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That year. I love him (I)
Blog Submitted by vanscilwj610 on 11/22/2011 at 1:31 AM Report Blog

 

I was her man and the lover’s mazarine I was 8 years old, was my mother threw in her door. This gave birth to my woman said, if you follow me, only one. Your dad died, and even my own all could not support.That day, the wind and the rain is a very big, my mom purple dress in the corner, I have lost even tears flowed Cocktail dressesnot to come out. I’m in the rain and yell after her, run several road, exhausted, I will stand in the middle of the road, hoping what wagon I knocked down and let me leave this world…In the evening, I still sit in the call LiChunHua woman door, she came back home, see a shivered from the cold children, a pack a few pieces of clothing box. She tight knead with my arm, the face heavy for a long time, a language not hair to bring me into the house.I change for the clean clothes, she asked me, your mama to you? These things will I hide all the tears of derivation, I nod and shook his head, bite the lip, the tears flow a face. She perplexed after, and holds me in your arms, for a long time didn’t speak.
I punch, see her out the damp, she took blower help me to blow a hair, her fingers, soft arms have shallow mint Quinceanera Dressessmell. She said, you see your hair, like him, and straight and hard. She suddenly lost his hair dryer, “t” to cry. She said, small warm, from now on, have an aunt of rice to eat, you of the one mouthful.I think the world is strange, her man in one night, in order to give his lover to buy a sugar fry a chestnut, crossing the road had been hit by a car, and I, her man and the lover’s illegitimate child, unexpectedly came over to her, and she accepted. I how can against her kind?I just knew, that in the world there are such love, I believe that no one will love her more than my father. She often stroking my hair, time of have a meal, also can stare at my eyebrow eye absent-minded. She said, you how so like him?She turned to me, took me to learn of the report, she said, have what not happy, you will tell an aunt. years old heart, have already Taffeta Quinceanera Dressesfor her words very fear, only half of the day, I ran back to her. She go to work in, “a rumbling” the machine, she ran out try so hard to ask me how I. I was a cry, don’t know what to say… B: yes, I don’t know how to tell her open mouth, the children despise me in my class, I sit at the same table, that firm the flower girl abandoned, bowknot of the mouth scold me shameless. She said, you a mazarine, still brazenly to find someone to keep you.I bite a lip, refutes a word, she said is true. EveryShe asked along while, look at me, I’m in addition to cry without any answer, can’t help some fire borrowed bicycle to school to find my teacher in charge. Night came back, she said, this house price is very good, I want to sell it or rent out… I pick a bowl of rice didn’t do any response, the day that child over the words in my mind back to my heart, tie the sole was painful.Night, I packed their things, her Taffeta floor length Quinceanera dressdoor and a half open, and I saw her in the in bed not asleep. I crept open the door went forth, and heard her very vigilance ground get out of bed.Sitting in the chair, the night so dark, the world is so great, I already did not know should go to where.

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