. “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.

Why? Why did the road party add my tweets?

I asked the other side of the bed through the curtains: “What are the reasons for your refusal? I’m sorry.

Fung’s bed was full of noises that opened the curtains. I’m sorry.

Well, if it’s Zhou Woo-jae.

“No, no. I’m sorry.

And he said, “You don’t know him.” I’m sorry.

But I know him!

I went in and saw another message in the message box: “I’m a roadie.” I’m sorry.

I know you’re a roadie! I’ve got a button for my fingers shaking. Is that some kind of a pushover?

I’m gonna cry.

And when I saw the note, We made a bad note for the road party.

Twenty-one years old.

Twenty-one: I’m a roadie.

I’m: Hello, teacher.

Twenty-one-year-olds: Management Accounting will be completed tomorrow.

Q-A-Q-Q-A-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q.

I’m Management Accountant I can learn for myself, teacher.

I’ve been looking over the chat box, and I’ve been reading it.

Twenty-one years old: Briefly describe the concept and characteristics of the cost pattern, as well as the process of policy analysis.

What is this? Is this on Management Accounting? It’s only two classes a week.

Twenty-one-year-olds: come over tomorrow afternoon.

I’m: QAQ good.

I have to go to the woods again! This robbery has to be solved!

I don’t know what kind of tweezer is, but I look at that dark head and I wonder if I could take a look at his circle?

His head was lighted, the familiar interface was not present and his cell phone shivered slightly.

“I filmed a 21-year-old robbery.” These gray words appear in the chat box.

I broke right away.

Well, I’m dead.

Tang Chun is dead.

Death at the scene.

The parties now regret, in particular, why they use such social platforms as Twitter.

I didn’t have time to pull back and I sent a new message across the street.

Twenty-one years old: huh?

Whoo-hoo! Why is he answering? He hasn’t seen a shot!

I (smiling)

Smiling cracks in my face.

12

There’s something wrong with the Rover today, something very wrong.

He’s been watching me again and again.

I’m not as sensitive to eyes as ordinary people are to light, so he must have looked at me over and over again, so I could feel it.

Did my breakfast porridge hit my face? I quietly took out my phone and saw my clean face through the black screen.

Nothing.

When my heart was about to grow full of hair, the bells were ringing.

Great, great. I was so busy packing up my school bags, and half of it, I found someone in front of me.

Von Xuan pulled my clothes and I looked up.

It’s Jay Cho.

Aah! What happened last night completely forgot that he asked me to do his homework!

Zhou Woo Jie hasn’t had time to ask me to do my homework, and the banquet came to my desk.

“Lu teacher. Zhou Woo Jie was busy saying hello.

Feng has pulled my clothes again.

Does she think I’m blind?

The party reached out and held his glasses, and then slowly knocked on my desk: “Clean up and follow me to the office.” I’m sorry.

I looked at Zhou Woo Kit, who was standing next to him, and he turned stiff and walked out of the classroom three times.

Zhou Woo Kit is so pathetic. He just wants to ask a homework.

I looked at the door, and suddenly there was a pedestal, and he looked at me with my eyes locked.

Ooh, ooh, I just walked away!

I kept packing my school bags and followed it to his office. As soon as I stepped into the office, I heard a ludicrous door close.

Pop, he locked the door again!

I looked back at him holding the hand of a lock and comforted myself: it’s okay. Locking the door is a great good thing for the community.

“Liu…Liu Teacher…” My eyes are on his hands and doors.

The road party withdrew its hand, the left hand was removed from the right cuff and the right hand was removed from the left hand cuff. I’m too familiar with this move.

“Then stay away from Zhou Woo Kit. “The festivities came to me, and the smell of the smell spread.

Huh?

I was coming closer, I stepped back, I didn’t notice the loose shoelace, and my left foot tripped straight back.

But I didn’t land. I watched my hand grab my hand and I held my waist by my side.

It’s a coincidence! Why are you holding me again? What is this magic button? Hold me when you lock the door!

The heart under the chest is beating so hard that I suspect it wants to come out of there.

“Be far from Zhou Woo Kit, not from me. “The road party approached me, leaning in my ear and whispering. His voice fell in my ear, and his warm breath.

His hands rubbing my wrist, rubbing me a little bit.

“Roads, Mr. Roads?” I’m in his arms, and my voice is too small to hear.

Apparently, the road party heard him rubbing my wrist a little harder and looking down at me. There’s no light in his eyes. It’s dark enough to suck people in.

He asked me.

I’m stuck here, trying to avoid his eyes.

“Hmm? “The road party squeezed soft meat between my waist.

I was shaking, and I said, “Listen, hear. I’m sorry.

“What do you hear?” I’m sorry.

I cried. Why is it all of a sudden?

“Get away from Zhou Woo Kit. I’m good.

I’m happy with my answer. Then he pinched the meat on my wrist and let it loose between my waist.

While I was thinking about how to get out of this place, the road party knocked on the table: “Don’t come back.” I’m sorry.

Again.

The Rover took a book out of his drawer, and the words “management accountant” fell into my eyes.

“I’m sure you didn’t. * He leans down on the table with the wind. *

I watched the drive-by put the manager on the table and slowly suffocated his sleeves.

“What? Want me to come here? “The cuffs of the road party, asking me.

Not at all! I immediately went and sat down, and I took the prepared Management Accountant out of the bag and shot it on the table: “I I have…”

The road party rose and took his book back to the drawer.

“Mathematic statistics” for me too. His voice came from above.

Mathematical Statistics is still under my pillow! I think it’s better to keep it flat.

I turned my hands on the books and down the sound, “I’m… I’m not wearing them.” I’m sorry.

13

It was still late when it came out of the school building.

I saw the shadow of our interlocking on the ground, and I saw something in my heart. We just walked into a alley and his cell phone rings.

A single bell is drawn in a quiet night.

The drive-by took out the phone from his pocket and looked at the screen for 10 seconds. It was only when the bell was numbing my hands and legs that he pressed the answering button.

Four times quiet enough to hear the sound of the wind in your ear, and as soon as the key to the road party was pressed, I heard the woman crying on the phone.

I heard them cry, “The feast.” I’m sorry.

I know that voice. It was in the woods that night.

I’m the one who knows what’s in my heart, and I don’t want anyone to hear it.

I could have gone back to my dorm. In that case, I’ve been walking a few steps to get myself back to my dorm over the road.

As soon as I got to the roadside, he grabbed my hand and saw his eyes hidden under my glasses as black as they were trying to suck me in.

“Don’t call again. “The sound of the road party was very low, just like that day in the woods.

I saw him hang up on the phone very quickly, and then I was dragged into my arms before I could react.

This is not like the last two times. This is a real hug.

I don’t know if it’s because there’s too little clothes in his arms and I’m standing behind him.

“Just for a moment. “The road party buried its head in my neck.”

Aah! Aah! It’s the first time I’ve been through something like this! What should we do?

He tried to push one of his hands away, and in the end it just fell on his back.

I’m a little confused.

The road party took my hand and locked me in my arms.

“Don Juan. He looked up, his chin was on my shoulder, and his voice was a little dumb, “What do you do, find yourself a doorman.” I’m sorry.

Huh? What is it? Why is it so weird lately?

I didn’t ask him what he meant, because there was someone in the alley.

And the road party was kind of humane enough to let go of me before someone came, and I didn’t know who I was passing by.

When I went back to my dorm, Feng was going to bed.

When I came back, she ran down and sat next to me and laughed at me, saying, “The teacher is responsible for helping you so late every day.” I’m sorry.

If you don’t wait for me, Feng will say, “Chou Woo Kit came to me today. I’m sorry.

Huh?

It took me a while to remember who Zhou Woo Kit was.

“He asked me to ask you for a little bit of advice. “Fung squeezed at me,

I said, “He’s really going to do his homework with microblogging. I’m sorry.

Fung smiled after hearing, and I didn’t understand what she was laughing at.

In the end, she rubbed her eyelids in my eyes and slapped me on my shoulder, saying, “Oh, how can you ask me about homework? I’m sorry.

Then what?

Whatever, I don’t know him. And I bowed and started packing up my school bags: “Do not give me any credit.” I’m sorry.

I’ve had an extra drive-in in the mail, and I don’t have the courage to give it up every day, and I’m afraid there’s something I don’t want to see.

Fung made a picture of my desk, and her bitter voice came: “How? I don’t have any of your tips! I’m sorry.

Ah, looks like it.

I snuck out my tongue, and there were so few of them in my letters.

Now, with the road party, there are three.

“How much do you believe in?” 冯 冯 冯 」

I looked at my phone and said, “No, no, no. I’m not much of a believer. I’m sorry.

That’s when my phone turned on.

Twenty-one: Tomorrow’s Venture.

I was on the stiff side and I saw the look on my phone screen.

Well, shit. If there’s a hole in my foot now, I’m sure I won’t hesitate to go in.

I’m embarrassed by the fact that the road service is always stuck! What did I do to him in my last life?

14

After class, the road party didn’t show up at the door.

I looked at the “Risk Investment” in the bag and I was very confused. I wouldn’t have to go if I hadn’t come to the road.

But he wrote to me yesterday. Do I have to go to him?

I cried in my heart and went to the door of the roadhouse. The door to the office was still not relevant, and I saw a woman in red heels in the cracks.

“Ooh. Women’s voices are coming from inside.

It was on the phone yesterday. It was the sound of the woods that day.

The lovers of the road party came looking for him, and I showed up alive.

Compared to that day in the woods, my heart at this time, apart from the incomprehensible embarrassment, brought with it some strange acid.

The teacher who was cold in my eyes was someone else’s mouth.

“Get out. “The cry of the road party is so low, it’s as if it’s holding on.

The women’s heels took two steps, and the two steps of tweak were like stepping on my heart.

I know it’s not right to eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation, but I’ve been asked to come here by the road.

I put my headphone back in my pocket.

“Don’t forget who gave birth to you! “The woman’s voice is sharp.

I heard the chair moving, followed by the low voice of the road party: “I would rather I was never born, and my birth made me sick.” I’m sorry.

He just dropped his words and a clean slap came out.

I’m squeezing my headphones in my pocket and I’m scared.

Just as I hesitated to go, the door opened from inside. I looked up, and I looked at the roadside.

His eyes were so black and he seemed to be in a lot of trouble. When he saw me, there was a flash of light in his eyes. I missed his body and I saw the woman in the back.

I was so busy with my head down, “Older, teacher I’m not me I’m going to cry, I really didn’t mean to listen.”

He turned back to the woman behind him, and said, “Get the hell out of here, or he will be proud.” I’m sorry.

It’s so cold I can’t stop shaking. Then I heard the sound of heels coming closer to me. The woman stopped by my side for a few seconds, and her eyes stopped on me for a few seconds, and then she walked away.

And I was dragged into the office by the way.

The door was knocked off.

I looked up at him and saw him take his glasses off and throw them on the table, with a bit of a hurry to untangle.

His eyes were dark enough to see me inside, and suddenly I panicked.

“Lu, Mr. Lu.” I’m sorry.

The road party approached me, and I stepped back to the door. He took another step forward, reaching out his right hand over my waist and pressing the lock behind me.

Pop.

It’s locked.

His right hand caught my hands in front of me and set my hands above my head on the door.

“He heard what?” His chin was on my shoulder, and his breath was all over my neck.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

“I, I, I didn’t hear anything. I cried.

It’s getting weird. He grabbed my hand hard and left my hand on the door.

“It doesn’t matter if you hear it. “The sound of the road party in the ear suddenly became infinity, and you couldn’t escape. I’m sorry.

I’m shaking.

What does that mean? I really didn’t hear anything!

He raised his head from my shoulder and raised my chin with his left hand, forcing me to look at him. His right face also had a slight palm print, which showed how hard that slap was.

I had an itch in my heart, and I wanted to reach out and touch it, and then I remembered that he was holding my hand. Because of my brief movement, his eyes were dark again.

Don Juan, can I lock you up? “The road party caught my hand tight and his murmur was so soft.

My hands hurt!

But looking at the Rover doesn’t look like a joke, and I’ve been thinking about it.

He means lock me up, not kill me.

Lock it up, lock it up, don’t go out, don’t go out, don’t go out.

I looked at him and noded in a serious place. I’m sorry.

15

When I had to take a breath, the light in the eyes of the road party gathered together.

He softly let go of my hand, and he’s a little restless.

My hand was free at a time and slowly dropped from the top of my head, and I saw that the wrist was so red.

I sat at his table.

“Did it hurt? “The abdomen of the Qur’an passed over my wrist, and he bowed his head, and I could only see his soft hair, and I could not see the look on his face.

I shrunk my hand and then shook my head, thinking that he might not see me shaking his head, so I gently said, “No, it doesn’t hurt.” I’m sorry.

It really hurts! It’s gonna hurt my tears, but there’s something wrong with the road.

His fingernails ran over my wrists over and over again, and the place he ran over hurt and itches.

I was unconscious to take my hand back, but I moved and I was caught by the roadie.

It hurts!

I didn’t dare move at all. I should have felt it. I was busy relaxing my hand, just taking my hand lightly.

“Don’t run, okay? “The sound of the ludicrous feast brings a kind of a cry, like a soft fist to my heart.

I looked at him on the top of my head, and I looked at him, “Teacher…”

The light outside the window came through the glass and spilled over his face. So warm the sun doesn’t warm him.

And his eyes were red, and he was like two of those who were normal, and my heart was weak.

Just as I didn’t know what was going to happen next, my phone shook.

Shaked two, three.

In this quiet office, it’s a bit of a surprise.

I embarrassedly showed a smile, gently pulled my hand out of his hand and pulled the culprit out of my pocket.

It’s a text, a strange number, three messages.

Hello, I’m Zhou Woo Kit. I’m sorry.

“I called you at the end of class, but you didn’t seem to hear me, so I asked the supervisor for your number, and I hope I didn’t bother you, so I wanted to ask you what I wanted you to answer that day. I’m sorry.

Third, before I could see it, my cell phone was taken away by the Rover.

His eyes were dark and his fingers were slashed a few times on the screen.

When I reached for the phone, one of his empty hands grabbed my hand and he threw the machine at another table.

The sweetness of the face of the road party just disappeared.

I’m going to cry when I see that familiar look.

Is this another one? My wrist isn’t ready yet!

“Don’t you want to stay away from Zhou Woo Kit? “The road party is coming up.

I watched him hang on to my right and right hand, knowing that he would not hurt me any more, and I felt so relieved.

“What should I do, do not listen to me?” I’m sorry.

The breath spits on my earlids, like an electric current that flows directly from the ear to every part of the body, and I just feel like I’m a little numb.

The road party gently rubbed my earplugs, and my whole body was frozen.

“It still has to be locked in order to listen. His voice came from my side, and it smelled like something.

I’m finally sure he’s the nature of the disease in those novels I read.

The scene in my fantasy finally appeared in front of me.

I was a little excited this time, and I looked at him on my side, biting on his lips, and I had the courage to ask him, “Can I really lock it up?” I’m sorry.

Rover for a second.

I think I can wait for a big price.

I pulled the cuffs off of the Rally, and asked him, “Is it okay if you’re locked up by a teacher and you can graduate without class? I’m sorry.

The road party blinked.

I went on to ask, “Can we stay in the house, eat and drink?” I’m sorry.

The road party took a step back and he slowly tied his cufflinks.

I jumped off the table and was just about to open my mouth, and I saw myself wearing glasses.

“Risk Investment.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

16

Before the third year, my trajectory was the classroom, the canteen, the dormitory.

After the third year, my trajectory was the classroom — the Rover Office — the cafeteria — the dormitory.

Even though it’s a little more, there’s a lot of road people, but because it’s only a day in the Rover’s office, it’s no one’s problem, and it saves me a lot of trouble. It makes me more and more willing to go to the Rover’s office.

There’s a good habit at the Rover. Every time I’m in his office, he locks the door from outside. His habits have reassured me of his willingness to remain in his office.

The next week’s class was already completed, but I had to go back to my class or to his office.

I’d love to. It’ll be over soon.

Mid-term test scores have come down, and, as expected, I’m first in every subject.

I took my report card and came to the Rover’s office, trying to tell him the good news and boasting about him, but found him not in his office.

He left me the door, as usual, and I pushed it in and covered it up.

I think I’m used to having a road trip.

I’ve never done anything on my own initiative, but I’ve been here for a while.

Am I changed? Are you afraid?

I question myself and sit in my place. The door was pushed from the outside at a time when I thought it was the road party, and I looked up and saw the woman who was in the office that day.

I was so busy with my head down, I was so scared.

I don’t know why, but for more than two months, even if I was alone, no one had ever come knocking at the door.

I forgot this woman.

Except for me, the only woman in this office.

Women did not leave because of me, but step by step on high heels.

“Students of the feast?” she came to my table and the smell of the snore came up.

I’m just embarrassed to get under the table.

I’m sure it’s not my community’s fear. I’m just used to the road.

The woman sat down at the place where she sat, two steps away, and said, “What about the party?” I’m sorry.

I’m staring at books on my desk, not talking. Not only do you want to talk, but you want to do it directly.

It’s embarrassing. I’m talking about me now.

The woman knocked on the table and was impatient: “Go get me a glass of water. I’m sorry.

Why?

It must be because I didn’t read the calendar when I left today. Tomorrow! Tomorrow I’ll see the calendar and go out, and I’ll shake my fist with my hands under the table.

I stood up and took a glass of water by the water machine, reluctantly.

I saw her hands with red nail polish catch the cup, and why the water was spilling on the table of the road.

I was all stupid when the water was spilling on the Rover computer.

Ooh, what do we do? I’ve been smoking paper towels and I’m starting to wipe water on the computer.

“What are you doing? “The voice of the road party came from the door.

My back is stiff.

I didn’t do anything!

The woman stood up to the past: “The feast.” I’m sorry.

I stopped for a second and kept rubbing water on the computer. Is there water on the keyboard?

When I opened the computer on it, I heard a soft voice from a woman: “Best, help my mother again.” I’m sorry.

Ah, this… this is not what I thought!

“No way. “The voice of the road party is filled with invisibility.”

“If you don’t help me, I’ll die.” I’m sorry.

Why am I here every time I’m so embarrassed?

I started to get my head down and grazed the water on the computer keyboard, and the roadie laughed.

“What? You didn’t kill me last time, did you? “The ludicrous sound of the laughter came from behind me.

My back is stiff.

And besides his words, there’s a computer screen I accidentally opened.

There’s a forum on the screen that I can’t know more about, and the one on the top right.

I’m shaking my fingers, and I light a dialogue box.

Do you think this teacher likes me? The last sentence was last night when my head came out of a conversation.

Aah! Aah!

The clown is me!

17

I’m supposed to be talking to the road party right now. He’s the Q of this thing, but I looked at him at the door, and suddenly he was a little upset.

“The feast, how can you say that! I’m your mother! “The woman who stood in front of him looked very hurt.

His eyes were dark under his glasses. The sun outside the window couldn’t see in his eyes.

“Mama? “You take your glasses off and fold them up.” I’m sorry.

“Why don’t you say I’m your leverage? “The sound of the road party was as cold as his eyes,

He’s never done this before.

Then the hand with red nail polish fell on the clean face of the road.

With the banging, the face of the ludicrous feast took a little bit, and his face was red.

It’s like a slap in my heart, and the pain from the heart.

I made a terrible walk, went to the road and carried his hand over his side with his fist.

It’s also cold.

Aunt, go home. “I bowed my head, pulled the road party and moved and left the way out.

The woman walked two steps on her heels and walked in front of us.

She took a card out of her bag and threw it on the floor: “Why don’t you let go of that? Even if you hate me, you keep my blood. You won’t get rid of me unless I die. I’m sorry.

She said she’d leave. I closed the door.

I went back to hold the road and his body was cold.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. “I gently shot him in the back.”

This situation is making me a little confused. It’s not something I can solve with a little social terror.

The party was lying on my shoulder, and he put his glasses on the side of the table, slowly unzipping his sleeve.

Coming, coming.

I saw someone standing in another building outside the window.

Aah! The curtains are not drawn!

I wanted to push the road party to pull the curtains, but the party surrounded my waist and held me in his arms.

“Ooh, I’m dirty. “Road party on my shoulder, quiet.

I’m in pain: “Teacher.” I’m sorry.

The road party was about to close my waist like I wanted to merge with him.

At first I thought you were so clean that it wasn’t mine. “And then again and again, I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.

“If you run, I’ll have to lock you up. “The breath of the road party spits on my neck, and the sound becomes a bit dumb, “Lock you up, it belongs to me alone. I’m sorry.

“Good. * I’ll answer *

It’s like a magic button, and every time I answer it, it’s normal.

But there was nothing on the road and he was still lying on my shoulder.

“Ooh, I’m not normal. I’m sorry.

My nose is sore, I know he’s not normal.

“Speaker, I’m not normal. I’m sorry.

The road party freed me from my waist, and he raised his head and looked at me: “Chou Yujie went to be a soldier, I did it.” Because he wants to get close to you. I’m sorry.

It took me a while to remember who Zhou Woo Kit was.

No wonder he hasn’t seen me since.

“It’s good to be in the army. I don’t like people coming near me. * I look into the eyes of the road * * I rarely look people in the eyes, I wonder if everyone’s eyes are so pretty *

I blinked and asked him, “Is his note really asking me about my homework?” I’m sorry.

The view of the road party flashed.

“Hmm. “The road party noded.

All of a sudden, I had something flashing in my head, and I was looking at the road sweep, and I was cleaning his computer on his desk.

I went through my conversation with Q.

Oh, my God!

I’m all stiff.

I’ve lived for 20 years, and I’ve never had a moment like this!

I’m a bit of an awkward smile, “Teacher, when did you find that Yang was mine?” I’m sorry.

Maybe I didn’t think I’d change the subject so fast, and he swooped.

He put his cufflinks on him and smiled at me: “At the beginning. I’m sorry.

At what point? Which one? That’s all I said to the Q, he knows what I said?

Whoa!

18

I walked behind the road party and looked at his back, and I bit his teeth: “Teacher I said I’m not Yang, do you believe?” I’m sorry.

The party stopped and he looked back at me.

Okay, no.

I’ll never do anything like that again!

Love killing? “The road party’s coming at me, Sven’s scum? I’m sorry.

I looked at the door of an open dormitory not far, and I said, “Goodbye to the teacher,” and I ran over.

Because of this, I couldn’t sleep, and then I got sick.

I was lying in my bed looking at the pictures on the screen when Feng Zhen handed my phone to me.

It was at the forum of our school, and the photograph had a prominent title: one or two things that had to be said between the youngest professor and the proud student in the school.

Photos of a road party around my waist and head on my shoulder.

I remember seeing a man in the building across the street who was probably the one taking the picture.

“How did they know it was Mr. Road? I gave my phone back to Feng.

“You don’t know? This office is special for Mr. Lu! Where other teachers can work alone. I’m sorry.

I don’t know. No wonder no one comes to the office.

Feng Xin looked at me with shock: “Oh, come on. The rumors about you and Mr. Road are all over the school. I’m sorry.

Isn’t that why you’re here? What else can I be?

My head is full of pictures, and I’m like, “What’s your identity? I’m sorry.

“You know Rushing Technologies? 冯 冯 神秘 神秘 神秘

I’m nodding, and I know that Rushingtech is the technology industry in the country today. I’ve been playing in that forum, and I’ve been using Rushing technology case studies to analyze it.

“You know Lu Xing Technology donated several buildings to our school in previous years? They donated the new building over there. I’m sorry.

I’ve never talked to anyone since I went to college, and I’ve never looked into any of this, of course not.

“Mr. Road is only 28 years old. Why do you go straight to our school? One person owns an office and doesn’t have to do anything but take lessons in financial market studies, because he’s a young master of the Lu Xing technology board. I’m sorry.

What a setup!

I can’t think of a single move in my head, and I can’t think of the two slaps he’s had.

Fung came up, hugged my arm, blinked at me, and blinked: “You’re so rich! Our school forbids teacher-student love, but if it’s for a road party, it’s different. Don’t forget me when you’re rich! I’m sorry.

I laughed twice and carefully pulled my arm out of her hands.

Don’t tell me I’m nothing now, even if we are. Think about what’s going on behind me. I want to disappear from the face of the earth.

Why is this year so rough?

That’s when my phone rings, and I pick up a strange number.

Pressed the answer button.

“Get downstairs. “The voice of the road party came out of the phone.”

♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪

Why would the road party have my number?

It doesn’t seem so hard to understand the number of a Zhou Woo-jae with a Zhou Zhou party.

I looked out in the dark and squeezed the trigger, “Teacher, it’s late…”

“Take your hat.” I’m sorry.

I hung up without waiting for my call.

Mr. Road? I’m sorry.

I didn’t return her, put my phone back in my pocket, got up from bed, put a duck tongue cap on my head in the cupboard.

In the sight of Feng, I came to the door, and I held my hand in a lock, and then I turned my lips and said, “Don’t tell anyone.” I’m sorry.

I just opened the door.

It was late, and only the road party stood at the door of the dormitory under an invisible tree.

He also wears a hat with a low-pressure hood, and no one can tell who he is without looking at it.

I came to him and thought that he might have seen the picture, and whispered, “Teacher.” I’m sorry.

The road party reached out and held my hand, wondering how long he had been here, and his fingers were cold.

“Come with me. “Leaves took me down, and the sound fell in the air.

I looked at our hands and thought of the post on the forum, and my face burned.

Nobody touches me but their parents and I don’t hate them.

Turns out to like someone so easy.

I never thought of such a day when I knew I was different.

19

When the party took me downstairs in an apartment, it seemed like something was going on.

When I went in with him, it didn’t seem so good to remember that at night, alone men and widows were in the same room. Although it is now the twenty-first century and I am an adult, I am always a man of principle.

Unless the road party immediately confessed to me.

Whoo-hoo, Tang-hoo, what are you thinking?

I shot myself in the head, and I heard the road that followed closed the door and locked it.

Well, his move is already routine.

“Older, teacher?” I can’t even get my tongue out.

I went through the scenes in those sick novels and thought that what was going to happen was beyond my reach.

The party came from behind and his hands crossed under my arm.

Want to hug me? You’re not going straight to the subject, are you? How can I refuse? Why did I come out with the road show without asking?

Pop.

The whole house came out of the air, and I looked stiffly at the power switch on the side of my waist that had been pinned down by the roadside fingers.

I don’t know.

“I’m taking your leave. I’ll go back after the wind. “The road party went from behind me to the front.”

I waited a few seconds to respond to what he said.

It’s really a big deal. It’s just a short post, and it’s already in the forum. And I’ll probably die in the colorful eyes of every road.

I can’t help but think of it.

What a fairy! If he didn’t take me out today, I wouldn’t know what it would be like tomorrow.

Meow, I heard a cat bark two steps back.

Huh?

He heard it. He opened a door and immediately pulled out a brown tiger-stained cat.

As a social menace, I really like small animals.

It’s like he’s always in school.

I just came a little closer and found a fine chain on the cat’s leg, which was tied to the other end of the room.

The road party gave the cat hair softly, and it didn’t seem like he had the chain on him.

“Why put a chain on a cat? * I’m walking and crouching down.

The road party looked at me, and his head was down for a good cat, and his voice was down: “He was tied, and he couldn’t run away.” I’m sorry.

That sounds like a bad feeling.

I’m sure I was caught by a road show before I could touch my hands. His hands tied my wrist and took a closer look at my wrist.

Then I heard him sound a little dumb: “How about you tie up?” I’m sorry.

This…

I’ve seen his cufflinks. Why don’t you take them off now?

The road party looked up at me and looked hard and firm.

And We covered his hand with an empty hand, and said to him, “Can you leave it untied? Lock the door, and I will not run.” I’m sorry.

I’m glad I took the rest of the day off, but I can stay in this house forever.

But it is clear that no one will listen to me, at least not.

I lay on my bed and looked at the chain in my hand, and it was a little quiet.

The other end of the chain was in the hands of the road party.

“Teacher…we, sleep in a bed, it’s not good…” And it’s a chain, as a studied adult, and it’s a bad idea in the head.

The roadside pass and the chain rings as he moves.

The sound makes the quiet room more strange.

“Why not?”

“Sleep. I’m sorry.

But I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept with anyone else since I remember.

It wasn’t much sleep at the party, and I saw his fine sweat through the nightlight. I tried to wipe it off for him, but I could make a sound every time I moved it.

Don’t come near me! “The road party came out low.

I got scared and went to see him. He waved his head, a face struggled.

“Don’t come near! Don’t come near!” And his roar came with a cry that was not easy to detect.

It’s a nightmare. It’s a slightly undetectable cry that goes straight into my heart. I couldn’t look for a chain, and held out my hand and called him “Teacher, Teacher.” I’m sorry.

After two calls, the look of the road party calmed down. Crucified and frowned and loosed.

After a while, I thought he was coming back.

His hand held my hand back, and the chain was snapping because of the impact.

Don’t take me, Don. His voice is careful.

I watched his eyes closed, my heart aches, and with his other hand I gently beat the covers he covered.

“Good. I’m sorry.

20

I was locked up by the road.

I looked at the entangled iron ring in my hand, and I looked at the chain that connected the ring to the ground, and I suffocated.

The cat stomped to my feet, and the thin chain made a sound in the quiet room.

Meow’s head rubbed my ankle.

I crouched down and touched its head: “Do you think the teacher did it too? I’m sorry.

“Meow” cats rubbing my palms with their eyes.

Who can stand this? I’ve become one! Why would a guy like that have such a cute little cat?

I finally had the life I dreamed of, the door was locked from the outside, there was something to eat from the road and a cat was with me.

I’m very satisfied with everything except the chain that’s in my hands.

The length of the chain was precisely calculated, and any place in the house could be reached except by not touching the door.

I started hanging around the house with the kittens.

The house is small. It’s a three-bedroom.

A room where we slept yesterday, a room that closed the kitten and a room that closed the door.

This room should be a study.

I turned around the doorknob, and the room squeaked and the smell of dust came up.

The cat jumped out of my arms and dragged the chain into a dark room.

I was so busy touching the power switch on the wall that the whole room turned on with a bang.

It’s a study.

A strange library.

The cat stopped under a cupboard, he pulled out his claws and scratched the bottom drawer, and came back to me and whispered, “Mowie.”

I walked over and gently pulled out the drawer.

Meow! The cat screamed strangely and jumped into the drawer.

There’s a fur in the drawer. The color is close to the cat’s color.

The cat’s crying and rubbing that fur, it makes me feel bad.

Even if it doesn’t speak, I know that the fur has nothing to do with it, and only the Rover should know.

I taunted the cat, tried to pull it out of the drawer, tried it several times without success, and ran over several books on the shelf, and finally it was the only one left.

And We went down to pick up some of the books that were on the ground, and saw the album on the ground.

The picture open on that page was a young boy with a fine face, but the blues of his mouth could not be ignored.

I picked up the album and I started looking over one page.

Starting with a little boy smiling in front of the camera on the first page, the older the boy grew, the less the smile in the camera, the less the light in his pretty eyes.

Young boys have grown to junior high school, and their faces are becoming more and more sophisticated, as they are between boys and girls. I mean, the face on the photograph was slashed slightly, and it’s like a seven-eight-point-a-way party today.

I don’t know why, the junior high dinners were always chrysanthemum on their faces, and the glasses were as cold as venom.

I went over a page, and the picture of the road party stopped at the middle school level.

And then there’s a little cat, the same color as the fur in the drawer, and it’s more exciting than this one.

Turning over a page, a bloody picture burst into my eyes, like the cat lying in the blood.

I was scared, and I turned it over, and it was this cat picture. The cat stopped being naughty in front of the camera and had a chain on his leg.

When I thought the album was over, I saw the last page of my picture.

“What are you doing? “The sound of the coldness of the road is coming from the door.

I was shaking, and the album slipped from my hand to the ground, and when it fell to the ground, it made a hum.

I looked up at the door of the road, and he opened his cuffs and opened his neck.

He held my chain in his hand, and he had no idea when his glasses had been taken off, and his eyes were all white and plain.

I haven’t slowed down from the shock of the album, and I didn’t know what to say when I saw him.

I had to walk to him with the chain.

As soon as we were at the door, the road was a little stronger, and I fell into his arms.

“Ooh, you don’t listen. “The ludicrous sound of the ludicrous festivities in my ears.

And that’s when I thought of his faces and pictures of him with chrysanthemum on his face, and I felt a pain in my heart and even stretched out his hand around his waist.

“Sir, I’m good. I’m sorry.

21

Photo albums should be something important for a road trip.

He’s holding my hand tighter and he’s breathing harder and harder. And his chin lay on my shoulder, and his eyes fell on the album that fell on the ground.

You shouldn’t touch it. “The ludicrous speech of the road party.

So he’s something important, and I’m gonna hold him, “I’m sorry.” I’m sorry.

“You think I’m dirty too? “The lunar feast rose from my shoulder, and his eyes were still on the album through me, full of emotions I couldn’t see.

And I raised my hand gently, and the chain sounded as I moved, and the look of the road was flashing in my face.

I turned my hand over his eyes and felt his long eyelashes brushing my palm.

“Sir, don’t look. “I calmed him down.

Even the cat felt the mood of the roadie, and he jumped out of the drawer and ran to his feet, rubbing his leg with his head.

Finally, I forced him to step back, step by step, to keep him away from this room.

But I didn’t notice that I was after him and the cat was in the chain, and I didn’t wait for my reaction. The road party was falling back, and I went down with him when I tried to hold him.

As we were about to land, the road party dragged me to his back with my hand.

And so the road party lay on the chain, and so did I.

And he did not speak, and I watched his forehead sprout, and I knew he must have fallen.

I was so busy climbing up, holding the hand of the road party, trying to get him up with me. But he didn’t get up, and he looked at me on the floor, and his eyes were so clear.

“Sensei, the ground is cold. I pulled his hand.

When his hand was so hard, I was kneeling next to him again, and he softly grunted.

And when I looked at him, he recovered his face: “Do you fear? Be with me.” I’m sorry.

How can I be afraid? I’m afraid to be with someone else.

I shook my head: “No fear.” I’m sorry.

His face suddenly burst with a smile and his eyes were lit up.

His hands were on the back of my head, and he held me in my arms, laughing, and he said, “Can you stay with me forever?” I’m sorry.

I’m shaking inside.

“Old Teacher, is that a statement? I’m a little shiver.

The road party rubbed its hand in the back of my head, and groaned, and groaned, “Cut it.” I’m sorry.

What is this fairy welfare. I’m 21 years old. I’m 21 years old.

The happy mood did not last long because I insisted that he take his clothes off and look at his back in order to see if the back was hurt by a chain.

And then I saw a terrible scene.

And my finger shivered over the scar on his back, as if it had suddenly grown to my heart, and I was suffocating.

And when I think about the photos in the photo album, I can’t help but notice: “Teacher, you are…”

The Routine put on his clothes as if the scar wasn’t on him.

I didn’t know how the scars came, but he untied me.

I don’t know if it’s because I told him I couldn’t sleep with the chain, or because it really hurt because he fell on it today, and it made him realize that the chain was somewhat unconvenient.

I’m still in bed.

It’s not because the road party held my hand and slept, which caused my heart to beat 120.

As I was wondering why an identity like the Rover had such a picture and why there was such a scar, the Rover held my hand tight like something to hold on to.

I looked over his head, my eyes were closed and my eyebrow was frowned.

I think it’s a nightmare again.

I was just reaching out for a shot of him, and his hands were suddenly tight.

“Don’t. * And then the * I’m sorry.

It was a nightmare again.

And I shook his hand and whispered in his ear, “Do not be afraid. I’m sorry.

If I hadn’t slept with him, no one would have known that the man who stood in the classroom and talked about extraordinary things would be so vulnerable at night.

Night nights on the road have nightmares, and it’s good that he can calm down as soon as I get him. This resulted in me sleeping late every night and getting up late the next day. If I hadn’t done my homework every day, I might have forgotten that I was a student.

The weird room was locked up and the road show never again.

I started living with him and a cat without going out.

The Rover said I could graduate successfully as soon as I finished his homework, finished his exams and finished my dissertation.

This is a great thing. It’s all in line with my dream about the future, but dreams wake up.

I’m calling my mom this day.

“What did you do last time? “Mom’s voice is coming from across the street.

I remember what I did, and I smiled, “Mom, it doesn’t work! I’m sorry.

I was trying to explain that her fortune-teller wasn’t right. When I was 21 years old, when I had only peach blossoms, that code door was ringing.

This is a time when the road party is in class, and it’s absolutely impossible to open the door.

22

I hung up on Mom’s still talking.

The person who came in from the door was dressed in a suit and his hair was so delicate that he would never have guessed his age if he had not seen the slightest trace of his face.

But I figured it out because he had a six-point-like face.

It’s Lucien’s father.

There was a young man behind him.

I had a cell phone in my hand and I didn’t know where to put it. When I’m so nervous I’m on my toes, I sit across the street.

He was not surprised by my existence, suggesting that he came here for me.

“Dondang”? “Lu Xing sits across from me and says a few words.

I looked at his crotch leg, which was very expensive, and a little nod.

I know ugly women have to see their parents, but I haven’t graduated, and I’m really scared not to have a visit.

I gently put my phone on the chair behind my back and stood up: “Uncle, what tea do you drink? I’m sorry.

There’s plenty of tea here at the Rover. I saw it the other day.

Lu Xing picked up a cow-skin bag from the man behind him and put it on the short one: “No, I have a meeting later, and I’ll be gone soon. I’m sorry.

Good! Next time you come, you can pick out the way.

My hand got mixed behind my back. I’m sorry.

Now I’m in a second round of awkwardness, and I’m standing up, but Lu Xing doesn’t want tea, and I’m not sitting down.

Then I have to stand now…

It’s an easy way to get to the face of Lu Xing! Whoo-hoo!

Lu Xin pushed the document to my side, and said, “I do not want you to be with the Lu Xin. I’m sorry.

I’m all stiff.

I didn’t think about it, but it’s hard to believe that my family’s a difference with the road service.

“Not that you feel bad. I look up, and I point to the bullskin file bag before me, “You’ll see it.” I’m sorry.

I don’t want to see.

Freezed for ten seconds and I reached out to my hand.

When my hand took the file bag, I suddenly had a feeling that as long as I opened it, it would no longer be possible for me and the Rover.

With that feeling, I carefully opened the file bag.

It contains a stack of information, the top of which is a picture of a man in prison. I don’t know that man, but I know his nose and his name.

Don Yoon.

It’s my dad’s name.

I know I had a dad who ran off with the other woman when I was one, and all I knew about him was his name. There is also a ubiquitous and pitiful look from the moment of writing to the neighborhood.

My fingers were shaking, and my mother never told me, but I heard from someone else’s mouth that this man broke the law and went to prison.

And it was only when everyone shouted at him that he caused me and my mother to live such a difficult day for a long time.

I took that picture and all the papers below were his crimes.

He used to provide services specifically to eccentric employers, including the introduction of minors to employers with special paedophiles.

“Just hang out with the boss. This statement appeared several times in his statement.

My hands shiver a little, and I have no more courage to turn.

It’s a great sin.

But I still see the name of the roading party on a pap. The name that pierced my heart and appeared in a place that would never have happened.

My hands are shaking so hard that I can’t see what’s written on it. One heart is thrown into the ice cellar. Finally, I forced myself to look carefully, word for word, at that Tung Yiu-Tian statement about the road party.

“The boss was right in front of his school. I heard he had no one to worry about, just a mom who was hanging out with. I didn’t think her mother heard I could give her 100,000. She said yes without asking.

“Road party’s smart. He ran away from me several times, and his mother sent him back. He would not have been able to escape if it had not been for a car accident on his way to the hospital.

“It’s just to play with the boss, he won’t be beaten if he’s good.

“The skin is so tight that when I was a kid, I must have been beaten. I’m sorry.

Pop — my tears just fell on that piece of paper, on the name of the road party.

Lu Xing stood up and he took the information from me.

He didn’t look at it at all and gave it directly to the man behind him, who put it back in the file bag.

“Don’t tell the Rover I was here. He took two steps and said, “You’re very similar to Don Yoon, he died in prison and you stayed with him.” I’m sorry.

And I stayed by the road and tormented him day and night.

23

“I want you to leave in the name of a father. This is the last thing Lu Xing left me.

No wonder… No wonder he said it again and again.

But it wasn’t him.

The big living room, silently, can only hear its own breath.

The cat stomped on my leg, and the chain on his leg was removed from the road.

I looked at the shorts in front of me, just a moment ago, and there was a pile of data.

I don’t know how long I’ve been watching it, and my phone is shaking, and I’m still looking down on the sofa at that phone that shows Mom calling.

It’s like I’ve got a life-saving straw, I’ve pressed the answering button, and I haven’t waited for my mom to talk, and I’m like, “Mom, Don’s dead. I’m sorry.

Maybe? Maybe it’s just the same name? Maybe I’m mistaken?

The sound on the other side of the phone stopped in my voice and ended up in silence.

Silence scares me.

I’ve never felt quiet like this for a moment.

Mom’s on the phone. “Mother’s not trying to hide it from you, but you’re small. You’ve never had this man in this world. I’m sorry.

It’s like cold water pouring straight to my head. I’ve wanted to be this man, I’ve never been this man, but what now!

I’ve been having nightmares all night. It’s just that the animals that that man does are worse than things, and maybe because I’m like that guy’s eyes.

I was nesting on the couch and watching the sun behind the windows change a little bit over time until the sun was completely off the couch.

It’s the door that’s ringing again.

I didn’t come to the door as usual, because I didn’t seem to have the courage to face the feast.

“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

He’s got a really good smell, and I just need to smell it and my heart will settle.

This time too.

I bend the corner and shake my head.

The road party let me go and came to me from the side of the sofa, and his voice was a bit cautious: “Do you want to go back to school?” I’m sorry.

I looked at him on my side, and his eyes were darker than I could see.

If it hadn’t been for Tang Yuen, would it have been all the stars in his eyes, and would it have grown into a normal sun.

“There’s a lot of people at school. Why should I go back? “I was laughing on the side of the road.

I’ve rarely shown myself to him. And so did the road party, and he lifted up my chin and laughed, “Did you do something wrong?” I’m sorry.

I nodded my head and put my hidden hand before him, so I was a bit embarrassed: “Sir, I broke a cup today.” I’m sorry.

It’s broken when you’re losing your mind, and when you pack it, you cut your hand.

The road party was holding my hand, looking closely at my finger, and wrinkled. He dropped my hand and went to the other side of the closet to take out the first aid kit.

“Does it hurt?” I’m sorry.

My nose is sore, my tears are spinning in my eyes, my head is nodding, and my cry goes, “It hurts. I’m sorry.

It hurts.

Why did my road teacher ever go through something like that?

The drive-by was a little softer, and finally I got a little Band-Aid.

“No more cleaning up yourself. “It started with a harsh tone, and finally looked up and saw my eyes with tears, and it came down soft.

And the tears fell, and I cried, “Okay. I’m sorry.

“It’s my bad, it’s my bad.” I’m sorry.

I shake my head, but tears are out of control.

“If you cry again, I’ll have to cut myself. The sound of panic over the road is coming from above. I listened to that. I was too busy biting my lower lip to stop crying.

I sat on the sofa for a long time, and my emotions calmed down, watching him shake my hand, and whispered, “Teacher, your father’s the highway. I’m sorry.

I clearly sensed the stiffness of the roadside.

The road party held my hand and rubbed my palm. He had a slight cocoon in his belly and scratched my palm a little bit.

“Hmm. “When I was 14 years old, I knew my father was Lu Xing.” I’m sorry.

“Is it funny?” I’m sorry.

I shook my head.

It’s me.

He didn’t know his father was Lu Xing until he was 14, and I knew the consequences of his father’s seed when I was 21.

24

The Rover had nightmares again.

I never knew what he was dreaming about, but this time I know.

When he pulled my hand over and over and over and said save me, my heart seemed to have been torn to pieces.

And I held his hand gently, and I smote his covers, and cried, “Okay. I’m sorry.

Lu Xing came again and left me a ticket to M and a bank card without a password.

I put them in the drawers where they would never turn.

I haven’t made him a meal for two months at the Rover. Every time he comes back to take me to the kitchen and let me sit on the table and watch him cook.

He barely lets me do anything except do homework.

Today I made a table while he was away from the road, and he came home and looked at the table with some incredible food.

“I’m not gonna let you do this. What if I hurt?” “The ludicrous feast took my hand.

“I used to do it at home.” I’m sorry.

“Did you miss home?” I’m sorry.

I was so busy looking down and shaking my head, and now I’m unconsciously avoiding the look of my face.

I’m afraid he’ll think of that man for seeing me.

Because we’re like noses.

I gently pulled my hand out of the operating table and got me a bottle of wine I woke up with.

“Sir, we’ll have a drink today. I’m sorry.

The Rover didn’t refuse.

We all got a little drunk with my intention.

I looked at the good-looking face of the road, reached out and took his glasses off and gave him a kiss with wine.

I was lying in his ear, whispering, “Teacher, I like you. I’m sorry.

After that, I was getting up, and I was caught by the road and the whole thing fell in his arms.

Then a kiss fell down, and it was entwined.

We kissed from the dining room to the bedroom, and when my clothes fell on my shoulder, the road was stopped.

He was breathing on me, and I blinked a little, and I said, “Teacher…”

The pneumatics were even more hurried, and he reached out to cover my eyes and whispered in my ear, “How about waiting for you to graduate?” I’m sorry.

Bad. I can’t wait.

But before I did my next move, the lunar party got up on me and rolled me with a blanket.

All right, Rover, you’ll regret your life for what you’re doing.

I was angry and I fell asleep because I was drunk.

When I woke up, the road party had gone to class.

He has two lessons today.

So Lu Xing bought a ticket today.

I was wearing a duck tongue cap, and I had the headphones in my ear for the first time I saw a road show, holding his album, and I stepped on the plane to M.

I left a long and long letter to the Qur’an, in which I was told the reasons for my departure and I begged him not to come to me, hoping that he would spare himself and the past.

It’s the chairman of Rohingtech, and it’s all in place.

He found me a suburban house in M country, with very few people around.

I’m standing in a house where I’ve never been alone. There’s nothing good in this house except no road party.

It’s amazing. In just six months, I went from being used to one person to two.

I told Mom that I had been sent abroad to study, hoping that she wouldn’t worry about her body.

By the way, I also told her about me and the party, which she was surprised by, and that if the party found her, she would not have told her about me.

I think her mentality should be the same as that of Lu Xing, and I hope that neither I nor Lu Xing will ever have anything to do with it.

I’m relieved.

Actually, I’m actually studying. It is not particularly good in a school, but it is also small internationally. I naturally didn’t have that much power. It was all arranged by the road.

It reassures me, because he’s not gonna let the Rover find me.

It’s like the world’s calmed down. I’m in my little room every day except for classes. I’m the only one in the world who’s got a road dinner in that album.

I don’t know if we’re having nightmares.

And I started having nightmares.

Every night, I dreamt of a single festivities standing on the other side of the road, and those who sought to pass with a single wound could save him.

Every night, I dreamt that when I was a child, I came home every day and saw the rotten leaves thrown at the door and my mother was lying in the corner crying quietly.

Sometimes I can dream that the Rover holds me and asks carefully if I can lock me up. I woke up without a smile.

The thoughts are like demons who eat the heart, and as time moves, my heart is chewed to pieces.

So not everything can be cured by time.

25

I finally found something to do after school. I wrote novels on a novel platform, writing stories about me and the Rover.

It’s a good thing, because it’s only when I write a novel that I feel that the road party is still around and that it’s not going to get eaten up by me.

It’s just that I lied about the end of the novel, and I had a happy life with the road. I also wrote for us a child called Luthor.

Every day I read my novels over and over again as if we were really together in a parallel world.

I didn’t think of it. More and more people are commenting on my novels for a long time.

Looking at those comments, I feel more like I’m actually at the same end of the parallel world than I am at the other end.

Because of the small number of novel platforms, there’s no fire in them.

I come home from school every day.

I’m still afraid to talk to others and I’m still sleeping with my album every day.

It has been more than two years since time passed, and when my novel cooled down and I returned to transparency, I received a review of the novel.

When the novels are on fire, I look carefully at the readers’ comments and fear that a blessing will fall.

This is no exception.

I lit the little red dot and saw a comment on a system’s nickname.

“As your teacher, I never taught you to lie. The phrase, made up of cold words, appeared on my computer screen.

I shook my hands with the mouse.

I’m here to write novels because this platform is secretive, and because there’s no way to read novels.

But I didn’t think the novel was gonna be hot, and I didn’t think the road party was gonna read the novel.

As was the case six years ago, the first idea in my head was to get rid of the net.

Before my hand moved, I jumped a private letter, and then two, three, four.

At this point, my heart has jumped to my throat, and reason has kept me out of it, but my hand is still a little private under the heart.

You don’t have to sell. _Other Organiser

I haven’t found you in hundreds of cities. _Other Organiser

How could I not know? How could I not know that you’re Tang Yoon-Teng’s daughter? I knew it when I first saw you! The first time I went to school to run a story about you, I checked. I thought, “How can a man like that have a daughter?” _Other Organiser

[See you hiding under the dorm, secretly covering a stray cat. I was just wondering, how could a man like that have a daughter like you? I live in the shadows and fall into the swamp, and you are pure as a piece of paper. How can that be? _Other Organiser

Until I find out about your past, until you register the forum I created, until everything is out of my control. _Other Organiser

I sat in front of the computer, and the computer was you and I had a bad day. I thought, “He’s dead, you’ll make it up to him.” _Other Organiser

Private letters are still coming out in one piece, full of rushes.

He’s afraid he’ll be late and I’ll be gone again.

You have nothing to do with him! Only you can pull me out of the nightmare. _Other Organiser

I can’t cry.

I can’t imagine how that year came after another year. He knew everything, but did not tell me anything. He bore nothing but that which he could not bear.

Dom, will you come back? I’m begging you to come back. * The last private letter stopped on the screen.

I can’t refuse all the requests of the Rover.

I’ll knock on the keyboard slowly: _Other Organiser

On the day of completion, I took care of everything and bought a ticket back.

I took the cap, put the earpiece in my ear and walked out of the house where I had lived for more than two years with the album in my arms.

After 10 minutes of the flight attendant ‘ s beep, the plane landed on the ground.

The passengers on the plane were gone, so I took my headphones and walked out. There were a lot of people waiting at the gate, but I saw the man with the mask on him with only one eyebrow.

And he came to me, and I looked down, and whispered, “Teacher, I’m sorry.

He grabbed my chin with one hand and forced me to look up at him. I saw numerous tiny stars in his eyes, and an overlooking face was covered with masks.

“The little heartless, you know? I’m sorry.

As if the crowds passing by had disappeared at once, and there was only Me and the Roading.

I held him gently in his thin body and sucked in his arms: “Sir, I am back.” I’m sorry.

Come back and make it up to you. I’ll make it up to you.

(exhausted text) We’re going to the road party next! A lot of things are happening in diplomacy!

I’m going to have a party.

One.

I was raised in the countryside by people who claimed to be my grandfather and grandfather, who did not know who my father was and who my mother had never seen.

Because of chronic malnutrition, I am much thinner than a boy of my age, so every time they throw mud and stones at me, I can only step up and think about getting rid of them.

I thought the day would go on like this, but I came home from school the other day, and the door was open and there was a suitcase I had never seen.

There’s a beautiful woman in the door.

The woman looked back at me and she had a smile on her young face: “Come to Mommy for dinner. I’m sorry.

I took a step back and then accelerated my steps towards her.

I thought I was headed towards the sun, but I didn’t know which layer of hell was.

The woman who claimed to be my mother took me to the city and she bought me new clothes, new school bags and sent me to school in the city.

It’s all like a dream I don’t want to wake up.

But dreams always wake up.

Women started taking different men home, and each asked me to call him Dad.

The day before she said that I was the most important person in her mind, she could watch a strange man punch me in the face the next day.

My body is always bruised; the parents of my school are always absent; and in my data my father’s column is always empty.

Then I realized I was just a child who couldn’t get rid of her.

The days passed, except for a man who had changed his home, who was occasionally beaten by a strange man, who was not supposed to bring me to the city, except for a woman who thought I was a towed bottle.

Get used to it.

This time, the woman brought back a man named Tang Yoon Tin, who was different from the others. He bought me new clothes, never to fight me, never to call him Dad, and I’ll buy me more than I can see.

Until one day he said he was taking me somewhere.

The woman was still wearing beautiful makeup behind her, and she looked at me softly: “Go to dinner with her uncle.” I’m sorry.

It was a remote villa, and Tang Yoon-Teng gave me at the door to a skinny man, and I watched the high iron door close behind me.

I watched Don Yoo-yun pick up a bunch of money outside the door.

I was sold.

In a dark, damp house, coming out of the shadows of a man who pooped. He came to me and smiled very nicely: “Will you play with him for a while?” I’m sorry.

It was like I was thrown into the 18th floor of hell.

No matter how hard I struggled, how I begged, men took off my clothes.

A phone call came in and he had to let me go. I jumped out of the window without hesitation while he answered the phone. I can’t take care of the pain from the heart.

I didn’t know how far I went, where I was, and I finally passed out with too much pain.

When I woke up again, I saw the woman standing by my bed.

I begged her with red eyes: “Please, do not send me back.” I’m sorry.

She had a hard time with her face: “The feast, the mother has taken the money.” I’m sorry.

When I got out of the hospital, she handed it over to Tang Yeung.

I jumped on his way to the place and I ran and called for help, but no one helped me and no one wanted me to get in the car.

The woman finally showed up in front of me, rubbing the mud on my face with a towel.

I thought she changed her mind, but she sent me there herself, and she waved at me outside the iron door: “Uncle won’t hurt you, Mama will wait for you here.” I’m sorry.

I realized that there was no sun in the world. Everything I can touch is cold.

I was naked and tied up, and I was the man who pooped. No matter how much I beg, or beg him not to come, he laughs very nicely.

I ran in the room, fell everything in the room, kicked a vase to a man, and his smile disappeared.

He took a whip from another man and drew it on me. The whip was punctured, and every time it came down it was like the whole whip was embedded in the flesh.

Just as I shed blood, and when I thought I was dead, my rope was broken behind my back.

I jumped out the window again.

I heard the sound of a bone not knowing whether it was wrong or broken. The pain of stinging a bone came from the leg, and there was nothing left in my head but the idea of dying here, and I ran out of my mind and I ran like crazy.

“Drive-drive-drive” came at me with a strong light.

I looked up and saw a car coming at me.

It’s okay to die.

It’s okay to die.

Two.

“Dip, drop, drop.”

The sound of the machine is getting clearer in my ear and I’m not dead yet.

I moved my eyes a little, a light came in, and it took me a while to get used to it.

It’s a single room.

Wake up! Wake up! Get the doctor! “The people next to me are screaming.

I was looking at him on my side, a man I didn’t know.

I don’t know which man I’m closing my eyes, so why didn’t a car come and kill me?

“Lu, Master has just woken up. “The man next to me speaks again.

I’m wrinkled. Who’s Master Lu?

Open your eyes again, I’ll see the man standing by my bed, the man in a stylish suit, and even the hair is so tight.

I’m surprised that his face looks like mine.

He looked at me, too, and he didn’t see much emotion.

“I’m Lu Xing, you’re my son. He’s sitting down, and he’s making every move, “I’m in prison for anyone who has anything to do with this. I’m sorry.

I don’t understand, and he knows that I don’t understand, and he adds: “including Madame Romero.” I’m sorry.

That woman’s name.

The woman was also sent to prison.

I learned later that I ran into Lu Xing’s car and ordered the driver to take me to the hospital. There is insufficient blood in the blood bank, which requires blood transfusions from the same blood type.

As a member of the same blood group, Lu Xing had no choice but to die, but had been informed by the hospital that his immediate family did not recommend a blood transfusion. Lu Xing looked at my face and decided to do a paternity test.

The result is paternity.

In one month of my coma, he investigated where I came from and what I went through.

I’m just a product of his one-night stand, but he doesn’t have a child on his knees, so he wants to recognize me. Those who hurt me were dealt with by him, including Rommel.

I spent six months at the hospital with the bruises on my back. I had nightmares every night.

Lu Xing invited me hometeachers to take me abroad, and I started studying day and night.

Only when there’s something else in your head can you erase the dirty memories.

I don’t trust anyone, even the psychiatrist Lu Xing brought me.

I no longer fantasize about Lu Xing, even though he has done his duty.

Lu Xing brought me a cat who was cute and naughty and would stay in my arms despite the cold in my eyes.

I raised it for years and it was good, but it was pregnant that year.

Even it got pregnant behind my back.

It’s hard to give birth in front of me.

I watched him lie in blood, and I couldn’t get him to the hospital.

It died on my side.

It’s okay to die.

If you die, you’ll never sneak out again.

I left his fur behind and stayed with me forever, and his little cat was locked up and only locked up would listen and never leave me.

With the kittens, my days were quiet again.

When I was 25, I graduated from a master’s degree abroad and told Lu Xing I didn’t want to take up his business and want to be a teacher.

Lu Xing promised.

He arranged for me to go back home to C, prepare the material, and come back after studying abroad.

The day after my return, I went to Big C, and happened to meet Big C for a freshman. I walked on an empty alley and suddenly a girl ran into me.

With some old suitcases and headphones in her ears, the girl said, “Yes, I’m sorry” with her head down, and she rushed around me.

I couldn’t get back to God.

I couldn’t see my face with that girl’s head down and her nose fell into my eyes. It’s just like Don Yoon’s nose and nightmare memories just go into his head.

I’m rushing up.

She was never seen in the dormitory of the girls again, and she was seen in her old suitcase when I stopped.

I went around the dorm to the other side.

The girl was crouched in a white dress in a corner with a fine sweat on her forehead. She tore her long skirt and moved softly and softly to bind a little cat there.

And the sun fell upon her, as if it had fallen upon the jinn of man.

I stayed in the shadows like dirt, and she was clean and beautiful in the sun. How could there be such an unfair thing in the world?

Her name is Tang Chun, and she is the daughter of Tang Yiu Tian.

I was sitting on a plane flying abroad, dropping down the information in my hand and looking at a familiar and strange city outside the window, as if the whole heart had been covered with fog.

3

I sit behind the computer, and the computer screen is a small forum that I have set up to discuss, from time to time, some issues about the economy.

This is when a comment message comes out, and I don’t normally read it.

But now I’m a little restless, and I light up, and I see a user nicknamed Yang making a bunch of random comments under one of my posts.

I clicked on the user’s home page, it was blank. Is that something, BUG?

I went into the backstage and I saw that Yang was a new user who had just been registered, with an IP address in Big C, really called Tang.

The girl in the white dress showed up in my head and I had her investigated.

How am I supposed to miss her before she gets her file? A clean girl like that has to be dragged into the abyss and stayed in hell together.

For the first time since I established this forum, there is a chat box for the Forum. I took a picture of her muzzle and sent her a question mark.

It’s been a long time since I saw that four words were being entered in that chat box, again and again, without receiving a new message.

I finally got a message when I thought I might be stuck again.

Sorry! I just accidentally hit it and I couldn’t find the deleted key.

Well, when this forum was set up, I didn’t set the delete button.

Because everyone has to pay for every mistake they make.

I was in a quiet room, knocking on the keyboard: [I thought you had a problem with my analysis.] _Other Organiser

This time across the street, it’s coming back fast.

How? Oh, you’re so good.

So we started talking.

After two days of talking, Tang Chun was put on my desk. I looked at the data, and the picture of the girl was right in front of me. The clean and pure eyes are full of evasive, unfocused.

I turned my fingertips and looked at the next page of her body: on average, every two years, and schools turned several times. The reason for the move was that the landlord was aware of Tang Yeo-yun ‘ s crime and refused to continue the rent, and that neighbours were aware of Tang Yeo-yun ‘ s crimes and difficulties.

She had nothing to do with her, even though she did not know what Tang Yiu looked like, but she was cast in a shadow.

There’s new news coming from the chat box on the computer, and I put it down and look at the screen.

I’ve never really had friends, you’re the first, and I’m afraid to talk to people. _Other Organiser

I looked at the input in the dialogue box several times and ended up missing and no new messages.

The words “social phobia” appear in my eyes on the material next to the computer.

My little cat at my feet licked his claws, I reached out and touched his head, and he looked at me and cried.

“Isn’t it a little too easy for me to forgive her? I’m sorry.

The cat kept screaming.

“It wasn’t her fault either. I put my hand back on the keyboard, “but a man who, like me, does not want the world.” I’m sorry.

I’ve collected Tang Yong’s information, taken away from my previous thoughts and decided not to contact her anymore.

I don’t need to pull any more.

But Tang didn’t know what to think and sent new messages.

I once wondered if she was really suffering from social fear.

You’re not gonna ignore me, are you? No, you’re my first and only friend.

It’s like I don’t give a shit about her, and she can drill through the computer.

I took a breath, and I said back: _Other Organiser

I could have told her I didn’t like talking to people, but I didn’t.

She’s got a lot of things to say, and even if I don’t get back to her, she’ll send me every day.

She can talk to me.

And gradually I get used to it, and every time I see her in the dialogue, it’s like I can hear that clean little girl in my ear.

I began to look forward to her every day, with time differentials, and I looked forward to her telling me what she had eaten today and what classes she had.

Until a telephone call came, at the end of the phone, told me that Don Yoon Tin died in prison.

I hung up on the phone, I hadn’t been pulled back to that nightmare, and I saw the line in the chat box on the screen: “Today’s food in the cafeteria is so bad, there’s no salt in the potatoes. _Other Organiser

I look at that lovely cartoon on the screen and I’m thinking about going home.

If Tang Yeol-jin is dead, you can make it up to him.

4

I came home early.

At my request, I teach third year market finance directly this semester.

When the bells were ringing, I watched the girl with the headphones not get up fast. I followed her to the front of the classroom, reminding her, “You’re late. I’m sorry.

It scared her headphones straight down, and I felt a lot better.

She didn’t turn her head back, stammered and ran into the classroom.

Well, it seems a little scary.

When I asked her to sit in the first row, I watched her turn in a stiff, and the look of crying came to the first row and suddenly felt the weather was all right.

“Don Juan. “My eyes were locked in the eyes of a fellow student who hated to bury his head under the table while his eyes were still changing.

She stood up in tremors, staring at the textbooks on the table, and she looked dead to her face.

“Well, you can represent this class. I’m sorry.

As I expected, she’s completely stupid.

So cute.

Those who talk too much in the forum, and I can’t keep up with them, are afraid to say a word in reality.

I didn’t wait for her to come out of the classroom, and I couldn’t seem to let her know I was Q.

It’s as if it’s the funniest thing in the world that I’ve ever forgotten what I am.

Romero got out and pulled me back. She found the school.

“The feast, Mom loves you, you know. She’s standing under a tree, with a face of pain.

Look at her, life in prison should be fine.

I laughed.

She stopped playing with me, and she took a card out of her bag and handed it to me: “This is the address of the Hu’s two daughters, she said she always liked you, and you go meet her.” I’m sorry.

It’s like saying, “It’s all right, it’s just like an uncle.”

I looked at her with cold eyes: “No way! I’m sorry.

She pulled a fruit knife out of her bag and put it on her wrist: “If you don’t, I won’t survive, I’ll die.” I’m sorry.

She can die, but not here. I can’t let anyone know she’s my biological mother, let alone Don Juan.

Don Juan will be scared.

But I didn’t think that in the struggle, the knife would stab me.

When Rommel ran away, I didn’t feel a bit sad. When I walked out of the woods and saw the familiar back, I thought I had to wait until she ran away.

Obviously my body does not listen to me.

Tang was scared to death, ran a few steps and turned back. She’s shaking all over or crouching down on me.

I stood up to her last strength and told her that I had just accidentally stabbed her with a fruit knife. She took me up while she was afraid of the place.

I fell on her thin body, and I tried to keep her down, and I thought maybe God thought it was too cruel for me to send such a cute little girl who lived in the night.

Maybe because I was a little hard on the road, I lost a little bit of blood and passed out as soon as I got to the hospital.

“It’s a fruit knife.” I’m sorry.

I told you she was gonna freak out.

5

“Professor Lou, would you like a nurse from the school? Tang Chun is a student, and it’s no good to delay the course, and she’s a little girl, and there must be no nurse to take care of her. On the phone, Tang Chun’s supervisor advised me not to let Don Juan stay in the hospital.

I looked at the little girl at the door who was sneaking around with a hot bucket.

“No, my class representative is enough here. I’ll take care of her. “The sound has been raised so little that the people at the door must hear it.

In fact, she came in crying, and if she had not had the guts, she would have hit my face with a thermobar.

I watched her put the food right in front of me, so I wanted to stretch my hand.

“Your girlfriend is so sweet, young man. The woman in the next bed said something.

I sent a meal into my mouth to cover my mouth.

Tang’s got a red face on her side and she pulled my horn.

If I don’t talk, she’ll be ashamed to explode and look like she wants to go under the bed.

“Oh, this is my student, my class rep. Sooner or later it’ll be my girlfriend, my wife, who’ll be around for life.

Everything’s going to be okay as long as she’s around.

I turned down the tutor from the hospital, and I looked at him and said, “You don’t think I can teach other classes? I’m sorry.

He was a little surprised, “No, no. Professor Lu’s body is still not fully recovered. He needs more rest. I’m sorry.

I looked at him, and sat down in his place, and looked at him from the bottom: “My body is fine, and this is how it is arranged.” I’m the one who caused Tang to miss a week’s class, so don’t bother the other teachers. I’m sorry.

The conductor nodded his head and withdrew from the office.

I’ve never shown myself here, but it seems everyone knows. It’s good to know, to avoid unnecessary trouble.

I turn on the computer and I can listen to Tang Wing’s bullshit. She’s in the yard for a week. She’s gonna have a stomach full of complaints. But the first thing I didn’t think of was that I was being killed, and I didn’t know when she was out of the woods that night, or how much she heard.

I look at the information that comes out of the dialogue box and I just feel a little headache.

Sven?

Scum?

We have to explain it to her tomorrow.

I wasn’t the only one who could see the beauty of Tang Chun, and I stood in front of the classroom and watched the boy go to Tang Tong in the corner in a crowd of people.

Sunshine spills over her from the window, like a genie falling into the earth.

The boy who looked right in front of him and gave him the note.

The boy’s eyes were more glamorous than his eyes were outside the window, and I said, “Don’t cry.”

It’s true that the good things can only belong to me if they are locked up.

I’ve been in hell for so long, waiting for a light. Why would someone come after me? After all this time, I’ve come to her step by step. Why would he want to rob me?

Such ideas spread rapidly in the mind until Tang pushed in. As soon as she came in, the dark space seemed to be brought in a light.

“Get her, she can only be yours. Once she’s gone, you go back to hell. “There’s a thought in my head that’s raving.

I walked towards her step by step, and my heart fell on me.

“Who is Zhou Woojie?” She’s in my arms with a small voice and a little tremor.

She doesn’t even know who the boy is.

I was pulled back by reason, and I regretted seeing Don Juan’s frightened face, and I didn’t control myself.

I’ve got Zhou Woo Kit’s note.

Maybe ask what your homework is. Aren’t you the class representative? ) I typed a line on the screen.

And then I picked up the note, and it was kind of loud, “Don’t you like me, like you for a long time, can you be my girlfriend?” – Jay Chow. “The two lines of short words are particularly impressive on the note.

How long? Nobody likes her except me.

I put the note in the drawer.

Six.

Zhou Woojie joined the army.

It’s my operation, but he’s blood. If he wasn’t thinking about Tang Chun, maybe I’d appreciate him.

Tang has begun to come to my office, and she’ll write or read on the table I’ve prepared for her.

Days pass quietly.

When I look back and see Don Tang sitting there, I think from time to time that this is just a dream that doesn’t belong to me.

I often wonder, how can she be so clean and pure when she comes from the dark? I didn’t even want to paint it on her.

But some dirty people always show up.

When Rommel threw that address card on me, I suddenly remembered that I was also an unclean person.

I locked Tang Chun in my arms and kept my arms tight. Tighter. It’d be nice if you could get her into your own body. Then I don’t have to worry about her leaving, so don’t worry about her finding me wet and cold.

“Could I lock you up?” I asked her carefully.

She said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

A tumultuous heart settles.

Okay, deal.

Tang Chun found out I was Q, and I was afraid she’d get angry and blame me for cheating on her.

But she didn’t, she didn’t know what to think, from the red ear to the neck, looking at it, even with her lovely fingertips.

Yeah. I think I know what she thought.

I watched her run away with a bag of books, and then the darkness was empty.

I was naturally the first to know about the photo of the forum, and I didn’t ask for it.

She promised me she’d lock her up.

Don’t come in here with me until it’s too late.

She’s so cute. What if I don’t lock her up and get taken away?

She was crouching around the cat’s head.

It’s the first time a cat’s ever met someone other than me, and she’s so gentle, as if anyone could take it with their fingers.

That’s right.

I looked at Don’s wrists, and she could have been picked up by someone else.

But I didn’t think she was really gone.

I ran into Lu Xing’s office with a letter she left, and he sat on his chair and saw me go in.

“She made her choice. I just let her know what she should know. “Lu Xing stood up from the chair.

He came to me, picked up the letters in my hand and read them.

“If she wasn’t the one’s daughter, I’d love her. I’m sorry.

I pulled his letters back and I walked out of his head. “She’s her. Nobody but me. I’m sorry.

Don Juan told me not to go to her. What will I do for the rest of my life?

How can a man who has seen light go back to hell in darkness?

I began to travel to several cities every weekend, every holiday, all the cities that she had mentioned, all those that might be connected to her.

I went to her mom too.

No one knows where she is.

She took my photo album, and she left me nothing.

She’s really smart.

I can only print out that photo of the forum, where I wake up every day to see and tell myself that she’s been here, she’s been with light.

I can’t find her. I went through all the places and couldn’t find her.

I didn’t drink. I finally realized the benefits. I started drinking all night, and I haven’t had a nightmare for a long time, and I can dream that she’s still lying next to me every time I’m drunk.

She gently held my hand and called me teacher.

Heaven is finally soft.

I heard two girls talking about a new novel in the classroom.

It interacts with people who don’t know, but it puts me in place. I found the novel, read it from beginning to end.

In the novel, Tang Xin rejected the offer and remained firmly by the roadside. She spends every day at home doing what she likes and waiting to return from school.

In the novel, Tang Joun said to the Qur’an at its wedding: “There will always be a man who will walk through the mountains and cut down thorns for you alone. I’m sorry.

In the novel, Tang Joo says to the newly born child, “Why don’t you just call him Ruth? I’m sorry.

I put my hand on the keyboard gently shaking.

“As your teacher, I never taught you to lie. I’m sorry.

And hath spreaded a great lie of heaven, deceiving and deceiving himself.

7

The flight number is on the radio, and I’m taking my mask up.

In the novel, Tang Tung refused to go out in the end.

If you want to come to her for years, it’s gonna get worse.

I stood outside the crowd and watched the waves come out. I didn’t see the person with the duck tongue cap and the earpiece coming out.

I walked in front of her, and she looked down on her head and did something wrong.

“Sensei…”

I haven’t heard that for too long, teacher.

I put up with her chin, and I saw her still-pure eyes, and I laughed, “The little heartless, know it’s back? I’m sorry.

Tang Joo’s back, and he’s brought his foreign university diploma. Nevertheless, she never went out again.

She stayed at home, like in her novels, writing novels and teasing cats every day and waited for me to finish my class and go home.

Don and I are finally married.

Little auditorium, only a few.

And We took Tang’s little hand and looked at her little red face: “There will always be a man who will straddle through the mountains and cut through the thorns, only for you.” I’m sorry.

I saw her looking at me with a bit of a shock, and I kissed her with a smile and kissed her little red lips.

“And from then on, you shall be a prison, for me alone. I’m sorry.

Tang Joo’s ear snuck up to red faint, and she looked up against my eyes and said, “Good.” I’m sorry.

She always said “good.” Whatever I asked, she answered “good” with that determination and seriousness.

Soon we’ll have a little life, and this time we’re not a girl like a novel.

Tang was looking at the wrinkled baby boy and frowning his head.

I rubbed her eyebrow in a funny way, and although I wanted a daughter, I loved her little life, which she had suffered so much.

“Daddy’s name is Lou, Mama’s name is Don, so why don’t you just call me Ruth? I whispered.

The little life with the eyes closed squeezed.

Tang Joo-poo laughed out.

It’s a smile.

The birth of Luthor Hall changed attitudes that had never been accepted.

The longer Ruth Hall grows, the more he grows. Lu Xing liked him so much that he often came and stayed with him for a few days. As a result, Ruth Hall was increasingly spoiled by the road, he jumped on the house, and Tang couldn’t help it.

I’ve punished him every time, but I’m satisfied.

He took all the love he deserved in my childhood face and did everything he wanted to do. He’s healthy, he’s alive, he’s open and he’s sunshine.

Tang Qian is also always looking at the way the cat jumps down, and she’s in my arms, and her hands are covered in my hands.

“Daddy likes him so much, maybe he wants to make it up to you. I’m sorry.

I looked down.

Why do we not love him like Tang Zun did to make up for the dark and blind day?

It’s too bad that there’s no law.

When Ruth came out of the study with that old note, I knew he was going to get caught today.

When I couldn’t stop it, the note fell into Tang’s hands.

This note was placed in the bottom drawer of the study and it was completely forgotten, and it was not destroyed.

“Don’t worry, I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. Can you be my girlfriend? Zhou Woojie read it in one sentence.

I looked at her and hid behind her.

Don Juan came at me, “Teacher? Is that my homework?”

I got my glasses.

That night Tang told me to sleep in the study, and that night I punished Roth Hall for carrying “The Show.”

“Presentary, little man. As soon as the soft voice of Ruth House came to this, Tang Joo appeared in front of the library.

“Sir, he’s three years old. Can you be a man?” I’m sorry.

Ruth Hall listened to that and dropped the book and cried.

I watched his tears drop, and suddenly I tried to replace “Show” with “Show.” Of course, in the end, he didn’t carry the “Student’s Watch” nor the “Leaves”.

Because Tang Chun took him away and I was pardoned.

I was lying in bed and Tang was finally in my arms. When did you like me? I’m sorry.

I took her hand and took her in my arms.

“I thought I’d never let you eat today’s cafeteria when you said, ‘It’s too bad today’s canteen, and the potatoes don’t seem to have salt in them.” I’m sorry.

She raised her head from my arms and almost hit my chin.

Even though the nightlight was only on, her eyes were bright: “But you had never seen me before.” What a love! I’m sorry.

Silly girl.

I gently pressed her head back into my arms, without further explanation. Before that, she won’t have to know.

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Let’s give you my finale! Sweet thief!

How to start with a story like “The General has returned from the army and he has brought back a pregnant woman”? Case number: YX11XXRP0m

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.