Our fridge will reply automatically.
I put the fish in.
“Too dirty. I’m sorry.
I’m playing durian.
“Too stink. I’m sorry.
I put a screwdriver.
“…can’t you eat something normal? I’m sorry.
I’m pissed, slap it.
“What are you so proud of? I’m sorry.
It took a long time to get across the street and write:
“Who says I’m a refrigerator?”
“Who says I’m a refrigerator?”
I looked at that quote on the fridge door.
Three minutes of shock.
The opposite is clearly better than me.
“I don’t know why. The smell of our refrigerators seems to be connected. I’m sorry.
“Shared? I’m sorry.
What’s the big deal?
I thought, “Why can’t I smell you in the fridge?” I’m sorry.
I’m angry across the street:
“What the hell do I smell like when I use a drink?” I’m sorry.
“…”
A few days down, I found this fridge really amazing.
It’s like I sneaked half the durian in in the middle of the night.
The opposite side reacted very quickly.
With that note:
“Why don’t you stop eating this? I’m sorry.
Dog nose?
I was staring at the frown of the guacamole wrapped in layers.
“There are several layers of film. I’m sorry.
A suggestion was made across the street: I’m sorry.
I laughed like I could afford it.
Just this house.
Or did I rent it?
“Why didn’t you change?”
“I can’t afford it!”
I seem to be mad at the other side, waiting for half a day to put up with nothing.
I wonder if it’s really bad when I’m going to get the durian out.
Open the fridge.
“Ugh…”
I swear.
I’ve never been so sick in my life.
Grenade with new onions.
Never forget that.
“Why are you so childish? I’m sorry.
I brought up the pen to make it easy to put on the anger.
On the other side of the handwriting, with a clear sense of satisfaction: “To attack with poison.” I’m sorry.
“How old are you?” I have to ask questions.
Seventeen. I’m sorry.
Well, it’s a kid. I shake a pen, and my mouth’s not gonna stop laughing.
“Hey, Onion Kid, Sister 22” I’m sorry.
On the other side, write slowly:
“Well, twenty-two years old Aunt durian. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Me and the Onion Kid about three chapters.
Don’t put onions in the fridge and guacamole, which smells like food.
But no leftovers.
I packed the tomatoes and eggs in the morning.
A few days ago, the door was closed and there was a response:
The leftovers?
I’m tired. I’m sorry.
Just when I thought he was going to add new rules.
A quick reply from the opposite side:
“Does everyone feel so pathetic?”
What I’m trying to say is, it’s called thrift!
But thinking of him in school, the problem with the accent is:
“So learn. I’m sorry.
“You come to me, I’ll treat you. I’m sorry.
Yo-ho.
I’m happy.
Honestly, I saw what this kid looked like across the street.
And by the way, it’s a strange thing to do with this crappy fridge.
But I haven’t figured out how to respond yet.
It is easy to post the address immediately following it:
“City Gang County – Peach Tea District – C Tower-301. I’m sorry.
I took a breath, and the hand of the pen couldn’t stop shaking:
“Are you sure? I’m sorry.
“What else?”
Once again, I checked the sign numbers, and once I was sure, I wrote:
“I’m now in the city of Gang County Peach Tea District C Block 301. I’m sorry.
“… aunty durian, this is not funny. I’m sorry.
It does not seem to be the case that such a pointless response is being carried out with a negative tone.
I hope it’s a joke.
“What’s your name? I’m sorry.
I thought maybe this house was the original tenant, and the landlord shorted it to make money.
But the juvenile replied to me.
Apparently not.
“Hush North Late. Photo from Flickr by Flickr user pic.twitter.com/photos
I was like, “What’s the matter with you?” I’m sorry.
“You know me?”
I nod my head.
Yes.
In the year of seniors, there was a homemade diary of male gods at the table to record the ranking of male gods.
It’s called “The Men We Chased Together”
And to the north, on that diary.
Number two.
But then…
He died in the summer of his senior year.
A guess flashed through my head, and I held the pen in my hand:
“What year is it on your side?”
It’s a very quick response across the line.
“2017 Ah, Aunt durian, you seem to be working a little hard. I’m sorry.
I’ve got a soft leg, and I’ve got a little bit of a twirl:
“My side is 2022. I’m sorry.
Now it’s certain.
I’m not lying, I’m not lying, I’m not lying, I’m living with Peach Tea.
The difference is… it’s two space and time between five years.
In other words, the late Hubbard in 2017, and me in 2022, it works in the same refrigerator.
This is why there is a odour-concording bias.
I’m anxious to tell the whole story to the North.
If I can, I just have to find out the truth about his death, and there seems to be a chance to save it.
This is even the only chance to survive in the North.
Although I hardly knew this boy, known as Xu Bei, if it wasn’t for this accident.
But obviously, it’s not true across the street.
“Turn your aunt, you’re trying to think of something very new. I’m sorry.
I’m in a hurry.
“It’s not Hebei, you have to believe me!
“I’m really from 2022! I’m sorry.
The youth is not slow:
“So, are you hungry? Or do you want to be a writer? I’m sorry.
Shit!
Son of a bitch!
I’m so mad!
I breathed so hard, I told myself to be cool and calm…
Think fast, there’s a way to prove that you really are 2022.
But I went to high school, and I was a typical nerd, and I was in the city, and Xubei was in the city.
If it wasn’t for the man’s diary at the same table, I’d be…
Wait…
Diary!
Yes, in that diary, the sixth place at the beginning of the late Xuebei.
But one morning, the same table came into the class and told me with the stars.
I’m going to rank Hebei late! I’m sorry.
I was calculating a mathematical question, but I didn’t look up, and I just followed the table.
“Why?”
“Didn’t you hear that there were two social assholes around our school who used to block our students? I’m sorry.
I noded, and I met once, but it happened to catch up with my mother, and I was lucky enough to escape.
“Since last night, Hebei picked out two of them, threw them all over the house, put them in the police station, saved the nerd from our next class…
“It’s just a pity for us, the man, who was stabbed twice in the right arm and back, and is still in the hospital. I’m sorry.
And when the speech was made at the table, and the groaning and the groaning was made, it was almost impossible for him to kneel down and worship himself.
And I was curious to ask, “Why is that not first? I’m sorry.
Just as we tried to talk, we were knocked on in the head by a representative of math class.
Guoyang, go out and write the formula. I’m sorry.
Before being taken away like a chicken, the same table looked at me in Chebaa.
It seems that:
I can’t change that first.
End of memory.
I looked at the watch if the time was right.
The late injury of Xuebei is tonight!
I have been busy writing about the general process in a convenient post and, in order to increase authenticity, I have even highlighted two places where he was injured.
It’s been a long time.
There was no response from the opposite side.
Probably left.
I couldn’t help but breathe, and I decided to go wash up.
Hsui-bei’s gonna come back to me later.
It’s been two days.
This time, unlike in the past, he wrote with a clear sense of seriousness:
“Your side is really 2022? I’m sorry.
I put on a smile:
“Onion Kid, believe me now? I’m sorry.
“Well, the hospital’s been lying down for half a month, giving me a good brain. I’m sorry.
Does that mean something so rare is acceptable?
I couldn’t help but laugh, but I reacted very quickly.
It’s been almost a week.
“Leave it to yourself. I’m sorry.
In the cross-referenced handwriting, there’s a rare good fortune:
“Good Aunt durian, I’ll do the competition now. I’m sorry.
“The competition? The math competition?”
“Yes, and Auntie durian? I’m sorry.
I’ll take a little pride in that.
“Of course! I’m the woman who won the gold prize for the math competition. I’m sorry.
A slow response across the street, with the unique confidence and joy of the youth:
“How about we make it a match, Aunt Kurian? I’m sorry.
Winning people.
I’ve been trying to say that I’ve been throwing away my books for five years, and it’s not pure.
The subject, and the third-year math contest in 2017… is almost identical!
My memory will not go wrong, despite five years.
The competition was the last deal I made with Dad.
If I get the gold prize, Dad’s gonna take a leave of absence.
Take three days and take me to the sea with Mom.
So I’ve been studying every day and every night, and I’ve been working on all the competitions I can find at the school bar.
I’ve practiced this one too.
It’s an ordinary evening self-study, and there’s a newspaper in the belly of the table.
Several pages of the newspaper were folded.
One of them is where this is going.
So on the day of the exam, I cried when I saw a close-to-the-art solution.
Smiling and crying and writing about the steps.
Finally got first place.
Unfortunately, the man I made the deal with never saw again.
On the day I took the exam, Dad was stabbed a dozen times when he caught a criminal.
Knife is lethal.
Never wake up again.
I didn’t even have time to tell him that his daughter would be number one after all.
Wait…
I’m drying out the wetness of my eyes.
If that’s the time, the math competition hasn’t started yet.
Which means.
Dad’s still here!
There’s still a chance to survive!
I can barely contain the tremors of my right hand, and the writings are twisted:
“Shobe, please do me a favor. I’m sorry.
“Madam, have you made a request before your answer? I’m sorry.
He will write down the whole step: “It looks like I’m going first. I’m sorry.
“Please, go to the trio, find a man called Song Jung-dong and tell him on September 18th not to make a show. I’m sorry.
A moment of shock across the street: “Is it the Pancake Pie Uncle who wears a green coat?” I’m sorry.
And when I saw it, I said, “Yes, do you know him?”
The opposite negative.
“Just bought pancakes a few times and remember that they’re bad technology. I’m sorry.
I looked at the evaluation across the street, and I couldn’t help but look in the eye.
The father was a plainclothes policeman, who spent a long time with Uncle Zhang to arrest a criminal leader.
Daddy sells pancakes and Uncle Zhang runs around.
Every time I go past school, my dad sends me one.
Come on! Here’s a hot one. I’m sorry.
I was looking at the skin of my hand and the two twirling lettuces that could fall off at any moment, and I left my mouth shut:
Dad! Why do you always give me what the guests don’t want? I’m sorry.
Dad said, “You son, the country’s food cannot be wasted.” I’m sorry.
I took a bite.
And every time that happens, Uncle Cheung will come over and pick up the following sentence:
“I say old Song, look at you, your daughter’s got a problem. I said, “This pancakes stand is supposed to let me do it. I’m sorry.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…”
Those memories, once taken, seemed to have happened yesterday.
I used to hate pancakes, but I can’t eat them anymore.
“Can I ask why? I’m sorry.
I looked at the response that came out of it, and I thought, and I told him the truth:
“In the morning, he was stabbed and killed. I’m sorry.
It was quiet across the street for a long time.
Finally, there is an easy-to-advertisement response:
“Good. I’m sorry.
I’m not sure if Xu Bei can stop this.
Dad is so stubborn.
Especially during the critical period of arrests.
Even if someone really told him it would kill him, he’d probably be on his head.
I’ve been walking around in my room, worried.
A few hours later.
It is easy to post a late response from the North.
“I can’t do that, Auntie. He doesn’t believe what I’m saying. He’s always saying I’m not allowed to tell anyone who’s a plainclothes cop.
“Just what?”
The other side is painted and changed, with a sense of shame.
“No… nothing. I’m sorry.
It’s the same way I thought it would be.
“Please help me find a girl called Song Nam-chul and tell her to stop Dad from going to the stand on the day of the competition. I’m sorry.
I value the competition, but I’m sure I care more about Dad’s safety.
It was quiet across the street and asked me a question:
“Madam, can I know what your relationship with Song Nam Yi is? I’m sorry.
I’ve been asked a few questions, but I’m still writing:
“I am Song Nam Zhen, the future 22-year-old Song Nam Zhen. I’m sorry.
After a long period of time, it seemed that the young man’s handwriting was accompanied by an unknown determination:
“Well, I’ll definitely stop it. I’m sorry.
It’s a lot faster over there.
I look at conveniences from time to time during the late response period.
I’m afraid I’ll miss something.
I didn’t mean to see it coming.
He gave a step to solve the problem.
The heart was stabbed for a moment.
This step, 17 years old, I’ve seen it.
It’s in the paper in the belly of the table, it’s covered in the back of the title.
And this, exactly the same step.
I’m breathing tight, so the paper was actually given to me late?
But how?
I didn’t know what he looked like.
Look?
Photos?
Yes, if Xu Bei had participated in the math competition, he would have been in the photo of the first three!
My heart beats faster than ever, and I walk a little bit.
And We opened the album, and there was some shaking of the fingertips.
In chronological order, it was found in the middle of the album.
It may have been a little long and the picture is not an epilepsy.
Looks kind of yellow.
I set my sights on the second-named boy on my side, whose heart was suspended for an instant.
The boy in the picture was tall and thin, with only one side face.
The moment the camera came, his sight fell in my direction.
Below is a picture of a young man’s name.
The city’s 7th of the Queen’s Queens.
Third on my left is a girl.
Short hair, black glasses, I know, the daughter of our grade teacher.
Name’s Joss.
The teacher told me more than once.
He said, “O Nam Qi, you have to do more, and you have to think, and you are close to an axiom.” I’m sorry.
In that competition, I was the only one who had a full score.
The second-named Xue-bei was also given two points on the axle.
But I’m in the middle of a perfect solution to the problem by comparing it to the refrigerator.
It doesn’t look like it’s going to be cut.
Unless…
I squeezed the photo album’s hand and looked at the young man’s side of my face.
He dropped those two points on purpose.
The goal is to get me first!
The heart beats unwittingly.
But why?
I wrinkled my head, and my thumb was in the position of a young school uniform.
Hsube is late.
Do we know each other?
Like in response.
Next second.
The pictures were suddenly jammed and the picture changed.
I had the confidence to rub my eyes.
Hebei’s late… and disappeared from the picture?
Joss became second in the race.
And the third one became another girl I’ve never seen before.
It’s not representative.
The past has changed?
My heart is being raised, and I have come to the convenience of life as quickly as I can.
Up there, there’s a response.
Delete, delete, delete.
There’s only one last word of youth guilt:
“Sorry…
I still couldn’t save him.
A large amount of strange memories came in like a flood, and I looked black and fell straight to the ground.
This came in memory.
For the first time, I saw this boy, Hebei.
The youths were tall and thin, with a unique youth.
He’s fast ahead of me.
“Song Nam Yi. I’m sorry.
He calls me by my name, and looks at it, and there’s an undetectable red in his ear.
“Hello, can I help you?”
I’m holding a book and it looks like I’m being nice.
“Listen to me, you must stop your father from making a show the day after tomorrow’s math competition…”
It’s possible that he did speak with too much sincerity, and it could be about Dad.
Anyway, I did.
Unfortunately, I was finally sent to the exam myself.
He told me more than he did:
“My daughter, don’t you believe in Dad? Besides, there’s Uncle Cheung!
“You take a good test, get a first. Dad takes a vacation with you and Mom. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I came to the hospital.
There’s a snout of disinfection around.
Something happened to Dad.
He was stabbed a lot.
He was the last to see me.
I kneel before him and I weep:
“I thought I said no. I thought you said you’d protect yourself. Why? I’m sorry.
Daddy lifts his right hand, caressssss my eyebrow softly, and he pulls out a smile worse than crying:
“But my daughter, if Dad doesn’t go, he’s not the only one who dies. I’m sorry.
I’m shaking my head down, crying.
“A big girl, why are you crying? I’m sorry.
Dad started to blame me for covering my tears, but he woke up with red.
“That’s right, tell Uncle Zhang to let him have the pancake stand.
“And that little bastard, who’s been sneaking around behind you, he’s got a knife for Dad.
“Don’t Dad. “You and Uncle Cheung said we’d go together and thank you, and I’ll be number one this time.
“My daughter, great,
“Well, Uncle Chang, don’t ever brag about your son in front of Dad again. I’m sorry.
Dad smiled and his eyes cried.
“My daughter is so proud of my father…”
Dad! I’m sorry.
I woke up and my tears were drenched with half a pillow.
But I’m clear.
This is not a dream.
It’s the past that was changed by the late North.
In that past.
I lost my dad again.
I lost my voice and cried, and I put my head in my knees.
“Nang Yi”? I’m sorry.
“Nang Yi”? I’m sorry.
“Song Nam Soon”?
The brain gets heavy and I wake up in my sleep.
“You’re awake!”
The girl in front of her is short-haired and wears lovely black box glasses.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Zhao’s daughter. “The girl speaks softly, with a kind of familiarity.
Auntie Lin was my renter, and I helped her once, so she was always very passionate to me.
“You picked me up for a math competition in senior year, and one of us was in the exam, and I was in the third, and you were first, remember? I’m sorry.
The girl’s face was clear in the picture, I remember.
It’s the changed past, the girl in the picture.
“Seven years in the city?”
“Yes!”
It’s a high school in the city.
I couldn’t help but ask:
“Do you remember there’s a boy at your school named Xu Bei? I’m sorry.
“Remember. I’m sorry.
Zhao’s ass sits by his bed, chews on an apple, and it’s confusing:
“He’s quite famous, he’ll be in our class in senior year, and he’s got a pretty good grades. At first, the girls who chased him could go around school three times. I’m sorry.
I wrinkled, “Why would a man like that later…? “The dead…”
The year of Zhao was sad to say, “He was a hero, and he died on his way back to save a girl on the day he finished.” I’m sorry.
“On the way back?”
“Yes, it’s in the alley near the river bridge.
The man, Zhou Ping, is a habitual criminal who has been arrested before, but has failed, and who can’t believe that a year has come back. I’m sorry.
“That…
“The Nanjo is awake. The hospital door was opened.
Aunt Lin brought in a lunch, smiled and opened the lunch box.
“Come on, drink this chicken soup first, young man, and make up for it. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, Aunt Lin. I’m sorry.
Zhao was temporarily called off by his boyfriend.
Aunt Lin came home with me.
After I sent Aunt Lin, I came to the convenience sticker.
It’s been filled with mixed responses with guilt and fear.
“Are you still there?
“Are you okay?
“I’m sorry…”
I neglected to ask straight past.
“How’s your wound? I said, “Does it still hurt? I’m sorry.
It’s as if it’s been waiting a long time, and it’s coming back very quickly.
It doesn’t hurt. I’m sorry.
I cried, “That’s good. I’m sorry.
Half of the time, Xubei asked, “So the past can’t be changed, right? I’m sorry.
My heart was drawn up, knowing that he was referring to the fact that at first I said he was going to die in the summer of senior year.
I haven’t figured out how to respond.
“Will you please grant me a request. I’m sorry.
I have a tight pen in my hand: “Okay, you say.” I’m sorry.
“If I can do it, I will.”
“The double-coloured number for next week. I’m sorry.
I almost missed my breath.
Shit!
Damn kid, I’m worried about him!
“…”
“Big lottery, too. I’m sorry.
The juvenile went on to request.
I seem to be able to see Xubei picking up his eyebrows and beating his ass.
I’m so mad at you.
I’m angry with the next note: “Stucks!” What are you thinking? I’m sorry.
Really?
“No way!”
“…”
Could be the butterfly effect.
After Dad’s affair, Song Nam-chul remembers, and sometimes he goes with his mother to see Xubei.
At the end of the week, Mom came to visit Mom with me at 17.
The late opening of the door in Xuebei, the young man with his bird’s head on his head, looked a little twirled and the pyjamas were opened up.
When I saw him, I saw him.
I was just about to say hi.
Bang! “Hello, I’m going to be able to say in the future. I’m sorry.
She’s too busy to open the door.
I woke up smiling and couldn’t help writing it on the fridge.
“Wasty? I’m sorry.
Six points appear across the street.
“Don’t be shy. “I can’t help but keep playing.
“…the Aunt durian.
“You can’t talk. I’m sorry.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha.” I’m sorry.
“I think I know how I die in the future. I’m sorry.
“You’re a hero. I’m sorry.
“No, the youth immediately denied, I was angry with you and…”
“What else?”
“Happiness to death. I’m sorry.
# Ha ha ha ha ha ha #
Every day that passes here, I calculate the time across the street.
At noon, I opened the fridge, as usual, and a guacamole came.
I’m a little surprised.
“You don’t hate it anymore? I’m sorry.
When I was talking, I sat across the fridge and looked at the young man’s reply.
“No offense. I’m sorry.
I was just about to tweak, and the other sentence came out.
It’s true.
“All you like, I want to try. I’m sorry.
It’s got a twitch in the tip of the heart.
But soon it was cut off.
Even in the distance of time, I can seem to see that the young man is red, so don’t scratch it.
Finally, he asked:
“Twenty-two-year-old Song Nam-chul has a boyfriend? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “No, no. I’m sorry.
“Is there anyone you like? I’m sorry.
The young man was nervous when he asked.
I can’t help but make fun of it:
“If the 22-year-old Hebei were to appear here later,
“A like and a boyfriend, it should all be. I’m sorry.
Juveniles are teenagers.
My heart and joy can never be hidden.
Xu Bei has left his pen behind and writes with his seriousness and piety:
“Son Nam Zheng,
“That’s a deal. I’m sorry.
I nod and write:
“Category. I’m sorry.
At the end of the conversation, Hebei suddenly asked me:
“You said I died of the hero?
“So, what day?”
I looked at the calendar, “June 9, the day after your exams.” I’m sorry.
“The past can change, right? I’m sorry.
The heart was raised in a moment, and I seriously said:
“Will you promise me that no matter what happens that day after the exams, don’t leave the house and talk to me like this? I’m sorry.
As soon as the young man turned, he became fearless:
“Don’t worry, I’m the one who’s dying. I’m sorry.
“Bow-Bow-Bow.” I’m sorry.
Knocking outside the door.
I opened the door, it was years ago.
“Nam, my mother made soup at noon. Let’s have a drink. I’m sorry.
I read the convenience sticker on the eyebox: “Okay. I’m sorry.
On the way, Zhao looked at me with some confusion, with some hesitation.
“What’s wrong?”
I asked.
“Nam, was I really third in the race? I’m sorry.
I didn’t stop. I laughed.
“What does that mean?”
“No, it’s just that I’ve been having a dream, and I’m not the third one in the dream, I’m the other girl, and the second one is a boy with a face, and it looks like…”
Zhao wrinkled his frown: “It’s like Hebei’s late.” I’m sorry.
Boom!
The brain stopped at once, and I stood there.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
Zhao was worried.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry.
A bad hunch came.
Why? Why does Zhao dream of the unchanging past?
Change your shoes.
Aunt Lin came over.
“Come on, you two, the soup’s coming up. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I laughed and said, “Why did Zhao dream of the unchanging past?”
And the late sentence in Xuebei:
“The past can change, right? I’m sorry.
When I changed my shoes and was ready to go in, Zhao pulled me.
“and Nanjo,” she looks a little uncertain. “Did you be there when Hebei died? I’m sorry.
I shook my head, “How can it be?” I’m sorry.
“But in my dream, you were the last person to see Xuebei before he fell.” I’m sorry.
“You son of a bitch! What are you talking about?
“You do these weird dreams every day, and you’re confused with reality! I’m sorry.
Aunt Lin blamed her for beating Zhao’s head with chopsticks.
“The kid in Hebei is a jumper. What do you think of Namchi? In the deep sea?”
Aunt Lin’s chirping tone made me panic.
I grabbed her wrist, and I couldn’t stop shivering.
“Yes, Zhou Ping, a friend of his adopted father who escaped from prison and kidnapped his mother to make the boy jump. I’m sorry.
Aunt Lin shakes her head and regrets.
“The mother and the son are poor, and if the child hadn’t helped the police catch Zhou Ping, it might not have happened, ironically, on Christmas Eve. I’m sorry.
Zhou Ping! “So Zhou Ping was arrested? I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
Aunt Lin lamented: “Thanks to the kid who jumped on it. I’m sorry.
“So the real date of Xuebei’s death is not after the exams, but Christmas Eve! I’m sorry.
“That’s right, what’s after the exams. I’m sorry.
I can’t hear what they say after.
“Hey, Nanjo! Aunt Lin looked at me with confusion.
I can’t explain.
I keep repeating that from Aunt Lin.
He’s jumping the sea.
Hsube is late for the sea.
So hero rescue doesn’t exist!
No, there is.
It’s just that it’s unaltered.
He didn’t catch Zhou Ping in time.
That’s why Zhou Ping did it later.
In the changed space of time, the real cause of death in Xu north was Zhouping ‘ s escape from prison.
Jump!
And We opened the door of the house in panic.
The last sentence of the Hong Kong delay is:
“I’m sorry, Nanjo. I may have understood your father’s approach. I’m sorry.
There are things, even if the results are known, that must come to terms.
“No, no, no, no!
I’ve been freaking out for a while, and I put it on a sticker and I wrote it.
Hebei is late!
“It’s you he wants to kill! I’m sorry.
But it turns to the question of who is entitled to prevent him from protecting those he wants to protect.
It’s my fault.
I was so greedy I wanted to see Dad last.
It was I who asked him to help.
I fell down on my knees, desperately looking at the messy notes.
Suddenly.
A small and small line of fine-looking fonts appears at the bottom of the corner.
“Shobe is not home.
“Who are you?”
Song Nam-chul!
It’s like I caught a life-saving straw.
I’m so familiar with this. I can’t help crying.
“Song Nam-chul! You’re 17, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
“We know each other?”
A moment of tremors across the street, with a cautious tone.
“Go, go, go, go to the police. The end of the bridge will kill you. I’m sorry.
But, the girl’s voice is hesitating, “Why should I believe you? I’m sorry.
‘Cause I’m you! I am the future of you in 2022! I’m sorry.
When I wrote this sentence, it changed.
Everything’s getting old.
When I opened my eyes again, a word was coming out of the convenient post.
It’s the one I just wrote down.
‘Cause I’m you! I am the future of you in 2022! I’m sorry.
At the foot, Song Nam Zhen, 17 years old, is ready to give Zhu Qing’s peace fruits.
And I almost seized the door.
Although I don’t know why I’m suddenly going through Song Nam-chul’s body.
But I understand that this is going to be the only time, and that changing Xue North is also an opportunity to change my future.
The city bridge, the city bridge…
There’s a wind in my ear and there’s only four words left in my mind.
When I arrived, I was a little late, and the young man fell.
The moment he looked at me, he laughed and moved his lips.
I saw the mouth.
Aunt durian.
I called the police and stopped Mom from jumping.
When Zhou Ping was arrested, he laughed in vain.
In the ear, it’s Mom’s crying tore her heart apart.
I look black.
Is it over?
Wake up again.
This is a familiar scene.
I was paralyzed, so nothing changed?
No matter what happens.
The results of the past will not change either.
Right?
It’s like nature is responding.
There was a wind blowing out the window and the convenience sticker on the fridge was blown to various parts of the house.
On the couch, under the table, in the kitchen…
End of year.
I was pushed by my mom to go home and have a date.
“Your Aunt Wang found you a date on the matchmaking web two days ago. I’m sorry.
I packed my bags and I resisted:
“Mom, I’m not going back! I’m sorry.
“No,” Mom said, “You have to go. Time’s set. You’ll be back at 6:00. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but hang up the phone.
It’s the little fridge on the side of the wall.
I couldn’t help it. I walked past.
The one that had been blown off by the wind, one of which was blown under the fridge, showed only a small tip.
I’m bending down, ready to pick it up.
But it just reached out and touched a hard iron box.
♪ I can’t ♪ Strange.
Not before.
I can’t help it.
Inside it is a paper envelope, clear yellow, simple type of paper.
I breathed more than I knew, and my fingers shivered.
Teenage familiar handwriting is shown in the curtains.
Twenty-two-year-old Song Nam-chul:
Hello.
I’m 17 years old.
What do you want to write?
Write something on this letter that may never be discovered.
Write something.
I can’t say that in person.
Just stay here.
Song Nam-chul.
Actually, long before you heard my name.
I like you.
When I first came to the city, the school wandered between three and seven.
The first time I saw you was in the early third grade, in the seventh middle of the experiment building, in the stairs north of the second floor.
At that time, you were wearing a school bag, tied to a normal pony tail, washed down from upstairs and hit your head in my arms.
Maybe it was just an accident for you.
One word of “sorry” can turn the page.
But for me.
But the only reason I stayed in seven.
And then I found out that you were on the Sanctuary, and that was just an accident for your cousin.
Honestly.
I wasn’t asleep for two nights.
I even tried to beat your cousin up.
But two days later.
I still like you.
I saw the words you left on the wall of the bar, please get first in the competition.
I don’t know why you’re going first, but I’m still whispering.
I’ll get it.
I started playing in junior high and I understood the subject.
So I found some, slipped into your belly.
At first I thought you liked to eat Uncle’s pancakes.
So I bought some too.
Pancakes are broken and hard. I thought you had a unique taste.
I didn’t know until later.
Uncle is your dad.
Sorry about the uncle.
I can tell, even if I don’t, that’s the day of my life.
So when I went to buy pancakes, he shot me on the shoulder for the first time, and he said it with the threat of disguise.
“If you say that in front of my daughter, I’ll leave her alone! I’m sorry.
I’m still not sure about the day of the exam.
It’s all about what you said to me.
I gave up the exam.
But I’m sorry.
Still couldn’t change the ending.
You’re the 22-year-old who stabbed you through this thing.
I’m still embarrassed.
You said I’d chase you now.
You said yes.
I enjoyed it like a kid, and my friends asked me if I was winning.
I’ll take him back.
It’s better than the prize.
So I think from time to time.
If my foster father was not a murderer, if my mother and I didn’t have to live a life of fear.
I’m not gonna be able to stay here.
Like many 17-year-olds.
On the day of graduation.
The bouquet confessed to you when you were 17.
Song Nam Yi.
You’re 22 years old.
Don’t move and cry.
I’m not in this world anyway.
The past is the past.
Not to change, not to you.
If you see this letter.
It means that this is the best arrangement in heaven.
This little fridge gives us different memories.
Today.
And leave this letter with you, 22 years old.
I’m satisfied.
Fortunately.
I don’t know.
Song Nam Yi.
I like you.
I love you. I love you.
I read the letter and wept long ago.
A blind date is for an old man of around 30.
Looks like it’s nice.
Unfortunately, it was second marriage.
And a baby.
I couldn’t stand to go to the bathroom when I ordered dinner.
“Mrs. Chang, are you so afraid your daughter will not be married? We’re married! I’m sorry.
“What second marriage?”
Ma’s mahjong voice is loud.
“Your Aunt Wang said it was a handsome boy of your age. I’m sorry.
Nice guy?
I said:
“Mom! Which seat did Auntie Wang say? I’m sorry.
“034, yeah, you kid. I’m sorry.
“…”
I sat down as 043.
Sneaking through, the 043 seats actually sat on another woman.
I was embarrassed by my toes.
OKAY, OKAY.
I didn’t eat it myself.
“Hey, peeking at ghosts.”
A low-intensity voice came from above.
I looked back and ran into a man’s arms.
The familiar tone is ringing again, and the men are laughter and reaching out.
“Hello, I’m 22 years old Hiraki, and I’m yours…
“The blinding object. I’m sorry.
Deep in my mind, memories were picked up.
“Twenty-two-year-old Song Nam-chul has a boyfriend? I’m sorry.
“None. I’m sorry.
“Is there anyone you like? I’m sorry.
“No, it’s not.
“However, if Hebei, 22, were to appear here later,
“A like and a boyfriend, it should all be. I’m sorry.
Hsui-bei held me late, with the promise of a 17-year-old.
“Son Nam Zheng,
“That’s a deal. I’m sorry.
I held him back and my nose was sour.
“Category. I’m sorry.
[Original: English] _
Little theater.
And in the morning, I kicked and held on me like a sloth.
The question is, “Didn’t you jump out of the sea when I was there?” I’m sorry.
The man pinched my nose.
“You forgot you called the cops? I was saved long after Zhou Ping was arrested. I’m sorry.
“…”
I forgot.
I looked at him with displeasure: “Why didn’t you come after me?” I’m sorry.
And Shubei smiled, “I fear that it will erase your existence.
“Twenty-two years old Aunt Dren? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Crunch, onions.” I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
