Tuesday, September 18, 2012

She handed him a coat, very fit, seemingly tailor-made


She handed him a coat, very fit, seemingly tailor-made. Along the way, who did not speak, like back to the middle school, he sat in the front, she secretly watched him in the back, and when he looked back to look away. His best to make her stay away from her unique left him fascinated. She did not know his geometry, he did not understand her poems.

The driver was very enthusiastic with the dialect and talk to them, she became a translator.

"Do you object?"

Her bow smiled: "no."

"Southerners?"

"Well."

"Early look out, the men of the South are good skin, can be out of the water, unlike us this old pine bark." She saw he frowned, smiled on his convey master goodwill of ridicule. He then laughed, attracted by northern men candor and humor. Their skin is indeed the sun to create a dark shiny metallic luster and healthy atmosphere exudes in front of them, he is a sickly sprouts.

Him get off in the middle the florist bandage to the side of the road a cluster of white lilies to her. Flowers filled the cabin, penetrating her every pore, reaching as far as the nature of.

Seven

She lived alone in a single apartment. This is her favorite residence, daylight around the bed at night the moonlight by the window.

Lay down their luggage, she handed him a cup of good bubble tea in advance. The pink liquid faint drug Hong, sweet, slightly astringent. "This is Rhodiola anti-altitude sickness.

She went to the bathroom to give him water. He stood alone in the living room. Room environment, he is no stranger to this pile, one piece, he has seen from her letter. While he recalls, parents, Ying Luo other relatives and friends face, a video-like flash from the front, over and over again. Puzzled, questioning, questioned. Even the pocket closed phone, like a bomb-like, he frightened. His palms started to sweat, he began to trance why standing here, and feel that they should go back to the Ying Luo apology, and then re-wedding. He also hate the idea of ??their own cowardice and yield hated so real.

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