When love is the shuttle's time break in the ground, like a scattered in the blue and white porcelain, 

thin broken pieces, eyeful is pain, everywhere is fragments. The past sweet love is like warm and 

bright blue and white porcelain, beautiful in a holy, delicate in Department of love, however, is not 

over time break. All pieces, pieces of a sharp, not just love broken, you hurt my injured all over the 

body, heart-breaking.

Since love, hurt and pain, also won't forget? Love never forget, can't forget. Even in the boundless 

darkness, even when wet, dry wet towel edge can not bear to forget, still have what reason, why let me 

forget?

Remember --

Many years ago that bright afternoon, you sit with me, exactly, I accompany you to sit. Before it is 

flowing the Millennium ancient river, is behind the retaining dike tree-lined, the rise is through the 

branches cracks, fall down fine sunshine, bow is the green grass. Deep breathing, there is the smell of 

the grass, you have the air with your breath, the distance is a flowering tree of a tree, near you 

gentle smile. This is a apricot astringent season, the sun bright but not warm, the occasional wind. We 

talked, laughed, not about romantic, not about love, loose and warm each other, even if the short 

silence, but also by the time of quiet.

For many years, the bright and warm afternoon, fixed in the memory of those years past by, a loss into 

a beautiful painting. Always remember, always think of the misty rain blurred, passionate euphemism 

Jiangnan, that I had not set foot in the south of the Yangtze River, the dream of countless jiangnan. 

Love will not only thick in the warmth of the bloom, in this long period in the north, because you are 

my existence, love still blossom buds, large tracts of flower field, try to stop but cannot.

When you hold my hand. The first true feel your temperature, you feel generous palm, a trace of 

wetness, bow saw, your delicate hands buried my whole hand. Look up your warm smile, full of love and 

happiness, your eyes bent into the moon, you gently rising corners of the mouth is so modest. At that 

moment, I was silent, but the heart is surging, at that moment, the time is flowing, static good is to 

stop.

You hold me in your arms, action is so light is not my bosom, I smell your own breath, my lips on your 

face, you hard Hu Zhazhe hurt me, also tie me up. I struggled to avoid that I love, but deeply fear 's 

arms, but your strong arm overbearing lip, shattered all my efforts. At that moment, I am stiff in the 

time, that moment, my mind a blank, at that moment, I only remember your lips thick sweet, like most of 

the melt in the mouth of toffee.

After that, because of you, life is love moistens, time has become hurried footsteps, to fly the same 

way. I love to be loved by you, your care. In those days I was happy, but also quiet. I will be a 

flower head, stood as a cloud, and moved to a leaf, because of you, the quiet time, everything is 

meaningful.

When you are not around me, I hide in a lazy afternoon, curls in the sofa, holding a light readings, 

the season alternates alternately in the text, the taste of life. When you are not around me, I like 

the cat hiding in the thick curtain, eyes narrowed, see hanging gap in the sun, at that moment, I will 

always remember, you have to sit in the afternoon around me, look up through the branches in the 

crevice, fine sunshine.

The good is always so short, happiness always accidentally broken within reach of,, the reality is so 

cruel and with no chink in one's armour. All good things such as the palm of erosion of sand, more want 

to retain the lost faster, one point one points, when not to see any sand palm, leaving only memories, 

and those beautiful memories, and incomplete love.

Jin Su, get lost, everything back to the origin, everything was back pain, long aftertaste. Because of 

love, those in the past, once those sweet, the thing called love, never forget, also can't forget. But 

hurt each other later, after the pain, love is to give up. When the pain of my numb when, when I am on 

your words will not feel warm, when I can't stand the cold air at the time, I choose to give up, 

proceed without hesitation to give up, never give up!

Blink of an eye, a few years time, the moment. Memories such as the calm lake formed the slightest 

ripple, a small action, a small voice, or a casual turned around, everything was back to reality.

... ...

Love is always frozen in a season, a time. Initially thought, looking at now, the heart of the cold as 

this cold season. I know, we can never go back to the past, not back to the love can melt all season. 

Because of love, because of you, I can freeze in the winter, to find buried deep in the snow and ice in 

the warm. Because of you, because of love, I can wait calmly a snowflake landing, quiet feeling of snow 

melt coolness.

I understand this imprint is engraved on my heart. "To love easy to get along with hard " is a kind of 

helpless, a desolate.

Now that we know have to return to the past, now that love is gone, I know you have turned back, but 

why I still stubbornly standing stop, reluctant to leave. Can not bear to leave, or not used to live 

without you, no love.

Remember the words of Eileen Chang " fell in love with a person, be humble to the dust, and then bloom 

", perhaps this is the answer, perhaps this is me a long time to wait, reluctant to leave reason.

Any love of the people will not forget the love, but will give up love. Whether to give up how much 

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In which it is Once More Proved that by Taking High Ground All Human Littlenesses May Be Overlooked.

“You say?” asked the Burgomaster Van Tricasse of the Counsellor Niklausse.

“I say that this war is necessary,” replied Niklausse, firmly, “and that the time has come to avenge this insult.”

“Well, I repeat to you,” replied the burgomaster, tartly, “that if the people of Quiquendone do not profit by this occasion to vindicate their rights, they will be unworthy of their name.”

“And as for me, I maintain that we ought, without delay, to collect our forces and lead them to the front.”

“Really, monsieur, really!” replied Van Tricasse. “And do you speak thus to me?”

“To yourself, monsieur the burgomaster; and you shall hear the truth, unwelcome as it may be.”

“And you shall hear it yourself, counsellor,” returned Van Tricasse in a passion, “for it will come better from my mouth than from yours! Yes, monsieur, yes, any delay would be dishonourable. The town of Quiquendone has waited nine hundred years for the moment to take its revenge, and whatever you may say, whether it pleases you or not, we shall march upon the enemy.”

“Ah, you take it thus!” replied Niklausse harshly. “Very well, monsieur, we will march without you, if it does not please you to go.”

“A burgomaster’s place is in the front rank, monsieur!”

'A burgomaster's place is in the front rank, monsieur!'

“And that of a counsellor also, monsieur.”

“You insult me by thwarting all my wishes,” cried the burgomaster, whose fists seemed likely to hit out before long.

“And you insult me equally by doubting my patriotism,” cried Niklausse, who was equally ready for a tussle.

“I tell you, monsieur, that the army of Quiquendone shall be put in motion within two days!”

“And I repeat to you, monsieur, that forty-eight hours shall not pass before we shall have marched upon the enemy!”

It is easy to see, from this fragment of conversation, that the two speakers supported exactly the same idea. Both wished for hostilities; but as their excitement disposed them to altercation, Niklausse would not listen to Van Tricasse, nor Van Tricasse to Niklausse. Had they been of contrary opinions on this grave question, had the burgomaster favoured war and the counsellor insisted on peace, the quarrel would not have been more violent. These two old friends gazed fiercely at each other. By the quickened beating of their hearts, their red faces, their contracted pupils, the trembling of their muscles, their harsh voices, it might be conjectured that they were ready to come to blows.

But the striking of a large clock happily checked the adversaries at the moment when they seemed on the point of assaulting each other.

“At last the hour has come!” cried the burgomaster.

“What hour?” asked the counsellor.

“The hour to go to the belfry tower.”

“It is true, and whether it pleases you or not, I shall go, monsieur.”

“And I too.”

“Let us go!”

“Let us go!”

It might have been supposed from these last words that a collision had occurred, and that the adversaries were proceeding to a duel; but it was not so. It had been agreed that the burgomaster and the counsellor, as the two principal dignitaries of the town, should repair to the Town Hall, and there show themselves on the high tower which overlooked Quiquendone; that they should examine the surrounding country, so as to make the best strategetic plan for the advance of their troops.

Though they were in accord on this subject, they did not cease to quarrel bitterly as they went. Their loud voices were heard resounding in the streets; but all the passers-by were now accustomed to this; the exasperation of the dignitaries seemed quite natural, and no one took notice of it. Under the circumstances, a calm man would have been regarded as a monster.

The burgomaster and the counsellor, having reached the porch of the belfry, were in a paroxysm of fury. They were no longer red, but pale. This terrible discussion, though they had the same idea, had produced internal spasms, and every one knows that paleness shows that anger has reached its last limits.

At the foot of the narrow tower staircase there was a real explosion. Who should go up first? Who should first creep up the winding steps? Truth compels us to say that there was a tussle, and that the Counsellor Niklausse, forgetful of all that he owed to his superior, to the supreme magistrate of the town, pushed Van Tricasse violently back, and dashed up the staircase first.

Both ascended, denouncing and raging at each other at every step. It was to be feared that a terrible climax would occur on the summit of the tower, which rose three hundred and fifty-seven feet above the pavement.

The two enemies soon got out of breath, however, and in a little while, at the eightieth step, they began to move up heavily, breathing loud and short.

Then — was it because of their being out of breath?— their wrath subsided, or at least only betrayed itself by a succession of unseemly epithets. They became silent, and, strange to say, it seemed as if their excitement diminished as they ascended higher above the town. A sort of lull took place in their minds. Their brains became cooler, and simmered down like a coffee-pot when taken away from the fire. Why?

We cannot answer this “why;” but the truth is that, having reached a certain landing-stage, two hundred and sixty-six feet above ground, the two adversaries sat down and, really more calm, looked at each other without any anger in their faces.

“How high it is!” said the burgomaster, passing his handkerchief over his rubicund face.

“Very high!” returned the counsellor. “Do you know that we have gone fourteen feet higher than the Church of Saint Michael at Hamburg?”

“I know it,” replied the burgomaster, in a tone of vanity very pardonable in the chief magistrate of Quiquendone.

The two notabilities soon resumed their ascent, casting curious glances through the loopholes pierced in the tower walls. The burgomaster had taken the head of the procession, without any remark on the part of the counsellor. It even happened that at about the three hundred and fourth step, Van Tricasse being completely tired out, Niklausse kindly pushed him from behind. The burgomaster offered no resistance to this, and, when he reached the platform of the tower, said graciously,—

“Thanks, Niklausse; I will do the same for you one day.”

A little while before it had been two wild beasts, ready to tear each other to pieces, who had presented themselves at the foot of the tower; it was now two friends who reached its summit.

The weather was superb. It was the month of May. The sun had absorbed all the vapours. What a pure and limpid atmosphere! The most minute objects over a broad space might be discerned. The walls of Virgamen, glistening in their whiteness,— its red, pointed roofs, its belfries shining in the sunlight — appeared a few miles off. And this was the town that was foredoomed to all the horrors of fire and pillage!

The burgomaster and the counsellor sat down beside each other on a small stone bench, like two worthy people whose souls were in close sympathy. As they recovered breath, they looked around; then, after a brief silence,—

“How fine this is!” cried the burgomaster.

“Yes, it is admirable!” replied the counsellor. “Does it not seem to you, my good Van Tricasse, that humanity is destined to dwell rather at such heights, than to crawl about on the surface of our globe?”

“I agree with you, honest Niklausse,” returned the burgomaster, “I agree with you. You seize sentiment better when you get clear of nature. You breathe it in every sense! It is at such heights that philosophers should be formed, and that sages should live, above the miseries of this world!”

“Shall we go around the platform?” asked the counsellor.

“Let us go around the platform,” replied the burgomaster.

And the two friends, arm in arm, and putting, as formerly, long pauses between their questions and answers, examined every point of the horizon.

The two friends, arm in arm

“It is at least seventeen years since I have ascended the belfry tower,” said Van Tricasse.

“I do not think I ever came up before,” replied Niklausse; “and I regret it, for the view from this height is sublime! Do you see, my friend, the pretty stream of the Vaar, as it winds among the trees?”

“And, beyond, the heights of Saint Hermandad! How gracefully they shut in the horizon! Observe that border of green trees, which Nature has so picturesquely arranged! Ah, Nature, Nature, Niklausse! Could the hand of man ever hope to rival her?”

“It is enchanting, my excellent friend,” replied the counsellor. “See the flocks and herds lying in the verdant pastures,— the oxen, the cows, the sheep!”

“And the labourers going to the fields! You would say they were Arcadian shepherds; they only want a bagpipe!”

“And over all this fertile country the beautiful blue sky, which no vapour dims! Ah, Niklausse, one might become a poet here! I do not understand why Saint Simeon Stylites was not one of the greatest poets of the world.”

“It was because, perhaps, his column was not high enough,” replied the counsellor, with a gentle smile.

At this moment the chimes of Quiquendone rang out. The clear bells played one of their most melodious airs. The two friends listened in ecstasy.

Then in his calm voice, Van Tricasse said,—

“But what, friend Niklausse, did we come to the top of this tower to do?”

“In fact,” replied the counsellor, “we have permitted ourselves to be carried away by our reveries —”

“What did we come here to do?” repeated the burgomaster.

“We came,” said Niklausse, “to breathe this pure air, which human weaknesses have not corrupted.”

“Well, shall we descend, friend Niklausse?”

“Let us descend, friend Van Tricasse.”

They gave a parting glance at the splendid panorama which was spread before their eyes; then the burgomaster passed down first, and began to descend with a slow and measured pace. The counsellor followed a few steps behind. They reached the landing-stage at which they had stopped on ascending. Already their cheeks began to redden. They tarried a moment, then resumed their descent.

In a few moments Van Tricasse begged Niklausse to go more slowly, as he felt him on his heels, and it “worried him.” It even did more than worry him; for twenty steps lower down he ordered the counsellor to stop, that he might get on some distance ahead.

The counsellor replied that he did not wish to remain with his leg in the air to await the good pleasure of the burgomaster, and kept on.

Van Tricasse retorted with a rude expression.

The counsellor responded by an insulting allusion to the burgomaster’s age, destined as he was, by his family traditions, to marry a second time.

The burgomaster went down twenty steps more, and warned Niklausse that this should not pass thus.

Niklausse replied that, at all events, he would pass down first; and, the space being very narrow, the two dignitaries came into collision, and found themselves in utter darkness. The words “blockhead” and “booby” were the mildest which they now applied to each other.

“We shall see, stupid beast!” cried the burgomaster,—“we shall see what figure you will make in this war, and in what rank you will march!”

“In the rank that precedes yours, you silly old fool!” replied Niklausse.

Then there were other cries, and it seemed as if bodies were rolling over each other. What was going on? Why were these dispositions so quickly changed? Why were the gentle sheep of the tower’s summit metamorphosed into tigers two hundred feet below it?

However this might be, the guardian of the tower, hearing the noise, opened the door, just at the moment when the two adversaries, bruised, and with protruding eyes, were in the act of tearing each other’s hair,— fortunately they wore wigs.

“You shall give me satisfaction for this!” cried the burgomaster, shaking his fist under his adversary’s nose.

“Whenever you please!” growled the Counsellor Niklausse, attempting to respond with a vigorous kick.

The guardian, who was himself in a passion,— I cannot say why,— thought the scene a very natural one. I know not what excitement urged him to take part in it, but he controlled himself, and went off to announce throughout the neighbourhood that a hostile meeting was about to take place between the Burgomaster Van Tricasse and the Counsellor Niklausse.

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One person's world, a person to listen to music, a person walking, a person to drink tea, a person sad, a person happy, soliloquize for a person, a person from since hum to sing, a person sitting on the railing at night, a person waiting for month fell in the morning, a person through ups and downs, and live a life, perhaps very lonely, very lonely. 

A person's life, forget the time, forget the existence, forget not forget the past. One kind of sense of security, but they have a sense of loneliness, wasn't used to but gradually are accustomed to. A person's wonderful, because a person's world, only one person know. 

Meet, know, who know each other. Meet is met, acquaintance is fate, who know each other is happy. So now what is left, thinking to me only suffering, in a wait of suffering. A person, long time didn't listen to calm the music. For example, some things, we live to now, still unknown; For example, some love, clearly serious to love, don't know how many people finally can get. 

At this time, out of the window, the rain of the falling down. Suddenly, feel a person's heart some tired, more some confusion. Continuous effort to tell myself must insist, as he had to promise and appear, this is a promise, is also a pledge. But, do not know what a man can still insist on how long; But, don't know a person also waiting for long. More do not know that a love memory when will continue to tomorrow's story... 

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Night, quiet night. It is very late, still a little sleep. A person's lonely, lonely mood have not this night layers of parcels. Struggle, cried aloud. Was all to no avail, all these have all been night cold, laughing, like a mockery of emotional clown. Why? Why will I abandoned in the abyss of emotion? Why? Why will I forget the dislocation in the space? The dream of yesterday is not renew, chose on the edge of the migration. I like the world faded and fallen, gone with the wind, can't find a home to return to of love; I am like a boat adrift with wave floating dock, can not find the harbor. Time changes, the time and space changes, I kept waiting to go. In one thousand, a dream, all ages desolate, and I watch in the die... 

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Choose lonely, lonely choice, the choice to perish, choosing to wait, wait for a no ending of the everlasting. In a person's world has nothing to do with love on the fly, to dream and hope folding the send tomorrow, the sadness and pain in the old memories buried, with silence and had to hide all upset, don "t know what to do, and despair... 

One person's world, a person's life, every miss you night, every dream, every minute, every time I think about you, every time lost... 

The night to deep, the heart slowly precipitation, feel more and more lonely, just like standing on the tracks, the long, no end as lonely. On the streets of neon lights flashing, shining, it decided, a kind of life path. Lonely without direction, until they squat down down, tears drop, to see the figure, the tears. Loneliness is a piece of black water lily, in the endless black, restricting the spread. I like standing in a deserted square, efforts to shout, but there was no voice, inner fear, they were up slowly, more and more lonely, small, long. A person to walk, looked up and down between, is lonely? A person walking, would like you to read you, is the heart hurt? The fragmentation of the sky, always, have fragmented thoughts. Memory, tapering off; Heart, more and more lonely. 

Endless lovesickness, loneliness is. In the distant once, perhaps is yesterday's story, perhaps the real dream. In the quiet night, I tucked away the memory, taste the lonely, happened to spread a missing bridge. In the quiet night, I pick up pieces of youth, pack the emotion, for the past years weaving elegy. 

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The three girls are a powerful and unconstrained style) to the LeShan's and all possible development, Annie's mobile phone rang. 

"Hello, HePeng, why?" 

A listen to is HePeng calls, the mo's quickly gather together to OuYangJing and sat down beside her, two people understand tacitly to looked at each other one eye, both turned to explore look looked at Annie. 

"Tomorrow afternoon? Yes, I was at home, you come here. See you then. Bye bye." Hang up the phone, Annie turned and saw two pairs of profound eyes, "you why ah?" 

"It's ok, see you call it. It is HePeng ah, he will come to my house?" Don't burden cocked his head and asked. 

"Right, he said something to show it to me, but didn't say what it is." Annie stretch out the hand say they don't know. 

"Must be good stuff. I think tomorrow have bought many dishes, home to the guest." 

"Annie, you and liu hao?" OuYangJing stared into her eyes asked. 

Thought once again heard the name can the heart like serine water, but listen to her the question, Annie heart or a "click". 

"I have decided to put him." Annie calmly announced this news. 

"Really?" Don't burden so surprised that raise the eyebrows, change seems to come too fast some. 

"Really, I think we still when friends better." Annie slightly below the point. 

"You yourselves comfortable will do. The other is let nature take its course." OuYangJing stood up and put his hand on her shoulder, trying to give her comfort. 

Annie looked up and return her a grateful smile. No love I don't sad, as long as the most precious you are. 

"What a blast", the sudden thunder interrupted Annie reading train of thought. Is it's going to rain? She put down the pen, stood up and walked to the window, the sky is thick clouds change sharply with various shapes, and in a short time, bean big raindrop is split in crash to hit the window pane, from all directions and joined together a rain water drip downward, outside the window with a piece of fog soon. 

Fortunately, mo's backpack always put an umbrella, otherwise she and he went out to buy food certainly was trapped in the rain. Think of this Annie didn't have the heart to relax. 

"Ding dong ding dong". The door came the sound of the bell. Don't they back so soon? 

Open the door, there is no psychological preparation the scene before she was scared to slightly open the mouth. In front of the figure is just out of the water like fish it out, the rain was constantly along his hair and clothes big a big star to drop on the ground, white shoes face was full of water splashing spots, more like discomfiture are discomfiture. 

"HePeng, how do you tube into this? Come in, come in." Annie helped him upstairs, "why don't you find a place to avoid rain ah, British rain won't last long." 

"From the subway station come also not a few steps road, I want to run a good, have never thought the rain was big." He rose red face, slightly distress. 

"So said the rain is too mysterious, what rules to touch it." Into the room, Annie smile turned and walked his hand, "look at you the clothes wet, quick take it off, be careful not to catch a cold." 

Her smile seems to have a magic attracted him, let he couldn't resist. He obediently ready to take off the coat, found that hand with send her gift. "Oh yes, and this is for you. I'm glad I in its outer bread bags, should not get wet." He put a square founder handed her bag. 

Annie carefully open the packing, immediately shine at the moment. Inside impressively lay two books: Chinese version "accounting" and "accounting English". 

"How do you know I'm special needs them?" She turn over of the book in the hand, be overjoyed. 

"In your blog, you see the HuiJiKe hate, I guess you may need some professional help. Just I have students from China to send me something, I'll trouble they help me bought this two books and then send me together." 

Annie looked up at him, as always, shallow smile, at that time the heart inarticulate touched. Before the boy no special handsome appearance, not any rhetoric, but with his unique way to make her feel warm, at an appropriate speed, slowly seep into the heart. 

The door came the sound of key in the door. 

"Silent and ouyang come back." Annie put the book on the table, quickly went to the sitting room, eager to escape the a little vague little space. 

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Jiang impatient version of the press on the telephone MianDiJian, another redial the mother cell phone number, and this is the fifth time tonight heavy dial telephone, but still nobody answered, is still the mechanical female voice warns: "sorry, the subscriber you dialed does not answer for the number, please dial later." 

Her mood gradually become nervous, mom didn't tell her today and say "hello" to have to work overtime, if it is temporary work overtime word, also should be to make a phone call to tell her. Jiang with version from the sofa sat up, and began to turn the tea table of the phone book, above have mother's unit phone. 

Number check later, Chiang version a carefully will go down to dial the wrong number. 

"Hello, how are you...... I want to find the beauty of xu told...???????? At work has been... well, well, thank you..." Chiang version after I hung up, restlessness, she really don't think my mother is now in where, what's the matter, whether safety. 

Chiang version at a loss to stand up and went to the window and look down from the window, his eyes from the lane and head to and lanes. Thought the evening have rained later, won't rain, not before long, a bright flash is like a sharp knife saw, will the whole piece of black sky split apart. 

A loud thunder, which summer the last sound ray in the window ring, jiang the version tremble once, the whole body of the goose bumps all stand up. Heavy rain washed down from the sky, the potential as fast as the waterfall. 

She has no patience to wait, although don't know where I can find a mother, but she still don't want to lay down and die at home, she pulled out of the mobile phone is charging, in his pocket, conveniently grabbed an umbrella, he ran out of the house. 

Chiang version open umbrella, stepping on water go in the lane, heavy rains hindered her walking speed, windy almost blow away her hand umbrella, rain water splash her bottom, TouGu cold, the wind was blowing her face pins and needles. 

Lightning several times will be the whole piece of day light, plus the overhead and thunder out, she is afraid of straight want to cry. 

The traditional Chinese calendar did not come home directly, but to a group of motorcycle racing friend party designated bars. Just arrived there, bottom hasn't sit steady, just outside there was thunder clap of thunder, tonight was originally scheduled to be held in a warm-up game was the storm all goofing around. 

"Today, dissolve! Dissolve!" A lead baldheaded racing friend yell up. 

"Depend! What does the weather forecast report of, clearly said it will rain at night!" The traditional Chinese calendar threw down his motorcycle key, his mouth at random to scold a dirty words. 

"Oh, handsome boy, so fire is big, why?" Bar owner straight looking at ignition of the traditional Chinese calendar, alluringly stretched out a hand on his shoulder, so that the bartender is adjustable for a glass of cocktail send. The traditional Chinese calendar focusing took the cup wine pouring into the belly, the vacuum cup to put on the stage, with the wife of shop-owner open hand, sitting on one side of the sofa to sulk. 

Rain falls in torrents, almost drowned in the hustle and bustle of the city. 

"Mama!" Jiang desperately version toward the road gave out a yell, she against the wind and rain, very not easy hard to shift to the entrance to the lane, and you'll see it in the middle of the road walk to scend mother, dazzling light hit her in the loss of side face, she is like a child cry loudly sat a middle of the road. 

A sound emergency brake sound, Chiang version threw down his umbrella, rushed to the middle of the road, raised in an alcoholic stupor mother. Very not easy to help on the sidewalk, mother suddenly caught by the roadside tree lightening will have already standing instability tree, the whole people follow the branches fall down in the past. 

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"Mama!" Chiang version kneel down in the mother's side, want to lift up her, mom a push away her, turn aside, according to the chest, vomiting, more than the smell of alcohol quickly spread in the air. Chiang version patting my mother's back, love to say: "mama, how do you drank so much wine? So how stomach stand......" 

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OuYangYi YiZheng, put down his photo album took the shock on the phone. When he saw the mobile phone screen flashing of the familiar names, his lips overflow open tender smile. 

He pressed the answer key, a mobile phone light stick in the ear, the voice smile and ask: "today and want to talk about the new pavilion, rattan handsome waiter?" From the high school know nearby restaurants and rattan cabinet recently to a looks like arron handsome boy waiter, since Jiu and after that, she ran to drink every day there, see a handsome boy. A 500 cc mango juice she would drink more than two hours, with her words, and rattan pavilion of the thing be too expensive, look a few eye handsome boy to value. 

"That's not true! Recently the handsome boy also don't know is how, far saw me to run to the restaurant on the second floor of the help, I drink on the second floor, he ran to the first floor to help. I make is very depressed, also not in the mood to drink that your dead drink!" 

And the voice of Jiu depressed in the microphone which spread. 

OuYangYi can almost imagine she is telephone the head wrinkled her nose, du mouth appearance. 

"It is you that hungry eyes put him away. OuYangYi light laugh, slowly turned his gaze to the window. 

Sunshine outside the window just, golden light in the lush lush branches and leaves fall on the ground between screen, release the mottle fragmentary shadow, in the air floating leaves light faint scent. 

The Jiu angry voice from microphone was: "OuYangYi, why don't you go to die?" 

OuYangYi smiled, voice trippingly ask her: "if I died, and who will call you and talk about gossip all day?" 

The head of the Jiu seems very angry, two people as usual, and carried a long while bar, she didn't interrupt OuYangYi ridicule words. 

"Let's say this, OuYangYi, I have a good news to tell you!" The head of the Jiu a tangent, excitedly cried. 

"What's the good news? Don't handsome waiter propose to you?" 

"That's not true! OuYangYi, you guess where am I now!" The voice of the Jiu more excited. 

"You in addition to stay at home, still can go where?" OuYangYi smile back out of the window from the line of sight, spirit stop and think to carefreely took the tea table cup to drink a mouthful of water. 

"That's not true! I the stubborn dad finally let me the great mother persuaded, let me free! OuYangYi, you guess where am I now!" 

OuYangYi smiled, just want to say what, but the doorbell rang. He first one leng, then reluctantly smile up to the gate and. 

It seems Jiu and this girl is to see what the idol drama, and imitate the somebody else's story, play this childish game came. 

But, look at today she has just been "release" come out, will accompany her to play! When she finally free to celebrate. 

Hold this idea, OuYangYi edge to edge gate walk, smile to telephone the head said: "in school? In the xuan house? Or on Mars?" 

"That's not true! OuYangYi, can't you serious? You seriously guess..." 

The voice of the Jiu continuously in the OuYangYi ear microphone was, his hand button the door handle... 

For a moment she suddenly saw him, he is to pretend very surprised look like? 

OuYangYi to be full of interest in your mind guess, light smile opened the gate... 

With a roll of heat through xiafeng, wantonly blow his forehead bang. The hot sun in an instant hurt his eyes... 

His eyes against the door, his lips smile stiff live, palmar silver from the palm, mobile phone down heavily fell on the ground... 

"Well, don't guess, tell you! I am in the supermarket to buy you ingredients! Afternoon go to your house to give you a sauce braised beef small potatoes..." The Jiu voice is clearly from the mobile phone was, but OuYangYi has won't listen to...... 

He leng leng and look at the girl, the quiet a while come down, in the air has quietly elegant fragrance spread on the... 

The wind, raise girl shallow blue skirt horn. 

She micro supinely begin, dark brown eyes confidently stare at his eyes, laugh too a face of sweet: "o easy, long time no see." 

Chapter 6 sorry, we cannot be together 

"Hello, my name is AnXueQi, I just turned to the high school, know to there are still not familiar with, hoped later we can comments." 

Standing on the platform of natural and graceful girl, looking straight into the people on self introduction, those can light brown eye pupil flashing the light of confidence. 

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"The new female classmate seems to be a very confident person." Standing in the Jiu behind the mo dust white stared at the podium AnXueQi said. Since the house in OuYangYi caught her, his black face Jiu along with her dad pulled back home, he began to often appear in her side, become than malt sugar also sticky person. 

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"Oh come on now, you are my best friend, my dad so pain I, of course, also can bring your daughter when cherish! Don't fake at all! Although small but have never seen my dad, my dad is not only not been abroad, even didn't know little but the existence, also don't interfere with my fluent freely bunk. 

Waved his hand and small but said goodbye, looking at her figure was swallowed up in the top of the stairs at the end of the hall, I am on the railing, watching after school is still noisy campus, bathed in the elaborate gives autumn breath. 

Through the sky clouds, will be in the ground apply colours to a drawing gives light shadow, no matter how you look at it, are a little lonely. 

Loneliness is a more than one million times flies also hate hate things, of course, to dismiss it. 

Just a few phone call to common mixed with the friend, is not no time is turned off, or that is still in bed. 

LiZhuo phone can't connect. For he that one minute phone off the next minute you to buy a new guy to fill, once contact is not, you only have two kinds of cases - not to provoke the trouble, what is and what the girl in the roll sheet. 

And if LiZhuo is now roll sheet, obviously the other party would not be and small but HanGuYi together. 

I coldly in the in the mind to think, HanGuYi fall is really poor children. 

But I have what relation, I also not be ex push three thousand zhangs far, will be played out justice passers-by stefan buehler with research critical look at it. 

Stefan buehler out. 

He is like at the moment after side light wind, a bit cool, but with a little warm. Although sometimes hate to let I can't wait to put him down to step on two feet, but sometimes the but again have a strange, let me feel can trust trait. 

In the call records in finding out stefan buehler call, I decided to take him from mine in the fish it out and to put on the agenda. 

Although the last time and he did is too much part on bad terms, but it doesn't mean he can't harassment. It is a free, you know, ChengTianAi loneliness than any world events are important. 

The phone rang for a long time, couldn't get through sign, empty and unsettled ringing in my heart is more like "in a calm sleep on ripple", it is from under the hail hit my fire emit three zhangs, bud extreme hatred emotions - he god, this guy is really going to shield me? 

He also really thought can shield got me? 

Anger gradually rise, almost to the top, suddenly came the earpiece on sound, the sound of the Bristol stefan buehler slowly down to my ear: "hello." 

Mobile phone will be displayed when call name, pack what are not ripe ah. 

"Well you head! Stefan buehler out that you didn't pick me up phone!" I am full of charges are to say it loud. 

"Not received it. Don't you now in with the demons to speak?" He is not for my grief and indignation moved. 

"In a word after I phone must be in the ring before the third sound meet, don't let me wait too long, don't let me bring your own scissors to click for you." 

"ChengTianAi, you really willfulness." 

By the ten thousand a lines really have little sense of threat. I elation: "you should say, ChengTianAi, you really capricious very lovely ~" 

He from the nasal cavity with a snort response is. 

Someone for my Dally with to kill time, of course, can't afford to waste: "what are you doing?" 

He is also nifty up: "you guess." 

"Watch?" 

"NO, tried to guess." 

"At home?" 

"Wrong, with some sincerity serious guess." 

"You enough you, what are you doing?" 

"Don't tell you." 

"Penny pincher, but I and easy, not with you dispute. Now, do you want to and after school is a beautiful girl of the minor date?" 

"Don't want to." He paused, tone, and suddenly put to gently, "what's the matter? And in a bad mood?" 

"You have no." Death can admit, I am good at. Orz, this person is really the surgeon? He is the study of clinical psychology too devotion, or in fact he is psychological doctor sent to surgical undercover? 

"In front of me don't have lied, anyway I for you but is a passer-by YiBingDing." Suspected undercover jun voice is full of be good at teaching feeling, "once in a while visiting a chicken soup role, I also not so rejection." 

"What chicken soup ah, at most trash bin is good. And you will give me gas walk!" 

"Are you too weird too easy to get angry is good." He really laughing, some tender feeling through electronic signal, incredibly can also convey to. 

I suddenly have the desire to talk. Like those in the dark heart pain, for the pain and fear not, have been unable to shape like unnecessarily accumulation in the heart, don't let light through. 

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WuTong brain chaos, "you... how are you." 

WuTong dare not say, go to see TongTong, children sleep soundly, but face with bed cover general white. 

She look at love dearly. 

TongTong hand clutched a autograph, grasp very tight, WuTong took some strength to get it out. 

Before is the photos of the actress, and her signature, badging place a child childish handwriting, "mommy, later will be a happy heart!" 

ZhangManDi standing in the distance insensibly said: "this child is very reasonable, say you are my fans, specially came to me for autographs." 

Fans? 

WuTong hold son by the hand, one leng. 

For a long time hard to recall, oneself do seem to say such words... 

Not long ago awards live, the actress in the biconditional gate teacher younger brother red carpet, emcee asked Mandy, you win the nomination, boyfriend have send blessings in advance? 

ZhangManDi blob moving smile printed on the lip, "Eric all this while busy, but he promised to fly back as soon as possible for me, whether I have to celebrate winning." 

WuTong in front of the TV stiff into statue. 

In TongTong with Garfield big pajamas, rubbed his sleepy sleep, holding the milk pot, and fart dian fart to run to come over and see her in a daze, giggling, "mommy, you are her fan?" 

She didn't speak, turned gently embrace son. 

TongTong with his hands touched her forehead, "mommy, you cold?" 

"No cold ah, what's the matter?" 

"Your body in trembling!" 

When the body in the WuTong senior ward in shake, she force myself to calm, will receive good pictures, elongation arm stroke ShuiZhuEr son as face. 

"I want to ask, my son how can......" 

ZhangManDi is moving toward the bed, his eyes qun in the child's face. Eyebrow eye, nose, and the tiny sip the lips Angle... 

WuTong words ZhangManDi interrupted the swim thought, she's a meal to find your own voice, "I just home, many paparazzi in brokerage company downstairs so I, the scene in a bit of a mess, the child was they crowded into the driveway." 

Say, ZhangManDi can't help and hope to the tiny face. 

ZhangManDi also don't know how willing to waste hours at the boy's side, listen to him that he and his mother. 

A little old and sensible and nifty children this is rare, even more, he has such a a familiar face... 

Even Eric saw the child, also once be in a daze... 

WuTong didn't stay, her to fill TongTong fill the admission procedures. 

Guides the nurse looked at WuTong pale face, some concern, "wife, you should first to deal with your wound." 

Wife? 

WuTong smell speech, couldn't help light laughed. 

Admission to WuTong fenggang-jiaoshandanjiao hands, TongTong name, date of birth, blood type has fill out, she was in a column families make up his own name. 

WuTong faint head up brain, hold a backup turn back, and the other held one hand to her forehead, stick to the wound tissue and gauze has been blood nourishes, she remembered that for his address. 

At that time the eyes have some out-of-focus, feet in the sink, pain paralysis to come, to eat up her. 

WuTong falling to cry, but found that the dry eyes, seven years she had never through tears, a drop of all have no, probably lachrymal gland has lost its function. 

She ripped a pull the corners of the mouth. 

Another corner is MenZhenChu, WuTong here crashed into a man. 

She steps a reel, center of gravity be unsteady, upright fall down. 

"Miss miss...... are you okay?" 

Man's voice is low tight, WuTong trance open your eyes and look at the front of hazy figure. 

Like a hallucination. 

Her eyes hazy, look at above the head this ZhangYingJun face. Slowly, she still chuckle, mumbling to himself: "is not really..." 

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