“Don’t move. “Do you know the boy’s throat?
Can’t you move the knot?”
“What happens when you move? I’m sorry.
He leaned over and kissed me so I could hold his back and breathe, so he said, “Yes, I will.”
Being like this. I’m sorry.
One.
I hate the rest of the morning at first.
Because he’s my stepmother’s son.
My grandma doesn’t like my stepmother. She thinks she’s too pretty.
My grandmother told me in private that this woman wanted my father to raise her son.
Already.
I’ve been on guard for a long time, and I’ve been careful.
Wrong.
She’ll take me to buy clothes more expensive than to buy her son.
Her son wants to buy a book. She’ll buy me one too. Even though I don’t write biology, I don’t participate in information leagues.
That’s kind of a favor?
Or what, a sugar jacket?
Let me get this straight. I said, Auntie, don’t flatter me. Don’t flatter me.
For a long time, I don’t want a psychosis.
The smile on my stepmother’s face was frozen and my dad started scolding me.
He hasn’t yelled at me since I was a kid.
No one wants to talk to me.
I fell on the door.
It was winter. It was cold.
There’s a heater in the house. I came out without a velvet.
It’s freezing.
I wanted to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s house, and I couldn’t even get my phone.
I feel sorry for this time.
It’s really pathetic.
There’s people on the street, mothers and children holding hands, and couples eating.
Guangdong made it, and told the other side of the phone that he’d come back early to make a sugared veal.
As if they were surrounded, except Me.
I cried.
I’m crying so loud and embarrassing. I know, people look at me, but I really…
I can’t help it.
The lady in charge of the supermarket came out and asked me, “How are you, girl?” Why are you wearing so little?
Come on in. You want to get warm? I’m sorry.
This is the rest of the morning.
He said, “My sister is angry with her family. I’ll take her back. Thank you.
Ahh. I’m sorry.
He’s a good-looking guy. He’s got a good student.
“Hey, girl, how big is it?”
Don’t freeze yourself. I’m sorry.
I was angry.
What, one and both of them think I’m wrong?
Thanks to the boss’ wife, I pushed him away.
Huh? I’m sorry.
And We pushed him with a wrinkle, and he wrinkled, and said: Do not make a scene. The boss is in a bad mood.
Say it. It’s so cold out there, you look pale. I’m sorry.
It seemed like he had noticed the rest of the morning, and took off his feathers and put it on me.
I didn’t say no.
One because it’s cold and two because my dad fucking bought it for him.
Why not?
I’m going to wear it. He’ll have a cold and a fever in the morning.
If you think about it, I’m done. Put on my velvet and put on my hat, and you show up.
Two eyes.
I’m already taller in the girls. I’m half taller in the morning. His feathers.
Get me a dress that breaks loose.
I followed him slowly. I was nearing the gate.
It’s vibrating. I’ll get the phone out, he reaches out, I don’t give.
In front of him, I reached out to this wi-fi phone called “Enjoy”.
“Are you free next weekend? It’s my birthday. You coming?”
Girls sound sweet.
I’m more than her. “I’m sorry. I’m going on my birthday next weekend.
Got it. “The rest of the morning, frowned and frowned, came to take the phone.
I ran away from his hand and kept talking to the girl on the other side of the phone.
“Huh? Who am I? Who am I?
Who? I’m sorry.
“Ding Ding, stop it! “The rest of the morning was so angry, he grabbed my wrist and grabbed my phone.
Let’s go.
The moment he took it, I hung up.
He held the handler, he typed his finger very quickly, probably explaining it to the other side.
After a minute, he looked up at me like a piece of junk.
Then he left without me.
I’m not cold, I’m happy.
The joy of the revenge.
My dad’s right. I’m an impertinent man.
So what? I’m happy enough.
Two.
When did I realize I liked the rest of the morning? It’s too early for me to remember.
We’re on the debate team because we’re in the same class.
Same team.
The rest of the morning looks good, speak Sven, fight and make the judges’ first impression.
I’m the one who talks fast, likes to talk, likes to argue, likes to fight free.
Hit each other.
Our school debate team was basically a one-way trip, because there was never one.
You can enter the provincial race.
But this time, we won.
I won the trophies for the rest of the morning. I got the best trophies.
The teacher called the photographer to take pictures of our team, and I laughed with the trophy.
Then I got a picture of my teacher, and I smiled, Yu.
And the morning stood beside me, and his lips turned a little, and he was clear.
I was wearing a short skirt, and he was wearing long pants, black and white.
The closest to a couple dress.
And then we didn’t take a picture like this.
But that’s all there is to it. At the festivities, the teacher said, “Hey, Ding Ding, why are you so mean?”
Here’s to you.
I was so proud that she raised her cup to the rest of the morning.
And then he said, “But you have to learn the rest of the morning.
You’ve got to be nice or nice or the judges don’t like it. I’m sorry.
I said, “Yes, sir. I have to learn the rest of the morning. I have to learn everything.
Earth science. I’m sorry.
I’m actually being weird.
Because my dad used to exaggerate at home.
Of course, the teacher won’t hear it, but the rest of the morning will.
He looked at me with no face.
As always, I’m lazy.
Somehow, I don’t feel like it.
I didn’t have enough fun until the party ended and went to KTV.
How many times did you tell me that Ting was out of effort?
Don’t you talk?
I laughed, went to grab the wheat and sang “The Good News.” I don’t think we’ve seen girls sing this song.
My dad loves to sing, he’s got a lot of money. I was home when I was a kid, he took me too.
Take it.
It’s gonna make me feel better.
I sang so high, I cried out the rest of the morning.
I didn’t stop, but the microphone didn’t take the time to ask him, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
He said, “Your father sent an emergency. I’m sorry.
The music was loud in the booth, he was close to me, and everything he said was on the microphone.
I don’t know who turned the song into a silence, and the teacher said, “Oh, is that so?
Just go back. I’m sorry.
I was so busy touching my phone, I didn’t feel it. I stuck it in my jacket pocket, and…
My jacket’s on the other side of the couch.
I saw five uncalled calls on my phone screen, one for my dad, one for my stepmother.
The other three are my grandmother’s.
I’ll pull the wheat down, pull the coat and go.
It’s too late to wear.
I’m sulking and running and calling. Hit who, no idea.
“You don’t have eyes? I’m sorry.
And there was an apology for me from behind: “Sorry, she was not meant to be.” I’m sorry.
It’s the rest of the morning.
He chased out.
“Do you know where it is? I’m sorry.
I don’t know. The phone’s not working.
I stopped and grabbed his sleeve and said, “You know which hospital it is.
Right? I’m sorry.
He looked at me and pulled his sleeve out of my hand, “I cried out,
Here we go. I’m sorry.
When I stopped at the hospital, my legs were soft.
It’s just panicking and sweating in the back.
I wonder what happened to my dad every step.
I thought of the only reason I came to the hospital for emergency care.
At that time, I sent my mom away. There’s a lot of people here in emergency care, people’s visions, stretchers, white chums, pins, reds.
The crucifix, this thing zooms in my face.
By the time I got to the door of the operating room, I suddenly couldn’t stand up and started to breathe with the wall.
The stepmother is here, hold me right now.
“What’s wrong with my dad?” I said.
She opened her sweaty hair on my forehead and asked me to sit down on my chair and said, “The stomach is out.
Blood, he deserves too much, too much wine. Don’t be afraid, it’s no big deal. I’m sorry.
I sat down in a plastic chair, and I was relieved.
Suddenly a glass of warm water appeared in front of us, and the fingers of the glass were beautiful.
It’s the rest of the morning.
I stopped by and took a few drinks.
Warm water irons every corner of the body. I hold a plastic cup. I don’t want a word.
Say it.
I’m gonna beat my dad, fight him, and I’m never gonna be a good little cotton.
Until now I know how afraid I am of losing him.
And I’m the one who can make me feel safe when I’m so confused.
It’s always the late mother and the rest of the morning. I closed my eyes and said thank you.
3
My dad needs to be hospitalized after surgery.
Aunty, hey, forget it.
Auntie packed her clothes and went to bed with her.
She took care of my dad so hard, I thought, even if it was for money, she did.
It’s worth taking care of.
My attitude towards my aunt and the rest of the morning has changed.
It’s normal to spend time with elders and classmates.
My dad and aunt are in the hospital, and I’m the only one left.
My dad paid for each of us so we could fix our own night and breakfast.
I don’t usually go out to eat because I have a bad stomach and I’m afraid I’m not clean.
So I took the money and I didn’t know what to eat.
The rest of the morning is not as cheesy as I am.
I followed him for food. He wouldn’t bother me.
Call.
Seven to eight went into an alley where the black light went blind. He’s got a long high leg, he’s going in, he’s losing sight in the dark.
I hesitated and then he stopped.
It’s like playing with a phone, a light on the screen.
I bit my teeth. I followed.
There’s a yellow chicken in the alley, business is unexpectedly good and the cabins are full.
The boss has set up a folding table outside and brought up two bowls of yellow chicken.
It’s a little windy out there, but it’s really smelly.
I’ve added fans and mouths, and I’ve filled the soup, not too good.
We didn’t talk.
I don’t talk mostly, eating and talking.
The reason for not talking in the morning?
He seems to be bothering me.
Ting, be confident and take it away.
I said to myself.
I’ve had so much fun with myself. The rest of the morning, I looked at me, put chopsticks on, went to pay.
I’ve got ears all over my head, and I hear the numbers from the merchants. It’s our food.
Money.
“Thank you. I said:
“You’re welcome. He says:
And then the silence.
All right, without my dad and the fucking joke, it’s the first time I feel like I’ve had so much at night.
Hard.
The first day passed and the next day aunt went home.
Come and get something, by the way.
We don’t live in a school, it’s an old school. There’s not enough dorms.
The pups go on reading and leave their hot beds for seniors.
My dad used to pick me up at night. He was afraid I wasn’t safe.
Later in the morning, he was taken home together.
But now he’s lying in the hospital drinking porridge.
Take me with you.
I was reluctant to say I could go to school with my best friend. But I saw the rest of the morning frown.
Good.
He doesn’t like it. Then I have to go to school with him.
So, I opened my mouth before the rest of the morning.
Okay. I’m sorry.
The rest of the morning looked at me like hell.
Because I never called his brother before.
“What do you want? After Auntie left, he asked.
“I’m afraid to die. I’ll be on the road at 10:00.
What about Zen?
He looked at me again.
I said, “Whatever you want to say, say it.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Does not the hooligans choose? I’m sorry.
And I reacted, and immediately: “Go away!” I’m sorry.
And he went forth from the good.
I stood there and looked at him as if he was in a school uniform, like a sail. That’s embarrassing.
At this moment, I suddenly realized that he was a living 17 who could joke.
Young man, it’s not the quiet and impeccable “next-mother” at home.
Son.”
And that’s the moment I started to look at him in the same way as my peers.
4
In a few days, we’ll be in the next city.
The school values it and feels that it must be properly developed for the first time.
So there’s another intensive training.
It was cold break. We trained during the day and went home at night.
People on the debate team are very interesting. I’m just having a bowling cup and they stink.
Poverty.
We’re called Liu Ying. He’s a gamer. He’s a gamer.
We’re going for a ride in the family car.
It looks like a heartless, lungsless sports committee.
It’s fine. It’s more poison than anyone. I used to say that he’d be weird.
Look at me, look at the rest of the morning. And then smile and say nothing.
Seven or eight days of training, I’m with them. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
Son.
And I doubt at once: “What is it that you do with your eyes? I’m sorry.
“Look what you’re saying.
Something. There are places where girls can’t go.
To protect you. I’m sorry.
That’s what I thought they were going to do.
Yumu can go, and Hsu can go.
But if you want to take the rest of the morning, bring me along.
And then half an hour later, we sat on the outskirts of town fishing.
I don’t know.
I didn’t think the place where I needed to be safe was a fish pond.
He said, “What’s wrong? You said you could not swim. I’m sorry.
I can’t swim and I’m not good at fishing.
I haven’t been fishing for half an hour. I’ve been talking to Liu Wing 20 times.
I’m tired of you saying, “Please don’t turn your head to the right.
Let’s go check on the handsome guy on the left and talk to him.
What is it, understand? His voice was loud, and he heard the rest of the morning and the Quran clearly.
The rest of the morning is still the presence of the old gods.
He smiles and laughs and looks at me.
And the end of the sentence was: “Come on, cut it out, let’s play cards. I’m sorry.
I’m a pair of Yumu, and Xu and the rest of the morning are ours.
I don’t count cards. I always make mistakes and get blown up.
The rest of the morning is good, like I’m the other extreme, the best.
Liu Ying shouted he couldn’t team up with me and lost everything.
I hammered him and said, “You didn’t have to have that mouth when you were on your team.
Face! I’m sorry.
It’s called a quick run for sex.
“Let’s dice, who’s smaller and who’s teaming up. I’m sorry.
And then the rest of the morning stood up and sat next to me, “I’ll do it. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised.
He looked at me, shuffled cards, and said, “Good luck is bad luck, maybe.”
You’re in transit. I’m sorry.
And then I broke his luck. I’m sorry he didn’t say anything after I lost.
“Shall we have dinner before we play?” I’m sorry.
He washed the cards firmly and said, “No, one more game, I’ll take you to win.” I’m sorry.
5
We’re in the middle of a race.
Of course, it’s not the sand.
Liu Sheng got the best defense, I got the trophies.
When he left the stage, the teacher had a heart attack: “Why don’t you talk about it?” He said…
It’s not your style.
It’s just a mess! I’m sorry.
I looked at him so innocently, “But you didn’t tell me to learn the morning.
Yeah? I’m sorry.
The rest of the morning smiled and went.
The only thing unhappy is the teacher.
We’ve all been thinking about it.
I’m thinking about it. My dad said on the phone that he’d be out the day after tomorrow.
We’ll never have to eat on the sidewalk again. My joy! It’s back!
We’ll split when we get high.
I was dragging my suitcase behind the rest of the morning.
We had a little chat on the way, but when we got to the front door, he was amazing.
Suddenly it’s wrong.
I look forward. It’s nothing but a drunk.
That’s what I’m talking about. The drunks came over to us.
I was surprised.
I was behind him the rest of the morning.
“How did you find this place?” I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪ You two know each other.
The drunkes opened his eyelids and he laughed twice.
And this smile showed him that his five officers were somewhat similar to the rest of the morning.
“Where you live with your mother, I come?” He said.
“How did you find this place?” “This is your classmate.” You two have a suitcase.
And? What are you doing?”
He’s talking to me, he’s drunk, I’m unconscious.
The man smiled and reached out to me, “Oh, you’ve had the rest of the morning talk…”
He’s not finished yet. The rest of the morning he unloaded his suitcase and opened him up.
“I warned you not to come to us. I’m sorry.
And the man retreated, and he grabbed his collar in the morning, and said, “I said it.
How many times have you come to us? I’m sorry.
I’m standing right where I can’t help myself.
A man looked at me, and he said something.
Plum.
If it’s true, it’s not funny.
Uncle immediately walked over and snuck out of his waist with a truncheon.
“What are you two doing? I’m sorry.
The rest of the morning don’t talk.
We said, “There is nothing, Uncle. They know and know.” I’m sorry.
I guess that guy was the late morning dad. I looked away in the morning.
Her eyes are broken and she can see through the light.
At the moment when he turned around, the man suddenly got up from the lamppost.
He was hit with a bottle of glass.
I didn’t have time to react. I was unconscious.
He was pushed by me.
Then the bottle slammed on my shoulder.
Shit.
It really hurts.
Do I have a fracture?
Security has him now. Another guard is coming out of duty. He’s on his way.
110.
“Are you all right? I’m sorry.
I did it and I said, “I’m fine. I’m sorry.
It’s actually very important.
Seeing me for a little while in the morning, it’s like assessing whether I’m telling the truth or not.
The street light casts a light in the next circle, and clears the line on his side.
Deep eyes, long eyelashes, strong noses, lips.
It’s like the pen paints a smooth view, every inch of it.
I can’t see. I forgot to notice the severe pain on my shoulder.
The rest of the morning was frowned and suddenly the cell phone was removed and transferred to the telephone interface, where the number was pressed.
1,10.
I held him unconsciously, my fingers touched, and I flew off.
Finger thumbs, but the touch just now is still hanging.
He’s holding his fingers up and he looks at me.
I cleared my voice and was preparing for the language of the organization.
I used to be against Yuen, but I had to admit, he was a moral person.
Strong people.
I know, whoever hit the bottle just now, if it does,
He’ll call the police.
But are you sending his father to the police station? He looks tough, but isn’t he really tired and disappointed?
I looked at him and whispered, “I’m fine, and if we call the police, I’m sure.”
We have to call the guardian. I’m sorry.
I guess he probably didn’t want her to know about it.
Or I wouldn’t have been so angry to ask, “How did you find this place?”
He was silent for a while.
The lamp pulled his figure all alone.
He finally said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I looked up at him and whispered, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.
The security guards took control of Dad. They threatened to call the police.
He fell down and said to the guard, “I came to see my son. That was a joke. I’m sorry.
And he turned his head and shouted, “Yes, son!” I’m sorry.
And he looked at him the rest of the morning without a single look, and said: I will call the police. I’m sorry.
The man rubbed his hand and said, “No more, no more.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t talk to him in the morning, picked up my suitcase, dragged one to the block.
Okay. I stunned, and I followed him with my bare hands.
It’s a bad deal.
As a result, treatment is better afterwards.
Despite my father’s release, the doctor advised me to stop working and rest.
So I went to school the rest of the morning.
Unlike before, he was forced to accept me as an ass.
The door will wait for me.
Out of the neighborhood, he suggested I take the bag off.
He’s back.
When I was in elementary school, my mom gave me a backpack, and then she left.
Be my grandmother.
And then it was me.
I hesitated to hand him the bag, and he threw it on his shoulder.
And he carried each of them in the shape of a school bag, and I could not laugh, even though it was funny.
And then my dad was like, “You’re so small, you know what to say.
Yeah? I’m sorry.
I want to say, I understand. For example, at that moment, the lights turned green, the cars and the people moved forward, and I made a ghost.
Stand still.
He’s walking around with a blue and white school uniform on his left shoulder.
Pink bag.
Looking back a few years later, through the traffic at the crossroads, young girls look to young people, no one.
The sight of knowledge is the beginning of love.
It’s just that I didn’t know at the time that this was a stop, this was a stop.
Look, exactly what it means.
7
My relationship with the rest of the morning subsided. My dad was happy, and my aunt was happy, but maybe I was out.
There seems to be a little more anxiety than the sensitivity and joy of women.
I pretended I didn’t know, and I tried to chill out the rest of the morning.
Grandma called me to dinner on Saturday, and added another sentence, or she called the rest of the morning.
I moved my phone and asked the rest of the morning, “My grandma wants you to eat, do you?” I’m sorry.
Then the morning came, and said, “Go, for the first time, she called me, and must go.” I’m sorry.
Auntie wants to stop.
I went to my room, I went downstairs to get a glass, and I heard my aunt say to my dad, “Mom, really.
Why don’t you ask them for dinner? My dad’s watching the morning news.
Huh? I’m sorry.
“No, it’s not. It’s just that Mom didn’t cry out in the morning.
Just. I’m sorry.
My dad had tea and he laughed, “She looked after her face.” I’m sorry.
Aunt doesn’t talk anymore.
I’m standing on the stairs and I don’t want a glass. Turn around.
Seeing the rest of the morning coming out of the room and looking at me strangely.
“What are you looking at? I’m sorry.
“It’s so hot in the morning. I’m sorry.
I said, “Be angry when I see you!” I’m sorry.
He was scared, and it seemed like he was standing up.
I don’t care about him, go back to my room.
…there’s no water in the room.
I’m thirsty!
My grandmother was more than just looking after the rest of the morning. She knew it was hard for her aunt to take care of my dad, but she couldn’t pull her face off to be nice to her.
Her attitude was expressed by crying for food in the morning.
My grandma’s cooking is so good, but she’s not feeling well in recent years.
Sometimes hands don’t listen, they shake.
I bite a pig’s hoof and I get up and drink water.
Grandma rubbed an apron and said, “Is there too much salt?” I’m getting old.
It’s all over. I’m sorry.
We said, “No, I came here without water, thirsty.” I’m sorry.
And the rest of the morning he put the remaining pigs’ feet in his bowl, and said: Not salty, but good. I’m sorry.
Grandma laughed so much.
I glanced at him.
The rest of the morning was not only a good grandson but also a good brother.
It’s really salty, but he picked it up and I didn’t have to take it.
When we went downstairs, I looked back and I saw Grandma in the window on the balcony.
It’s a gift.
In the high-rise, in the big window, there’s only one little girl.
I waved and jumped, and she smiled. “Go, be careful on the way.” She cried.
We turned around and couldn’t see the balcony.
I don’t know if she’s back in her room, or if she’s still standing there watching me go.
Guys.
I’m just a little depressed, and I feel like I’m going too fast, and I’m groaning about old and lonely.
Everyone can’t escape their destiny.
I look back and wait for me the rest of the morning.
I didn’t notice.
I’m gonna pop, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He suddenly reached out and rubbed me.
I feel like it’s not just my hair, it’s not just my hair.
The mood.
I grabbed the tape from the bag, and suddenly I couldn’t speak.
Not long ago, it was his morning birthday, and my dad gave him a mountain bike.
I went when I bought a car. My dad asked me if I wanted to buy one for my birthday.
A car.
I said, “What is your daughter so lazy that you don’t know?” “Can we have a seat in the back?” I’m sorry.
I’m surprised to see him.
My dad looked at him and he looked at me again.
I’m feeling my fingers.
And when there was nothing between me and the rest of the morning, then my heart was in vain.
My father looked at me with a little nervous eyes, and he said, “Okay.
I don’t have to take you. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, you’re home every day.”
Have some congee and stomach. I’m sorry.
Let’s go to the parking lot.
I look like I’m joking and I say, “You’re not afraid of me and the rest of the morning? I’m sorry.
My dad thought it was so funny, he laughed at the sound-control lights in the parking lot.
“You two are brothers and sisters,” he said, “It’s the rest of the morning.” I’m sorry.
The rest of the morning was “um.”
And in the dim light We looked him up, but We could not see him.
We’re brothers and sisters. But are we only brothers and sisters?
The rest of the morning started driving me to school.
There’s no such thing as an idol. A girl with a young man’s waist and a white dress is blown up.
A radical kind of picture.
First, I can’t hold on to the morning, second I can only wear uniforms.
Besides, in order to avoid it, when I’m a distance from school, I jump.
Car, separate from him to school.
When I first did this, the rest of the morning asked me, “Are you tired? I’m sorry.
I’m not tired. I’m sorry.
He shakes his head and rides forward.
I’ve been watching him in his school uniform for a long time.
You don’t have a ghost in your heart, you can swing.
But I have ghosts in my heart, and you know nothing.
8
I reported three thousand feet at the fall sports.
It was forced. Because of the small number of girls in the class, the medical committee forced everyone to report a project, and I went to work.
The room is ready for work and only one 3,000 km will be available to sign up.
I asked the medical board if I wanted to die on the runway.
The committee’s about to cry, so a big, big man is standing right in front of me.
Before, he said, “I’m really sorry, but I’ll open the water for you next semester. I’m sorry.
Well, suddenly there’s nothing left to do.
I’m running 3,000, basically running backwards.
But after you actually ran away, you wouldn’t be satisfied with the last one.
After all, there are so many people calling your name.
After all, in the same area, the boy you fell in love with was jumping up.
I put up a little bit of energy. Three guys in a row.
The committee started calling out my name with those girls crazy.
It’s better than calling for a mother.
I thought I’d stop yelling.
By the time the 7th or the 8th, I had lost my sight.
“How many laps am I?” I’m sorry.
He looked at me with sympathy: “Five laps.” Help!
And then my footsteps slowed down completely.
There’s someone in the inner circle, running next to me, “Ding Ding, okay? I’m sorry.
I’ll take a look, Haku.
“Not yet. I’ll answer.
He laughed and said, “Take it easy, I’ll walk with you.” I’m sorry.
I’m about to be laughed at by him, and I’m getting a little faster.
It’s the end of the line. I’ve got a fire on my chest. I’ve been paralyzed.
It’s useless.
Xu Qi will carry me up and I will open his hand.
He looked at me for a while, and he looked in the eye, and he turned and left.
Oh, the rest of the morning.
The rest of the morning seemed like I was running 3,000.
Right? Shall I take you to the infirmary? I’m sorry.
He laughed, “Yeah, let the morning take you to the infirmary.” I’m sorry.
I kicked him with my feet.
And heard the rest of the morning, and behold, by surprise, a glimpse of the sheath. And then he reached out to me, “Go? I’m sorry.
He smiled at me like he could eat me.
It’s a good thing the committee came down from the stand without looking at Shizu and the rest of the morning.
Take my protest and pull me out.
“I got a pulse for you. I’m sorry.
I was almost caught under his arm and dragged away.
It’s a good thing that you don’t have to pay attention to Xu’s intentions, and the rest of the morning is in the air.
That hand.
Soon we’ll have a new generation.
The student council president’s candidate was chosen by the teachers.
Morning.
I like people differently than many girls.
Whether we end up together or not, I hope he remembers me as an eye.
It’s, radiant.
Or nothing.
I’m just fine.
That’s why I was a little upset when the vote was not out.
I really want to win. It’s kind of sick.
Seven members of the ministerial corps voted for me, four for the rest of the morning.
I swayed my legs in the back seat of my bike, pretending to say to the rest of the morning,
I’m sorry, it’s more than you. I’m sorry.
And he laughed, and said, “I cast the vote. I’m sorry.
I grabbed his clothes because I was so shocked. I’m sorry.
He brakes, turns his head and laughs, “Don’t you want to be president?” I’m sorry.
Yes, but it’s for you.
It was Friday, and the sunset was set and the light of the sun was on his side.
There’s cars whistling around, and there’s the smell of fried chicken and ice cream.
I suddenly didn’t know what to say and my face was burned by the sun.
“Thank you.” I said.
“The small thing. He continued to ride, and the school uniform was turned into a sail.
In the sun, his head looks hairy.
Nice touch.
I reached out my finger, touched his hair gently and quickly collected it. I looked around like a thief and was caught by a baby boy who ate a cone.
She blinked at me.
My face suddenly gets hotter.
9
After entering the third grade, the time went fast, as if the days were one and one.
It’s all about learning, and it’s a mountain, and the pen core can be finished in three days.
Sometimes I look through the window and I think about what happened to the girl at the sunset.
Seems like a long time ago.
We’re three years old, we’re in school, we push too hard every second.
I’ve had less contact with the rest of the morning.
Wait, it’s hard to see.
But this is the day when I remember every crack and call me
Think about it. Call me “Turn Back.”
He brought me a box of Brovens while I was in pain.
He asked me what I was going to fill first.
What are these?
Is it proof of love? There’s always something bright and sweet in time, like a glass of sweetness, and you hold it, and you feel too good, but when you hold it tight, you get stuck in blood.
In the days when mathematics is flooded, in the mornings, in the 11th, those parables grow like weeds, flooding every inch of my concentration away from God.
I’ve got morning allergies.
I always catch him in the first place when I’m running, when I’m at lunch, when I’m at the basketball court, when I’m at the office.
Even if it’s just a back of the head, it’s just a shadow that’s not clear, or the one that the teacher accidentally said, “Let’s take the country the rest of the morning.”
My ranking starts to fall down.
I don’t think so.
I wrote something for myself, and I wrote, “Ding Ding, you’re going to be free in three months. When you get to college, you can do whatever you want, whatever you want, but not now. Neither the rest of the morning nor love per se can be your stumbling block.
I’m finished, Spooky.
I bought a locked notebook, and I bought a locked box, and I put it in the notebook, and I put it in the box, and I put it on the top of the bookcase, and it was ash. And We solemnly took away an untimely secret love.
The results of the information league came out, and the rest of the morning was won by the nation.
What is the concept of Qinghua?
At the level of the rest of the morning, Qinghua’s profession is almost optional.
My father had to invite us to dinner, and I was dragged out of the mountain.
By the time I finished packing my bag and went to the door, the rest of the morning was already here.
When he saw me, he laughed: “I haven’t seen you for two weeks. Why are you so sad?
Huh? I’m sorry.
I’m actually happy to see him, but my mouth is like,
I can’t compare it. I’m just trying to get a hard-on. I’m sorry.
“You’re just trying to retake the book, so we’re in second grade. * He brought my book *
Bag, get in the back seat.
I sat in the co-pilot and fell asleep. By the time I woke up, the car was parked outside the hotel.
Okay.
It’s my favorite restaurant.
My father said, “Then go to Qinghua.” I’m sorry.
And the following morning he said, “If you can pass, surely you will.” My dad asked me, “Where’s Zilong?” I’m sorry.
“I am Coharbin Buddhist College. I’m sorry.
A pair of pear vortex smiled the rest of the morning.
Auntie said, “Don’t ask. The child knows what he is, don’t he?” I’m sorry.
I told her I was right, Aunty.
My dad closed up and kept me eating and drinking.
“You’ve lost weight. He says:
I wonder, “Really? I’m sorry.
Apparently fat, more than five pounds.
Too fat to kill.
The rest of the morning said, “Be fat, be fat, be happy, be like a carp-capping doll.” I’m sorry.
I pressed the chopsticks, and said, “You’re thin, you’re thin, you’re thin, you’re bowing, you come to the door.
I’ll stop by the mouth. I’m sorry.
He said naturally, “I can’t be a captain, I can hold a carp, just like you.”
Right. I’m sorry.
Auntie gave me a cold hand for a drink and the coconut milk spilled out. 10
The rest of the morning went to Qinghua and the profession was his choice.
I’ve gone to the top of my head to study in a paranoia.
The good thing is, we’re so close, the bus is only seven stops.
I opened up the 100-degree map and my dad said, “Yo, that’s good.
Take care. I’m sorry.
I laughed the rest of the morning, of course.
My dad’s happy, happy. Keep watching the news.
Auntie dragged the rest of the morning to the room and said something, I don’t know.
In three or four months after school, we’ve only met one bus stop.
Second.
It’s still an accident.
Xu Qi is pretty good at walking on Qinghua.
Soon after the FARDC training, he called me and Liu Ying to Qinghua.
In the four of us, the news was dinging, dinging, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
I didn’t say a word in the morning.
I don’t know what’s going on with him, but I’m sending him a letter. He came back after half a day and said, “I’m fine. Don’t think.
Don’t think.
I lost my reason to care for him and my excuse to look for him again.
Several times, I lighted up a dialogue with him, typed and deleted.
And then, when I was forced to open up his face, I just turned on his few friends.
Friends, and we’ve had a few conversations before.
I’m like a language reader and I’m going to try and reread those simple words over and over again.
Looking for hints that bear witness to my feelings.
But no.
Every word is normal, it’s normal conversation between students.
He loved my proofs that were in my memory, and suddenly he was lost.
Okay.
Does he love me?
Doesn’t he love me?
I feel like I’m on the floor, and I am on both sides.
But I suddenly thought, “He never said he liked you.”
It’s just your imagination. I was sitting there, and I thought,
Ah, he never said that.
But why am I stuck in my imagination and never come out?
I feel like I’m back in my senior year some night, worried about the downside, now.
Insomnia for a single arrow that could be broken at any moment.
I couldn’t sleep for days. I looked in the mirror on the day I agreed to meet.
And I see in the mirror two luminous, pale and weak.
And suddenly I was angry, and I was angry with myself for the rest of the morning.
Are you sick? He’s cold and you’re looking for him.
Sleep? Are you a bitch? * I pointed so hard at the man in the mirror *
You don’t love a dog’s tail! I’m sorry.
I’m done scolding.
I’m still pale in the mirror and I’ve changed my eyes.
Wasted.
I’ll wash my hair, blow my hair into a tumble, and come to the next bedroom.
Make-up little sister put on my makeup.
She looked at my closet and said, “How come you don’t even have a dress?
Yes? I’m sorry.
I was given a robe, which is said to be “unfortunate and unfavourable.” And when I look at myself in my whole mirror again, this man in the mirror is clearly me, from eyebrow to face, but he’s a lot more beautiful, as if I could be described as obnoxious with a obscenity.
I was colded by my own metaphors and my hair was raised.
And I bid farewell to my little sister, and she smiled, and said, “By success!” I’m sorry.
They know I have a man in Tsinghua, but they don’t know. We haven’t spoken in a long time.
Including that day when Liu Ying was in the group of Ait, he finally came online and said something.
I said, “Oh, I wasn’t at school that day. Sorry.
And I turned away from the obscurity of my sister’s eyes and laughed, and said, “Well, wish me success.” I’m sorry.
Eleven.
How do we succeed?
And when We had laughed and laughed all the way, and beholded the rest of the morning on the road outside the caviar, We knew that Our peace would collapse.
The one I left home after I had a fight with my father in the morning and was afraid I’d catch a cold and take it off for me.
He seems to have grown a little, his hair is a little short, he has a pack in his hand, and he has to walk. And Liumu said: Ah, isn’t that the morning? I’m sorry.
And as Xu Qui smiled, and looked at me, “Yes, isn’t that the morning?” I’m sorry.
And I looked at him in cold: “What then is my business?” I’m sorry.
He whispered, “Ding, don’t talk hard. I’m sorry.
Before I could speak, he called out the morning’s name.
The rest of the morning was frozen and turned around.
I see it.
He’s not only a little taller, he’s a little darker.
He saw us, there was an instant blank in his face.
Then he hesitated to walk towards us.
Didn’t you say something was not at school?
“It’s a temporary reschedule. I’m sorry.
And He laughed, and said, “You are not generous, nor are you told.” No, I don’t.
See who we are or what? I’m sorry.
When he talks, his eyes are on me. The rest of the morning, he looked at me and said, “No, it didn’t happen.
Got it. Have you eaten?”
Liu Moi said, “No, you’re going to the barbecue. Would you like to join us?” I’m sorry.
In this context, it would be inappropriate to refuse in the morning.
He obviously knew that and agreed.
We avoid the bikes we ride, and Liu Yuen says, “It’s better to go to college, later.”
Who dares to sit around in high school? I’m sorry.
I was stiff, and I looked away.
He’s got him.
Then he turned his eyes aside, if nothing happened.
He said, ‘Between the rest of the morning!’ I’m sorry.
He said the rest of the morning, but his eyes were on me.
And I said slowly: “Sho, you have no interest in it.” I’m sorry.
He laughed, “Ding, I said the rest of the morning, not you. You’re so protective.
Him?”
Liu Mei doesn’t know what’s going on, he comes to the roundabout.
Eat, don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t pay attention to him, I looked at Xu, and said, “Who are you talking about? You don’t know.
Yeah? I’m sorry.
He smiled with no smile in his eyes, and then he turned over and looked at the rest of the morning:
“Do you know?”
I’m totally upset. “I’m talking to you. What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
He looked me in the dark, and he said, “Then you’re always there.”
Him, why? I’m sorry.
Look at me, and look at Shell.
Then the rest of the morning began to talk, and he said, “You’ve seen me, I’m the driver.
Plum. There’s nothing to hide. We’re brothers and sisters. I’m sorry.
We’re brothers and sisters.
These words sound like a hammer, and they hum my head.
That’s exactly what he thinks. We’re brothers and sisters. We have natural relationships.
Xu Qian for a while, and then look at me, “Are you brothers and sisters? I’m sorry.
The rest of the morning saw me, and I couldn’t see him.
Look.
I finally got my voice back, and I said, “Yeah, when I was in elementary school,
There’s no mom. My dad and his mom have a new home. * We’re quiet. *
Liu Yiu broke the silence and said, “Hey, look at this mess. Don’t worry.
Go. He didn’t mean to poke you in pain. Come eat. I’m sorry.
Barbecue stinging, Liu Ying turning over with a clamp.
I ate the scented roast in silence and couldn’t swallow it.
We had a long conversation that day, just like every dinner we had before.
I’ve been doing a lot of damage to him.
We’ll split up and laugh.
But I know clearly that every word I say, every smile that comes out,
Is pretending.
Pretend I’m normal, pretend this party is like before.
But I’m bad, very bad.
And when the band broke up, Liu Yumu said: “Then I shall go with Ting. I’m sorry.
He said, “Okay, I’ll see you next time. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and said, “Bye. I’m sorry.
He’s a little guilty about what he’s trying to say.
I don’t want to say much, turn around and watch the morning and say, “Bye. This time, he didn’t get away from me, he had a soft look.
He said, “Bye, Timon. I’m sorry.
Bye, bye.
Bye, I like people.
Goodbye, my brother, the rest of the morning.
12
I haven’t talked to him in the morning, and he hasn’t come to see me.
Well, I mean, I mean, you’re a lot less than a handsome guy.
Aren’t you going to be a brother and a sister?
Who’s scared of who?
I spend a lot of time in the club hanging out with a bunch of guys and girls.
We’re having dinner together, and we’re all having a big drink.
It’s over and went to KTV’s.
Everybody get up and say you’re from the North.
I’m good at wine, but I can’t stand it. I was paralyzing, and I was unconscious on the couch.
I had a long dream, and it was broken.
I was in the back seat of the bike in the morning.
The sunset is beautiful, the ice cream smells good.
I don’t know where I got the courage to hold his waist.
He looked back at me and he said, “Ding, we’re brother and sister.”
I feel so bad I look up and lie down. The runway the day we ran 3,000 meters.
Go on.
The rest of the morning I reached out and I slowly put my hand on it and Xu was standing in front of me laughing.
Sing, say, Ting, I’ve seen it, but you can’t. You don’t know.
Do you?
I yelled at him to shut you up, and in front of him was Auntie.
Auntie said, “Hey, was it your grandma who called for breakfast?” Or did you do it?
Go out alone with him and lie to me?
I screamed and said I wasn’t lying. I knew we were brothers and sisters.
Why are you forcing me like that?
And then I was woken up. The colored light in the KTV is still shaking.
My ears hurt.
I barely saw a man standing in front of me, but then tears fell into my eyes.
I had to close my eyes again.
My head hurts and my stomach hurts.
Whoever took the paper to wipe my tears, I opened my eyes and saw the rest of the morning.
White pants, lips, no expression.
“Are I dreaming?” I said.
Fang said, “Don’t blame me. You looked like you were in shock.
Your phone, your address book. I’m sorry.
And the hours of the morning, when the lips were bent, and they dwindled.
“You probably want me dead.” I’m sorry.
“Come on, girl, this guy’s cute. Take the chance. I’m sorry.
“You shut up! This is my brother!” I yelled.
“Well, Fong shrugged his shoulders, slapping his shoulders for the rest of the morning.”
Good brother, forgive us, we’re drunk, we’re angry.
Not like that. I’m sorry.
Fang is going to sing, and I’m left with the rest of the morning. Silence, silence, silence.
Kind of embarrassing.
Especially when background music or sad songs.
I grabbed the backpack, I grabbed the wrists for the rest of the morning and walked out.
I threw his hand out the door.
It’s quieter in the hallway.
“You’re not going to say anything? I’m sorry.
We said, “What do you want to hear? I’m sorry.
I laughed the rest of the morning: “Whatever you want to say.” For example, why drink so much? Why?
It’s 1:00 a.m. outside.
The way it was me. I’m sorry.
He said the last few words, and I was buzzing.
“You shut up!” I said.
13
At this point, this place, there’s no pharmacy open.
My stomach hurts so bad, I lean around the side of the road. The rest of the morning, I had to say, “I’ll tell you.”
And when he saw me crouching, he cried, “A stomach ache? A stomach ache? Too much wine?”
I whispered, “Will you shut up?” I’m sorry.
He shut up.
I said, “Can you get out of here?” I’m sorry.
He said: I will not go away. I’m sorry.
Then he said, “Let me take you to the hospital. I’m sorry.
I remember what I saw in primary school in emergency, the Red Cross, the stretcher, the crying sickness.
Yeah, and the doctor’s sorry about the look.
And I began to suffer from severe pain in my stomach, and We said: “I will not go.” I’m sorry.
And then the rest of the morning he went down, and took the paper and rubbed the sweat on my forehead, and he said, “I cried.
Dit. I’m sorry.
I suddenly felt that this moment seemed familiar.
Occasionally, vehicles fly and draw a tailing on the quiet road.
Roadlights hit him on the cheek, placing his eyebrow in a deep stereo.
And none of his clear eyes except Me. I said, “Don’t be so nice to me in the morning, don’t make me misunderstood. I’m sorry.
He’s got a finger and he’s not talking right now.
Then a car came to the west and the rest of the morning was so relieved.
“Here, here!” I’m sorry.
He didn’t answer me until we got in the car.
My stomach is sore, my head is dizzy, my window is down to the bottom, and it’s a cold wind in Beijing.
Hit the cheek.
The driver looked at me in the mirror and said, “Did the girl drink?” I’m sorry.
I’m not talking. I’m not in the mood.
The rest of the morning said, “Yes. I’m sorry.
Master looked at us again and said, “Did the little couple fight?” I’m sorry.
I’m even more upset, and I’m not happy to say, “Not a couple, he’s my brother!” I’m sorry.
Master smiled, “Yo, did I miss?” Not at all. I’m sorry.
Five-lighted, ten-lighted view retreats in the window and pulls it into another light.
I closed my eyes and put everything in the dark.
When I fell asleep for not knowing how long, I suddenly heard the morning saying, “You didn’t see me go away.”
Eye. “What do you say? I’m sorry.
He said, “I like you, I say.” I’m sorry.
And I stomped, and I hit him with my bag, and I yelled, “Stop fucking with me!” I’m sorry.
He blocked my bag and held my hand and said, “Not in this place.
Square confession, but I think I really like you. I’m sorry.
I’m completely held up.
Master put a line in his mouth and said, “What do you mean, boy? It’s in me.
I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sorry.
That’s not funny, but I smiled, and I laughed, and I started scrambling.
Swallow.
“We haven’t spoken in months, not even friends. I don’t know why.
You’re cold, you don’t have a reason. You said we were brothers and sisters. Okay.
Your sister, “I slowly broke his finger, “Now, you come up and say you like it.
Why don’t you go to hell? I’m sorry.
And the rest of the morning he rolled down his throat, and said: I had not thought of it, and I was a mess. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “So now you’re thinking? I’m sorry.
He was quiet for a while, and he said, “I didn’t think about it, but I think it’s just today.
Besides, it’s a man’s word. I’m sorry.
“What’s going on today? He said, “When you were asleep, you cried out my name and cried. I’m sorry.
Master smiled, and twice.
I feel like I’m choking.
Holy shit.
And look at me in the morning, and the white feathers reveal a faint light like a white leaf in the dark sea.
The sail.
It’s a patient wait.
“You say you like me and you say yes? * I looked at him cold, *
It was impossible for us that day. Who are you?
Huh? I’m sorry.
Then he looked at me in the morning and whispered, “What shall I do?” I’m sorry.
14
I don’t care what you do.
He’s down, I’m down.
That’s not what I imagined.
It should have happened in a month at light and just climbed to the treetop, and the sky was still in the dark.
By the lake, or at the foot of the mountain. I dressed so beautifully, and I put on the beautiful makeup, and I told Yum I liked you.
He accepts it, and I am not the loser.
The most important thing is to be pretty.
Even if I don’t have all the elements in my head, there shouldn’t be a long time before I say it.
Heartbreaking encounters should not take place in taxis, let alone one.
A Beijing brother with ears to laugh.
This feeling sucks.
As soon as my whole body was about to explode, the rest of the morning suddenly cleared my voice.
I looked at him and found him a little nervous.
Then he said, “Change, please, don’t laugh.” I’m sorry.
“Hey, I love to see you boys fall in love.” Sure.
Okay, don’t worry, I won’t listen I’m sorry.
He pulls out his headphones to put them on.
The light appears and disappears, the light changes quickly and the remaining morning’s face is dark and dark.
Then he clears his voice and says, “I hate you, I think you’re a man.
It’s a major disease, and it’s still pompous. Hiss… don’t strangle me, let me finish. Then you took my place.
I didn’t cry after I blocked a bottle.
Okay. “I looked at his face and felt sore.
He didn’t notice my eyes, and he continued, “Then I thought you were cute.
And you’re smart and you look good. I kind of like you. I’m flattered.
Don’t move! I’m sorry.
He held my hand tight.
The palms are like feathers in my heart.
I suddenly couldn’t move.
He said, “But we’re brothers and sisters, and I don’t think we should like you. So I sent it.
When I like you now, the first reaction is no, not that. It hurts.
You, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Brother, brother and sister again.
His voice overlapped with my dreams and brought my heart to the bottom.
I broke his fingers and asked him, “Then you’re talking in your sleep now.
Yeah? I’m sorry.
His hand came after me with ten fingers.
The light that passes on his eyebrows occasionally.
My hands won’t play, my ears are red, but I pretend to be calm.
Hess said, “I feel now, go fuck my sister. Like is like,
I admit it. * I can’t help but laugh and laugh and my eyes are sore *
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.
Makes you unhappy. I feel bad seeing you. I’m sorry.
I hid from his hand and my tears fell on his back.
His hand stopped in the air. It was like a deer.
You hit me and you’ll be fine. I’m sorry.
I really gave him a few punches. I’m going to the hospital when he’s finished.
Oh, yeah.
The night is so charming that time and time stop at this moment.
I like people who hold me in their arms and look like treasures.
Bang, bang, bang.
Bang, bang, bang.
Whose heart beats so fast, who gently kisses me at the top.
And who is he who whispers in my ear, saying, ‘We are together.’ I’m sorry.
We’re together now.
When he didn’t have class, he took a 7-stop bus and came to me for dinner.
The winter in Beijing is beautiful and the blue sky is not a cloud. And I sat behind his bicycle, and I could finally hold his waist in the light of the earth.
I leaned my head on his back, and the breeze struck my cheek, and I occasionally snuggled.
It’s not a dream.
“Did you want to do this for a long time?” I’m sorry.
We said: Have you not? I’m sorry.
He said, “I am serious.” I’m sorry.
I strangled him.
He turned his back and said, “But if you call my brother, I won’t.
Meaning. I’m sorry.
We cried out, “Birth, they want a relative.” I’m sorry.
He whineed, brakeed.
The moon has just climbed to the tree, and the sky is still covered in blue.
The bike just stopped at the foot of the hill.
He took my hand and went forward, and I said, “Isn’t it not yet there yet?” I’m sorry.
“But my brother wants to kiss you.” I’m sorry.
My dad knows I have a boyfriend.
He’s got a girlfriend, too.
And they both said, “Bring home for the winter break, and give you four to eat.”
If they knew that four were actually two, they’d probably kick us out of the house.
Door.
So we agreed not to make it public.
At home on the cold, we have reached the extreme.
My dad whispered to me, “Isn’t it late morning to tear my face apart?”
I’m asking the mark.
Then he smiled and said, “It’s okay.”
He said, “What’s wrong with him?
It’s all about brother and sister. I’m sorry.
When I heard the word “brother and sister,” I thought the other day, “Fuck you.”
Sister. I’m sorry.
I was like, “Are we brothers and sisters?” Are we related? I’m sorry.
My father was more sure that I was tearing up with the rest of the morning, and he said, “Well, good, no blood.”
Yes, not brother or sister. Don’t get mad. It’s only been a few days since we got home. I looked at him and said, “Not brother and sister, you said it yourself. I’m sorry.
He said, “Well, it’s not brother and sister. I’m sorry.
I forgot, on purpose.
Laughed me out to go shopping, and I ran.
But I wouldn’t be here if I knew it would be so serious.
To do the same.
My dad called me to go back. It was heavy.
I sent a message for the rest of the morning, and he didn’t reply.
I feel bad. Call Grandma first.
Tell her to call my dad at 9:00 and call us for dinner tomorrow.
Grandma laughed on the phone: “Did you make a mistake pissing your dad off again?” I’m sorry.
I play dumb, hey hey hey smile.
She said yes, but remember to make a mistake for your father.
Grandma was my saviour from childhood.
With her promise, I came home comfortably.
The lights were on and they were clean. My dad sits on the sofa, grabs a letterpaper in his hand, and his face is so dark that it can drip.
I see it.
There was an open box on the tea table, with a broken lock on the side.
That’s the coffin of my love letter.
Now it’s broken.
I was suddenly not afraid, and instead of it, I was so angry.
“You went through my room and looked at my things? I’m sorry.
My dad hit the teacup so hard, “You watch your tone.” I’m sorry.
I breathed deeply, I tried to calm down, and I said, “What are you doing?
Did you get it? The box is locked. How did you open it? Look at my hidden letters.
You have a special point, don’t you? I’m sorry.
Auntie stood by and said, “Hey, I ran into a box and locked it while I polished it.
It was broken. There’s a book in there, and when I pick it up, this letter goes off.
Out. I’m sorry.
I looked at her a little bit mechanically, and she always smiled softly.
“You told Auntie the truth. Is everything in your letter true? I’m sorry.
I had a laugh worse than crying, “Aunt, I wrote it for myself.
You have to lie. My dad yelled, “Ding Zing, he’s your brother! I’m sorry.
And she asked, “Is it the rest of the morning that you talk about in college?” I’m sorry.
And We did not turn away from her and said: Yes. I’m sorry.
My dad slapped me with his hand.
The sound was so loud, I was punched in the face.
My dad seemed to be shocked by the sound of his own hand hanging in the air.
Genius put it down.
Then he stopped talking and sat back on the couch.
That’s when the door opened and the morning came back.
He didn’t even have the time to lift his head.
Why are you crying? I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to cry.
But suddenly he couldn’t help but see him.
The rest of the morning put the fruit down at the gate and took a good look at us in the living room.
He realized that there was something wrong, but he was more positive, even bending over the tea.
Get me a tissue.
“What are you crying about? “My tears are even worse.”
Aunty asked, “Are you in love with her in the morning?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think he’d answer so frankly and choked and said, “Go to Beijing.
Before I went to school, I told you to take care of her as your sister. Did I say that?”
Then the morning was silent for a while, and he answered, “Yes, I did.” I’m sorry.
She said, “I said you’re both too old to keep your distance.
Circle. Did I say that?”
Then the morning reply was: “Yes. I’m sorry.
Aunt said, “Why didn’t you listen, since I said so? I’m sorry.
And the rest of the morning came and said, “Because I like her. I’m sorry.
My father said, “You are brothers and sisters! I’m sorry.
But no one asked if we wanted to be brothers or sisters. I’m sorry.
The air has been condensed for a few minutes to hear the clock moving.
For a long time, she said, “Are you complaining about Mom?” I’m sorry.
And the rest of the morning dazzled, and he said, solemnly, “No, because you have your own life.”
But I don’t want you to be angry about this because I have my life. #16
The farce of that day ended with a phone call from my grandmother.
I don’t know what Grandma said.
His eyes.
I put the letter back in the unlocked box and took it upstairs.
It’s like a fucking funeral.
The rest of the morning was in the back, and he didn’t talk.
Auntie stopped him.
“In the rest of the morning, you sleep with the guests today. I’ll get someone to change your room and study tomorrow.
One exchange. I’m sorry.
Our house is a double, the main bedroom, the guest bedroom and the main library are downstairs.
One was my bedroom and the other was my study.
He moved in the rest of the morning, and the study turned into his bedroom.
The rest of the morning’s footsteps stopped and laughed ridiculously: “Mom, you were so intent.
Si? I’m sorry.
Aunty said calmly, “We didn’t think well before, and now there’s still time to fix it.
Morning, don’t make it hard for Mom. * The rest of the morning I wanted to talk, but when Auntie said the last few words, he was tight *
Finger off.
And for a while, he said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
I can’t hear any more.
There were footsteps outside the door, stopped at my door and left.
I stood behind the door, carrying letters and tears.
Tears are dripping on the letterpaper, and a small ink is drawn.
And We thought, before, that between me and him, the three seniors, the Supreme.
I thought of him as a believer. After five years, I became the winner of the High Court.
I found out that Koko was just one of the most insignificant problems I had with him.
Hard.
I finally cried with my knee.
When I came downstairs to drink soybean, my eyes were so swollen, my eyes were so thin.
Okay.
There are oil bars and buns on the table. The buns are bean-cured. I’ll know when I eat them.
I bought it at my favorite store.
The store’s on the other street. My dad doesn’t buy it much. It’s too far.
It’s on the table today at 7:30 in the morning. My dad’s still watching the morning news. He doesn’t even look at me.
I bit the bun and cried into the soy bowl.
I thought it was frustrating, and now I feel so tired.
After he had eaten, he went out with a briefcase and closed the door and said, “Today at noon.
Milk house, you all go. I’m sorry.
I looked up at him, he didn’t look at me and banged with the door.
Grandma made pork stew today, sprayed.
But the big one is not a table, but rather –
Grandma said, Ziu, walk down with me and eat.
Grandma lives in the old neighborhood. The neighbors know each other. We walked all the way.
How familiar.
“Oh, it’s not that bad. It’s been a long time since I saw you. I’m sorry.
Grandma laughed, and said, “No, big girl. I’m sorry.
When I stepped in the snow when I left, my grandmother asked me, “You were in love with the rest of the morning.”
Loved?”
So I thought she was going to say it, and she said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
Grandma smiled, “Look at the way your eyes are swollen today. “It’s not a day or two since I didn’t pay for it.” I’m sorry.
Grandma says, “You know why your dad’s so angry? I’m sorry.
We said, “How should I know that a man has a needle in his heart?” I’m sorry.
Grandma pointed her head at my forehead and said, “Your father is not worried about you. I’m sorry.
And she said, “He won’t let me talk to you. He thinks you’re still young. But let me tell you, the sooner people understand, the harder it is to lose. I’m sorry.
What does this have to do with being loved?
Grandma looked at me for half a day and said, “Just take the rest of the morning. You and the rest of the morning are not brothers and sisters. Both of them are good children. Why should she stop?” Because she’s afraid of gossip! What if you two are married? Is it a new family, or is it for your father’s family? I’m sorry.
My face turned red, and I yelled, “How come I’m married? I’m sorry.
Grandma put her hand in my mouth and said, “I ask you, you two are not in love for the rest of your life. Just for fun? I’m sorry.
I haven’t spoken for half a day.
And she laughed, “That’s the end of it. That’s what you’re going to say sooner or later. You won’t escape.” Your father had only one child, and he and your mother made all your property. The rest of the morning was the queen, and when he got married, your father helped out with hundreds of thousands. But it’s not the same now.
I’ll marry you. What do you say? Your mother’s family still has it.
Don’t scold your father? Does your dad have a face? Does your aunt have a face? Here.
It’s not about you and Yumu Sun, okay? I’m sorry.
I’m holding back, I’m not watching, I’m stepping in the snow.
Son.
17
That day, I didn’t say “what’s the house?”
I know Grandma’s words are the most important, the biggest obstacle between me and the rest of the morning.
Blocking.
Even this obstacle has nothing to do with my father’s or aunt’s will.
It’s some kind of “rules” passed on over and over.
“Man lives, loves, wants money, but more face.” Grandma says so.
I stood in the snow with my soul and my feet were cold like ice, but I didn’t feel it.
Grandma said let me think about it for myself. She’ll talk to the rest of the morning.
The rest of the morning came down, stopped when I was on my way, reached out to my cheek,
“It’s cold. Get back inside. I’m sorry.
I looked up at him, and he looked so good that he had no idea what was going to happen. “The rest of the morning,” I said, “My grandma used to be a language teacher, and then she went to school.
Long. I’m sorry.
And he said, “So.” I’m sorry.
I said, “She’s very good at convincing people. I’m sorry.
He smiled, and he asked, “You’ve been convinced? I’m sorry.
I haven’t spoken for half a day, and he’s reaching out and rubbing my hair.
Say, “Go home, don’t catch cold.”
He was walking towards my grandmother, and he was walking around in black feathers, like a leaf in the sea.
The sail.
Grandma and Yuen finished talking. When the three of us went upstairs, I was two slow.
Step, entanglement with her, “What’s up? I’m sorry.
She knows exactly what I’m talking about and pretends to be stupid: “What’s up?” I’m sorry.
I was in a hurry: “What’s the rest of the morning? I’m sorry.
She said, “Hum, take a look at me for a moment, and say, “Stand in the middle of the day.
It’s a change of heart. I’m sorry.
The little old lady left me. Back up the stairs.
I was standing on the stairs and suddenly I laughed.
Later, my father and aunt didn’t say anything, so they closed their eyes. I came home early and early in the morning, as my dad said, “Don’t walk in front of me.
I’m sorry.
He’s got a lot of work to do in the morning, and he’s got a new business with his brother.
Objective.
When we didn’t see each other, he used to be busy until midnight.
I had a hunch it had something to do with me. I asked him what the hell he said to my grandma.
Ken says.
Then when I was bored, he laughed and touched my cheek, but he answered:
Your father and your grandmother really love you. I’m sorry.
We said, “What about you?”
And he laughed, “O love, why else do you try so hard to save your wife? I’m sorry.
My face is red.
I guess I figured out what he said to Grandma.
It’s the absolute power to block the talk, which my dad told me.
But the main thing he told me at the time was to motivate me to study the sky.
Don’t fight boys all the time.
Maybe my dad didn’t think it was me who listened, but it was the rest of the morning. I got my feet up and kissed him for the rest of the morning.
Okay.
He held my hand against my forehead.
The sound of the computer running is in the small room, but it’s very quiet.
I’m panicking.
I saw his throat roll down.
I don’t even know what I’m doing. My hands are on it.
He looked down on me, “Ding, do you know that a boy’s throat can’t be broken?
Move? I’m sorry.
“What happens when you move? I’m sorry.
He leaned over and kissed me so I could hold his back and breathe, so he said, “Yes, I will.”
Being like this. I’m sorry.
It’s time to light up, the spring wind.
And We set up with him ten fingers, so that we could hear each other’s heartbeats.
I hugged him and buried my head in his neck, whispering, “I always felt like I was doing the rest of the morning.”
Dream. I’m sorry.
He said, “That does not seem to be enough.” I’m sorry.
I picked up the pillow and hit him, he held it and threw it aside. There’s sunshine coming in outside the window and lighting his eyebrow.
And in his eyes, I had a red cheek.
My long-standing feelings of truth have suddenly disappeared.
Turns out I wrote a promise on paper, and it’s really going to happen.
I’ve lost tears. Someone really will wipe them off for me.
I thought I’d end up in love, and he’s working on the future.
This road may be rough, but he’s with me.
That’s enough.
I hugged him, “I liked you when I was 17. I’m sorry.
And he laughed in my ears, and said, “O good coincidence, so am I. I’m sorry.
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# The wind and the moon
