HE had now opened the partition, and was entering the room, when by the faint gleam which the fire threw across the apartment, he perceived indistinctly the figure of a man, and in the same instant heard the sound of approaching armour. Surprize and horror thrilled through every nerve; he remained fixed to the spot, and for some moments hesitated whether to retire. A fearful silence ensued; the person whom he thought he had seen, disappeared in the darkness of the room; the noise of armour was heard no more; and he began to think that the figure he had seen, and the sound he had heard were the phantoms of a sick imagination, which the agitation of his spirits, the solemnity of the hour, and the wide desolation of the place, had conjured up. The low sounds of an unknown voice now started upon his ear; it seemed to be almost close beside him; he sprung onward, and his hand grasped the steely coldness of armour, while the arm it enclosed struggled to get free. “Speak! what wretch art thou?” cried Osbert, when a sudden blaze of light from the fire discovered to him a soldier of the Baron. His agitation for some time prevented his observing that there was more of alarm than of design expressed in the countenance of the man; but the apprehension of the Earl was quickly lost in astonishment, when he beheld the guard at his feet. It was Edmund who had entered the prison under pretense of carrying fuel to the fire, but secretly for the purpose of conferring with Osbert. When the Earl understood he came from Alleyn, his bosom glowed with gratitude towards that generous youth, whose steady and active zeal had never relaxed since the hour in which he first engaged in his cause. The transport of his heart may be easily imagined, when he learned the schemes that were planning for his deliverance. The circumstance which had nearly defeated the warm hopes of his friends, was by him disregarded, since the knowledge of the secret door opened to him, with the assistance of a guide through the intricacies of the castle, a certain means of escape. Edmund was well acquainted with all these. The Earl told him of the discovery of the false panel; bade him return to Alleyn with the joyful intelligence, and on his next night of watch prepare to aid him in escape. Edmund knew well the apartments which Osbert described, and the great staircase which led into a part of the castle that had long been totally forsaken, and from whence it was easy to pass unobserved into the vaults which communicated with the subterraneous passages in the rock.

Alleyn heard the report of James with a warm and generous joy, which impelled him to hasten immediately to the castle of Athlin, and dispel the sorrows that inhabited there; but the consideration that his sudden absence from the camp might create suspicion, and invite discovery, checked the impulse; and he yielded with reluctance to the necessity which condemned the Countess and Mary to the horrors of a lengthened suspense.

The Countess, meanwhile, whose designs, strengthened by the steady determination of Mary, were unshaken by the message of the Earl, which she considered as only the effect of a momentary impulse, watched the gradual departure of those days which led to that which enveloped the fate of her children, with agony and fainting hope. She received no news from the camp; no words of comfort from Alleyn; and she saw the confidence which had nourished her existence slowly sinking in despair. Mary sought to administer that comfort to the afflictions of her mother, which her own equally demanded; she strove, by the fortitude with which she endeavoured to resign herself, to soften the asperity of the sufferings which threatened the Countess, and she contemplated the approaching storm with the determined coolness of a mind aspiring to virtue as the chief good. But she sedulously sought to exclude Alleyn from her mind; his disinterested and noble conduct excited emotions dangerous to her fortitude, and which rendered yet more poignant the tortures of the approaching sacrifice.

Anxious to inform the Baroness of his approaching deliverance, to assure her of his best services, to bid adieu to Laura, and to seize the last opportunity he might ever possess of disclosing to her his admiration and his love, the Earl revisited the apartments of the Baroness. She felt a lively pleasure on the prospect of his escape; and Laura, in the joy which animated her on hearing this intelligence, forgot the sorrows of her own situation; forgot that of which her heart soon reminded her-that Osbert was leaving the place of her confinement, and that she should probably see him no more. This thought cast a sudden shade over her features, and from the enlivening expression of joy, they resumed their wonted melancholy. Osbert marked the momentary change, and his heart spoke to him the occasion. “My cup of joy is dashed with bitterness,” said he, “for amid the happiness of approaching deliverance, I quit not my prison without some pangs of keen regret; — pangs which it were probably useless to make known, yet which my feeling will not suffer me at this moment to conceal. Within these walls, from whence I fly with eagerness, I leave a heart fraught with the most tender passion; a heart which, while it beats with life, must ever unite the image of Laura with the fondness of love. Could I hope that she were not insensible to my attachment I should depart in peace, and would defy the obstacles which bid me despair. Were I even certain that she would repel my love with cold indifference, I would yet, if she accept my services, effect her rescue, or give my life the forfeiture.” Laura was silent; she wished to speak her gratitude, yet feared to tell her love; but the soft timidity of her eye, and the tender glow of her cheek, revealed the secret that trembled on her lips. The Baroness observed her confusion, and thanking the Earl for the noble service he offered, declined accepting it. She besought him to involve no further the peace of his family and of himself, by attempting an enterprize so crowded with dangers, and which might probably cost him his life. The arguments of the Baroness fell forceless when opposed to the feelings of the Earl; so warmly he urged his suit, and dwelt so forcibly on his approaching departure, that the Baroness ceased to oppose, and the silence of Laura yielded acquiescence. After a tender farewell, with many earnest wishes for his safety, the Earl quitted the apartment elated with hope. But the Baron had been informed of his projected escape, and had studied the means of counteracting it. The centinel had communicated his discovery to some of his comrades, who, without virtue or courage sufficient to quit the service of the Baron, were desirous of obtaining his favour and failed not to seize on an opportunity so flattering as the present, to accomplish their purpose they communicated to their Chief the intelligence they had received.

Malcolm, careful to conceal his knowledge of the scheme, from a design to entrap those of the clan who were to meet the Earl, had suffered Edmund to return to his station at the prison, where he had placed the informers as secret guards, and had taken such other precautions as were necessary to intercept their flight, should they elude the vigilance of the soldiers, and likewise to secure those of his people who should be drawn toward the castle in expectation of their Chief. Having done this, he prided himself in security, and in the certainty of exulting over his enemies, thus entangled in their own stratagem.

After many weary moments of impatience to Alleyn, and of expectation to the Earl, the night at length arrived on which hung the event of all their hopes. It was agreed that Alleyn, with a chosen few, should await the arrival of the Earl in the cavern where terminated the subterraneous avenue. Alleyn parted from James with extreme agitation, and returned to his tent to compose his mind.

It was now the dead of night; profound sleep reigned through the castle of Dunbayne, when Edmund gently unbolted the prison door, and hailed the Earl. He sprung forward, and instantly unclosed the pannel, which they fastened after them to prevent discovery, and passing with fearful steps the cold and silent apartments, descended the great staircase into the hall, whose wide and dark desolation was rendered visible only by the dim light of the taper which Edmund carried in his hand, and whose vaulted ceiling re-echoed their steps. After various windings they descended into the vaults; in passing their dreary length they often paused in fearful silence, listening to the hollow blasts which burst suddenly through the passages, and which seemed to bear in the sound the footsteps of pursuit. At length they reached the extremity of the vaults, where Edmund searched for a trapdoor which lay almost concealed in the dirt and darkness; after some time they found, and with difficulty raised it, for it was long since it had been opened; and it was besides heavy with iron work. They entered, and letting the door fall after them, descended a narrow flight of steps which conducted them to a winding passage closed by a door that opened into the main avenue whence Alleyn had before made his escape. Having gained this, they stepped on with confidence, for they were now not far from the cavern where Alleyn and his companions were awaiting their arrival. The heart of Alleyn now swelled with joy, for he perceived a gleam of distant light break upon the walls of the avenue, and at the same time thought he heard the faint sound of approaching footsteps. Impatient to throw himself at the feet of the Earl, he entered the avenue. The light grew stronger upon the walls; but a point of rock, whose projection caused a winding in the passage, concealed from his view the persons his eyes so eagerly sought. The sound of steps was now fast approaching, and Alleyn gaining the rock, suddenly turned upon three soldiers of the Baron. They instantly seized him their prisoner. Astonishment for a while overcame every other sensation; but as they led him along, the horrid reverse of the moment struck upon his heart with all its consequences, and he had no doubt that the Earl had been seized and carried back to his prison. As he marched along, absorbed in this reflection, a light appeared at some distance, from a door that opened upon the avenue, and discovered the figures of two men, who on perceiving the party, they retreated with precipitation, and closed the door after them. Alleyn knew the Earl in the person of one of them. Two of the soldiers quitting Alleyn, pursued the fugitives, and quickly disappeared through a door. Alleyn finding himself alone with the guard, seized the moment of opportunity, and made a desperate effort to regain his sword. He succeeded; and in the suddenness of the attack, obtained also the weapon of his adversary, who, unarmed, fell at his feet, and called for mercy. Alleyn gave him his life. The soldier, grateful for the gift, and fearful of the Baron’s vengeance, desired to fly with him, and enlist in his service. They quitted the subterraneous way together. On entering the cavern, Alleyn found it vacated by his friends, who on hearing the clash of armour, and the loud and menacing voices of the soldiers, understood his fate, and apprehensive of numbers, had fled to avoid a similar disaster. Alleyn returned to his tent, shocked with disappointment, and lost in despair. Every effort which he had made for the deliverance of the Earl, had proved unsuccessful; and this scheme, on which was suspended his last hope, had been defeated at the very moment when he exulted in its completion. He threw himself on the ground, and lost in bitter thought, observed not the curtain of his tent undraw, till recalled by a sudden noise, he looked up, and beheld the Earl. Terror fixed him to the spot, and for a moment he involuntarily acknowledged the traditionary visions of his nation. The well-known voice of Osbert, however, awakened him to truth, and the ardor with which he embraced his knees, immediately convinced him that he clasped reality.

The soldiers, in the eagerness of pursuit, had mistaken the door by which Osbert had retired, and had entered one below it, which, after engaging them in a fruitless search through various intricate passages, had conducted them to a remote part of the castle, from whence, after much perplexity and loss of time, they were at length extricated. The Earl, who had retreated on sight of the soldiers, had fled in the mean time to regain the trap-door; but the united strength of himself and of Edmund was in vain exerted to open it. Compelled to encounter the approaching evil, the Earl took the sword of his companion, resolving to meet the approach of his adversaries, and to effect his deliverance, or yield his life and his misfortunes to the attempt. With this design he advanced deliberately along the passage, and arriving at the door, stopped to discover the motions of his pursuers: all was profoundly silent. After remaining some time in this situation, he opened the door, and examining the avenue with a firm yet anxious eye as far as the light of his taper threw its beams, discovered no human being. He proceeded with cautious firmness towards the cavern, every instant expecting the soldiers to start suddenly upon him from some dark recess. — With astonishment he reached the cave without interruption; and unable to account for his unexpected deliverance, hastened with Edmund to join his faithful people.

The soldiers who watched the prison, being ignorant of any other way by which the Earl could escape, than the door which they guarded, had suffered Edmund to enter the apartment without fear. It was some time before they discovered their error; surprized at the length of his stay, they opened the door of the prison, which to their utter astonishment, they found empty. The grates were examined; they remained as usual; every corner was explored; but the false pannel remained unknown; and having finished their examination without discovering any visible means by which the Earl had quitted the prison, they were seized with terror, concluding it to be the work of a supernatural power, and immediately alarmed the castle. The Baron, roused by the tumult, was informed of the fact, and dubious of the integrity of his guards, ascended to the apartment; which having himself examined without discovering any means of escape, he no longer hesitated to pronounce the centinels accessary to the Earl’s enlargement. The unfeigned terror which they exhibited was mistaken for artifice, and their supposed treachery was admitted and punished in the same moment. They were thrown into the dungeon of the castle. Soldiers were immediately dispatched in pursuit; but the time which had elapsed ere the guards had entered the prison, had given the Earl an opportunity of escape. When the certainty of this was communicated to the Baron, every passion whose single force is misery, united in his breast to torture him; and his brain, exasperated almost to madness, gave him only direful images of revenge.

The Baroness and Laura, awakened by the tumult, had been filled with apprehension for the Earl, till they were informed of the cause of the general confusion; and hope and dubious joy were ere long confirmed into certainty, for they were told of the fruitless search of the pursuers.

It was now the last day of the term in which the Countess had stipulated to return her answer; she had yet heard nothing from Alleyn; for Alleyn had been busied in schemes, of the event of which he could send no account, for their success had been yet undetermined. Every hope of the Earl’s deliverance was now expired, and in the anguish of her heart, the Countess prepared to give that answer which would send the devoted Mary to the arms of the murderer. Mary, who assumed a fortitude not her own, strove to abate the rigor of her mother’s sufferings, but vainly strove; they were of a nature which defied consolation. She wrote the fatal agreement, but delayed till the last moment delivering it into the hands of the messenger. It was necessary, however, that the Baron should receive it on the following morn, lest the impatience of revenge should urge him to seize on the life of the Earl as the forfeiture of delay. She sent, therefore, for the messenger, who was a veteran of the clan, and with extreme agitation delivered to him her answer; grief interrupted her voice; she was unable to speak to him; and he was awaiting her orders, when the door of the apartment was thrown open, and the Earl, followed by Alleyn, threw himself at her feet. A faint scream was uttered by the Countess, and she sunk in her chair. Mary, not daring to trust herself with the delightful vision, endeavoured to restrain the tide of joy, which hurried to her heart, and, threatened to overwhelm her.

The castle of Athlin resounded with tumultuous joy on this happy event; the courts were filled with those of the clan who had been disabled from attending the field, and whom the report of the Earl’s return, which had circulated with astonishing rapidity, had brought thither. The hall re-echoed with voices; and the people could hardly be restrained from rushing into the presence of their Chief, to congratulate him on his escape.

When the first transports of the meeting were subsided, the Earl presented Alleyn to his family as his friend and deliverer; whose steady attachment he could never forget, and whose zealous service he could never repay. The cheek of Mary glowed with pleasure and gratitude at this tribute to the worth of Alleyn; and the smiling approbation of her eyes rewarded him for his noble deeds. The Countess received him as the deliverer of both her children, and related to Osbert the adventure in the wood. The Earl embraced Alleyn, who received the united acknowledgments of the family, with unaffected modesty. Osbert hesitated not to pronounce the Baron the author of the plot; his heart swelled to avenge the repeated injuries of his family, and he secretly resolved to challenge the enemy to single combat. To renew the siege he considered as a vain project; and this challenge, though a very inadequate mode of revenge, was the only honourable one that remained for him. He forbore to mention his design to the Countess, well knowing that her tenderness would oppose the measure, and throw difficulties in his way, which would embarrass, without preventing his purpose. He mentioned the misfortunes of the Baroness, and the loveliness of her daughter, and excited the esteem and the commiseration of his hearers.

The clamours of the people to behold their Lord, now arose to the apartment of the Countess, and he descended into the hall, accompanied by Alleyn, to gratify their zeal. An universal shout of joy resounded through the walls on his appearance. A noble pleasure glowed on the countenance of the Earl at sight of his faithful people; and in the delight of that moment his heart bore testimony to the superior advantages of an equitable government. The Earl, impatient to testify his gratitude, introduced Alleyn to the clan, as his friend and deliverer, and immediately presented his father with a lot of land, where he might end his days in peace and plenty. Old Alleyn thanked the Earl for his offered kindness, but declined accepting it; alleging, that he was attached to his old cottage, and that he had already sufficient for the comforts of his age.

On the following morning, a messenger was privately dispatched to the Baron, with the challenge of the Earl. The challenge was couched in terms of haughty indignation, and expressed, that nothing but the failure of all other means could have urged him to the condescension of meeting the assassin of his father, on terms of equal combat.

Happiness was once more restored to Athlin. The Countess, in the unexpected preservation of her children, seemed to be alive only to joy. The Earl was now for a time secure in the bosom of his family, and, though his impatience to avenge the injuries of those most dear to him, and to snatch from the hand of oppression the fair sufferers at Dunbayne, would not allow him to be tranquil, yet he assumed a gaiety unknown to his heart, and the days were spent in festivals and joy.

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When I was young, I like the homely food as usual, kiss and the field wind, also from the beginning.

Early in the morning, people may still sound asleep, I took home the cow out of the gate. At that time the family has no walls, just surrounded by stone, wood and wood. The gloom could see the door on a ray of light. The moon has not fallen, pale yellow moon high Yonglan to across the sky. The above misty grayish spots set off her lofty and the vast.

I'm not wake up!

Occasionally heard the sound or the barking of dogs lonely village. Then one morning niuwa son awakened by the sound of it. The cow neck bell " clang ... ... Pan ... ... Pan ... ... " Ringing non-stop, to increase the fraction of vacant and quiet as a foggy morning.

The moonlight shine shadow mottled.

Soil wet road, the dew is to blame. The dense thin mist, like yarn. The roadside grass has clear spirit bead son Jingjing, bright. Slowly together drops, dripping. Ye Yichen, she will unreservedly along the leaf margin climbed down, helpless?

In the mother's shoes, feet, a deep one shallow tread on the dirt road thick. The way up the long grass covered with beads, small drops of water will mercilessly nearly crazily kissed shoes SMB, shoes have become wet, foot will be very slippery in the shoe. The cow hoof edge hair is wet, in a thin mist in the morning, is a dark red and yellow mix.

Early in the morning, the wind is still there, very light, light. A field in the morning fresh air to breathe, probably because of oxygen is too strong. To be able to feel the cold of a layer of white has his hair and eyebrows, like winter's frost.

Go up in front of the hand behind the cow rope, pull rope, but also stubborn cattle to eat the grass, like a hungry ghost. I have a little angry, heavy foot firmly on the floor. Morning good sleep time, and I want so harsh to graze cattle.

Walking on the ridge, can obviously feel a little chilly cold wind. A person standing on the ridge looked empty and lonely mountain village, have a heart throb. Very aggrieved at the one mouthful the grass into the mouth, looked up, and chewed, " thump " sound swallowed. The grass of the insects is unavoidable. Intermittent Qing Ming is still more empty field county. So, the solitude of the field stood a lonely person, and a beating of young heart.

Sometimes go to touch the head of cattle will face in the cow's neck fluffy fur, slippery, but there is a moist, ox hair exudes a wild and mature taste. Shake the cow neck meat chain, shaking in the shadow, I sent a not awake in the morning, not awake time.

Intentions to count his heartbeat, can obviously feel the years long. A second second, a minute passed. Heart is joy and inexplicable panic. Looking toward the distant horizon, greenish white with a red. The sun rises, the day will come, it act recklessly and care for nobody to surging, irresistible, it is difficult to stop.

The sun slowly rose, Chaoyang light gentle yet somewhat hot. The cow is still low head chew grass, tongue expertly rolled. Occasionally raised his head to look, and to restore the original grazing action, no pressure, like the calm after the calm, reconcile oneself to one's situation. Policeman of cow dung still steaming, white smoke disappeared in the air does not see.

Touch a head of cattle, cattle without resistance, such as the mother of the baby. Her eyes filled with hope, hope and joy. Bullfrog with back pay no heed to the cow, the cow free in the next. The ox from time to time to look at the back, is full of care, then the mother love. However, compared with cattle, people is happy. The cow is not destined to love.

The sun occupied, sunshine to the earth, awakened people. Cattle at this time is full, I also want to go back to school. Touch the tauren, rope turned out back. Niuwa not alert, the cow " bull " sound. Niuwa son then scattered joyous run, with the cow back. My shoes are wet, with a thin layer of mud at the foot of slippery shoe tips, to stand in the shoes.

Led by the cattle walk, bullfrog, Huan aside. The wind gently blowing through the ear, whispering ... ...

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Dust in the outer, heart, this love, such as a flower in the heart of the wild flowers, although short, but that beautiful moment, enough to warm my past life. The clasped tenderness, but also become the most beautiful in my afterlife expectation. Thank you, thank you, my love.

Holding your hand, through happy and sad, day and night, we all have, life is not the law of a rhythm, as the heart to feel, do not care too much, just spend them with you, even the iceberg, and I am willing to. - Preface

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Early winter sunshine is full of light and warm flavor, walking in the world of mortals regard with equanimity, you like the breeze, gently blowing over my eyes, leaves a lingering fragrance. You from the bustling smile, I swept the horizon the sun, only to see your face, blowing shells can be broken skin smooth, dignified and gentle, long hair fluttering in the wind triumphantly. I was as light as a cloud, light like water, cold as ice, near me, are not covered all over with cuts and bruises, and you are not to regard it as right.

Looking at your smiling face, imagine, if meet you earlier, this time is it right? You will be more beautiful? I don't have one mind of the immortal, for the world of love and hate no participation, nor rich experience wise, for confusion cross fork a decisive choice, I am just an ordinary people, miss the past, love the world of mortals, that's it.

Quiet time, time across the fingertips, I have no complaint acceptance of all of life, no regrets to enjoy human gift, perhaps because of this, the habit of single shape themselves lost only a temperature. Until I met you, I feel in my heart and love is mutual, the heart to love animals, love.

If not you, how can I know what is love, what is the truth? If not you, is it right? Now I live without a tie in the world? If not you, how can I believe that there is always? If not for you, the mountain, the rain, the other side Cang sea, the wading mang Tian, that all the imprint is engraved on my heart., also entangled so far?

Looking back, the spring, you meet my beautiful bright flowers in that season, Du Zhang water off the endless craze, with road authorities still escape your intimate care. In summer, the temperature is just a cup of coffee, will be sufficient to lead a person to endless aftertastes, ray of the wind, the meaning of affection, light long. The cold autumn wind harp, bent down to pick up a leaf to carry into the armpit, who told me, Luo Hong is not a heartless things, into a more Huhua enriching the soil? The night sky that flower briefly as the broad-leaved epiphyllum beautiful, unforgettable. Winter is mild, who is dancing eyes do get sunlight, blurred puzzled as I send, and who say, hold the heart, cherish forever!

Qing Feng Qing, fine water flows east, through the end of life legend, I smile to allow you, love of life, to the hair become white hair, a road never abandon. You still calm water surface, but the hearts of these this deeply moved, do not want to make promises to be a trap, do not want to become end forever, that they do and cherish.

The sun is still, age still, you understand me, is my lucky, I hurt you, I am the inverse.

Two.

Everlasting love really exist? Maybe, maybe not.

During conversion, the appearance is old, counting the time constant of the infatuation, every day, watching the sunset, and then to meet the ebb and flow of dawn, listen, and then to the sea dry, enjoy flower, to dream Feifei, feeling guilty. Love you, is the best thing I ever did, however, love me, but you have a piercing pain.

Outline into tears of regret, decorated with sad memories, know, love tiring, still can not learn to let go. Have little, etc, all want to change your smile smile, just, for all the efforts to bring you in addition to injury, or a wound. Perhaps, unfortunately, is also very lucky, you taught me how to love, but unfortunately, I do not know how to love others. Because I always believe, no love is time to forget the people, just like me.

Happiness is like fireworks short, mind as fragile as glass, when ten figures buckle, hold the little warmth when there is not much left., close your eyes and helpless, if Yu Wen had been scattered, reheat temperature also does not touch the eyes moist. Breeze away is cannot bear to think of the past of yesterday, not take years but it is long-term attachment, and those who love the day, as if sculpted living long in my heart, in your mind, even if the amnesia, still have faint traces.

The wind cold into a palm of the warmth, the past swirling, hoping the vicissitudes of life, let the time they wither, but I read code in the fall in the dust memories, over and over again repeat. Winter season, as expected, although a person quietly gazing at the blue sky, forever two personal vicissitudes, still thank you for the warm and moving, thank you had loved me, thank those filled with memories, oath chapter, let this love and life.

Time change, passing by, if one day we are old, who will be the one you love? Lost and owned, moment moved, cut off the circulation in this trap, who will travel in the memory of empty, your life persist? Based on the room, heard the familiar melody: hold your hand, through happy and sad, day and night, we all have, life is not the law of a rhythm, as the heart to feel, do not care too much, just spend them with you ... ...

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Despite the numerous hills and streams of the distant, will you my dust face with pale and faint, I still listen to words: thousands of miles to meet his fate, so, early to prepare several altar wine collection. To meet, the heart already knew, but the cooking fume kitchen hand, but still achieved top table feast, only for the circle when poly lamp, San edge after miss.

The first ten years, Jun away once said, if the affinity, can see, so I will be like a plum worry Ji wine altar edge, as monarch soil reservoir.

The spring rain is no snow, one after another in the low-lying place a mountain together into Yiquan, because this spring is clear, with a handful of thin sprinkling points in the fermented glutinous rice, splash bit of love, the mind such as Qionghua dance at the altar room. The spring with spring like eyes eye, because the time has not yet the vicissitudes of life and miss a few winter a few summer, mirror-like rippling green tender expression. Mountain breeze blowing the smell of grass, fresh, slightly fragrant, if far if the past and a point somewhere over the sound of the landscape. I ah, not to warm winter without summer, put aside your smile into the pit, the success of the altar wine in the edge of taste.

Parting like rain, rain, such as wine, with the mountain rain will drink deep, the rain Xixi, is me standing in the wind, the rain, the altar, soil of prayer. A heart with clear water lotus, stick in the clear lonely lake, only to wait for an encounter that after so long dark days, such as lotus like hidden. Then, will miss accumulate, slowly with taste in mind to stack, sweet is the Banjun warm, acid is sent Jun abandon, bitter is when you cool, spicy is Lian Jun, Xin is Jun cited to cool, the Bo many hardships several years, can bring you mellow soft breath out of the altar, as my a Raider Qingshan such as pit, will the dust five taste heart, a taste of the wine altar five margin, to come, whether can it wait for me ten years, all sorts of joys and sorrows.

Second ten years, when you when you said, if there is a margin, Tianya Zhichi in tea, so I offered will clarify the margin wine cupped, cited case, Qi and the eyebrow, and the king lifted lamp at.

People say one altar wine brew for eighteen years just, met you, this wine cellar for twenty years, twenty years, in the years of the latitude may be short, but, to you, to me, is enough. Okay, you just in China, the altar wine has also encouraged the margin of Meiyu like the warmth of heart, is under attack from the turbulent temperature altar tempestuous waves. And each of you sound action approaches, such as the night land red like guns, fire red, hot burning hot static settling altar room.

To lift twenty years the wind snow and rain or bright or dark earth, now open it for you, Jiuzhen lamp temperature. I do not know how do you drink it, is a taste or a drink and then, this wine, taste is clear and not light, thick and not booze when strong, I do not know that the throat into the heart of the moment, whether transpiration in your mind, and I kept waiting to be rainy season because it is raining cats and dogs. And on the Yangtze River impact splash the water, I was blurred, fans will twenty years challenge is led by the edge of a meeting tonight, thoughts, emotion into a Changhong kind of joy.

Unfortunately, after which a drink, you still put the numerous hills and streams pale clothes, think constantly of walking, it rose slanting sleeve, will drop and the edge of a table wine powder. Once thought that, as long as there is a reason you will no longer go, I will be that the rest of the margin of wine over the case, with the bright smile to you. Only, ignored the spread a table edge stuffed you readily written into one edge of the word mumbo-jumbo, many years passed, when the dust has settled when they know the margin of the truth. I know you do not like the above, this margin of wine, maybe you're not like that, but my mind was like thousands of the boiling water. This moment I only those feelings on the altar, as a Anhua Di Liu, paint an abstract Liu parting figure, they hold between complex LED light, ask when will you come again?

Third ten years, get together to spread between Jun general words, if is predestined friends, will never loose, so I use margin mellow as a boat, going together with those dust-laden years away.

You reconcile oneself to one's situation, thirty years, I let go. Deja vu face in the mirror by Cang ran taste, so, I began to like the banquet / Cup in light and brilliantly illuminated the holiday, because in that iridescence, I can still have young luster reproduction, still have the dream, the dream can not sit on the ground, accompany you to drink it. Wine, drunk in the sun, to imagine what it's like to be together for a lifetime, is it right? Like the song " the most romantic thing ", a lifetime to accompany you slowly getting old. I can even imagine edge is brewed and achievements like to marry, opened thirty precious years, mellow like rose, holding in the palm to smile as you hold the wine, mutual promise the most touching, no reason to let me believe there is margin can be eternal, destined to enduring as the universe.

In fact, my heart also has micro resentment, gathered together and leave, why do you come to this process, let my heart no wave wind blowing in a pond. Poly and away from you, and somehow go this process, I will let the altar to meet margin stuffed took he hide, hide and. We can only say, can not say love, even moments, I will hand over your face in the warm sunshine, dare not to see you a pit aroma. You have a flying heart, the habit of staying only occasionally, so, I can't tell you to stop, but did not dare to smell you that a pit aroma, if is also unable to extricate themselves. Just for you, still, quietly end out of the altar thirty precious years, but never told you.

The pavilion bench, people walk San edge, at the beginning of the lantern, a line of silver candle for the dark sky. Like a farewell glance right, shining bright, but do not see the tears ciliary. Laughing off, is it right? It is a kind of fate?

And such as wine, all sorts of joys and sorrows. With those dust-laden years into wine, let me drunk unconscious in the muddled don't understand margin stuffed in a daze, unexpectedly reentry, ferries, established the winding rivers.

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I now, for the first time since I crossed the mountains, found myself sufficiently at leisure to look deliberately round, and mark the different aspects of men and things in a region which, though bearing the same name, and calling itself the same land, was, in many respects, as different from the one I had left, as Amsterdam from St. Petersburg. There every man was straining, and struggling, and striving for himself (heaven knows!) Here every white man was waited upon, more or less, by a slave. There, the newly-cleared lands, rich with the vegetable manure accumulated for ages, demanded the slightest labour to return the richest produce; where the plough entered, crops the most abundant followed; but where it came not, no spot of native verdure, no native fruits, no native flowers cheered the eye; all was close, dark, stifling forest. Here the soil had long ago yielded its first fruits; much that had been cleared and cultivated for tobacco (the most exhausting of crops) by the English, required careful and laborious husbandry to produce any return; and much was left as sheep-walks. It was in these spots that the natural bounty of the soil and climate was displayed by the innumerable wild fruits and flowers which made every dingle and bushy dell seem a garden.

On entering the cottages I found also a great difference in the manner of living. Here, indeed, there were few cottages without a slave, but there were fewer still that had their beefsteak and onions for breakfast, dinner, and supper. The herrings of the bountiful Potomac supply their place. These are excellent “relish,” as they call it, when salted, and, if I mistake not, are sold at a dollar and a half per thousand. Whiskey, however, flows every where at the same fatally cheap rate of twenty cents (about one shilling) the gallon, and its hideous effects are visible on the countenance of every man you meet.

The class of people the most completely unlike any existing in England, are those who, farming their own freehold estates, and often possessing several slaves, yet live with as few of the refinements, and I think I may say, with as few of the comforts of life, as the very poorest English peasant. When in Maryland, I went into the houses of several of these small proprietors, and remained long enough, and looked and listened sufficiently, to obtain a tolerably correct idea of their manner of living.

One of these families consisted of a young man, his wife, two children, a female slave, and two young lads, slaves also. The farm belonged to the wife, and, I was told, consisted of about three hundred acres of indifferent land, but all cleared. The house was built of wood, and looked as if the three slaves might have overturned it, had they pushed hard against the gable end. It contained one room, of about twelve feet square, and another adjoining it, hardly larger than a closet; this second chamber was the lodging-room of the white part of the family. Above these rooms was a loft, without windows, where I was told the “staying company” who visited them, were lodged. Near this mansion was a “shanty,” a black hole, without any window, which served as kitchen and all other offices, and also as the lodging of the blacks.

We were invited to take tea with this family, and readily consented to do so. The furniture of the room was one heavy huge table, and about six wooden chairs. When we arrived the lady was in rather a dusky dishabille, but she vehemently urged us to be seated, and then retired into the closet-chamber above mentioned, whence she continued to address to us from behind the door, all kinds of “genteel country visiting talk,” and at length emerged upon us in a smart new dress.

Her female slave set out the great table, and placed upon it cups of the very coarsest blue ware, a little brown sugar in one, and a tiny drop of milk in another, no butter, though the lady assured us she had a “deary” and two cows. Instead of butter, she “hoped we would fix a little relish with our crackers,” in ancient English, eat salt meat and dry biscuits. Such was the fare, and for guests that certainly were intended to be honoured. I could not help recalling the delicious repasts which I remembered to have enjoyed at little dairy farms in England, not possessed, but rented, and at high rents too; where the clean, fresh-coloured, bustling mistress herself skimmed the delicious cream, herself spread the yellow butter on the delightful brown loaf, and placed her curds, and her junket, and all the delicate treasures other dairy before us, and then, with hospitable pride, placed herself at her board, and added the more delicate “relish” of good tea and good cream. I remembered all this, and did not think the difference atoned for, by the dignity of having my cup handed to me by a slave. The lady I now visited, however, greatly surpassed my quondam friends in the refinement of her conversation. She ambled through the whole time the visit lasted, in a sort of elegantly mincing familiar style of gossip, which, I think, she was imitating from some novel, for I was told she was a great novel reader, and left all household occupations to be performed by her slaves. To say she addressed us in a tone of equality, will give no adequate idea of her manner; I am persuaded that no misgiving on the subject ever entered her head. She told us that their estate was her divi-dend of her father’s property. She had married a first cousin, who was as fine a gentleman as she was a lady, and as idle, preferring hunting (as they called shooting) to any other occupation. The consequence was, that but a very small portion of the dividend was cultivated, and their poverty was extreme. The slaves, particularly the lads, were considerably more than half naked, but the air of dignity with which, in the midst of all this misery, the lanky lady said to one of the young negroes, “Attend to your young master, Lycurgus,” must have been heard to be conceived in the full extent of its mock heroic.

Another dwelling of one of these landed proprietors was a hovel as wretched as the one above described, but there was more industry within it. The gentleman, indeed, was himself one of the numerous tribe of regular whiskey drinkers, and was rarely capable of any work; but he had a family of twelve children, who, with their skeleton mother, worked much harder than I ever saw negroes do. They were, accordingly, much less elegant and much less poor than the heiress; yet they lived with no appearance of comfort, and with, I believe, nothing beyond the necessaries of life. One proof of this was, that the worthless father would not suffer them to raise, even by their own labour, any garden vegetables, and they lived upon their fat pork, salt fish, and corn bread, summer and winter, without variation. This, I found, was frequently the case among the farmers. The luxury of whiskey is more appreciated by the men than all the green delicacies from the garden, and if all the ready money goes for that and their darling chewing tobacco, none can be spent by the wife for garden seeds; and as far as my observation extended, I never saw any American menage where the toast and no toast question, would have been decided in favour of the lady.

There are some small farmers who hold their lands as tenants, but these are by no means numerous: they do not pay their rent in money, but by making over a third of the produce to the owner; a mode of paying rent, considerably more advantageous to the tenant than the landlord; but the difficulty of obtaining money in payment, excepting for mere retail articles, is very great in all American transactions. “I can pay in pro-duce,” is the offer which I was assured is constantly made on all occasions, and if rejected, “Then I guess we can’t deal,” is the usual rejoinder. This statement does not, of course, include the great merchants of great cities, but refers to the mass of the people scattered over the country; it has, indeed, been my object, in speaking of the customs of the people, to give an idea of what they are generally.

The effect produced upon English people by the sight of slavery in every direction is very new, and not very agreeable, and it is not the less painfully felt from hearing upon every breeze the mocking words, “All men are born free and equal.” One must be in the heart of American slavery, fully to appreciate that wonderfully fine passage in Moore’s Epistle to Lord Viscount Forbes, which describes perhaps more faithfully, as well as more powerfully, the political state of America, than any thing that has ever been written upon it.

Oh! Freedom, Freedom, how I hate thy cant!
Not eastern bombast, nor the savage rant
Of purpled madmen, were they numbered all
From Roman Nero, down to Russian Paul,
Could grate upon my ear so mean, so base,
As the rank jargon of that factious race,
Who, poor of heart, and prodigal of words,
Born to be slaves, and struggling to be lords,
But pant for licence, while they spurn controul,
And shout for rights, with rapine in their soul!
Who can, with patience, for a moment see
The medley mass of pride and misery,
Of whips and charters, manacles and rights,
Of slaving blacks, and democratic whites,
Of all the pyebald polity that reigns
In free confusion o’er Columbia’s plains?
To think that man, thou just and gentle God!
Should stand before thee with a tyrant’s rod,
O’er creatures like himself, with soul from thee,
Yet dare to boast of perfect liberty:
Away, away, I’d rather hold my neck
By doubtful tenure from a Sultan’s beck,
In climes where liberty has scarce been named,
Nor any right, but that of ruling, claimed,
Than thus to live, where bastard freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery o’er slaves;
Where (motley laws admitting no degree
Betwixt the vilely slaved, and madly free)
Alike the bondage and the licence suit,
The brute made ruler, and the man made brute!

The condition of domestic slaves, however, does not generally appear to be bad; but the ugly feature is, that should it be so, they have no power to change it. I have seen much kind attention bestowed upon the health of slaves; but it is on these occasions impossible to forget, that did this attention fail, a valuable piece of property would be endangered. Unhappily the slaves, too, know this, and the consequence is, that real kindly feeling very rarely can exist between the parties. It is said that slaves born in a family are attached to the children of it, who have grown up with them. This may be the case where the petty acts of infant tyranny have not been sufficient to conquer the kindly feeling naturally produced by long and early association; and this sort of attachment may last as long as the slave can be kept in that state of profound ignorance which precludes reflection. The law of Virginia has taken care of this. The State legislators may truly be said to be “wiser in their generation than the children of light,” and they ensure their safety by forbidding light to enter among them. By the law of Virginia it is penal to teach any slave to read, and it is penal to be aiding and abetting in the act of instructing them. This law speaks volumes. Domestic slaves are, generally speaking, tolerably well fed, and decently clothed; and the mode in which they are lodged seems a matter of great indifference to them. They are rarely exposed to the lash, and they are carefully nursed in sickness. These are the favourable features of their situation. The sad one is, that they may be sent to the south and sold. This is the dread of all the slaves north of Louisiana. The sugar plantations, and more than all, the rice grounds of Georgia and the Carolinas, are the terror of American negroes; and well they may be, for they open an early grave to thousands; and to avoid loss it is needful to make their previous labour pay their value.

There is something in the system of breeding and rearing negroes in the Northern States, for the express purpose of sending them to be sold in the South, that strikes painfully against every feeling of justice, mercy, or common humanity. During my residence in America I became perfectly persuaded that the state of a domestic slave in a gentleman’s family was preferable to that of a hired American “help,” both because they are more cared for and valued, and because their condition being born with them, their spirits do not struggle against it with that pining discontent which seems the lot of all free servants in America. But the case is widely different with such as, in their own persons, or those of their children, “loved in vain,” are exposed to the dreadful traffic above mentioned. In what is their condition better than that of the kidnapped negroes on the coast of Africa? Of the horror in which this enforced migration is held I had a strong proof during our stay in Virginia. The father of a young slave, who belonged to the lady with whom we boarded, was destined to this fate, and within an hour after it was made known to him, he sharpened the hatchet with which he had been felling timber, and with his right hand severed his left from the wrist.

But this is a subject on which I do not mean to dilate; it has been lately treated most judiciously by a far abler hand. [See Captain Hall’s Travels in America.] Its effects on the moral feelings and external manners of the people are all I wish to observe upon, and these are unquestionably most injurious. The same man who beards his wealthier and more educated neighbour with the bullying boast, “I’m as good as you,” turns to his slave, and knocks him down, if the furrow he has ploughed, or the log he has felled, please not this stickler for equality. There is a glaring falsehood on the very surface of such a man’s principles that is revolting. It is not among the higher classes that the possession of slaves produces the worst effects. Among the poorer class of landholders, who are often as profoundly ignorant as the negroes they own, the effect of this plenary power over males and females is most demoralising; and the kind of coarse, not to say brutal, authority which is exercised, furnishes the most disgusting moral spectacle I ever witnessed. In all ranks, however, it appeared to me that the greatest and best feelings of the human heart were paralyzed by the relative positions of slave and owner. The characters, the hearts of children, are irretrievably injured by it. In Virginia we boarded for some time in a family consisting of a widow and her four daughters, and I there witnessed a scene strongly indicative of the effect I have mentioned. A young female slave, about eight years of age, had found on the shelf of a cupboard a biscuit, temptingly buttered, of which she had eaten a considerable portion before she was observed. The butter had been copiously sprinkled with arsenic for the destruction of rats, and had been thus most incautiously placed by one of the young ladies of the family. As soon as the circumstance was known, the lady of the house came to consult me as to what had best be done for the poor child; I immediately mixed a large cup of mustard and water (the most rapid of all emetics) and got the little girl to swallow it. The desired effect was instantly produced, but the poor child, partly from nausea, and partly from the terror of hearing her death proclaimed by half a dozen voices round her, trembled so violently that I thought she would fall. I sat down in the court where we were standing, and, as a matter of course, took the little sufferer in my lap. I observed a general titter among the white members of the family, while the black stood aloof, and looked stupified. The youngest of the family, a little girl about the age of the young slave, after gazing at me for a few moments in utter astonishment, exclaimed “My! If Mrs. Trollope has not taken her in her lap, and wiped her nasty mouth! Why I would not have touched her mouth for two hundred dollars!”

The little slave was laid on a bed, and I returned to my own apartments; some time afterwards I sent to enquire for her, and learnt that she was in great pain. I immediately went myself to enquire farther, when another young lady of the family, the one by whose imprudence the accident had occurred, met my anxious enquiries with ill-suppressed mirth — told me they had sent for the doctor — and then burst into uncontrollable laughter. The idea of really sympathising in the sufferings of a slave appeared to them as absurd as weeping over a calf that had been slaughtered by the butcher. The daughters of my hostess were as lovely as features and complexion could make them; but the neutralizing effect of this total want of feeling upon youth and beauty, must be witnessed, to be conceived.

There seems in general a strong feeling throughout America, that none of the negro race can be trusted, and as fear, according to their notions, is the only principle by which a slave can be actuated, it is not wonderful if the imputation be just. But I am persuaded that were a different mode of moral treatment pursued, most important and beneficial consequences would result from it. Negroes are very sensible to kindness, and might, I think, be rendered more profitably obedient by the practice of it towards them, than by any other mode of discipline whatever. To emancipate them entirely throughout the Union cannot, I conceive, be thought of, consistently with the safety of the country; but were the possibility of amelioration taken into the consideration of the legislature, with all the wisdom, justice, and mercy, that could be brought to bear upon it, the negro population of the Union might cease to be a terror, and their situation no longer be a subject either of indignation or of pity.

I observed every where throughout the slave States that all articles which can be taken and consumed are constantly locked up, and in large families, where the extent of the establishment multiplies the number of keys, these are deposited in a basket, and consigned to the care of a little negress, who is constantly seen following her mistress’s steps with this basket on her arm, and this, not only that the keys may be always at hand, but because, should they be out of sight one moment, that moment would infallibly be employed for purposes of plunder. It seemed to me in this instance, as in many others, that the close personal attendance of these sable shadows, must be very annoying; but whenever I mentioned it, I was assured that no such feeling existed, and that use rendered them almost unconscious of their presence.

I had, indeed, frequent opportunities of observing this habitual indifference to the presence of their slaves. They talk of them, of their condition, of their faculties, of their conduct, exactly as if they were incapable of hearing. I once saw a young lady, who, when seated at table between a male and a female, was induced by her modesty to intrude on the chair of her female neighbour to avoid the indelicacy of touching the elbow of a man. I once saw this very young lady lacing her stays with the most perfect composure before a negro footman. A Virginian gentleman told me that ever since he had married, he had been accustomed to have a negro girl sleep in the same chamber with himself and his wife. I asked for what purpose this nocturnal attendance was necessary? “Good heaven!” was the reply, “if I wanted a glass of water during the night, what would become of me?”

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I can tell by your eyes

　　that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever, 

　　and the stars in the sky

　　don't mean nothin' to you,

　　they're a mirror.

　　I don't want to talk about it,

　　how you broke my heart.

　　if I stay here just a little bit longer,

　　if Istay here, 

　　won't you listen to my heart,

　　whoa, heart?

　　if I stand all alone,

　　will the shadow hide the color of my heart，

　　blue for the tears,
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　　black for the night's fears.

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Chapter2 I have been waiting for so long 

HaoSiYuan go back, the heart also jump very much. 

She hurriedly burned a pot of boiling water to blunt some milk powder, working recently too tired, she always make insomnia, face thistle told her drink a cup of milk before bed will be better. 

Face the thistle is university dormitory with friends, ever had a crush on one of the three musketeers school HuoYanFei. 

She was laughing at her: "huo childe has what good? Five big three thick, ligatures a love letter can make a joke." 

Face thistle said: "like he make jokes, ZhouLiDong than your house that the occasion male much stronger!" 

She was urgent, began to count ZhouLiDong good: "the beginning of winter is not the occasion, he is more gentle, gentle kind, work is very stable, careful and thoughtful, although he looks very gentleman is very inside collect, actually he is a idea have idea, the most important thing is he only love me a man......" 

Every time I hear her so unabashedly said, face thistle and gas have to take ZhouLiDong gave her plush bear lost her: "go to, I don't know how to say you, haven't marry the past! Hurry hold your ZhouLiDong to bed!" 

She was holding the stupid big plush bear on the dormitory bed ha ha silly smile, continue to think he's good, he is so good, is the three musketeers inside the most handsome, the most calm, the most intelligent, looks gentle gentleman, but sometimes he can be broken... Want to want to go to how also can not sleep, waiting for ZhouLiDong every night good night telephone. 

"Memory is to hold the moon hold becomes dark..." 

Cell phones to bell rang, this is her favorite song, siyuan immediately return to god. 

"It is, and always... didn't sleep... uh uh, yes, finished, it on your table, tomorrow go to work you can see." 

It is the general manager asked her how to do the work. Siyuan sigh of relief, such a small company will with prolonged labor time and increase the intensity of labor to bleed staff's surplus value, however, this is her choice. 

Hurriedly sleep, have to be up early tomorrow go to work! 

After a few days, the general manager find siyuan: "you this tender took it to bi-monthly xu director!" 

"Our bid why give bi-monthly?" She doubts, have to ask. 

The general manager some sympathetically looked at her black rim of the eye: "they, if the probability of cooperation with them, even if we can't get the mark, also there are other benefits." 

Siyuan the bi-monthly, on the director xu, etc, have never thought, and well into touch a papers. 

That night, she actually heard well to shout to her, she did not, don't want to be with them to pull on what relation. 

"HaoSiYuan -- this time you run off!" Well into will hand on her shoulder, blunt she satisfiedly smile, "I said that night to see is you, the beginning of winter also said not!" 

"Well brother?" Siyuan surprise, how well into here? 

See her hands holding a bid, and the well into pick eyebrow: "you in zhu company?" 

Siyuan nod: "zhu always let me take this to make director." 

Well into commanded front desk: "rush rush XuYunJiang, let him come on out anything!" Say that finish and ask siyuan, "over the past few years where have you been? How has been no news?" 

Siyuan smiled: "in xi 'an for a year, the rest of the time all in Beijing." 

Well into shout: "how to don't contact us?" 

"All didn't you contact..." 

She walked, put all stumble all pull off, go completely. 

"Now that saw, will be a good get together!" Well into took her, looked earnestly "my name is the beginning of winter and swallow." 

"Don't call, well. I have a brother, let's get together sometime." Siyuan shrinkage on the body, light tone begged. 

Well into looking at her troubled eyes, as if deep in thought: 

"I say 1 with zhu, keep you eat a meal, do not let the beginning of winter and the swallow." 

Well zonal HaoSiYuan to JiuTouDiao eat hubei cuisine, he smiled and said: "remember you like to eat." 

Siyuan also smiled: "thanks brother." 

"You didn't call me well into? Now out of the school instead called brother?" Well to make her, also didn't say he has been remember when she was in university, the way CuiShengSheng cute, not like now so alert and take some tired eyes. 

"The past small, doesn't know any better." Siyuan can not help but think longingly at that time and well into MeiDaMeiXiao appearance, when to begin to decide is serious and polite, start and others have distance? 

She was always her hands rested on her hips, and the evil form evil shape to shout him: "well, as if you don't ask me to eat more than cute, today's papers don't want to let the beginning of winter to help you write." 

So, well achievement does not ZhouLiDong please eat dinner, also have to ask her to eat ice cream to just go. 

Ago, well into old call her "jiaotong university blue stocking HaoSiYuan". Occasionally affectionately called her little teacher younger sister, because he and she is a system, he is tall her a grade. ZhouLiDong and HuoYanFei and his different system, it is the same year. 

"Anyway, or jiaotong university Simon the the sweet osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root is the most delicious, soft sweet." This well. 

Siyuan nodded: "yes, when we go to eat, will have to two sets. Also, most of her out. 

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"Which day to eat?" Well into watched her expression, carefully proposal. 

"Eat not to, brother don't know? That shop has been open." Siyuan said simply 

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And school, tall, can play basketball and grow handsome boy is always welcome, boy concern qin heater, but there are more girls to see DingYu play. 

Put the study, a few people to play on the pitch, several round, all tired gasping for air, only DingYu tirelessly ran back and forth. 

Today, the mood is not very good. 

For lunch, see qin heater and that he beat the boy together eat in the dining hall, laughing and talking, what seems to be the two men always stay together. 

Nobody tube? 

He is never follow rules of discipline, puppy love, in his side to happen from time to tome, also no wonder that, right now but very hope someone tube qin heater, he would like to loudly shouted to early love is wrong, but don't know that he should have more absurd. 

Another not hit, the ball into the basket on the bounce back, he looked at the ball landing, next to see him play girl picking up the ball to him, and he took the, see also didn't see that girl a. 

His brothers even fatty have girlfriend, that drank alcohol, fatty really give he introduced several girls, said come out to play, area is three to four, he admitted that they are beautiful, but do not know why, is lazy and they say a word. 

A few times down fatty also didn't the patience, asked whether he like man. 

He certainly won't like man, but girls? He also never mind, if must say, he seems to only pay attention to the qin dynasty heater. 

Only the qin heater? 

Thought of here, he ZhengZhu, trying to recall, from can remember the memory recall again. 

Really, really only qin heater just. 

"DingYu, you hair what stay, the somebody else eyebrow in the United States for you to pick up the ball?" Next to the companion smile to call him. 

He came back god, see side of girl, holding the ball, a face of look forward to to look at him. 

Looking forward to? Looking forward to what? 

He took the ball, not to throw out, looking at the sun setting in the west, suddenly feel panic, why only qin heater? 

"After the ball you drink?" The girl quietly beside him said. 

He leng leng, looking at her. 

"Yes." He said, and then watched the girl a face of excitement ran to the side waiting for. 

Why only qin heater? He was upset to think. 

Very late back, in the empty street upside patting the ball side walk. 

Really and the girl have a meal together, and his word is not much, are all the girls in the talk, what to say? He didn't listen, absent-minded. 

To have a meal and shopping in a street, he has been very impatient, the girl bought a pair of gadgets, took a hanging in his bag, he looked at, is a star. Do not know why, he felt that the star was dazzling, a will be the star from the bag off and threw it on the ground, the girl hurried picked up from the floor, asked him if he doesn't like, he didn't, should be turned away. 

The girl behind shout, don't walk, that tomorrow will not go away, he didn't answer, wish, absolutely no tomorrow. 

Why I can't accept that girl? 

In fact she is very beautiful, very obedient, he should be like, but can't afford to focus the whole night spirit, like a lost soul like. 

Does he really have a problem? 

He stopped, see home stopped a car. 

Santana, at that time the town was a rarity. 

He walked in, see the sitting room besides the qin dynasty and the warm wind, sat a man, in western dress and leather shoes. 

He screwed up his eyes. 

"You come back," FuLei first saw him, said a sentence, and then to the man as he said, "that is DingYu." 

Do not know why, he did not look at the man, but to see side didn't speak of qin warm wind, her face some heavy. 

The man stood up, incredibly than DingYu more than half a head, let originally little sitting room appears more narrow: "you are small Yu ah, the last time I saw you, you but is only five years old, long so big?" A man appear some excited, to DingYu approached a few steps. 

The DingYu possession means, in addition to dad again no one so call him. 

"Who are you?" His calm voice asked. 

"I am your second tertiary ah, alas, ten years gone, don't recognize?" He pats DingYu back, "not the kui is our DingGuRen, long so high." 

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And school, tall, can play basketball and grow handsome boy is always welcome, boy concern qin heater, but there are more girls to see DingYu play. 

Put the study, a few people to play on the pitch, several round, all tired gasping for air, only DingYu tirelessly ran back and forth. 

Today, the mood is not very good. 

For lunch, see qin heater and that he beat the boy together eat in the dining hall, laughing and talking, what seems to be the two men always stay together. 

Nobody tube? 

He is never follow rules of discipline, puppy love, in his side to happen from time to tome, also no wonder that, right now but very hope someone tube qin heater, he would like to loudly shouted to early love is wrong, but don't know that he should have more absurd. 

Another not hit, the ball into the basket on the bounce back, he looked at the ball landing, next to see him play girl picking up the ball to him, and he took the, see also didn't see that girl a. 

His brothers even fatty have girlfriend, that drank alcohol, fatty really give he introduced several girls, said come out to play, area is three to four, he admitted that they are beautiful, but do not know why, is lazy and they say a word. 

A few times down fatty also didn't the patience, asked whether he like man. 

He certainly won't like man, but girls? He also never mind, if must say, he seems to only pay attention to the qin dynasty heater. 

Only the qin heater? 

Thought of here, he ZhengZhu, trying to recall, from can remember the memory recall again. 

Really, really only qin heater just. 

"DingYu, you hair what stay, the somebody else eyebrow in the United States for you to pick up the ball?" Next to the companion smile to call him. 

He came back god, see side of girl, holding the ball, a face of look forward to to look at him. 

Looking forward to? Looking forward to what? 

He took the ball, not to throw out, looking at the sun setting in the west, suddenly feel panic, why only qin heater? 

"After the ball you drink?" The girl quietly beside him said. 

He leng leng, looking at her. 

"Yes." He said, and then watched the girl a face of excitement ran to the side waiting for. 

Why only qin heater? He was upset to think. 

Very late back, in the empty street upside patting the ball side walk. 

Really and the girl have a meal together, and his word is not much, are all the girls in the talk, what to say? He didn't listen, absent-minded. 

To have a meal and shopping in a street, he has been very impatient, the girl bought a pair of gadgets, took a hanging in his bag, he looked at, is a star. Do not know why, he felt that the star was dazzling, a will be the star from the bag off and threw it on the ground, the girl hurried picked up from the floor, asked him if he doesn't like, he didn't, should be turned away. 

The girl behind shout, don't walk, that tomorrow will not go away, he didn't answer, wish, absolutely no tomorrow. 

Why I can't accept that girl? 

In fact she is very beautiful, very obedient, he should be like, but can't afford to focus the whole night spirit, like a lost soul like. 

Does he really have a problem? 

He stopped, see home stopped a car. 

Santana, at that time the town was a rarity. 

He walked in, see the sitting room besides the qin dynasty and the warm wind, sat a man, in western dress and leather shoes. 

He screwed up his eyes. 

"You come back," FuLei first saw him, said a sentence, and then to the man as he said, "that is DingYu." 

Do not know why, he did not look at the man, but to see side didn't speak of qin warm wind, her face some heavy. 

The man stood up, incredibly than DingYu more than half a head, let originally little sitting room appears more narrow: "you are small Yu ah, the last time I saw you, you but is only five years old, long so big?" A man appear some excited, to DingYu approached a few steps. 

The DingYu possession means, in addition to dad again no one so call him. 

"Who are you?" His calm voice asked. 

"I am your second tertiary ah, alas, ten years gone, don't recognize?" He pats DingYu back, "not the kui is our DingGuRen, long so high." 

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