What would you have done if you’d been the master of Tyman?

I’m a sadist.

It all started when I opened the book on the bookcase.

The cover is simple, only two words —

“Steal.”

It’s not thick, I’m almost 10 lines.

It’s the same name and even the same experience.

I was puzzled, but it was not finished, and a sound was ringing, “Who lets you move?” I’m sorry.

It’s Chowno.

The lead man in the book.

[One ]

A 14-year-old boy was in his early form, wearing a loose short sleeve, he walked over and took the book easily.

Business management? He laughed, “What, interested in my business? I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

The book changed somehow.

People downstairs are calling him.

Zhouno put the book back on the shelf without giving me any more eyes.

Zhouno has been sarcastic to me for a few days.

I looked back at the bookshelf, and there was nothing missing from that typhus, as if it had just been a delusion.

I’m just a delusion.

After all, the woman who is in the book loves the man, and I know well.

I couldn’t have liked Zhouno.

[Sirens]

When I was 14 years old, the flood broke out in my homeland, and my parents were killed in that flood.

Zhouno’s father funded me.

Zhou’s father succeeded in promoting me to the mayor’s office in the run-up to the election.

On the night of the press conference, it was just me and Juno at the table.

He looked at Zhou’s father on TV for a long time and finally looked at me.

“That’s so bad. I’m sorry.

I don’t know who he’s talking about in a while.

I thought Zhouno was resisting me as a stranger until that night I heard the Zhou family quarrel in the study.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking? If you don’t ask me, you’ll take the girl to Chow’s house. I’m sorry.

Zhou’s mother’s voice is sharp.

“Don’t talk to me. You know how many shares you bought behind my back! I’m sorry.

Zhou’s father was on fire.

For some time, it was like breaking something and Zhou’s father fell and left the villa.

And the hall was still, and I saw Twilight, and he leaned against the wall, standing in the shadows, and I did not know how long.

I suddenly thought he wasn’t that lucky.

He turned to me, and he pushed me to the wall, and he looked at me, “What are you, don’t look at me like that?” I’m sorry.

That’s the first time I’ve seen Zhouno go crazy since I came to the house.

Like a little wolf whose head is pissed off.

I know he hates my roots.

[Six]

The turn of events took place in the first New Year’s.

Despite the resemblance, the Zhou family had to return to their homes with dignity.

Zhou’s son and son are well known to Zhouno.

I’m the only one out of line.

Thank God Zhou took me out the door.

He wanted to take him with him last week, but Zhouno disappeared early in the morning.

Zhou’s father took me to an antique store with three big words on the tablet…

I’m one of them.

It’s not a big shop, but it doesn’t have to be stylish.

The old man fell asleep in the rocking chair.

It’s smelly in the oven. It’s a little strong, like a long, suffocating thick wood.

I can’t smell it. I coughed twice.

The old man heard it open.

Zhou’s father walked forward with skill: “Chou, long time no see. I’m sorry.

He put the gifts at the table, and there were others there.

There seems to be only a few more visitors.

It’s not weird.

The town has a long history, most of which is the home of a noble man and a learned family, many of whom are distinguished.

This new year’s visit is no doubt a good time for people to come to terms with.

That smell was a little snorting. I went to the window seat.

This is a good spot, and the river is clear.

In large part, there was rain earlier, and there was some wetness on the pebble road.

Downfall water, tick-tock.

I’m down on the window.

It’s been a while since I saw it.

He’s got a clean face and a black mole right now.

I’m sorry.

The water drops on the top fell into a puddle of stones, and it was a very light sound.

The god of the sky is being pulled back by the sound of the streets.

“We have a young master who loves sweets, and I’ll tell Grandma. I’m sorry.

“Come on, you. I’m sorry.

Sound away.

And suddenly Zhou’s father called her, “Jusha, it is time for us to leave.” I’m sorry.

I turned around for a second to get out of the shop.

“Please, can I be an apprentice here? I’m sorry.

[Four]

Of course not.

I still remember the old man who was drinking tea with no eyelids.

“It’s better to read more than that. I’m sorry.

After New Year’s, the Zhou family was much better off.

I went to the same high school with Zhouno.

Whether it’s true or not, Zhou is not bad for me.

He had only one request, and I had to accompany him in a class.

For the past two years, Zhouno’s sex has been reduced, not as sharp as it was at the beginning, but still unheated to me.

“Ah, Jushar,” pushed my elbow at the table. I’m sorry.

“Happy Birthday”? I shake my head, “I don’t know. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe you’re on the same table. I’m sorry.

It’s not a secret that Zhou helped me out at school.

I shaked my head again and reached out to look for earphones in the drawer.

There were a couple of boys at the door who had just finished the game: “Nobo is so good, three-point is a straight second. You didn’t see it. The main face is green. I’m sorry.

“Nobu, shall we celebrate tonight?”

The young man who walked behind was wearing a red sleeveless uniform, tall and sweating with thin muscles.

He’s got hair, sharp eyebrows.

Even though Zhouno’s nature has shrunk, when he stares at you, he inevitably feels oppressed.

I finally touched the earphone line, put it in the right ear, side-faced down on the table, and I stopped looking over there.

So I didn’t know that Zhou Noun’s sight had swiped from me.

“No, something happened tonight. I’m sorry.

There’s a clean, lazy man in the headphone.

[Too long to the weekd]

I don’t know, too long till I drop in your hand.

The light out of the window was a little frowning, and I couldn’t help feeling it.

Yeah.

It’s a long weekend.

V

It’s raining again.

When I got to a house, old Choi was lying in his rocking chair and singing on the radio.

Two years ago, old Choi refused to accept me as an apprentice.

I didn’t want to go back and read a lot of relevant books, but I didn’t want to go into the pit of antiques.

On summer break after the midterm, I ran out of Clearwater almost every day.

It’s mostly private and valuable.

It’s much more useful than a picture in a book.

At first, old CHOI turned his back on me, only to say something like, “It’s lonely, and if it breaks, you’ll be the biggest sin of history.” I’m sorry.

That’s what I’m talking about, and I’m not being stopped from observing other precious items in the store.

I did two full notes at the end of the summer.

Just as I was about to leave, the little old man said with some pride: “It’s not hard to go to school this weekend.” I’m sorry.

I had an unexpected turn back.

The old man Choi told me about my notebook: “No reason to take it from me.” I’m sorry.

So every weekend of school became my day of living.

The chute shivers a bell.

Old Choi opened his eyes and looked at me and said, “Yo, why don’t you come back 10 years later? I’m sorry.

I shot the rain on my body and walked into the store.

The tea on the table is no longer hot, and I changed it and pushed it to old man Choi: “It’s not like you, up early, waiting for the sun.” I’m sorry.

“It’s only been a few years,” said old Choi, “I dared to squeal. I’m sorry.

In that case, hot tea is still served.

I laughed.

The fragrance in the corner oven is running out. I took it out and changed it.

“Did you burn my cedar? I’m sorry.

I moved on, and I went on and on, “Someone came looking for a cat last week, and the cat got hurt on his toes, and I helped disinfect it. It was gonna rain so I left them in the store. You used to smell like you were coughing, so I changed it. I’m sorry.

“Then you’re a good picker. I can’t help but pick one. I’m sorry.

The cedar fragrance is a pure fragrance, a light fragrance, a function of peace and quiet, and a wet cold, which has been scarce for years.

“Am I leaving you a half of it?” And I won’t change my face, and I’ll say, “It’s good for you, and good for you.” I’m sorry.

Old Choi just gave me a white eye and someone came outside.

“Mr. Choi. I’m sorry.

[Six]

Gangnam is in the middle of the rain, and it is wet.

The young men outside the door were wearing umbrellas, a thin white knitted shirt and light-colored leisure pants.

Stand there long and low.

When I took the kung fu, he invited him in.

“Your father let you out? I’m sorry.

“The body is much better than before and the father hasn’t stopped.” I’m sorry.

Old Choi had a cup of tea: “Why do you suddenly remember me? I’m sorry.

He smiled a little, “Thank you very much.” I’m sorry.

There’s something in there that moves me.

I remember a teenager who ran into the store last week.

All of his eyebrows were covered with thin mist beads and a clear black mole was under his right eye.

“Bunnu. I’m sorry.

The sterilised kittens reacted very well, and I responded to him.

It took me a while to tell him the truth.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.

The rain was heavy, and his pants and feet were wet.

I said the cat’s wounds are still not going to be able to touch the water for a while.

He noded, and he had a little bit of control about what to say and coughed.

The rain is so severe that the weak will always suffer.

I changed the fragrance.

It’s almost half an hour before the rain breaks.

I stopped him while I was gone.

“It’s better to wear a coat before you go out again. I’m sorry.

“It was you who avoided the rain. I’m sorry.

Old Choi’s voice pulled back my mind.

I’m going up, and I’m going to put the fresh ginger tea in front of Zeng.

“I’m wearing a jacket this time, not cold. I’m sorry.

And We turned to him, and his clear eyes turned.

Master Tsing is unsavory.

“with red sugar, nothin’. I’m sorry.

And he dazzled, and his eyes turned deeper.

Old Choi hums in his nose and wonders what’s going on.

There was a fragrance box on the table.

“The cedar”?

“The scent you gave them last time was from their home. Old CHOI says, “Well, since it’s delivered, there’s no reason to let them enjoy it. I’m sorry.

Turns out he knows I changed the scent.

“I’m not afraid of being scolded by an old man like me, one fragrance, one cup of tea. I’m sorry.

My eyes and those of the Zeng masters looked at each other and moved away again.

Old man Choi, get up, “Come on, I’ll take it. Help yourself.” I’m sorry.

He took his radio back to the backyard.

I’m the only one left.

I opened first.

“How’s Bennu? I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. It’s time to go. I’m sorry.

I nod my head, and I suddenly remembered I hadn’t told him my name.

“That’s right, I forgot to tell you, I’m called…”

“Jhusha. “I know. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

The last time I stopped him, he asked me, “You know me? I’m sorry.

I’m just saying, “I know. I’m sorry.

The Zeng family is famous in the town of Clearwater.

It is also a matter of public knowledge that the young master of the Chen family was raised in the town of Clear Water as a child and was weak.

He probably thinks I saw him somewhere in Clearwater.

I thought he wouldn’t care, but now he’s doing what I say.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, may I ask the young master for a contact? I’m sorry.

[VII]

It’s already night to go back to Cho’s house.

I thought Zhouno was going out for his birthday, and I didn’t expect to be in the living room.

“Yo, we’re back from Summer. I’m sorry.

The red hair in the depths of the land, with its bright head, is visible in the crowd.

Sitting next to him, Zhouno threw his eyelids at him.

And I bumped into one.

He’s wearing his own clothes today, pulling his hair down in the front of his forehead, holding up the cylindrical five, breaking his neck loose, showing a good collarbone, lazy and sexy.

They’re sitting around, men and women, looking like they’re playing games.

‘Jhusha, come and play.’ I’m sorry.

The depths of the land and the lateness of the sea are small, and they know me very well.

I was just going to say, “If it’s not for me, it’s for Ono’s birthday.” I’m sorry.

After that, you picked me a frown.

Ooh, this smiley tiger.

Words always block people’s retreats.

I sat there, just across from Zhouno.

“It’s me who starts.” I’m sorry.

Two laps of the bottle stopped in front of me.

“Yo-hoo,” Lu whistling, “What’s Natsumi’s Chosen?” I’m sorry.

“Seriously.” I’m sorry.

“Is there anyone you like?”

“There is. I’m sorry.

Words have just fallen, one look has fallen on me, and it is hard to ignore them.

It’s Chowno.

It’s like I didn’t think I’d come back so soon: “It’s so simple. I’m sorry.

“Who do you like, Ono? I’m sorry.

It’s too late to see it.

“This is the next question, and now it’s my turn.” I’m sorry.

I pushed the bottle forward with a small force and pointed it to the surface.

“You’re lying, right?”

Land staring at me.

I blinked and blinked: “The rules didn’t say no. I just turned a little bit. I’m sorry.

“Ano.”

It’s not tough, though it looks like it’s pulling.

That’s why I dared to make fun of Zhouno and Kiryu.

Zhouno pulled his hand out of the ground and dragged his hand: “What with her.” I’m sorry.

He didn’t have a face when he said the two words, even though I felt the light eye of the girl present.

I laughed and changed the subject: “Check one. I’m sorry.

“It’s true…”

When I saw the unexpected look in my face, I kept my mouth shut and said, “Easy! I’m sorry.

Keep your eyebrows up and look who’s afraid of who.

“All right, I want you to dye that thing on your head green. I’m sorry.

“Huh? I’m sorry.

♪ And I’m ♪

Some people laughed, and then they laughed.

Zhouno also had a pick-up.

It’s a big deal to be late for the show: “Eat it, seven hairs a week, and it doesn’t look like it, and it might even call the dragon.” I’m sorry.

“You don’t want to live anymore! I’m sorry.

I’m trying to get a hold of you.

I think the atmosphere is almost dry, and I’m going to leave the crowd and sneak back upstairs.

Zhouno stopped fighting at this time.

“My turn. I’m sorry.

He sits next to the bottom of the land, dilated.

I only saw him pull half the bottle like I did and point it straight at me.

The scene was quiet and anyone could see it was intentional.

I looked at him.

He asked.

“Who do you like?”

[AG/CC]

“Ano, I haven’t chosen yet. You asked first. I’m sorry.

It’s too late to sound quiet.

Zhouno was just looking at me: “She will not choose the big adventure.” I’m sorry.

And when the plume came to my lips, and I didn’t dispute it, he laughed, and said, “Is it true that Ono knows more than we do about Hak-buk?” I’m sorry.

I don’t really choose grand adventure.

So I answered Zhouno: “Who do I like – many parents, teachers, classmates, friends, who do you want to hear? I’m sorry.

Zhouno looked at me a little darker.

Other people look at each other, and of course they don’t want to hear it, but the answer is not wrong.

After all, it’s not specified.

“You’re changing the concept.” I’m sorry.

“Now you’re smart again?” I’m sorry.

“You, you mean me?”

“No, I’m clear. I’m sorry.

“You…”

I’m going up and down and I’m going to fight, and I’m going up and I’m going up and I’m going, “Okay, I’m going up and I’m going. I’m sorry.

“Ah…”

I went straight up the stairs.

It’s weird tonight.

I don’t know what’s coming.

Turning back and playing again.

It’s been a long laugh.

“They scare people away. I’m sorry.

[ix]

“Cut.”

The table was knocked.

The English hearing on the headphone was interrupted…

And I looked up, and I saw the land cruising around the shoulder, and I said, “Come on, let’s eat.” I’m sorry.

It’s been going on for days.

Zhouno used to talk to me at school, not to mention having lunch with me.

On the other hand, when he tried to say no, Zhouno said, “Did my father not come to you for this month’s exam? I’m sorry.

I choked and swallowed it back.

Zhou did call me.

When he entered the library, he just finished processing a bunch of files and saw me come in and pushed a report card from the desktop.

It’s around the corner.

And he rubbed his eyebrow: “Jusha, help Zhouno if he needs it. I’m sorry.

“I don’t want to see this at the end of the year. I’m sorry.

The last sentence is more like an order than an order.

Zhouno needs me, I have to help.

That’s Zhou’s financing my equivalent.

I can’t refuse.

The canteen is overcrowded, and the most important is…

Zhouno’s a mess.

Plus the green hair at the bottom, it’s hard not to be noticed.

“It’s been a few days. Are you really going to change your hair? I’m sorry.

Sitting next to me late, with his chin on the table, on the side, with no intention or no intention, blocking most of his eyes.

“Don’t you think it’s pretty cool to watch it long? I’m sorry.

He said he had a hair.

“Again…”

I didn’t listen to it in the back, because the phone suddenly pops a message–

Hold: [Video]

My heart moves next.

It’s a little video. It’s from the beau.

White cats lying on the floor with their stomachs on, their faces covered in black.

On the top of the head is a boned hand, which is probably comfy, and pink mats are swinging in the air.

The wounds on the top have faded, and can’t be seen without looking closely.

Zen: [It can not only jump up and down now, but also turn the ink over and wipe itself out.] _Other Organiser

Followed by a desperate look.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“…you say so, Hsia Bao?”

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

I look up and my eyes are confused.

“No, Hsia-buk, Lu’s eyes are full.” I’m sorry.

“Nothing. I’m sorry.

I’m not moving off the phone screen.

Suddenly I looked at you last week, cold, and I didn’t know how long.

“You want to come?” I’m sorry.

“Oh, I forgot.” Lu’s head was like, “You haven’t seen our game yet. It’s the finals of the Union.” I’m sorry.

It’s kind of cute to say nothing.

With green hair on your head and soft mouth.

Zhouno slashed deep into the ground: “Speak well.” I’m sorry.

I looked at my classmates who looked this way in the red sleeves, saying, “Well, if you dye your hair back black, I’ll go.” I’m sorry.

“Really? I’m sorry.

“Really. I’m sorry.

“How’s the roll? I’m sorry.

Zhouno suddenly interrupted.

He’s talking about a monthly exam.

I’ve seen Zirano’s rolls, not so much wrong, not so many scores, because he’s empty.

No, I didn’t do it on purpose.

But I do not intend to look into the reasons for this, because Zhouno’s backsliding is heavy when it’s small, but now he’s able to see the shadow of the twilight.

“It’s changed. It’s on your desk. “I’ll pack up the dishes and get ready to get up, and I’ll see for myself, and I’ll go back with you. I’m sorry.

Say I’m leaving.

Zhouno dumped his hand.

“Damn-dum.”

And chopsticks tossed on a plate, and the sound of a crumb.

“Joseph, you really are…”

Really what?

I don’t know, because Zhouno left with a plate.

“O Ano,

Take a deep look and keep up with Junno.

祁 祁 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? I’m sorry.

Ten

The afternoon selection finals were held at the basketball court of the school.

The school is very important and there are many people coming.

Zhouno is bound by red hairbands, the hairs of his forehead are plattered, and the five-dominant edges are duly exercised.

He’s warming up.

I looked at the mineral water next to the eye seat, and it was given to me before the ground went deep.

“Hasakamoto, when the game is over, you bring water to Ono. He’s very nice, especially to you. I’m sorry.

The game has begun.

I just tried to fall down and pick up mine water, but I was accidentally kicked down by people who walked through the aisle.

“Sorry, didn’t you break it? I’m sorry.

The person who came was a girl who was wearing a white dress, long hair, euphemism and guilt.

“All right. I’m sorry.

I picked up the mineral water, I shot it, and I broke the lid, and I drank.

No way, I’m thirsty.

I forgot to bring water when I came out.

It’s still hot out there, though.

The girl sat next to me: “I thought you were going to send water to the people on the field, and it would be bad to think about it. I’m sorry.

I saw her with a bottle of water in her hand.

I laughed, I didn’t answer.

The game was intense, and there was a lot of gas in the audience.

I took this time to study the notes from old man Choi.

It’s been a long month lately.

For some time now, as a whistle went down, the audience cheered.

I looked up and looked at the score.

Zhouno’s team has won a landslide victory.

They high-fiveed each other and turned back to the rest area.

Land waved hard at me.

I didn’t move, but the girl sitting next to me seemed a little excited and ran down.

I followed her behind.

I saw her head on to the Quino. I’m sorry.

Zhouno’s taking his towels and sweating, and he sees people wailing.

“Pipe”? I’m sorry.

That’s what I said.

“You’re home? I’m sorry.

I stopped there.

Dead memories suddenly attacked me.

And that book, which was written a few years ago, is similar to the one that was forgotten, but left a clear name.

Wynth.

The man’s a real boy.

Eleven.

Rudd said he was going to have a good reception for Wenwei.

I was about to leave, but I was dragged away by Wenchah: “Come with Jusha, we’ll meet again and again.” I’m sorry.

She smiled.

Winnessee was a family member, and Wyngam was a country one year before I entered.

Their feelings are much deeper than I’ve been in these three years.

A lot of people from around the world are friends together.

They talk hot, but I’m a little out of place.

“Wanted to go home? I’m sorry.

And suddenly someone asked.

It’s a nice thing to say. I’m sorry.

Zhouno sits next to her.

There was a lot of noise.

It is not surprising, however, that in their eyes it is natural for two people to grow up together and become a couple.

I sat in the corner in peace.

The table was full of crumbs of fruit, scrumbs of ice, piled with ice, and it was very cool.

I ate a lot.

Ice colds seem to be a short time away from some of the strange irritations.

It’s not just because of the warmth, it’s also because of the long-lost Sorrow.

“The Lord is back, and don’t worry about the nest. I’m sorry.

I don’t know who came up with a line in the crowd.

I had a hand.

“What are you talking about?”

It’s getting cold.

I’d like to continue to get the ice cream, and suddenly the plate has been pressed.

It’s Kiryu and Zhouno.

“The ice is better to eat less.” I’m sorry.

Zhouno picked up the fruit plate and gave it to the waiter. I’m sorry.

The next few days have made the scene somewhat weird and quiet.

Or is it the first sound of warmth: “Is this the birth of the Temple of Qingan?” I’m sorry.

She asked about the red rope on my wrist.

Apparently just saw it.

I touched the red rope and smiled politely as an answer.

“What knot? “That’s a red rope. I’m sorry.

“The Qingan Temple is famous for its long life,” he smiles.

One year, ten years,

In the sense that there will be no fear, and peace and joy.

It’s important that this is not self-supporting, but for others.

My grandmother went to the temple for my grandfather, so I met him. I’m sorry.

She turned to me and said, “There are three knots of this, for whom do you not know?” I’m sorry.

Wanderer was smart, and the subject changed the subject.

“I thought it was just a girl’s bracelet, and there were so many ways to come here.” I’m sorry.

Zhouno’s eyes are coming.

Three knots, three years.

That’s when I started living at Chow’s.

He looked at me, a little loose.

And We dazzled our eyes and said, “A man of great importance. I’m sorry.

Twelve

I don’t know when old Choi fell for a walker.

The rocking chair also went off, carrying the bird cage with it, hanging it on a wooden shelf, and making fun of it for half a day.

“It’s been all morning. Why, it’s too tired to save the world? “Once old Choi fed the bird, he didn’t forget to count me.

I smiled a little, and I asked, “Do you think the fate of a man is really written?” I’m sorry.

“Hey, yo.” Old CHOI groaned, and he played with the birds and he asked me, “Did you see the black and blind man at the town? I’m sorry.

“See. I’m sorry.

“Why don’t you go worship him? I’m sorry.

“…”

I have to say, old man Choi still has a steady ability.

“All right, close the shop. I’m sorry.

Old Choi took the cage off.

“Now?”

They’re still out there.

“The kid at the Zheng family said he’d give me a tea set. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

It’s a bit boring in the afternoons of the town.

The sky is clouded with clouds, and it means a little rain.

The Zeng family’s walls are full of flowers.

When I got there, the people waiting at the door were crouching on the ground and rubbing something on the white cat.

It’s like the little guy’s in a pit and he’s covered in mud.

It’s not easy.

Teenage patiently purified his face with a pap.

He’s wearing a simple white shirt today, with his eyelashes down, and the black mole on his eyebrow is like an ink.

Take care.

I went ahead and said, “Take it.” I’m sorry.

“You’re here.” I’m sorry.

A little muddy on his left face, probably accidentally splattered.

I took it back when I reached it.

He stunned.

“You’re muddy here. I’m showing.

He stood up and ran away from his feet.

He bends down on me, and it’s innocent and natural: “My hands are dirty, will you wipe them off for me?” I’m sorry.

Thirteen

Through the courtyard, Tsing took me to the second floor.

It’s like a study room, a penthouse, books and porcelains playing wrongly on the shelf.

The fragrance of the table corner is burning thin smoke.

It tastes nice, cool, comfortable.

Gangnam’s six-month-old mosquitoes are infested in order to repel mosquitoes.

I stopped somewhere.

There’s a math roll up there, and there’s some textbooks next to it.

Zheng Zheng went ahead: “When he was ill before, he was unable to leave the house, he invited a teacher to teach at home. I’m sorry.

I nod my head and whispered, “I can’t believe I made it all.”

Master Tsing slipped his eyes on his side.

There was little rain outside the window.

Zen took the tea utensils and tried to call me, but saw me fall asleep on the bed by the window.

But then he ran in and jumped on the table.

“Bunnu.”

Wrinkled and whispered.

I didn’t think that Bessou was just standing in front of me and then lying down, shaking his tail and not making a scene.

The hysteria is loose, and around me, it closes the windows, covering up the rain.

I don’t know how long I slept.

When I woke up, the window was wet and dazed.

Bulva sleeps in front of me, and the white belly rises and falls.

Look at it. There’s a warm yellow light on the table.

The young man was wearing silver glasses, drawing on the tablets, and he was focused.

And the luminous luminous faces of the youths glitter out of a light as jade.

The sound of rain is leached outside the window, and there is silence in the house.

My heart is so soft.

“You’re awake.” I’m sorry.

I nod, “Why didn’t you call me?” I’m sorry.

“Look how well you sleep. So you get some rest. I’m sorry.

“Ah, the tea…

“I’ve sent someone to old Choi, don’t worry. I’m sorry.

I fell down again, and suddenly I smelled something, “The cedars.” I’m sorry.

“You’re frowning in your sleep, and I’ll change my scent, and I’ll sleep better.” He blinked at me on purpose and said, “One report and one report.” I’m sorry.

He’s talking about the last time I changed his scent.

I smiled.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

I’m just looking down at him, and I’m holding it down, and I’m gentle.

I said, “It’s nothing, it’s just that I feel at peace.” I’m sorry.

He laughed, “Look at me.”

“Hmm. It’s like many years ago.

“Well, young Tsing has a soft eye and a serious tone, “I remember. I’m sorry.

Butler turned over at this time, grunting.

I reached out with a little hairy little head: “The brook is warm, and I am not going out with the beaver.” I’m sorry.

The rain fell and people laughed.

XIV

Back at Zhou’s, the living room didn’t turn on the light.

I pulled the switch, the room was bright.

I wonder, but I see the side of the wall.

His eyes were indifferent and his eyebrow was blue.

“How did you…”

On the second floor, there was a sudden sound of a broken china, followed by a violent quarrel between Zhou’s parents.

I’m sorry.

The Zhou and his family have been together for a few days.

It’s been a long time since Zhou’s family had such an argument.

The door on the second floor of the study was thrown away and Zhou’s body appeared at the door.

And I hastened to the Qur’an: “Go ahead.” I’m sorry.

Zhouno was dragged half by me into the kitchen.

There’s a man upstairs.

Zhou’s eyes didn’t split me, straight out of the door.

Zhou’s father followed me, saw me standing at the stairwell, sorted out the way he looked: “Come back from Choi. I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

Zhou’s father looked at the following table: Zhouno hasn’t returned yet. I’m sorry.

“They’re having a market game tonight. They’re celebrating. I’m sorry.

Zhou stopped asking questions and asked someone to get the car.

Called me before I left.

“Jusha, look more at the surroundings and don’t let him get into trouble. I’m sorry.

Another year of general elections.

Zhou’s family’s rights and interests can be exploited.

A marriage without emotional foundations can easily break the image of peace between the two.

The car started a long way away from night.

Back in the living room, Zhouno had come out of the kitchen.

I didn’t look at him very well, but I found a piece of his knee.

“Come and sit down, I’ll get you the medicine. I’m sorry.

The medicine box is under the table.

I’m down.

Zhouno drags and walks slowly.

His voice is on top: “What are you hiding for me if you listen so much? I’m sorry.

Zhouno must have heard the conversation.

I’ll take the medicine box to the table and open it.

“There’s no reason why I don’t want anything to happen. I’m sorry.

Only iodized wine and some simple drop-downs were found in the case, and I took them out and put them on the table.

“Can you do it yourself?”

I turned my head and asked him.

Zhouno sat on the sofa, took off his hair belt and covered his eyes.

I know he’s never liked seeing him.

I’m gonna get up and go.

Don’t want him to laugh.

Cool, a little sarcasm.

“Jusha, you always do. I’m sorry.

I looked at him.

“Looks like you’re a good man, but you don’t ask me how much I hurt. I’m sorry.

The cell phone sent a message of shock.

I lighted it. It’s from Lu.

You’re home? _Other Organiser

I’m so mad at you! If Nobo hadn’t stopped me, I’d have done it! _Other Organiser

I’m so mad! _Other Organiser

[Oh, yes, please take care of Ono tonight. _Other Organiser

The news went on and on.

I wiped out the screen.

“Lu told me. I’m sorry.

He leans back on the couch, as if he was tired: “Did you think I was causing this?” I’m sorry.

“You’ve done it before. I’m sorry.

He looked me in the eye, dark eyes.

“Uncle Zhou will be taken care of, since he’s behind the other party. I’m sorry.

I looked at it.

“I’m going up first. I’m sorry.

“Wait. I’m sorry.

Zhouno is holding my wrist. It’s not strong enough.

“I’ve also hurt my wrist, so help me. I’m sorry.

Fifteen.

Wendice moved to class.

Her seat is not far away from her.

It is likely that the educational progress abroad is not the same as that in the country, and almost all of the days after the end of the class are looking for Zhouno.

“What do you think you’re like, a sadist? I’m sorry.

I wrote it, and it was funny. I’m sorry.

“Isn’t this the classic white moon that comes home and swears sovereignty and hides in the corners of the house, and smug and sad? I’m sorry.

She said it in one breath, and her eyes looked at me.

I handed her the pen.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Here’s the pen, you write it. I’m sorry.

“Hum.” I’m sorry.

I was about to laugh. There was someone at the table.

“Jhusha. * And the ponytails *

“No change of seat, no water in the toilet.” I’m sorry.

She’s scared.

The day Wendice turned around, there were so many people in the hallway.

Undeniably, the warmth is so generous and beautiful, and with the euphemism of the warmth around it, it is well known.

It’s just that when we were at the same table, when we were at the podium, Wen Chou came towards her, “Hello, class, can I change your place?” I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve just returned home, and I don’t know many people, so I want to sit with someone I know. I’m sorry.

It’s true.

I wrinkled my brows a little unheard of.

To be honest, I’m not very familiar with Wynn and I don’t know why she’s at my table.

All the people in the classroom were looking at it. I saw the new classmates.

If you refuse, it would seem a little unpopular.

And the little ones at the table stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly they held me in their arms, and said, “But people are afraid of life, and they only want to be with the summer and summer.” I’m sorry.

This is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone laugh.

The atmosphere was tempered.

Wenwei didn’t change his seat.

I have to say, I’m still on the same table with you.

But ever since then, the same table has been too hot for warmth.

Now the smile on the warm face is dim without trace.

“I came to ask him, “Do you want to have lunch with us?” And she came around and laughed, “I’ve only been with Ono for so long, but I haven’t had much contact with him. I’m sorry.

At the same table, we blinked and blinked: “How many rollers do we have to eat to make this language art?” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t bear to laugh.

“What? I’m sorry.

Apparently, it hasn’t been sent abroad.

Zhouno came from behind, and he took a glance at me, but he spoke to Wyoming.

“Let’s go. I’m sorry.

Whispering, “Jhusha has not yet…”

“She and I ate. I’m sorry.

I saw you at the table.

Zhouno didn’t look at us anymore and took the lead.

Wendrie followed him.

I’ll see you at the table and I’ll laugh and shake my head: “I’ll take back what I said.” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“The foundation of the sadism lies in the love of the woman’s Lord for the male master’s inexplicable mountains, and the sea and the dead and the dead and the poor, and you (O Muhammad SAW)

Apparently not. I’m sorry.

Sixteen

Today’s cafeteria is still on the rise.

I’ve been sitting at the same table in an invisible position.

And suddenly there was a great whisper.

There are three people walking not far, around the country and deep across the land.

There’s been no more gibberish tans ever since the dark hair got back.

He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Beautiful men and women are always visible in crowds.

This is a topic that is often active in gossip after dinner.

“In this case, I don’t know how to organize you. I’m sorry.

Shake your head at the table and remember what.

“But you’ve been programmed a lot. I’m sorry.

Indeed.

That’s why I don’t want to spend more time with Zhouno in school.

Now I’m happy with it.

I shrugged my shoulders and just wanted to keep eating and sit around and sit down.

“Storch”? I’m sorry.

He sat down naturally and had a small plate of good watermelon in his hand.

“Don’t you welcome?” He smiled and asked me to the table.

Look at me at the table and look back, and say, “No, no, sit down.” I’m sorry.

We asked him, “Why are you here? They are in Zhouno.”

“Come to find you. @Fanny: #Jan25

“What’s wrong?”

I can’t think of any reason why I’m late.

He pushed that little watermelon over.

“Blow the corner. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

At the same table, blinking and blinking, “Is this okay? I’m sorry.

“The late–“

The deep sound of the land was far and near, and when he came, he caught him in the neck.

“You’re too late to eat on our backs! I’m sorry.

There’s Zirano and the warmth in the back.

And he blinked at me while he was in trouble: “Ah, it’s found. I’m sorry.

“What did you find? “I’m sorry.

And I opened my mouth, and Wen Zhu came to the table, and said, “May I sit with you?” There seems to be no room around. I’m sorry.

Zhouno was standing behind her, and he was looking up at me and Qi, and he didn’t see the mood in his dark eye.

“Wow. The same table was silently compared to me.

I’ve got a headache.

[xvii]

It’s been a long time since Rudd sat down.

Wandering always picks up in due course and then naturally turns the subject to their childhood.

Even Zhouno answers one or two sentences from time to time.

The same table and I looked at it, and silently accelerated the food.

After all, no one wants to be forced to listen.

“Ano, do you remember the island we went to when we were kids? We agreed to go again when I came home.” “This summer we’re going together.” I’m sorry.

“Haishima travels? It’s pretty exciting, “Sing, I’m going on a summer vacation. I’m sorry.

“So, you want to come with me? I’m sorry.

I’m suffocating.

It’s a soft smile.

“What’s the rush to eat?” I’m sorry.

He’s got his chin and he’s smiling.

I couldn’t take a good look at him, had a bite of soup, passed out.

Wyngae suddenly asks: “Is Jushar a bit of a believer?” I’m sorry.

People looked at her.

She explained, “I mean, all the people who came on this trip were our childhood companions, and Ju-shea was probably not familiar, and would it be uncomfortable to come together? I’m sorry.

I am.

It’s very sweet, but it means there’s no plan for me to follow.

But I wasn’t planning on going either.

That’s right.

“No, I have something else for the summer. I’m sorry.

“You’re not going to go to that one again?” I’m sorry.

“A waterhouse?”

Let me ask you something first.

“Does Mr. Choi live in a watery house?” I’m sorry.

“It’s like that name, I think, a strange old man. I’m sorry.

I’m not sure why I’m interested in this.

“Do you think that Jushar is going to live in water?” She smiled softly, and said, “My grandfather and Mr. Choi are friends. I can introduce you if you need them.” I’m sorry.

And I’ll be gentle and nod my head: “Yes, thank you. I’m sorry.

Lu wonders: “But Natsuki-bak is already a student of the old man.” I’m sorry.

“Ooh. I’m sorry.

It’s too late.

It’s hard to seem a little reluctant at this point in time to smile with a consistent smile.

“Yes, but Mr. Choi seems to have said he’s not going to graduate in late life. I’m sorry.

I laughed, “Just lucky.” I’m sorry.

“I remember,” the same table said, “I said it’s like I’ve heard it somewhere. Isn’t there a big cultural event at school in a few days? I’m sorry.

“Is this old man good? I’m very curious.

“Mr. Choi is an old Thai fighter.” I’m sorry.

I blinked, but I didn’t think old Choi had a reputation.

“Well, it’s like, “It’s like, “and it’s like, “and it’s like, you know, it’s like, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you’re like, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you, you know, you know, you know, you know, you, you know, you know, you know, you, you know, I’m sorry.

Zhouno’s eyes looked at me, too.

He knows I’m going to Cleanwater every week.

But he thought he had arranged it.

The food in the back was considerably quieter than before.

The warmth looks distracted.

When I’m ready to eat and leave at the table, I don’t know when I’m going to put the watermelon in a box and put it on my plate.

“Don’t waste it, summer schoolboy. I’m sorry.

[18]

June’s tail is hot.

A layer of clouds in the sky will be levelled, and it will be covered with green.

Towards the end of the year, the classroom had to learn its own grievances.

I haven’t been to Clearwater in two weeks.

The simulation rolls have accumulated several times, and recent errors in mathematics have been disturbingly high.

It’s a long way to go, and then it’s his talk show.

Like in the back of the moment…

He’s been banging, and he’s answering a few times.

“Close it down.” I’m sorry.

It’s late.

“It’s kind of red. I’m sorry.

I don’t know where I’m going when I’m out of class.

I’ve lost my mind when he said that.

“You’re busy. I’m sorry.

“How can we break the corner?” He smiled.

“Are you okay?”

He smiled, and his jaw lifted up at my test: “It’s okay to draw the aid line, but it’ll prove to be difficult.” I’m sorry.

It should be said that the lateness is not bad, and mathematicalization is at the top of the grade.

A constructive view is available.

I’m going to ask, and there’s a sudden groaning at the front table. I’m sorry.

She looked out the window, and she said, “Why would anyone look so good when she didn’t know?” I’m sorry.

“What’s going on?” she climbs up to the table, “What do you see with an umbrella?” I’m sorry.

“I just saw it. I’m sorry.

“…”

When the rain fell from the window, it dazzled, and before it was filled with skylights, and the heat of the summer faded in the sound of the rain.

I’m unconscious to see…

The bridge, which came in at the entrance to the school, was walking in a row.

The men at the tail were holding the umbrella, as if they felt something, but they were raising the umbrella.

Face a black eye.

The mist spreads and dazzles.

My heart’s empty.

The deep voice of Lu’s voice came from behind: “Nabba, look–“

I stood up and walked out of my seat in a hurry: “I have things to do. I’m sorry.

“What are you running for?” I’m sorry.

“If the teacher asks, I’ll go to the cultural fair to help. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“No, so suddenly…”

The cylindrical snuggled the obscurity and brought back the sight that looked out the window.

And the sights of Wano were turned for seconds and moved away.

“Come on, get your umbrella back in the classroom. His name is Lu-di.

“Where to?”

“Into the cultural fair. I’m sorry.

[xix]

Downstairs, the pedestrians were crossing the middle hall.

Hold on. I’m sorry.

I’m whispering.

Turn around.

Teenage with umbrellas, bamboo bone handles, umbrella paper.

Keep your eyes open and smile.

I ran over.

“It’s raining, don’t run so fast, just wait for me to come.” I’m sorry.

I filmed the rain and laughed, “I was just so happy to see you. I’m sorry.

Quietly.

I blinked, “Shall I just take it easy?” I’m sorry.

The young master turned his eyes, and he was about to say something. I’m sorry.

He was a middle-aged man with a face not far away, and a good middle-aged man who had come forth from a distance.

He asked me, “Will you come with us?” I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

It’s not a big umbrella. It’ll take two people.

And I asked, “Why did you come?” I’m sorry.

“Comes to the cultural fair,” he explained, “some of the collections of this exhibition are in the possession of the family.” I’m sorry.

“In that case, you don’t have to come in person. I’m sorry.

It is well known that the young master of the Tsing family is in a state of infirmity and has spent so many years in the town of Sing Shui.

“Your body…”

“I’m much better, and I laugh, and this time I’m self-inspiring.”

He looked at me with bright eyes.

“I want to see you. I’m sorry.

Rain falls on the umbrella and ticks and ticks.

“So you don’t have to take it easy because I’m happy too. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Master. I’m sorry.

When he entered, old Choi was sitting backstage drinking tea.

“Yo,” Old Choi’s tea lid was covered with tea, and his eyes were flowing from me to the side of the table, “Come along, I thought he was your master. I’m sorry.

Well, this is a weird thing.

“This is the Ju-sat (Ju-Sah)” sitting next to the headmaster, who smiled nicely, and said, “He heard old Choi’s words before, and his grades were good and good.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t see whose apprentice it is. I’m sorry.

Old CHOI’s so proud.

The headmaster smiled: “But it’s not like it’s time for the students to come in yet. I’m sorry.

Then I realized: ‘Ah, I came to say hello to my master. I will wait outside. I’m sorry.

I looked at him and he didn’t say anything to me.

When he left the backstage, he heard the headmaster asking, “How’s it going? I’m sorry.

Then old Choi’s hum.

“The boy has no idea how well he’s feeling, but he’s not missing anything. I’m sorry.

Twenty.

The lecture started at 9:00.

Besides the weirdness of love, old Choi’s professional skills are not blowing.

One mouth can speak of death as a living, and the reactions of the students at the scene are good in the face of the thick and ancient artifacts.

At the end of the lectures, there will be a free-standing exhibition.

The gallery is on the second floor.

I just walked up to old CHOI and heard a scream.

“Grandpa Choi. I’m sorry.

I’m glad to hear it.

It was not an accident to follow the Zhouno troupe.

Old CHOI’s eyeballs.

“It’s been a long time since Grandpa Choi met me, and when I was a kid, Grandpa took me to your place. I’m sorry.

Old Choi thought for a while, “Win Hung’s granddaughter?” I’m sorry.

“Hmm-hmm. @Ambassah: #Feb14

Looks like Wen Zheng and old Choi are on the move, and I stepped back and ran into a man who came out of the corner.

Hold on. I’m sorry.

“Hold it”?

Both sound at once.

It was me before, it was Kiryu.

Zen held on to me and looked behind me: “It’s late.” I’m sorry.

“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

What do you think? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“Are you feeling better?”

I’m afraid it’s the one that hears the most when it comes out.

He smiled a little, “It’s better.” I’m sorry.

“You know each other? I can’t help but say something.

And he laughed: “No more than he knew, according to his peers, he feared to call me a cousin.” I’m sorry.

That’s a default.

“What the hell is this, Ano–” Lu was trying to poke around, but saw the sight of Junno staring at me and the Zen.

It’s just a warm image that noticed this.

“This is the young master of the family, right? She had a smile on her face, a bit of beauty, and she said, “Well, it’s a man’s name.” I’m sorry.

I touched my nose.

It’s not surprising that Zhouno’s home is in Clearwater, except for Kiryu.

Zen responded politely: “Thank you. I’m sorry.

The guy who ended the scene was Old Choi.

It’s like he’s a little insatiable to talk here: “Come on, it’s not like he’s in the middle of New Year’s. I’m leaving. I’m sorry.

How many steps did he take? I’m sorry.

And I whispered, “He.”

How long has it been?

“That trouble CHOI waited downstairs for a while. I’m sorry.

Zen opened his mouth, met my god, and shook his head.

He handed me what was on his hand.

It’s a little wooden box, a fine sculptor.

It’s very rare to see little cakes of different colours.

“The west street bouquets,” he said, “We’ve been eating sweets for years. I’m sorry.

“The weather here is hotter than the water, and if you’re tired of writing math, you can eat a piece of it, with tea in it. I’m sorry.

My heart’s warm next.

“Good. I’m sorry.

Behind him was the old man who was so kind.

“Uncle Liu, let’s go. I’m sorry.

Zheng Zheng noded with the others and left.

“Hold on…”

I opened my mouth and didn’t know what to say.

It’s like a summer break. I’m sorry.

And then I smiled, and I said, “It’s summer vacation after the exams. I’m sorry.

For the summer…

We’ll meet again.

After Zheng left, Wen Zheng went ahead: “You know Master Zheng, you seem to have a good relationship. I’m sorry.

She looked at the cakes she held for me.

And lo! in the wilderness, standing not far, there was a sound, and there was no emotion: I thought that thou wast studying. I’m sorry.

I frown.

Which one of you smokes crazy?

“Ano–” It’s Lu-di, but the first one to catch up with the warmth.

I’m gonna keep up with him.

And the look in the rear eye swayed from the pastry, unwittingly gliding at the red rope on the wrist, a round, a bit darker.

“Was it held? I’m sorry.

“What? @Ambassah: #Jan25 #egypt

It’s too late to come back to its original form and laugh: “I thought the warmth would come back, and the walls would be better. I’m sorry.

“You…”

“Deep in the land,” he said, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.

Twenty-one.

Zen is above the car, and old Choi has closed his eyes.

The car moved slowly in the rain.

“Chi has something to say to me. I’m sorry.

Zing put the wet umbrella in the bag next to the seat.

Of course he can’t just walk away from it.

“You know what happened to the Jusha girl. I’m sorry.

Not the tone of doubt.

“I know. I’m sorry.

“Why do you think you’re so cold when you’re at the door? I’m sorry.

Old Choi’s eyes are closed, but his hands are in the chair.

Zinjiang knows what he wants to talk to.

He smiled and said, “There’s a set of brones in this exhibition. I’m sorry.

“The Bronze of Bronze?” “The ones that made the soil in the county three years ago? I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

In the same year, a major flood struck the eastern districts and caused landslides, affecting several villages.

During the search and rescue, the rescue team found scattered copper coins and brassware from the collapsed mountain.

After a preliminary assessment, the suspicion was that it was an object of the Democratic People ‘ s Republic of Korea.

The discovery of the small number of graves in the archaeological history has shocked the archaeological community and the capital has sent experts from the Institute to follow up on their development and protection.

Old Choi’s eyes were open: “It was your father who was sent to take care of him. I’m sorry.

And then what came to mind: “You’re with him, too.” I’m sorry.

Zing Node.

“Nacchan is from the county…” I’m sorry.

Zheng Jianxian: Three years ago, I went with my father to Shau County, where the village house was destroyed and the villagers lost a lot of money, probably after hearing about the underground spilling out of the artifacts. They gathered some people to fight in the interim village council, threatening that the lands to be studied by the archaeology team were theirs and that they would be paid a certain amount if they were to dig. I’m sorry.

“They had been fighting for days and had no use, bringing in a little girl who had lost both parents in the floods and pushing her to cry in front of the media. “I don’t know what to think.

“That little girl, is she Nacchan? I’m sorry.

“Well,” Zen followed, “Then the authorities sent the law enforcement team, the villagers clashed with them, and my father asked me to return her to her temporary place of residence. I’m sorry.

Old Choi didn’t answer.

After a long meeting, Zheng Zheng was whispered to old man Choi: “No wonder. I’m sorry.

He’s nuanced.

Old Choi asked him, “Did you go to the street three years ago at the beginning of the year?” I’m sorry.

“What? @Ambassah: #Jan25

At the beginning of the year, he was well, and it was very rare for him to come out of the house. He went to West Street to buy a florist.

“Yes, I went out. I’m sorry.

“No wonder,” said old Choi, “I said the girl came without a word and suddenly said she was going to stay as an apprentice.” I’m sorry.

Old Choi’s foreword does not fit, but he’s got something.

“Huh, one and two, bad luck. “The old man, Choi, sounds like a little bit of a man.

It’s not funny.

“Don’t worry about your shit. “The old man, Choi, is impatient to close his eyes again.

There will be no more than three seconds, but he will hear him again.

“I’m a student, I can’t let her be bullied. Do you understand me? I’m sorry.

Master Zheng knows it’s an open line.

He smiled, but the tone was serious.

“I know, Choi.”

Twenty-two.

The final examination ended at the end of the long and hot month of June.

And the Zhou family came with glad tidings,

Zhou’s been promoted.

The promotion dinner was held in a villa on the outskirts of Zhou.

There was a great deal of fame from all walks of life, and from the balcony upstairs, the lights were on.

I have never liked to be involved in such situations, and I have no reason to.

Fortunately, there is a library on the second floor, all of which are old books moved from Zhou’s house.

One of them looks familiar…

It’s the one that went to The Sorrow.

I’ve done it, I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it.

Three years of talking about a short, short time, and if it had not been for the sudden appearance of the mild, those pieces of memory would have been forgotten long ago.

“Yo,” there’s a noise coming out of the door.

I turned my head, and it was like a few boys passing by, hanging around in their pockets, getting a little drunk on their skinny faces.

“It’s not that– that college bull of the Cho family. I’m sorry.

He’s exaggerating and stretching the tone.

I’ve met this man a few times at a previous party. His name is Wang Ho.

The party’s outside the villa in the yard. Why are these people on the second floor?

I took a two-fingered book from the bookshelf and held it in my arms.

Out of the door was going to leave.

“Oh, what’s the rush?”

Wong Ho reached out and grabbed my wrist.

The goose bumps on the wrist came up in an instant.

“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

In the middle of the struggle, a purple dress appeared on the corner of the stairs and disappeared shortly after.

Wang Ho was intoxicated with his near face: “I was wrong, I think it was the daughter-in-law of Zhou! I’m sorry.

The boys behind him smiled and saw the look in their eyes.

I was trying to figure out where I’d run after I hit him with a book in my hand, and it was ringing behind me.

Wang Ho! I’m sorry.

Wang Ho turned around and met a piece of cake.

Right in the middle, full.

I then slammed the book in my arms into a pile of unreceived people and then dragged them down the stairs.

It didn’t stop until we got out of the hot yard.

“Are you okay?” I’m sorry.

I looked at him.

Zhouno wears a formal today, his coat is taken off, his shirt is on, a few buttons are opened.

He’s halfway down, and he’s showing a collarbone in front of me.

There’s still a little bit of anger in the mood.

I took my breath and waved, “No, thank you. I’m sorry.

Push his hand, I’m going.

Where are you going? I’m sorry.

“The control room. I’m sorry.

Today is a promotion party for Zhou’s father, and Wang Ho won’t let this happen if he is either rich or expensive.

And no matter how Wong Ho takes someone upstairs, it’s good to check the surveillance first.

“I’ll go with you.”

Twenty-three.

Fortunately, the villa was fully monitored and, with the exception of a stairwell with a dead corner, everything was recorded outside the corridor of the library.

Wang Ho did it first, and Zhouno did it to help me.

I was relieved that Wang Ho had been drinking, and it was probably going to start at the party, and with this surveillance, we’re in charge, and the press, and Uncle Zhou won’t do anything to you. I’m sorry.

Zhouno didn’t answer.

He’s watching the surveillance. He’s got a dark eye.

“Chouno”?

“It’s you who’s hurt. I’m sorry.

Zhouno looked at me.

He looked down on his head and his eyes were heavy and deep.

“You have a lot to worry about. I’m sorry.

Zhouno got angry.

My lips moved, but I could not answer.

Back at the meeting, someone was waiting.

Waiter: “Please go upstairs to the study.” I’m sorry.

The guests looked all right. They seemed to have put it down.

Zhou’s father and Wang Ho’s father were in the study, and Wang Ho was sitting next to him, apparently cleaning up.

Wong Ho’s father is a famous real-estate crocodile, and he’s a real-employer.

Let’s get this straight.

“What happened tonight was a dog’s fault. Drinking was a mistake. I’m sorry.

It’s not right, but it’s not half apologizing.

Zhou’s father laughed: “Where are the children fighting? I’m sorry.

I narrow my eyes.

That’s why it’s a big deal.

“Mayor Zhou is a man too. Oh, no. It’s time to call Secretary Zhou. “The royal family will be of help. I’m sorry.

There is no more business to gain than justice for a supported orphan girl.

“Yeah, then apologize. I’m sorry.

Zhouno suddenly said:

I look up.

He went on to say, “There’s the press downstairs, just go down now, okay? I’m sorry.

Wang Ho can’t sit down: Zhouno, why don’t you just pull her on your nose, she’s not short, she’s got a book on me, I haven’t paid her for it! I’m sorry.

Zhouno’s eyes are full of surveillance data. I’m sorry.

The king’s father changed his face: “The Secretary-General of Zhou.”

Zhou’s father spoke, but called me.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry.

Zhouno was standing there, and there was a sudden fall.

Cut. Wang Ho, who had received a few points of satisfaction after hearing it, lost his voice when he came into touch with the eyes of the surroundings.

That’s good. I’m sorry.

Zhouno’s gone without me.

Downstairs, Quil and Luan meet up.

“How are you? Are you okay? I’m sorry.

I shake my head.

He’s a real son of a bitch! I’m sorry.

When Zhouno came out, he never spoke again and walked out the door.

“Take a good rest.” I’m sorry.

And then he followed Chowno.

Luo-di followed me to sit down, “Did Ono tell you? I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Apologize, didn’t he come to you with the cake?” He said, “Chocolate layer. I’m sorry.

“Apologize? I’m sorry.

That’s why you have the cake.

“Yes, he must have thought you were too bad, but how did you know him? I’m sorry.

“…you’re only halfway into the earth. I’m sorry.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.

And I looked in my eyes.

Honestly, I never thought Zhouno would come to me to apologize.

To this day, it has to be admitted that the ” Sorrow ” that I saw when I first entered the family home had no effect on me.

The surroundings are so proud that they give a sweet date from time to time.

Unlike now.

There is nothing more than a sense of disquiet.

Three years later, not only did the unwritten Sorrow never appear, but it was already unclear.

Besides, there’s one thing I know very well…

The beginning of that thing doesn’t mention the hold.

[24]

“Ano. I’m sorry.

And when it reached the gate, the Qur’an reclined on the pillars.

This is the backyard of the villa, but it’s very rare.

Zhouno was playing with a lighter and the light was extinguished on his face.

I can’t see it.

“Are you really going to forget it?”

Zhouno was wearing a lighter, low, and then after a while, he said, “Even if I thought it was over, wouldn’t you have thought long ago? I’m sorry.

“What are you going to do?” I’m sorry.

The flames of the lighters were blown by the wind.

There’s a fire in the eyes of Nagano.

Shadows.

“In your mind, add another fire…”

“Kill him.” I’m sorry.

It’s a little windy, and it’s blowing up.

祁: OK, but do you really think Wang Ho is the one who brought him up? I’m sorry.

Zhouno did not respond.

I don’t know.

This episode did not affect the party.

While the guests were leaving, I saw the warmth standing next to the surroundings.

She’s got her arm around her, and she’s in the middle of a family.

The important thing is that she wore a purple dress today.

I don’t know.

On my way back to Chow’s house, I was in the same car as Junno.

It is understood that none of us will ever speak again.

Until we get back to Chow’s, upstairs.

I got him.

“Chouno, do you believe in life?”

He’s so grumpy, I didn’t think I’d ask.

“No, his eyes are still heavy.” “I know what I want.” I’m sorry.

And I took my breath and noded, “I don’t believe it, and I know what I want.” I’m sorry.

That’s it.

There is no need to be self-centered, and there are so many discrepancies between reality and that thing.

“However, thanks for tonight. I’m sorry.

Zhouno looked at me.

I remember that piece of cake that was smashed, and I sighed.

“Then let’s talk. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

In recent days, the city is in the middle of nowhere, and the weather is hot and boring.

When I packed my things, I saw the car parked at the door.

It happens that the land is deep in the living room, sitting in the trunk.

Seeing me, he said, “Ha-ha!” I’m sorry.

Look on the sofa. Wandering and late.

They’re waiting for Zhouno to travel to the island as agreed.

I got a smile. It’s a response.

“Are you going to Clearwater? “Where are you going? I’m sorry.

“Well, I’m nodding, “I’m having trouble getting back and forth every day, so it’s easier to live in town. I’m sorry.

“Where do you live?”

There was a noise coming from behind.

Turning back, Zhouno came down with his suitcase.

Step away from me and stop.

“The Zhou Home?”

“I live with my master. I’m sorry.

Zhouno heard something he wanted to say, but the land took the lead.

“Why don’t you come to the island with us?” “You’ve got your bags packed, you can’t slow down in the town, you’ve got a lot of opportunities to learn this summer.” I’m sorry.

Puppy-eyed.

It’s a bit of a sting.

He laughed at me, “It’s not unreasonable what Lu said.” I’m sorry.

“No, I’m laughing. Have a nice trip.” I’m sorry.

As soon as the voice fell, Tsino passed behind him.

He kicked the trunk in the bottom.

“Ano! I’m sorry.

Zhouno stood in front of me with one hand in his pocket.

He’s on the deep road.

“Speak nicely. I’m sorry.

[25]

The city is far from being hot in three volts.

From the streets, far away, the sound of oak water is rare.

# Swing and shake #

It’s been a while since we’ve been in Clearwater.

Mr. Choi recently took many new babies out of nowhere, and took a few days of record alone.

I was playing with the new collection when I was outside.

Only old Choi, who was lying in the rocking chair, turned the radio off and raised the volume. I’m sorry.

I’m up.

The people who came in were mid-aged, but they were not very good.

There was a shadow behind it.

Yes.

CHOI. @Ambassah: #Jan25

“What brings you here as a busy man?” “This blow comes with you.” I’m sorry.

It’s like he knows old CHOI’s spleen.

“Of course there’s something to ask old Choi for help,” he smiled, and said, “Chi also heard that some of the old houses in the west were donated to the provincial courtyard, which was intended to repair them and build a historical relic of the town. I’m sorry.

“CHOI’s Qui, the court would like you to sit in town and be the Honorary Dean of this antiquities. I’m sorry.

“I was thinking of something that would make you come here, and I was invited to be a target.” I’m sorry.

This artifact is built, and families are not allowed to donate precious items.

This old man, CHOI Qianjin, is the one who has the greatest knowledge of the town. He is the dean, and his family can hardly hide it.

“In recent years, there has been little information on the special features of the dynasty, and the Institute has taken into account the development and protection of the burial grounds and has sought to study them, but most of the treasures are hidden in the world’s homes and are difficult to open. I’m sorry.

He said, “Sily wants to go, and only Choi can help. I’m sorry.

The old man’s beard was like, “I said the old man had a good life in the capital, and he gave me a bunch of fun these days. He’s waiting here.” I’m sorry.

“Sensei has sent his disciples, so that’s good for you. I’m sorry.

He smiled, and Uncle Choi said so.

In due course, I’ll take the tea and make it to the table. I’m sorry.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.

And the cup which is in front of him, and the pear is broken and the frown of his eyebrow, and he looks at me: “You are Jushar, but be careful and know that he does not like bitter tea. I’m sorry.

Master Tsing saw it too, with his eyebrow bent.

I’m getting a little hot in my ear.

“It’s not very careful. @Ambassah: I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

He smiled at me, and it sounded like he was a little upset: “I didn’t even say hello.” I’m sorry.

The heat of the back of the ear is rising and the momentum is growing.

“Pop.”

Old Choi’s fan threw it at the table and stood up: “You’re going to fuck me up with the old man, and you’re going to bring a little guy to me, and you’re going to sell me cheap, and I’m going to close my door. I’m sorry.

When you’re done with a radio, you have to go back.

And screamed in a cage hanging on it: “I am so mad! I am so mad!” I’m sorry.

“You son of a bitch! I’m sorry.

I was having fun.

The other two laughed.

He also came up and said, “Chou will be old, and then someone will talk to CHOI.” I’m sorry.

Then old Choi turned his back from the fight with the birds: “Whosoever says yes, I did not say, “Ah!”

Father and Master Tsing have gone outside the shop.

“We’ll go back first. I’m sorry.

Language temperature and.

People are really different.

Zhou’s father won’t talk to me like that.

When I was young, Father didn’t look down on me, nor did he have a sense of power over my elders.

I remember the farce three years ago, and he was so kind that he sent me back to the settlement.

“Professor Tsing. I said, “I’ve seen the book you wrote. It’s my first book. I also know that you have been involved in the excavation and restoration of the tombs of the Tsing Dynasty, and that the results of you and other archaeologists have contributed significantly to the study of the culture of Tsing Dynasty. I’m sorry.

“Anyway, you’re really good. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I still couldn’t hold on to the tension.

“I, I hope, will be given the opportunity to enter the library college at the Capital University and become your student. I’m sorry.

“In the end, thank you.”

Thank you for helping me three years ago.

And his father laughed, and he was a little deeper: “Then try hard, and come in with strength, so that I do not have to avoid it.” I’m sorry.

“Ah?” What?

He smiled and understood.

“No matter what, if you do, you will be more than able to do.” I’m sorry.

[26]

Old Choi’s protest was invalid, and he’s been worried about his job for two days.

Those who come to the door suffer from the shadows.

It’s not until today that a new series of articles was sent.

I’ve had a long breath.

The twilight outside the window will arrive and the river on the street will be dyed with gold.

I don’t know where he went.

Meow.

And suddenly, the feet got into a cat with a hairy tail.

“Bunnu! I’m sorry.

I had some surprises, crouched down and picked it up.

The little one’s been fat for a long time, and he’s got a little bit of weight in his arms.

“You’re more excited to see your father than you are to see me. I’m sorry.

Stand by the door and laugh a little.

To be honest, since these days of living in Qing Shui, there has been a lot of work during the day, and at night there has been a lot of study.

I held the cat and blinked: “How can I see a gentleman and a cloud of joy?” I’m sorry.

“Now you’re done? I’m sorry.

“Hmm-hmm. I’m nodding.

“Do you want to go to the old house west? I’m sorry.

May I?

Aren’t the old houses on the west side being repaired?

Yes, it is. It is only planned, and the final design is not yet complete. I’m sorry.

I said, “Let’s go! I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The west side of the town is the old house.

These houses are, to a lesser extent, 100 years old and have been refurbished from generation to generation, so the architectural style is itself a fine work of art.

I went to a house with her and somehow moved into a room.

And there’s a picture on the wall, like a pair of people from the time of the nation.

Men’s long shirts, women’s banner robes.

“Looks like this is the former master’s room. I’m sorry.

It may be too long to hold the window open to see the dust shivering in the light.

The outside light came in and fell.

I look over.

The house seemed to be particularly well-designed, with windows all around it, and it was right in the middle of the arch.

And the green branches of the door revolve around them, and fall down upon them.

The window is like a frame, and the view is invited.

Very elegant.

But the best part is the light.

The window twigs, push both sides out.

The twilight went in in error, and it shined on the faces of men, covered with white skin, and made of beauty.

In the middle of the sentence, maybe I should not, turn around.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

He had half his face, and the light was even more obvious.

It’s a mole right now, and it’s very light.

I laughed, and I went up and said, “It’s nothing, it’s just that Mr. Tsing really came out of the painting. I’m sorry.

I thought he’d come down, but I didn’t think he’d turn his head. “I’m good.”

“It looks good. I’m sorry.

“And?”

And my turn is to scoff, and then… what?

“When you complimented my father yesterday, you were not as dumb as you are now.” I’m sorry.

I thought of something, and I said, “Please, that’s Professor Zheng.” I’m sorry.

“You saw me before, that was not the attitude.” I’m sorry.

At a time when Bessou came back from nowhere, jumped out of the window and went into his arms.

Meow.

He caressed the head of the slave and lamented: “It is true that what is too easy to get is often too much appreciated.” I’m sorry.

And the beaver screamed again like he answered.

Meow.

I don’t know how one cat plays a bitter drama.

I don’t know where I’ve ever seen a light young master.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Laugh or laugh or exaggerate.

I came closer, and I rubbed a squirt on my head.

“We young master Zheng is certainly good at not only doing maths that I don’t know, but also designing tea styles. I’m sorry.

“How do you know I’m designing a teacup?” I’m sorry.

“The last time you slept in your house, and I woke up,” I saw him, “The style you painted on the tablet, and there was a design on the shelf. I’m sorry.

“You don’t like tea, but there’s plenty of fine tea on the tea. I’m sorry.

“The teas are different in style, they don’t look like anything, they want to be your samples. I’m sorry.

“That’s why I knew about you. I’m sorry.

And the light before the nightfall shall be soft, and it shall be nearer, and it shall see that the eye of the face shall fall down, and the mole shall be present.

It tickles.

“If you’re satisfied, can you make a request? I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Can I touch your mole?” I’m sorry.

“…no. I’m sorry.

“Why?”

“You won’t appreciate it if it’s too easy to get it. I’m sorry.

“…” I’m dazzling and laughing.

A young man in the top position, holding a cat while his eyebrow smiles.

“I’m gonna hang you. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

The light and light, and the wind.

My heart hasn’t been so relaxed in a long time, either at Chow’s house or at school.

Now, that’s good.

Keep your head down and watch me laugh.

They all say the beauty of light.

I do not know that this is in the shadow of the sight of those who are seen.

[27]

The number of visitors to Waterwater town has increased in recent days, probably because of the approaching observance of the 1,000th Light Festival.

Old Choi was too busy working on the restoration of the antiquities in the old west.

Just in case there was a mistake in the donation list, I went to the family house.

Honestly, I’m not familiar with Zhou’s house.

Even though I spend the New Year at the end of every year with the family in Zhouno, I’m probably going to Old Choi’s place, and I’m rarely with the rest of the family.

Zhou’s family didn’t react to my arrival, so the housekeeper took me to confirm the release.

I just didn’t think I’d come out and see Juno.

He’s got a suitcase, like he just got back.

Seeing me, too, like I didn’t expect to be here.

“How did you…”

I haven’t finished my doubts yet, but I’ve come in deep and late, and of course I’ve got the warmth.

“Ha-ha-ha!”

Deep in the ground, wearing a green and flowery shirt and leisure shorts, the skin was darker.

He greeted me with joy, saying, “What water do I think you’re doing here?” I’m sorry.

“You traveled to Sea Island. Why did you suddenly come to Clearwater? I’m sorry.

Holds an open coconut deep in the ground, sticks a straw and drinks juice and sits on the couch.

“It’s not Ono,” says, “It’s about a light festival to come back, and the point is that the little man has agreed, and they’re both gone. Can I not come back?” I’m sorry.

“When I’m talking about me, I won’t see you so hard when I come back.” I’m sorry.

“Cut,” “Low down, “and besides, it happens every year. Why haven’t you been so active in the last few years? I’m sorry.

The suitcase was picked up in Zhouno.

“What’s going on? I’m sorry.

“Nothing, take something. I’m sorry.

It’s coming out of there.

“Ano. I’m sorry.

It’s Zhou’s old lady, Zhouno’s grandmother.

She looks happy.

“Grandma. Zhouno called.

The others said hello.

“Why did you come back without saying anything in advance? Zhou’s wife smiles strangely and many children of Zhou’s family, her favorite is Zhouno.

“I didn’t think it through. Zhou Nodo.

“Ano wanted to see Grandma this time. @Ambassah: #Jan25

Mrs. Zhou looks to Wenwei: “It’s so beautiful. I haven’t seen you for a long time. I’m sorry.

A little shy to smile.

Old Mrs. Zhou looked up and looked at the other kids again, laughing that they were going to prepare dinner.

“Yea, it’s been a long time since we’ve had so much fun. I’m sorry.

The housekeeper sent a new checkup list at this time.

I cleaned it up and made sure there was no problem: “Thank you. I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth.

“Mrs. Zhou, I’ll go first. I’m sorry.

Zhouno pulled me, “Let’s eat and go. I’ll take you home after you eat.” I’m sorry.

Mrs. Zhou’s eyes washed my hand from the edge of the earth, and the smile faded, but she said, “Let’s eat together, or else the Zhou’s house will run away all day, and the Zhou’s family has treated you badly. I’m sorry.

I’m looking down.

Zhou, let’s go up there and go all the way to the deep belly. I’m sorry.

“Yeah, yeah, Grandma Chow, let’s go. I’m sorry.

Old Mrs. Zhou’s got to stop thinking about it.

I made it easy.

“Let’s go. Zhou Nodo.

Twenty-eight.

The Zhou master died the previous year, and the Zhou wife is always in the house.

If it were not for New Year’s Day, it would be rare for Mrs. Zhou to see grandchildren.

There’s a nice meal on the table.

Wynth sits next to Mrs. Zhou and probably talks about the short and funny things of her parents and makes her laugh.

Plus the word “deep” on the table is not cold.

I didn’t want to stay for dinner, I took a few bites and went to the bathroom.

When I came out, I walked around the corner, and I saw Kiryu.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s not an emergency, I’ll take you home.” I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

Where’s the emergency?

And I stunned, and suddenly I understood.

He looked at me late and laughed, “I’ve already said hi to Lu, let’s go.” I’m sorry.

I’m standing still.

“If it’s urgent, I’ll go home myself. I’m sorry.

So he turned back late and looked at me, and suddenly he laughed: “Don’t take you to the river like this. I’m sorry.

“I’m so kind to help you with your ideas and your acting. You turn around and you want to kick me out? I’m sorry.

Look at me still standing. He took out his phone and looked at the time.

“If we don’t leave, We’ll catch up.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The night of Cleanwater was hot.

Although the festival has not yet arrived, there is a holiday atmosphere in the streets.

There are many more vendors.

Kirin’s on my side, looks interested.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been here, but it’s changed a lot more than three years ago. I’m sorry.

And suddenly I think of you, “As if you were not a cousin, I haven’t seen you in Clearwater.” I’m sorry.

“No wonder, I’m in a family relationship, and you understand that I’m a distant relative.” I’m sorry.

I’m still thinking, I don’t know what to see, and I’m so excited to run over.

“Come here. I’m sorry.

It’s a clean-up bungalow.

“You want to eat buns?” I’m sorry.

Kiki ordered several times on the menu: “The buns have been open for a long time, and their soup bags are delicious, and it’s still here this time. I’m sorry.

Packed bags and brought them up soon.

I got a copy of it. I’m sorry.

“For me? I’m sorry.

“Don’t tell me you’re not hungry. You didn’t eat much at Chow’s. I’m sorry.

“Thank you. I picked up the bag.

“How come you’re not tanned?” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? It’s like I didn’t think I’d suddenly ask, look at my arms, laugh, “Well, it’s okay, it’s seven or eight bottles of sunproof. I’m sorry.

I can hear him joking.

I couldn’t bear to laugh.

Out of the Zhou’s house, I’m actually hungry.

I took the soup bag out of the bag.

Every soup bag has a small, separate paper bag, and it doesn’t burn on its hands.

Take a bite. There’s not much juice. It’s beautiful with the meat.

“What’s up?”

“It’s good. I’m sorry.

I think it’s a little greasy. I’m a little choked.

“Ahem. I’m sorry.

There’s a little sticky in the mouth, but I can’t.

Slow down, it’s a little funny to get me out of this mess. “Why does Hsiabuk always eat so fast, like someone wants to rob you? I’m sorry.

It’s sticky. I’m gonna have to stay out of my ear.

I avoided it.

His hands are at half-empty.

“I’ll do it myself. I’m sorry.

Swallow the last soup bag and I’ll lift my hand off your hair.

[29]

“Is it hard?”

It’s late.

“What? I’m sorry.

Rin takes his hands back and his mouth is full of smiles.

It’s just a close look, but it’s a sarcasm.

“I said to break the corner. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think it would come up to him, but I’m not comfortable with him.

“You…”

“I do like you. * He won’t stop.

I was surprised.

I stopped and thought for a few seconds and asked, “Why?” I’m sorry.

Why?

I have been supported by the Zhou family for several years, not to say that it was late, but that I was only going to travel in peace.

It’s not strange that it’s the best time to come here.

But as far as I can remember, it’s not as good as it seems to be.

I can’t tell from what I’m saying.

Which one of the three is the easiest to get along, it’s just deep.

I just can’t figure out why Kiryu is interested in me.

“What do you remember when you first came to Chow’s house?” I’m sorry.

At that time, Ono was in a bad mood. The Zhou family, you know, he’s not really against you, he’s just not in control of his emotions, he’s pissed off at you. I’m sorry.

“Liu-di is a protégé. He looked down on Ono before he saw you and threatened to help him clean you up. I’m sorry.

“It was a different thing to see you when I wanted to go to Zhou’s house. I’m sorry.

I looked at him with some curiosity.

He laughed and went on and said, “Li’s been looking for a lot of information about you before he went, and then he complained to me about how people could be so miserable. I’m sorry.

“When we get to Zhou’s, you just come down from upstairs and look at us. I’m sorry.

It’s like it’s a memory, and it’s a soft smile.

“… very clean, clean eyes, clean eyebrows and clean hair… Anyway, the whole person is clean, looking at us and not afraid. I’m sorry.

“It was Lu’s intention to give you the Maverick as soon as you were seen, but it didn’t work out. I’m sorry.

I remember when he said that.

I didn’t know who.

There’s a guy with a colored hair, half-blue, and he’s taking that flaunting step up.

“Hey, you, you…”

I saw him go downstairs after half a day without a word.

As a result, he continued to raise his volume behind me.

I turned my head.

But this time he’s got the whole story.

“Hello, you!”

The boys behind him laughed.

Then Zhouno came out of the upstairs room and saw the scene, as if he had not woken up and immediately lost three words to him.

“I’m sick. I’m sorry.

I was thinking the same way I was.

Think this guy looks…

Not so smart.

“When I saw you laughing deep behind me, I thought you were a lot worse. I’m sorry.

‘You were biased against me then. You were a fool.’ I’m sorry.

I laughed and didn’t talk.

“I didn’t know what kind of mind I had, but I went to Zhou’s house more often than before. I’m sorry.

“But it’s like summer schoolboys are busy studying, but they don’t play with us much, either at school, and they can’t even say hello. It’s thanks to Deep, we have an excuse. I can see you don’t hate Deep, but you two are closer. I’m sorry.

“I don’t know why I’m interested in you, but when I first saw you, I thought you were thin and weak, but it wasn’t, unexpectedly, disgusting. There were times when you were at school looking for Ono, you were sitting in a quiet and quiet place, looking good, but when you were teasing deep, you were alive. I’m sorry.

I bit the soup bag, and I didn’t know what to say, except for a few mistakes.

Saying, ‘I do not envy Mu’ah, but I seem to have a little more consolation than Ono, at least you did not turn away from me as you did.’ I’m sorry.

And when it came to this, he suddenly looked at me: “You should have noticed that Ono was different from you. I’m sorry.

I narrow my eyes.

“You are under one roof. He knows you better than I do. He’s had a lot of heart gain over the past two years, and it seems to me that he would have treated you like he was one of his own, or else he would not have let Ah-seok show you kindness. I’m sorry.

“Ano’s personality is strange to you because he knows what he did wrong before, but he hasn’t been downplayed for too long. He thought that he could be your debunker, but he didn’t, and I’m afraid I’m not the only one who envys you. I’m sorry.

When Wenwei came back, I held him in my arms, and he touched his nose, and said, “When she came back, when she was young, she would have been able to distract him, so I would have had a chance. I’m sorry.

And then the red rope fell on my hands, and the smile was a bit bitter: “But I didn’t think this opportunity was too short. I’m sorry.

“There was a lot of things, and they were meant to be. I’m sorry.

[30]

And when he sent me back to the water, he saw him leaning by the door.

Bulnu little piece of shit, crouched at his feet, swayed his tail.

“It’s not easy to think about it or not.” I’m sorry.

I’m gonna stop, just look at him.

“But there is no reason to stop it. I’m sorry.

It’s not on me, it’s on me.

He saw it, and his voice was down with his eyelashes.

“Hold it well. I’m sorry.

It was so good that he could hardly pick anything up, and he could not even speak up against his hidden jealousy.

“I know,” looked at the man at the door, and I felt nothing but relief, “he was always fine. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Hold on. I’m sorry.

And when I came, I was crouching down, and I was following the hairs of the beauties.

He smells up.

“Come back?”

The sound is flat, the eyes are smiling.

I nodded my head, and I went down, “Wait a long time. I’m sorry.

This guy is really enjoying being snored, licking his paws and flipping his belly.

“Well, you sent a message and you didn’t return it. I’m sorry.

I haven’t looked at my phone since Chow’s house.

“How can you see me back so calmly? “I looked down at the cat, and my hair fell out again.

Hold the half crooked head and reach out for me and leave my hair behind.

The black eyes above the tickling mole are now as if they were dipped in water and lubricated: “As long as there is no temper.” I’m sorry.

He helped me put my hand down, naturally, and touched my hand on my puffy head.

The sound is soft.

“I’m out of temper. I’m sorry.

And I was daunted, and I could not say what was bewitched, but I felt only a faintness in my heart.

He was held by a hook.

I looked at him as if there was a lot to say and as if there was much to express, but I didn’t know how to say it.

He just caressed my hand with a smile.

“Are you hungry?”

Like anything knows.

I don’t have to say, he knows.

“Well, I only ate a few buns tonight. * I don’t know what I’m feeling * I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

“Don’t squeak when you’re back. “Once old Choi opens the back door, he can smell the scent.

It smells like food.

“You cook? I’m sorry.

I know old CHOI well. He never cooks himself, he doesn’t eat outside.

When he had lived alone, he had been assigned three meals a day.

And while I’m here, I make almost everything.

“Well,” he pulled me up, “I wanted to cook you a few snacks, but I didn’t think that CHOI would eat. I’m sorry.

“He’s very picky. I whispered, “I want to cook again, and I don’t like what I did.” I’m sorry.

But every time I couldn’t get old man Choi to bring the cook back, he said he’d save money.

Then turn around and eat your food clean.

“You haven’t got enough ink. “Old CHOI said it quickly and quickly.

And I have some laughs: “Believe it or not, he only asked us to take a formality, but he wanted to eat it himself.” I’m sorry.

“I believe,” he laughed, and said, “I want to eat when I’m done, but I said I can’t eat until you come back.” I’m sorry.

We held his hand tight again: “Let’s eat.” I’m sorry.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry.

I knew for a moment who I saw.

I didn’t think it was too late.

It was only when I turned my head, but I could only see it waved at me, too late, and there was nothing.

I took my eyes back: “No, he said he would bother you later at the house.” I’m sorry.

“Well, I’ll have the room cleaned up later. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

Thirty-one.

Thousands of lanterns are traditional annual festivals in the town of Clean Water.

On this day, families will be in their own yard with lanterns, which will last until the morning of the next day, in order to ensure the prosperity of the town.

This has also become a feature outside the 100-year-old cultural town of Clearwater, attracting a large number of tourists.

Older people in the town seem to value the festival more than young people.

Mr. Choi has greeted me early this morning.

“Go, go, go, go, go, go! I’m sorry.

“Did you hang this last year or did you change to the Ming Dynasty Jade? I’m sorry.

“…”

Old Choi started talking to himself about his treasured lanterns.

Every year.

I hit a yawn.

No way. It’s really too early.

Following old man Choi up and down and set up the little yard inside, the feeling of fatigue came up.

“Tree, why don’t you hang on to those two Qing Dynasty swipes?” I’m sorry.

The nostrils suddenly gush into a little fragrance, dim and fast.

Raise your head, the man who comes in is holding.

He also had a glass tea in his hand.

The old man CHOI heard that he looked in the lanterns and looked for “The Two-embroided Souls…”

He pushed the tea in front of me.

“What is this? I’m sorry.

“Here you go, fresh tea, stomach. I’m sorry.

Light tea and fine petals can be seen from glass cans.

I don’t doubt it. Open the back and grunt.

And then the next second, the smell of my mouth was like, “Well, it was so bitter.” I’m sorry.

It’s too fast.

The tea swallows, but the bitter taste is still in the mouth.

And then he looked at it, and his eyes were bright and funny.

I get it: “Did you do it on purpose? I’m sorry.

He smiled softly, reaching out a sugar out of his pocket and handing me the sugar paper.

“Not that you have a bad stomach, but I’ve probably been drinking since I was a kid, but I’ve forgotten that ordinary people can’t. I’m sorry.

Sugar is fruity, sweet, and excites the bitterness of the mouth.

But it’s like it’s getting inside.

“…it’s hard. It’s so hard every day. I’m sorry.

It’s no wonder you like sweets so much.

And when he fell down, he laughed, “Are you in pain?” I’m sorry.

“Well, it hurts. I’m sorry.

And he turned his eyebrow: “Then I am doing it on purpose. I’m sorry.

I know he’s trying to make me happy, but it hurts.

“Well, remember, I’m a lot better now than I used to be. It’s just for body maintenance. Don’t worry about it, huh?”

“Ah,” that’s where old Choi yells, like he’s finished. “I’ll believe you for a while. I’m sorry.

“Come and help me hang these two by the door.” Old Choi, with a lantern in his hand, said, “Nacchan, come with me to the ladder.” I’m sorry.

“Good. @Ambassador: #Jan25

I went to the backyard with old Choi and brought the ladder.

He was talking to people when he came out.

He’s a wimp.

She’s talking about something.

I saw us come out and smiled and said hello.

“You must be busy, then I will not disturb.” She cleaned our ladders and looked at them, “Well, we agreed to come tonight. I’m sorry.

The last thing I thought of was, “Yeah, and Jushar, you can come tonight.” I’m sorry.

“That’s it. I’ll go. I’m sorry.

Smiling sweetly, turning away.

I’m standing there, and I’m having a bit of a hard time: “Isn’t she here to invite you to a party tonight? I’m sorry.

“Hmm.” I’m sorry.

I remember the message I sent last night asking if I had time for tonight’s party.

I’ve been looking for this before, and I didn’t think Zhouno would send me a message.

“You said yes? I’m sorry.

To be honest, I wasn’t planning on going, but I didn’t expect Wynn to come to the door and I invited him.

I don’t understand what she wants.

“Well,” nod his head, “I want to see the people around you, and there’s something I want to know.” I’m sorry.

“Something I want to confirm?” I’m a little confused, or I’m just saying, “I’m afraid you’re not comfortable with that. I’m sorry.

After all, it’s probably rare to attend such gatherings.

“It’s okay, you’re with me.” I’m sorry.

Old Choi’s yelling again.

“I’m the only one left to do what you two promised to do.”

Thirty-two

Zhouno has set up a river-lined room.

There were dragonlights on the river and it was also possible to see lanterns on the street across the coast.

There’s a crowd of tourists, and the lights are on.

Unlike a bar room in the city, the renovation and the environment are very elegant.

“What are you doing with so many desserts? “It’s hard to see the dessert sauce in front of me.

The rest of you have a Coke and a big bag of snacks in front of you.

And in this case, the desserts do stand out on the table.

I laughed, “I’m not alone. I’m sorry.

Zhouno heard about me and said, “Ohno, I just ordered some of your favorites, and I don’t know if your taste has changed. Would you like to see them again? I’m sorry.

The other hand was pushed over.

Zhouno came before he moved: “Come on, why didn’t you order Ono?” I’m sorry.

“Yeah, well, it’s hard for you to remember Ono’s preference. I’m sorry.

Somebody’s kidding.

For a while, I just felt like I knew each other.

“That. * I suddenly made a noise *

I’ll see you soon.

There are others.

I took a look at the waiter and said, “Please add a cup of tea, warm, thank you. I’m sorry.

“Okay. The waiter’s voice is out.

“Ju Ha, haven’t you come yet?” Wing said.

I was stunned by what she called “Hold on” and looked at it with my cell phone: “It should be quick.” I’m sorry.

The door was pushed open as soon as the voice fell.

“I’m sorry,” smiles, eyes, “I’m late?” I’m sorry.

The people in the room were quiet for a moment.

I’m looking back, and I just feel like there’s something different going on tonight, but there’s nothing strange about it.

Some girls whisper in their ears.

People here, though in a circle, are probably the first to see them.

Lu’s head was rounded up again: “Well, why don’t you look at it better? I’m sorry.

Yes.

If you don’t know him, he’ll feel a little distance.

Use your face deliberately.

I shot the deep head back.

“Hold on…”

I was just trying to say something, and I got ahead of him.

She smiled: “It’s the first time she’s here, not used to it, so let’s just wait.” I’m sorry.

And when this is over, the gentleness turns to it, and it is: “Sit by my side.”

“Summer. I’m sorry.

He has come to me and sits down naturally.

“Are these for me?” And I said, “I’m kind of hungry.” I’m sorry.

I haven’t been able to say anything yet. I’m sorry.

And it’s like he’s thinking about something, and he’s looking at her: “Yeah, what did you just say? I’m sorry.

Young Master Jin smiled, and was innocent.

Looks like it wasn’t intentional.

It’s like someone ran into a cup of tea and said, “Hey, the tea is turned.” I’m sorry.

It’s a saying that hands don’t hit smiles.

“It’s okay.” I’m sorry.

I’d like to laugh and drink some water.

“I’m worried for nothing. I’m sorry.

It’s not adapted. It’s too easy.

Someone’s eyebrowing a little.

Thirty-three.

Such gatherings are usually the most popular of games.

The table in the house was inconvenient, and the crowd sat around a riverine balcony outside the room.

Ludwig got a card from somewhere and said it was an upgraded bottle.

“The rules of this game are simple, with the random designation of a card, like spades 2, and that card is a joke, whoever draws it, and if the rest of the people draw the same color and the multiple of that number, they can ask or ask the ghost holder, they can refuse, but they can drink this. I’m sorry.

It’s deep in the ground, and it’s a bottle that shakes the line in its hand.

It’s a strong drink, not a drink, but it’s spicy and swollen, and it’s not acceptable.

I don’t know where he found all this shit.

“Three yo. I’m sorry.

Wyngae seems to be particularly interested in the game: “Let’s start. I’m sorry.

And the land washed the cards and spread them on the ground: “Selection. I’m sorry.

This round of jokers is six of hearts.

I got spades, not sides.

“Looks like the first time I was lucky. @Ambassah: #Jan25

I turned my head and turned it over to be the six of hearts.

Several people were drawn from the same color, but several did not have the right to ask questions because of multiples.

Q, she’s a little excited and she’s a little motivated. I’m sorry.

The others are up and up.

People in this circle have known each other since they were kids, they’ve got the same status, they’ve played it.

Although he did not often appear, his family ‘ s status was sufficient to place him at the same level.

“O Moses, neither do you take any part in it, nor do you fear it.” I’m sorry.

A girl named Moses dressed in short shirts, sweet and cool, and seemed to be the master of his will.

She was the one who didn’t know if he was going to do it or not.

“What do you care? I’m sorry.

Musisi is waiting for his answer with a smile.

And I felt the look of the warmth coming, and she laughed at me, and it was a little bit of undetectable pride.

She looked away from me for as long as she could and turned around like she was going to whisper to the sidewalker.

I think I know what to do when I’m here.

Gap.

Just trying to make me feel the difference.

She did not even have to speak out, and the tone of words and behaviour and arrogance of those who did not belong to the circle were already excluded.

It is clear that this was a long time ago when the Wendice invitation came.

Let me see the difference more clearly, whether it’s round or round.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.

The voice kept me alive.

He said, “The one I like is sitting next to me. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

The feeling of comfort came up when the finger on the side of the body was slightly struck.

It’s quiet again.

People have different faces.

Musisi took a look at me, and I know that she doesn’t like warmth and that doesn’t mean she’s nice to me.

And she said, “Oh, no. I’m sorry.

“All right, next game.” I’m sorry.

He rewashed the cards, and this time it was me.

the three of spades.

Zhouno has been staring at me from the moment I started, and he threw out an ace of spades.

Could be the multiple of any card.

“You like who, man and woman like that. I’m sorry.

He seemed to have specifically emphasized the latter words.

It’s a little pale.

I looked at the wild last week and remembered the night of Zhouno’s birthday when he asked the same question.

And I touched the red rope of my wrists, gently and gently, and looked up at the sight of the wild, and said, “I love people.”

“Sitting next to me. I’m sorry.

Thirty-four.

The tone of the tone seems to be more strangely quiet than it was just a moment ago.

The eyes were as heavy as an ancient well, and he did not remove his eyes, and looked at me for a long time: “Jusha.”

“Well, that’s a coincidence. I’ve got spades too. I’m sorry.

And it was not much to open its mouth, but suddenly it came to pass, and he had a card in his hand, and he stood before people.

the six of spades.

He smiled at me, saying, “Well, let me ask you something. I’m sorry.

I looked at him.

“I just ordered a drink. I haven’t brought it up for so long. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

“I swear, this is the worst adventure I’ve ever heard.” I’m sorry.

It’s like a sign of a stalemate, and the atmosphere is so relaxed.

And he whispered in my ear: “Go.” I’m sorry.

I know it’s time to get rid of him, to give him a little thanks and get out of the box.

It’s just I didn’t think it would take long.

He smiled at the waiter and said, “Please give them another cup of tea. I’m sorry.

I grabbed him, “Why did you come out? I’m sorry.

“Of course it’s a runaway.” I’m sorry.

“You don’t like being in there, and I’m done. I’m sorry.

“Ah?” I looked in the middle of the bag, “What about them?” I’m sorry.

So I ordered them cold tea, and he blinked, “Go to the fire.” I’m sorry.

♪ And I’m ♪

I laughed.

Master Tsing has no respect.

“Let’s go. I’m sorry.

Hold my hand up, out of the winehouse.

The streets are like weaves, and many people are dressed in humongous clothes, and kids are playing with little fish lights, and laughs are spreading all over the place.

It’s 10 miles Long Street and 10 miles Long Street.

The river runs through the arch bridge, and the oars are light.

For a moment, I thought I was on a real ancient street.

Walking, I thought of something, “What is it that you said this morning to confirm?” I’m sorry.

“Well” slows down, and it seems a bit embarrassing, “I didn’t look at the show very carefully last time, so I’d like to see if there’s a better-looking guy next to you. I’m sorry.

I really didn’t think of that, “That’s all it is. I’m sorry.

“Don’t laugh.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t listen to him, I didn’t hold my smile, and I tried to make fun of him. “Ah, where’s that young man of my age, the gentle, gentle and courteous, and deviant? Have you seen him?” I’m sorry.

“…don’t laugh. I’m sorry.

If it is stopped, it has no deterrent power.

It was only because the red had already dyed his cheeks, that he was allowed to turn his eyes.

I had a good time.

“Well, well, I’m not going to make fun of him.” “So that’s what you said? I’m sorry.

He learned to be smart this time: “Guess.” I’m sorry.

“I can’t guess. I’m sorry.

“You’re right, I’m not as calm as I seem.” I’m sorry.

He took it seriously: “I’ve probably been sick, and I haven’t felt safe since I was a kid, and I haven’t had much time to spend with you, and I’m afraid of so many other people. I’m sorry.

“I know what you’re in there, you’re on your own, and you’re not sure you’re gonna tell me when you’re down there, but I’m not sure. So I want to support you while there are so many people, even though I know that your value does not have to depend on me. I’m sorry.

Take the light and tender.

“And by the way, you’ve got someone you like, so those who have a different heart for you can stop the damage in time. I’m sorry.

My eyes were soft with him.

I understand what he said, and I understand why he promised to come to the party.

I suddenly felt lucky.

The feeling of being liked and understanding, it’s important that there are people like that around.

“Did you already know why Wen-hyun invited you to the party? I asked him.

“Well,” he did, he touched his nose, and he laughed, and he said, “To be honest, she looks like she can do something like this, and I might also thank her for giving me this opportunity. I’m sorry.

“I swear, this is probably the worst evaluation she’s ever heard. I’m sorry.

I looked at him and looked at him, and laughed with him.

Thirty-five.

The month of August was a long one and rained again at the end of the summer, driving away the last summer.

This vacation is over.

It means I have to leave Cleanwater and go back to Chow’s.

I haven’t seen anyone around the world since the night of the 1,000th. Lu said they went back to town the next day.

No more messages were sent to me after that night.

Back to Zhou’s house, the family was still empty, and even Zhou’s aunt and driver were invisible, except for Zhou’s cooking aunt and driver.

When I pulled my luggage back to my room, I came out and met around the country from the stairs, like just back.

The recent rains are frequent, the outside is wet and the air is cold.

He was wearing a white sleeveless vest with a chain of silver in his neck and a pocket.

I didn’t see any emotional ups and downs, and I didn’t say anything.

It seems to be a little less indifferent than usual.

The school day was set for September 1st, which was also a dark day, and most of the students standing under the opening ceremony were not very good.

It took a while to know whether the atmosphere was artificial or human.

This semester is officially a senior year, and there is a much more positive atmosphere in the class than usual.

But there’s a lot of people around.

Like me at the table.

She had a glass of water and could see the excitement on her face from afar.

As soon as I got down, I was at the same table. I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong? “I looked at her with some humor.

“I went to fetch water, and I heard Wang Ho’s family sent someone to drop out! I’m sorry.

Wong Ho?

The drunk one at Zhou’s promotion party?

The school is usually famous for two types, one for a good-looking family such as Zhou Noi, and the other for a scoundrel with money.

Wang Ho is clearly the latter.

“Why so suddenly?” I asked.

“Do you not know that Wang Ho was told that he had turned over during the summer when he was racing in the mountains and almost died, and his head was broken and he was lying in the hospital?” When he woke up, he said he had been turned over and called the police. I’m sorry.

“It is best to laugh at the fact that the police started investigating his car crash, looking into his network at a time when it was not known who had sent a report to the police office that his father’s real estate company had maliciously pushed up the house price, tax evasion and tax evasion and, above all, that a building that had been developed by his family had collapsed and crushed people. I’m sorry.

“At that time, the team came and hit the gun. I’m sorry.

Barabara is a pile of books.

“Anyway, Wang Ho sent his father directly in for his evil deeds. I’m sorry.

I’m paying attention. I didn’t notice the warmness of the back.

Zhouno turns his pen on his seat, and he’s indifferent.

I don’t know.

“Do you see anything else you won’t?” I’m sorry.

I’ve written a detailed draft before me.

Upon entering the third year of high school, Zhou’s father asked me to give Zhou Noon lessons several times a week.

At first, I was a little bit unorthodox, after all, I haven’t had any more interaction since school.

When the lessons were completed, Zhouno was more peaceful than I thought. I’m sorry.

I know Zhouno doesn’t really need to make amends, and his grades depend on his mind.

Unfortunately, Zhou’s father never paid attention to his paper and concluded, on the basis of his report card, that his son was supposed to be a prick.

Zhouno took the draft, and had to get it right.

It’s the cooking aunt.

“Ano, the gentleman asked you to find him in the study. I’m sorry.

I looked at the screen.

Usually, Zhou’s father won’t come back.

“I’ll be there later. I’m sorry.

Aunty didn’t leave right away, she was a little hesitant.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

The aunt lamented, but said to Zhouno: “Mr. seems to be in a bad mood this time, and you better not hit him again later.” I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry. Is Zhouno in trouble again?

There was no emotional fluctuations in the field, he said, “Yes, go and do your work.” I’m sorry.

“You…”

Zhouno got up.

“Go back to your room. Don’t come out. I’m sorry.

Thirty-six.

I stopped in front of the study.

The door’s open, the sound in it is easy.

“I see you’ve had the guts of a bear! I’m sorry.

Zhou’s voice is heavy and angry.

It’s like he dumped something on the table and hit the china cup next to it, and it sounded like a twilight.

“You know what you did! I’m sorry.

Zhouno’s voice only sounded after a while.

Sneaking, a little sarcasm.

“What, you’re afraid there’s something in there that you don’t clean? I’m sorry.

Zhouno, Zhou’s father raised his voice, “Who do you think you’re talking to?” I’m sorry.

“It is certainly the integrity of the City Council. I’m sorry.

♪ And I’m ♪

My heart beats.

It’s the sound of a cup of tea smashing to the ground, and it’s the sound of it.

“I don’t care what you do with Wang Ho, but you shouldn’t be smart enough to collect the evidence, you know how many people are involved in it, you want to destroy the King’s family, you’re against those people, I can find you, you don’t think anyone else can find it. This is stupid! Zhou’s father was angry and burned.

“Of course it’s stupid. Zhouno’s voice is dim.

“What did you say? Zhou’s father can’t believe it.

Zhouno went on to say, “Of course I said it was stupid, not stupid, but how did those people know it was the son of Zhou?” I’m sorry.

I have a tight eyebrow.

It’s a terrible quiet inside.

Zhouno’s voice continues: “Chou City Council, the road is not going to be easy. I’m sorry.

And my heart was lifted, and some pieces were flashing in my head, and my breath was rushing.

What else is on the table?

The sound of the car downstairs.

Zhou’s anger can no longer be suppressed.

I couldn’t take much. I pushed the door.

“Uncle, Auntie is here. I’m sorry.

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My voice is shaking, and I repeat.

“Uncle, Auntie is coming up. I’m sorry.

Zhouno stood in front of me a little bit, without turning back, and his feet were shattered teacup fragments.

Zhou’s father was so angry that he was thrown over the shelf, and the sound was so dull that he fell on the wooden floor.

My lashes are shaking down.

You’re gonna hit somebody with this.

“What are you going to do to my son?

The sound of Zhou’s high heels stomps on the steps, and the sound of the ripping is sharp.

Zhou’s father took his forehead and returned to his chair: “Get out of here, all of you!”

Zhouno didn’t move. I went up and pulled him in the arm, pulled him out of the study.

Zhou’s voice is still behind her.

I didn’t look back, I pulled people all the way down the hall.

I’m beginning to be glad that the room was in the middle of the room, and the door closed, and the fight in the study room was isolated.

And I took up the glass on the table, and I poured a few, and the beating heart was a little slow.

When Zhouno entered the door, he leaned against it and said nothing.

I moved down the line of sight, and that was when I noticed that he had a strangling of his wrist.

I think it was scratched by a piece of china from the cup.

We pulled the drawer, and We took out a sticker and handed it to him: “Put it on.” I’m sorry.

Zhouno looked me in the eye.

Just when I didn’t think he’d answer, he took the Band-Aid.

And he tore open the way: “I thought you would count me again. I’m sorry.

Put that mouth on it, and when you press down, you get a little sharp pain, “Like that time. I’m sorry.

My eyebrows are soft and my eyes closed.

When Zhouno said it, it was the biggest conflict I’ve ever seen between Zhouno and Zhou’s father since I went to Zhou’s house.

When Zhou’s father was angry, he immediately took the ashtray and threw it into the surroundings, where he did not hide, and fortunately the ashtray passed on with his eyebrow and hit his head with no firmness.

Despite this, Zhouno’s eyebrow had a long wound to the corner of the eye, and the blood fell down, half of his face, and he fell on the ground, ticking, appallingly.

The auntie screamed and called the ambulance.

I watched in the corner, and then took a towel to stop his bleeding and found my hand shaking.

“Don’t do it. Don’t do it again. I’m sorry.

All the lashes of Zanino were bleeding, and he looked at me like this through the blood curtains, and he looked at the black hole and said nothing until the doctor came and took him away.

I opened my eyes and put that look behind my head.

“You stay here until they calm down and you go out. I’m sorry.

Zhouno was silent and sat down against the back of the door, with one leg twisting, one leg lying, a little head-up, and a circle of rooms.

The windowsill had a wooden little shelf against the wall to the sun, not too small, three layers.

There’s plenty of meat on every floor, little, cute.

Zhouno suddenly said, “If you hadn’t come, this would’ve been a grotesque room again.” I’m sorry.

And that when he was a child, he protected him in an endless squall, a desolation, an incorruptible grotesque place.

And I covered my lips and went down before him: “Thank you for Wang Ho, Zhouno.” I’m sorry.

His eyes fell back on me.

“But the body is yours, and there are things that you can’t do until you can bear it, or else you think you’ll hurt someone else, and you’ll get hurt. I’m sorry.

The dark eyes of the surroundings were staring at me, and I sensed at one moment the dark eyes of blood.

For a long time, he dazzled his eyes.

“I’ll tell you something that sounds so stupid, the guy Lu-di once yelled in my ear, saying that we were in this configuration, and in the novel, we were meant to be together. I’m sorry.

“It’s really stupid, right?”

Thirty-seven.

It’s winter and it’s getting cold.

There’s a lot of exams in third grade.

The school also organized self-study on weekends, and the number of times I went to the town was lower, usually weeks apart before going to the previous one.

The Zhou family was also much colder than usual, and Zhou’s father had hardly returned to the Zhou family since the last incident.

Days pass by day.

The only difference was that one day watered in the corridor and met the warm twilight that came back in front of her, and she looked badly and her eyes were red.

“What’s the matter?” “What’s wrong?” was shot in the back, and the same table leaned up with a glass of water and said, “She’s doing something bad that the man has denounced? I’m sorry.

I remember the purple dress that Wang Ho saw that night.

Wandering came by me in haste and looked around the corridor.

I picked my brow, but I looked at the same table.

Since the last time she didn’t mean to make me look like a sadist, Zhouno has been called a man in her mouth.

“What are you doing? I don’t sell. I’m sorry.

I looked at her, and it was dark, and I looked at her. Or the system?”

Then he stood at the table, and pushed me away, and said, “You are insane, and you read novels. I’m sorry.

I’m laughing, and I’m gonna screw the glass.

“I’m kidding you. I’m sorry.

It was supposed to be a little bit of an episode, but in the days that followed, it wasn’t always around.

As usual, Zhouno fell, except that the results of several examinations rose rapidly.

But I didn’t think about what was going on, just because of the recent poor state of the exams, several subjects lost points on simple issues.

When I got back to Zhou’s house that night, I met Zhou’s father.

I stopped and said, “Uncle Chow.” I’m sorry.

When Zhou’s father was exhausted, he saw me lighting down, and walked two steps towards him as if he had thought of something. I’m sorry.

I’m confused to go back.

“You have to be careful. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Zhou’s car is already in front of the door.

“Ano’s life was planned long ago. You’re a smart kid. I don’t want that to happen again. I’m sorry.

I’m a little pale.

Zhou’s father sat in the car, rolled out the window and said the last sentence.

“Jusha, remember, Zhou’s family is a blessing to you. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

When I finished the last paper, I rubbed my eyes and suddenly started to do it on the chair.

There’s an unread message on the phone. It’s from…

Remember to eat.

It’s a beau face bag.

I laughed, and when I moved, the ghost called, but it was too late, and I had to hang up.

Hello? I’m sorry.

The phone’s ringing.

“What’s the matter?” The sound was soft at that end, and then suddenly coughed twice.

“Are you not feeling well?” I’m sorry.

“It’s all right, it was cold the other day,” he said. I’m sorry.

The phone was put in my ear, and I was like, “Well, there’s a math problem that doesn’t. I’m sorry.

The sound of “The Textbook,” over there, “The page.” I’m sorry.

“56 pp. “I’ve been messing with a page.

The people over there have settled and asked, “Is that the conic curve?” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“It’s known that the ellipse is focused on F (1.0…” and he finishes the title, “It’s a common type, remember the formula? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“Then apply the formula and get out a…” sound patient, “…so the vertebrae equation of the circle is out, understand? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

Quiet down, and the one whispered, “Are there any more?” I’m sorry.

“Yes, math is annoying. I’m sorry.

“Well, I know. I’m sorry.

“Chemical irritation. I’m sorry.

“Well, I know. I’m sorry.

“Physical is annoying too. I’m sorry.

“Well, I know. I’m sorry.

I want to see you. I’m sorry.

“Well,” the guy on the other side of the phone laughed, “I know. I’m sorry.

It’s like I’m not hearing you. He’s serious and he repeats it.

“I know. I’m sorry.

I fell down on the table with no words on the phone.

The window was opened, the wind was blowing, and it just blew in, and it got cold and cold.

“Do you want to turn on the video and I’ll watch you sleep? I’m sorry.

I thought about it, and I said, “No, it’s weird. I’m sorry.

People on the other side of the phone were laughing.

“Do you want some bouquets? I’m sorry.

“Do you want it?”

“If you want to eat, you can. I’m sorry.

I looked at the time and sat up and said, “Well, I’m going to bed. I’m sorry.

“Well, it’s still soft, and it’s funny, “Go on, sleep well. I’m sorry.

I hung up and was ready for bed.

All of a sudden I think of something, I went to the table and found math books, and I turned to 56 pages…

It’s a unit of chapter pages, and there’s nothing but a title.

Thirty-eight.

The next day, when I was coming into the school door, someone stopped me.

“Jhusha. I’m sorry.

I turned around, the uncle who was with him at the cultural fair, and then I met him several times when I went to her house.

“Uncle Liu”?

He brought a box of flowers.

I looked behind him.

“He didn’t come,” he saw through my mind and laughed, “He asked me to send you this. I’m sorry.

I took it, and I thought about it, and I wondered, “When I called last night, I listened to some cough. Is he okay? I’m sorry.

Uncle Liu: “The root of the disease is that it fell in winter when I was a child, so every year it’s a little bad, it’s better to drink medicine, don’t worry. I’m sorry.

If you see me or there’s some concern, Uncle Liu says, “Let me talk to you and prepare for the exam, he has something for you. I’m sorry.

“Hmm? What is it?”

“You’ll have to ask him that. I’m sorry.

After that, Uncle Liu looked at the time: “Go inside, it’s cold outside. I’m sorry.

I nodded my head: “Okay. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The week leading up to the final exam was probably due to the low blood sugar passed out while some students were studying, and the school suddenly called on all grades to go to the gym to relax their exercise and arranged a period.

“What does this school think of? “I’ve been sitting at the table and I’ve had a yawn.

Most of the students who come to the stadium, apart from sports, are in the booths of the audience.

There’s one more thing.

For example, there’s a lot of people at the scene.

“If you learn, you have to wake up. The same table was also filled with an ancient poem, and now it’s turned over on the knee.

I cleaned up the field and was running for the pass.

There are girls in other classes besides their own.

And he stood at the table with his chin, and looked at the ground, and said, “Are they not of Wang Ho’s class? When he was with him, they followed him in the display of their might. Why did he play with Zion?” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t think of anything, and suddenly there was a sound, like someone fell, and there was an outcry.

He then saw a land ball thrown deep, he grabbed his collar and moved without saying a word.

It was a mess.

“Stop it! Stop it! I’m sorry.

“Someone’s hurt! Call the school doctor!

“The one who fell was Juno, right? I’m sorry.

I wrinkled my head and got up and ran down the field.

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The people were surrounded by three circles and three circles, and those fortunately injured were pulled out of the scene and were standing by.

Zhouno’s got his legs on his head and sweat.

“Ooh, my leg. It looks pretty bad. “I told them they weren’t happy.” I’m sorry.

It seemed like he was breathing and looking deep in his eyes.

On the side of him ran, “Ano!”

“How are you, Ono? I’m sorry.

The eyes were not removed.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

It’s the headmaster.

He came running with several male teachers.

I went up first, “Teacher, 10 of them did it first.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, I saw it too. I’m sorry.

The headmaster took his glasses off, looked at me, and looked at the wound there: “Go back to the classroom. I’m sorry.

After that, he went to the group that had been stopped fighting.

I was surprised to see that I had to go back to my class. I’m sorry.

I knew who she was talking about, and I knew that the sight behind me was always on my back, but I turned around to the door.

“No, there are enough people. We can’t do much to see. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The punishment was quickly brought down, the 10 squads were maliciously provocative, and the crashes were recorded first.

Zhouno had a slight fracture of his calves and had a plaster for the sake of safety, but was unable to take the final examination because of lack of mobility.

On the day of the examination, I saw the depth of the same examination, and he had a color on his face, but it was bruised and recovered quite quickly.

“Is it too late? I’m sorry.

It’s probably the other day, too.

“He’s all right.” Lu-dao, “How’s Ono? I’m sorry.

And I suddered, and said, “There should be no big deal. He has come home from the hospital. I’m sorry.

I haven’t seen Zhou since he was in the hospital.

Lu-di, “All right, I’ll see him after the exam.” I’m sorry.

I noded my head and went to the exam.

Thirty-nine.

After the final exam, the city has been snowing for days.

This spring is earlier than in previous years, and Zhou’s father sent me and Zhouno back to Zhou’s old house in Qing Shui town.

The antiquities on the west side have been repaired and the old man CHOI sent him to the capital the other day and has not yet returned.

It’s rare when I come and they’re not here.

I spent some time at the Zhou residence, but most of them were in the room, which is also what I always do.

Zhou’s juniors are all in Zhou’s room.

I wonder if he and I have not seen each other completely since Zhouno fell in his leg.

It’s almost New Year’s Eve, and deep back to Clearwater, sending me a message to go downstairs.

I know he must have called Zhouno, and left his room earlier than he wanted to meet him on the stairs.

I didn’t know it was open.

Zhouno’s legs had gone to the plaster, but he was able to walk a little bit, so he was walking around the wall.

“…”

Face-to-face, some silence.

“How’s the leg?

Zhou Noi was injured in the right leg, with his left hand holding up the wall and looking at me: “Did you not see it all?” I’m sorry.

“…shall I help you? I’m sorry.

“What do you think? He’s down the stairs.

“…” doesn’t mean that Zhouno seems to have a bit of gambling.

I walked over, he had a long arm, he was all over me, and I barely stood.

Zhouno’s arm was tightened up a little, and he held me steady.

But that force did not diminish at all when I went down the stairs, and I was somewhat uncomfortable to move out and not to get too close to him.

But when I tried to move, Zhouno tightened it.

“You…” I just wanted to open my mouth and it was blocked.

“Why didn’t you come here when you saw it? I’m sorry.

When I hit, he said he had a leg injury.

“It’s not like there’s already someone up there, but there’s a lot of people who can help. I’m sorry.

He looked down, looked down from above, and looked at it.

And suddenly he blundered: “But you did not ask me after that. I’m sorry.

“Are you so busy, Hyatt? I’m sorry.

I’ve never been called that before. It sounds ironic.

“Hasakah! Ono!

Rudd came to see us in the living room and took a few big steps up and helped me get around.

“I’ll come to summer school!”

The force is loose.

Zirano’s face was cold, and he was just put down.

When I got to the living room, I found out that Wenwei was here. In the period since Zhouno found her, she has not been in a good state and now seems to have recovered much.

“Ano, are your legs better? I’m sorry.

Zhouno looked at her and said, “Good.” I’m sorry.

After sitting on the couch, he asked Lu, “What are you calling so many people for?” I’m sorry.

Lu-di pulled a grape from the fruit plate and sat down on the couch, “I don’t want to go out on New Year’s Eve. Who knows if you’ll come by today, you’ll be sick enough to go down the stairs. I’m sorry.

I think it’s raisin. “You won’t get out of here without me, or we’ll have more people at your house! I’m sorry.

– Listen to this. I’ve figured out why I’m back in the room.

Who would say, “Well, I have something I want to buy, Chusha? Will you go with me?” I’m sorry.

I’m freezing.

Zhouno has frowned his head and looked at the warmth: “What do you want to buy? I’m sorry.

And he smiled at me in the white of his face: “Some little things I just wanted to go with you, okay?”

I looked at her and thought about it.

“…go away. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

It’s not even spring season yet, but the New Spring atmosphere is already strong in the Long Street alley.

It’s a crotch. It’s in front of the door.

The red lantern hangs a whole street, which, despite the winter, is filled with town smoke.

“Do you want to eat?” I’m sorry.

And I shook my head for a few seconds, and said: Say it if you have anything. I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I’m walking.

“You should know what I’m talking about. I’m sorry.

“Are you apologizing for that kind of attitude?” I said.

The hand of the paper bag was tight: “Yes, I admit that I was jealous of you, and I was with them since I was a child, because you were the one who stepped in behind me, because they were so good to you and watching over you. I’m sorry.

“In particular, Ono, he has been strong since he was a child, and he does not listen to anyone, and he will not make him feel better if he provokes him. I’m sorry.

“But when I came back, Wang Ho provoked him several times in front of him, and he didn’t even fight back, and he got himself hurt for nothing, and he looked at me, and he got a little excited, and he said, “It wasn’t like him. I’m sorry.

“What are you trying to say?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t you know?” Look at me, “He’s because of you.” I’m sorry.

The winter streets were colder, and I started to regret not wearing a scarf.

And he tightened up his coat a bit: “So, are you not even with him?” I’m sorry.

“Jusha, the Zhou family has offered you such a good offer.

“Windu,” I interrupted her, “Don’t you think you’re funny? I’m sorry.

Warm.

Zhouno helped me, and now he’s suffering from trouble to help me, but you know better than anyone that you brought Wang Ho to the building first. I’m sorry.

The bags were squeaked in the warm arms.

I looked at her in cold, and it seemed to me that the words of Zhou’s father were in my ear: Jusha, the Zhou’s house is for you.

And closed my eyes, and I took a breath: “The Zhou family financed me, but you can be sure that the Zhou family didn’t get what it wanted?” I’m sorry.

It’s always profitable to be famous.

“I don’t like Zhouno, I’ve never done anything wrong to Zhou’s family, don’t kidnap me with kindness, let alone take advantage of a man’s guilt. I’m sorry.

“You have no right to say that when you stand in your own right. I’m sorry.

Forty.

On New Year’s Day, the yard of Zhou’s old house was set up from morning.

It was often time for Zhou’s family to be together, but this year, strangely, the Zhous are still late.

After a busy morning, I looked at the phone and said his flight with old Choi was scheduled for tomorrow, and probably not until tomorrow.

Says it’s fake.

After dinner, Zhou’s boys and girls were gathered in the house, laughing and laughing.

Mrs. Zhou is giving her a New Year’s Eve.

It is the custom of the town of clean water, sealed by a small red bag, with peace and blessings in the interior of the land, one hand and peace and joy.

I looked at a big, busy family, unwittingly mowing red ropes on my wrist, looking at the time and trying to sneak out without anyone paying attention.

I didn’t notice Juno was behind me with a red bag.

The blue stone streets are moving around, and the river-drink halls are full of red cages, which are shown in the water of the river and in the shadows.

The Qingan Temple is in the middle of the hill south of the town of Qing Shui, and goes many ways along the road to seek its blessings.

And at every step of the way into the Temple there are lampposts, from the bottom up, and from the middle of the night, from the Mount, with long lights, and climbing.

And We followed the flow of men, and lifted up Our eyes, but We saw those who were waiting before the stones.

The black hair was covered in thin, tattered snow, and the eyes were bright.

“Hold it”?

I stopped for three seconds, and then I ran and jumped into his arms.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming back. I’m sorry.

“Have a good time?” I’m sorry.

I’ve got my head in my scarf and I’ve got two eyes on him.

“Happy, really, I’m not lying to you. I’m dying. This is the happiest day of my life. I’m sorry.

“There will be more fun later.” I’m sorry.

I asked him, “How do you know I’m here?” I’m sorry.

“Go up,” he smiled, pulled me up to the rock, “you’ll know. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The Temple of Qingan is as old as the town of Qing Shui, a hundred-year-old temple.

Following the stone steps, we reached the main gate of the Temple.

Today, the temple is open, and the four-pointed fragrance with red belts in front of the temple is filled with fragrance, and there are not a few of those who bow down and ask for their signatures, either inside or outside the house.

He led me to the temple, he walked over the front and came to a place I could never know.

It’s a place dedicated to longevity, and I’ve been here almost every year since three years ago.

I’m here tonight too.

“Sometimes I’m thinking, if only I knew you were in Clean Water three years ago. I’m sorry.

Three years ago?

I looked up and looked at him.

“You, do you remember when you were three years ago? I’m sorry.

And nod over it: when thou didst help me find the Qur’an, I recognized thee. I’m sorry.

I’m still a little tweaked: “I thought you didn’t remember…”

“I was trying to ask you if you knew me, but you only said I was the young master of the family. I thought you didn’t remember. I’m sorry.

He smiled and looked down at the red rope on my wrist.

“I noticed you were wearing three knots before, and I wasn’t sure at first that it was for me, but then I did.” I’m sorry.

After that, his eyes were bright and he had a bit of pride.

“So I’d like to ask for one for you, too. I’m sorry.

“Are you two asking for immortality?” I’m sorry.

After seeing him, he seemed to recognize me, but I didn’t think he would.

“It’s been a long time since Master Tsing. I’m sorry.

I was confused and explained, “I was not well when I was born, so my grandmother came to the Temple of Qingan after I was born, and I grew up and followed her every year to pray, until she died three years ago, and I didn’t have much to do with it. I’m sorry.

I see.

The young master looked at us and laughed at us: “The two of you died three years ago, but there was someone who sought for you a long-lasting life, and it seemed that Master Zheng was destined to be blessed.” I’m sorry.

“It’s true. I’m sorry.

“Then enter the temple and pray for the good, and I will go to the master and bring you the immortality.” Then he turned to me and said, “Leave to me your immortality, and I will take it with me. I’m sorry.

“OK, trouble. I’m sorry.

I took the red rope off his wrist and brought it to him.

The idol sits on top of the temple, and the fire is set around it.

The young man prayed with faith, and his side was covered with yellow candles.

“Peace be upon him in the year of Ju-summer. I’m sorry.

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

I met him.

“Wish to live in peace, to live in peace. I’m sorry.

Laughing at each other.

I’m sorry.

“Now it’s a real couple. I’m sorry.

Sitting on a stone stool, with the red rope on his wrist and mine in one place and with joy in his eyes.

I’m laughing, too, and suddenly I think of something: “Uncle Liu said I had something for you to give me after my exams. I’m sorry.

“What else do you want? I’m sorry.

The smile was spoiled, and now the little mole started to seduce.

And I turned my eyeballs, and I was gruesome: Close your eyes. I’m sorry.

“You’re not trying to kiss me?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry, I’ll count to three and one and you’ll close your eyes.” I looked up at him, “Thirty and one!”

He smiled in his eyes, but he didn’t close his eyes.

“Why don’t you close your eyes? I’m sorry.

“I said I’d hang you, and if you close your eyes in three seconds, I’m not ashamed. I’m sorry.

The eyes are full of shit.

“How to say, 10 seconds? I’m sorry.

“All right, I’ll give you a couple of seconds,” I’ll fly to finish the number. I’m sorry.

Keep your eyes closed.

I stood up, and I leaned down and kissed him gently.

It’s a touch.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

It took two seconds and opened its eyes: “That’s it? I’m sorry.

“Yeah,” and I’m gonna look at him, “You’re not gonna hang me, I’m gonna let you hang.” I’m sorry.

He’s laughing.

It’s probably New Year’s Eve, and neither I nor Zhang Zhi has asked whether the red ear root is cold or something.

Maybe it was because the night was so happy that I didn’t think someone would follow me.

I don’t know.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.

The people in the corner were wearing black coats, and the night was almost one-sided, and the roadman left without a look, and he ran into him and saw him without making a sound.

The cell phone in his pocket was ringing and he took it out.

I don’t know what he said on the other side of the phone. He was silent for a long time and suddenly he laughed.

“You guys are really good at timing. I’m sorry.

Then I hung up the phone, despite what the other side was saying.

Two people who sat on a rock stool not far away were seen and turned around and left.

Forty-one.

Zhou’s family has an age-old habit, which should be in the front room.

I’m going to go in the backyard, push the door, see a man leaning against the wall, and there’s a smoke.

“Chouno”?

He’s got a little red in his palm.

I wonder if Zhouno likes to collect lighters but never smokes.

I looked at a bunch of cigarettes that fell on his feet.

Maybe it’s just not in front of me.

I looked at him, I opened my mouth, and I didn’t say anything, and I was going to leave.

“Jhusha. I’m sorry.

Zhouno opened his mouth.

He said, “They’re getting divorced. I’m sorry.

I’m walking.

No names, but I know who he is.

Turn around and say, “How did Mrs. Zhou know at this time? I’m sorry.

Zhouno looked at me and laughed.

“Jusha, why don’t you ask me how I feel? I’m sorry.

The eyes of the wild turned sharp and cold.

He threw the smoke out of his hand and approached me.

“I don’t want to be hurt, they don’t want to get divorced, but you’re good at pretending to be good. I’m sorry.

And he drove me back, and put my back on the wall, and he drew near to Us, and his eyes seized each other.

And for a moment I thought I was back to the night when he stood against my wall three years ago and looked at me so badly.

It’s just that he’s a little colder now, and there’s a little more undetectable vulnerability.

Only between the breathless eyes of view, that vulnerability increases, and comes out with red eyes.

“What a foreground! I’m sorry.

I was in my wrist, but he held me captive.

“What are you talking about in the Zhou family for three years? What are you talking about?” “I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you. You’re smarter than anyone. I’m sorry.

And I looked at him, and the more the hopeless red became in his eyes, he almost became uncontrollable, but he remained steadfast and blinking.

The wind was so cold, it was just screaming.

He was facing each other, losing strength, lying on my shoulder, and his voice was dumb.

“Don’t speak, please. Please. I’m sorry.

Undone, I made my hand. It was soft.

“How bad your family is, there are many people around you, and Mrs. Zhou loves you, and you are more concerned about you… You only see what you’ve suffered, what you’ve done, but you don’t see what I’ve suffered…”

The shoulder is silent.

There was a fire at the edge of the sky, and the sound was blown up.

“…don’t be self-centered, Nino. I’m sorry.

The person on the shoulder finally moved, and he said, “Just this once, for the last time… everything will be over after tomorrow, so let me stay here.”

It’s about 12 o’clock.

The pyrotechnics began to go up in succession, the colors were shining and the sky was shining.

I heard the family of Zhou in the front room begin to celebrate.

Happy New Year!

“Happy New Year! I’m sorry.

The sound of firecrackers came from far away, and the darkness of the backyard was clearly extinguished by the sparkling sparks of the night sky.

I looked up and my ears were loud.

And suddenly I felt, whether I or Zano,

The Zhou family is no longer home.

Forty-two

In the end, the Zhou family hasn’t had a good year, and news of their divorce broke open in the old house.

Seniors entered the next semester, the school became more busy, and the school took leave early, and I was able to escape from Zhou’s old house and the endless quarrels.

The classes were reprogrammed at the beginning of the school year, probably to improve the quality of teaching.

Zhouno is not in my class anymore, and perhaps Zhou’s father is out of his mind.

Despite the shift, the class has many familiar faces, and the co-loves are here.

There are many simulations for the semester and many additional self-study hours for self-study.

I don’t know if it was intentional or not, even at Zhou’s house, me and Zhouno barely touched it.

At the beginning of the spring and rain, he turned to learn.

The one at the table who fell asleep in the morning was awakened: “Damn, the sky is sending the gods!” I’m sorry.

Having seen me whispering questions about the high level of learning in schools and whether they are used to eating off, that joy becomes a concern.

“Wasn’t I going to step back? She’s lying on the table and holding her place.

I’m laughing and I’m laughing.

I ended up in my neighborhood, in a separate corridor.

The more papers are stacked in the drawers, the smaller the countdown number on the wall.

The stunned fan of June, when the paper rolls, ended with a summer rain.

After my high examination, both I and Zhang Xian succeeded in entering the University of the Capital.

The difference is, I learned to identify and protect antiquities, and he learned to design art.

Zhou’s father has dealt with matters since his divorce with Zhou’s mother.

Zhouno moved to Zhou’s mother’s house on the eve of Zhou Zhou, and old Choi took my financial rights from Zhou’s father, and I moved from Zhou’s house after Zhou Zhou.

When I went back to school for the graduation, I saw Ludhui and Kiryu.

Lu-di didn’t hesitate to say anything to me because I said hello to him as usual.

“Nano, he left the country a few days ago and will probably not be back in a long time, or maybe not. I’m sorry.

And I stopped, and I noded, “Well, I know. I’m sorry.

“Happy graduation. Have a good day. I’m sorry.

“Good luck to you, too. I’m sorry.

I guess everything’s really about to end.

I don’t know.

After graduation I went back to Qing Shui town and opened a teahouse next to old Choi’s house.

Old CHOI, who had a long life and a good life, resigned from his duties as director of the antiquities and spent his days walking around in the water.

A big mess of antiquities fell on me.

When I was busy, I ran to the teahouse, and every time I met a teaboy who wanted to talk to him about tea, and I gave him a very warm taste of his own tea.

The teahouse was intended to be better designed, and was not expected to attract many well-known tea guests for their work.

You know, he hates bitter tea the most.

The other side had to drink, drink and look at me for help.

And when he dropped the tea, he whispered to me,

It’s bitter.

After he finished drinking, the teataker asked him, “What do you think?” I’m sorry.

“It’s good.” I’m sorry.

I laughed.

The window on the street was twilight, and the river was shining, like the gold fell.

I’m lying on the table, and there’s a small-town fireworks outside.

The oars are very slow and slow, and they’re shaking.

It’s like a long story, but it’s slow and slow.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.