What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done in your life? – Yes.

What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done in your life? – Yes.

Beated by his father and bullied by his classmates.

There’s nowhere to go.

I came to the tattoo shop in the alley.

They say the boss is a punk, he fights, he fights, he fights, he fights, he fights.

Push the door, I’ll pull ten wrinkles out of my pocket.

Let’s be brave:

“I hear you charge protection, so can you protect me? I’m sorry.

The smoke is around, the man is laughing:

“Who’s kid? Brave. I’m sorry.

Then he took care of me for 10 years.

One.

I was 14.

Because of chronic malnutrition, it is short and thin and looks much smaller than its peers.

My dad’s been hanging around since I remembered.

The three members of the family live on the 3,000 a month salary of my mother at the garment factory.

My dad was a gambler, but he lost ten.

You’re in a bad mood, you’re in a bad mood, you’re drinking, you’re drunk and you hit your wife and kids.

The ground is often full of pieces.

When I was five, he lost a lot of money.

At night, he passed my mother’s hair with a single swirl over her head, leaned her on the concrete floor, hit her face on the floor and kicked her in the abdomen when he was tired.

“Don’t you think I’m too good for this?

“Slut, I can’t stand it when I don’t have a hand!

“You’re the one who affected my fortune. If I hadn’t married you, I’d be rich by now. I’m sorry.

My mom got beaten to the ground.

Deep red blood entangles the hair, entwined.

She neither hides nor resists, and is naively trying to awaken the last conscience of men with patience.

When there’s no good meat on my mom.

He looked at me.

“And this little bitch, she was born a little bitch.

“What do you think I’m looking at? Why do you want to hit me?”

A big slap in my face, and after a sting, it was numb.

It’s as if all the voices around it were placed in glass masks and then completely isolated.

I was slapped to the eardrum.

My mother cried and hid me in her arms and helped me with a thin body.

Men’s curses and women’s cries end with the exhaustion of the perpetrator.

In the middle of the night, men’s snorings were intertwined with women’s sobbing.

My mother gave me a red eye, and then she packed the floor.

We squeezed into the little bed and she held me tight.

I said, “Mom, let’s get out of here. I’ll make a lot of money to feed you.” I’m sorry.

She looked at the moon outside the window, and there was a big mouth missing.

“No, your dad was nice to me when he was young. He’ll save money to buy me a gold bracelet, he’ll carry me a few miles to watch the fireworks, he’ll buy me a lot of beautiful clothes, and I can’t wear them. I’m sorry.

I reached out and pulled my mother’s clothes and washed them.

“Mom, you’re lying. I’m sorry.

She touched my head, and she said:

“Mommy didn’t. Your dad’s just confused. He’ll be fine. He said he’d be nice to me for the rest of his life. I’m sorry.

“Like the moon outside the window, one day it will be round. The sound is low.

It’s like talking to me and it’s like talking to myself.

The next day, Dad woke up drunk and laughed at her mother and asked her for money.

He said that I still love you. I’m just drunk and fucked up and I’ll take you to a good life when I win.

In three words, I put my mother on the table and gave him his salary.

It’s quite a familiar scene.

I looked at my father’s money and I wanted to ask my mother. Didn’t she promise to send me to kindergarten this month?

I’m five years old, but I haven’t gone to kindergarten.

But Mom smiled so much, she only saw Dad and completely forgot me.

So I kept my mouth shut.

It’s okay, Mom will remember me next month.

Until I went to primary school on the basis of the national education policy, and Mom didn’t remember me.

I just missed the whole kindergarten.

Two.

As I grew up, I knew my father’s behavior called domestic violence.

The teacher said he could call the police. The police uncle would protect me and Mom.

So on the night of the beating, I pulled Mom’s hand while Dad was asleep.

With infinite joy and vision, even the pain in my body is forgotten.

“Mom, let’s go to the police and arrest Dad. I’m sorry.

Mom didn’t have the joy I imagined, but she looked at me with a shocking and painful look.

Qingqing, he’s your father! How could you do that?”

The tone of condemnation was like a slap in my face.

And I was red in my ears as if I were a mighty, unbelieving daughter.

But it’s not.

The teacher said that domestic violence was domestic violence and that whoever he was could not be forgiven.

So I insisted on calling the police.

Mom first hit me.

The wooden sticks were broken and she asked me to kneel down and reflect.

I knew for the first time that it wasn’t just my dad that hurt.

I knew for the first time that Mom used to hit people, but it wasn’t Dad.

I didn’t cry the night my mom beat me up.

The next day, my mother had to boil an egg and rub me.

Mom used to leave eggs for Dad.

I know it’s called a slap and a sweet date.

‘Cause that’s how Dad treats Mom.

But I don’t like such a mom, she makes me feel strange.

When I was beaten, I wanted to grow up because I could protect my mother.

But with age, I found it hard to grow up.

It gradually destroyed my delusions.

The violence is still repeated.

The same is true of forgiveness over and over again.

I couldn’t help but get numb and watch my mother cry at the front of her feet, and the back of my feet are so tender.

I thought I’d never be more disappointed.

But there is despair behind despair.

When I was 11, my dad broke my bones.

Whatever she says, I insist on calling the police.

She begged me on her knees, crying, and she said that if I called the police, I was forcing her to die.

A mother kneels for her daughter.

I’m crucified to moral shame.

There’s no way in, no way out.

Does she love me?

I can’t tell anymore.

Maybe it’s love, but her love for Dad almost emptyed her.

There’s not much left for me.

The number of broken bowls in the family is too high because life is overstretched and mothers keep everything they can.

She gave me the best bowl for my dad, the second best for me, the most for herself.

Later.

More and more, she can’t tell the difference.

Everybody’s holding the same broken bowl.

Make life as rare as it is.

Dad’s asking for more and more money, and he’s getting worse and worse every day.

But after a few days, Dad suddenly glowed.

Not only did you buy a roasted chicken back, but you bought Mom a new dress.

Mom thought it was spring.

I didn’t think Dad’d say anything to make her like a winter.

Dad held her hand:

“As for our casino, there’s a big boss, rich and capable. He appreciates you. How about you put on this dress and have dinner with him tomorrow night? I’m sorry.

Mom’s been looking good. She’s a famous beauty in town.

The smile on her face was flat, staring at Daddy’s eyes.

“Just eat? I’m sorry.

Like being sure of something.

Dad’s blinding, he can’t look.

He said, ‘Will you help me, please? Only this time, the boss said he would take me with you, and I will give you a good life.’ I’m sorry.

My mother sat there and couldn’t say anything in a tremor, like a puppet whose soul had been emptied, and was ten years old.

I’ve never seen her like this.

It’s as if it’s all ashes.

Dad thought she wouldn’t say yes.

“Didn’t you scream in my bed? Why not?

“Damn, you’re worse than Chang’s wife’s heel! I’m sorry.

Zhang Daeyang’s wife I know, lives west of town.

They say she’s a chicken.

Be a chicken pensioner.

Mom’s crying like rain. She’s pulling Daddy’s sleeve so he can’t talk.

“I’ll go, I’ll go!”

3

That night Dad pulled a lot of good words and snored even better at night.

Mom held me in the little bed next door with all the groceries.

He kept saying:

“He used to be nice to me, and he’ll be fine, won’t he? I’m sorry.

I asked:

“What about now?”

She turned her head and looked at me, and her eyes were wet.

“He was good to me before, and he was really good to me without you, and if you weren’t, would you…”

I didn’t talk, I looked at her deeply, and there was sadness in my eyes.

I thought the heart wasn’t hurting anymore.

She was so awake, she realized what she said.

Hold me and shake your head to explain:

Qingqing, Mom didn’t mean that. Mom didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.

Until I fell asleep, she whispered to herself.

The next afternoon, back from school.

There’s no one at home.

I pushed the door of the bedroom, and my mother was wearing a brand-new white dress, and she was lying on her wedding bed with her father, with their wedding pictures on the wall above her head.

The blood drops down a little bit on Mom’s wrist and it’s dry.

There was a half-dry blood on the ground.

The body also became rigid.

Mom killed herself.

She died in her own woven dream.

Dad’s heart is empty, but Mom always thinks it’s gonna take off next spring, and then the hope that’s so full that she dies with her heart.

The real apology was payback and compensation, and the linguistic apology was a bitter trick, so Dad was not worthy of forgiveness.

But Mom never listens.

I’m 11 years old and I’ll never have a mother again.

Since then, the wind and rain of life have come to me.

Dad’s anger is on me.

No one will ever take me to sleep and no one will ever call me clean.

Mother’s sweetness is gone and instead of the smell of smoke and alcohol in the house.

After Mom left, instead of being sad, his father yelled at her for not knowing what was wrong and for not having a decent funeral.

Every time I was drunk, my fist knocked me down, and he stood up to hate him.

He hit me and I called the police.

I naively thought that the police would solve all the problems.

But he was locked up for three or five days, and the anger was even worse when he came out, and he shot him more than once.

I was beaten to spit blood, I was beaten to short periods of blindness.

I’ve been dazzled a thousand times, and I thought I’d die.

Sadly, no.

Probably because he should have died before me.

I hate him, I hate myself more.

I hate myself for being so cowardly and afraid to fight back.

I hate why I can’t help but see him.

I hate myself for being afraid of something that is worse than an animal.

This hatred holds me back to life.

Life is like a mess.

It’s so disgusting.

Because the family is poor, there’s no mother, there’s no daddy, there’s no grades, there’s no words.

I’ve been bullied by my classmates in junior high.

They take me for a talk, and they isolate me and mock me.

Language violence is nothing less than physical violence.

They didn’t beat me, but they gave me the same shake.

In class, I answered the question, and they looked down on me and said I had a mean voice and said it on purpose.

After class, I went to the bathroom, and they spoke out loud, saying that I was in a strange position and walking on purpose.

Put a note on my back, throw my book, give me all sorts of nicknames.

They laughed at me and dressed me strangely.

But they don’t know that I’m feeling the fear, shame and despair of what I’m going through when my chest is growing.

I don’t have a mom to teach.

I didn’t know that at that age they were wearing girl breasts.

To save money, I was wearing Mom’s underwear.

4

School bullying is gender-neutral.

There was a mentally retarded boy sitting next to the garbage can.

He’s in bad shape. He’s just like me, but he has a grandmother who loves him so much.

Every day, the clothes were clean and clean, with patches, but they smelled good.

In his bag, his grandmother makes him eggs and rice balls every day.

And if they were to restrain themselves against me, it would be an evil oblivion and a bullying.

The boy, who was innocent, took him to the toilet and let him drink dirty water and urine; they called him a fool and took away his only pocket money; they left him all his day shift, threatening him to go home only after he had done his job.

They say it’s a friendly play between friends.

He did.

No one cares what his name is. They call him a fool.

So the first thing for a fool to go to school every day is to pay his allowance and take care of these men.

He could not afford to waste it, even if the eggs and rice packs were crushed by them, he would eat them clean and then return home with footprints.

His grandmother, who was old, had to pick up more garbage and sell more money every day to his grandson to make him better.

Why would I know because I ran into his grandmother while I was picking up garbage?

A kind old man, with nice eyes.

Just like that fool.

But people are being bullied.

I couldn’t help myself but yell “the principal’s here” when he was dragged into the men’s room.

Why didn’t you call the teacher?

When he was on foot, he was helped to remove the dust from his body and to ensure that his return was less visible.

After winter, he was cleaned and sent home.

Because it’s dark early, his grandmother will worry.

He’s not like me. There’s no one waiting for me at home, but someone lit a light for him.

Kids who don’t have safe havens don’t expect to go home.

For a long time, I realized he wasn’t that stupid.

His name is Anchi, a nice name.

He knows who’s good for him and who’s bad for him.

When I helped him, he said thank you and brought me breakfast the next day.

He had a ham sausage every day as a snack, which he had previously secretly eaten without going to school, and he would then be taken to the school to share it with me.

Half him, half me.

As they all laughed at him, he passed the food to me with a careless eye.

He said, ‘I am not dirty, and these are clean, so do not turn away from me.’ I’m sorry.

He said I was his best friend, the only friend in class.

He says if he doesn’t listen, they’re going to bully Grandma.

Because I was close to him, I became the second fool in my class.

I’m no longer Tang Hee-kyung. I’m the stupid Don that’s been coming out of their mouth.

They say Don’s a fool and a real fool.

They said two idiots were in early love.

They wrote “wit wife” after my homework.

Ask me when I marry that fool.

They laugh like a demon crawling out of hell.

The good and the evil of the youth are distinct.

In the second semester, the teacher changed, a young female teacher named Lee.

In her case, I saw what the textbook called “the preacher, the teacher.”

She’s tough, but fair.

She does everything.

Weekly meetings are held, emphasizing the absolute prohibition of any form of violence in schools.

It’s useful to talk to her.

So I don’t have to be made of cheap jokes anymore, and Andchi won’t come home with one wound.

He was happy, and he said he’d bring me a whole ham sausage tomorrow to thank me for helping him.

I said yes. I’ll bring you a little present tomorrow.

We are all cheering for late justice.

Anzi likes balloons sold at the south entrance of the school, especially those made by lazy sheep.

But his allowance was robbed, and he couldn’t buy it.

So the next day I came to school early.

Five bucks balloon, I bought him two with saved money.

I waited a long time.

It’s always empty.

Until the class director whispers in the classroom to inform you.

“Students must be careful to cross the street from now on, and this morning Anchi was unfortunately run over by a red-lighted truck, and the driver ran away and died instantly. I’m sorry.

In a moment, all eyes were on me.

I’m sitting in a position where I can’t think.

It was only when God came back that the tears were already wet.

It was nice yesterday.

We didn’t have time to celebrate.

We haven’t had a good day.

I haven’t given him his favorite balloon.

I haven’t told him he’s my only good friend.

What, it’s too late.

His grandmother came to the school to pick up his belongings, the old lady had a red eye and her hands were shaking.

I helped her get things on the tricycle.

She wept and shivered and pulled two hot ham intestines out of her pocket and put them in my hand.

He said he was giving his best friend two ham sausages today. Since last night, let me remind him this morning.

“You’re a good boy. Thank you for taking care of Qi so long.

“He’s got no luck in his life. I’m sorry.

I stand at this end of the road, looking at the twirling back and slowly pushing the tricycle, with empty clothes floating in the wind and sea, as if a canoe would fall over the next second.

The car on both sides tied to the lazily sheep and sheep balloons and swinged in the sky.

It’s like Angie’s saying goodbye.

Until the last twilight disappeared in the corner of the road.

I blinked dry eyes.

The sun stings people’s eyes after winter afternoon.

5

The extra table next to the trash cans is gone.

Classrooms look full, not even one less student.

People die, like water disappears in water.

Everything is coming back to calm.

Andchi lived in their mouths and in my memory.

It’s not long since he’s had a good life.

My good days won’t last long.

In the third year of schooling, the school director applied for a place for free accommodation for me.

I just went in the next night.

Late self-study is taking place in the classroom, and Ms. Lee analyzes the mathematical papers from the podium.

My dad came in drunk.

“Where is that little bitch hoove in Tang Haq-kyu? I’m sorry.

Looks like he lost money again and didn’t like it.

I held the pen tight.

Mr. Lee put down the test papers, and when he was confused, he was calm.

“This parent, please go out. You’re in class. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what it hurts to be a man again.

He waved his arms and a brain threw something from the podium.

Finger almost to the teacher’s forehead.

“Get me out of here. What are you?”

“It’s so personal. I’m sorry.

Let’s go.

Miss Lee is more serious than usual, and she’s not even 20 years old.

How can she not be afraid of such scoundrels?

The entire human body is strutting, with its fingertips clinching at the talking table, due to excessive force and even white.

This is my favorite and most respected teacher Li.

She would secretly send me stationery in the name of encouragement.

She’ll argue with the director to give me a poverty allowance.

She saw me eating cabbage at noon, and she would put my chicken leg in her bowl.

She’s always concerned about my situation in class, afraid of being treated unfairly.

But now she’s suffering because of me.

At that moment, I ran up like crazy and I didn’t know where the courage came from.

Pull the teacher in front of her.

Screamed and told my dad to roll. I called him an animal.

Loud slap, fell on my face.

The force-do was soared in my side of the face that my mouth was slow to see blood.

The ears started to explode.

The first thought in my mind:

It’s okay, it’s okay.

It’s just the flowers I folded for the teacher in the drawer. _Other Organiser

Today is Teachers’ Day.

But I don’t think I deserve to be her student.

The animals were taken by late security guards.

I look up and look around, and I don’t know what to say.

They didn’t do anything, but I felt like I had been taken out.

The slap broke the teacher’s authority and my self-esteem, and then it was pulled from my last umbrella.

The headmaster found the teacher and said that my stay in school would affect the safety of other classmates, suggesting that I keep going.

The teacher tried to justify me, but I couldn’t face her.

I should have moved out late.

It’s a good time to move without a teacher.

Look out for the dark night.

I know, starting tomorrow.

My good days are over.

The perpetrators of violence had no fear, and they would henceforth be even more reckless.

And when I come home, I’ll have the bitter end of my first resistance.

I am standing at the corner with my luggage, and I imagine the past and the illusion of the future, which is and will be woven at will today, and all of which are in the cold of the early autumn.

I was in a coma.

My whole life will be a hard road.

But life is still going on.

So in this painful river We set forth with my cut-off oar.

Six.

The most direct way to deal with violence is through violence.

And in the way of his man, he will also deal with his body.

I was wrapped up in a single one-night wind at the bridge.

When the sky dawns, the eyes flash in your head.

Dark as paint, cold and sharp.

Six months ago, this town moved in with a non-resident.

They opened a tattoo shop at the bottom of the alley.

I’ve heard that the mother and the son, the half-wit and the half-wit.

My dad’s always a bully.

On one occasion, he was drunk and went crazy, saying that the crazy widow in the alley was a slut and that individuals could pass through the door.

It’s in the ear of a little punk.

That night, my old man was dragged back like a dead pig.

The whole person’s nose was bruised and his mouth was covered with two broken teeth.

Men are tall and faceless against light.

Throw people in the yard.

Up front, his fingertips were crushed hard and his tone was low.

“Obstalgic, let me hear you say that your mouth is not clean to my mother. I’m sorry.

My dad’s nodding and he can’t make a sound.

I hid behind the door, sewn through it.

Joo-ron and those dark and fragrance eyes against him, and the man without any knowledge spilled a smile from the bottom of his throat.

When I looked back, the other side was gone and my back was cold sweating.

It’s not as bad as family, it’s moral to mix.

At night, I pretended to fall asleep, to hear my father moaning next door all night and had a secret pleasure.

The little punks did it.

My dad hasn’t been in bed for three days. He’s not even strong enough to hit me.

Later, I tried to avoid the alley every time I was afraid of causing trouble.

Never had any contact with him.

I can cure my dad. I can’t think of anyone but him.

So, at mid-morning.

First time I walked into this alley.

On the edge of the pebble-painted road, there was soft green moss.

At the end was a two-storey small building, with the old wall covered and painted clean white.

In front of the building, a small cinnamon tree hits the point, and there’s a light scent in the air.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door.

In the living room, the walls are covered with a variety of hand paintings.

The man turned his back to the door, wore a white work vest, and his arm had a tight muscle line.

One finger pointed at the smoke and the other hand organized the tools on the workstation.

He heard a noise, he played ash and continued his actions.

It’s not very nice.

“It’s not time, it’s closed. I’m sorry.

I know. It says 15:00-24:00.

But I’d like to say, I’m not here for a tattoo.

He found it extremely difficult to open his mouth, and the wounds of last night were forgotten and his mouth was stuck together.

“You’ll be back this afternoon…”

He turned his head.

The smoke is shaking.

The black eye must have looked at me, for a while, whispered “shit.”

Haven’t waited for me to think why.

“Son, can’t we have some fried rice?” I’m sorry.

The woman just showed her head and ran her back to the kitchen with a pot shovel, so she could see only one corner.

“…”

Know what.

Hand over a little mirror.

The man’s got the face off, put out the smoke, and didn’t want to talk much.

I did.

In the mirror, the young girl is pale, and the cape is scattered.

The eyes were dark, wide-eyed, half of their faces were swollen and their mouths were covered with dried blood.

Your uniform is red and white.

Or early morning.

It’s all kind of creepy.

I’m lucky he wasn’t hit.

I embarrassedly pulled the horn.

He reached out and picked up the leather on the couch and put on three or two sets.

“You don’t use it this afternoon. I don’t give underage tattoos.

“especially runaway rebel children. I’m sorry.

He misunderstood.

I shook my head and pulled ten wrinkles out of my pocket.

Put it slowly on the table.

“I hear you charge protection, so can you protect me? I’m sorry.

He didn’t take a look at me.

“You think I’m a gangster? I’m sorry.

I had the guts to look at him.

Unexpectedly young.

The eyebrows are cold, the eyelashes are thick as jay wings.

It’s nice. It’s mean.

Especially when there’s no face.

It’s not just gangsters, it’s gangsters.

That’s what I thought. I didn’t know it.

“…”

“…”

He twisted his neck and laughed.

“That’s a lot of guts. Who’s the kid? I’m sorry.

“On the west end. I’m sorry.

He thought about it.

“What? Don is your father?”

“Or not. I’m sorry.

“…”

It seemed like he was talking to me with a sour neck and he turned around and sat on the couch.

“You saw it that night, didn’t you?

“I hit your dad. He said to pick up the glass on the table.

“Do you want to hit me?” I asked.

“You don’t need to fight?” He asked.

I shake my head with determination.

My dad owes, I don’t owe.

He took his eyelids off.

“That’s it. I’m sorry.

He means he won’t fight me.

I don’t know why, I just believe what he says.

It’s a long way off. I pushed 10 bucks on the table.

Maybe it was too much for me to get hit by my dad, or too much for the people who hit my dad.

He wonders, “Don’t hate me?”

“Hate.

“Why didn’t you shoot him?” I don’t think so.

The people across the street were choked and coughed several times.

He held the cup.

“No, how do you want me to protect you? I’m sorry.

“Kill my dad. I’m sorry.

Half the talk, half the truth.

He didn’t drink any water, put the cup on the table.

“It’s a small man. It’s a wild road. I’m sorry.

I have no end in heart, so I turn back and ask for the second.

“Let’s beat him up. I’m sorry.

He’s rubbing his eyebrow.

“This job won’t work. I’m sorry.

There is no hope.

But when the answer is no, it is disappointed.

My heart slowly sank, I feel like I can’t breathe and I feel dizzy.

The sight is getting blurred.

And the next second, I’m going forward.

It’s about to fall into a rush.

Man’s got a bad laugh.

“Damn, I’ve met a man with the china in the morning. I’m sorry.

7

Stupefy.

Seems to be sleeping long.

The smell of disinfectant water in the nose.

It doesn’t look swollen.

The right hand is softly held by warm hands, which, by no means, means pity.

There are whispers in the ears of men and women.

“Damn boy, you scared half the kids. The sound carries blame.

“I’m worse than that tart. The men are lazy.

“For what?” What did the doctor just say, high fever, excessive emotional stress, chronic malnutrition and low blood sugar? Everyone’s about to burn. You left that East Lacy bullshit. “The voice of a gentle woman has risen eight degrees.

It’s like she can’t breathe, the hands move, the women rise and the men get hurt.

Hiss. “The men cry out.

Then the familiar breath approached and my right hand was held in warm and steady.

“You don’t know that I’ve just changed her clothes, and they’re skinny, and they’re all blue and they don’t have any good meat. “The sound in the ear is stinging, “The child has suffered. I’m sorry.

The man’s sound lines are stifling, and he’s a little more aggressive.

“Damn, Tang Sing is an old beast with a hard-on for his own daughter.

“I knew it would kill him that day. I’m sorry.

“Chou Hae-won! Will you calm down? I’m sorry.

It appears that the restricted areas on both sides were reached, and neither of them spoke during the confrontation.

In a moment, the room was too quiet.

The cold water follows the needles on the back of the right hand and is gradually incorporated into the body.

His name was Zhou Hai Yi.

In a blur, I thought of a word:

The river is clear.

“The Queen of the River, when he was rich and old, and the People of Thailand.” I’m sorry.

Mr. Lee complimented me on having a good name.

Zhou Hai Yi, his name is fine.

His parents must have loved him.

My name was on the day I was born, and my mother named my dad, and he couldn’t bear to follow his finger to the river next to the field, and said the water was clear, and it was called Tang Qing. My mom just said yes.

I didn’t know that a weed could bloom until I met Mr. Lee, after her reading.

The sound of the ears slowly fades.

I fell asleep again.

Wake up again, it’s already afternoon.

“Parents press for a moment, don’t bleed. I’m sorry.

The last drop is over.

The nurse takes out the needle and greets the man standing by.

Zhou Hae-hyun dragged his hand through a stool and his rough fingers pressed the glue on his back.

Power is not too heavy.

I shrunk my hand back, trying to say I did it myself.

His throat was dry and bitter and his voice was like a dead duck.

He held my hand and passed me a paper cup from the bedside table.

“You may rest, your voice has been shelled. I’m sorry.

“…”

Unrefutable.

I picked it up with my left hand.

Taste, the water is just right, sweet.

It’s sugar.

I blinked slowly, I put sugar in my mouth and swallowed it.

It’s just me and him. I don’t know what to say.

I had to bow and drink.

After a while.

It’s almost time for men to see. Let go.

“Let’s get you into a movie and check your ears. I’m sorry.

I’m unconscious.

No need.

I can barely afford the infusion.

As for the inspection, that’s too expensive. I can’t afford it.

I lost my voice for half a day, two people staring and staring.

I just remembered.

So he drew with his hands, and the sign language with his lips, lest he could not understand.

And then he thought about it.

“No, you left this mime? I don’t understand. I’m sorry.

I’m in a hurry.

The left index finger and thumb were swiped, pointed to myself, waved and pointed at him.

That’s clear enough. I said I didn’t have the money for him.

I was relieved to see him.

He said: “You said to give me your heart? And then you don’t want to? I’m sorry.

I’m choking.

I can’t breathe.

That’s a crazy understanding.

“Come on, you little brat. I’m sorry.

The door was opened and the familiar woman walked in.

It’s Zhou Hai Yi’s mom.

In the morning, I couldn’t see it.

The five of them look like each other, but she’s not like Zhou Hae-hye, she’s mean.

She wasn’t very happy to squeeze Zhou Hai Yi off the stool.

Are you kidding me?

I was able to sneak up and confirm it to him.

Men turn their eyes and touch their noses.

“…”

What, really.

Aunt Zhou put the kettle on the table and open it.

A rice porridge of fresh perfume floats all over the house.

She looked at my forehead and laughed:

“Come on, we’ve just got a cold, we’ll have a big fish when we’re done. I’m sorry.

I’m looking at the soft porridge in front of me.

One swallowed the saliva and the other shook his head with an apology.

I have nothing in return for them.

I have too little.

“How can a day not eat? Be good, be good. I’m sorry.

I keep my head down and don’t talk.

She sighs.

Turn your head and slap it to the back of Zhou Hai.

The sound hit me so hard.

“It’s all you, kid. You scared me again. I’m sorry.

“…”

Zhou Hae Hae-hye, he was speechless and numb.

“Come on, it’s me. I’ve got a pot on me that I can use for cooking. I’m sorry.

“If she doesn’t eat congee, you can’t eat it. I’m sorry.

Aunt Zhou gave me a signal.

“Clean, I beat him up. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-soo.

Up on the side of the bowl.

Get the spoon and get down.

The sharp eyes were filled with a few transgressions and begging.

“Ancestor, eat, we have nothing to do with this. I’m sorry.

“…”

I couldn’t bear to laugh.

Take the bowl and eat it.

“Easy, easy. I’m sorry.

Maybe the porridge is too hot.

It burns my eyes.

Tears fell from the cheeks to the horns of the mouth, and I tried to hold them, but I couldn’t hold them.

How could I not understand their intentions?

That’s how I treat 4-year-olds next door.

But I’m not a child anymore.

Even when I was a kid, my mom didn’t make me eat like that.

My dad hates girls, he doesn’t let me eat at the table, so I always eat in the corner.

With two pieces of meat, his chopsticks will hit me and say I’m selfish.

When the meal is full, his slap will fall on my face and say I’m lazy.

Every time I eat, I swallow. I’m afraid I’m going to eat slow. My dad’s gonna break the bowl for the next second.

My mom used to brag to the neighbors that I’d never have to eat since I was a kid, like a pig.

She always sees what she wants.

Tears fall like pearls that have broken the thread.

If they find out, I’m so busy, I’m gonna bury my face in the porridge.

I didn’t really cry.

A man drags a pack of paper and he’s afraid to give it.

Swallowed, the sound was tight.

“Mom, this time you’re going to have a hard time. I’m sorry.

“…”

8

When I finished my porridge, my tears stopped.

“Is it good? Clear. Zhou’s eyes are groaning.

I started laughing and focused.

She was relieved.

Turning around again, Zhou Hae Hae-hyun was hit hard.

“Damn boy, when did I miss cooking? I’m sorry.

“…”

Zhou Hai has his arms and his eyes are haunted.

I couldn’t help but keep my mouth shut and realized that it was bad and that it was coming down.

The men’s sight means they’ve been swept.

“…”

Aunt Chow went to the bathroom and indirectd the water.

Come back with hot towels, rub my face softly and put more on my eyes.

“Why are you crying like that? I’m sorry.

I slit my lips and my ears red.

She said, “Wait, let’s go for a little examination. The doctor says you’re having an inflammation in your right ear. As for the expenses, the kid put you in the hospital. He’s got a lot of money. A man of his age who does not take responsibility for his wrongs, I shall die ashamed of him. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-chul was packing a bowl of chopsticks, and his head was not lifted: “Yes. I’m sorry.

Shoot soon.

The doctor looked at the grey images and the tone was heavy.

“The child was previously injured in the right ear for too long, was not treated in time for the eardrum piercing, and is now repeatedly beaten with gravity and injured. The complexity of the situation is that, to say the least, drug use reduces the current inflammation. I’m sorry.

“Does surgery heal? Zhou’s eyebrow is wrinkled.

“The success rate is low, not recommended. I’m sorry.

It seems that the results were not anticipated by anyone.

After coming out of the hospital, everyone was silent.

But I don’t want them to be unhappy because of me.

The hearing in the right ear is falling, and that’s what I’ve discovered.

When I was five, my dad’s slap caused my eardrum to pierce.

My mom took me to the hospital and my dad took the money for gambling.

He said I’m sick without that. I’m running to the hospital.

My mother was weak and she only held me in tears and gave me two anti-inflammation pills.

His ears hurt at first, and he couldn’t sleep all night.

I feel like it’s going to get hot.

I hugged my mother and said I was in pain, and she shot me in the back so I could go to sleep and sleep.

I tried, but it didn’t work. The pain was magnified.

I said, Mom, I still hurt.

She had no pity in her eyes, but was impatient and suspicious.

She said it’s hard for me to make money.

But I’m not lying. It really hurts.

But nobody cares about me.

So I had to bear it so that I could bleed my finger and bite the tiger in the mouth.

It worked, and it really didn’t hurt.

Because pain has become a habit.

I was reminded, again and again, that I was a child without a soul.

But now this late heartache is seen in them.

This perception almost suffocates my chest.

I’ve been breathing a little bit and I’ve been holding my emotions back.

Smiling on the face, still a little dumb.

“It’s no different than normal people. Besides, a half-hearing is really cool! I’m sorry.

Aunt Zhou was over his head and his eyes were wet.

Zhou Hae-chul pulled his hand out of his pocket, covered my ear, and his voice was low.

“Well, it’s really cool. I’m sorry.

9

It’s too deep in the alley so it’s completely different to stand in the alley and walk in.

I thought Zhou Hae-chul was like they said he was a protection punk.

That’s why I went to him.

But after real contact, I found out it wasn’t.

He’s a good guy, his mother too.

They’re good people.

It’s like a piping ball, and then it goes back.

I’m bleeding from Tang.

There is no escape, no death, and it is destined for eternity.

On the way back, Aunt Zhou was holding my hand tight, and Zhou was carrying the medicine prescribed by the doctor and walking behind us.

It’s like we’re family.

I wish there was no end to this road and it could go on like this.

But I know it’s impossible.

When we get to the alley, the fantasy ends. I have no reason to stay.

Some can’t say sorry.

I’m gonna take the luggage from the door and go home.

As for what I’ll be waiting for when I get home, I don’t know, I just think it’s hard to breathe.

Strangely, I looked for my bag three times at the door.

“Don’t you come in and look for ghosts at the door?”

I’m afraid I’m late for work, and Zhou Hae Hae-won started writing when he got home.

Two long legs one front and one behind the bench.

And I whispered, “Look for a bag, like a knitting bag. I’m sorry.

He raised his pen to the top, “In the south towards the sun, my mother put it up for you. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

Not yet.

Aunt Chow came out of the kitchen.

And I hugged my shoulder and said, “Clean up, the soup is stewed. I packed you a room upstairs. I’m sorry.

When I get what I mean, I’m gonna swing.

“No, no, auntie, I’ll be home soon. I’m sorry.

“What are you going back for?”

Zhou Hae-hai doesn’t lift his head.

“Don’t go out and fall when you’re done, I’ll be stabbed in the spine again in Zhou Hae Yi, and I’ll bully the kids.” I’m sorry.

“…”

Aunt Zhou said, “Yes, yes, stay for two days to raise your body. I’m sorry.

I fell in the air and threw a big pie at me.

Half-push, half-push, just go upstairs.

The room was neat, with a separate closet and desk, and a brand-new set of four flowers on the bed.

A bowl of sweet little meat on the windowsills with the sun tan.

Maybe the atmosphere is too good.

And the khaki-weaving bags on the couch were also sown brightly.

I stood at the door.

“It’s still too simple, it’s too late, the girls’ room should take some time to think. I’m sorry.

No, it’s good enough that it’s not real.

I’ve never lived in such a beautiful room. It’s always been the dark, dark, groceries.

Maybe I should, but I can’t help it.

At dinner, Aunt Zhou put the last of the cucumbers in the middle of the table.

Three dishes and a soup. Each one looks good.

Not a pot of stew.

The bowls and discs, they’re set, white and black.

No cracks and openings.

I read in a book to the effect that people eat, a family atmosphere and an attitude to life is clear from the table.

It’s simple, but it’s the home I long for, but it’s not.

Aunt Zhou told me to stop eating like I am home.

I don’t say a word.

Sneak the speed of eating and try to keep it as slow as possible, but I’ve finished the food from the bowl. I’m not afraid to move.

When you’re finished, you can’t take it anymore, otherwise it’s selfish.

It’s unpopular.

That’s what my parents taught me from childhood.

There’s a lot of people who don’t like me, but I don’t want Aunt Zhou not to like me either.

I’m going to pick up the only rice left in the bowl and act like I’m busy. They won’t stop and let them find my embarrassment and disrespect. I wish I could just slow down.

Finally, even the last grain of rice in the bowl was eaten.

I slowly put chopsticks by the bowl.

Aunt Zhou: Qingqing, are you eating enough? How can you eat so little? I’m sorry.

I nod, “Eat full, auntie. I’m sorry.

She’s worried.

“Really.” I’m sorry.

In order to increase credibility, I had a hiccup.

I feel the shadow of my eyes, I look up and I look up.

He’s got eyes.

“All you have to do is live here for one day, and this is your home for one day. I’m sorry.

I didn’t really think about what he said.

Then we’ll go upstairs and do our homework.

Behind you, they looked at each other for a long time, and Aunt Zhou started by sighing.

10

Not surprisingly.

As a result of eating half a pound, he was awakened in the middle of the night.

The stomach hurts to anti acid.

I rubbed my hands on my stomach and lay on my side of the body strangling.

In the light of past experience, it would be good to have that moment.

I’m starting to lose my mind and my attention.

It’s Saturday, it’s Sunday.

Seven days off on the Fourth of July and school is not due until Monday.

But I don’t want to go to school. I’m afraid of those people, and I don’t know how to deal with Mr. Lee.

Under the covers is soft and comfortable.

I stretch out my hand to smooth the wrinkles of the surface, and smell.

It doesn’t smell like smoke or wine, it doesn’t smell like moist, it smells like sunlight.

I can’t help but talk.

Aunt Cho hugged me today and she said she liked me the first time she saw me, and I was cute everywhere.

She said she didn’t mean it in the morning. She was just scared of ghosts.

She also stated that I had a relationship with Zhou’s family, that she had always wanted to have a daughter named Zhou Qing, a son and a daughter, and that she meant Zhong Zhong, and Vientiane was flat.

She just doesn’t have that.

When she said that, the tone revealed calm sorrow.

I’m afraid to ask because it’s kind of worse.

There is all that is hidden and pure.

I don’t know if God saw my pity and finally offered me some sympathy.

If so, I’ll beg him to have more sympathy.

Just a little bit.

Let me stay here for a few more days.

Consider it a short dream.

I flipped over again in bed, and the woodbed squeaked.

This is a small building for some years.

I can’t sleep because I can’t feel my stomach. Just turn on the light on the bedside and pull out the math test.

It wasn’t a few minutes before the pen was opened and the door was slammed.

I opened the door.

The man leans on the door frame.

“Are you still awake?”

“I, I’ll sleep right away. I’m sorry.

He looks straight.

The contours of the stereo are dark and dark below the light.

With this look, I seem to have the illusion of being seen through.

He said:

“I’ve never raised a child in Zhou Hae-won, but I’m not stupid enough to starve to death. I’m sorry.

My face is red, it feels hot.

And the veils of every means are lifted up and exposed to the most embarrassing side.

I don’t know how to fix it.

I’ve never seen anything before.

I didn’t realize my lips were shaking at this time.

I’m scared, afraid they’ll think I’m hypocritical and unpopular.

I slowly looked down.

Like, I can’t hold anything.

My chin was squeezed by my big hand, and I leaned on my head, slipped down my eyelids, and I was wet.

A dry abdomen wipes tears, and men sigh.

“Why are you crying again?

“I’ve been downstairs all this time, and normal kids are going down for food.

“You’re nothing like your father. One’s in trouble. One’s in trouble.

“What are you worried about? I’m sorry.

I sucked my nose and looked at him.

But he didn’t want it yesterday.

It was as if he had shown to me that he had touched the wrinkled ten dollars in his pocket and put it in his hand.

When I saw it, he put it back in his pocket.

Pull my hand, step down, stop in the kitchen.

The lights are on.

Bone soup in the high-pressure pan is still warm.

He said, “My mother left it for you. I’m sorry.

That’s when I realized that my acting was so bad.

But I’ve never been broken by my parents for 10 years.

Then I knew that some looked with their eyes and others with their hearts.

“Cooks are limited. How about a bouquet soup? I’m sorry.

I’m nodding.

He told me to sit down and wait.

He stretched out his hand and sewd the window because he had not turned on the smoker.

It’s good.

There’s soup bowls, lots of them, and they won’t finish.

“Can we finish?”

I said yes.

He asked:

“More or less? I’m sorry.

I said right.

And the next second, it’s just a brain failure.

It doesn’t hurt, but it rings.

He looked up and asked, “Are there more or fewer?” I’m sorry.

I’m telling the truth with my head, “More. I’m sorry.

He’s so cool, he moves the soup bowl in front of me and replaces it with a little pink ear bowl.

“There will be no more to eat, not to finish. Eating is bad for the stomach. I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

Cracked noodles piled with ribs and corn.

I ate it.

He sat across the street eating the soup bowl.

He asked, “Is it good?”

I said, “It’s delicious. I’m sorry.

He laughed, “You’re a good kid. I’m sorry.

The quiet kitchen was full of food, and the evening wind blew through the window and filled the stomach and heart with an inch.

Eleven.

Maybe I’ve never slept so well before, and the next day I fell asleep at about 7:00.

When you see the clock on the wall, your blood is coagulated.

After my mom left, it was just me and my dad.

I was forced to get up at five o’clock in the spring, summer, autumn and winter, to finish my chores and go to school. But if you sleep a little longer, you wake me up with fists and cursing.

I was in a hurry to get dressed and go downstairs.

It’s not in my house.

Tight nerves relax.

The door was open downstairs. Someone got up, but it was quiet.

In retrospect, when the room was just out, the door on the left aunt was closed, and the mat on the door was sewn. On the other hand, the door was wide open.

That should be him.

After the wash, I thought last night after dinner, it seemed like the bowl had not been brushed.

I went into the kitchen, but the sink was empty, dry and dry, and the dishes were sorted in the cupboard, and even the rags of the desktop were folded.

And then I went to the balcony to see if there were any dirty clothes to wash, and I looked up, and the whole family was hung up with mine.

I don’t believe in evil, and I pick up the mop from the door, and the ground is brighter and cleaner than my face.

The whole family is useless.

I’m:

Are you always so hard-working and clean?

“At this early age? I’m sorry.

The sound of familiarity came out of nowhere.

I was scared to let go of my hand and the mop fell on the floor.

Zhou Hae-yi was wearing a sweatshirt and walked in from outside.

He put the breakfast in his hand on the table, with buns, buns, soybeans and oil bars.

“Whatever you like. I’m sorry.

Come closer, put my mop back in place.

Then press me at the table.

From all kinds of breakfast, the bag with the big thumbs.

“This, however full, you eat and play.” I think kids like this. I’m sorry.

Five-colour buns, two dollars ten.

Parents love to take this to their kids.

I wanted it when I was a kid, but my mom didn’t think it would be cost-effective, even if I went to school every day.

Then when I could afford it, I was over that age and I didn’t think it was necessary.

When I was little, my desire was right in front of me, and I reached out to pick up a pink one.

Bite it.

It’s the smell of imagination, the sweet.

I looked up at him and my eyes were bending.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.

He stomped, scratched his lips.

I picked up the cutest purple buns and handed them to him.

“It’s delicious, you too. I’m sorry.

He laughed, “I’m not a kid. I’m sorry.

“Can’t you eat a five-colour bun if you’re not a kid?

“I’m not a child either. I’m sorry.

He said: “A man and a child are big.” I’m sorry.

Then I swallowed it with my hand.

Not enough for his teeth.

After dinner, I’m fine.

Zhou Hai Yi changed his clothes and put them in the studio.

He asked me to watch TV, and I shook my head and showed no interest.

He asked me to do my homework, and I waved, and I didn’t want to.

He said, “Then you go drag the ground.”

I said this can have.

He said I must have a fever.

“I don’t have time to work with you.” I’m sorry.

Then I’ll have a board and a pen, and I’ll sit next to him, and I’ll do it together.

When he picks up a pen, it’s like he’s changed.

He’s a great painter.

I can’t. I’m born with a bad artistic talent.

The painting lasted half a day and three matches were drawn, one of which was short of arms and legs.

He didn’t say anything. He laughed at my paintings and cried.

Refuse to paint, starting with me.

So the next day, I sat right next to him and wrote my homework.

Me, Aunt Chow, and Zhou Hae-won, the three of you can say that they have a relationship but not a match.

I get up early, Aunt Chow gets up early, and I get up late.

Aunt Zhou has a serious insomnia, so she takes sleeping pills every day and usually wakes up at 9 a.m. and then goes to the market to buy food and cook.

The rest of the time, she likes to read books, from ” A century of loneliness ” , ” Love during cholera ” , ” Tragic World ” to ” Living ” . Almost all the books she’d flip over. Occasionally, they watch a number of battle films, but it appears to be in those shifts. She has a strong interlocutive ability, often insinuated and weeping.

When she’s tired, she sits at the door and stares at the guacamole. At 9:00 p.m., she’ll be in her room on time.

Zhou Hae-chul is a tattooer, and his working hours are free and the first floor, on the right, part, is where he works. He will get up on time at 6 a.m., contract all domestic work, then go out and exercise and return with breakfast around 7:30. For the rest of the morning, he would keep writing, or he would just sort it out.

Some guests will come looking for him between the afternoon and the morning. He’s supposed to be a good guy, even if he’s got a pig-killing holler all the time, but when he leaves, he’ll have his thumbs up and he’ll find him next time.

Of course, it is not precluded that he will not sleep more during the day until late hours.

I’m a free man in this house. They say kids don’t have to do housework. I don’t like to play with electronics, so I either write my homework, sit at the door with Aunt Chow, or help Zhou Hae Hae-won organize the desk.

I have a good memory, and I’ll remember the location and order of each tool if I see him play it again.

If you’re trying to make fun of yourself, it’s probably the hand that admires Zhou Hai Yi.

His hands were very good, his hands were large, but his shapes were long, his bones were clear, especially when he was working with black tremors and a natural attraction.

Every day he asks if I have more or less.

At first, it was difficult for me to say the truth and to be used to lying, but what I can’t believe is that he was able to read it with precision every time and then give me a brain failure.

That’s just a click on my disguise.

He said that all the things your parents taught were bullshit and who heard who was the dumb fool who couldn’t sleep and starve at night.

I didn’t know it was good to eat until I was stupid.

In the meantime, I’ll go home in the middle of the day and get my money can.

My dad wasn’t home.

Neighbors say my dad’s been very lucky recently and won a lot of money, and he’s never seen anyone around.

Oh, well, I hope he’s always winning, so he can’t remember having a daughter to piss off.

12

At night, I couldn’t sleep again.

But it was fun this time.

Aunt Chow asked me to go out with her today, she wanted to follow her, and Aunt Chow told him to stay wherever he wanted.

Then she took me to a women’s lingerie store I’ve never been in.

For the first time, I knew that girls could have so many types and colours in their underwear, that different stages of adolescence had to be worn, and that it was abnormal to have empty glasses.

Auntie didn’t get tired of trying one by one until she picked out the right one for me.

Her hand taught me how to wear different underwear properly and how to rebut the shoulder belt.

She said that chest development was a normal physical phenomenon, which represented a gradual growth of clarity, with a strong head and no shyness.

She said that if lingerie was not properly chosen, it was easy to cause chest problems, especially breast milk.

So that day, I had the first and second girl’s underwear in the real sense of my life, from my aunt.

Perhaps she was too nuanced to be so impressed by the shopkeeper’s sister that she was so fond of her daughter.

Aunt didn’t deny it, just put me in my arms.

“How can such a good girl not hurt?” I’m sorry.

Aunt Chow is more like a mother than a mother.

I buried my face in a soft blanket and felt like I was going to be happy.

From now on, I’m also a child with beautiful and comfortable underwear!

Undergarments!

Hey!

Knowing what, I sit on the bed.

New underwear’s still on the couch downstairs! Auntie said you had to wash your hands to wear them.

I put my slippers on the floor and I was going to wash them overnight.

There’s a dark little light in the living room. The man on the couch is half naked. In the shadows, the white smoke spreads slowly from the thin tip of his fingertips, but he remains still as if he had been taken from his soul, and there is only one body left to swallow.

I’m stuck.

It’s like he’s feeling something.

“You hungry? I’m sorry.

I shook my head, realized he couldn’t see, and I said:

“No, I’ll get a little bag. I forgot to wash the clothes. I’m sorry.

“You said those two little vests? I washed up. I’m sorry.

Huh?

I’m surprised.

And when they look to the balcony, they will see them all hanging on their coats, and they will see that they wash their hands.

There’s a strange feeling in my heart.

What’s he doing so fast?

He filmed the position on the side of the camera, indicating me to sit down.

“Can’t wash hands?” I’m sorry.

I put my cheeks on my head and shake my head, “No, you’re too strong for me. I’m sorry.

He said:

“Then I’ll be careful next time. I’m sorry.

In his eyes, I was a child who had not grown up, and I didn’t have much experience with men. He looked at me as my sister, and I looked at him as his brother, and we didn’t realize what was wrong.

It’s almost midnight. He’s pushing me to bed.

I won’t.

For family reasons, I used to look at my father’s face, and I was sensitive to people for a long time.

Zhou Hae-chul is very bad right now.

He is near a desperate prisoner, waiting and watching.

Let me think that I should be there for him right now.

I was glad my instincts were right.

The clock points to twelve.

There’s a noise coming from upstairs to open the door. Aunty’s downstairs.

But she didn’t seem to notice us, straight through the living room, all the way to the yard, under that cinnamon tree.

I thought it was sleepwalking. I couldn’t say anything. I was afraid to disturb her.

The night is dark, the wind blows through the wind bells of the leaf-driven branches, and the sound of a clutter is amplified by the sound of silence.

And the slender figure turns around, turns back, steps on the bell and dances, and every move runs out.

As if all life and hope were burning, and she herself made the moths of fire, burying herself in this sea of fire in an extremely sad gesture.

I sit at the door with Zhou Hae-chul and do this life dance in silence.

One dance, she’s leaning back, like she’s going to give it to someone else.

However, with excessive hope comes extreme despair and despair.

There was nothing behind her, she fell to the ground, her hands were raging on the ground, tears were raining.

“Why, you never come back to see me again. I’m afraid of ghosts, but I’m not afraid of you.

“They’re all bullying me without you. I’m sorry.

I wanted to get up there and stop her, and a big hand grabbed me.

The voice was low and weary: “Go, she will not wake up.” I’m sorry.

Pain flows through every human being in the same way, while every human being passes through the rivers of suffering in a different way, with some drowning in them for long periods of time and others walking alone on their backs.

Unleashing is the way of life.

That night, she was not brought back to her room until Aunt Zhou cried.

I took warm wet towels, I wiped Aunty’s face, my hands, and I wiped the tears and dirt off her, but I knew I couldn’t wipe off her heart.

After my aunt fell asleep, Zhou Hae-chul sat back on the couch and I sat right next to him.

Under the light, the man looked up at the ceiling and his eyes were red.

For a while, he asked:

“Afraid?

I said, “No, I’m not afraid. I’m sorry.

It is said that there are wind bells on the trees, the wind is ringing, and those who die will return to their homes.

When my mom left, I hung a wind bell at the door every night.

But for two years, I didn’t dream of seeing her once.

It’s my dad who broke the wind bell and warned me not to do this mess, to make him nervous and have nightmares every night.

So what are you afraid of?

And what you fear is hard to see day and night.

I’m not afraid, but I’m sorry.

I’m sorry they tried to keep me warm even though they couldn’t help themselves.

I am sorry that, while the world is always full of shit, there are still people suture.

I’m sorry that we’re in the same mouth, in the same person, in the same world.

Zhou Hae-chul was too bitter in his heart, so bitter that I could sit by his side, so that he could remain in the bitterness and loneliness that he could hardly speak, as if he were standing between life and death, while being left behind by both.

And I can’t do anything.

13

The next week aunt woke up and she remembered the night before.

She said she wouldn’t hurt me.

When she said that, she was like a little bit of a careless man in Anzi.

My nose is sore, but I’m not stupid in my heart, and Aunt Zhou’s not crazy. They’re just going through pain that nobody else can understand.

I said, you’re a great dancer. Can you teach me?

She woke up red in a flash, then wiped her horns and noded her head.

So the shadow of the tree of guacamole came from this small, and was no longer alone.

It’s just that God didn’t open a window for me to paint, nor did he push me out of the door to dance.

I can’t learn how to do it. Auntie’s hand taught me over and over again until I can dance like one.

She said that she met with Papa Zhou Hai Yi on the basis of this dance, which he loved most.

Because she loved cinnamon, he loved cinnamon trees.

I don’t like it when I die.

Silence.

There is optimism relative to pessimism: one is released during the day while one is locked in the night.

I don’t know.

What happened in this town is almost impossible to hide.

Rumours, fearless.

So when Auntie went to the market to buy food, I had to follow.

There are two food markets in the town, and my family is west of town, going to the west market, while Zhou is east of town and east market.

The town says it’s not small, but I’ve hardly been to the East Market.

East is bigger than West, and people are noisy.

The entrance was a middle-aged man, with a single-bar bike in front of him, with a big bag on both sides and a painted horn on his head:

“Hair, long hair, long braids, high price recovery, hair for sale. I’m sorry.

When he saw my eyes open, he grabbed my arm and asked:

Do you sell your hair? I’m sorry.

My mom says long hair absorbs nutrients, so I’ve been a mother dog since childhood eating short hair like a fake boy.

But I actually liked long hair, so I stopped cutting after my mom died.

Four years later, he didn’t grow much, but he had long hair.

He couldn’t wait to pull, scared me.

Aunt’s unconscious in front of me.

“My daughter doesn’t sell her hair.” I’m sorry.

And then pull me away.

Middle-aged men are rushing to stop, “Ah, aah, aah! How about 200?

“300! 300 is good? I’m sorry.

“We’re not going to sell much. I’m sorry.

“It’s high enough! You don’t have that price anywhere else!”

I didn’t know there was a crowd around and I was watching.

“Oh, isn’t this the crazy widow in the alley? When did you get a daughter? I’m sorry.

“She died early, afraid that she would be lonely. I’m sorry.

“I heard her man would have left her out of sight. I’m sorry.

“That girl on the side looks familiar. Isn’t she the one whose mother wants to kill herself? I’m sorry.

“Oh, don’t say that, really. I’m sorry.

“The saddest two of the two heads of the East and the West are together. I’m sorry.

“3000 is too little. Take it. I’m not greedy.”

“The night before last, I heard this crazy bitch go crazy again. I’m sorry.

“Shh, shut up and watch out for that punk. I’m sorry.

Initially a dog was barking, then two, then a group of dogs were barking, but they had no idea why.

A group of good people, who are like walls that are not well-constructed, and who dance with their teeth and claws, who know nothing but slander, speak out and define a person in three words.

Aunt Chow’s lips are tight and my hands are shaking.

For a moment, my heart seemed to have been pulsed by something, and my anger went from the chest to the throat.

Why did I have to bring you up?

She’s already in pain, and why should she suffer from plain evil?

I stomped my fist, one through their ugly mouths, and broke up with my aunt’s hand and hit them with my best efforts.

Get out! Get out! Bastards! Bastard!

“You’re gonna suck your ass! You’re crazy! You’re worse than dogs!”

I don’t know how to yell. Words that I can find in my head are like my dad’s saying.

But their mouths are dirtyer than mine.

The thought of aunty facing them alone.

I’m holding my breath even more.

The same is the case of men who are soft and afraid of hard, but who are afraid of life.

I ran all around, enough to tear someone up, screaming and yelling, and they yelled at me, and I yelled back in one word.

In the chaos, my hair was pulled down and my face was caught in the heat.

To protect me, she had her coat ripped and her arms strangled several times.

They called me crazy.

I’ll show them crazy.

When you get caught, you spit, you spit on the stars, and you yell at them and you don’t dare.

I’ve been thinking about the scene of my dad hitting him that night.

Move faster than the brain.

I didn’t even get it. I was imitating.

I took a bite at them, and I looked at them, and I said, “Don’t talk to my mother again, your tongues, I’ll bite you! I’m sorry.

Man is strong, and the first step is to imitate.

I’m on my way.

At the alley, it’s soft.

It’s the first time I’ve had a fight, and the first time I’ve been so bold.

Aunty, catch me with your eyes.

The lips are white as willows.

“Does it hurt, Qing Qing, it’s your aunt. I’m sorry.

“This little wound doesn’t feel at all. I’m a big-ass punch. “I stand and slap my chest, “Aunt, I’ll protect you later! I’m sorry.

She held me and cried and laughed.

Back that day, Zhou Hae-hye saw us in a mess and looked so heavy.

She wouldn’t tell me.

I can’t believe it. 1510 told me what happened to them.

He heard nothing and went out with a stick.

Don’t do it! Zhou Qiang.

He’s got a curvature on his forehead and turned to anger:

“Every time!

“So I’ll watch you get bullied? I’m sorry.

She closes her eyes and tears.

“Mommy, can you please? I’m sorry.

In silent confrontations, men eventually fall.

Almost no child can refuse her mother’s plea to cry.

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

When she returned to her room, Zhou Hae-won sat at the door and watched the guacamole with no emotion on her face.

I sat next to him.

Quiet in his ear:

Zhou Hae-chul, it’s not too late for a man to avenge himself. I can’t remember anyone who bullied Auntie! I’m sorry.

And fearing that he might not believe, We shall count him by the finger: “There is a woman of forty years old with short hair and teeth, which is like garlic, she scolded first. She’s wearing pink clothes with one eyelid and a little boy with no onions in her hand. There’s a 50-year-old mother of the Mediterranean who’s got a loud voice like a cannon, and she’s the meanest! I’m sorry.

“and…”

“and…”

“Finally, there’s a long hair and a nose face, and she grabbed me and pulled my hair! I’m sorry.

I don’t know where to put a smile on him. He’s got a face.

“I don’t see it, it’s a vendetta. I’m sorry.

He reached out and touched me gently on the forehead, with three nail scratches on it.

Does it hurt?

I was going to say it didn’t hurt, and I was going to say the truth, “It hurts, it hurts. And my hair is bald! I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-chul reached out to me and put my hand on his head, “Then I’ll let you come back.” I’m sorry.

The touch of my men is soft, and I shake my head:

“I’m going to make a big deal out of it. I’m sorry.

He said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I didn’t know what Zhou had done in private, but when I went to the market with my aunt to buy food, I met people who weren’t polite enough to chew their tongues in the face, and as for the back, that’s different.

When asked, he found out that he had gone out for two rounds, but that anyone who had a problem with the family had been shaken out.

Those who scolded others for not following the woman’s path, went astray and were caught by their husbands. No one else wanted it, and his husband never came home and raised him outside. Men who accuse others of cheating because their husbands are out looking for chickens and have AIDS.

He’s got a taped loudspeaker, he’s walking down the street, he’s playing around.

He said that it was his fault that a man in this town did not know about the shit.

All in all, it’s their turn to pay for what they have done.

If you’re going to compare it, I always think that aunty is a small, small tree, witness the marks of the past, experience the past of sorrow and joy, have an all-encompassing aerobics, look like a weak wind, have deep roots in the real tree, have confused with the wind.

And the Zhou Hae-hyun is a wolf bound by a strong vine. He has collected for a while the claws and the teeth, and his blood is increasingly covered by the sweetness of the tree, but it is only covered, and the indispensible indistinguishment is rare.

14

The painful days are long and hard, while the happy ones blink.

The closer I get to school, the more frightened I get.

Living here is happiness.

But I stole this happiness, and I’m not feeling any better now.

Schooling is like an end signal, about to break out of the comfort loops that were built on these days.

I was anxious to deepen my ties with this family with something.

He wanted to go, so I woke up at 5:00 a.m. and secretly did the housework.

By the time Zhou Hae-won came down, I would have brought breakfast to the table.

He looked around and looked at me again.

“You did my job. What am I doing? I’m sorry.

I’m pointing at the fried rice in front of me.

“You eat breakfast. I’m sorry.

He squeaked and pulled the stool down.

They scratched and chewed slowly.

“Do you think it’s good? I’m sorry.

I looked down and I ate half of my fried rice.

“It’s delicious. I’m sorry.

I don’t pick food, I eat as long as it’s ripe.

The hand on the other side with the chopstick shivered and asked, “Are you serious?” I’m sorry.

“It’s delicious. I’m still the best cook in the family. I’m sorry.

My mom cooks a pot of stew and my dad doesn’t cook.

I’m the best cook in our house.

Even when my dad yelled at me, he didn’t yell at me for cooking.

He took a breath of cool air and said, “Well, your taste must have gone away together.

“It’s good, it’s a little sorry, it’s not good, it’s a little bad for self-confidence. Let’s just say you’re a good cook in the famine. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

He said, “It’s good to suppress appetite. I’m sorry.

“…”

If it’s euphemism to say Zhou Hae-wei, then she’s going straight in.

She tasted it, she wrinkled.

“Aaah, you can’t do the fried rice. Don’t do it again. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hai is silent.

I said, “Well, it’s okay. I think it’s delicious. I’m sorry.

She said, “O Qingqing, you do not have to replace him. This is a clear fragrance, and the pig can walk ten miles at a bite. I’m sorry.

“…”

I touched my nose.

My dad likes to eat my fried rice, and he never moves. No wonder he’s worse than a pig.

For the first time, I realized that my cooking was no good.

I had to give up cooking this way.

So, in the afternoon, Aunt N. painted a war movie.

When she was nervous about the hero, I comforted her with the memories she had had with me, “It’s all right, someone will save him. I’m sorry.

When she saw the anti-rebels succeed, I took a slash of the shoulder, “It’s all right, he’s dead in the next episode.” I’m sorry.

She’s “…”

One more word from me, and I’m going to tear my eyes open.

In the studio.

Zhou Hae-won gave me a pen, thirsty me, tired me back.

When I put water in his glass for the tenth time, he held my hand.

“I can’t drink anymore. I’m sorry.

Put down the kettle and I’ll turn around and take a towel and wipe the table.

“The paint is almost polished. I’m sorry.

He put me on the side of the rice and pulled me over the covers.

Shoot me in the head:

“Behave, sleep. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

At dinner at night.

Auntie asked me if I was going to school tomorrow.

I put my head together and nod.

Zhou Haeqi said, “Shall I take you to school?” I’m sorry.

I endured the sourness of my nose, slowly swallowing it: “No, no, no, the school is close.” I’m sorry.

It’s really time for me to find out how much I can’t leave.

But I couldn’t think of a reason to stay.

After a while, Auntie whispered:

“What do you want for lunch tomorrow? I’m sorry.

I smoked snorts and twitched.

The mother and the son looked away.

Zhou Hae Hae-guk’s Queen of the Sea: “Why can’t a child go to school without going home? I’m sorry.

The aunt heard the breath.

“Well, then no one will dance with my wife and go shopping with me. I’m sorry.

“Hey, I don’t know where to find a nice, smart little assistant who packs up his tools. I’m sorry.

When I heard this, I raised my left hand above my head, raised it high, swallowed the rice in my mouth.

“I, I will!”

I’d do anything.

Maybe the mood was out of control and a bubble came out of my nostrils. I took a breath and the bubble was bigger.

Zhou Hae-chul smiled while he gave me paper.

“You just eat too little, think too much, don’t think too much, don’t go too far, don’t get comfortable, or you’ll have more than enough to raise a child. I’m sorry.

Aunt Zhou said she never wanted me to leave since the day I came in.

I listen to every word in my ear.

On that day, I was deeply attacked by unprecedented goodwill and my limbs softened.

15

Some say that the truth of life is, give a slap, give a sweet date.

For me, maybe it’s a sweet date and a slap.

Before I went to bed at night, I was wondering how to apologize to her and how I could protect myself in the face of violence in their schools.

The next day, at school, he learned that Mr. Lee had resigned.

It was reported that she had been pregnant for more than two months, but that the baby was unstable, so her husband forcibly brought her home to foster her.

The new teacher is a middle-aged female teacher, gentle but not deterrent.

So after school, I was stuck in the classroom.

They threw the broom at me.

The one covered in dirt rolled my feet and blacked the little white shoes.

“Don’t go back until it’s finished. I’m sorry.

The side of the fist is tight and loose.

This group is moving between maturity and childishness and prefers to look for a sense of existence and achievement in a new context while at the same time bullying.

It was often discussed in private who should be the boss, and it was not long ago that the one in the alley was the best and the hardest to get a tattoo.

I took the paper and wiped the stains on my toes.

That’s the new shoes Auntie just bought me.

“Hey, you hear me? I’m sorry.

I’m not happy to have the first tall child.

I looked and I said:

“He heard, but I didn’t sweep. I’m sorry.

She reached out and hit me.

I can’t hide.

“Face, push.

Zhou Hae-chul is my brother. If you don’t kill me today, you’ll be dead tomorrow. I’m sorry.

She’s in the air, unconscious and in the eyes of the people around her.

I’ve practiced this scene many times in my heart.

“Why not?

“If you don’t believe me, either you come with me or you wait for tomorrow’s parents’ meeting.

“Better come back with me, and when the door closes, you’ll have to call out to God. I’m sorry.

I’ve played dog-fighters, and they won’t believe it for a while.

Until I walked out of the classroom and out of the school, no one came after me.

I’m so relieved.

But words are far less effective than their own.

I’m thinking about how to get Zhou Hae-won to pretend to be my brother tomorrow for a parent meeting.

At night, Aunt Chow was resting and Zhou Hai Yi was tattooing.

I sat next to him, and I couldn’t walk away.

Hot fanning, cold covers, thirsty water, sour shoulders, tired backs.

What tools are needed? I’ll get rid of them and deliver them to him in the next second.

It’s a good aesthetic, good technology.

The tattooed customer turned to Zhou Hae-il and found such a sweet little assistant.

He bowed his head in the fog, and his hands were smooth, and one of the proper ways was: “The sky fell down.” I’m sorry.

The guests were made to laugh, and even the pain was ignored.

The fog was long, and I fell asleep on the table in the machine’s low buzz.

Once again, it’s on the rice, and it’s time to finish Zhou Hae-won’s work.

After the guest left, he took off his gloves and cut the subject:

“Say something. I’m sorry.

“Ah? Is it so obvious?” I scratched my face.

He didn’t say anything, but he said, “You can’t hide anything.”

I said, “Is there a parents’ meeting tomorrow? I’m sorry.

And I cried “brother” at the end, afraid he would refuse.

He came out of nowhere.

“Well, you can call your brother if you have anything, and you can’t cry back.” I’m sorry.

I felt the tip of my nose.

It’s easy to say, but my brother doesn’t know why he feels weird, especially when I’m talking with an accent.

I had to call my brother again with a hard head.

The radians above his mouth are visible and his beautiful eyes are smiling.

“Okay, I’ll go.”

I’m relieved. I’m busy.

“Big brother, you’ll be able to show the big flower arms tomorrow. I’m sorry.

They’ll be even more frightened when they’re made up of his mean face.

He’s down, staring at me.

“Wasn’t he being bullied at school? Honestly. I’m sorry.

His heart was soft, he hesitated to admit, and he confessed to what he had done today.

“Looks like a fool. He’s smart at the moment. I’m sorry.

He nodded, “Okay, I got it. You go to school. I’m sorry.

I’m not mad at him. I have to go in:

“Big brother, you must show them your big arms tomorrow. I’m sorry.

“Where did I get my big arm?” I’m sorry.

That’s weird.

Although Zhou Hai Yi is a tattooer, he has no tattoo on him.

But it’s okay, I was ready.

My eyes were bright, and the next second I pulled out of my pocket a half-dollar tattoo on the table.

Brother, do you like Green Dragon or White Tiger? I’m sorry.

“…”

16

The next day, the other parents were almost there and had not yet seen the shadow of Zhou Hai Yi.

I can’t help wondering if he’s temporarily turned back.

When I looked out the window the 30th time, I finally saw a familiar figure.

Men in black leather jackets, with sunglasses on their faces, with Martin boots on their feet, walking on long, strong legs, and the whole population, like the gangsters in the Hong Kong films.

When he sat next to me, the noisy classroom was quiet.

I filmed the chest, whispering, “I thought you weren’t coming. I’m sorry.

He had no expression: “It was almost half a day before the security guard at the door let me in.” I’m sorry.

Then he took off his coat, which was a pure black short sleeve.

Show two arms, left blue dragon, right white tiger.

The group, headed by the birth of a tall child, has been watching, pouring down their breath.

It worked. I snuck up a thumb for Zhou Hai.

During the rest of the day, there were boys in the class staring at Zhou Hae-chul’s wrangling arms.

“How do I feel about this tattoo? I’m sorry.

“Is it a fake? I’m sorry.

I smell a stiff.

The person next to him leaned on the back of the chair and single-handedly picked out his sunglasses and showed contempt.

“Some people know shit, a bunch of dirt, it’s the latest tattoo technology. I’m sorry.

“…”

“…”

I stood up to the pole and followed by the peace. They don’t know shit! I’m sorry.

A bunch of little boys, red-eyed, blame each other.

“I said it wasn’t a tattoo. You said it was. I’m sorry.

“Fake, I thought it wasn’t at first sight. You didn’t believe it. I’m sorry.

The parents were invited by their teachers to discuss their monthly results.

I’m in a position where I’m filled with people who don’t normally know each other and seem to forget what they used to do to me.

They’re full of shit.

“Your brother is so handsome! I’m sorry.

We said: “He is fierce.” I’m sorry.

“Your brother is so tall! I’m sorry.

I said, “He fights hard. I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you know you had a brother? I’m sorry.

We said, “It was only then that he was idle when he was a gangster, and he spent all his days shooting and shooting and killing a black tiger. I’m sorry.

“…”

We said, “He is one of the ones whose tempers are cloudy, and who is the least used to small groups and crowds, and who do not agree with each other. I’m sorry.

“…”

Insurgent junior high school, the wind is the rain, coupled with the Zhou Hae-il’s appearance, his mysterious history and his beliefs.

I’m bluffing, my eyes flash.

I’m getting addictive.

Zhou Hae-chul came back, and he stepped in and stood behind me.

And I turned my eyes, and held his hand, and cried out, “Brother, don’t be impulsive, don’t talk, don’t shoot.” I’m sorry.

A hive, the people in front of you are all clear.

He says, “…”

The name was a bang, and Zhou Hae-hyun did not know what they had to say to their parents and saw them walking around again.

I’m so happy I ate an extra bowl.

But it was early.

At night, Zhou Hae Yi pointed at me a 17-point math test.

“I don’t see it. It’s just a little eyebag. I’m sorry.

I’m blushing.

They kicked me on the bench last month in math, and let me give you the answer. I’ve been writing for five minutes, and I’m still in the back.

Woodsoo must be destroyed by the wind.

Being good, quiet and helpless will only make my situation worse, so I have kept myself ordinary and reduced.

Zhou Hae-hyun’s manuscript is gone, and I have a small bench sitting next to me, and I have to teach me math to pick up the papers.

I thought he was joking, but the more he heard it, the more he talked about complex topics, the more he could understand them and the more he believed.

I’m sorry. How high is the threshold?

Maybe my eyes were so obvious he gave me a brain failure.

“What are you looking at? I’ve taught you more than anything. I’m sorry.

I said, “But you don’t look like you can learn. I’m sorry.

He said, “You look like you can learn. I’m sorry.

I’m:

So every night he takes time to teach me math.

I’m good at learning, but it happens to be the weakest of all subjects.

There is no rejection.

Until the second month of the exam, I rose from 500th to third grade.

He saw the report card, and he laughed, and he said, “It’s really good to learn and play with your brother, right? I’m sorry.

I blinked and put my hands together: “No, no, no, no, you taught me well!” I’m sorry.

17

Some of them are not free from their chains, but can be the liberators of others.

That’s what Aunt Chow is, and that’s what she is.

They told me that I was a 14-year-old child and needed not strong, but security and protection.

So I don’t have to get up early and pick up garbage with snakeskin bags, and I can sleep until 6:30 in the morning and have a full breakfast, like everyone else, rather than worry about eating last or not.

So I did not have to suffer the sudden beating in the middle of the night, and I could sleep well with good night, as others did, instead of gruesomely placing a table at the door of the groceries.

So I don’t have to cover my face with my hair to go to school, and I can hum and jump like everyone else with my high pony tail, instead of being afraid of being dragged into the toilet without knowing when.

So I don’t have to expect the last class to be as long as a century long, and I can pack my school bags early as anyone else, and wait for the teacher to order me to run out of the classroom like a young bird who wants to return to the forest, because I know there’s finally a light on for me this time.

I never expected to be better than anyone else. I only wanted to be a normal person.

But they told me that you could be a very good person and you could fight and fight.

They say, “Don’t be afraid, just turn around and be home.”

All I’m missing, they’ll make it up to me.

I’ve never had a birthday, I’ve never heard a happy birthday, and I don’t know the exact date of my birthday, and the date on my identity card is random. Mom didn’t tell me the real date. She said she couldn’t remember. I only know that I was born in 1999.

That day, my aunt wrapped 14 red bags, and Zhou Hai Yi took me to 14 playgrounds, and they made me a big cake with 14 candles on it.

Zhou Hae-chul put the first cream on my forehead and said he’d give me all his luck for the next year.

I heard the 14th happy birthday in my ear at the moment of my wish.

They said that the preceding 14 years had been a new beginning since the fifteenth year, and that any future day could be my birthday if I wished.

The river is clear.

The old man said that the names of two people who had a destiny could be linked.

The 14-year-old Tang Ha was afraid that he might not be close enough.

– June 26th.

We had birthdays together every year.

Auntie smiled well and said she had no idea she could have children and children by mid-life.

18

God often gives people nothing, sweets them when they are desperate, and takes them back when they are obsessed.

My dad came back with a debt when I thought it was better.

For two months, he spent with the money he won, was even less comfortable with the situation, forgot the lessons of losing to his home, only remembering the only time he had won, thinking that he was stuck on the ground, trying not to make money, instead of having a daydream of gambling.

What he did not know, however, was that he would look back at the abyss.

No one can gamble rich, at least my dad can’t.

He once again lost his family’s possessions, even selling the only old house in his family, without filling the hole he owed.

He can’t afford to sell, he can’t sell, he can’t afford it, he has a daughter.

Knowing I lived at Zhou’s house, he wouldn’t dare come straight to the door and blocked my way to school.

The first thing he saw me was:

“You’re good at your thighs now, but if your mother knew you, it wouldn’t be so good. I’m sorry.

“The son of Zhou and the mad woman love you, so ask me for 200,000 dollars as compensation for the last time I was beaten.” I’m sorry.

As soon as he got close, I couldn’t help but shake.

I’m holding my hands and I’m faking it. I can’t do that anyway. I’m sorry.

He’s angry, he’s slapping his hand, and even if I’m ready, I can’t hide.

Known right ear, familiar buzz.

He ordered me to give him the money tomorrow or he killed me.

I laughed somehow, looking at his end of the road.

Fear has returned to its peak, fearing to a certain extent.

Once the weak move out of the cage of fear and from the perspective of the victim to that of the bystander, the same is true of the original perpetrator, who is essentially the same, but who is good at using force to disguise his incompetence and weakness.

The worst result would be to be killed, but he did not dare to make himself out of fear of death.

I said, “If you want money, you can kill me now, not tomorrow.” Of course, after killing me, you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail. I’m sorry.

My father found out that his usual violent tactics were seen through, thus losing their original role, and he started playing emotional cards.

I’m gonna get down on my knees.

Qingqing, Dad didn’t mean it, he was just angry. Can you help Dad? There’s only two of us in this world. Do you want to watch me die? Your mother won’t take it. I’m sorry.

Self-interest, greed and fear of death, rhetoric, false words, ingratitude, cynicism, etc., can be used to describe small people.

I didn’t touch anything. “Then go with my mom. She’s lonely. I’m sorry.

Gamblers have no bottom line.

Seeing my salt in my mouth and not eating hard and hard, he started to cheat.

He came to me five times, so I couldn’t study.

He blocked my aunt at the market and insulted me for being abused at Zhou’s house.

He even went to the entrance to the alley and spread rumours to disrupt the business.

But in fact, no matter what he does, no one gives him $200,000.

Because everyone knows that gamblers’ appetites are filled with discontent, and once they taste it, they become vampires addicted to blood, mired in an endless obsession.

Until my dad got drunk again and went crazy and didn’t clean his mouth.

He said that I lived at the house of Zhou with the bad luck of a mad widow, and gave him 200,000, and that he would never have had that daughter.

He called the Zhou family short-lived, and uncles are, aunts are, Zhou Haihai is, and so am I.

He said that the short-lived had the money to make a living and give it all to him.

He said that he deserved his early death and that he could not be tortured in hell.

Every word, like a blade of salt, cuts open the wounds that have not yet been healed.

Aunt was so pissed off.

Zhou Hae Hae-eun had a twitch and beat him to death.

19

So when the petty police officer came to the door, I realized he was coming for you.

At 11:00 p.m., auntie’s off, and Zhou Hae-won is still working in the studio.

I was on Saturday the next day and I couldn’t sleep, so I was with him.

I thought he didn’t eat much at night, and I was going to cook him for a long time.

At that time, the tattoo shop walked into a young man with a familiar face of a doll.

It’s the new police officer in town.

I called the police a few times. He handled it.

He asked me, “Is Zhou Hae-won in the house now?” I’m sorry.

I was so nervous, I thought he’d come after him because Zhou Hae-wei hit my dad.

So I shook my head and said, “He has not come back yet. I’m sorry.

As soon as the voice fell, Zhou Hae-won came out behind me.

I hit him in the face.

The two men looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere was so strange.

It was a long time ago, just as I thought the next second was about to go up, the police officer had a red eye.

That’s tough.

“Chou Hae-won, you’re making me look good! I’m sorry.

The man is a little obstinate, and he speaks well, but he is alienated, as if he were just an unknown friend.

“For a long time. I’m sorry.

The people across the street are laughing, and the next second is like a fire, and they’re yelling:

“I haven’t seen you in a long time. Who are you gonna show me this?” You don’t know your old brother anymore? I’m sorry.

“I’m telling you, you’re gonna fucking dump me unless I die! He said his tears were like opening the gate.

“…”

Zhou Hae has rubbed his temple.

She pushed him to sit on the couch and threw him a pack of paper.

“Take it off yourself. I’m sorry.

When the petty police officer dumped him, he threw the paper in his arms.

“I don’t have the money, I can’t use it, we don’t know each other.” I’m sorry.

And then he stood up from the couch, and he said, “I don’t want to sit, I’m just standing, we don’t know each other. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-hye has frowned his head and he says, “Go far!” I’m sorry.

“Here! Sergeant. I’m sorry.

“Speak nicely. I’m sorry.

“Good, good. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

And, without realizing it, the sense of distance that was brought about by that time was gradually exhausted, and they were surrounded by a familiar understanding.

I’m not here to catch Zhou Hai Yi, but I’m going to put down my heart and leave the living room for them to cook in the kitchen.

“Brother, how’s the ketchup? I recently learned from Auntie. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-chul hasn’t spoken yet.

“Yes, sister, do more, I love it. I’m sorry.

And the next second, you get an elbow.

Zhou Hae-hye looked at him, “Is that your sister?” I’m sorry.

“Your sister is my sister.” I’m sorry.

Until I got into the kitchen, I could hear him scream.

“Sister! Remember to be hot!”

The kitchen was right next to the living room, the night was quiet, the police officer was a loud voice, and I heard a quarter of the deaf.

“No, it’s been so long. Where did you get your sister? I’m sorry.

“The name is Tang Ha Qing. Don’t sip a sister. I’m sorry.

What the fuck? The old beast’s daughter in Tang Seok? It’s been a long time. A few months ago, she was so skinny, she didn’t talk. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

“I know her father’s beast. I didn’t know it was such an animal. Two hundred thousand dollars he dared to say. Unless he is killed, such a gambler is put in a cell, or her sister will suffer for a while before she reaches the age of five.

“It’s impossible to kill, it’s harder to go to jail. In particular, the issue of domestic violence against minors, such as Tong ‘ s sister, is not yet perfect, and at least a second degree of minor injury can be sentenced, otherwise it will be easy. When you get to the second level, it’s too late for the hospital and the King to rob you. I’m sorry.

Another person did not speak, but only heard the lighter light.

I don’t know.

Minor injury level two.

It turns out that domestic violence can be punished rather than simply detained.

I’ve never been told before. They’ve made me bear it.

Even then the police were in the process of being detained, not even in detention, but in oral education.

Only the newly arrived police officers, again and again, are tired of it.

I don’t know.

I’m staring at the oil that’s bubbling at the bottom of the pot, and I’m holding the sacrosanct hand.

By the time you look back, half a bag of dry pepper has been poured in the pot.

With the warmth of oil, the smell of peppers has been blown out of the air, and it is so intense that it can’t be opened.

They came in and thought it was a fire.

As a result, three people almost choked to death in the kitchen.

“Fuck you, little sister, I feel like my eyes are going to be ripped off.” I’m sorry.

Get me a wet towel and kick him.

“Go open the fucking window. It’s your fucking fault. I’m sorry.

“…”

After that day, police officers often come to see their older brothers at night.

Although most of the time the former is talking, the latter is listening.

But the relationship between the two is clearly good.

20

My father’s words hurt Auntie very much.

She wakes up every day and looks at the cinnamon tree for longer and longer, and I know that she can no longer experience too much excitement.

My brother’s got a lot of work to do with me. The tattoo shop is the source of the family’s finances, and his business can’t be ruined over and over again.

And my dad was home last week.

But whether he is paid or not, there is no way to solve the problem at its root, and it will only continue indefinitely.

I am enjoying the good that they have given me, but I ask them to bear the trouble that I have brought upon them. There is no such reason in the world.

The farmer’s story with the snake can be played on anyone, but definitely not me.

[There is currently no specific domestic violence legislation in the country, and domestic violence, especially among minors, has not received legislative attention. However, under article 234 of the Criminal Code of the People ‘ s Republic of China, any minor injury caused by domestic violence is punishable by up to three years ‘ imprisonment on suspicion of intentional assault. _Other Organiser

This is the information I found in the school machine room.

What is before me now seems to be the only way.

I do not intend to hide from them, but I persist in believing that this is a 14-year-old Gandhi movement, which, in a non-violent form of resistance, challenged and emerged from 14 years of patriarchy.

That’s why I’ve deliberately pissed Tang off and sent myself to the door.

By the time Zhou Hae Yi and the police officers arrived, I was lying on the ground in blood, unconscious and almost unconscious.

Wake up again at the hospital.

It hurts so much that I can’t talk.

Look at the bandages and the plaster on the wrist.

I thought I made it.

However, it is life that is less than it wants to be, and it is life that is not.

According to the injury assessment report, “the patient suffered multiple soft tissue injuries in his body, fractured wrists in his right hand, bruises on his head and five stitches on his forehead from a bottle. I’m sorry.

This is only minor, not minor.

In practice, the criteria for the identification of the second level of minor injuries are high, and I am far from meeting them.

According to the petty police officer, my father had been arrested, but he could only be held administratively responsible, not criminally, for minor injuries. In other words, he was detained for 10 days, fined $500, promised not to do so again, and paid me a little more for his medicine, nothing would happen.

I was the one who imagined everything too good.

Because of my naivety and stupidity, Zhou Hae-chul was angry with me for the first time.

In the ward.

From when he entered the door, he stood by the bed and looked at me for half an hour.

For half an hour, he said nothing.

I know what I’m doing and I can’t lift it.

Cold, he asked:

“From yesterday until now, do you think you did wrong? I’m sorry.

The sound is low, it doesn’t make sense.

I wanted to nod my head, but my head was covered in gauze. It hurt.

“No, it’s wrong.” I’m sorry.

He asked, “What is wrong?”

I’m not talking.

“Look at me. What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

The man’s eyes were a single night’s unsettled red blood, and his chin also gave birth to a bruising beard.

The sourness and guilt in the heart will soon drown me.

“I’m sorry, I’ve caused you trouble because of my impulsiveness and you’ve spent a lot of money on medicine. I’m sorry.

He laughed and his eyes were cold as a late knife.

“You don’t know what you’re wrong!

“But if I’m late, can you still lie here now? You think you’re good enough to control human nature? Don’t you know if your dad’s crazy or not?

“Did you ask me before you made that decision? Have you considered the consequences?”

Men’s eyes are red, and the voice of questioning is shivering in secret.

An indistinguishable emotion that rolls from the bottom of the heart to the throat is blocked to the point of silence.

He’s been in peace with himself:

“Or do you think I’m not your brother or your family?” I’m sorry.

A moment.

It’s like being emptied out of my heart, panicking and scared like a knife, cutting me apart.

Our tears fell and we shook our heads to explain.

“It’s not that, it’s not that. I’m sorry.

I really think of them as family.

It’s just that they’re so nice to me, I don’t want to drag them down, I want to do something.

He looked me in the eye, moved his finger on his side and fell.

Good time.

“Don’t do it again.” I’m sorry.

Then turn around and get out of the room.

As his back faded around the corner, I finally cried.

The complex emotional mix, the bitter, the sad, the helpless, the tide pours at me, and they bind me and make me suffer.

Life without walls, I’m trapped in invisible walls.

There are too few people who are good to me, and I have lived in an environment that lacks temperature and goodwill.

So suddenly one day, when goodwill comes without preconditions, I yearn and fear, and I don’t know how to repay it, and I am born without the capacity to accept it, and I have always hidden in my heart the seeds of inferiority and cowardice.

This day, I realized that I was a pessimist, and I realized I had screwed everything up.

Man-to-man relationships are like mazes, and I step into the depths of the maze, and it is only when I find out that everyone in this family has untold misery and that everyone is a community of contradictions.

There are a lot of things they don’t want to say, so if I guessed, I’d think I didn’t know.

They say auntie is crazy, but auntie is the kindest and gentlest person I’ve ever met. She was stuck in grief for a while just because her lover died.

They said Zhou Hae-chul was a punk, but Zhou Hae-chul had never beaten anyone for no reason, he had tattooed himself, he was a clean, coercive person, and he performed well and smartly.

The police officer called him the captain, who often recalled the university period.

There are many fragments in the subconscious.

While at the police station, they were told that the petty police officers were highly skilled.

So the answer is clear — Zhou Hai Yi is also a public student and, if it had not been for an accident in the middle, would now be a police officer, like a petty police officer.

Although I don’t know what happened.

But what I know is that Auntie Zhou wants to be safe and secure, and Zhou wants to be able to get out of the pain.

And my dad’s presence is hurting both.

So I regret it, but I regret not being able to get my dad in.

I’m an arrogant troublemaker and Zhou Hae Hae-hye should be angry.

I suck my nose in silence and comfort myself.

It’s all right, it’s just a fix.

I’ve been happy for a while.

Because I have nothing.

21

I thought Zhou Hai Yi wouldn’t come back.

So the moment I saw him at the door with a thermobaric, I opened my eyes, I was afraid it was a delusion.

He’s coming up, he’s putting the thermos on the bedside.

No air:

“Kids don’t listen, education goes to education. Can’t throw it away? I’m sorry.

I was staring at him.

Tears fell unconsciously.

He turned his head and looked, his lips moved, and he held on half a genius:

“Wep, weep, wept, wept. I’m sorry.

You know, the way you talk, the way you wipe your tears.

I said, “Sorry brother, I won’t do it again. Don’t be mad at me.” I’m sorry.

At the moment when he appeared, I had to admit that all words of consolation were false and that I was deceiving myself.

I can’t leave him, or my aunt, or my family.

He’s not talking, he’s ripping out the thermos and pouring out the pigeon soup.

After blowing cold, feed me with your hands.

I’m not sure about his attitude. I’m crying and eating soup.

I heard him when I saw the bottom of the bowl.

“Don’t be angry, adults don’t remember small people. I’m sorry.

I put my heart in my stomach, and I couldn’t help it.

The joy of loss.

Suddenly something came to mind.

“Does your aunt know? Don’t tell her I’m going to school. I’m sorry.

He picks his eyebrow.

“Now you know you’re scared? Late.

“Guess who made this soup? I’m sorry.

“…”

Sometimes it’s worse not to get angry than to get angry.

Auntie saw me, didn’t say a word. She just cried out of pain and blamed herself for not taking care of me.

She said if anything happened to me that day, she’d live to bear the burden for the rest of her life.

She asked me if she was not doing well enough to give me a sense of security, which led to a lack of comfort.

I’m so sorry I didn’t know what to say.

I didn’t regret it. I didn’t regret it. I didn’t regret it.

Because I really saw in her the guilt and fear of being a mother, and I’ve never seen it in my mother.

She stayed at the hospital for a week, and when she came home, she and I were in bed for a month to take care of me.

Give me a bath, brush my hair, rub my medicine, nothing big.

Soft knife, most lethal.

I vowed repeatedly that I would never do anything like that again, and that my aunt’s long-suspended heart would let go.

I don’t know.

Life can sometimes be the turn of the mountain, and the willows and the villages.

When I thought I had nothing to do with my dad.

One night, the police officer and his brother talked about the recent emergence of a new type of anti-familial technique in the casino, for which few people had died.

Between the lights, I remembered that afternoon when I came home to get my money, and I saw a poker card on the table and a glass-like thing, but my dad wasn’t close.

So I asked Sergeant Pumpkin, what’s the specific technique?

He said that the scavengers would carry a special set of cards, which would look no different from the normal one, but once they were wearing special contact lenses, the fluorescent numbers and symbols behind the cards would be endless.

And I saw something, amazingly against it.

And that’s when my dad suddenly got a lot of money.

I told my brother and the police officer about this.

Not a week later, my father cheated on a casino run by a non-resident and was caught in the act. And behind his back he gave him the tools that indirectly pushed my mother to death, the casino owner, Chu.

The clashes between the two casinos hit the ground, and victims reported to the police, and Mr. Zhu ‘ s casinos were found to have been used on several occasions to make large profits.

To get out of here, someone needs to take the fall. Mr. Zhu took my father out as a scapegoat and did not know what he had given him in private so he would willingly go to jail for him.

So, on January 1, 2014, the best news came.

Tang was sentenced to four years and nine months in prison for gambling, fraud and aggravated offences involving a large sum.

I was relieved when I heard he was in prison.

Finally it’s no longer a joy.

Until then, my last fear of integration was completely eliminated. My soul has gone back to them as the flow of water to the abyss of the sea, and truly feels its life.

22

A month and a half off to study at home.

The large and small wounds finally fell, and the plaster of the wrists was removed, except for a small pink scar on the forehead that could not be seen.

Auntie’s afraid of my scar, so I’m going to have to cook more and more.

I’m getting colder.

Until this afternoon, I was finally declared free!

Looks like I’m snorting with a bowl of spicy lobster.

Aunt Seafood can’t get allergies and my brother doesn’t like them.

So today is for me.

“Clean up, eat the shrimp mat first. Your brother’s not awake yet. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-chul picked up a big list last night and slept at 10:00 in the morning.

I’m happy to nod.

I’ve always been patient, like to keep the best food to the end.

They went to get an empty bowl, poured half a bowl of lobster soup, and put the shrimp tails in the bowl one by one, to make them taste good. It’ll be fragrance rice, with spoons, with meat, not to mention the fragrance.

I’ll take my next sexual gloves.

At that time, Zhou Hae-hyun sat on a stool across from me with a tattered tatter.

He had his chin in his hand and his black eyes looked down at me.

I didn’t seem to wake up. I swallowed my words.

I don’t know. It’s not my fault.

It’s definitely my fault.

Auntie said he didn’t like it.

So I bowed my head and took a spoon and I plattered the soup, and I took a sip of it and I put it in my mouth.

“Sister, what are you eating? I’m sorry.

I don’t know, but I think he doesn’t like to eat, so he doesn’t know.

“Little lobster, skinned lobster. I added:

“Oh. Is it good if you mix it like this?” He’s curious.

I’m full of confidence, “Of course, it’s delicious! I’m sorry.

I tried to pass the bowl.

“Do you want to taste it? I’m sorry.

“You know I didn’t mean that. I never liked it. * He’s too hard to accept * * Then I’ll taste it.* I’m sorry.

Then I watched him swallow a giant spoon, half a bowl down a quarter.

He choked, wrinkled, and he said, “Though, no taste. I’m sorry.

Then look at me.

I said, “Why don’t you try it again? I’m sorry.

Whoo-hoo, shrimp tail down a quarter.

I’m in a tight place.

“Thank you, sister. This is delicious. * He’s groaning and laughing at his big white teeth. *

It’s rare to see him smiling so bright, and then he blinks.

I said, “Will you take another bite?” I’m sorry.

Until the bowl with the shrimp tail is empty.

“…”

“Don’t say, it’s still delicious. “He slowly dropped his bowl, dragged his voice down, and never saw his innocent face again.

“What?

“I can’t believe it! I’m sorry.

I looked at the empty bowl in front of me and looked at him again.

Turn your mouth and turn to the kitchen:

“Mom! I’m sorry.

Hey! I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-hye, he’s in a state of panic, he’s trying to reach out and cover my mouth. I’m sorry.

The next second, aunty came out of the kitchen with a shovel.

“What’s the matter? Dinner will be ready soon. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-hye.

I changed my tongue: “The brother said he was hungry. I’m sorry.

The aunt pointed the shovel at him and said, “Come on, starve to death! I’m sorry.

Then turned back to the kitchen.

He says, “…”

I’m:

It’s like you just said the wrong name?

But the reaction is too natural.

I even suspected that my memory had been distorted.

23

Sleep in the middle of the night, abdominal pains, cold sweat.

It is clear that there is a different feeling in the lower body, with a light on and a red blood stain on the sheets.

I reacted very quickly to the beginning of the menstruation.

Auntie was a very careful person, and since she last bought me underwear, she knew that I would intentionally and inadvertently give Kopp because of my mother’s early absence and lack of knowledge about adolescence compared to other girls of the same age.

She was afraid that one day I’d suddenly come to the menstruation, and she was helpless, so she would have taught me how to use a sanitary towel with her hand.

But I didn’t say that menstruation would hurt so much.

It hurts more than a needle in the forehead, and it was a position for a while, as if there was a meat grinder in the stomach.

Aunt Zhou is asleep. Only Zhou Hai Yi is still working.

Change the sheets into dirty clothes and intend to wash them slowly.

I changed my clothes, I covered my stomach, slowly swallowed the wall and walked down the stairs.

Zhou Hae-hye saw me when I was scared.

I look like a ghost.

Thought it was some kind of acute gastrointestinal inflammation.

I grabbed him, “Ache, ache.”

His foot’s next.

The pains and the toothaches are one of the most depressing, painful and helpless things in the world.

So two inexperienced, one lying on the bed, one looking for a hundred degrees.

He said, “It says you can’t eat lobster during the physiology. I’m sorry.

I’m:

He then stripped the rest of the shrimp, and I ate the whole bowl of shrimp.

No wonder it hurts so much!

Based on experience.

Hot water, red ginger, warm baby, half a day.

But it still doesn’t work.

Finally, a comment was made that the tummy could be covered with a man ‘ s palm.

I had no choice but to look at him, brother. I’m sorry.

He couldn’t help but suffocate his hand.

Then he shall lift up the covers and lay beside me, one hand on the bed, and one hand over my abdomen covered with clothes.

His body temperature is high, and the heat keeps warming through the palms, and it’s starting to seem less painful.

After a while, I whispered:

“Big brother, my waist is sore. I’m sorry.

He changed his hand and put his waist around.

After a while.

“Big brother, my leg is cramped. I want to cry without tears.

“…”

He gave his life to give me another hand.

It’s not that hard on the body, it’s getting up, it’s half-awaken, it’s cold.

I pushed him with my head.

“Big brother. I’m sorry.

“Where is it again? I’m sorry.

“No, call me up tomorrow at seven o’clock and the final exam at 7:30. I’m sorry.

I’ve been home too long. I almost forgot I’m going to school tomorrow.

Silence.

It’s been a long time.

“It’s 3:00. Why don’t you just wait till you’re done? I’m sorry.

I took the arch in his arms and changed it to a comfortable place to pretend I didn’t hear it.

Then I fell asleep.

I don’t know.

I was thinking of getting the kids up to school and waking up before 6:00.

He went to the opposite room and took to the bathroom the bedclothes in his dirty clothes and put them in cold water.

I’m afraid people wake up in the morning and leave it in the tub.

Let’s get home packed and breakfast ready.

He just went to wake up.

“It’s 7:00. Wake up.

“7:05, get up.

“It’s 7:10, Qing Tang!

If you don’t get up, you have to stop! I’m sorry.

You can’t wake up, you can’t wake up.

Zhou Hae-hye took a deep breath and leaned directly from the bend of his leg to hold the man on the bed.

They then fast-forwarded people with slippers and half-love to the bathroom.

In the meantime, self-consolation says:

Well, it’s not too much sleep.

At least hand over the toothpaste, and people will be conscious if they don’t open their eyes.

At least wipe her face with a hot towel, and you can scream when you don’t wake up.

I don’t know.

Sleeping too heavy, when my head was completely awake, I found milk in my hand and bread in my mouth.

I’m stupid.

Zhou Hai’s face pointed to the clock on the finger wall, “It’s 7:15 and you’ve got five minutes to change and pack. I’m sorry.

Seven and a half. Ten minutes to school.

I’ve got a crotch in my heart and three or two of the rest of the bread in my mouth.

Turn around and flush the room.

My aunt said yesterday it would be a big cooling day, but I was afraid to go out and freeze to death, and my sweater would be all over me.

Wait till we get downstairs. It’s exactly 7:20.

I’m going out with my bag.

“Bye, brother. I’m leaving.”

The voice just fell and was strangled from behind.

Zhou Hae-won changed his clothes.

“Can you run?” You don’t have any pain? I’m sorry.

Honestly, it hurts a little.

It’s like he knows that next second he’s lying in front of me.

“Come on, carry you over. I’m sorry.

Between myself and someone’s back, I chose the latter with little hesitation.

It’s only when you’re out there that it snows, and it’s dark and it’s cold and it’s full of feathers.

Zhou Hae-chul walked all the way to me, fast and steady.

And I lay down on his back with my umbrella, and looked at the empty neck of his face, and gave him a twirl around his neck.

The arms around the legs worked, and I was pushed up.

“Are you tired, brother? I’m sorry.

“I’m tired, you’re heavier. It just makes it hard for me to get a ball down. I’m sorry.

“…”

24

The pain comes fast, the pain goes fast.

It didn’t hurt the next day. It just went up.

Auntie told me a lot more about physiology, for example, warmness, silence, not touching cold water, not exercise, etc.

It could have been that night that Zhou Hae Hae-won had been sore that I came to my aunt, he was more nervous than I was, and he wouldn’t touch that.

As the third grade is about to run for the third grade, I have to go to school on a cold break until the first two days of spring break.

The first year I spent in Zhou’s house, and the first year they spent in the alley.

We’ll be years later.

I don’t know.

New Year’s 30th morning.

I sat in front of the dresser.

Aunty stood behind me and put a little braid on me.

Until the last hair is made up.

She looked right in my face, and she looked right, and she was smiling.

“Hey, we’re so cute! I’m sorry.

And I looked up, and the maidens in the mirror were covered with two round bellows, covered in white and white with red-velved cloaks, with clear eyes, and smiled into beautiful moon teeth.

I don’t want to see the cowardice of being humbled.

Turns out I’ve become like this.

No wonder at school they both said I was the same as they were before.

I turned around and jumped into my aunt’s arms, and my head was tied to her soft chest.

Just like when I was little, holding my mother.

“Thank you.” I’m sorry.

Thanks for picking me up and putting it together again.

The warm hands rubbed my head and said, “Thank you who?” I’m sorry.

Words hide expectations.

I blinked, blinked, “Mom.”

“Thank you, Mom. I’m sorry.

Hey! “Mama’s cleanness is good!” I’m sorry.

It’s so sweet.

Seeing my ears all red, she’s not teasing me, let me go and wake up the chorus.

This time, owing to the New Year’s appointment, the customer’s schedule was full every day, and it was normal for him to stay up until 2-3 p.m., so he changed.

Knock, knock, no response.

I pushed the door in.

The room is quiet, the grey curtains shine through the light, and the people on the bed fall asleep with their eyes closed, and they hear only a little invisible breath.

I reached out and stabbed him in the face.

“Big brother, Mom asked me to wake you up and tie you up. I’m sorry.

Nothing.

And We approached him and whispered in his ear, “Big brother, get up and set up.” I’m sorry.

Still no response.

The people on the bed were silently closed and thick eyelashes were like a little fan.

My heart is moving, and I reach out in silence to the evil hand, pull and hold.

Whether or not to push.

Suddenly, those before them opened their eyes with open eyes, and their eyes were full of clear words and misgivings, except that they did not sleep.

He’s so angry and funny, “I wonder what you’re calling me, little man. I’m sorry.

I’m:

To the effect of that.

I’m a good tactical smile.

“It’s like a doll. I’m sorry.

He couldn’t bear to squeeze the little balls on my head.

I don’t know.

Zhou’s mom cooks soup in the kitchen and Zhou Hae-hye and I work in pairs.

It’s all over the house.

He pointed to the last pair of lunacy, one of which was a laziness, and one of which was a Sheep, each carrying a blessing in their hands and was in a state of desolation.

“This one’s too childish, don’t you think?” I’m sorry.

I was so busy shaking my head.

“Not childish, not childish.” I’m sorry.

He said, “I’m a little tired, I don’t want to move. I’m sorry.

No, no, no, no, no. I picked this out at the fair with Mama Chow.

I held his arm in my hand and shook, “Big brother, you’re the best brother in the world. Paste, paste, paste my room. I’m sorry.

He’s got a little smile in his eyes.

“Stamp, please. I’m sorry.

On both sides of the window, there was a little lamb on the side.

Sheep is me, laziness is Anzi.

We’re best friends.

Then wish my best friend Anzi a happy New Year.

I don’t know.

In the afternoon, people surrounded the table with dumplings.

Zhou Hae Hae-chul said my dumplings were ugly and he took a piece of pasta and let me play by myself.

Mother Zhou, with a stick in her hand, constantly adjusts the face of the noodle, so that the twilight is thin and round.

She looked at Zhou Hai Yi and said:

“Why isn’t your classmate here today? I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-hye’s hand is covered with dumplings, and they’re putting them in the middle.

“No home, no house.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t your parents worry if you don’t come home? I’m sorry.

“He was raised as an orphan and there was no one else. I’m sorry.

Zhou’s mom didn’t talk.

She was staring at her head and wondering what she was thinking, and it was getting slower.

For a while, he said:

“There’s too many dumplings, and you call the kid at night for dinner. I’m sorry.

It took a few seconds for Zhou Hai to react.

They’re talking about petty police officers.

He comes almost every night, sometimes carrying a bag of his own food, sometimes fresh fruit from the market, and sometimes giving me a doll he himself caught in a doll machine.

Zhou Hae-won let him come. Don’t bring anything.

He won’t. He says he hasn’t been a parent since he was a kid, but he knows the manners.

Curiously, the traditionally gentle mother of Zhou, who was alienated from the petty police officer, was close to writing on his face.

However, when she first met the petty police officer, she boasted that he was attractive. Later, when he and Zhou Hae-chul were classmates, the attitude was calmed down after they were with the police.

The police officer realized himself, but he didn’t care about Zhou’s mother’s coldness, who smiled every day and liked to go to the shop when he was not busy.

He would also help Mama Zhou to go to the market for the freshest food, help to trim the cinnamon trees in the yard, and intentionally wear a police uniform to warn the neighbours of Zhou ‘ s mother ‘ s tongue when they chew privately.

Anyway, he has a special respect for Mama Chow.

25

When the police officers arrived at night, they brought gifts in full hands.

Mama Zhou said, “Well, don’t bring anything next time.” I’m sorry.

The profile of the petty police officer changed, leaving a panic on his face.

Zhou’s mother was in a hurry to explain: “I mean, family, don’t be so polite. I’m sorry.

He’s just taking a breath, and he’s like, “You’re talking so much that I almost thought I’d be eating dinner tonight, not dinner. I’m sorry.

Just make Mom laugh.

After dinner, everyone sit together and watch spring night.

Mom gave us three red bags, one for each of us.

“At age, peace and security.” I’m sorry.

“Thank you, Mom. Happy New Year. Zhou Hae Yi is used to it.

“Thank you, Mom. Happy New Year! * The first time I took a red bag I couldn’t help but be happy *

“Thank you, Auntie. Happy New Year! “Supreme police officer, who didn’t know he had a red bag, got excited and jumped.

I went back to my room to get the gifts I had prepared.

Mother Zhou was a scarf and a pair of hands, and she often sat at the door and was cold and warmer.

The police officer in the pocket was a thick knitted hat, and the town was so windy in the winter that he had to go out on duty to protect his head.

Zhou’s mother’s left hand was squeezing right, loving to let go, surprised to say my hand was a coincidence.

Police officers in the pocket were weeping and said that they had no idea that the red bag had his share and that the gift was thinking of him.

Only Zhou Haeqi was silent.

He couldn’t stop staring at my empty hands and finding nothing after.

A cough.

I pretended I didn’t hear you. Turn around and watch TV.

Coughing is increasing.

Then the couch next to me fell on a piece.

The sound of a warm breath in my ear, “They all have it, mine? I’m sorry.

I turned my head towards my eyes, and I said, “Didn’t you say you don’t like these?” I’m sorry.

He said he never wore a scarf or anything. He also said that men should exercise more than these.

I thought so. He didn’t even wear his pants in the winter.

“…”

He’s frozen, and his face is starting to get weird.

“Who said that? I didn’t say that anyway. I’m sorry.

And then I looked at the TV like I didn’t care, and I said, “Okay, just forget me, forget me. I’m not the type of guy. I’m sorry.

But that’s not what his eyes say.

Mom Zhou and Xiaochu watched the TV while looking this way.

I got up and pulled a giant knitted sunflower out of the back of the sofa, half of me tall, and I knitted for half a month.

Zhou Hae-won likes sunflower and likes that if a guest comes over and tattoos the pattern, he doesn’t hesitate to give a discount.

I have an example: “Oh, I don’t think my brother likes this either. I’m sorry.

He turned his head and his pupils had a microshock.

Mistake is a surprise that cannot be hidden.

You know what, and then you smile, and you laugh, “Well, that’s a lot of balls. I’m sorry.

I was acutely aware of the dangerous proximity and took two steps back.

He stood up, held the sofa against his back with one hand, flipped, and the cold was stuck in front of me.

I turn and run.

He pinched my balls, choked my fate’s throat, reached out and scratched me.

I’m hiding and asking for help.

“Mommy, Mommy help me!

Help me!

They’re laughing on the couch. They’re so happy, they can’t help.

In the laughter, the sound of spring and evening:

“I review, I’m too greedy to play Ping-Pong, I refuse…”

I don’t know.

I always feel like my pillow is flat before I go to bed.

Move over, it’s a red bag and a long-term lock.

There’s a note on it:

“So much joy, so much peace, neither fear nor fear. I’m sorry.

The pen is too strong, it’s too hard to write.

I don’t know.

And then remember the countless happy moments of my life, every frame of which is their reflection.

26

After that, everything was pressed.

In order to prepare for the secondary examination, the school has increased the number of courses in the third grade, either daily or in the examination.

The schedule was tight, because I left early in the morning, didn’t come back at noon, and it was 10 p.m. at night. If you can sit down for a week and have a good meal and talk, it’s only on Sunday afternoon.

When I learned that 50 of the top 50 in the county were free, I was even more aggressive.

My grades are high in the town, but I can’t help but look at the whole county and count the best.

Zhou Hae-won will pick me up at the entrance. When I got home, I had to eat the night before Monday, and he worked overtime, and I sat with him and studied.

Sometimes he gets tired of learning and falls asleep on the table, and he takes me to my bed, and then he packs up my stationery so I can walk away from my backpack the next day.

From winter to summer, the book goes over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

I took the best high school in the county with the 10th grade, and the school exempted me from three years of tuition fees and promised additional scholarships if I did well.

Zhou’s mother told me she was born to be the Zhou family.

And not a few days later, when I was taken away from the atmosphere of joy, I suddenly felt that I had gone too fast and too fast for six months, so that many things were changing, and I found them later.

In two months of summer vacation, the frequency of mother’s illness became significantly higher.

She used to hang a wind bell under a tree on the 5th of each month. Now, with five dates, she’ll hang a wind bell under the tree.

She danced more and more.

It became a habit to sit at the door with Zhou Hae-chul.

It was just that Zhou’s mother was crying more and more and more at night, relying more and more on sleeping pills, eating less and less and not even going to the market, as if she was interested in nothing.

People finally realized that she was wrong and wanted to take her to a doctor. She refused.

Officer Zhou Hae-chul and I, we’re in the middle of a fight and we’re begging and we haven’t seen her shake.

Then one day, somehow, Zhou’s mother suddenly let go.

The doctor was a petty cop.

Diagnosis results – moderate depression.

I guess it’s because Uncle Zhou’s father died.

Even in this house, almost no one will mention him, but his shadow is everywhere.

The snow that falls on a person’s life cannot be seen in its entirety. Everyone spends the winter alone in their own lives. I can’t do anything. I can’t even feel basic.

Fortunately, Zhou’s mother has been actively cooperating with the doctor’s treatment and has gradually improved.

That’s it, I went to high school.

School is compulsory in one, but once in two weeks, they can go home for two days.

The school is far from home, 20 kilometres away, has no direct vehicle and has to turn twice.

I bought a motorcycle to get to school and take my mother to hospital.

Pure black, cool.

It suits him.

In particular, he was sitting in a car, his legs were strengthened and he was standing on the ground at will, and the whole person was walking through one.

There is a unique feeling between young and mature men.

Seeing me staring at him, he asks, “What’s up? Isn’t he handsome? I’m sorry.

And We denied in our own mind: “No good, you are short of a yellow hair for the spiritual child. I’m sorry.

He slipped me, “I’m talking about the car. I’m sorry.

“…”

I tightened up the bag and tried to ease the embarrassment.

When he got in, he put my helmet on.

The leg was up, the car was up, and some shaking.

He said, “Stand tight. I’m sorry.

I’ll do it.

The car started, and a moment of push made my arm tighten.

Under the skin is hot and hot muscles.

There was a thought in my head: the waist is so thin.

I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but I’ve been at first nervous and relaxed, and the wind in my ear is free.

I dared to let go of my hand and open my arms to imitate the position in the movie.

How reckless it was not felt to have broken into a child in front of the car, twirling and twirling, with an uncontrolled physical impact.

The chest was stung on the back of a hard-on, so painful that I cried and came out.

Because of adolescence, I have recently clearly felt that I was growing fast, especially when my chest touched.

Not to mention so much.

“Is it hit? I’m sorry.

I didn’t say anything.

Not long ago, the car stopped by the side of the road.

Zhou Hae-hyun took off his helmet and saw me cry even more. I’m sorry.

The mouth moved, couldn’t say. I feel like I’ve been blinded by a sudden shame and sensitivity.

He’s in a hurry. Say something. I’m sorry.

The sight of burning is as if it had set me on fire.

My face rose red, closed my eyes closed, and I threw myself out of my way: “The chest! Can you hit your chest?”

“…”

“…”

He realized something, turned his head in silence and put on his helmet.

“That’s what brother didn’t mean. I’m sorry.

“…”

In the back, I’ve been remembering, holding his waist tight, but it’s probably too hot for the whole arm to burn.

27

As an old school of excellence, it is a matter of concern to all who learn well, who do well and who do not have the skills or interest in bullying small groups.

There’s no one here to bully me and isolate me. I’m a general student, with two or three of my classmates, and I’m good with my roommates, and I get to talk sometimes, of which early love is always a hot topic.

Although the pressure on upper secondary schools is significantly greater and the rhythm is faster than in lower secondary schools, I am fully satisfied with my daily life.

At the beginning of the second year of high school, in the arts, I chose my favorite science.

Mother Zhou was taken care of by police officers Zhou Hae-wei, who said that her condition was becoming more stable and that she was unsurprisingly co-opted with treatment, which had a significant effect and was generally good.

In order to make her less boring, every time I go home on vacation, I’m gonna tell her the fun of what happened at school, and I’m gonna make her laugh, and I’m gonna stick to her at night and hold her.

Seeing that she’s less depressed than she is, her heart’s worried is coming down.

The atmosphere in the family has survived.

At first, I didn’t realize I had changed.

Until the tight nerves fall down, until the body and the mind mature, until I do not dare to look into the eyes of the Zhou Hai.

The build-up of changes has finally erupted, ushering in long-planned qualitative changes.

It was sitting in front of him eating at a slower pace, wondering how to take the chopsticks and looking at the first step of the way to be calmed.

It was sitting next to him and learning that he could not concentrate on his imagination, and the obscurity of every line of the palm bone after peeking at his hand.

It’s when you sit on the sofa and talk, and you don’t hear the sound of a resonance, or the sound of a resonance, and you feel the warmth of your body, wrapped in his breath.

It was when he was sitting in the back of a motorcycle, he was holding his back tight, he was asked if he wanted to speak, and he got off and said goodbye in fear of shame, and he shuddered.

It’s the blindfolding, the shadowing observation and imitation, the sudden stammering of the stammers, the falsifying, and, if nothing is done, the day and night of the night.

I feel like I’m losing control.

So I concluded that I had a strange illness.

It’s so strange that we can’t get along with Zhou Hae-chul.

I’m starting to get weird because of this weird disease.

And We did not let him wash my clothes, so small as an underwear, so big as a coat, and even washed out of fear of being seen by him and chose to hang them on a small balcony in his room.

And We shall not take the car to his waist, but We shall not hold it round on either side of the seat, holding it firmly in the back of the chest, so as to keep the distance between the two in order not to reveal my heart’s beating.

I had a physiological pain so much that I was shaking, and I went to the kitchen to cook red sugar instead of warming my stomach with his hand, as before.

I don’t know.

Over and over again, the invisible alienation.

What I didn’t notice was that Zhou Hai’s face was getting darker.

Mother Zhou thinks we’re in conflict.

Friday afternoon, home.

Zhou Hae-won stopped with his face down, and I’ll carry my bag.

Mom Zhou took my hand and whispered:

Qingqing, what’s the matter with you? I’m sorry.

Then I hastened to deny after doubt: “No, but my brother and I were at peace.” I’m sorry.

“Really? I’m sorry.

“Really. I’m sorry.

It happened that Zhou Hae-chul passed by me, and I took two steps back from my consciousness, and he made a silent laugh.

“…”

He didn’t say anything, but he said everything.

Zhou’s eyes were turned around between me and him, clearly revealing his belief.

I don’t know how to explain the fact that we are not ambivalent, it’s just one-sided.

Who knows she’s swinging, and it doesn’t matter: “Come on, I won’t ask, you two will be fine in two days.” I’m sorry.

28

Mama Chow is a prophet.

After dinner, she finished her medication and went upstairs to rest.

Zhou Hae-chul is in the studio, and I’m sitting next to him like I used to.

However, 10 minutes later, the paper remained blank, attention fell on its own and the heart beats fast.

I took the paper and I went back to my room to write.

“It’s 9:30. You sleep so early? I’m sorry.

I shake my head, “No, go back to the room and do your homework. I’m sorry.

His face was light, and the pen was moving fast at the fingertips.

“You can’t write here?

“Or am I in your way here? I’m sorry.

And he snuggled his face, and the eyelashes of black fell down, and the five were sharp.

Keep your eyes on me and take your time.

With my fingers strangling, I feel like I’m hot and hot, and there’s an increasing trend.

He said, “Sit down, let’s talk. I’m sorry.

I dropped the paper and sat back.

He opened his mouth and said, “There’s something wrong with you lately. I’m sorry.

It’s broken. I don’t look natural.

He thought about it.

“Is there something wrong with me? I apologize to you. I’m sorry.

“No, no. I’m sorry.

“So you were bullied at school? I’m sorry.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry.

He was staring at me, looking at me.

“Are you in love early?” I’m sorry.

Heart shock.

It was like a thunderbolt, it struck me out, and my heart stopped.

Numerous fragments have been rewinded in their minds, and their long-standing thoughts have soared into the second line of the mandate.

As those who lost their flight found their way, those who lost their way out of the rainforest and those who lost their way gained shelter.

The clouds rise to the mountains, and the sun shines out.

Everything has a reasonable explanation.

It’s not the wind, it’s not the wind, it’s the heart.

Even though the heart is now full of dust, it is just a little more silent than usual.

Because of their love for this war, they are destined to be alone.

Seeing as I don’t speak, Zhou Hae-chul took the lead and thought I was tacit.

He took a deep breath and his face grew stiff, and he said, “Well, you’re so young, who’s allowed you to fall in love?

“Is it the kid who walked next to you from school today or did he say hello to you at the school entrance last Monday? Or did it rain on you last Friday? I’m sorry.

I looked at him as a number of Janes.

He’s upset, “Don’t tell me it was the last time your parents put a love letter in your desk? I’m sorry.

I suddenly laughed.

Neither.

“No early love. I’m sorry.

Just secret love.

His eyes met, and his eyes were not dazzled, as if they were true and false.

I looked back.

It’s been a long time, and the air around it is a little quiet.

His eyes subsided and he whispered, “No early love.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Seventeen is early, what about eighteen? I’m sorry.

He said, “Calent.” I’m sorry.

We said, “What about the twenty? I’m in love at 20? I’m sorry.

He said, “Twenty years old, too. I’m sorry.

I said, “What is it like you are now? I’m sorry.

He says, “…”

I’m so fast, “What if you’re in love now? I’m sorry.

His eyes blinked, he suffocated a bunch of coughs and he threw his hand at me.

“What are you doing up so late? Go back to your room. I’m sorry.

“…”

It’s you who sleeps, it’s you who doesn’t sleep.

It’s faster than a book.

Man’s heart, undersea needle.

29

Like a summer rain, when I couldn’t reach the parasol, I was unconscious, and when the rain broke, my clothes were wet enough to keep it cool, so I knew that it was a gift of youth, so I began to expect it to come more intensely.

And secret love becomes a secret love because it hides behind the back of the moon, and it is over and over and over again in the mouths of heart and desire that it is protected.

So on the surface, I went back to the early Tang River.

30

I’m normal. I’m not normal again.

Even though I repeatedly assured myself that I was not in love early, Zhou Hae-chul was uneasy.

Every time he picks me up, his eyes are like radar, and he’s been watching every one of those who come a little closer to me.

I told Zhou’s mom about the fun of school, and Zhou never listened to him before. He said he didn’t give it to him on purpose. He went to the school without saying anything.

Now, he says who’s not listening, he’s more than one, he’s more than one. He even lays down the work in his hand, and if he sits on the couch next to it, and hears it in the light of the earth, he will make a statement in the middle.

“Today, the headmaster invited the best graduates back to school to share their experiences. Sleeping well on the table, he apologized for being so polite, and then went off without saying anything, and woke up the fellow student, so strong. He’s got a bad temper. I’m sorry.

Zhou’s mother said, “Well, what about fighting?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Oh, no! When he was knocked out, his face changed and he sat right. Seeing him like this, all of them woke up and were afraid of being beaten. I didn’t know it until after class. I’m sorry.

“Yo-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Zhou’s mother cried her eyebrows and said, “This one is funny, and his name is interesting. I remember what you said before. I’m sorry.

“The King? Zhou’s sea is cold and cold.

“Ah, yes, yes, yes. “Mommy takes both hands on Monday.

It was only later that I realized that Zhou Hae Hae-hyun had entered the group of parents and wrote down the names of each of our classmates.

I don’t know.

I don’t like to use electronics, so when I eat in the morning, I’m used to reading newspapers.

Touch the paper he handed over.

Black with bold capital title: “Stunned! High school has fallen in love! I’m sorry.

Pick up the second paper.

It’s the same broad heading: “Beware!” A tragic accident caused by early love. I’m sorry.

I looked.

Zhou Hae-chul’s serious:

“You see, I told you about early love. I’m sorry.

I’m pointing to two newspapers, the phantom: “But the Daily News has been suspended since 2008 and the News Morning has been suspended since 2015. I’m sorry.

He says, “…”

Indeed, there is no limit to the potential of a human being, and he even has the ability to write newspapers.

I don’t know.

The headmaster said that there was a Thanksgiving-based parent conference on Monday.

This time I want Mom Chow to be here.

But she still turned me down and said she wasn’t good at it.

Zhou Hae-chul was very active. He said he was busy.

But if I had the ability to predict, I’d rather be alone than agree to Zhou Hai Yi!

At the parents ‘ meeting, the classroom director spoke over and over, paving the way for a spirit of gratitude.

The seats in the classroom have been adapted to a square, with the parents sitting on the floor and the students standing opposite the parents.

As the music rings, sing and dance.

“I was wondering how many times I’d like to say the same.

“It’s rare to embrace, even to smile proudly. I’m sorry.

At first, the students were embarrassed, but as the music progressed, the masters followed the immersion, and the students began to cry.

I don’t know.

We’re all in an emotional atmosphere.

Zhou Hae-hyun leaned on the back of his chair, leaned on his chin, and looked at him with a different heat.

The eyes were in the air, staring at him like that, and I couldn’t help but get nervous and my heart was beating like it was gonna pop out.

It’s a mess. It was because of the sound of the song that I was asked by the class director to sing, and now I’m in a mess, and I’m not in that atmosphere.

“It is not natural to sing like this, and to sing as much as a mountain and as much as a mountain.”

“Look back, it’s a feeling that thanks are owed instead.

“Oh, Mom and Dad gave me a lot of it, enough for me to run around these days, enough for me to live. I’m sorry.

The atmosphere throughout the classroom, where music is pushed to the climax, the sound of singing continues to swallow, and the parents cry and weep.

I couldn’t stop crying and stood there embarrassedly.

At that time, the full-room crying suddenly sounded a very inappropriate smile.

On the side of the sea, the smile on the lips can’t stop, even the eyes bend.

Strange. I’m embarrassed and funny and I can’t hold on to it.

You look at the tip of your toes and you laugh at your shoulders.

But laughs are contagious.

My fellow students, who were close to me, started laughing for no reason, and tears were hanging on their faces, and they all came out.

This scene is even more funny to others.

So more people started laughing.

Inflammatory scenes are suddenly moving in the direction of comedy.

It’s complicated to be a schoolmaster.

He looked at me and Zhou Hae-hye, “Why don’t you two go out? I’m sorry.

“…”

“…”

Thus, for the first time, parents and students were expelled.

Me and Zhou Hae-won wandered around the empty campus.

I pulled my head.

He touched his nose, “It wasn’t intentional, but it was so funny that you were so busy. I’m sorry.

I’m:

31

Time goes by, and I’m in high school.

School holidays are shortened from two weeks to one month.

Stay with them less time.

Fortunately, the doctor said that Mama Chow’s depression was almost cured.

She rarely sits at the door and stares at the guacamole, and she says that there is a big wind and a sun. She said she forgot how to dance.

Even now she is no longer immersed in books, but rather goes out and listens to doctors, occasionally dancing in squares and shopping. I get new clothes from her every time I go home.

As for Zhou Hae-chul, I was worried that he would like someone else and that others would like him.

I’m addicted to the feeling of thought and expectation every day.

This is the night off home.

I’m normally sitting next to Zhou Hae-won, and he’s tattooing the guests.

The only difference is that this time the guest is a beautiful short hair sister.

She was wearing a black hamstring, with a plume of aqueous aluminum tattoo in her half of the cortex, with a hidden abdomen and a strong sense of confidence.

And she looks familiar with Zhou Hae-chul, and it’s unusual to speak out.

I look down and pretend to do my homework, and I actually have ears up to the sky.

Zhou Hae-chul asked her what pattern she chose.

She pulls out her cell phone and pulls it around, pointing to the male star on the screen.

“Whatever, a handsome tattoo. I’m sorry.

“Are you sure? I’m sorry.

“You can do it, or you can do it, and I think you’re more handsome than them.” I’m sorry.

I look down and look over.

Zhou Hai looked at her with no face, no words, no words.

I squeezed the pencil.

“As long as you don’t talk? I’m sorry.

Suddenly she looked at me, “Sister, do me a favor and take a picture of us.

“Strike it big, just put it on both of us. I’m sorry.

The pen fell on the floor and rolled twice.

Zhou Hae-chul laid down his drawings, leaned back, slowly: “You better be really bold.” I’m sorry.

Her eyes flashed and she laughed, “What do I have to do with it?” You don’t want to, do you?

“Oh, I forgot. You don’t have a girlfriend. It’s a misunderstanding. I’m sorry.

Says it means it smiles at me.

That look, I always thought she saw something.

Seeing Zhou Hae-chul ignores her.

She got up, sat right next to me, put her hand around my shoulder.

# So passionate #

“Zhou Hae-chul is unpopular, but his sister is the opposite. Such a nice first love face. Must have been a lot of chasers at school. I’ve got a brother as big as you. I’m sorry.

“…”

I was just about to say no, but my arm was soft.

In the eye, the heart beats, and I seem to suddenly know what she means.

I pretended to be shy and kept my head low.

“Think shit. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-hyun smiled and took up his phone and made a phone call and said, “Why the fuck aren’t you here?” Do you want your girlfriend? I’m sorry.

“Don’t let her get away, I’m at the door.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

So this pretty sister is the girlfriend of a paid police officer?

They had a fight?

The people on the side zipped their coats and turned their eyes over to the sea.

Within a minute, the police officer broke in.

He’s in front of a pretty sister.

Good cause, “Didn’t you say that you didn’t do it again after you finished? I’m sorry.

“What do you care? I’m sorry.

“What do you want to do this time?” I’m sorry.

“I’m, I’m with your girlfriend. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hai fancied the fire and saw the heat.

Nod your head.

“All right, give me one too. I’m sorry.

“…”

“…”

“…”

Zhou Hae Hae’s face is dark, “Are you sick? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Then the beautiful sister was forcibly taken away by the petty police officer, and he didn’t forget to say to me, “Sister, playful and win. I’m sorry.

“…”

Think and think.

By her bewitching, I was thinking of testing.

I crouched under my belly, and I watched Zhou’s eyes weep, “Big brother, my stomach hurts again. I’m sorry.

It’s true that Aunt’s here, but I faked it.

If he doesn’t say anything, he’ll turn around and cook red sugar in the kitchen.

I shake my head, “Big brother, I want to rest. I’m sorry.

He took me back to my room, lying around my side with his arm, and he put the fabric of the nightgown on my belly with his hot palms.

The warm touch is like the spread of vines, entanglement all over the body, and the ears and necks are burned.

I buried my face in his arms.

“Chou Hae Hae. I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

“I’m not in love, so don’t you? I can’t help but bite my lower lip.

“Good. He was unexpectedly submissive.

And I’m greedy to want more, and I’m counting on his resignation to cross the border.

“Will you wait for me? I’m sorry.

He put his chin on my head, and he whispered:

“Good. I’m sorry.

Between them, there seems to be a kind of silence.

It seems that there are things that need not be said, and both sides already know that.

32

On the day of the high examination, Mother Zhou and Zhou Hae-won came to the examination.

Mother heard that the parents who took the exam were dressed well.

On the first day, she was dressed in a large red flag robe, pulled by the Zhou Hai Shui and wore a big red short sleeve, meaning to open the door.

Two men stood at the door, high and visible.

When I saw my nervousness, Mother Zhou turned on the cup and handed it to me, “Take a breath of shock and go along.” I’m sorry.

I did. It’s sweet.

The sugar in the room was yesterday.

Zhou Hae-hye checked my stationery bag twice to make sure that it was not missing and that it was true: “If there is no delay, you can fly.” I’m sorry.

I’m laughing and bending.

Tensions have abated in an instant.

On the way to the entrance exam, I met my classmate.

He came along on his way. I’m sorry.

I’m proud to stand up, “My mom and my brother.” I’m sorry.

He looks at me and he says, “You don’t have a good-looking family, do you? I’m sorry.

I was stunned, so I sighed: “Isn’t that right? I’m sorry.

Then we looked at each other, and we laughed.

“You won’t fall asleep again, will you? I’m sorry.

“Yo, I wouldn’t dare. If I fall asleep, my brother won’t have to dissect me alive. I’m sorry.

I’m surprised, “Your brother’s in forensics? I’m sorry.

He nodded his head, “Big Kawasa. I’m sorry.

I’m:

I knew you’d listen to your speech that day.

It’s like a regular exam.

Three days in a row, it went well.

The last exam was completed, and the tight nerves were relaxed.

The sense of fatigue followed, and it was hard to go home for three days and three nights.

Zhou Hahai laughed at me as if I had been drained.

At the end of the evening, Zhou Hae-won went on a temporary trip.

Mama Chow made me cookies in the kitchen.

Her waist was tied to her apron, her side was warm and quiet, and her years seemed to have left little trace of her face.

I went up to hold her, “Thank you, Mom, have you done this much?” I’m sorry.

She touched my head with that clean hand, “Do more, eat slowly. We’ve had a hard time cleaning up this. I’m sorry.

Mom’s cookies taste so good. They’ve been shared with their roommates before.

I looked at her with my face.

The warm lights hold a soft atmosphere, and the warm memories flow in and out. She’s all over me, gentle in my years.

The last cookie came out of the oven.

Mom turned around and looked for an empty disk that was ready. I’m sorry.

I fell asleep and didn’t respond at all.

Until Mom found out she had the plate in her hand and she said, “You’re too old to remember. I’m sorry.

After all the cookies are loaded, it’s late. I’ll get Mom to rest.

She shakes her head, and she says, “Clean up and go to sleep. I’m sorry.

When she insisted, I had a yawn and barely opened my eyelids.

“Mom, I’ll go to bed first. I’m sorry.

She looked at me, “Go ahead. I’m sorry.

Halfway, I think of something, and back.

After the exam, they didn’t even ask me how I was doing.

But I want to be confident once.

I whispered in my mother’s ear:

“Mom, I think I’m doing well this time. We’ll go on a scholarship.

“Go see the sea!”

Mom said she wanted to pick up shells by the sea.

She couldn’t help but laugh at me and put me in her arms. I’m sorry.

It’s the sweetness of Mom’s nose and the warmth in her arms.

I don’t know why, but I said, “Mom, I love you. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry to say it and I turned around and ran away.

What I didn’t see was that she was standing there, a little red in her eyes, and she was silent for a long time, and she said, “Clean, Mama loves you.” I’m sorry.

I went back to my room and washed, and I went to bed, and my eyes were spinning, and I was in deep sleep for a few minutes.

I don’t know.

After no one around, Zhou’s effeminate spirit collapsed in an instant.

She went under the cinnamon tree and stood for a long time.

The wind bells of the branches have been forgotten for a long time, and the wind has tanned, and has become dusty.

She reached out and didn’t think about the wind.

The wind bells made of china fell straight down and split apart.

She blinked.

Tears had fallen without warning, as if the heart had been emptied.

There are two little people in my head.

A comfort to her: “It’s not important to hang around here for so long, it’s broken. I’m sorry.

The other one, through the forgotten memories, reminded her, “This is something that you used to be important. I’m sorry.

She stood up with her feet, her arms open and she danced with rusty eyes, and she forgot several moves in the middle.

She whispered:

“You see, it’s almost forgotten.

“What’s the point of living without remembering anything? I’m sorry.

Over the years, she feared that the children would be forced to take care of themselves, and took a lot of medication and lost a lot of hair in secret.

On the surface, it’s actually because she’s forgotten and gradually forgotten those painful memories.

People who are calm tend to live in self-destruction.

She has lied to everyone, but she has failed to lie to herself, she has grown up, her memories have become part of her, and she has lost those pains while losing herself.

The white fingers touch the leaves because of the pests and the leaves are eaten to pieces.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were sick. I’m sorry.

She identified pesticides that had not been finished in the home, sprayed them carefully on the cinnamon tree, which bore the insect, and returned to her room with most of the remaining bottles.

I don’t know.

In the room, the woman was dressed, lying still in her bed, and there were empty bottles of medicine in the trash can.

With severe physical pain, she began to hallucinate.

In the middle, she heard someone shouting her name, “Autumn, Autumn.” I’m sorry.

She had been heard for many years, and the person in memory had already died on the rainy night five years earlier.

No funeral, no monument, not even a drink.

She walked out of the white light of a tall man who hadn’t seen each other for years.

Did you come to pick me up?

She bends her horns slowly, stretches out her hand hard and delivers it to men. Actually, there’s nothing in the room. In the end, her arms slowly fell down and the people in the bed began to look up.

The door was closed and no one came and went all night.

33

The bottom colour of life seems endlessly sad and depressed.

When a person begins to remember another person, it is time that the fate of that person is almost over. Unfortunately, I didn’t know that.

It was just an ordinary morning, and Mom fell asleep and never woke up.

She took her medicine and couldn’t be saved when she was found.

A short farewell letter was left on the bedside table.

I’m sorry to leave in this humiliating way. But death is not the end of life; it is forgotten. If I live in a way that is forgotten, then I’ve been dead for a long time and I’m only found later.

[The choice was made long ago by Mom. Don’t feel sorry for me. Everyone has her own way. Mom’s happy to spend the rest of her life with you, but she has to come this far. There are people waiting for me, and he’s been waiting for me so long that when I’ve seen the world with him, my mother can’t leave him alone in another world.

[Clears Throat] Mom wanted to tell you that Mom loved you, that you were never a burden to your mom, that you were sorry to have such a lovely daughter in the last few years of your life. I’m sorry, Mom never went to your parents’ meeting, didn’t she? It’s just that Mom doesn’t know where I’m going if someone asks you after Mom’s gone. It’s gonna hurt you again. Qingqing, you must be brave. You’re a great kid. Mom’s proud of you. Finally, Mom loves you.

I’m sorry. Because of mother’s selfishness and cowardice, it’s your mother’s fault that you’ve been chasing your dreams. People have their way, and you’re old enough to take responsibility for yourself. Do what you want, Mama will never stop you again. Remember to apologize for helping my mom with the tip. I’m sorry I got mad at him at first. Finally, Mom loves you too. _Other Organiser

I just slept, and I woke up without my mom.

Zhou Hae-chul was just out of town.

It turns out that some people have actually met the last one, but we haven’t noticed.

The skinny and weak mother was pushed into the iron room and came out into a small box.

When I saw the moment of the urn box, I was drawn from the morbid moods, and I couldn’t help but cry with my voice and tears, and my chest was like a knife hanging, and the sour acid that was all over me, and the tears were blurry.

Zhou Hai holds me red with his eyes and he says nothing.

The halls are surrounded by sad tears, with people crying to the point of fainting and people sobbing.

An old man with a crutches, a white-haired man giving black hair, a pregnant woman with a big stomach fell to the ground because of her husband ‘ s death, and a two-year-old child eating lollipop in his mouth and watching her mother push away with her face and never walk out of that door again.

People are miserable, silent, and the world is in purgatory.

All of a sudden leave was accompanied by a long wait.

And suddenly, when I came to see a doctor, the effect of the treatment became more and more obvious, except for parents who were reluctant to attend a meeting, no more dancing under the trees, more cookies at the door…

It’s all a long time ago.

I’m too stupid to find out.

34

When you’re done with your mother’s business, you come back to the house and you’ve changed everything.

By the windowsill, the desk was stacked with books on the wall, the thin wind was blown through the half-open window, and the page on the desktop of the ” Centennial Lonely ” was sprouted, and the wind was blowing on the pages, as it had been polished.

The person who didn’t finish reading, can’t wait to read.

Books in, people are not.

I sat in the kitchen, eating my mom’s cookies, and my eyes were so dry and painful. I like sweets. Mom says I put a lot of sugar in me this time, but why can’t I taste it?

Nothing but the salt of tears. So I put my head in my mouth, and I put it in my stomach for a long time without eating, and I started to get sick and sick.

“Don’t eat, be good. Zhou’s voice is filled with wet tears.

I can’t hear what he’s saying. Keep filling his mouth with pieces.

Until he couldn’t see anymore, he took the cookies in front of me and took me to the bathroom and threw them out in my face.

I struggled and cried, “Let me go, I’ll finish my cookies and my mom will come back and she’ll come back and make me a new one.”

“She promised me that we would go to the beach. I’m sorry.

If I’d known, I wouldn’t have said I loved you. I’ll keep love and talk to her later.

She’s not coming back! Mom, she’s really gone. I’m sorry.

He squeezed my shoulder, and his voice squeezed and he told the sad truth.

When I looked at him, I saw the Zhou sea with its lips so tight and pale that the pain in the eyes was not half less than mine.

Yeah, she was the mother of Zhou Hae-wei, then my mother.

How could he not suffer? He just didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry, I know.” I’m sorry.

His eyes were red, but he didn’t cry, he gently cuddled me on the shoulder, and his head was on my neck, and his shoulders were shaking, and a little bit of the hot humidity fell on the fabric, as if it were burning my whole body.

He said, “Don’t be afraid, you have me. I’m sorry.

There are always ways to walk while crying.

After half a bowl of porridge, Zhou Hae-chul pushed me into the bedroom, “Slept well, you haven’t slept for a long time. I’m sorry.

I grabbed his hand and he wouldn’t let go. He had to lie down with me.

After a long time, you can still hear each other breathing.

He touched my head, “Can’t sleep?” I’m sorry.

I looked at the ceiling, and my tears came out, like I couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry.

I was afraid I’d wake up again and even the last person around me would disappear.

He reached out in silence, gently touched my eyebrow, and his thumb rubbed tears.

We said, “Zhou Hae-chul, there is none but you.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, I’m not leaving. I’m sorry.

The moonlight was spilled in front of the window, outside it was empty courtyards, cold alleys, the clocks on the walls were spinning, with the dog barking from time to time, and all the loneliness was covered with an insular fog.

35

The next day, when I woke up, my heart was empty, and my heart was flat.

Crash trip downstairs.

It was only after familiar voices had been heard at the stairs that it slowly stopped.

“Brother, the group finally appears again.

“The last shipment was theirs. I’m sorry.

Police officers sat on the sofa, wrinkled clothes on them, and the look of a duster. Zhou Hae-hyun sits across the street and looks strong.

Almost the moment I heard my footsteps, the words stopped.

Police officers in the pocket changed the subject without trace.

“Yo, sister awake? The C.O. did get hurt. I’m going to need a few more days.

“That’s right. Where’s Auntie? Out shopping? I’m sorry.

Think of what, he’s wrinkled and angry.

“These people in the alley are so mean, they don’t know the limits of their lies, they tell my aunts –” seems to think that the word is too bad for him to continue.

The living room was silent.

The police officers looked at me and looked across the street, and said, “Why do you not speak?” I’m sorry.

“It’s true. Zhou Haiyan is quiet.

He’s been stunned for seconds and his face is getting stiff and he can’t believe it:

“No, are you kidding me? I’ve only been out for a few days.

“I don’t believe it anyway. Don’t you want to see me? Then I’ll leave. I’m so thick. Can’t I come back when she’s not angry? I’m sorry.

Speaking of nasal acidity, the sight was blurry in the brakes, and he had to stretch out his hand and put on his jacket behind him, but his hands were shaking and zipped several times.

“She asked me to apologize for her. She didn’t mean to upset you. Zhou Hai Yi said:

“Stop it! I don’t believe a word! The sound is so bitter.

The petty police officer was reluctant to accept the fact, so he chose to escape and ran away without pulling his zipper.

I understand his mood.

After all, we had the same experience, he had no parents, I was equal to none.

Throughout the years, Zhou’s mother looked at him well and kept his mouth shut, but he treated her like her mother.

But that’s what life is, what it is, what it is, what it is, nothing.

Just like I’ve just heard them talking, but I don’t understand what they’re talking about, it’s a panic.

This feeling of unease has been confirmed after early and late return from Zhou Hae-chul on several consecutive days.

He’s become very busy and he doesn’t open a tattoo shop.

Their dark eyes are darker than a day, and they sweep by chance, and they will be shaken by the terrible cold.

It seems that after Mom left, he became a human being, and as the one bound by his vines and gravitated away from him, the blood that had been hidden by the gentle appearances became more and more evident, the claws and teeth were slowly stretched out and the wildness of the body could no longer be suppressed.

It seems like we’re getting far away.

He said he wouldn’t leave.

But he seems to be about to break his promise.

36

And I sat on the couch at night waiting for him until the sound of the familiar motorbike was sounded from far and near.

The car was parked in the yard, but no one immediately came down.

When I came to the door, I saw men with long legs folding against the body of the car, with a cigarette on their fingertips, with fragrances on their sides, with their long black eyelashes low, and their deep eyebrows blurling in the scattered smoke.

The light on the side is overshadowed.

And when he saw me, he stepped on his head, and the feeling of his eyes faded away, and the bright light appeared in his eyes.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I’m waiting for you. I’m sorry.

And We approached him, slowly, in parallel with him, and touched the cold tip of his right hand with our tails, gently strangling him, pretending that he would go forward if nothing happened.

And the next second, the big hand was forced to separate my fingertips and hold them back until they were tied.

He’s got a smile on his voice, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.

And We breathe softly, thereby inhibiting the loud heartbeat.

The power of the force has been increased by silence.

We kept holding him and watching him close the door with one hand, go upstairs and finally get his pajamas in the bedroom.

When he turned to the drawer, he coughed.

And I turned my head over to close my eyes, and said to him, “Go on and take your things, leave me alone, I will not look.” I’m sorry.

The drawer was quickly pulled and pushed up.

I wouldn’t let go until I followed him to the bathroom door.

For some reason, it seems that only when one feels the warmth of one another, the restless heart returns.

And he looked down at me and suggested, by implication, “I’m going in for a bath.” I’m sorry.

I’m uh-huh.

He raised his eyebrow and stressed, “Not to wash his face, to bathe.” I’m sorry.

I was right, “I know. I’m sorry.

He shakes his hand and says, “I know you won’t let go.”

“Can I be blindfolded? I’m sorry.

“No way. “He’s so cold that I can see.

“Can you not close the door? I’m sorry.

“…no way. He has a thin red on his face.

My eyelids were shaking and suddenly I looked up and proposed:

“Why don’t you stop washing tonight? I’m sorry.

He looked at me with shock, with an indescribable look.

“No way. I’m sorry.

And I ended up crouching on the door of a closed bathroom, which was covered in fog and sand glass, and there was nothing to see outside. There’s no sign of the outside unless the outside man is close to the door and can see the shape of the shadow from inside.

So I turned my back to the bathroom and my hands to the door.

“Can you see me?” I’m sorry.

“…Yes. I’m sorry.

After a while.

“Can you see me?”

“…Yes. I’m sorry.

After a while.

He said, “Seen, seen.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

He came out soon after a battle bath.

The long sleeves of a tight long coat, with black hair still dripping and falling down the collarbone along the chin.

He pulled me out of the ground and raised my eyelids.

“You’re tonight, like a little pervert. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, I didn’t object.

Just follow him into the bedroom and try to find out.

We slept with our clothes many times, mostly in my room, and I dragged him away.

Unlike my bedroom, he’s simple black and white.

I crawled into bed with him.

Enough to hold his hands silently.

“What happened to you tonight? I’m sorry.

I bit my lips and didn’t talk.

He didn’t squeeze his finger once.

When he thought I would not answer, I suddenly said, “Are you leaving?” I’m sorry.

Time seems static.

He hesitated every second to me as much as he waited before he died.

He was dumb, “I…”

“Are you going to be a cop? I know, I know you’re a cop, just like your brother. You’re not going to work in another city. Take me with you. I’ll report to the university where you’re going, and I’ll be good at my grades. I’m smart. I’m a grown-up, and I’ll be able to make money on a part-time basis. I’m sorry.

I’ve told you all the possibilities I can think of.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, I want to do forensics, and I’ll get a chance to work with you when I graduate, and we’ll stay together, and maybe I can help you with your case like in the TV show.

“I won’t cause you any trouble. I promise I’ll do as I please.

“Chou Hae-won, will you take me with you?” “I can’t help but cry.”

“We’re too smart and too smart. I’m sorry.

He groaned, bowed his head to my face and shook a little bit of the tears of my eye.

Then the forehead is flattened and the wet is intended to dye the pillow, and it is not clear who it belongs to.

The feeling of unease is getting stronger and I squeezed my fingers white.

He raised his head and hit me in the back like a kid. The sound was like strangling in the throat, strangling, saying, “Don’t cry anymore, and the young eyes cry. I’m sorry.

Tears are stopped, but their hearts are still flowing. I don’t even know whether a brother can keep him, or whether he can keep him, or neither.

He suddenly said, “Do you want to hear my parents’ story? I’m sorry.

He said to himself:

“My mom’s had a hard life. She’s got a fourth-year-old brother on top of her family, and a tenth-year-old younger brother, with a son and a daughter, and my mother does all the work.

“The family didn’t want to read to my mother, it was just a few years after Kocau was restored, the State took the education, she went to the school with a basket on her back every day to cut the weeds, cut them and peeped in the classroom window. The teacher found that she had never failed, from the age of six to the age of eight, and that she had learned her first and second grade at that point in the day, so she was given an exception.

“She did not delay her reading, and the teacher went to her parents’ house to persuade her parents without money, and the cultural people were respected, so she continued reading.

“My mother was on her way to the examination, in ’89, when the flood struck Gangnam, causing the destruction of large fields, the loss of crops overnight and the loss of money for her brother to marry. They were talking about selling my mother to the village elders as a wife. When my mother died and refused, she cried and begged them, saying that she was sure that she would go to college and that she would earn a lot of money to marry her brother-in-law. But they can’t hear it.

“And then my mother ran away, and she had no money, so she went to the train station at night. There are shoppers and beggars at the station. My mother’s face was hard and she couldn’t beg, and she was dancing there, the only dance she had learned from her school with her teacher. But she didn’t even get the money to buy a bottle of water.

At this point, a man in military uniform appeared, and he complimented my mother on how to dance and asked her where she was going, and he could buy her a train ticket for the cost of watching the dance. My mom didn’t know where she was going and asked him where he was going and pretended to go with him.

“My father came back from the army, 23 years old, five years older than my mother, couldn’t stand my mom’s book, my dad had a lot to read, they had a lot of fun in the car, they talked to each other, so much so they got out of the car and found out that my mom lied to him, and he was just exaggerating my mother’s intelligence, a bold one, a good one, and a bold one.

“They went into the factory together, put on a stand together, and picked up the crap. The two men slowly looked right and intended to get married, but there was no family book. My mother proposed to spend the day with me, but my dad wouldn’t say anything, and he went to my mom’s house with all the money he’d saved over the years, bought my mom’s account and broke my mom’s relationship with the family.

“The two of them got married and had a simple wedding. After the marriage, my dad was a taxi driver for some time, and my mom got a country school teacher. The two of us have had a hard and sweet life.

“When I was born, my dad became a cop, and my mom was home doing small business with the baby. Life is good, at least a regular monthly source of income. It’s funny that my mom had a hard birth when she gave birth to me, and my dad, a big man, heard my mom’s heart and heart, and then he ran into the delivery room without saying anything. He held my mother’s hand and turned around and shouted “Doctor” and said “No” to the little one.

“The doctor says the little one is alive and well, and can’t stop. I’m sorry.

Zhou Hae-hyun’s voice was funny, and I laughed with my cry.

He touched my head and kept talking.

“Then the mother and the son were safe. My dad was waiting for my mom, and then he went to the hospital and said he’d never give birth again.

“Our family is a typical mother-in-law, and when I was a kid, I was just mad at my mom, and my dad came back from work to make sure he beat me up. But they really love me. When I was a kid, I thought my dad was cool, admired him, and every time I heard him catch a bad guy, I thought my dad was a hero.

“How bad my dad is out there, how good it will be for my mom. My mom always runs the money, and my dad says we don’t have to pay for it. As long as my father was at home, he was doing all the housework, and he taught me from childhood, saying that a man can only have a home if he sees life in his eyes. He washes my mom’s feet, he squeezes my mom’s shoulders, and when she knows she likes cinnamon flowers, he grows a garden of cinnamon trees.

“It’s a bad thing my dad never attends my parents’ meetings, my mother’s last name and my father’s file are always blank, he never takes pictures, even because he was poor, and my mother didn’t even have a wedding picture.

“And then my dad got more and more busy, and sometimes he didn’t have to go home for six months. Those neighborhood neighbors couldn’t see my mother, mocking her that my dad was outside. Ask my dad exactly what he’s doing, and he won’t say. When I was almost disappointed by my dad, my mom still believed that my dad wouldn’t do anything wrong to her.

“It wasn’t until a year when my father was shot and brought back that we realized that his work might be unusual. My father raised his wounds at home for six months, and he didn’t tell me what he was doing in the course of the six months, and he took the difference between me and the beauty and the opium poppy, so that I could remember the poison plant for the rest of my life and destroy it.

“I knew by then what he did. When I asked him if he was worth it, he said that people had to do things they didn’t want to do. I was compelled by my father’s heroism, and the university called the public, and wanted to walk the same path as him and be as powerful as he was.

“After he’s hurt, he’s getting too busy. Last time he left, he promised my mom he’d come back for her birthday. Unfortunately, on my mom’s birthday in 2002 they didn’t wait for my dad to be alive, but rather for their leader to return with his urn and a first-class flag.

“My father fought a drug dealer in a raid by a border drug cartel and died under a grenade. According to his comrades, my father’s chest was blown up into a beehive coal, and his calves were blown up.

“After this operation, the drug dealers hid. Fearing reprisals against his family, my father ‘ s funeral did not take place, he could not write on the tablet, and he could not even go to the grave.

“My mother became depressed, and she even began to have a psychological shadow over the profession and became particularly nervous about my safety. She begged me not to go on my dad’s path, so after college, I moved here with my mom in a few months and started over.

“It’s the best brother I’ve ever had in college. My dad’s death.

“You’ll know the rest of the story. I’m sorry.

It’s as if the heart was strangled by an invisible hand. I never expected it to be so cruel and sad.

No wonder she’s never had her birthday; no wonder she never went to the grave; no wonder she’s so painful every month on the 5th, and she has borne the most unacceptable consequences of this most happy day.

Then how hard does it feel when my father calls her husband a short-lived ghost?

I can’t even imagine how she’s survived these years.

Uncle was 46 years old, so auntie chose to commit suicide at 46 years of age and refused to live any longer.

For her, her husband ‘ s departure was not a heavy rain, but a long and damp life.

The other day he talked to Sergeant Xiao Fu, and it was clear to me that he had no idea.

Go to follow.

He’ll be on his way to becoming a narc.

Words of dissuasion cannot be said and there is no reason to say that there is no position.

No one can forgive in his place, nor can anyone be prevented from going far.

Some people have wind in their blood, and life is meant to run. And as long as you run, someone will fall from the side.

I read one thing in the book:

If you want something, you have to set him free. If he comes back to you, he belongs to you. If he doesn’t come back, you never have him.

So is man, so is love.

I dry my face and ask with as calm a voice:

“When are you leaving? I’m sorry.

“Don’t know, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. I’m sorry.

“How long will it take? Will we meet again? I’m sorry.

He looked at me in silence and didn’t talk.

I tried not to cry, “I’ll wait for you when you come back. I’m sorry.

His eyes are getting red.

He said, “What if you never wait?” I’m sorry.

I said, “No, God will not be so cruel, I believe you will return.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Okay, I’ll be back.” I’m sorry.

37

And every day thereafter, the countdown was set.

I have tried to keep myself busy in order to spread the bitterness of the impending separation.

One afternoon, when he packed his high school textbooks, he dropped a postcard from the wedding dress studio.

It’s from the studio owner.

She said she wanted me to be a wedding model.

I was busy with my studies and I declined.

I wonder if it’s too late now.

Fortunately, I called back and the boss said her invitation was still valid.

That day, I took Zhou Hae-won with me, and I wanted to wear the wedding dress to the loved ones.

The wedding dress is beautiful, and I’m so confused.

The young lady boss asked us if we wanted to model together. It looked good.

I laughed and shook my head and said he didn’t like to take pictures.

I was in there for how long, and Zhou Hae-won sat quietly on the couch waiting for me.

The complex white dress of marriage is worn on its body, with a diamond necklace in the front of its chest, and its hair is lazily slashed into a gentle wave, with a shining crown on its head and small and delicate silver heels beneath its feet.

The mirror was beautiful, and I walked out with a starlight, as if I had walked into the house of marriage, and was a bride with eyes full of eyes.

And when he heard it, he looked at me with his eyes, and looked at it for as long as the air around him was still. There was some love in the deep eye, and he closed his eyes and opened up the peace.

He said, “It’s beautiful. I’m sorry.

I looked into his eyes and said, “I do.” I’m sorry.

Three words, inexplicably, brainless.

I could be crazy in other people’s eyes.

But I know he’ll understand.

He paused, so he thought for a moment, and he laughed, “Well, I would too. I’m sorry.

And We looked down and covered up the beating of the heart and the incomprehensible sadness.

When he was shot in the back, he left for a long time.

The boss sister herself was a photographer, and she asked, “Are you lovers?” I’m sorry.

I thought, “Not yet. I’m sorry.

She waved, and she cut the rail line: “It will be. Don’t worry. You’re so good together that love crosses all odds. I’m sorry.

Love crosses all odds.

The path of true love is never flat, love is hard, love is hard.

I’d like to try to believe it.

Zhou Hae-won returned at the end of the shoot.

He did not explain where he went, nor did I ask if he wanted me to know, he would have told me himself.

38

Love is hard to win.

I broke up with her.

In the evening, I, Zhou Hae-chul, my brother, Shen Lui-hee, gathered together for dinner.

At first they were fine.

Until she drank too much and threw her accountbook out of her pocket on the table.

She’s shaking her voice, and she has the courage to throw her heart out:

“Want to marry me?

“If you nod our heads, we’ll go and get it tomorrow.

“I don’t care about anything. I’ll wait for you, even ten years and eight years. I’m sorry.

The little brother heard nothing, just calmly taking away the glass before her.

“You’re drunk. I’m sorry.

“Away!” I’ll ask you one last time. Will you marry me? I’m sorry.

The men are laughing.

“Why can’t Miss Shen play when you’re not just playing? I’m sorry.

She had a violent tremor in her eyes, and I couldn’t believe it.

The look on her face is getting stiff.

“All right, it was me who forced a man who did not want to marry me, and I was a bitch.”

“What’s the point of chasing after you when someone wants to marry me? I’m sorry.

The fists on the side of his face were squeaky and pale as paper, while his mouth was relaxed.

“Then I wish you a happy wedding in advance, and I might be able to eat your joy.”

And the next second, he got drunk and threw a face.

Hae-hee put her cup on the table, picked up her accountbook and left without turning her head.

There was a black sedan parked outside the alley and the driver had been waiting here for a long time.

Until the sound of the last car disappeared.

Men suddenly strangle their faces, one by one, and their eyes are sorely in pain.

And he covered his face with his hands, and bowed his head, and cried bitterly and intensely.

“I don’t want to say that, but I can’t keep her.

“She has a better choice, and she will have a better life. I’m sorry.

There is nothing in the world that can survive, and neither of them is hidden.

The silence has fallen on the table, and the sobbing of restraint has become clearer.

The suffocated breath spreads around, and the invisible hands of all those in it are squeezed.

Love, but not together.

I suddenly find love strange, with blunt pains. When love began, sorrow was long gone.

39

It’s always too soon to get away, too soon to get caught.

Zhou Hae-won promised to go with me the next night. I woke up and told me he was leaving at noon.

We have less than three hours to get along.

Today is June 22.

I was going to give him a birthday when I got paid to model, but it’s early.

Zhou Hae-chul never needed my money, but this time I wanted my money.

So I went to the east market door, where the rusty single-bike bikes were parked, and the same drink was in the horn, “Hair, long hair, long braids, high price recovery, hair for sale.” I’m sorry.

Do you sell your hair? The man who cut his hair.

“Sale. I’m sorry.

How about 200?

“No way. I’m sorry.

“300! Three hundred!

“No way. I’m sorry.

“I’ll take it. He saw that I was in a hurry to use my money to press prices.

“300 is 300. I’m sorry.

Due to high school constraints, hair is too long to wash and waste time, cutting in the middle. Four years later, the hair is only a fraction longer than it was then.

I don’t have time for this. That’s 300 bucks.

But I forgot that the merchant’s city was treachery, that cold scissors were passing through his hair, and I couldn’t see how he had cut it, but I felt that a large pile of hair had been cut down and that the skin was cold, and everyone was lighter.

He said he only cut his chin, but finally I looked in the mirror and found him with his roots cut, and I was forced to cut into light.

The middle-aged man spat on his hand and spat and gave me three red notes.

I was shaking my lips, “You didn’t say you were going to cut this.” I’m sorry.

He leaned on me, and he said, “This is how we cut it in the business. Do you like it or not? I’ll give you back your hair. I’m sorry.

He knows it’s done. I’ll take it back.

I reached for the money, “Scoundrel, sooner or later.” I’m sorry.

Then turn around and leave.

At this point, most of the cake shops in town are still open. There were so many families that they thought they couldn’t buy them.

Sister, please, please hurry. I’m sorry.

An hour later, I went to the nearby flower shop with my fresh blueberry cake.

“Boss, let’s have a sunflower. I’m sorry.

Eight and seven cents left in the pocket.

I look at my hands full and my sense of satisfaction dilutes the hair.

It’s just that Zhou Hae-hye saw the cake and the flowers, not as happy as I thought.

He stares at my hair, his lips squeezing, and he whispers, “You little fool.” I’m sorry.

I saw in his eyes some tears in his eyes, and I couldn’t take care of the others, and I rushed over.

“Take it, don’t cry. Old people say they cry before they die. I’m sorry.

“…”

I hit the fan in his eye.

“…”

His throat swung, and when he looked up, he was blind.

I was relieved and, as before, pulled him and put candles in and lit them.

The candles straddle, and the radiant sun falls, and the candles melt.

“Happy birthday, Zhou Hai Yi. I’m sorry.

At the same time he whispered in my ear.

But my right ear is now completely deaf.

I had to look at him.

“Nothing, I wish you happy birthday.” I’m sorry.

I believe it.

Together we close our eyes and make a wish.

This year I wish him a safe journey and hope that we will have an old age.

As usual, he’s gonna put the first cream on my forehead, and I’m gonna hide, and I’m gonna give him the eyebrow.

“I’ll give you all my future luck and return it when you get back. I’m sorry.

He always didn’t like sweets, but this time he had to eat the cake.

Before I left, he reached out and rubbed my head.

“There’s still a little bit of a hand. I’m sorry.

Then don’t touch it. I’m sorry.

And he smiled, and his mouth snuggled:

“The next time I come back, I won’t touch. I’m sorry.

He left with nothing except the old ten dollars and the sunflower.

I stood at the door, looking at the back of him and his brother, until they disappeared at the end of the road.

Strangely, it doesn’t feel so bad, it’s just boring, it doesn’t know what it feels like.

The eyes are sour, but they can’t cry and their mouths are empty.

Then I realized it was numb.

Before I went to bed at night, I touched a bunch of keys and a bank card under my pillow.

Zhou Hae-chul left me the building and his savings over the years.

The tears were too quick to keep their eyes open.

It looks like acid rain.

40

After they all left, I lived alone in a small building.

As the first 100 students in the province, the school gave me $100,000 in scholarships.

The university report is in Kawasawa.

But I seem to have lost my desire for entertainment, and I spent all day in the library, in the lab, learning became the only way to pass my time.

I go back to the alley every year to see if he’s back and clean the building from the inside.

When I went back to junior, I heard my dad was out of jail and he went to the south with Jo’s casino owner.

The day is like a hymn, and the day goes by, slips out of the hand, a week, a month, and an adult.

In the fifth year, I went to a Washington internship and met a very good and caring senior. Coincidentally, he’s the brother of my high school classmate, Wang Yi. I didn’t recognize it at first.

After graduation, I took a test with him on the security staff of his hometown and worked in the criminal investigation squad. I hope that I will be able to work with Zhou Haiqi. I’m not afraid of pain, I’m afraid of fear, I’m afraid of fear. They sometimes exaggerate that I’m better than a man and say I’ve given a woman forensics face.

In these six years, when I get tired of everything, I think of him, and I want to live and exist somewhere in the world, and his existence is important to me. As soon as I think of him, time becomes vulnerable.

I’ve always wondered how long and short the days of being with them are, so I’ve heard back and forth, and I am happy enough just to remember. I can’t be who I am today by removing any moment of their presence in my life.

I don’t know.

This day, I’m writing a report.

Suddenly the heart twitched, the pen fell out of the hand and rolled to the foot. Hearts are broken, they’re sore, they’re so numb, they’re all groaning, they’re crying unconsciously, they’re so sad.

It’s like a distant place where trees linked to my spirit are being cut down.

What’s wrong with you?

He saw me like this.

I grabbed his sleeve, “Big brother, I’d like to take leave. Right now, to Puzi Temple. I’m sorry.

Such panic has occasionally occurred over the years, but never as intense as today.

In love with a man, it’s as if he’s serving a god who can fall at any moment, and his breath is of priority.

I’m so scared that I have to rely on something to feel safe. They said that the Puzi Temple was the best of all.

When people are powerless to despair, they can rest on faith.

Until I stood in front of the temple, my heart panicked. It’s raining so hard that I’m here alone with my umbrella.

I refuse to umbrella, and I fear that I will not hear.

And he did not persuade me, and he did not fight. Not long ago I was all wet and my brother and I became two psychotic chickens.

The sky is so dark, the sky’s likeness is soaring, the rain is sore, the trees on both sides of the tunnel are shaking wildly, and the soybeans are sore that they fall on their faces.

The pedestrians are hiding in the rain, and we’re in the rain.

The temple was built on the mountains, 108 steps from the foot of the mountains to the top of the mountains, and I bowed and prostrated three times in the sight of others.

On the bottom of his head, he kneeled on his knees, the heavy sound of the crash was scattered by the rain, and the sound was crying for his peace. Countless times, his name was called.

The hemorrhage of his forehead and the bruises on his knees, I only asked Buddha to see my heart.

Following the last steps of the bite, the gates of the Buddhist temple gradually strangling before my eyes.

In the doors, the old monks were wearing dark shades, holding radiant beads in their hands, and the eyebrows were sanctified.

“How can we meet if there is no cause, or if there is no debt? It has always been so shallow, so it’s over, so it’s over.

“Lord, please return. I’m sorry.

And the temple was completely closed, and the holy sound of the mountains was loud.

Quiet, I heard someone shouting my name. There’s only the wind behind you.

I was swept away by confusion and despair.

41

That day, I said goodbye to his back.

I thought I’d have to wait for menopause this time.

But he will meet again every day, waiting for the next life.

It was only in the usual morning that I walked into the autopsy room and found out that it was the person I wanted most.

“The name of the deceased is Zhou Hai Yi, age 31, sex, height about 186 cm, weight 75 kg, time of death 48 hours…”

I can’t hear the back, I just feel the ears buzzing.

Dom, you know the dead? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.

“Then this time you’re going to dissect. I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

So We were calm, and his brother looked at me and said nothing.

The right hand, which is already rigid, is gripped by a wrinkled ten dollars, folded into a little triangle.

I thought I’d cry, growl, scream. But in fact, I don’t feel anything, and I feel like I’m completely out of my mind.

Turning out to be extremely sad, it would suddenly return to calm, which would have allowed me to operate the whole process without changing.

As his body came back together, there was also a video recording of the inhuman torture he had endured for 30 hours.

The drug dealers burned his body with fire, smashed his bones with a hammer an inch, and struck a wound with a whip. When he was losing consciousness, he was salted in the wound and repeatedly punched in the head… and was finally tortured to death.

This is an incompetent and despicable death struggle following the destruction of the largest drug-trafficking group from the border.

After six years of undercover work with the Chinese police, Zhou Hae-il was completely wiped out of the border drug syndicates that had been bragging for many years, and his identity was exposed and subjected to cruel reprisals by drug traffickers as he was about to retreat.

I don’t know.

In the hospital, the six-year-lost petty police officer was lying on his bed with bandages all over his body, wearing blue stripes and empty on his right hand and left leg.

He said, “Sister Tang, long time no see. I’m sorry.

I said, “Long time no see. I’m sorry.

We looked at each other in silence for a long time.

Tears burst out of control.

“Why can’t Zhou Hae-chul return suddenly?” I’m sorry.

He was in a state of shock, and the words he was about to say had become difficult.

“It’s your dad.

“He was tricked into drug trafficking at the border because of the low volume and low success rate each time, which led to dissatisfaction among those involved. In order to survive, he was ridiculous enough to push you out, saying that he had a daughter to help them.

Zhou stopped your message. So at the end of the mission, your father saw Brother Zhou and determined that he was a cop. In fact, he was just trying to take revenge, but he just hit him by mistake.

“As soon as his identity was revealed, he protected us and left without ever coming out. I’m sorry.

My back is flat on the wall, and my brain is blank.

I never thought that reality would be so absurd and cruel.

“What about my dad now? I’m sorry.

“Death, addiction. I’m sorry.

I don’t know if I should laugh at his death, or if I should do justice to my Zhou Hae-chul.

Or, I hate myself, I drag him down.

It’s been a while.

He asks carefully, “How has she been all these years?” I’m sorry.

I laughed, “Because I didn’t delay her, I’ll be a loser.” I’m sorry.

“Two years ago, she became a vegetable in a car accident. As a result of her forced marriage at home, she was drunk and drove to the mountains, and people turned over with her car.

“She’s been waiting for you. I’m sorry.

In empty wards, two pitiful people abandoned by the world, exchanging the information they most wanted to know about each other, and stabbing each other with the deepest arrows.

42

I went home to sleep for two days, and I thought it was all a dream. But the dream is still a reality.

“This is the ashes of the martyr Zhou Hai, and his belongings, which according to his suicide note, were given to his fiancée, Ms. Tang Haqing. I’m sorry.

I’m standing there.

There are hundreds of my sketches and a diamond ring.

When I thought I had not followed him, I looked back, and he had watched my back for a long time.

I can’t help but shake my mouth and make a sad smile.

The ring is on the hand, right in size.

I looked at the wooden box in my arms and I said:

“Chou Hae-won, I came to take you home. I’m sorry.

The wind is high and the autumn is strong, and the roads are covered with yellow leaves, flying in the sky and falling on the ground.

And We walked with a blind eye, and there was nothing but an unblemished sorrow and silence, and there was a weight upon our feet.

All of a sudden, the body was hit by a three-year-old who was chasing leaves on the side of the road and his mother was behind him.

The little boy bowed down and apologized to me, “Sorry, Grandma, I didn’t mean to hit you. I’m sorry.

I looked back at him, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

And he was staring at me, and his eyes were confused.

I keep going, and I’m gonna sound like a child, and I’m gonna say, “Mom, didn’t you say that all your hair was white? But that was my sister. That was weird. I’m sorry.

“Shh, baby, it’s weird you see your sister, because she’s going through pain you can’t understand. I’m sorry.

The little boy is looking in the back of his head. The sky was dark and the sunset was west, and she was walking, and the white hair was woven with Shawser’s autumn view.

I don’t know.

I was standing outside the door by the flower shop, and I said, “Boss, if you’d like a bouquet of sunflower, my husband doesn’t like the ass.” I’m sorry.

I took them back to the alley.

The guacamole in the courtyard is blooming and the wind is blowing all over the place.

I sat on the couch I used to sit on and touched the wooden box.

It’s like he’s alive.

“Chou Hae-won, did you hurt? I’m sorry.

They say he didn’t say a word and didn’t shed a tear.

“Look, I bought you your favorite sunflower.

“You’re not going to have your birthday this year. It’s past that time. I’m sorry.

I’m done, “I’ll never give you a birthday again.

“I’m sorry to drag you down. I wish I didn’t have that dad. I’d rather be an orphan.

“You’re so stupid, you’ve charged $10 for protection, you’ve really protected me for 10 years. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I’ve been talking a lot, and I don’t know if he’s tired of hearing, so our house’s knocked.

Open the door, there’s a man in a windcoat, tall and thin, and he’s all upset. Seeing me for a long time, staring at my hair, and the thin mist in my eyes.

I opened my mouth, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

Seeing as he wasn’t leaving, I had to put him in the front.

He sat on the couch across the street, “I saw you in a bad state and wanted to see you.

“Do you know each other?”

I put up the ring on my hand, “He’s my husband. I’m sorry.

He was silent for a moment, and his gentle, pacifying voice sounded:

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I’m smirking with my mouth and my heart is bleeding.

It’s been quiet for a long time.

He suddenly opened his mouth and said, “The Hu Yang leaves of October are the brightest, the Shangri-la snow view of November is pure and white, and December is a month of cherry blossoms all over the mountains.

“I mean, people look forward, there are lots of sceneries ahead. When I was 12, my dad died, my mom had cancer, my brother was seven, and I was just like you. Then the bite went on, the mother’s disease was miracle-proof, and the brother grew up every day, and after that, everything got better. I began to look at the mountains and look at everything in this world, and even a wild flower will bring me joy. I’m sorry.

“But you have a mother and a brother and I have nothing.” I’m sorry.

He’s serious, “If you need me, I’d be happy to stay with you. I’m sorry.

The words of adults need not be said.

I don’t know when he started to think about me more than brother and sister, but I did see him as a brother, and he helped me a lot and taught me a lot over the years.

But there is only one heart in a man’s life, and it is only for one that my heart beats.

“I’ve had enough of him. I’m sorry.

His eyes were dark.

“Thank you for coming today, sir. I want to go to bed. I’m sorry.

“Then you rest. I’m sorry.

When he came to the door, he hesitated and turned his head:

“Then I’ll book you for the next life, and I’ll line up behind him. I’m sorry.

If I don’t answer, I’ll go.

But I won’t have another life.

It’s too hard for me to catch anything. I won’t come in my next life, so I won’t drag him back.

I went step by step with the urn and lay in his bed.

It’s been too long and his breath is gone.

I thought I might be a very bad person.

So heaven took back one of my possessions, one after the other, and punished me with all that I held into the ashes of the loss of my fingers.

The path of true love is never flat, love is hard, love is hard.

The old man’s words were a lie, and she said that the two people whose names could be linked were well-known, but they were not.

And in the alley, and never.

Countless memories of the past are rewinding in front of us, like a movie replay, and I watched my life as a bystander.

The beginning of the story does not match the path of displacement.

Fourteen years ago, I lamented my fate and shot my heart after years. Turns out, my life has long been destined for a muddy road.

Quiet, back to that day. The difference is that I did not walk into the alley this time, nor did I push the door, but turned around and was tortured by darkness until I swallowed it. Maybe this is the best ending.

I’d trade my next life for heaven.

There is no more poison in the world; there is no more water in the river.

It’s cold, it’s weak, it’s hard to breathe, it’s thick, it’s thick, it’s thick in its mouth, it’s down to its chin, it’s ears, and it’s turned into beautiful flowers on white sheets.

I look back at the end of my life, on the platform leading to the Yellow Springs, full of the dead.

43

Zhou Hae-chul was given a first degree of credit after his death.

As one of the most dangerous types of police in peacetime, the average age of our anti-narcotics police stopped at 41, while Zhou Hai Yi died at 31 years of age.

Counter-narcotics has never been a war without smoke, but some have forged a wall of peace with their own lives and swords.

In 1992, the alarm 013626 was activated.

In 2012, the alarm 013626 was sealed.

In 2017, the alarm 013626 was restarted.

In 2023, the alarm 013626 was permanently sealed.

[Close is to remember, the start is to inherit.] I’ll be you again with the alarm. _Other Organiser

Years later, Zhou’s father and son began to spread. It was only then that the people in the alley knew that they were a drug police officer who was afraid of being despised.

People come by their name to pick up cards in places where heroes used to live, but find themselves in a state of desolation.

There are also people who go to the cemetery to celebrate themselves.

As long as one remembers their sacrifice, one will always remember the evil of drug trafficking and drug abuse, and there will be hope for China’s anti-drug cause.

I don’t know.

And the morning was covered with ashes, and the earth was calm, and there was a mist in the cemetery, as if it were a veil.

Two tablets were filled with flowers that came to be sacrificed. On the tablet is a red line, so that they may not be separated in the next life.

One is the Tomb of Martyr Joe Yippa and his wife Zhou Yau.

The other is the tomb of the martyr Zhou Haeqi and his wife Tang Hae.

A group of three-year-olds and ten-year-olds, ranging from young to middle to old, were silently standing in front of the grave.

In the east, the sun was rising, but the first sun of the morning was pierced by a thick mist, as it was on that Chinese red, and the five-star red flag rose with the sunrise.

The light of the Red Star shines across the sky.

Tears were instantaneously filled with eyes, and the long march against drugs had been unwittingly followed and successive generations would defend the land in their own way.

China ‘ s anti-drug campaign, a common cause of all humankind, will be crowned with final victory.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.