You have a secret to keep your mouth shut.

When I took the vow, I found my two-year-old DEA boyfriend sitting in the corner looking at me.

The tears have been shed before reason had been heard.

I’m shaking.

He laughed, and said, “As if we brides are moved, we must be happy to marry our beloved.” Give her a round of applause.”

My family and my friends are beating.

He bowed his head and laughed, and he made a drink, and he took a cup, and he drank it.

I vowed: “I will be faithful to you in this life, from life to death and from death.”

I can’t go on.

That was supposed to be him.

The groom gently wipes my tears and bows his head and kisses me.

There’s no one left in that corner.

One.

I was in college when I met Sung Shin.

I was stolen from the subway exit, and I was chasing my heels.

I’ve been able to get both my feet kicked.

I couldn’t catch up with my feet. I couldn’t stand it, I cried.

Behind my back was someone running out of my shoulder, tall and thin, wearing a black coat, and running like a cheetah.

And another one smiled and held me up: “Don’t cry. That was our squad leader. You couldn’t lose your phone with him. I’m sorry.

I saw his school badge and name from the police academy next door, called Chen.

In one minute, however, the boy in the black coat turned back and brought his cell phone and brought back the thief.

“39 seconds, Jin-shin Song, did you sprint again? Chen Zhang looked at the watch and went to see the thief. I’m sorry.

A thief slips his head off.

The boy, Sung Shin, is too lazy to talk.

I stood up with the tree and reached out and answered: “Thank you. I’m sorry.

The ankles were a pain in the heart and almost fell on the floor.

Fortunately he pulled me in time.

His arm was powerful. I fell in his arms.

The smell of the watery laundry on his clothes and the jaw seemed to have slit his collarbone.

Son-shin let go quickly, took a step back, pulled away from me.

And Chen saw it, and said: “Yo, is this the foot?” Son-shin, why don’t you take her to the police station? I’m sorry.

Son-shin looks at him, his eyes are cold.

And the flag of Chen was dazzled, and he looked at me: “Do you not know? He went with me to the temple today; indeed the master sent him a sign.” I’m sorry.

I’m confused.

Shin Song apparently tried to stop him, and Chen is finished.

“The master says his real origin is not the past, not the future, right now. He just came out and met you. I’m sorry.

Son looked at him with caution, suggesting that he shut up.

I’m a little blushy.

The thief must have been stupid and asked, “Why not go to the police station?” The phone’s all yours. I’m sorry.

And the flag of Chen locked his throat and dragged him forward, and said, “Song Shin, you take care of the girl.” Remember, he’s got both feet! I’m sorry.

I was embarrassed, and I said, “It’s okay. I can go alone. I’m sorry.

Just one step away, and it hurts.

“Don’t be reluctant. “Hear him.”

Then the knee bends gently, and he holds the whole person up.

Under his arm he held his neck, and he panicked.

The light was bright, and the line on his side seemed to be flowing ink, and it went into an invisible place in the coat collar.

I stretched out my hand and gently held his sleeve.

Son-shin didn’t react like he didn’t notice.

Zhou Zhou Zhou was waiting for me at the entrance of the school after he took his notes.

Sung Noding, turn around and leave.

I do not know where the courage comes from and I cry out, “Can you give me a contact?” I’m sorry.

He’s on his feet, but he hasn’t stopped, turned his back on me and waved.

In the open street, the lamp pulled his figure so long.

I suddenly thought of that.

I traveled alone, and did not have to send each other.

Two.

School arrangements and police academy networking activities.

I took the final exam, wrote a personal profile, and the smallpox crashed, and I got elected.

I swept across the street so fast, unfortunately, there was no Shin Song.

I staggered, and a few boys asked me to dance, and I refused.

In the middle of the dance floor, a lot of people danced, and I was glum.

“Song Shin?” Thought you weren’t coming. I’m sorry.

So I stood up, and I saw him talking to people.

“There’s still time for training, come and sign. I’m sorry.

The man who is opposite him is Chen’s flag, and the latter laughs, “You son of a bitch, Li wants you to stay on the stage, so go on your way.” I’m sorry.

She’s too lazy to talk.

We cried out to him, “Song Shin.” I’m sorry.

He looked back and looked at me in the dark.

I said, “Can you dance?” I’m sorry.

The flag was shouted, “Isn’t this the right place for Shin Song?” I’m sorry.

My name is SONG Shin-shin, who hesitates to call me “Ghi Xiaohi.” I’m sorry.

“I haven’t danced today, can I…”

He said, “I will not dance.” I’m sorry.

Heart goes down.

I said, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.

Chen Zhang took a look at me with sympathy.

I barely smiled at him.

Then he turned on his lips and said, “But I can offer you coffee if you like.” I’m sorry.

It’s like I’m dreaming when I hold a hot latte.

Son-shin’s words weren’t much, and today was as quiet as ever.

The ballroom is nearing its end, and there are people coming out.

The school bus was parked next to it and the driver came down to smoke.

“How are you going back?” I’m sorry.

I’m a little lost: “We’ve arranged a walk, a name. I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, look at the watch and say, “I’m going first. I’m sorry.

I don’t know why, I kind of feel like he won’t look back once he’s gone.

The sound went over my head, and I said, “Song Shin.” I’m sorry.

He turned around.

Eyebrow pick, wait for me to talk.

I’m going to hang my dress, and I’m going to have to suffocate it, and I’m going to have to bring it back from the sorority. I’m sorry.

Quiet for a moment.

So Shin finally said, “Maybe I’m having an affair with myself, but I think I need to explain to you that I’ve never had a relationship in my life, and I’m not going to marry or have children.” I’m sorry.

I’m standing there.

Soon after, the driver smoked out and shouted, “Get in the car!” I’m sorry.

I woke up in a dream and said, “Okay, okay. Thanks for the coffee, bye. I’m sorry.

He looked at me, and said, “Bye. I’m sorry.

3

I broke up, though.

Zhou Zhou dragged me to a drink and said he wanted to introduce me to handsome men.

A few of them went to jump, and I sat there, and I didn’t even know it, and I remembered Son-shin.

He said he’d never been in love in his life.

And then suddenly, an entire long island iced tea fell.

Who says wine can heal? It’s more sad.

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In the middle of the trip, I was crouching in a garbage can and suddenly heard Zhou’s scream coming from behind.

I turned back, and then I went crazy and ran into the man holding Zhou Yi.

“Damn shit, you let her go!”

I didn’t push him, but he pushed him.

The fur spreads and shows the straps inside.

He let Zhou Yi go and come towards me.

He grabbed my arm, pulled me up with one hand and pulled the fur coat with the other hand.

“You’re a good girl, so take her place. I’m sorry.

I slapped him.

The man’s been beaten and strangled.

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At this moment, the bar is full of people, and the noise is boiling.

No one can hear anything in the alley.

I think I’m suffocating.

It’s full of stars, one stacked.

The man was pulled away suddenly, and he was punched.

The fists were fast and hard, but for seconds the man was knocked down and he didn’t get up for half a day.

I slipped down the wall, covered my throat, coughing.

It’s so warm to fall into whose arms.

The face of Sung Shin-shin wrinkled before me: “How are you?” I’m sorry.

It’s a wonderful thing to show me Sung Shin.

We’ll have to drink it later. We won’t see it in reality, we’ll see it in our hallucinations.

When I was silent, he stretched out five fingers and shook my face: “Are you awake?” I’m sorry.

I grabbed his wrist.

In the dark light of the alley, I saw him pick a grow and wonder.

I said, “Is that what you gave me? The hallucinating people will send me paper towels. Are you laughing, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I’m sorry.

Zhou Zhou Zhou stood up against the wall and blundered at me, “You idiot! That’s Sung-shin! I’m sorry.

4

I reached out and pinched Song Shin’s face.

It’s hot.

He looked at me in silence, and his eyes were dark.

It’s true. It’s not fantasy.

And suddenly I cried, and I held him in my hand: “I have forgotten you, and why did I meet you? I’m sorry.

He’s frozen.

“Ah, isn’t that the true name of Song Shin?” Well, we’re lucky. We’re in training. I mean, walking around, and suddenly he turns, and he’s the hero. I’m sorry.

It’s a flag.

And he was still chattering: “Song Shin-shin, you have a good ear, and you hear a cry, and there is a man.” Isn’t this a telepathic connection between the two of us? Ha ha ha ha. I’m sorry.

“You have time to talk, let’s go find her a coat.” I’m sorry.

As soon as Chen’s head was hit, he went to look for it.

After a while, he said, “It’s falling out of a dirty ditch. I’m sorry.

There’s a cold wind coming, and I can’t help but feel it.

Then he asked, “What can be done? I’m sorry.

Then he began to take off his coat without saying a word, and then he covered me with that feather.

His body temperature, his body temperature.

And We were not covered in the wind, but We showed him only two eyes.

He asked me, “Can we go? I’m sorry.

And the dark light fell upon his eyes, and I found him more patient than usual.

I kind of want to cry: “My legs hurt, ants bit me. Can you hold me up? I’m sorry.

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I can’t understand what she said, but I know to wipe tears with Song’s jacket.

Tears burned to the face, and then the beating began to hurt.

The people before me were silent for a moment and didn’t say anything.

Through the dark alley, through the noisy bar.

His arms were so powerful and his whole body was quiet and cold.

I looked at him without blinking, and he stopped.

And the radians of the lashes falling, like the wings of butterflies, long and sharp.

The stomach started to flip again, and I covered my mouth.

“Do you want to throw up?” I’m sorry.

It sounds a little soft.

“No, not now.” I’m sorry.

“You’re crying again. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but choke, “I’m sick and I’m sick. I’m sorry.

He looked at the red marks on my face, and his eyes darkened: “Go to the hospital and take care of it, it’ll be fine soon.” I’m sorry.

And We shook my head: Nay, but my heart is in distress. I’m sorry.

Jin-shin Song asked me.

I read a little warmth in his eyes.

The sourness of his chest grew stronger, and I grabbed his sweater and cried.

“Song Shin, I’ve just learned how to like it, and you say you’re never in love. But for so long, can you give me a chance? May I? May I?”

I prayed to him.

However, he did not have any extra expression on his face, and even stopped looking at me, looking at vehicles that were occasionally whistling in the street.

It’s cold, no stars.

I slowly untie his clothes.

“Zhou Jian was right. I was drunk today. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

5

I woke up in bed in the bedroom.

It’s bright.

It’s 11 o’clock.

It was only when I opened my mouth that I felt the sound of the mute: “Chou Zhou Zhou, are you there?”

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“Drink it, fill it up. I’m sorry.

My head hurts like it’s gonna crack.

My face and arms also hurt, and the sun came out of the window, and I saw my arms bruised.

I hesitated: “Did you beat me yesterday with your wine?” I’m sorry.

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She climbs up my bed and shakes my shoulder.

“My lady, don’t tell me you forgot everything about last night. I’m sorry.

I was dizzled by her, lying down, staring at the ceiling.

“You said last night, a pervert?”

There’s a little bit of footage coming in, some sick guy stretching out his hand and pulling my coat, and then I cry in Song’s arms.

“I must be dreaming. I’m sorry.

Zhou Zhou was not going to let me go, take my hand away and tell me in an orderly manner.

“You were yesterday…”

She said that Chen Zhang had been summoned by his girlfriend yesterday, and then Shin Song drove us to the hospital.

I was crying all the way.

The driver noticed me and kept watching us from the rear-view mirror.

Shin Song had to show the school card to the driver to prove that he was not a bad person.

When the doctor drugged me on my knee arm, I grabbed Sung-shin and cried until I breathed.

And finally, Shin Song picked up the tampons and disinfected my broken wounds.

The doctor thinks it’s funny. Tell Shin-sun that little girlfriend is cute.

Sung Shin hasn’t spoken yet, and I’ve cried and said I can’t be his girlfriend.

By the time he sent us back to school, it was almost 4:00 in the morning.

It was said that I would not let go of my sleeve with Song Shin.

“You’re not coming back, I know you’re gone and we’re totally fine, I know. I’m sorry.

Son-shin remained silent and looked down at me and pulled it from me.

I looked at him, and I covered my eyes with tears.

And then suddenly I let go, and I choked, and I was very determined: “Go away, you’re not in love, I can fall in love alone. It’s okay, really it’s okay. I’m sorry.

The doorman couldn’t help but come out and watch. Zhou was ashamed and dragged me in.

And I’m still talking nonsense, turning back and crying.

Son-shin hasn’t said a word until he sees us.

Six.

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I put a pillow towel on my face and tried to strangle myself.

No more faces, really.

Zhou Xian unmask my pillow towel and hand my phone over to me.

“You’ve been grunting about who you sent all night, so take a look, don’t tell the teachers. I’m sorry.

I’m all over it, and I sit on it.

But there is nothing in the message, except unread information from a strange image.

He said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

What the hell?

I click on the chat dialogue and slide up to the top.

There’s a lot of upside-down talk ahead.

People across the street are also patient.

The responses, although brief, made it clear that he had not left.

And then we’re going down and we’re going to be scoundrels.

“Do you believe in fate? I’m sorry.

“The whole life is too long, only for the sake of the day. We throw dice, 1.3, I win, 4.6, you win. I’m sorry.

“I just want morning and evening, not forever, okay? I’m sorry.

No response from the opposite side.

It’s almost 20 minutes before we get news.

His answer was a dice.

Four o’clock.

He won.

There should be no more interaction.

And I made a happy face bag, and I was sure, “Ah, I won.” I’m sorry.

He hasn’t spoken.

Until 8:00 this morning, when I was asleep, he replied.

He said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

Yes, you won.

Yeah, maybe we can try and move on together.

7

I’m a lying drunkard.

And he acquiesced.

I feel a little sour in my eyes.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou was so excited to scream, “Ghi shi shi shi, you are so talented! Are you really drunk? It’s better than when you’re awake. I’m sorry.

I shake my head and feel sour, I can’t say anything.

And when he climbs down the bed and washeth, he beholdeth the black feathers on the back of the chair.

Last night’s memories came back.

How I became cold in Song Shin’s arms, and how he took off his feathers and covered me.

And I cried by his collar, and he looked down at me, and his eyes were dark, like black rock.

Can’t think anymore.

Better hide from him for a few days.

Over there, Zhou Zhou Zhou Zheng answered the phone: “Hey, police, oh good, we’ll be there in about half an hour. I’m sorry.

She slipped behind me and looked at me in the mirror.

“I forgot to tell you yesterday, Shin-sun asked if we needed to call the police. I can’t let a scoundrel get away. I’m sorry.

Washing my milk covered my eyelids and I washed my hands off.

I heard Zhou Zhou Zhou’s passion: “So, pack up, let’s go to the police station.” You’ll be a gangster. I’ll see you later. I’m sorry.

Suddenly, the water strangled into the throat.

I can’t breathe.

At first it was just water, then it was like a cough caused by the cold.

Zhou Zhou Shui poured water on me and opened the medicine box and handed me the capsule.

“Song Shin gave you cold medicine. The doctor says you’re not hot. You don’t open it. He says you will. I have to say, he’s missing the prophet, right? I’m sorry.

I grabbed a little capsule, and I walked away.

8

In the police station, Shin Song has arrived.

It’s just a shadow, and it still shows handsomeness.

I’m wearing a hat, a mask, and I’m following Zhou’s back, trying to hide myself.

Fortunately, he didn’t come to me to say anything, but to talk to the police about the beginning and end of yesterday.

I looked at his back in silence and felt a bit unsure, so I walked out on the pretext of getting water.

Water grunts, I’m holding a paper cup.

Put out a hand and turn off the tap for me.

“It spills out. A familiar voice.

I’m frightfully looking up to Sung-shin’s eyes.

“You’ve been avoiding me today. Why? “He’s groaning for a few seconds, like he’s in the language of the tissue, “Not to say, in the morning and in the morning? I’m sorry.

As soon as your hands shake, the hot water spills out.

Fortunately, Shin-sun reacted quickly and steadily.

And he paused and said, “I heard the truth after drinking, and I heard the lies after drinking.” I don’t know what you were yesterday. I’m sorry.

Yesterday’s words…

I’m embarrassed to have red ears and I can’t look him up.

“I know, I’ll take yesterday as a joke.” I’m sorry.

He turned around and left.

And I rose up and said, “It’s not a joke. I’m sorry.

He’s staying.

I feel like my face is burning, my voice is shaking, and I’m so stubborn to finish.

“It’s not a joke. It’s what I say in my heart, but I’m afraid to say it. I’m sorry.

Shin Song looks at me as calm, patient and waiting.

I suddenly felt nervous and ashamed.

“I shouldn’t have done that last night. I’m sorry, it was like a kind of coercion to force you to say yes. But you don’t have to. You just have to listen to yourself.”

“I’m 20 years old. I’m sorry.

I hesitated, “Well?”

He said, “So I’m an adult and I know what I’m doing. I’m sorry.

And my head seemed dizzy, and my voice was floating, “You mean…”

Son-shin put his hands in his pocket, rare, somewhat uncertain.

“I mean, maybe we could try it together. I was just thinking about how to keep you from getting hurt. I’m sorry.

The guess was confirmed.

I’m so excited to jump up and hold his arm.

“I won’t get hurt. Never! I’m sorry.

He smiled, he looked like I was jumping and jumping, and reached out and pulled my hair.

He seemed to want to say something, but eventually nothing.

9

I’m in love with Song Shin!

Just thinking about it makes me laugh.

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“You put on makeup now, you go to him and you fall in love. I’m sorry.

I’m so ashamed: “He’s a very well-managed school, and I can only go to him at night. I’m sorry.

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Love and learning may be both.

I think.

Son-shin’s busy. We always go out in the study room.

It’s not all about dating, it’s just learning.

He’s always serious when he learns, and I’m an ape.

It says, “Put a pen, put a practice book on the table and look at him.”

Such a handsome man!

Such a smart, good, good and brave man!

It’s my boyfriend!

Most of the time, he pretends he can’t see, continues to do his thing.

Occasionally, he stretches out his hand, covers my eyes, then pushs a little hard and turns my head back.

Every time, I took his hand.

He looked at me, and I laughed, “I’ll warm your hands!”

He did not speak, nor drew back his hand, but opened his fingers and wrapped me up completely.

There’s the temperature of the iron, from the tip of the finger to the heart.

His hands are always warmer than mine.

10

Zhou Jian thinks I like Song Shin more.

She taught me, “Be sure he likes you more than you like him, so you can be happy, you know? I’m sorry.

I hesitated, “But even if I liked him more, I’d be happy. I’m sorry.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou lay on his bed and lamented: “I did not save you.” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Son Shin’s love is self-reinforcing, not like mine.

He does not make decisions easily, but once he decides what to do, he does it with his heart.

He’s that kind of guy.

Those sweets he didn’t reveal, I just wanted to hide, I see for myself, and nobody wants to know.

I’m hiding something.

He asked me out on a special holiday.

The plane turned high and the bus turned, and we arrived from the north to the south.

The vehicles pass through the fields, with large areas of strange plants.

Sung Shin said it was tobacco.

I’ve lived in the North since I was a kid, and there’s something new going on.

He gave me the window, I looked at the view, he looked at me.

I fell asleep on his shoulder.

When I woke up, I saw the moon coming through the window.

And the mountains pass by the windows, except the moon.

And We whispered to the moon: O long wish that man would dwell in a thousand.

Look at Son-shin, he’s asleep.

I just don’t sleep well, I don’t know what I’ve been dreaming about.

I reached out to his eyebrow.

Such a nice face, it’s frowning.

Not even a little bit.

The bus stopped at the toll station and Shin Song opened his eyes.

I kept my head down and looked at him, and he caught me.

He blinked slowly, with a bit of a fresh stare.

I’m a bit embarrassed by being caught and laughing to get back on my feet.

The next second, he grabbed my head and kissed up.

Eleven.

It’s very light. It’s a touch.

A light was lit in the back seat, reaching out and picking up things on the shelf.

Sung Shin let me go soon.

And my face was burning like a fire, and I covered my face with my coat’s hat, and I pulled one zipper to the top, and I showed only two eyes.

He held my cheek with his hands and turned me towards him.

“It’s so easy to be shy,” he said, “What about meeting parents?” I’m sorry.

See your parents?

“Why didn’t you say it earlier?” I wasn’t prepared. I’m sorry.

“What are you going to prepare?” he said. I’m sorry.

I’m confused: “Well, for example, how to be polite and how to make uncles and aunts like me … I haven’t even been through this, I have to study in advance. I’m sorry.

Son looked at me, bending his lips, and soon the smile was hidden.

He said, “Not uncle or aunt.” I’m sorry.

I wonder, “Well?”

He said, ‘My parents have passed away, and the elders who brought you were their friends.’ I’m sorry.

And when he was in the night, he spoke of it in a calm tone.

I blinked at him.

“Did it scare you? I’m sorry.

I held his hand and looked at him very seriously.

“They’re not here. I must love you more. I’m sorry.

Sung Shin stopped talking and just looked at me.

I pulled his palms to his cheeks and warmed his skin with the heat of his face.

I whispered, “If I knew earlier, I would have loved you a little earlier. I’m sorry.

He pulled his hand back and held me tight.

I saw the moon outside the window.

May man long, but may man long.

12

Sung Shin’s elders were kind.

Although he looks very senior, he’s no different from my father when he talks to us.

When the meal ended, he offered me a glass.

I was flattered, so busy with wine, bending over to meet him.

Son-shin tried to stop me. I drank it all.

There’s blame in his eyes.

Uncle Yuan smiled: “All these years, Makocchan finally has a person with whom he can live a normal life.” Thank you. I’m sorry.

Son-shin looked and said nothing.

I’m a little hot. Maybe it was the white one.

And We said: Thank you, and thank him, and give me the opportunity. You don’t know, I chased him. Ha ha ha ha ha. I’m sorry.

It’s a bit embarrassing for her to explain: “It’s like when she drinks.” I’m sorry.

Uncle Yuan, look at me, look at Sung-shin and laugh.

This meal took a long time, and most of it was about Uncle Yuan’s childhood.

I’m listening and I’m looking at Makocchan.

Must be as good-looking and cold as ever.

No one knows how warm he can be in private.

It’s late at night, we say goodbye to Uncle Yuan and walk slowly back to the hotel.

There’s a flower in the yard that can’t be named.

Amazing, in the north, this season, the flowers are not open outside.

Son-shin moved a chair and let me sit down and look.

“Do you think you look like a rose?” I’m sorry.

And he said, “Rose? I’m sorry.

I nodded my head: “It’s beautiful at first sight; I want to reach out and pick it up, and I’ll stab it.” I’m sorry.

He looked at me, and he hesitated: “Sorry. I’m sorry.

I held him with my cheeks on his neck.

“Don’t say sorry, there’s a second sentence. When you really want to be close to someone, you pull out all the thorns, and there’s nothing but beauty. I don’t look like a poet. I’m sorry.

Son-shin didn’t talk, just held my hand, harder.

I tried to get my back up and get close to his ear.

“Song Shin, I love you so much. Thank you for giving me a chance to get close to you. You don’t know how happy I am with you. I’m sorry.

13

I went into the room and found out that Shin-sun had set the markings.

Two beds, Chu Hahan, clean and white.

I looked at him and he was avoiding me.

After the wash, I lay in bed, and the more I thought about it, the shorter it was.

On the other bed, Sung-shin breathed as if he was asleep.

How could he! How could he!

Am I not attractive?

I got out of bed, and then I went to bed and climbed into his bed.

He opened his eyes.

The light of the moon came in, and I could read what he saw.

I lifted up the covers and went in, and my face didn’t beat, and I said, “Oh, it’s been a long time since I’ve been sleepwalking, and it feels so good today. I’m sorry.

Sung-shin was silent and turned over to his bed, surrounded by my bed, lying down.

I’m bored, sit up and step over him.

Put your hands and feet together and hold him close.

“Is that how I hate it? Why don’t you? I’m sorry.

Son-shin is a little indulgent, so don’t open his eyes: “Come down first. I’m sorry.

“I don’t want to cry. I’m sorry.

And he asked, “The temperature is low and you will catch cold.” I’m sorry.

I drilled into the covers and held his arms tight.

In his shocking look, he smiled sweetly: “It wouldn’t get cold.” I’m sorry.

Sung Shin doesn’t seem to want to talk.

And We comforted him, “Don’t worry about what I will do to you. I can’t beat you.” If I break the law, you tie me up. I’m sorry.

He threw up, and he said, “Sleep.” I’m sorry.

14

I don’t know if he can sleep, but I can’t.

Son-shin’s arms are on my chest and I’m not moving.

Afraid … to crush him.

And dare not let go, lest he leave quietly.

I couldn’t sleep, and I looked at him.

The eyelashes are long, the skin is white, I don’t know how to grow.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I heard a few noises from next door.

And suddenly I realized what it was, and suddenly my cheeks were red, and I shrunk into it.

The single bed was too narrow and inevitably touched his skin.

I was too busy to get my feet back, afraid of the ice.

I’m cold in the winter, I’m cold in the night, and I’m still cold.

Just for a moment, see him open his eyes.

Son-shin pulled his hand off and turned over, so he tied it to his lap.

It’s so warm that he can imagine how much ice he’ll feel.

I’m in a hurry to make it. I can’t move.

“Don’t move. His voice is a little dumb.

I didn’t dare look at him and buried myself in a pillow.

The mood got weird and I was a little embarrassed to peek at Sung-shin.

But he didn’t move and looked at the ceiling.

I’m not the only one who’s embarrassed.

And the night will be quiet, and behold, I have a different mind.

“Do you know the difference between kiss and kiss? I’m sorry.

Shinyon Song seemed to have felt something, did not answer, moved to the outside side and left me alone.

How can We spare him, stretching out our hands and holding his shoulder, and threaten, “If you move again, I will fall on you.” I’m sorry.

“What do you want?” I’m sorry.

The answer to this question immediately appeared in my mind.

I was shocked by my own shame, my forehead was on his shoulder, and I laughed.

“I’m not thinking of anything. I just want to ask you, do you know the difference between kiss and kiss?” I’m sorry.

Sung Shin doesn’t talk.

There’s a wind outside the window.

I slowly moved to him, “If you don’t say, I’ll take it as if you don’t know, I’ll teach you…”

Keep your head down and kiss his lips.

Then he opened his eyes, and they looked at me as black stones.

The cheeks are red, but calmly: “Don’t stare at me. I’m teaching you knowledge. I’m sorry.

Keep your elbows up, close your eyes and cheer yourself up.

But Shin SONG didn’t cooperate.

I kissed one of them without any rules, and the sweat came out and I couldn’t find the door.

I was anxious to open my eyes and stare at him, “How can you be so?” I’m sorry.

I heard him laughing.

Next second, spin around.

He took over all the sights, and the black eyes, like vortex, took away my senses.

I think I’ll drown in his eyes.

Son-shin leaned down, not in haste, slowly and patiently guiding me.

That’s the only way to feel soft.

He finally let me go, and I’m going out of my mind, holding his arm and breathing.

Sung reached out and touched my hair like a kitten.

Then he bowed his head and kissed me on the forehead, and said: Sleep. I’m sorry.

15

On the last day of his trip, Shin Song said he was going somewhere, let me wait for him.

It’s like he’s worried, and he’s telling me to be safe when you walk outside.

I was with him on the way, and suddenly I was going to part, and I didn’t want him.

I grabbed his shirt and whispered, “Where is it?” Can you take me with you? I’m sorry.

He turned around and didn’t talk.

I said, “I’ll stand at the door and not disturb you, okay? I want to be with you. I’m sorry.

So, then he slit his lips and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

The bus stopped and he took my hand and stopped at the funeral supplies store.

There’s a yellow ass in front of the store, real and fake.

Paper villas, sedan cars, paper clothes, they’re all taneous, they’re not bad, they’re like art.

Son-shin came out with a bag of pents and incense, and said nothing, and took me forward.

I noticed he was wearing black today.

And then when I got off, I was at the gate of the Martyrs Mansion.

The location of the mausoleum is secret and multiple formalities are required to enter.

The doorman opened the door to signal us in.

I think I realize what Shino Sun is taking me to do, staring at my red boots, a little hesitant.

The color is too bright.

Son-shin walked a few steps forward to see if I didn’t catch up with him.

It’s the look of an inquiry.

And I said: Will you wait for me? I took off my shoes. I’m sorry.

He will not remove his frown: “You will be cold.” And there’s a pebble road inside. You’ll hurt. I’m sorry.

I took off my boots and stuffed them in my bag. I’m sorry.

The doorman laughed first: “Sir, there are martyrs lying in there, they don’t care. I’m sorry.

It’s only now that Son-shin has learned that his eyes are dark.

He dropped his bag and came over.

“You come, they’ll be happy. He said that.

He then pulled the zipper of my school bag, took the boots out, put them on his knee with my ankle, round around, and retraced the buttons of the boots.

He does everything he takes seriously.

The doorman was standing side by side, not saying anything.

And my face is red.

Look at his long fingers and suddenly he’s a little distracted.

When I first met him, he held my ankle and sprayed all over the place.

The last button is tied.

Son-shin pulled me up and gently touched my head.

16

Stepping through the pebbles, passing through the pine, walking to a tombstone.

It’s Song Shin’s parents’ grave.

When they were sacrificed more than a decade ago, and when Song was six years old.

On the tombstone, where the names of the children should have been written, is empty.

There’s no name on that.

As can be seen, the staff of the mausoleum have done a good job of cleaning it.

Shin Song took the paper towel out of the bag and slightly wiped the photographs on the tombstone.

The two people in the picture smiled very well and saw a little bit of Shin Song’s shadow between their eyes.

Sung-shin, turn around and light up some fragrances and share them with me.

I’ve been busy, bye and bye.

Take Shan in your hand and wait for Shin Song.

He also remained in a position of bowing and bowing.

It’s been a long time, maybe talking to Mom and Dad.

The photo of the tombstone was consciously seen.

Son-shin put incense in the dirt and I followed it.

It’s been too long, a little hard, fell down and fell on my back.

Hot…

Son reacted faster than I did, holding my wrist, wringing the bottle and pouring water on my back.

It’s just a moment of pain. It’ll be over soon.

I’m just a little embarrassed.

And he seemed a little distracted.

I whispered to him, “Song Shin? What are you thinking?”

He laughed: “I thought I was as hot as you were when I was little.” My mom’s like me now, and she’s going to rip off the bottle. I’m sorry.

He only spoke about what had happened before, and suddenly I wanted to hold him.

If even such a small thing can be remembered.

How many times has he chewed on his parents’ memories over the years?

17

I’m two years old, but I’m only one day away.

I asked him how his birthday would be, and he said, “Since I was seven, it’s not my birthday.” I’m sorry.

“How can that work?” I’m sorry.

On the bridge, he held my waist, and was helpless: “Be careful. I’m sorry.

I held his hand against it, and was very happy: “Shall we spend it together on your birthday?” I’m sorry.

He hesitated for a moment and eventually noded.

It was Saturday.

I made a reservation for a daily rental room, calling out the name of Zhong, Chen, last week, and inviting several friends of Son Shin.

Let’s buy food and cook.

Son-shin sent me a message in advance that the teacher would be late if he left him.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zheng went to wash his food and said: “Why does the teacher leave you alone?” I’m sorry.

They laughed: “Song Shin’s graduation is controversial and the teacher is probably staying.” I’m sorry.

“What’s the controversy?” I’m sorry.

They looked at him and Chen realized that he was wrong: “Didn’t Shin Song tell you?” I’m sorry.

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And she raised up the shovels in a jest, and hastened: ‘You will not say, I will not cook.’ I’m sorry.

“It’s not a big deal. Shin Song wants to return to Yunnan as a police officer, and the teacher thinks he has a better future and wants to stay in Beijing. I’m sorry.

We said, “It is normal to go back to Yunnan in his homeland. I’m sorry.

Another man hesitated to say, “But Shinyon Song wants to be a drug cop. I’m sorry.

A sting of sharp pain.

Knife crossed, cut on my finger.

The blood came out immediately, dripped on the cabbage, and the color was clear.

Zhou Yi immediately lost his shovel and shouted, “Why are you so careless? I’m sorry.

Those classmates squeaked and looked out for the medicine.

After a few minutes, Chen’s scout reported: “No medicine, we’ll go to the front door of the district. I’m sorry.

He ran away, afraid Zhou Zhou Zhou was angry.

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I was driven to the couch and covered with paper towels.

Blood pours out, and soon the towels are humid.

I smoked some more. Push it down.

The door opens, and I follow my reputation.

Sung Shin, with a bag of pills, stood at the door.

18

He took the door and walked in.

“The road ran into them, they went to get the cake. He says:

I looked at him and had a lot to say in my heart, but I didn’t know what to say.

Sung straight up, hold my hand.

“Why are you so careless?” I’m sorry.

I’m down, I’m not talking.

When he pulled out the cotton and alcohol from the bag, he stopped when he had to put it on the wound.

“It’ll hurt a little. I’m sorry.

I nodded my head: “I can’t stand it. I’m sorry.

He looked at me unexpectedly.

Yeah, I’ve always been so pompous, don’t cut your fingers, and you can do it all day.

I bow my head and avoid his eyes.

Cotton stomps on the wound, with ten fingers in my heart, and I’m all over it.

Son-shin took out the bandage, saying, “No water, no bath, no bag, no gloves.” I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

A bandage around my finger and he went on: “A change of bandage is necessary tomorrow. I’ll tell Zhou Zhou Zhou to change it for you. I’m sorry.

I’ll nod again.

He probably thinks I’m scared, and it’s so soft: “It looks like there’s a lot of blood, but it’s not big, and it’ll be a few days later.” I’m sorry.

A drop of tears fell, and I didn’t see it in my dark pants.

Son-shin finally realized that something was wrong with me, and moved away from my Liu Hai.

A moment of silence.

He asked, “Why are you crying? I’m sorry.

I rubbed my back with tears and tried to calm down.

“Song Shin, you’re going back to Yunnan to be a narc, right?”

19

And he covered his lips, and asked me first: “Did you cut your hand because you knew it? I’m sorry.

Tears can’t stop.

Son-shin reached out and wiped the tears from my eyes.

Soon there will be warm tears coming out of his hand.

He held me and put my face in his chest.

Tears drop and wet his shirt.

I heard his breath rushing, and he said, “I would have told you later.” I’m sorry.

That’s admission.

Narcotics, that’s DEA.

A line of defence, a monument, a new wall of flesh and blood.

It’s also the profession of walking between blood and fire, wiping with death at any time.

I held his waist tight and cried so hard.

He whispered to me, “Do you have anything to say to me?” I’m sorry.

I can’t talk.

I suddenly remembered his parents who were buried in the Martyrs’ Mansion.

Does the absence of the names of children on the tombstone mean some kind of protection?

I remember just now that he said that he would never fall in love and marry and have children in his life without accident.

And Uncle Yuan said that he never intended to have deep connections with anyone, except me.

Those details, which were forgotten, are gradually coming together.

I think I know. That’s what he always wanted.

It is not an ordinary police officer, but some special police officers who need to give up all social relations.

So, from an early age, he isolated himself from intimacy and set up an almost martyrdom.

I’m the one who tried to break in.

I am not in a position and position to ask him to give up such an option.

A long time ago, we had a deal.

It’s morning and evening.

I choked and tried to cry so I could pretend I wasn’t that sad.

Son-shin pulled me a little further away, staring at me.

I turned my head and tried to avoid his eyes.

I think I must have cried uglyly and didn’t want him to see it.

But he looked down and kissed gently in my eyes.

I heard him say, “Sorry. I’m sorry.

That sounds like pain.

20

The door was opened again and several people were complaining about the rain.

Sung Shin untie me.

I look down and I’m gonna go around him and wash my face in the bathroom.

The moment the door was closed, the back ridge slipped down the door.

I buried my face on my knees, holding my head and crying silently.

I didn’t know that outside the door, someone looked at me, and didn’t move.

I washed my face with one hand, wiped the water, looked at myself in the mirror.

Eyes and noses are still red, but fortunately no longer choke.

I shot myself in the face and threatened the man in the mirror: Ki-hyeun, don’t cry any more!

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We were all human beings, and I lost sight of my red eyes and boasted of Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhu Zhou Zhu Zhou Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhou Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu

Zhou Zhou Zhou brought the last dish, and passed me.

Looks like he’s trying to say something, but he’s holding on to it.

“Happy birthday. Happy birthday. She said:

Several boys set the candle on fire with their hands and feet and folded the paper crown, one of them on my head and on my head.

I didn’t know who pushed me in the arms.

He reached for my shoulder.

Zhou Zhou was standing up and standing up: “Come, look at me! I’m sorry.

So smile at the camera, and the flashlight comes out, and it’s like eight teeth.

Today, it’s Sung Shin’s 21st birthday.

Then it was said: “Both birthday stars, make a wish!” I’m sorry.

Lights in the living room were extinguished.

There’s only candles shaking.

So We opened his eyes, and he closed his eyes, and the eyelashes were cast in a thin shadow.

He’s making a serious wish.

Remember what he said before, not to believe in it.

So I closed my eyes.

God, God, if you can really hear me.

Well, my 19th birthday wish was to make him safe.

I want Sung Shin to be safe.

21

Sung Shin went to Yunnan.

Before leaving, all contact details were cancelled.

All information about him on the Internet was erased.

I even thought if he went to Yunnan, would he change his name?

Before leaving Beijing, Sung asked me to meet.

He’s got a light black, like no rest.

And I could not blink my eyes for a few weeks, and when I walked away, I heard him saying, “Hey, let’s break up.” I’m sorry.

You’ve been building your mind before. You can’t cry.

But when he spoke, I couldn’t stand it. My nose was sore.

Son-shin stood under the shadow of a tree, his fingers were tightened, but he didn’t come to hug me.

“My work is very dangerous, and people around me could get revenge for me. His voice was a bit tired, “I hope you’re safe and sound. I’m sorry.

The tears fell.

I said, “You can’t contact me, really.” You just tell me once a year to let me know you’re alive. That’s it, okay?”

I can’t talk about it.

And We looked upon him: Is that all right? I’m sorry.

But then he turned his head and his eyes were red.

In a moment, it was like a hammer slamming on my heart, and the chest broke.

The tears of those who saw love were a thousand times more painful than their own.

I wrangled out the tissues, raised my feet and wiped his tears.

It’s probably the last time you touch it again, and your hands shake badly.

I put the tissues together, step back and smile, “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. Son-shin, don’t be sad. I’m sorry.

As long as you’re not sad.

“I’m sorry, I know. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe I can’t stand the tears and laugh, “How could I?” Do you remember what I said when we were together? I’m just having a hard time, and you’ve given me a lot of it, and I’ve earned it. I’m sorry.

Son-shin looked at me, and his dark eyes turned and he was crushed like an iced sea.

And I laughed and waved farewell to him: “Take care, Shin Song. Don’t miss me anymore. I won’t miss you anymore. I’m sorry.

Birds, wind blow leaves.

There’s people passing by, curiously looking at us.

Sung-shin was silent and remained still.

I’ll look at him in the end.

A skinny, tall boy who likes to wear dark clothes, has a strong arm and a soft finger.

Son-shin, I put you in my eyes.

When I miss you, I blink, so I never want to see you again.

He never spoke, and I laughed, and I said, “Bye, Shin Song.” I’m sorry.

I turn first, I walk first.

And leave him a blemish, so that he will not know how much I weep when I turn around.

22

After Sung-shin left, I woke up from my dreams.

Dreams of movies, novels, cruel pieces.

And dreamt that those who shed blood, and those who are patient, became the faces of Song Shin.

The day I woke up, I was cold and my heart was beating.

Take another look at the phone at 3:10 in the morning.

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I was sweating, and I fell on my head: “I dreamt that Sung-shin had an accident, and I brought a car and fell into the river. I’m sorry.

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I looked at the top of the net and blinked, “No. He’s under a lot of pressure, and I don’t want to embarrass him. I’m sorry.

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I asked, “What did you say? I’m sorry.

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I said, “What’s his reaction?” I’m sorry.

Zhou Zhou laughed: “You man, don’t you know? Who knows what he’s thinking? I’m sorry.

“What do I say? He’s not going to give up. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I’m sorry.

I laughed, I laughed, I cried.

Let go is killing me.

But if I don’t let go, I might really die.

Son-shin, how hard were you?

23

I did lose all the news of Shin Song.

It was as if he had a drop of water, pouring into the sea, and would never be able to recover.

I’ve been learning, doing questions and learning languages as usual.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou said, “Where has Song Shin gone, he will live on you.” Take a look in the mirror. You brush, you show, you look just like him. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

And she pointed at me again: “Look, isn’t it true that you smile so cold that you live without a woman? I’m sorry.

I raised my hand and asked her not to say anything.

I haven’t told Zhou Zhou.

All she knew was that Shin Song was going to be a drug police officer, but the drug police were divided into different groups.

She did not know that the most dangerous type of thing to do was Son Shin.

Deep into the belly of the enemy, bleeding with blood and pulling out of the root.

He has set goals from childhood, even at the expense of life.

He was always carrying the tombstone of Midian.

I don’t look at handsome guys and I don’t fall in love.

How can anyone beat him?

I’m getting more and more simple, and I sent home all those beautiful dresses I bought for Shin-sun.

In the school closet, clean, clean clothes, just one of them.

Zhou Xian was right. I lived as Shin Song.

Because he loves to wear pure colour.

24

After graduation, I went to Switzerland to study.

There’s no sign of me living with her. Everything’s new.

That’s good. Maybe I’ll forget him sooner.

Don’t dream about him night and night.

Thanksgiving evening, Zurich was snowing.

I pushed out the window, and the cold air came in, and the mind that was reading the literature all day.

The sound of Ding, the computer sent in new emails.

Strange senders, it’s simple: Happy Thanksgiving.

There are no signatures and no extra chills.

It’s like a boring group e-mail.

I wrinkled, and suddenly when I moved the cursor to the “Delete” key, I couldn’t.

There’s an almost impossible guess in my head.

Will it… won’t it?

I looked at the e-mail and looked at it. There was nothing special about it.

But I’m intuitive. It’s from Sung Shin.

I put my forehead on the glass and I smiled.

If it’s from you, you’re reporting to me, right?

You’ve kept your promise you didn’t promise.

“You just tell me once a year to let me know you’re alive. That’s it, okay?”

He did not, but he did.

There were tears flowing down the corner of the eye, and the glass reflection made it clear to me that I was smiling and smiling.

I don’t know.

Chinese friends invited me to spend the New Year in China.

– We’re all Chinese.

Grandpa was lying in a rocking chair, watching TV and chatting with us kids.

Spring night has not begun to play, he’s on some channel, and he’s on TV.

The familiar lyrics were ringing, the hands were squeezed, I looked back and watched the song on the TV.

“…there is no pain in life, and there is no hastyness. Unremembered heroism allows the name to throw away the sword. I traveled alone, and did not have to send each other. I’m sorry.

Grandpa was drinking tea, and he saw me staring at the TV and laughing, “Yes, I have. At your age, should not be familiar with this song. I’m sorry.

We said, “This is a good word for a friend of mine. I’m sorry.

No pain, no fame, but a thousand mountains.

Grandpa joked, “Oh? Then your friend must be a warrior. I’m sorry.

People laugh.

I laughed, too, with my head down, slowly, with tears coming up.

He’s more than a warrior.

I don’t know.

“Happy New Year, baby!” I’m sorry.

“Happy New Year, everything is fine! I’m sorry.

She lamented, “Wow, second back. This is your morning, right? Capitalist countries are ruthless. What do they do to us? I’m sorry.

I had my phone and I laughed.

She sent me a picture, “I packed my bookstores two days ago and found this photo for you. I’m sorry.

I light pictures.

It’s a picture, on the 19th birthday, where Shin-sung grabbed my shoulder, and I laughed eight teeth into the camera.

Sung didn’t look at the camera, just looked down at me.

And the eyes were red, and I asked her, “How many were your pictures on that day? What about the others? I’m sorry.

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Tears drop on the screen.

I guess I can’t get rid of Sung-shin.

It seems that the world is reminding me not to forget.

25

When I got a call from Yunnan, I was writing a thank you for my master’s thesis.

Thanks to the coaches, to the school and even to the cat at home.

The cat jumped off my knee and left me an arrogant ass.

That’s what I’m doing.

“Hello, who?”

I speak Chinese across the street, my most familiar mother tongue.

I can understand every word, but I can’t understand it.

“You said that Sung Shin is dead? I’m sorry.

The old sound was like a stutter, and soon returned to normal, asking me if I would take his urn as the family of Son Shin.

“Makochan probably wants you to do it. He sighs.

I bought the last flight home.

The mentor wondered why I was so anxious to go back, and the paper had only one reply left, and it was possible to go back home after it had ended.

In his office, tears were turning in his eyes, and I said, “I have a very important man who has passed away.” I’m sorry.

Then he looked at me with a twilight twilight, and struck me on the shoulder, and said, “Be careful on the way and take care of yourself.” I’m sorry.

The plane landed in Beijing.

Then quickly turned to Kunming.

Out of the terminal building, someone’s waiting.

They are all dressed in civilian clothes, and they are alert and brilliant.

When you see me, show me the way. I’m sorry.

The door is open, there’s a man sitting inside.

I felt that time was running out and that the past was clear as yesterday.

Uncle Yuan extended his hand to me: “I’m sorry to disturb you. I’m sorry.

I shook his hand and his voice was a little dumb: “Where is he?” I’m sorry.

Stop the car.

A few rows of people have been waiting in the yard of the gates.

I saw that flag at once.

And the square box under the flag.

They took the box, came to me, step by step, solemnly.

Tears blinded my eyes, I couldn’t see anything else, just looking at the wooden box.

When they gave it to me, there were tears in their eyes.

I shivered and took the urn, and the whole man fell on his knees.

Sung Shin, Song Shin.

He’s so tall, he’s in this little box.

I was holding the box tight and my tears were pouring out.

All the muscles are shaking, all the pains and bones are about to crack.

It’s like a knife in the heart, slowly stirs, and sharp pain spreads all over.

I can’t breathe, my forehead is on the urn, and it’s down in a whisper.

Son-shin, you used to come to me when I cried, but you’d never show up again.

You’ll never show up again.

There’s a policewoman coming to help me. Uncle Yuan doesn’t have to.

He just crouched in front of me and called my name.

I looked up at him and found his hair all white.

I can’t hear you.

I was just holding the box dead and asked, “Did it hurt when he left? I’m sorry.

26

Shin Song is a martyr and a hero.

He infiltrated the borderline drug trafficking syndicates and sent information on several occasions to thwart the drug trade on a large scale.

A month ago, at the trading site of two major groups, a massive police build-up was about to be launched, while Shin-sun suddenly realized that it was a trap.

The real place of the transaction is not in advance information.

Timed explosives had already begun to count down, and Shin SONG had every chance of escape, but he chose to send his last intelligence to his comrades.

“Go back. I’m sorry.

But he can’t go back.

There was a violent explosion, the flames reached the sky, and the trees, a dozen metres in length, were lit in an instant and became small-scale mountain fires.

Only part of the urn was found in the urn.

He couldn’t even leave a body.

Uncle Yuan said, “His sacrifice is valuable. Following the lead he left behind, we destroyed the drug syndicate and captured a dozen high-level fugitives. Of these, many years ago, his parents were killed. I’m sorry.

The tombstone of Shin Song was set next to his parents.

I went down and squished his eyebrow.

It’s supposed to be a picture of him when he was in school. It’s not long, it’s still very green.

But between the eyes, there’s no age-appropriate stability.

There’s no smile in the camera. Years from time to time and death from time to time.

“That time he brought you to dinner with me, I was surprised, because I never saw him with a girl. Uncle Yuan said, “Look at his picture, he never smiled, but that day he laughed many times. I’m sorry.

The nose starts to sour again.

But it’s been crying for days, and it’s dry without tears.

I was silent and put a piece of pentery in the fire.

Learn how he looked years ago.

The ashes were rolled up and fell on his picture.

And he was always young, always cold, forever.

27

Uncle Yuan said that after his parents died, Sung-shin lived at his house for some time.

He asked me if I wanted to go to Sung-shin’s room and pack up some things and take them away.

We asked: “What about his home?” The one with Mom and Dad. I’m sorry.

Uncle Yuan said that the old building had been demolished many years ago.

So, Sung Shin, you’re a homeless man, aren’t you?

What are you thinking?

I can’t think about it. I’m afraid I’ll go crazy.

It was only in Song Shin’s room that he realized that he had nothing special.

The room also preserved his appearance prior to his departure and was cleaned up like a model room.

Only the bookshelves are empty, and there are several notebooks of secondary school.

I opened my closet, and it was empty, and there were only a few uniforms left with one-coloured clothes.

He seems to have left nothing but us who remember him.

And I sat on his couch, and imagined Son-shin, a teenager, reading, writing and sleeping in this room.

It was felt that the room was immediately filled, and the mouth couldn’t resist it.

But once the curtains were closed and the sun came in, I was alone in the room and a lonely shadow.

I didn’t take anything.

I don’t need to look at people.

As long as I’m alive, he never disappears.

When he said goodbye to Uncle Yuan, he stopped talking.

I smiled, “I will take care of myself and you will take care of yourself.” Every year on his birthday, I come to see him. I’m sorry.

But Uncle Yuan said, “Christ, he will want you to live your life.” I’m sorry.

28

Did I live my own life?

But my life, Skye, has been closely entwined with Son.

I made a last-minute effort to fly back to Zurich and finish my dissertation.

I changed my thanks and added the name of Shin Song.

If one day I will die, then I hope his name is not hidden.

In this way, put my name alongside his name.

Shin Song, Ki Xiaohi.

Ever loved, ever separated, ever died.

After graduation, I went home and rented a house near the company.

I’m a mental engineer during the day, and at night I need medicine to sleep.

I lost weight quickly.

Mom came to Beijing to visit me, to see me.

“You’ve worked so hard. You only have one bone left! I’m sorry.

She stayed in Beijing for a few more days to buy me food and cook for me.

One day I came home from work and saw her sitting on the couch without watching TV.

On the tea table, a couple of bottles.

She asked me, “Tell me, what are these?” I’m sorry.

She’s an old fashion lady with good Internet access, you know.

I laughed and said, “These are the drugs for depression. I’m sorry.

She asked, “When did it start?” High school stress? Work pressure?

I looked up and I cried down my throat.

“I fell in love with a man, and then he died, and then I did it. I laughed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to. I’m sorry.

29

Two years, my depression hasn’t improved.

I’m not having a birthday anymore.

Many years ago, I was standing on a pedestrian bridge, surprised by Son-shin’s saying, “We’ll never have a birthday after seven.”

Then We saw him by the time that was distant.

If your birthday only reminds you of someone’s death, then there’s only sorrow for happy days.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zheng came to Beijing to see me on a business trip and cry in my arms.

She shoved me a picture, and she choked: “Will you try to live for him?” I’m sorry.

I looked at that picture.

19-year-old I just learned that Sung-shin was going to Yunnan and cried.

I did not know that there was hope in life and death was despair.

Ki Xiaohi, you’re such an idiot.

If I had known today, should I have smiled more?

Mom and Dad said they wanted me to start a family.

Mother detected breast cancer during a medical examination early this year.

She said, “I believe that you can be financially independent, but I also hope that one day, when you are faced with a sudden dilemma in your life, you will be helped by one hand, just like your father and I. I’m sorry.

She said, “The dead are dead and the living are still alive. Just think about it for us, okay? I’m sorry.

She said, “We’re old, and we can’t help you with anything but hope that you will live happily ever after.” I’m sorry.

I promised her I’d accept a blind date.

The first seven were not happy.

Only eighth, when I said, “I have an unforgettable man who may be unfair to you in marriage,” I was not unhappy.

He just laughed, “It’s okay. I have one in my heart. We’re even. I’m sorry.

His name is Tang River.

It was printed on the wedding invitation with my name.

30

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zheng came to be my bridesmaid.

She exaggerated, handsome and gentle, and then she said, “Beware of us. There were many people after her at school.” I’m sorry.

Tang Ha smiles, nods.

The dressing room door closes. It’s just me and Tang River.

I said, “The man in your heart…”

He said, “She died in a car accident. I’m sorry.

I do, nod my head.

And he asked, “Well, who’s yours? I’m sorry.

And the tears were filled with eyes, and We cried out, and said: He was a hero, and he died for this nation. I’m sorry.

The Tang River gently hit my shoulder.

The wedding was very lively, and the siège could say that and make the scene hot.

I went up to the stage with Dad’s arms and Tang River stood at the end waiting for me.

Many years ago, I fantasized about exchanging rings with someone.

Things are people.

The petals of the sky, the vows, I’m stuck.

He looked for help under the stage, but saw a man sitting in a dark corner.

The tears have been shed before reason had been heard.

I’m shaking.

He laughed, and said, “As if we brides are moved, we must be happy to marry our beloved.” Give her a round of applause.”

My family and my friends are beating.

The man bowed his head and laughed, and made a drink, and he took a cup, and he drank it.

I vowed: “I will be faithful to you in this life, from life to death and from death.”

I can’t go on.

That was supposed to be him.

Tang River softly wipes my tears and kisses me down.

There’s no one left in that corner.

31

The ceremonials raised their voices to encourage cheering and the scene was quiet.

I looked to Tang River: “I saw him. I’m sorry.

He’s like, “What about your guy? Are you sure? I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

And he laughed: “If my man had come today, I would have left you.” Same to you. I’m sorry.

Tang Ha called for a sign, whispered with him.

The curator’s face was somewhat confused, but the process was reduced.

More than 10 minutes later, I walked out the side door, took off my dress, took off my heels, stepped on a pair of changed slippers and ran out.

Hotel lobby, no familiar figure.

I went to the front desk and asked, “Did a man with a hat and a black dress come in this high?” I’m sorry.

Maybe I’m talking too fast, or I’m acting too weird, and they’re not talking.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou followed me and whispered, “My lady, what are you doing?” It’s your wedding. You know what a wedding is? I’m sorry.

She’s also wearing a bridesmaid dress full of chums.

We told her, “I saw Son-shin. I’m sorry.

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She reached out and touched my cheek and pulled me back: “Let’s go and drink.” Don’t drink. I’ll help you. You don’t know. I’m sorry.

32

I was dragged back to the entrance to the banquet hall and I looked to that corner.

The glass, it’s clearly passive.

When the tears came out, We broke Zhou’s hand: “It must be Song Shin.” I’m sorry.

Zhou looked at me and almost cried: “Why are you so dead?” He’s dead. He died two years ago. You can’t take a life for him. I’m sorry.

And I began to tremble again, and said with the rest of my senses: “Tell the guests for me that I have fainted with low blood sugar, and that I cannot drink to you.” You tell Tang Ha I’m sorry. I’ll pay back later. I’m sorry.

I can’t say anymore.

I turn around and go.

I don’t know what he was thinking when he sat in that corner and saw me exchange rings and raise glasses at me.

It’s like the little boy who lost his parents more than a decade ago.

I can’t imagine.

The ladies at the front desk are still the same, and they see me again, and they have a strange look.

I put my hands on the table and I choked: “Have you seen a man dressed in black with a hat?” Very skinny, about so high that you haven’t seen him. I’m sorry.

And on my back I shed tears: “Please, do you see him? I’m sorry.

The lady at the front desk was busy handing me the tissue, and the other lady hesitated to say, “See…”

She was watched with blame, and she knew nothing and stopped talking.

I held her wrists tight, and my tears were so big that I fell down: “Do you see? Tell me where he went. Please, please. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t stand it. The whole man went down the stage, covered his face, and tears came out with his fingers.

The lady at the front desk is running around trying to lift me up.

And We took her hand: “He is important to me, and without him I would not be able to live.” Please, tell me.”

She finally said, “He told us not to say it … Alas, he went to the left when he left, and we had no idea where he went. I’m sorry.

I stood up with the table, bowed to her and bowed: “Thank you, thank you.” I’m sorry.

Take your legs and leave.

Left, left.

There’s a sidewalk on the left, there’s a bus stop and a taxi waiting to pick up.

Look out, there’s no Shin Song.

I grabbed the owner of the roadside shop and asked: “Did a man in black wear a hat just pass by?” I’m sorry.

No answer.

It’s cold in the middle of the autumn. My cheeks are breaking.

Tears are still piling up.

But I haven’t found Sung Shin.

Son-shin’s gone, he won’t come to me again.

At this moment, the idea came to mind and was so certain.

Yes, according to his character, he won’t bother me again when he sees me getting married.

The chest was suddenly blocked, and I sat down with the lamp and breathed.

I think of a man in the stars.

Finger shaking, dial that number.

“Uncle Yuan,” I said, “Is Sung Shin back?” I’m sorry.

33

I finally came to this remote house.

I was making that phone call Uncle Yuan left me on the way.

But I can’t get through. He’s off.

The boss’s wife is washing leaves, seeing me and laughing, “Does she stay?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Is there a man here?” Today’s black dress, black hat. I’m sorry.

She asked, “Are you his friend?” I’m sorry.

And when the tears came forth, We said, “Will you tell me which of his rooms he lives?” I’m sorry.

“I can’t tell you that. I’m sorry.

“I give you money, how much do you want to tell me?” A thousand dollars is enough? Two thousand? I’m sorry.

I showed her the screen of the success of the payment, and looked at her, “Can you tell me which one he lives in?” I’m sorry.

The boss’s wife is scared, slowly moves back and looks at me like a madman.

I saw myself in the mirror.

In the late autumn season, she was wearing short sleeves and toes slippers, and she had a beautiful bride’s make-up in tears.

I laughed, took a few steps back, sat down at the door of Min-hok, over and over and kept calling.

Sung Shin, you answer, you answer.

But the machine continues to say, “The phone you have dialed is off, please call later…”

I buried my head on my knees, slowly, and I couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly there was a barking dog, a white one, coming in my direction as fast as it saw the intruder.

The boss’s wife was so busy yelling, “Go away, go away! I’m sorry.

I stood up against the wall and tried to hide, and my feet fell back where I was.

I’ve got my hands on my head and my heart’s going to freeze.

Next second, they’re rounded up.

That’s where the big dog who was angry and roared suddenly got so good and strung around his calves.

He looked at me, and there were thousands of emotions in his eyes, but they were all crushed.

Sung Shin.

I shook my hand and touched his face.

Hot skin, not hallucinations.

He held me, walked all the way in, passed the boss’s wife, noded at her head: “This is my friend. I’m sorry.

The door was open and closed, and he gently put me on the couch.

His room was almost dark, and he stretched out his hand and lit the light, and then brought me a jacket from his suitcase.

“Put it on or it’ll catch cold. I’m sorry.

I pulled my coat and left it on the side.

Then walk over and hold him tight.

As though there were tears that would not end, one of them drop in his chest.

He’s frozen.

I couldn’t say a word, but I knew to hold him more tightly.

He did not disappear, was not swallowed by fire, and was not lying in that little box.

Son-shin, my son-shin, is in my arms.

After a while, Song pushed me away and moved soft and determined.

His eyes were red, but he smiled and said, “Hey, happy wedding.” I’m sorry.

34

He wringed a hot towel and gently wiped the tears on my face.

I held his wrist tight, turned over and looked at the light.

There are several wounds on it.

Sung Shin for a moment.

I stood up, stretched out my hand and stripped his clothes, unbuttoned two of them, and I could see the scars on the collarbone and on the shoulder.

Tears fell out again.

I kept unbuttoning, but he held me down.

I threw his hand away so hard I was still trying to solve it.

So he heard him, “Do not look at it.” I’m sorry.

Unnamed sourness spreads from the bottom of the heart to the eyes, and We go up, with our feet, and find his lips.

Push, kiss.

Son-shin opened his eyes.

He’s pushing me away, I won’t let him.

What tripped under his feet was that two people fell together in bed.

And for a moment, he protected my head lest I hit it.

I pulled his wrist and kissed him.

The soft, warm, and I remember Son-shin, who is with me now.

I don’t know how long it took him to respond to me.

And the lamp fell in his eyes, as if there was a fire.

He covered my eyes with his hand and kissed me deeper.

Years of suffering, heartbreak and despair have all melted into warm embraces and kisses.

Tears slowly fall from the corner of the eye, and when they are happy, they fall.

I covered his neck and lifted his shirt.

I felt a lot of scars.

He’s frozen.

Next second, Shin-sun let me go and sit up.

His chest also rose and fell, but he reached out and slapped himself.

His voice was dumb, “I’ll take you home. Today’s your wedding.” I’m sorry.

35

The cell phone rings.

I got it.

It’s Tang River.

“Is it your husband?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk. I pushed the amplifier.

“Mrs. Kee, have you found your guy?” I’m sorry.

There’s a slight change in her face.

We said: “He is with me when found.” I’m sorry.

“You’re much luckier than me, really.” I’m sorry.

I was silent, and I said, “Sorry, today… please. I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s not a problem, it’s a bit embarrassing, at best, because I’m being played by the bride. Ha ha ha ha. There’s a reason to divorce you. I’m sorry.

“Well, I’ll give you all the money, and I’ll pay you a fine. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

“We almost got married. Do you want to be polite? Forget the compensation. I told you, if my man comes back today, I’ll leave you. I’m sorry.

The towels in my hand are about to be crushed, and I have to say, “I’m sorry.” I’m sorry.

He hung up.

Sung-shin was sitting right next to him.

I asked him, “Will I be sent back now?” I’m sorry.

He looked down and didn’t talk.

I wanted to cry again, punch him in the shoulder.

“You take me back, you’ll see me marry someone else!” You always make good decisions for everyone and put yourself at the end. Have you asked me what choice I want? I’m sorry.

He just sits still and fights by me.

Then I went down and looked up at his eyes and cried.

“Song Shin, if I don’t see you today, we’re done. You know what?”

“I thought you were happy.” I’m sorry.

Happy? Would I be happy to leave you behind and walk into marriage with another man?

And We put our hands on his chest: “Do you not know how much I love you? I’m sorry.

He shakes his head, stretches his hand and pulls me up, and then hugs me like he’s going to rub me in my bones.

36

My parents’ calls are coming.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zheng tried to reconcile.

But Mom was still angry: “You’re so rude, you can’t run away, can you? I’m sorry.

I said, “Mom, he’s back. I’m sorry.

The anger over there has suddenly stopped, and Mom wonders, “He?” The cop who died? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

On that day, in the small room of the people, Shinyon Song asked me if I had thought clearly.

What do you think? I’ve lost him for years, every day I dreamt of going to him.

He was born and died.

I smiled with tears: “I don’t want morning and evening, I want your whole life, okay? I’m sorry.

He stood by the window and turned his back to me, and the whole man was like a silent shadow, as if at any time he would melt into the night and disappear again.

And suddenly I was afraid, and I held him from behind, and I choked, “I don’t want to be separated from you.” I’m sorry.

I heard a sigh.

Sung turned around, covered my eyes, kissed me deeply.

It’s weird how I didn’t cry, but why is my face wet?

That day, Shin Song said that he would take care of the rest.

Uncle Yuan flew from Yunnan to Beijing.

He did not make a big fight, but my parents were still uncomfortable looking at the door in two plain clothes.

I don’t know what Uncle Yuan and my parents said. When I came out of the study, my mother cried.

Dad took a picture of Shin-sun’s shoulder and said, “Be good afterward.” I’m sorry.

37

I never asked him how he got back two years after he died.

Uncle Yuan has said a few words, saying that Shinko Song designed to make another drug dealer the so-called undercover of the police.

He fled the day of his birth and lost contact with the Internet in the blast that burned all evil.

Over the past two years, he had suffered too much, had been held hostage, had been suspected, had remained silent, had found a break, had captured the head and returned to the country.

A few words have been taken, but there are countless surprises behind them.

History would not be recorded, nor would the news, but the country would remember.

He and his comrades live in the shadows, in silence.

I don’t know.

Yunnan Province has been connected to Jiangsu Province, and Shin Song has remained in Nanjing.

It’s a kind of protection for him.

I resigned and followed him to Nanjing.

I’m stuck with him every day until I get a job.

I had nightmares at night and woke up screaming and sweating.

Son-shin lighted the nightlight, held me in his arms, asked nothing, just bowed and kissed me on the forehead.

I hold him tight, my skin close, my nose close.

He’s breathing, he’s beating, he’s with me, not an empty illusion.

Finger rubbing his arm.

I want to have him completely, completely, with him.

He’s frozen, holding my finger.

I whispered, “Song Shin…”

Face to his shoulder nest and kiss him slowly.

From the scar of his collarbone, he kissed every wound.

“It’s ugly.” I’m sorry.

And We drew our tears to the covers, and looked up at him, and smiled: “No, that is your medal.” I’m sorry.

Those scars, those dark, those which are not beautiful in the days and years.

It’s all your medals.

His finger touched the long and deep scar on his ribs, and a little warm passed over.

How do I leave these scars in a scene I can’t see and imagine?

I don’t want to ask. I don’t want him to remember.

I just want him to understand that whatever happens, he’s my baby.

It was, it is, and it is.

The last kiss, the breath had been messed up and his lips had been put on his lips.

Son-shin pushed me away a little, like patience.

He looks at me, and his eyes shine like stones: “Are you sure?” I’m sorry.

I’m sure of it, and I told him, “Song Shin, I love you. I’m sorry.

The position changed dramatically, he looked down and looked down at me.

It was as if the dark eyes were hidden in the deep sea, and I looked into it and fell into it, and I couldn’t help myself.

Sung Shin kissed down.

The sea is pouring, the canoes are hard to escape.

And finally, I held him around his neck and whispered, “Song Shin, I love you so much. I’m sorry.

He kissed my forehead, and his voice was dumb: “Me too. I’m sorry.

38

There was no one on the pillow.

I thought of yesterday’s last episode, which was Sung Shin took me to the bath.

Some hindsight faces are red.

I got out of bed, walked down to the living room and saw Sung-shin cooking noodles in the kitchen.

He heard something, looked back at me and smiled, “Wake up? Go wash up, it’s almost done. I’m sorry.

I didn’t “Oh” go away and hold his back.

His forehead was on his back, just trying to hold him, that’s all.

Sung-shin put down the spoon and pinched my hand.

“I’m right here. I’m not leaving. “He told me, and then he bowed his head and kissed my hair.

I washed up, he brought up two bowls of noodles, one of which was mine, and the rinse of kyo sauce.

One bowl is for him, only green and small oil.

I didn’t even think of reaching out to the two bowls and saying, “You’ve lost so much weight, you have to eat more meat and come back fat.” I’m sorry.

And he covered his lips, and said: “O boy, I do not eat meat. I’m sorry.

I was stunned when the literature on post-traumatic stress disorder, which he had been through because of his return, came back to my mind in a moment.

And I even went to work to get the bowls back, and my mouth was full of noodles: “Then I will eat and I will grow fat.” I’m sorry.

So Shin dropped chopsticks.

And he said, “There are many problems in me and in my mind. I can’t hear the sharp screams, I can’t drive, I can’t eat meat. I’ve got too many broken bones, I have a broken knee and I may not be able to walk; so do my eyes. ..

I didn’t dare look at him, I swallowed my head and cried into the bowl.

And heard him say, “I am not a good man, so know well that you may leave me at any time.” I promise no one will interfere with your choice. I’m sorry.

I looked at him and he smiled.

He was seriously giving me the right to leave him at any time without any moral or legal responsibility.

And We put down the chopsticks, and said, “Tomorrow, go and get the testimony.” I’m sorry.

“What?” I’m sorry.

I said, “The divorce is over and my and Tang Ha divorce papers are in hand. The law doesn’t stipulate that a recently divorced woman cannot get married immediately, does it? Or are you not going to marry me? I’m sorry.

He looked at me in silence.

And I put my bowl and my used pot into the sink, and I turned the water up to the maximum, and squeezed it clean, and wiped it out hard.

Take this to calm yourself down.

I sat across from him.

“I’ll drive and then push your wheelchair. You’ll blind me and make your eyes.” It’s okay to scream, I’ll cover your ears; it’s okay not to eat meat. There’s more than one way to complement the protein. I’m sorry.

Because I was a little upset, I was talking a little fast, and finally, I slowed down and looked at him.

“There is a way out of everything you say, and that’s no reason for separation. I’m not going to be separated from you, and I want you to stand with me and face it together. Instead of pushing me to the other side of security and stability, I bear all alone. I’m sorry.

Son-shin came over and held my hand.

I broke his hand and looked at him, and there was a tear in my eyes: “I’ll be really angry if you say that again.” I’m sorry.

He leaned down and held me in his arms, and his voice was almost groaning: “I will not.” I love you.

39

In the days he waited for the formalities and I waited for the offer, we went to get a marriage license.

On the way, my mouth was squeezing, and I couldn’t get down.

“Your wife really loves you.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, I’m lucky. I’m sorry.

After I left the Civil Administration, I pulled his sleeve and whispered: “It’s me who’s lucky. I’m sorry.

Lucky such a silent man like the deep sea, allowed me to walk into his life.

It’s the season of the twilight flower, and there’s an old lady with a basket full of flowers.

Son-shin paid, bought a bunch of them around my wrist.

There’s flowers all over.

I wonder, “Why are you so skilled in making bracelets?” I’m sorry.

“Did you like someone else in the years apart?” I’m sorry.

“No, not at all. I had a very boring day, and I imagined making things up for you so I could pass the time. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what it’s like in my chest, I can’t talk, I just try to smile.

He bends, folds a dog’s tail, has a sensitive finger, makes up a ring for me.

Then hold my hand and put it on my left finger.

“You’re my man now. He says:

I’m nodding.

“Will you be too good to feed?” I’m sorry.

He touched a little box in his pocket.

Open it, it’s a diamond ring.

I covered my mouth.

It’s not until I know it’s true that I want to scream, so I’m keeping my mouth shut.

Son-shin took the ring and replaced it.

Not too much, just fine.

I looked at the light. I couldn’t see enough.

Sung Shin has been around, smiling at me.

“How can you know my size so accurately?” I’m sorry.

He said, “When you fall asleep at night, I covertly measure. I’m sorry.

I can’t imagine him walking out of bed, looking for a roller of my fingers.

This is Song Shin. This is Song Shin!

And suddenly I stomped: “I did not prepare you a ring.” I’m sorry.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry.

How can it be okay? I want you to have the best things in the world.

I took him to the gold store.

The young lady on the offer learned that we just got a marriage license today and said we’d get a discount.

“You two are so good together. She said that.

“Thank you. I feel the same. I’m sorry.

The purchaser smiled in his eyes and said, “How long have you known each other?” I’m sorry.

She was a little embarrassed: “I was planning to get married with my boyfriend, and I was worried if it would be too soon. I’m sorry.

How long have we known each other?

18 years old, met at the subway entrance; 19 years old, spent his birthday with him; 22 years old, received mail from him in a foreign country; 24 years old, lost him.

Hold his hand tight so I can be sure, 26 years old, he’s back with me.

The Ms. Ladder is still waiting.

“Eight years, six months and three days.” I’m sorry.

There’s zeros, so precise.

I couldn’t help but look at him, and he looked at me, and reached out and touched my cheek.

“Miss, your husband loves you very much.” I’m sorry.

And I smiled, “Yes, I am lucky.” I’m sorry.

40

I sent a hand-held photo to Zhou Yi.

The point, of course, is the ring on the finger.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhi Xiaoqiao! Look at you! Will you stop showing love in front of a single dog? I’m sorry.

A few seconds later, she came after the news: “Mama, I want to cry when I see you happy.” I’m sorry.

Soon she retracted the news.

Send me a new one: “By the way, be happy.” I’m sorry.

My best friend, how can I not understand her heart?

She does not want to remind me of the pain and suffering of the past.

She just wants my future to be happy and happy.

Zhou’s chat reminded me of one more thing, so I went to the study to find Sung-shin.

“Where’s the photo?”

“What photos?” I’m sorry.

He’s been drinking about, and he’s got some water on his lips and looks very seductive.

And now this distance is dangerous.

I can kiss him with my head.

Of course, I did.

It’s a legal couple.

Son-shin held my waist and made me more comfortable.

But it was actually a small attack, taking away all my breath.

So long as he left me, I’d forgotten why he went into the study.

He looked at me a little funny: “You say pictures.” I’m sorry.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou asked how many pictures he had taken. I asked her for it, and she said the rest was for you. I’m sorry.

He helped me stand up and took an old wallet out of the closet.

Open it, it’s our photo, and Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhu Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu

Turn it over again and flip out a note.

Son-shin’s face has changed.

He rarely reacts this much, and I’m more curious to see him running to the living room with a note.

Step down and finally stop.

On that note, which is the handwriting of his university age, he wrote: “If one day I die, burn these pictures to me.” Sung Shin.

I’ll hand him the note and the wallet.

The face is a bit awkward, as Sung Shin answered: “Before you go undercover, you will be allowed to write a suicide note.” I don’t have any last words to keep, so…

His words stopped because I held him tight.

He paused for a moment, reached out his hand, held me in his arms, and touched my long hair over and over again: “Sorry, I know.” I’m sorry.

41

I’m pregnant.

We’re not deliberately using contraception, and this result is natural.

Only in the bathroom, when the pregnancy rod showed results, there were fireworks in the heart.

I have Sung Shin’s child.

It’s incredible.

Son-shin’s in the study to sort out the papers. I’ll push the door and walk in.

And he looked up, and he saw me, and he laughed, and he said, “What do you want to eat tonight?”

I asked him, “What are the taboos on pregnant women? I’m sorry.

He thought about it and said, “Can’t smoke or drink?” The rest should not be taboo. Medically speaking, a normal diet…

I look at him and laugh and laugh and laugh.

He suddenly realized what he was talking about.

I’m surprised, I can’t believe it.

“Here?”

“Congratulations, Shin Song, you’re going to be a father.” I’m sorry.

For a moment, he wanted to pick me up, probably to accommodate this little baby with no soybeans, and he stopped.

Then I saw him walking around in his study.

I can’t help but laugh, “Can you take a break?” I’m sorry.

He sat next to me, put his finger in my long hair, gently held my head, and then bowed his head and kissed.

Whispering.

And gradually, from sitting down and lying down, We were in a soft couch, looking at him with eyes open.

I rarely seem to open my eyes at such times to the extent that I am somewhat surprised.

“Your ears will turn pink. I’m sorry.

And he took a moment of silence, and said, “You can easily turn into pink, not just ears. I’m sorry.

Some of the pieces were amplified in my mind, and my face burned red.

I’m used to looking for something to cover my face, and Na Ho’s pillows are thrown on the floor.

Then he was buried in his shoulder, and he said, “Son Shin, you seem to have been corrupted. I’m sorry.

I used to tease him.

And he followed me, and kept his voice low, and said to me: “There was a fear before, and none now.” I’m sorry.

I’m like, “So?” I’m sorry.

He smiled, “So, it’ll be worse.” I’m sorry.

42

Shin Song started working normally.

Saturday, when we’re both resting, he’ll go with me to the maternity checkup.

In the four-dimensional colored super-image, the baby is lazy, not very good.

Son-shin looked more closely at the blurry images on the screen than I did.

“The baby is healthy. I’m sorry.

“In seven months now, it may be more difficult to sleep, to take care of the mood of pregnant women, and pregnancy is not easy. I’m sorry.

Son-shin noded for a while, it seemed like he was going to carry the doctor’s words.

I couldn’t help but smile.

It’s amazing, isn’t it?

When I first met Sung Shin, how did I think that the boy with his distant face would one day stand with me in the maternity ward and learn to be a good father?

When he came out of the hospital and passed through the cinema, he suddenly asked me, “Do you want to go to the movies?” I’m sorry.

I’ve been busy going to the hospital, “But the latest show is an action film. I’m sorry.

It’s not like he wants to see it.

He said, “Whatever you want, I can see.” I’m sorry.

Looking at him, he’s a bouncing couple.

He said, “It seems like you haven’t been in the theater for a long time to do what normal couples should do. I’m sorry.

I smiled and shook his hand: “Do you want to make up for the years you were not with me? I’m sorry.

He didn’t say anything, it was a default.

And I leaned my head on his shoulder, and I laughed, and I laughed, and I said, “Don’t do anything on purpose; I’ll be happy as long as you are there.” I’m sorry.

43

It’s already night.

It’s not a very interesting movie. I’m asleep when I see it in the back.

When Sung-shin woke me up, the people in the theater were almost gone, only a few, waiting for the egg.

His eyes were glowing and he was looking at me.

And I coughed, and said, “Your child sleeps, not mine.” I’m sorry.

“Well, it’s the baby.” I’m sorry.

He helped me up slowly and walked out slow and ready to take a cab.

The new street is hot, passing by an old lady with white hair and a flag robe, with a mental state and a special quality.

I pulled the shirts of Shinko Razon to show him the past: “I’m old and I’m wearing them.” I’m sorry.

He thought, and he smiled, “Do I have to walk away? I’m sorry.

I asked, “Why?”

He’s got a serious story: “The old man is so beautiful, he’s afraid of the other old men. I’m sorry.

I laughed, I wanted to speak, and suddenly I was interrupted by a noise.

The window of a building, when a child was hanging, he died in a window frame.

Son-shin also looked forward to it.

And the next second, he’s walking through…

In the same moment, the child was completely distraught, connected from the window frame and fell down.

I’m covering my heart.

Lucky for you, lucky for you.

The crying child has been picked up by others, and Sung-shin’s face is painful.

I hit 120, ran around with my back and asked him, “How are you?” Where’s the wound? Is it serious? I’m sorry.

He took his eyebrow and comforted me: “It’s all right, it’s not painful. I’m sorry.

Lie.

I’ve never learned physics.

There’s a video with a cell phone, and it’s like, “Fuck, at the corner of the new street, the kid just fell, and the parents should be careful…”

And I hastened to stop Son-shin’s face, and cried out, “Stop filming and stop filming.”

Son-shin also reacted, down his cape and pacified my back. I’m sorry.

We left the scene in a hurry to walk to the emergency.

On the way, I got a little upset.

Worry about his arm, worry about those videos.

The doctor put a plaster on him and comforted me. I’m wearing a hat so far away I can see my face. Don’t worry, okay? I’m sorry.

44

It’s not what I wanted.

This day, Zhou Zhiu sent me a video.

In the video, the little boy was shaky and a man in black ran to pick up.

The moment he fell, the boy’s hand broke the man’s hat and showed his face.

I don’t know.

The sound of the video continues: “What is an ordinary hero? That’s an ordinary hero! I’m sorry.

I can’t predict how high the viewer will be, how many people will see this video.

The comment area is full of praises, but I can see my hands and feet cold and my chest boring.

I want to call Son-shin without a voice.

The cell phone slipped out of its hand and hit it on the floor.

Son-shin came out of the study, followed his reputation and found something wrong with me.

He was crouching down, and he was worried, “What’s up? What’s wrong with you?”

His hand holds mine, warm, fresh.

The video was over and re-circle started. “The fucking kid’s going down.”

Son-shin picked up his cell phone, looked at it, immediately understood what had happened, and photographed my back: “It’s gonna be okay, believe me, I’ll take care of it.” I’m sorry.

After that, he got up and called on the balcony.

I put my finger on it, I refreshed it.

Then he came back and took my hand, and said, ‘Beware, do not look, it will be deleted.’ I’m sorry.

Tears blocked my throat, and I couldn’t speak, but I broke his hand, looked down and continued to slide my fingers.

More, more.

I wonder how long it’s been refreshing to show that “the video has been deleted, please return to the front page to watch more wonderful videos”.

I’m relieved.

Son-shin slowly hugged me from behind and completely covered me up.

His temperature, his heartbeat, his breath.

And We heard his voice with pain: “Sorry, I know.” I’m sorry.

And We smote his back: “Do not say sorry, Son-shin. I’m sorry.

It’s not your fault you don’t care to save people.

It’s not your fault you’re undercover.

You’re a good man, a good man, a good man.

Even if the world should say sorry, it should not be you alone.

I turned around and held his face.

The sun came in, and I saw clearly that there was some wetness on his long, lashes.

45

We’re nearing the due date. We’re going to the hospital for a final check-up.

The doctor laughed that the baby was healthy and said that the baby was not moving, and that it must be a chronic.

And I laughed, “Longer is good, like Dad, steady.” I’m sorry.

The look on Sung Shin’s face seems a bit sad.

The doctor joked him: “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

So he laughed and said, “If you were like my wife, it would have been better.” I’m sorry.

The doctor smiled, and he said, “Then try harder and give birth to more, and there will always be a mother.” I’m sorry.

He’s been ignoring these jokes, but he’s taking it very seriously at the moment. I’m sorry.

I was a little blushing, and I said thank you to the doctor, and I went out with her hand.

He tried to overcome the mental disorder, and when I got pregnant, he wouldn’t let me drive.

The car moved into the main road and stopped at the light.

I went over to see him.

His years were so generous to him that he was two years older than me, but he was so young and handsome as when I first met him.

“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

I smiled, “Can you give me a contact? I’m sorry.

“No, I already have a family.” I’m sorry.

It’s just a simple conversation, and I can’t help but laugh, and I feel warm with my seat.

If Zhou Xiaoqiao were here, he would have hated the sound of iron and steel: “Is it too much for you?” I’m sorry.

But I can’t. I’m happy to say anything.

It’s like I was born to love him.

The red light turns green and the vehicle continues to move forward.

It was like some kind of traffic accident in front, and two cars were close to each other, and the owner smoked on the sidewalk.

Probably waiting for a traffic cop?

I didn’t think much, pointing to the right: “Can we turn?” That way, too.

This is what happens right now.

I haven’t heard anything yet.

Sung-shin’s face is cold, with his hands on the steering wheel, and he’s got a crumpet.

He turned his head and said, “Sit tight,” and immediately followed by a fast turn of the car, the engine sounded.

I grabbed the arm, looked out the window in a panic, and saw the two smokers on the side, who had lost their cigarettes at some point, with a gun in their hand.

It’s downtown. Someone shot.

There was a noise and screaming, and the crowd ran away, and it was rare to hear people crying, “Hey, are the police? I’m sorry.

For some reason, I’m sure these two men are coming for Shin Song.

I was shaking all over, I took my cell phone out of my bag and called Uncle Yuan.

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Just a few seconds, it’s as long as a century.

When one of them crossed into the car, the car, which appeared to be tumbled, was activated immediately and followed our route and pursued.

The other was standing still, staring and raising his gun.

Uncle Yuan’s voice finally came: “Hey, know what? I’m sorry.

Cell phones have fallen.

I jumped up and held Sung-shin.

Boom!

The bullet went through my back, and it was sore, and my abdomen had an indescribable downfall, and I breathed.

I want to close my eyes, but I can’t close my eyes. Big tears fall down, my heart warms at an instant and it cools at a second.

Son-shin held me tight. I saw blood on his neck.

Try to see him. Fortunately, he has no wounds, just my blood.

He wrapped his clothes around my shoulder and never saw him panic and his hands were shaking.

There was a flow of blood coming out and drenched his fingers.

46

There was a loud noise from the vehicle, which was then hit on the back of the vehicle, and the whole vehicle slipped forward and made a very sharp noise.

A series of impacts, like to kill us.

Son-shin reached out and touched my face, and the mute said, “Hey, wait for me when I get back.” I’m sorry.

He let go of my hand and his face became cold and he took a gun out of his waist and opened the door.

I fell on my head on the side of the co-pilot, and the pain spread all over my back as if a knife had cut me open, from top to bottom, as if it was too late.

The world seems to be quiet.

Then there was the sound of sirens whirling.

He kept asking, “What is wrong with you?”

I can’t answer that.

It’s so cold, it’s so painful, it’s so white.

I can’t see anything. I’m cold.

I don’t know.

Wake up in an ambulance.

My nose and mouth are covered with oxygen, and Shinyon Song is covered in blood, kneeling next to me, with his hands dead and my face white.

Fortunately, he looks fine.

I blinked, but I found that I couldn’t speak, that my body was in pain and that my bones were crushed in an inch.

“Don’t die. Please, don’t die. * He’s shaking, his cheeks on me *

The face feels a little warm, and I’ll have to look.

That’s the tears of Sung Shin.

It’s dripping on my face, but it’s like it’s in my heart.

The pain in the back and even the abdomen was not painful, and I was shaking to raise my hand and tell him not to cry.

Can’t lift up, can’t talk.

Jesus Christ, I just want to talk to him, okay?

God, I’m so tired, so cold, no, I don’t want to close my eyes, let me talk to him…

What’s that?

And he said in my ear, “Do not sleep, know, and do not sleep. I’m sorry.

I managed to shake my head, and finally my finger reached his cheek.

He whispered my finger on his face and his voice was shaking.

“Don’t sleep, I’ll tell you a story. One time the boss suspected that we had a mole among us and left us in the mountains to die. I was shot in the leg by a stray bullet, and there was a wolf smelling at night, and I couldn’t run, and I wanted to give up. I heard your cry in my hallucination. I thought you were waiting for me, and I hit the last bullet on the wolf and climbed back to the road. I’m sorry.

And he choked, and his eyes were red, and he said, “Wish, do not leave me.” I can’t live without you. I’m sorry.

The pain was slowly unattractive, and I wiped his tears out.

When you open your mouth, there’s blood coming out, and I don’t know if he can hear it.

“Don’t cry, Song Shin. In the next life, I’m here for you. I’m sorry.

Severe coughing, severe downpouring, slowly losing focus.

Son-shin held me tight and cried like a child, tearing his heart apart.

It’s dark. It’s soaking.

All senses are losing their functionality.

In chaos, I went back to the fall of 18 years old.

And We looked out of the window and saw the cold boy alone in the tardy autumn rain with his umbrella.

The car’s going forward, he’s going back.

It was a long and short life, and I was lucky to have the privilege of wiping off his shoulders and spending the evening with him.

I don’t know.

There was once a man I loved over his life.

And We made a wish to Buddha, and prayed for his peace, even if it were with Us.

This deal is not a loss to me.

Sung Shin, I love you, very much.

(concluded text)

♪ We’ll be all right ♪

One.

I was pouring water when I got a call from Sung Shin.

My mother came out, she saw me, and she was like, “What are you doing?” Is it hot?”

I grabbed my coat and left.

She’s trying to save her life.

On the phone, I asked, “Is it hard to give birth?” I’m sorry.

“No, I killed her.” I’m sorry.

I caught up with one of the fastest high irons and went straight to the station to get a cab to the hospital.

The driver asked me, “Where’s the hospital? I’m sorry.

And We put our forehead on the glass, and said, “My sister.” I’m sorry.

Wait for me. Stay alive.

There’s too many people in the elevator. I’m going up the fire escape.

Tenth floor, tenth floor.

When he pushed the door open, he saw Sung-shin in blood, standing outside the rescue room, losing his mind and moving.

He was accompanied by two heavily armed policemen, who guarded him with vigilance.

I flew and the gun pointed at me without mercy.

I was afraid of my legs, and Son turned back slowly and said, “This is my wife’s friend.” I’m sorry.

So put the gun down.

I dare not speak out loud and ask him, “What happened? I’m sorry.

“It’s a drug dealer. They’re after me, and I’ve got a bullet. I’m sorry.

Tears fell from his eyelids, he was shaking, his hands covered his face and he stopped talking.

I’m holding my arm in my chair and I feel like I’m turning.

The rescue room lights went out.

Open the door.

The doctor pushed out the transfer bed, which was covered with white cloth.

I covered my mouth, and the tears came out and sewd down my fingers.

According to the doctor: “The bullet went through the artery, the patient lost too much blood and multiple organs failed. At the time of delivery, the foetus had suffocated in the mother… I’m sorry.

Son-shin swayed the whole body, reaching out and lifting the white cloth.

It’s like sleeping.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

A tear slipped down his bloody face and dripped on his face.

Son-shin cleaned his hands, took it very seriously and patiently, a little bit of the tears.

I bite my lips so I don’t cry.

Two.

On the day of the funeral, I took leave, took what she left with me and went to Nanjing.

In that picture, she smiled beautifully, heartless, like I just met her.

In the temple, my mother cried so badly that all her friends came here before she was born, and wept to make her mourn.

Sung Shin was standing in the corner, dressed in black and thinned, pale, staring at her relics, moving like a shadow.

I went over there and gave him what I knew.

He took a look at the box and asked, “What is this?” I’m sorry.

And I said, “It was the worst time of his depression that she left with me. I didn’t open it, she just said if one day she couldn’t stand it, she killed herself, hoping I’d burn it all to you. I’m sorry.

So he answered, he raised his head, closed his eyes, and said, “Thank you.” I’m sorry.

I shook my head, I could not bear it, or I said, “It’s you she loves most. Take care of yourself.” I’m sorry.

He smiled briefly, and said, “Yes, it’s me she loves most. I’m sorry.

3

After the funeral, I lost news of Shin Song.

He was only told that he had given his entire property to his parents, and then disappeared.

The restaurant television was broadcasting news that a woman had been killed by armed robbery in the city of Nanjing.

In the process, several Nanjing citizens were recognized by the municipal authorities for driving to stop further action by criminals.

My colleague asked me, “Why are you crying? I’m sorry.

I’ve reached out with my hand to wipe out my tears: “Let’s cry. The chili in this store is too hot, so don’t eat it. I’m sorry.

My colleague looked at me with confusion and looked at the news, and said, “The robbers of this year are so arrogant, but you did not hear it, as if there was a policeman among the passers-by, a gun thief, who killed them on the spot.” I’m sorry.

The tears slip down, and I will not do anything: “Yes?” Never heard of it. I’m sorry.

My colleague caught the food and said, “If I had to say, there should have been more of them, and the bad guys were still tough. I’m sorry.

Then she said, “But to tell the truth, it’s too scary to be a member of the police these days. Well, my sister-in-law told me about the cops, and I refused. I didn’t have that big heart. I’m sorry.

My tears were suffocated in my throat and my mouth was filled with water for cover.

The water suffocated my throat and covered my face with paper, and there was finally reason to cry.

My colleague was scared and he was busy filming my back: “Are you okay?” I’m sorry.

I’m fine. I just lost a friend like a sister in the news that people discuss after dinner.

When she was nearer to happiness, she welcomed death.

Jesus Christ, you’re such an asshole.

“Song Shin-san is gone.

One.

When he was six, he saw a fire.

Although everyone around said he had not seen it, the fire was burning in his mind.

So that, for more than a decade after that, the ashes of the fire swayed and fell upon him.

In that fire, he lost his parents.

It was his birthday, and he was waiting for his parents to come back.

They’ll bring him an Ottman cake.

But they broke their promise and never came back.

Since then, Shin Song has never had a birthday.

When he was 18 years old, he volunteered for the High School, and all he filled were police academies.

He said, “You can choose the profession you like.” I’m sorry.

The State has always been kind to the memory of martyrs.

“This is my favorite profession.” I’m sorry.

From more than a decade ago, that was his only career goal.

Yuan Guo Ming added: “Then when you get to college, you can start dating.” I heard your teacher say you have a lot of crushes on you in high school, in the next class, including your sister. I’m sorry.

Sung-shin smiled and didn’t talk.

The look of Yuan Guo-ming finally became serious: “To say so, I’ll make you half a son.” I want you to have a healthy and happy life, not to live in the past. I’m sorry.

Sung Noded, submitted a volunteer, turned off the computer and said, “Yes, I will. I’m sorry.

Then he took his coat and said, “I’ll go play first. I’m sorry.

Take the door and go.

Yuan Qu Myung looked at the shadow of his departure and sighed.

The answer was just to make him happy. How could he not see it?

Two.

At the academy, Shin Song is the most serious learner.

He is in good physical condition, and he learns everything first, with pain and research.

Li thinks he found a good girl and called a friend of mine at Sung Shin’s residence.

I want to know about the child’s family and leave him in Beijing.

Beijing is good. Beijing has a place to go. Glorious.

The comrade said that if he really wanted that life, he wouldn’t have taken him away from you.

LEE, with his nose covered in ash, is still thinking about it and is trying to persuade him again.

Young man, where can I die?

She’s a good-looking girl and has a steady personality, not only for her elders but also for girls.

The brothers were invited to ask about Song’s heart and said that he did not intend to fall in love.

His life was too important for him to have much space for himself.

He’s got thin emotions, mostly left to that target.

One and a half, left behind in his dreams, and he returned again and again to his six-year-olds and to the sweet moments with his parents.

There’s always a freshman who wants to fold the High Ridge flower.

Son-shin’s evasive, cold and distant, and the girls became more and more interesting.

When a good bird chooses to live in wood, he becomes the loneliest one on the top of the tree, and the hand is always stretched out and never removed.

3

Before Kiyhui came along, Son-shin did not believe in the so-called “relationship”.

He’s an atheist.

When he was suddenly called in, he could not remember the name of the girl.

Chang or Ki?

It was only a glimpse when the police station signed it.

Son-shin refused her invitation, but noticed her blighting eyes.

Perhaps because it coincided with his birthday, she was too familiar with the look of hope to be lost, bringing to mind the fact that he was six years old himself.

So when he turned his back, he said, “Would you like some coffee?” I’m sorry.

“It’s not easy, the iron tree is blooming.” I’m sorry.

It’s more like tearing a can of cat food off a roadside cat.

I can’t help it.

So when she was stuttering, she was told clearly that she would never fall in love and would never marry and have children.

Please find someone else, just like those girls who had an interest in him.

It’s been a long time since Son-shin has forgotten the girl called Kikuchi.

He met her again, on the subway.

In the crowded crowds, she apparently did not notice him, and the whole person was not good.

But that’s the way she was, when she saw the salty hands, the first one jumped up and scolded and took another girl behind her back.

It’s funny how the girl she’s not actually protected is so tall and her hands are shaking while she’s fighting, but she doesn’t step back.

The metro police came to Song Shin and soon took them off the station.

Quiet returns to the car, and Ki-hyun shrunk back and kept his head down.

Son-shin suddenly found it interesting.

4

At nighttime in the dormitories, it was agreed that men’s love for women begins with compassion and curiosity.

After many years of being asked why she had been allowed to become an “accident” in his life, he somehow remembered that.

Mercy and curiosity.

When I see her, I can’t stand to say no, I’m soft, I want to protect her.

Although he was still hesitant and worried that she would cause her harm, she had vowed, “Just in the morning.” I’m sorry.

The events that followed were too fast to allow themselves to love her.

And he wondered whether it should be clear to him, like her, that he would bring out love without reservation.

But many years later, at a time when life is at stake at the border between China and China, Shin Song is always very fortunate.

The less love he ever showed, the easier she’d get out, wouldn’t she?

Son-shin started dreaming again.

There were not only young parents in the dream, but also her body in the bathroom, crying quietly.

On the day of the break-up, Shin Song remembered how to pray for him, without any contact, just to know that he was still alive.

And he replaced the answer with silence.

Later, he was about to carry out an extremely dangerous mission, at great risk.

Before leaving, Shin Song commissioned him to go online and knocked down the timed e-mail.

He did not leave a note to anyone, and he simply wanted to let know that he was still alive in some part of the world.

She loves to cry. He doesn’t want her to cry.

Then there was only a little bit of shadow in my mind.

The psychologist from the provincial office told Shin Song that it was a self-protection mechanism for the human brain.

The most cruel memories of bone-picking, flesh-cutting and decapitation were filtered out, and the last traces left left behind left behind were the scars of his youth.

The treatment is not over yet, and Makin Song heard about Kiyuki’s marriage.

He arrived in Beijing overnight.

When he really stood in front of the hotel and saw her smiling with her groom’s arms, he couldn’t help but ask himself: What is the point of your coming?

However, their legs went uncontrollably to the banquet hall.

Sign to the table and a round-faced girl smiles at him.

After seeing her hand in a gift, Shin Song reacted and immediately left the hotel to collect money from an ATM machine.

He took 100,000 from the Kari he was carrying.

The girl with the big face is in shock. Take the pen and ask him his name.

So, after a long silence, he smiled, and said, “No names, I’ll just go inside. I’m sorry.

He’s sitting in the most remote corner, probably surrounded by the groom’s family and friends.

So he listened silently, and a little bit of what he had missed from the surrounding people, all these years.

She went to Switzerland to study, and her mentor very much appreciated her and wanted to keep her in doctoral studies.

She said that she wanted to return to the country earlier, so she went back to Beijing and found a job near her undergraduate school.

And they said that the bride was too thin, and another laughed: “Let Hato eat well and give her weight.” I’m sorry.

SONG suddenly felt that he did not need to stay.

He took a glass of wine, a glass of wine for the new man on the stage who vowed to each other.

After his escape from the border, his eyesight fell so badly that he waited for the relevant surgery.

So he did not see the bride on the stage stunned, and he cried.

There was also a lively discussion among the family and friends at the table about whether the bride was willing to have a second child and whether the child was a grandmother or a grandmother.

Sung Shin put down the glass and got up and left.

At 21, he made a birthday wish.

He wants his girl to be happy.

It’s a good thing that that was achieved today.

5

The telephone call from Yunnan had never stopped to persuade him to go back for treatment.

His internal organs, bones, eyes and ears require long treatment.

He turned it off and left his phone aside.

When he heard the dog bark, he was packing his suitcase.

He wondered if he heard it wrong, and the dog screamed, and there seemed to be a familiar cry.

But he thinks he is hearing lies because he hears her crying from time to time when countless struggles are on the border between life and death.

Slightly, thinly, crying like a cat so he doesn’t die.

And now the owner of this voice should wear a beautiful wedding dress and accept the blessing of his family and friends.

But in the middle of it, there seems to be some force to force him to put down his clothes, open the door and walk out.

Then he saw her.

The bride, who is supposed to shine, is crumbling in the corner of the wall with his hands covered with his head.

It’s like that winter night many years ago, when the whole human being became a small group.

His ears were hammered and his world was buzzing and shaking.

Sung Shin hugged her.

Her eyes were full of tears, so that she did not find out that he had covered his eyes with a cape and had been red at the first sight of her.

They hug, kiss.

He could have told him he missed the girl very, very much.

Then her hand touched the scar on his chest, and suddenly he woke up.

He’s a half-legged man dragged by the devil in hell.

And she, today, is her wedding, and she has a husband who loves her and will be happy and secure for the rest of her life.

Son-shin pushed her away, sat up and slapped himself hard.

Six.

He has always thought that this is a gift from heaven.

Otherwise, it would not be possible to explain why he had only moved on to her or why she had always waited for and cared for him.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and he never imagined a life map, and she brought it to him.

Little home, cats, pots, sunshine.

Most importantly, have her.

Whether she wakes up in the morning with her hair loose and awakening, or she’s getting back on her feet, she’s cute.

He can’t stop smiling when he’s on the road.

It’s the greatest surprise of all.

As the man’s family and friends at the banquet said, the knowledge is indeed too thin.

She wanted to make up for what she had missed.

In cleaning the room, he discovered the medication she used to stabilize her emotions and alleviate sleep disorders.

But she didn’t tell him, so he pretended he didn’t find out.

It was only late at night, when she cried his name in her dreams, and Shin Song remembered the medicine.

He was reminded over and over again how she suffered and how she suffered in the two years he was “dead”.

He never told her that if she had not stopped him on that day in the house, he would have disappeared into the sea.

Because before she was met, he had arranged for himself to end in the same fate.

The one who stood him out of hell was her love.

He didn’t plan for his future, except for her.

Sung Shin’s life is divided by 28 years of age.

Before he was 28 years old, he lived to defeat a drug cartel.

After 28, he lived for the girl who pulled him out of the abyss.

7

But God made a cruel joke.

This is about the closest to a successful moment in Song’s life, where he and she have a home and a secure job.

The baby that is about to be born is also delivered by godmothers and godfathers, who have been given the lock on their lives.

Music, videos of all kinds of fetalism are shown at home in all directions.

If you walk, you’ll talk to the baby.

“Baby, you really want ice cream, right? But Dad won’t let me. What should I do? I’m sorry.

He lost his smile and gave in to the noble pregnant woman, who bought a box of ice cream in the winter and gave her a taste.

It seems that money, violence, blood are far from his life.

He was infected and began to imagine a family of three.

Xiao Xiao Xing was so excited to buy cotton cloth for his own work, that he was in trouble, that he picked up the needle and sewd a little dress.

The next day I woke up and looked at that dress, and I had to make two more for the adults.

“That’s how our three sons and daughters pretend to be. I’m sorry.

As a result, the hands with the used pistols and daggers had to pick up the light at night to sew up the group of children said to ” hide Daddy’s love and the baby will love it”.

At times like this, there’s always a little bit of a trickle-down in the smile.

But he’s so happy.

Later, in front of her grave, he burned all three beautiful clothes of different sizes.

Together with the remains of Zhou Xian, she had a love letter with tears and a photograph of him with her.

Burn him, burn him to a child who has not met him, and burn himself in advance.

They will be reunited soon, and he is sure.

8

Just as it was impossible to remember the details of what had happened in the evening when the shots had been fired, so could Shin-sun.

He asked the psychiatrist, “Is there any way to remember all of this? I’m sorry.

The psychologist said, “This is the brain’s self-preservation, and if you want to be forced to remember it, it will hurt you. I’m sorry.

He said, “It doesn’t matter. I have to remember. I’m sorry.

Psychologists don’t understand.

I saw this skinny man laughing at the window, and it was so sad.

He said, “This is the last picture she left me, and I have to remember.” I’m sorry.

The psychologist did not know whether he had finally recalled every detail, but she knew that if the man, Sung-shin, had recalled the images of his wife ‘ s death over and over again, he would surely be in a long and indomitable state of suffering.

Shin Song suspended his treatment and never returned.

The last person who has an impression on Shinshin Song should be the administrator of a cemetery in Nanjing.

In non-annual cases, cemetery visitors are scarce.

It rained so badly that no one came to visit.

The admin listens to the radio and falls asleep.

And then the glass banged.

He saw a young man standing at the door with a black umbrella and his pants were wet.

The administrator kept him posted.

He noticed that this young man, Son-shin, came with a box of cake and asked, “Is it your family’s birthday?” I’m sorry.

“It’s my wife’s birthday today.” I’m sorry.

He was laughing, but the administrator thought he was saying something wrong.

It’s on the radio. It’s the police booth.

And he who turns and sings, “Whatever is born, cannot die, and what is not reborn, is not right.”

The young man was standing there as if he had some memories, and it took a long time to remember the pen.

“I’m going first. He says:

The manager came to the door and saw him in the rain.

As if there was only one behind him between heaven and earth and between mountains.

The manager couldn’t recall the song he heard in the ’70s or ’80s.

Oh, remember.

I traveled alone, and did not have to send each other.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.