He is shocked, his hands sleeve on the dress pocket, squinting at me and said nothing. 

Finally, I hear his laughter and then, he used a kind of floating and superior voice answered me: "I think I saw a very cheap the friendship, the friendship to blindly want to manipulate the feelings of others. You tell me, why I accept your request. To be frank with you, my good friend don't have any feeling for you." 

"Then will you let her go, ok?" 

"I never asked her how, she is she leaned in." He coldly say, stiff tone up, seems to have tired of to the extreme, turned his head away and never look back. 

"Hello, Gao Mutong, you is to take advantage of her, isn't it? Do you want to use her foreign identity to help you leave the position of the crown." Saw that he did not listen to me, I am impatient to get up, also did not want to put more things come out. 

This sentence successfully nailed him like a nail in the empty corridors, soon he spun, pendency head looked at me, it seems that he is angry, I heard he murmured, "you long listening ears, right? So, are you trying to threaten me? Whatever you. However, you still continue to work hard for the friendship you cheap, let your friends in the middle of the night 12 o 'clock to leave me, otherwise, I will do what I want, and don't feel guilty at all." 

In his pocket, looked at his hands sleeve head also don't back to leave, my heart is burning with anger, the world how can have so arrogant, self-centered, selfish man? His side doesn't make sense, however, don't, I really want to look at Sue Sue became a tool he used? Again, this is just the beginning, make big events, embalm the madness of the media will let Sue Sue? And, more importantly, how can Sue Sue suffer tong do not really treat her reality? 

I don't Sue Sue suffer, no matter use what method, I have to help her. 

Time in the night goes by quickly, as if only just a blink of the eye, just arrived at midnight. 

Scene only a dance, and I clumsily stepped on his foot on each step of the way, is really embarrassed. So I swore later killed also no longer dance. He kindly said that you can teach me, but I know, with the arms don't belong to me. 

Behind of the time I was at Sue Sue's side, like a hedgehog turned up body, determined to protect the roses around the field, if you have any what actions that tong came over, I don't rule out that they may be a savage woman, give him some Chinese kung fu to see see. But he has always stood at a distance, and then critically accept a beauty, walked down a dance gracefully. 

Until at midnight, I was confused about, had not found out what he want to use mode using the Sue Sue for his purpose. 

Is nervous stared at him, and suddenly my ears ball MC's voice: "the classmate of everyone, exciting moment finally arrived, the midnight coming, the bell of the moment, we will according to the traditional national university to play with you a 12 seconds heart kissing game." 

After heard the voice, full-court outcry in the ballroom, excited screams like a volcano bursting out. I'm a little confused, don't know what these people excited. 

Just MC mentioned at the national university of tradition, sorry to say that I have been busy playing my two jobs, even the books knowledge learned so-so, for books but also don't know anything. I panic to look around, I saw men and women began to mate actively. 

"I'm going to countdown. Remind our gentlemen, be sure to pay special attention to your date, don't steal by others close to ah! Ten, nine,..." 

Steal to kiss? Tong said yesterday the kiss you mean this? Sure enough, I saw tong briskly walked to come over, he was not far from us, as if suddenly appeared in front of me and Sue Sue. 

Sue Sue one night unhappy, but at the minute excitement ying ying a tearful eyes, looked at the full of silently near prince of gardenia, all is no sweet without sweat expression on his face. 

Oh my god oh my god, what should I do, I do to save her, she has had a fire burn us, best death expression of regret. 

"Four, three,..." My hands clench fist nervously. 

Suddenly, I saw tong eyes flashing, I don't know whether my illusion, I feel he is look at me, then, he had to me... 

At this time, 1 of "pa", the lights of the whole group went out, the midnight bell rang dully: "when, when......" 

In the darkness, I felt a fresh fragrance of gardenia hit up, then, one hands accurately buckle my waist, and a sound gently floating down from my head: "you really make me disappointed, not to say that want to help your friend? How to still like a fool to stand here? I can't see the past, such a great friendship." 

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"How... now... to now you have to care, don't want to recognize the son?" 

A beautiful and charming eyes on the light water mist. 

"Not so, I really for pride in his son. Proud proud!" 

He hurriedly explanation. 

"Mom, you said that uncle - this is --" 

YinChenXi surprised the zheng big eyes. It is no wonder that he will guard in the first aid outside, it is no wonder that he just can so desperately to protect themselves. 

The blood had thickened like, only tears stream flowing as bright. 

"......" 

YinChenXi not language tears to flow. 

"Morning hee." XiaLiang vivid feeling of call his name. 

"Dad --" 

"The son --" 

He will be a demon eyes as charming young invaded arms, with tears in her eyes. 

The late to embrace ah, they all have been waiting for a good many years. 

The bed Yin meimei happy smiled. She run out strength, his hand, touch her deep love two men. 

At this moment. 

All the light as if at the same time into her, then she penetration... 

Ward door. 

In the gym's lu that had XiaTeng sichuan, hurriedly take a taxi to the hospital, and from shrinking have confirmed his guess. 

Hate like climbing plant in the bottom of my heart mad and growth. 

The original mother alive, every time I see my father listen to a beautiful song just can't help but cry, because it! 

Hate ah - only wish ah - will you kill -- 

The mother and child is his curse? A robbed him of his father, a robbed him of his girl. Even if let him ten thousand times also not enough trap to feel avenged. 

Under the dim light, he light chestnut hair shining with glaring star mans. Sculptural face, suddenly, raise the ghostly smile. 

Lip diamond, follow the light out evil. 

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With trembling hands out of the mobile phone, aimed at the door, took a touching scene. 

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"Hum, do the price of male leading role is to be latent rules, you be careful, she will be that you......" 

Lee mirth. 

FengFeng the province up myself and he unconsciously as usual general began to speak. That is one thousand times determined to ignore him, why and forget? 

She immediately shut up for silence, and a pair of light appearance. 

"FengFeng, you say me to go or not?" 

"To you." 

And forget not ignore his determination, she still can't help open: "this is good, do not miss your chance to ah, indefinite just overnight now. A lot of people dream of hope not to come. Besides, even if be latent rules, but also her latent rules, what! There is a big millionaire those named li account, which is on the youth alongside a rich old woman, the old woman died, huge heritage left him, and now he is in China? And twenties little sister piles to them gather together, afraid of what... and, one thousand, she doesn't latent rules you, don't you just made?" 

He saw her off a pair of pretty appearance, and aerobic is funny, this woman is like this, don't bear grudges, forgetfulness, a little while and restore the loss of their true. 

In fact, as long as she would like to, every day to give her loss a few words and have what relation? 

His mood relaxed a little: "that I will go to?" 

"Go to, why not? Such a good chance." 

"Do you agree with? I just decided to go." 

FengFeng realized that his was he tied up, wish, it's none of my bussiness. You love to go not to go. And pulled the quilt cover ignore him. 

LiHuan see her that move, is normal FengFeng, in the heart feeling unceasingly: oneself most is the brain went wrong, bettered have to base, should want to see the woman has been maneating nature, otherwise, will be upset. 

"FengFeng, they want me to go to what 'super handsome boy' draft, what is this?" 

FengFeng again interest, hateful LiHuan, clearly know oneself gossip, partial to again and again in their own face premise gossip. It seems, ChenJie would force holds LiHuan ah. 

LiHuan to himself: "this is what morals of the world? The man's appearance also took money, 'super handsome boy'..." 

"Far more than the world? Ancient man face can also money, such as PanAn, song yu, sima xiangru's... they are The Times' super handsome boy". LiHuan, go, you will have a lot of fans, the beauty that's harem than you more than three thousand ten times as much as one hundred times..." 

"Really?" He uncertainty, "it will be very trouble?" 

She ask: "do you really want to go?" 

His face turned red once: "I always know what I do is what, how to succeed, you must not know things fall by the wayside..." 

She was going to looking to taunt him a few words, but, thought that he took the memory of one thousand incredibly still have such good state of mind, and actively into the world, do like what, his attitude towards life may also as his positive, what qualifications ridiculed him? 

LiHuan think of anything, show their id card: "FengFeng, you see." 

FengFeng overjoyed, LiHuan finally become a "modern", YeXiaoBo even back to him in make a residence booklet. She peered at the small id, found LiHuan even as also according the standard quite good, the in the mind boss defy spirit, his id card why so like a big head doll very ugly? 

She handed back to him: "oh, really ugly." 

"Really? I also feel very ugly, than I am ugly many." 

Intentionally! Must be intentionally show off his handsome! Essence is long to the human body up, so heart like big radish so empty it. FengFeng hate to internal injury, and don't want to ignore him. 

"FengFeng, I add drama, also added a lot of money, you feel it, enough to cure your disease......" 

She looked at him with a card, know he going at night made the cost of hope, even face need operation costs also ask clear, ready. 

She muffled way: "LiHuan, you now have your id card, to do card, your money to save his own account. You don't use my card, you take the money out, put the card also I......" 

LiHuan eyes a stare: "your card is my card. Later, my money in it, and there has been above, you tube me!" 

FengFeng gas to speak. 

She is the more angry, the more he happy, no longer play tricks on her, she began to tell her the entertainment gossip, and even about their didn't answer the phone reason, about Fanny was made dozens of things. 

FengFeng although as early as in daily on see, but, where such as LiHuan be personally on the scene, speak so vivid? In the quilt pricked his ears and listened to a, thought: Fanny really miserable, the man's wife also not easy, ah, is a woman woman, culprit men go into hiding, don't know and to provoke with which the youth herself.? Beautiful woman through the war in return for your needs, the wife of dump hit the play that, it is helpless. Well, get hurt of always woman. She was heard YeXiaoBo unexpectedly to Fanny no matter regardless of, can't help greatly surprised. 

She was suddenly comb a strange idea: 

LiHuan and Fanny actually is quite right. One is a tyrant, one is the plum flower, two people can be perfect combination. Unfortunately, LiHuan now come down in the world, the actress married within the giants is feasible, but want to marry a poor man, ah, LiHuan'd better don't wishful thinking the. Or he later made a fortune to say again. 

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LiHuan see her in a daze, thinking that she was angry himself did not answer the call, the in the mind guilt, low voice: "FengFeng, if I knew you are that kind of situation, will come back as soon as possible... I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." 

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"Mom why do you say that? My cousin's death while in the heart to leave scar, but that in the past for so many years, this remove it should also remove the, how can become like mother said so serious?!" 

Mother must be overrated, she thought. 

"Maybe mom some extreme. Don't take it to heart, then do it I guess." 

Xiao yu QiaoSong tone, in the heart of the city of L is looking forward to do. 

Xiao yu Joe stood in the family before mansion, silently waiting for. 

House, as always, no change. Looming ivory solemn house, the water to the walls of the vase, cut meticulous cedar, sending out light in the air a faint fragrance... She even think big locust tree in the squat the bird was 16 years ago that only... 

Does not change, xiao yu Joe thought, as her memory of Yang's mansion, solemn and quiet. Time is here, as if set general. 

Only to her perception of the passage of time, it is already change face of porter. That is a young and arrogant attitude, in she told him she was ZhengQing niece before, he actually in a defiant stare at her. 

Lao zhang retirement! Xiao yu Joe sighed, what time is the past, inevitably changed some things. 

Her heart was up in. 

A rush of honk since Joe xiao yu rang behind. 

Xiao yu Joe let to the side door side, curious to spy out the car, but the relationship between the sunlight, so that she could not see the car. 

"Who are you? Stand in the stem what?" The car out of a man, without scruple to look at her. He said the side edge came up to her and stopped in front of her. 

His eyes narrowed, long and close eyelash almost let a person can't see his eyes. 

"I am to HeShou uncle." Xiao yu Joe quietly smile, a pair of eyes bent ChengXinYue, "my name is ZhengXiaoQiao." 

He has a pair of charming eyes, fair skin, cold ao and expensive gas manner. 

Xiao yu Joe silently thinking. 

He stood silently, on the face is buoying smile, "I'm YangDingYu. You why not a prophet will be a sound, that I may go to the airport to meet you." YangDingYu way. 

Xiao yu Joe shocked to think, he and her memory of how different. He is young, young age - he is twenty-eight years old - but it is not young, on the contrary feel he is mature. 

"The second cousin." Xiao yu Joe heart quite sour to call way, if big cousin live, appears in front of the two is the same face. 

"Aunt recently how the body, are you ok?" 

"Mother body much better, just shoulds not be long journey, so, I will have my own come." 

YangDingYu nodded, and turned to the iron gate. 

"Porter to the inner Chambers for womenfolk." Xiao yu Joe saw him and watch is in the clouds, can't help interpretation. 

This is some worry, listen to xiao yu Joe so say, YangDingYu but sorry up. His original is kind, afraid she stood outside time is too long, it's unbearably hot. She said so, but like his impatient. 

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"Don't get me wrong, I am worried about you so long time, the body will be uncomfortable." He explained. 

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Otherwise healthy mother, suddenly a serious illness, checked into the hospital, and need to. Is in adolescence is still in school children, learning and mental problems, needs and the teacher and the children communication, the job at hand from the need to complete the days are very close in the... Every this a variety of, how a "busy" word get ah. 

Busy, increasingly feel time steps was too rapid a. Helter skelter to faint day faint, born in a tired and fretful, thousand thousand eyes in mind the word of a place still light up. 

If I have thousand thousand eyes, that this how beautiful it is. 

When I put my own idea to friends, friends laugh: "you this man also is really strange, what s still a romantic rambling? 

I know a friend smile never malicious, and my heart is still difficult to like this word. 

Or a little girl, first from the old man there has listened to the thousands of thousands of eyes guanyin bodhisattva story, they told the thousand thousand eyes infinitely envy and fear. Assume the thousand thousand eyes can try reading room things change and perspective the vast world of mortals, and purdue beings all-loving guanyin bodhisattva is a hero. 

Somes again big, finally know it was just a nothing romantic myth just. Just hand and eye concept, in my eyes always with a warm, flash love luster. At first, a toddler, accidentally fell to the ground, is dad's strong large will I lift up, is the mother's hand put my tears gently wipe away. Ill have a fever, murkily deep sleep, often the eyes see is the parents that deeply worried concerned eyes. 

Later, in high school when a write the father's hand mother's eye "composition, is deep the teacher's praise, I fell in love with this word, follow the goddess of literature has infatuation does not change. 

Thank god give me a pair of fairly lady's hand and a pair of can see chunhuaqiuyue four seasons scenery eyes. 

I use the hand, for the mother end a bowl of warm heart of hot tea, for the father of this wine, a cup of blessing for lover weave a warm sweater, for children sew on the strike off down the button for my students write down by sincere comments, I use the hand pick up trash cans, remove the edge of residential area road of snow... 

As for the eyes, I don't want to try reading room vicissitudes of life, the ups and downs, because I have no so strong, my heart is very fragile, I can't do that be cynical wise men. I don't want to use to look at the sky clouds scud idle roll, before court flower, because I have no so open-minded, my heart's still a little desire, I can't do it as still as the water stop. 

I'm not afraid of being laughed at my shortsighted. 

I just want to use my eyes look warm I love relatives, I just want to look in my eyes vision, can do in the face of a pair of eyes, not disregard for help to go away, but with the upsurge of good gathered to have temperature attention and assist, good. White poplar eyes 

Walk in the ring road, a gust of wind blow, you a piece of white poplar leaves fall on the head. I suddenly suddenly wake up like realized, it is a year autumn came. The trees and the more the annual growth rings. 

Living in the western border of the land to the tree generation a special liking. In residential areas, in farmland side, the side of the road, they will try to plant the tree rows lines. Because trees make life in this little rain in the drought environment was moist, heart a little some comfort and rely on. By guarding parents as an example, I this army offspring, the tree also has a special emotion. 

Remember as early as in high school, when they hear the teacher speak analysis after Mr MAO dun the alamo praise "later, feel that I began to admire standing between the heaven and earth plants peerless tree. If the MAO dun's praises the tree big and tall and tall and straight, so QinMu "banyan" is praise for trees and lush rose. Then read the ShuTing blockbusters "to oak", understand the tree as love and female independent personality image, I love the more trees. Often go outing time, always looking for a tree place as, or standing under the tree, or leaning against a tree and, friends have fooled way: the man is dye-in-the-wood "ShuChi" ah. 

Love more than of a tree, I always put their imagination to acme. I want to later became the tree plants, trees ancestors, must be the most sensitive sunshine rain and dew, its root system must also and land mother most close contact, therefore, it can have the sweltering heat resistance of winter, also can have a natural resistance to heavy rain, in those sunny soft wind blow gently warm and fine day can lose no time to grow, suction foot nature to nutrient, once effeminate stalks thick solid up. Things change, natural selection, it should withstand the test of the natural evolution, and finally into a tree, become a unique natural landscape. 

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Revolving these thoughts, he strolled on near the railings of the quay, broad-chested, without a stoop, as though his big shoulders had never felt the burden of the loads that must be carried between the cradle and the grave. No single betraying fold or line of care disfigured the reposeful modeling of his face. It was full and untanned; and the upper part emerged, massively quiet, out of the downward flow of silvery hair, with the striking delicacy of its clear complexion and the powerful width of the forehead. The first cast of his glance fell on you candid and swift, like a boy’s; but because of the ragged snowy thatch of the eyebrows the affability of his attention acquired the character of a dark and searching scrutiny. With age he had put on flesh a little, had increased his girth like an old tree presenting no symptoms of decay; and even the opulent, lustrous ripple of white hairs upon his chest seemed an attribute of unquenchable vitality and vigor.

Once rather proud of his great bodily strength, and even of his personal appearance, conscious of his worth, and firm in his rectitude, there had remained to him, like the heritage of departed prosperity, the tranquil bearing of a man who had proved himself fit in every sort of way for the life of his choice. He strode on squarely under the projecting brim of an ancient Panama hat. It had a low crown, a crease through its whole diameter, a narrow black ribbon. Imperishable and a little discolored, this headgear made it easy to pick him out from afar on thronged wharves and in the busy streets. He had never adopted the comparatively modern fashion of pipeclayed cork helmets. He disliked the form; and he hoped he could manage to keep a cool head to the end of his life without all these contrivances for hygienic ventilation. His hair was cropped close, his linen always of immaculate whiteness; a suit of thin gray flannel, worn threadbare but scrupulously brushed, floated about his burly limbs, adding to his bulk by the looseness of its cut. The years had mellowed the good-humored, imperturbable audacity of his prime into a temper carelessly serene; and the leisurely tapping of his iron-shod stick accompanied his footfalls with a self-confident sound on the flagstones. It was impossible to connect such a fine presence and this unruffled aspect with the belittling troubles of poverty; the man’s whole existence appeared to pass before you, facile and large, in the freedom of means as ample as the clothing of his body.

The irrational dread of having to break into his five hundred pounds for personal expenses in the hotel disturbed the steady poise of his mind. There was no time to lose. The bill was running up. He nourished the hope that this five hundred would perhaps be the means, if everything else failed, of obtaining some work which, keeping his body and soul together (not a matter of great outlay), would enable him to be of use to his daughter. To his mind it was her own money which he employed, as it were, in backing her father and solely for her benefit. Once at work, he would help her with the greater part of his earnings; he was good for many years yet, and this boarding-house business, he argued to himself, whatever the prospects, could not be much of a gold-mine from the first start. But what work? He was ready to lay hold of anything in an honest way so that it came quickly to his hand; because the five hundred pounds must be preserved intact for eventual use. That was the great point. With the entire five hundred one felt a substance at one’s back; but it seemed to him that should he let it dwindle to four-fifty or even four-eighty, all the efficiency would be gone out of the money, as though there were some magic power in the round figure. But what sort of work?

Confronted by that haunting question as by an uneasy ghost, for whom he had no exorcising formula, Captain Whalley stopped short on the apex of a small bridge spanning steeply the bed of a canalized creek with granite shores. Moored between the square blocks a sea-going Malay prau floated half hidden under the arch of masonry, with her spars lowered down, without a sound of life on board, and covered from stem to stern with a ridge of palm-leaf mats. He had left behind him the overheated pavements bordered by the stone frontages that, like the sheer face of cliffs, followed the sweep of the quays; and an unconfined spaciousness of orderly and sylvan aspect opened before him its wide plots of rolled grass, like pieces of green carpet smoothly pegged out, its long ranges of trees lined up in colossal porticos of dark shafts roofed with a vault of branches.

Some of these avenues ended at the sea. It was a terraced shore; and beyond, upon the level expanse, profound and glistening like the gaze of a dark-blue eye, an oblique band of stippled purple lengthened itself indefinitely through the gap between a couple of verdant twin islets. The masts and spars of a few ships far away, hull down in the outer roads, sprang straight from the water in a fine maze of rosy lines penciled on the clear shadow of the eastern board. Captain Whalley gave them a long glance. The ship, once his own, was anchored out there. It was staggering to think that it was open to him no longer to take a boat at the jetty and get himself pulled off to her when the evening came. To no ship. Perhaps never more. Before the sale was concluded, and till the purchase-money had been paid, he had spent daily some time on board the Fair Maid. The money had been paid this very morning, and now, all at once, there was positively no ship that he could go on board of when he liked; no ship that would need his presence in order to do her work — to live. It seemed an incredible state of affairs, something too bizarre to last. And the sea was full of craft of all sorts. There was that prau lying so still swathed in her shroud of sewn palm-leaves — she too had her indispensable man. They lived through each other, this Malay he had never seen, and this high-sterned thing of no size that seemed to be resting after a long journey. And of all the ships in sight, near and far, each was provided with a man, the man without whom the finest ship is a dead thing, a floating and purposeless log.

After his one glance at the roadstead he went on, since there was nothing to turn back for, and the time must be got through somehow. The avenues of big trees ran straight over the Esplanade, cutting each other at diverse angles, columnar below and luxuriant above. The interlaced boughs high up there seemed to slumber; not a leaf stirred overhead: and the reedy cast-iron lamp-posts in the middle of the road, gilt like scepters, diminished in a long perspective, with their globes of white porcelain atop, resembling a barbarous decoration of ostriches’ eggs displayed in a row. The flaming sky kindled a tiny crimson spark upon the glistening surface of each glassy shell.

With his chin sunk a little, his hands behind his back, and the end of his stick marking the gravel with a faint wavering line at his heels, Captain Whalley reflected that if a ship without a man was like a body without a soul, a sailor without a ship was of not much more account in this world than an aimless log adrift upon the sea. The log might be sound enough by itself, tough of fiber, and hard to destroy — but what of that! And a sudden sense of irremediable idleness weighted his feet like a great fatigue.

A succession of open carriages came bowling along the newly opened sea-road. You could see across the wide grass-plots the discs of vibration made by the spokes. The bright domes of the parasols swayed lightly outwards like full-blown blossoms on the rim of a vase; and the quiet sheet of dark-blue water, crossed by a bar of purple, made a background for the spinning wheels and the high action of the horses, whilst the turbaned heads of the Indian servants elevated above the line of the sea horizon glided rapidly on the paler blue of the sky. In an open space near the little bridge each turn-out trotted smartly in a wide curve away from the sunset; then pulling up sharp, entered the main alley in a long slow-moving file with the great red stillness of the sky at the back. The trunks of mighty trees stood all touched with red on the same side, the air seemed aflame under the high foliage, the very ground under the hoofs of the horses was red. The wheels turned solemnly; one after another the sunshades drooped, folding their colors like gorgeous flowers shutting their petals at the end of the day. In the whole half-mile of human beings no voice uttered a distinct word, only a faint thudding noise went on mingled with slight jingling sounds, and the motionless heads and shoulders of men and women sitting in couples emerged stolidly above the lowered hoods — as if wooden. But one carriage and pair coming late did not join the line.

It fled along in a noiseless roll; but on entering the avenue one of the dark bays snorted, arching his neck and shying against the steel-tipped pole; a flake of foam fell from the bit upon the point of a satiny shoulder, and the dusky face of the coachman leaned forward at once over the hands taking a fresh grip of the reins. It was a long dark-green landau, having a dignified and buoyant motion between the sharply curved C-springs, and a sort of strictly official majesty in its supreme elegance. It seemed more roomy than is usual, its horses seemed slightly bigger, the appointments a shade more perfect, the servants perched somewhat higher on the box. The dresses of three women — two young and pretty, and one, handsome, large, of mature age — seemed to fill completely the shallow body of the carriage. The fourth face was that of a man, heavy lidded, distinguished and sallow, with a somber, thick, iron-gray imperial and mustaches, which somehow had the air of solid appendages. His Excellency —

The rapid motion of that one equipage made all the others appear utterly inferior, blighted, and reduced to crawl painfully at a snail’s pace. The landau distanced the whole file in a sort of sustained rush; the features of the occupant whirling out of sight left behind an impression of fixed stares and impassive vacancy; and after it had vanished in full flight as it were, notwithstanding the long line of vehicles hugging the curb at a walk, the whole lofty vista of the avenue seemed to lie open and emptied of life in the enlarged impression of an august solitude.

Captain Whalley had lifted his head to look, and his mind, disturbed in its meditation, turned with wonder (as men’s minds will do) to matters of no importance. It struck him that it was to this port, where he had just sold his last ship, that he had come with the very first he had ever owned, and with his head full of a plan for opening a new trade with a distant part of the Archipelago. The then governor had given him no end of encouragement. No Excellency he — this Mr. Denham — this governor with his jacket off; a man who tended night and day, so to speak, the growing prosperity of the settlement with the self-forgetful devotion of a nurse for a child she loves; a lone bachelor who lived as in a camp with the few servants and his three dogs in what was called then the Government Bungalow: a low-roofed structure on the half-cleared slope of a hill, with a new flagstaff in front and a police orderly on the veranda. He remembered toiling up that hill under a heavy sun for his audience; the unfurnished aspect of the cool shaded room; the long table covered at one end with piles of papers, and with two guns, a brass telescope, a small bottle of oil with a feather stuck in the neck at the other — and the flattering attention given to him by the man in power. It was an undertaking full of risk he had come to expound, but a twenty minutes’ talk in the Government Bungalow on the hill had made it go smoothly from the start. And as he was retiring Mr. Denham, already seated before the papers, called out after him, “Next month the Dido starts for a cruise that way, and I shall request her captain officially to give you a look in and see how you get on.” The Dido was one of the smart frigates on the China station — and five-and-thirty years make a big slice of time. Five-and-thirty years ago an enterprise like his had for the colony enough importance to be looked after by a Queen’s ship. A big slice of time. Individuals were of some account then. Men like himself; men, too, like poor Evans, for instance, with his red face, his coal-black whiskers, and his restless eyes, who had set up the first patent slip for repairing small ships, on the edge of the forest, in a lonely bay three miles up the coast. Mr. Denham had encouraged that enterprise too, and yet somehow poor Evans had ended by dying at home deucedly hard up. His son, they said, was squeezing oil out of cocoa-nuts for a living on some God-forsaken islet of the Indian Ocean; but it was from that patent slip in a lonely wooded bay that had sprung the workshops of the Consolidated Docks Company, with its three graving basins carved out of solid rock, its wharves, its jetties, its electric-light plant, its steam-power houses — with its gigantic sheer-legs, fit to lift the heaviest weight ever carried afloat, and whose head could be seen like the top of a queer white monument peeping over bushy points of land and sandy promontories, as you approached the New Harbor from the west.

There had been a time when men counted: there were not so many carriages in the colony then, though Mr. Denham, he fancied, had a buggy. And Captain Whalley seemed to be swept out of the great avenue by the swirl of a mental backwash. He remembered muddy shores, a harbor without quays, the one solitary wooden pier (but that was a public work) jutting out crookedly, the first coal-sheds erected on Monkey Point, that caught fire mysteriously and smoldered for days, so that amazed ships came into a roadstead full of sulphurous smoke, and the sun hung blood-red at midday. He remembered the things, the faces, and something more besides — like the faint flavor of a cup quaffed to the bottom, like a subtle sparkle of the air that was not to be found in the atmosphere of to-day.

In this evocation, swift and full of detail like a flash of magnesium light into the niches of a dark memorial hall, Captain Whalley contemplated things once important, the efforts of small men, the growth of a great place, but now robbed of all consequence by the greatness of accomplished facts, by hopes greater still; and they gave him for a moment such an almost physical grip upon time, such a comprehension of our unchangeable feelings, that he stopped short, struck the ground with his stick, and ejaculated mentally, “What the devil am I doing here!” He seemed lost in a sort of surprise; but he heard his name called out in wheezy tones once, twice — and turned on his heels slowly.

He beheld then, waddling towards him autocratically, a man of an old-fashioned and gouty aspect, with hair as white as his own, but with shaved, florid cheeks, wearing a necktie — almost a neckcloth — whose stiff ends projected far beyond his chin; with round legs, round arms, a round body, a round face — generally producing the effect of his short figure having been distended by means of an air-pump as much as the seams of his clothing would stand. This was the Master-Attendant of the port. A master-attendant is a superior sort of harbor-master; a person, out in the East, of some consequence in his sphere; a Government official, a magistrate for the waters of the port, and possessed of vast but ill-defined disciplinary authority over seamen of all classes. This particular Master-Attendant was reported to consider it miserably inadequate, on the ground that it did not include the power of life and death. This was a jocular exaggeration. Captain Eliott was fairly satisfied with his position, and nursed no inconsiderable sense of such power as he had. His conceited and tyrannical disposition did not allow him to let it dwindle in his hands for want of use. The uproarious, choleric frankness of his comments on people’s character and conduct caused him to be feared at bottom; though in conversation many pretended not to mind him in the least, others would only smile sourly at the mention of his name, and there were even some who dared to pronounce him “a meddlesome old ruffian.” But for almost all of them one of Captain Eliott’s outbreaks was nearly as distasteful to face as a chance of annihilation.

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Revolving these thoughts, he strolled on near the railings of the quay, broad-chested, without a stoop, as though his big shoulders had never felt the burden of the loads that must be carried between the cradle and the grave. No single betraying fold or line of care disfigured the reposeful modeling of his face. It was full and untanned; and the upper part emerged, massively quiet, out of the downward flow of silvery hair, with the striking delicacy of its clear complexion and the powerful width of the forehead. The first cast of his glance fell on you candid and swift, like a boy’s; but because of the ragged snowy thatch of the eyebrows the affability of his attention acquired the character of a dark and searching scrutiny. With age he had put on flesh a little, had increased his girth like an old tree presenting no symptoms of decay; and even the opulent, lustrous ripple of white hairs upon his chest seemed an attribute of unquenchable vitality and vigor.

Once rather proud of his great bodily strength, and even of his personal appearance, conscious of his worth, and firm in his rectitude, there had remained to him, like the heritage of departed prosperity, the tranquil bearing of a man who had proved himself fit in every sort of way for the life of his choice. He strode on squarely under the projecting brim of an ancient Panama hat. It had a low crown, a crease through its whole diameter, a narrow black ribbon. Imperishable and a little discolored, this headgear made it easy to pick him out from afar on thronged wharves and in the busy streets. He had never adopted the comparatively modern fashion of pipeclayed cork helmets. He disliked the form; and he hoped he could manage to keep a cool head to the end of his life without all these contrivances for hygienic ventilation. His hair was cropped close, his linen always of immaculate whiteness; a suit of thin gray flannel, worn threadbare but scrupulously brushed, floated about his burly limbs, adding to his bulk by the looseness of its cut. The years had mellowed the good-humored, imperturbable audacity of his prime into a temper carelessly serene; and the leisurely tapping of his iron-shod stick accompanied his footfalls with a self-confident sound on the flagstones. It was impossible to connect such a fine presence and this unruffled aspect with the belittling troubles of poverty; the man’s whole existence appeared to pass before you, facile and large, in the freedom of means as ample as the clothing of his body.

The irrational dread of having to break into his five hundred pounds for personal expenses in the hotel disturbed the steady poise of his mind. There was no time to lose. The bill was running up. He nourished the hope that this five hundred would perhaps be the means, if everything else failed, of obtaining some work which, keeping his body and soul together (not a matter of great outlay), would enable him to be of use to his daughter. To his mind it was her own money which he employed, as it were, in backing her father and solely for her benefit. Once at work, he would help her with the greater part of his earnings; he was good for many years yet, and this boarding-house business, he argued to himself, whatever the prospects, could not be much of a gold-mine from the first start. But what work? He was ready to lay hold of anything in an honest way so that it came quickly to his hand; because the five hundred pounds must be preserved intact for eventual use. That was the great point. With the entire five hundred one felt a substance at one’s back; but it seemed to him that should he let it dwindle to four-fifty or even four-eighty, all the efficiency would be gone out of the money, as though there were some magic power in the round figure. But what sort of work?

Confronted by that haunting question as by an uneasy ghost, for whom he had no exorcising formula, Captain Whalley stopped short on the apex of a small bridge spanning steeply the bed of a canalized creek with granite shores. Moored between the square blocks a sea-going Malay prau floated half hidden under the arch of masonry, with her spars lowered down, without a sound of life on board, and covered from stem to stern with a ridge of palm-leaf mats. He had left behind him the overheated pavements bordered by the stone frontages that, like the sheer face of cliffs, followed the sweep of the quays; and an unconfined spaciousness of orderly and sylvan aspect opened before him its wide plots of rolled grass, like pieces of green carpet smoothly pegged out, its long ranges of trees lined up in colossal porticos of dark shafts roofed with a vault of branches.

Some of these avenues ended at the sea. It was a terraced shore; and beyond, upon the level expanse, profound and glistening like the gaze of a dark-blue eye, an oblique band of stippled purple lengthened itself indefinitely through the gap between a couple of verdant twin islets. The masts and spars of a few ships far away, hull down in the outer roads, sprang straight from the water in a fine maze of rosy lines penciled on the clear shadow of the eastern board. Captain Whalley gave them a long glance. The ship, once his own, was anchored out there. It was staggering to think that it was open to him no longer to take a boat at the jetty and get himself pulled off to her when the evening came. To no ship. Perhaps never more. Before the sale was concluded, and till the purchase-money had been paid, he had spent daily some time on board the Fair Maid. The money had been paid this very morning, and now, all at once, there was positively no ship that he could go on board of when he liked; no ship that would need his presence in order to do her work — to live. It seemed an incredible state of affairs, something too bizarre to last. And the sea was full of craft of all sorts. There was that prau lying so still swathed in her shroud of sewn palm-leaves — she too had her indispensable man. They lived through each other, this Malay he had never seen, and this high-sterned thing of no size that seemed to be resting after a long journey. And of all the ships in sight, near and far, each was provided with a man, the man without whom the finest ship is a dead thing, a floating and purposeless log.

After his one glance at the roadstead he went on, since there was nothing to turn back for, and the time must be got through somehow. The avenues of big trees ran straight over the Esplanade, cutting each other at diverse angles, columnar below and luxuriant above. The interlaced boughs high up there seemed to slumber; not a leaf stirred overhead: and the reedy cast-iron lamp-posts in the middle of the road, gilt like scepters, diminished in a long perspective, with their globes of white porcelain atop, resembling a barbarous decoration of ostriches’ eggs displayed in a row. The flaming sky kindled a tiny crimson spark upon the glistening surface of each glassy shell.

With his chin sunk a little, his hands behind his back, and the end of his stick marking the gravel with a faint wavering line at his heels, Captain Whalley reflected that if a ship without a man was like a body without a soul, a sailor without a ship was of not much more account in this world than an aimless log adrift upon the sea. The log might be sound enough by itself, tough of fiber, and hard to destroy — but what of that! And a sudden sense of irremediable idleness weighted his feet like a great fatigue.

A succession of open carriages came bowling along the newly opened sea-road. You could see across the wide grass-plots the discs of vibration made by the spokes. The bright domes of the parasols swayed lightly outwards like full-blown blossoms on the rim of a vase; and the quiet sheet of dark-blue water, crossed by a bar of purple, made a background for the spinning wheels and the high action of the horses, whilst the turbaned heads of the Indian servants elevated above the line of the sea horizon glided rapidly on the paler blue of the sky. In an open space near the little bridge each turn-out trotted smartly in a wide curve away from the sunset; then pulling up sharp, entered the main alley in a long slow-moving file with the great red stillness of the sky at the back. The trunks of mighty trees stood all touched with red on the same side, the air seemed aflame under the high foliage, the very ground under the hoofs of the horses was red. The wheels turned solemnly; one after another the sunshades drooped, folding their colors like gorgeous flowers shutting their petals at the end of the day. In the whole half-mile of human beings no voice uttered a distinct word, only a faint thudding noise went on mingled with slight jingling sounds, and the motionless heads and shoulders of men and women sitting in couples emerged stolidly above the lowered hoods — as if wooden. But one carriage and pair coming late did not join the line.

It fled along in a noiseless roll; but on entering the avenue one of the dark bays snorted, arching his neck and shying against the steel-tipped pole; a flake of foam fell from the bit upon the point of a satiny shoulder, and the dusky face of the coachman leaned forward at once over the hands taking a fresh grip of the reins. It was a long dark-green landau, having a dignified and buoyant motion between the sharply curved C-springs, and a sort of strictly official majesty in its supreme elegance. It seemed more roomy than is usual, its horses seemed slightly bigger, the appointments a shade more perfect, the servants perched somewhat higher on the box. The dresses of three women — two young and pretty, and one, handsome, large, of mature age — seemed to fill completely the shallow body of the carriage. The fourth face was that of a man, heavy lidded, distinguished and sallow, with a somber, thick, iron-gray imperial and mustaches, which somehow had the air of solid appendages. His Excellency —

The rapid motion of that one equipage made all the others appear utterly inferior, blighted, and reduced to crawl painfully at a snail’s pace. The landau distanced the whole file in a sort of sustained rush; the features of the occupant whirling out of sight left behind an impression of fixed stares and impassive vacancy; and after it had vanished in full flight as it were, notwithstanding the long line of vehicles hugging the curb at a walk, the whole lofty vista of the avenue seemed to lie open and emptied of life in the enlarged impression of an august solitude.

Captain Whalley had lifted his head to look, and his mind, disturbed in its meditation, turned with wonder (as men’s minds will do) to matters of no importance. It struck him that it was to this port, where he had just sold his last ship, that he had come with the very first he had ever owned, and with his head full of a plan for opening a new trade with a distant part of the Archipelago. The then governor had given him no end of encouragement. No Excellency he — this Mr. Denham — this governor with his jacket off; a man who tended night and day, so to speak, the growing prosperity of the settlement with the self-forgetful devotion of a nurse for a child she loves; a lone bachelor who lived as in a camp with the few servants and his three dogs in what was called then the Government Bungalow: a low-roofed structure on the half-cleared slope of a hill, with a new flagstaff in front and a police orderly on the veranda. He remembered toiling up that hill under a heavy sun for his audience; the unfurnished aspect of the cool shaded room; the long table covered at one end with piles of papers, and with two guns, a brass telescope, a small bottle of oil with a feather stuck in the neck at the other — and the flattering attention given to him by the man in power. It was an undertaking full of risk he had come to expound, but a twenty minutes’ talk in the Government Bungalow on the hill had made it go smoothly from the start. And as he was retiring Mr. Denham, already seated before the papers, called out after him, “Next month the Dido starts for a cruise that way, and I shall request her captain officially to give you a look in and see how you get on.” The Dido was one of the smart frigates on the China station — and five-and-thirty years make a big slice of time. Five-and-thirty years ago an enterprise like his had for the colony enough importance to be looked after by a Queen’s ship. A big slice of time. Individuals were of some account then. Men like himself; men, too, like poor Evans, for instance, with his red face, his coal-black whiskers, and his restless eyes, who had set up the first patent slip for repairing small ships, on the edge of the forest, in a lonely bay three miles up the coast. Mr. Denham had encouraged that enterprise too, and yet somehow poor Evans had ended by dying at home deucedly hard up. His son, they said, was squeezing oil out of cocoa-nuts for a living on some God-forsaken islet of the Indian Ocean; but it was from that patent slip in a lonely wooded bay that had sprung the workshops of the Consolidated Docks Company, with its three graving basins carved out of solid rock, its wharves, its jetties, its electric-light plant, its steam-power houses — with its gigantic sheer-legs, fit to lift the heaviest weight ever carried afloat, and whose head could be seen like the top of a queer white monument peeping over bushy points of land and sandy promontories, as you approached the New Harbor from the west.

There had been a time when men counted: there were not so many carriages in the colony then, though Mr. Denham, he fancied, had a buggy. And Captain Whalley seemed to be swept out of the great avenue by the swirl of a mental backwash. He remembered muddy shores, a harbor without quays, the one solitary wooden pier (but that was a public work) jutting out crookedly, the first coal-sheds erected on Monkey Point, that caught fire mysteriously and smoldered for days, so that amazed ships came into a roadstead full of sulphurous smoke, and the sun hung blood-red at midday. He remembered the things, the faces, and something more besides — like the faint flavor of a cup quaffed to the bottom, like a subtle sparkle of the air that was not to be found in the atmosphere of to-day.

In this evocation, swift and full of detail like a flash of magnesium light into the niches of a dark memorial hall, Captain Whalley contemplated things once important, the efforts of small men, the growth of a great place, but now robbed of all consequence by the greatness of accomplished facts, by hopes greater still; and they gave him for a moment such an almost physical grip upon time, such a comprehension of our unchangeable feelings, that he stopped short, struck the ground with his stick, and ejaculated mentally, “What the devil am I doing here!” He seemed lost in a sort of surprise; but he heard his name called out in wheezy tones once, twice — and turned on his heels slowly.

He beheld then, waddling towards him autocratically, a man of an old-fashioned and gouty aspect, with hair as white as his own, but with shaved, florid cheeks, wearing a necktie — almost a neckcloth — whose stiff ends projected far beyond his chin; with round legs, round arms, a round body, a round face — generally producing the effect of his short figure having been distended by means of an air-pump as much as the seams of his clothing would stand. This was the Master-Attendant of the port. A master-attendant is a superior sort of harbor-master; a person, out in the East, of some consequence in his sphere; a Government official, a magistrate for the waters of the port, and possessed of vast but ill-defined disciplinary authority over seamen of all classes. This particular Master-Attendant was reported to consider it miserably inadequate, on the ground that it did not include the power of life and death. This was a jocular exaggeration. Captain Eliott was fairly satisfied with his position, and nursed no inconsiderable sense of such power as he had. His conceited and tyrannical disposition did not allow him to let it dwindle in his hands for want of use. The uproarious, choleric frankness of his comments on people’s character and conduct caused him to be feared at bottom; though in conversation many pretended not to mind him in the least, others would only smile sourly at the mention of his name, and there were even some who dared to pronounce him “a meddlesome old ruffian.” But for almost all of them one of Captain Eliott’s outbreaks was nearly as distasteful to face as a chance of annihilation.

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If the boy said to the girl: baby on my ten day wife good? The girl hesitated but agreed, in fact the girl heart may still a little boy.

The boy and the girl met for the first time in four years ago, the boy was nineteen years old, seventeen years old girl. When the boy is a bully, you go out with friends through friends know the girl, at the beginning of the boys don't like girls, seen that time never.

After two months the boy who don't want to see son so go on, but also because of a dean relationship boy Godfather and a university well, and take some money to the boy sent to the university to go to school, when school boy on the Internet, on a web site coincidentally met the girls the boy girl chat, feel OK, fine, but it is a little silly easy to trust others, the boy is very clear their friends are what kind of person, so to remind the girls away from them, otherwise easy to lose. They are on the Internet often, for a long time, the girl recognized boy when his brother, but the boy and the girl when younger sister, his heart grievances and loneliness and the girls, girls and boys through chat know the boy had no mother, and is stepmother forced at the age of fourteen to run away from home, and a lot of things boys, and girls know that boys do not see on the surface so strong, in fact, the boy's heart is very fragile, after the girl on the boy is very concerned about the very distressed.

In the online chat for more than three months after the day, the boy said to the girl to girl to be his girlfriend, because childhood no girl so concerned about the boy, so this time the girl concerned about the boy let the boy slowly like a girl, the girl promised him, and told the boy later no matter what happens or what happens there will be the girl with the boy, what are the girl with him to share, then the boy will not feel lonely, I will be in pain in pain you. The boy listened very moved, vowed to protect the girl for a lifetime, will not let the girl was a little hurt ... ... So they began by telephone and network communication. Every day they will play a very long time telephone, each other has could not say the words to share with each other. They want to see each other soon, but they still can't meet them immediately, because each has its own school, the boy just one study is very tight, but the girl is the key high school, not to play truant. So for the time being only by telephone and network connection.

They are happy to pass for two months, probably because not meet again, but the boy met a girl on the Internet, the girl and the boy home is a place, but also in the University, but the boy is not a city, but is also not far away, the boy through chat found the girl know many at home before it is curious, often with the girl, the boy found himself like a girl, this time the boy to girl began to love a ignore.

The boy and the girl met a many month each agreed to meet the time, from their first meeting after the object relation, after they each week holiday will meet, not the girl to boy, is a boy to girl, love for each other is also more and more strong. The boy to the girl also the girl cheated the money to the girl. After a while, the boy felt should be told this story to the girl.

The boy made a phone call to the girl, told the whole thing a girl, the girl didn't say anything, just quietly hung up. The boy was as new girlfriend so they did not care how the girl's feelings, so slowly the girl lost to memory, and new girlfriend happy at the.

When the girls began to listen to everything the boy, is also very concerned about the boy, they place more than half a year, although the period also have trouble when, but always understand each other each other laugh. The girl on the big two, the school is a college girl, have been to university all know that school girl is in the school for two and a half years, then went out to work half a year before graduation, the boy on the freshman, the undergraduate, don't practice enough for four years just graduated. The boy said to the girl, the girl to practice when you do not go to school, with the boy, but the girl was not allowed to go out, because of this practice, they had a quarrel, but soon enough, but also because after this they often quarrel with each other, each other's feelings but also because of the light., so noisy when the girl practice, then they have a year and a half, the boy couldn't just say to the girl I don't let you go out is because too much love you, care about you too, even after the internship will change out to you, you come with me, I have the ability to support you, more power to you to find a good job, but the girl but does not agree, the boy also angry, thought that love each other, why is this pay are not willing to do, so he said to the girl if they break up the girl to practice it, and when she began to the head not language, but finally I chose to go to practice, the boy said nothing and turned back to school.

The boy came back to the school after the in the mind always thinking of the girl, don't worry girl, afraid of girls out a girl, afraid of being bullied. So after two days the boy couldn't help a telephone call to the girl, the girl confessed to let the girl to give him a chance, the boy on the phone and said the girl going to accompany the girl, the girl agreed, and told the boys to her work place, the boy bought a ticket to the girl there, but the boy saw the girl to the nature of work actually and direct marketing, marketing health care products sold almost, deceptive, and a month to seven hundred yuan, sell out the fare to yourself, and to eat and sleep or their own money. The girl working city consumption is very high, the boy once angry, grabbed the girl to bring girls leave, but the girl said nothing, the last boy really angry. The girl said that one is and I go, another you stay here we're completely break up, the girl hesitated for a moment, decided to leave, when the girl turned back at that moment, the boy's heart is broken, is completely broken, the girl's love is dead, the boy would return to school, never mind the class, will find the teacher do not sue, go out to work, want to let oneself forget girl working.

When the boy is working outside and think of the beginning of the girl, the girl what all listen to her, the girl of his good, to his care, the gentle girl, girl 's sensible, all the girls began to emerge in the boy mind, boy want to if is the start of the girl might not abandon their own., but the boy knows, oneself have no face to start in the girl, so only the dead of constantly thinking about them that is not more than two months long communication time, always with a smile.

The boy has a have a fever, burning is very powerful, very afflictive, in the work place to lie down, heart is afflictive, took out mobile phone to find someone to talk to, chat, he is in a daze outgoing call is not with him for a year and a half of the girl's phone, but started the girl the telephone, the girl answered the phone, they each other for a long time did not speak, but the boy spoke first: you okay? Ago. Sorry, can you give me a chance? The girl remained silent for a long time the boy answer: in my heart never stopped, where to start? The boy listened to my heart hurt badly, silent tears, so this one and a half years girls have been waiting for the boy, but the boy was with another woman together, the boy is very hate myself.

The boy was silent for a moment on the girl said sorry, let me this before owe you a lifetime to make it up to you, I will never leave you, even if one day you leave me, I will be lost to all sense of shame to follow you, you are not my. The girl said I love you too, you will fall in love with someone else, why don't you, you are my love. The boy promised when the girls, have the Spring Festival holiday and go to see the girl, the girl is very happy, so the girl gave the boy a chance, the boy said to the girl this time we together maybe I already know the results, but I still will be there to love you, hurt you, give you owe you will be up to you. The girl was very happy. But the boy did not know the girl this year and a half before is bad, every night will a man secretly cry, and the boy the girl borrowed money is all by the girl in the classmates, in order to have money from students, girl to save money on food and expenses for several months before the money. But these girls are not and the boy said, she did not want the boy sad and worried, so happy waiting for the boy to see their own.

When the boys have the Spring Festival holiday, go back and look at the girl, but the girl school also did not leave, the boy had to wait at the school gate girl, think of to see the girl to give the girl a big hug, want to use this to embrace all the previous expression comes out, but when it saw the girl when the boy didn't dare to do so, because they are the first official meeting, they found a hotel, each other said so long time thing, is that some happy things, but no mention of his sad and sad, so they didn't sleep all night, like a close your eyes will lose each other like, the very next day a girl has to go to school, and the boy had to go home, when the boy is faced also said to female: I grew up never trust anyone, including his father and grandmother and Godfather godmother. But after you no matter what I believe, what all believe in you, but there is one thing you must remember, you how headstrong I can tolerate you, but you don't fool me, nothing can be, the girl is happy to agree, and the boy told the girl you in this school I don't trust, after years of school I went back to school to take care of things the school so later to accompany you, will never leave you, we will be together forever, the girl was very happy, very happy.

Over the years the boy back to school to put their things are done, and then go to the city to accompany the girl to girl, they rented a house, every girl school boy in the family put up is very clean, boy, girl is going to school to eat well, then go get the girl back to eat, the students sometimes they will eat out or and girls eat together, each other increasingly inseparable from each other, and love each other more, want to take each other into your body, even if is not willing to separate for a while, the boy and the girl in the girl's classmates and friends or family people are born with a on the match, not long, all the people are envious of their two girl.

They together over a period of time one day a girl school saw the boy holding a bouquet of roses stand at the gate of the school waiting for her, she was very moved, boys and girls go home together, and the first girl to marry him, say you graduate you marry me? I want to marry you, only for us to get married before I rest assured, you really belong to me a person, although now and I together but you still belong to one of your family. The girl promised to the boy, promising to will graduate and get married, the boy is very happy, it should be said that each other very happy. They are happy to live every day, even the smallest angle are rare, and soon the girl to graduation, college entrance examination after the girl's achievement is not very good, boy girl didn't matter anyway, comfort is not on, waiting for me to marry you, but this time the girls he told the boy to her home to let her go to school, and the girls said had never family thought and done something, listen to them once, and after this year I will not read it, we'll get married, no matter you have no money I will marry you, who said I wouldn't listen.

The boy is in a bad mood, my heart is very painful, very afflictive, because he put his love to the girl, and the girl had told him she thought it was really never to think whether the girl will deceive him. That girl promised him he tricked him in, he and the girl broke up, attitude is very firmly, without leaving a little room to the girl, no matter what the girl said although his heart was hurt but he still refused to forgive the girl, the girl is no way home the girl's mother found, girl the mother is very good to the boy, the boy grew up without a mother, never enjoyed maternal love, has never been so hurt himself, heart is unspeakable feeling, when I saw the girl and her mother together his heart melted, the girl's mother told the boy that is home to the elders said, girl there is no way, let her this year you well, and so on . We also ignore her, you love marriage, love their engagement, the boy promised, promised the girls a year, so he and the girl is good, after a few days watching the girls to go to school the boy told the girl, he has to go back to school to do something, and so on through to girl's school with the girl, and then do a car to go back to school, the school has not opening, but also opened soon, the majority of teachers of the school have been To work, the boy found the guide member of them, and said to avoid long, guide told the boy not to, a person can not take a year, said the boy had run out of this qualification, and the first half of the examination also hung up, so find nobody can avoid the rest, the boy felt very anxious, because he promised the girl to accompany the girl one's whole life, never separate from her. If the girl sad, he made a decision, and then he said to guide teacher I do not read, you give me to quit, the instructor was very angry to the boy's godfather phone, the boy stopped, that I do not tell him, I choose, I know tell him, if only he would worry about will be very angry, guide the boy listenned to also won't play. But don't give the boys do drop out of school, said to the boy, this is a, ordinary people do not know in what way to come to read about, but you have to go, you know, if in this graduation. You can go to a unit for the rest of your life won't worry, but I have a relationship and you who I will not give you no good units to let you go, some good units to get you into it, the boy said nothing, just silently listening, teachers had finished, and then the teacher said I had decided, this thing is how I won't change my mind, I beg you, the teacher said to the boy can not do today, tomorrow you come to me, and said, the boy went, the boy left shortly after, his teacher gave him who called, and said all the things, the boy who was very angry, hang after the teacher. Directly to the boy called, asked the boy what he does, I made a lot of effort to get you in, now you have read, the boy said all the things and his father, the boy's father is very angry, say if the boy had not read and deny him the Son, after is dead I won't tube you, then hung up the phone. A big advertising Godfather boy home city boy, and the boy started just a nothing punks, often fighting, then by his godfather on training him, when he before school is already a very famous people.

The boy was silent for a long time, also want to many, if now from the school out facing nothing, when you want to out from home, slept through the street, eat leftovers, have one or two days with no food to eat, and think of when they began to mix the one point one point, the mixed up, next to play, also hit someone, until later godfather, godmother, who would not be beaten, but depending on their own position it up, they are really good about themselves, and they had no child, my own love. The boy 's heart.

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Under the pen of messy gorgeous, will turn into who heart pain? One day, our story, I may remember, I might forget. But after a few years, we have been scattered, goodbye without period.

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Xue Tao's note, fall red countless, as I write, can anyone understand? Hazy, put all the sad, beautiful story into paper airplanes flying in the sky. From then on, my memory, only gorgeous commotion.

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I do not know that the Mo face, whether such as at first, every twinkle and smile, still beautiful.

Random write down memories, those stories, about you or gorgeous, or sad. Just because once once obsessed with the beautiful dream in the rain, I fell in love with the south, love also love Jiangnan you.

A column of sandalwood, read a poem, numerous hills and streams of thoughts to climb, finally reached you said the memory of Jiangnan, really like the general beauty in your dreams, it is still a quiet.

Prosperous glass debris, reflects the folds of a quality suggestive of poetry or painting in the sunlight. Side of the Avon, Yue Qing Ling clear blue water. Then, you sit in the blue boat, bright makeup Yan in the green lake ice, I crossed the slowly from the ancient stone bridge, looking at the oars into clips shore willow knead in the water out of my mind, I even saw past life in the quiet water, also saw life, including you, including I.

Memory of the gallery, turned the streets having an antique flavour, still heard ringing and euphonic sound from the alley, then you, in the stone road on the vicissitudes of life, attitude and, as I had, at that time there was no end, no end, only a simple goodbye, and a simple miss.

Now, just see oil a baking paint but has been largely faded away with the passage of time the doors, it already with the memory of weathering loft, open in the lonely sound, has not had the bustling downtown, no more. Once again I swim, and did not meet Dai Wangshu's, that support women's umbrella, such as lilac, also did not see you in the flowers.

From time to time, the sky began to rain, I was the Jiangnan rain in the street, the fine cool, misty rain days of blue, wet I like snow white, also wet the memory of your hair, and together under the pear tree. And remember, that year, you and I together on the shelter from the rain under the eaves, listening to the ticking of the rain, we looked each other in the embarrassed look, both a laugh.

Fleeting time, have no you, Jiangnan, nor have we had to chase the footprint.

So far, I can think of is, that one day, I promise you promise, that I will take you there to Jiangnan roof down rain day, listening to the steady and sound, and then settled in Jiangnan, each other 's life.

Is it right? Time is too long, the promise in ruhuameijuan time broken, a fall of grief. Think with you to walk in Jiangnan, Jiangnan alley. And now, is it right? I let you wait too long, too long, you have been unwilling to wait any longer.

You can choose to go to the old in the oath, the flying pear south alley, can not stop my heart rain, thin, Qin bone cold.

If, you have from my world go, go so easily. If you don't turn down another man's invitation. You and with whom the white-collar vows, we agreed to meet, but you did not appear.

It has lost too much time, your face is no longer. I don't know if you remember, then there was a man, in order to your Jiangnan and stubborn seeking. Now numerous umbrella walking beside the woman, the willowy figure, like a very miss you.

Memory, think of that year we first met, you told me a bright smile, love dearly unceasingly.

Jingdanban Road, have no the mark. Jiangnan accompanied me, now, only the rain.

Two.

Clear song Weiyang, flourishing flourishing at the fingertips of gorgeous dance, finally, ambiguous text can no longer afford broken memories, and memories, become messy.

I do not know is who said that, the child of God has slender fingers, the child of God will know that the text in the fingertips dancing. I'm not the children of God, but let the words every day and night non-stop, as you dance, and the lonely melody.

The disciples said, as if I retire, be cynical. I'm just smiled.

Red it is so easy to survey of broken, if so, then the day and night lonely, how unwarranted interference with thoughts, finally, in the fall of the mottled memory.

I'm really drunk in the red dust, drunk in his hand - woven beauty, drunk in the boundless promise, drunk in the south of the Yangtze River, which is easy to let the men of literature and writing the ecstasy of the place.

But let me drunk, is you, let me awake remember is you. I was standing in a room of the city's many times a window behind, in the dead of desolation, watching the lights of Flower City, listening to the wind in each house, words like a wizard-like dance on the paper. But finally they all disappeared, leaving only the full of tears.

I miss you in the south, even stubborn think that thousands of lights must hide your Jiangnan, I will not sleep in the night, lit a dim lamp, for your shadow, Tongtong, waiting for your swift return.

In June, the cool breeze, above the city with the slightest drizzle over where I, bright eyes seemed to emerge the river, full of a kind of do not call on the name of the flower, a beautiful anomaly, cluster around him, rolled up her petals, looks that biting, blurred.

Later, I just know, he called the equinox flower. Doomed, once the flowers, they can never meet again.

The shallowness of the time, I often holding memories back through the past, then, is Yan purple orchid flowers. At that time, you said to me, you hope to one day on the roof of his house full of violet, when we lie together in a beautiful violet, sweet sleep.

Whether you will come back, if you will, when you come, the flower is, we together again, or you for me to play the piano, and I draw a picture for you.

Today, I stand in a large bright violet when, as if to see that promise you, miss like wind in the violet in memory in the wild. And I thought, then, quietly blooming.

When you come across, we, together plexus violet flowers? Turned the moment, the memory covered with purple petals, I will collect carefully these fall fine slender petals, like my thoughts of you in general.

In June, when shadow in the time of light at. Dream all about you, tears fell down. I have found this life, you are my forever memory. Although one day will be the sea flooded, also poured life without regret.

The night is cold, the messy text, the messy memories, are still kept in the messy, messy.

I miss you, dance gorgeous in the wind, the last dance, all the tears and pain are into nothingness.

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