Kaczmarek Kaczmarek's blog : Arty record by Adu
When I was twenty years old, those straightforward and rude vows seemed to be
still in my ears. If He didn't tell himself. If time could go back, if facts
could be forgotten.. Fang Sishen closed his eyes and said, "Let me think about
it again. Think about it.". I didn't have a good rest for several days in a row.
After the afternoon class, my head was so heavy that I fell down. Fortunately,
there was no class on Friday, so I went back to the dormitory and fell asleep in
a daze. It is still a dream that has been repeated countless times, but this
time there are some new contents. He dreamed that the dark city gate was wide
open, a figure dragged a heavy pace forward, heavy fences blocked behind him one
after another, and finally "clang", a dark iron gate fell from the sky,
completely cut off the figure. He covered his chest and woke up with his heart
beating wildly. Clang! With a sound, Fang Sishen almost jumped out of bed
because he felt that the sound was like thunder. It took me a long time to
realize that the next door probably came in and went out, and the action was a
little rude. It was dark, and after two loud noises, the outer room suddenly
became silent. Remembering the last scene in his dream, Fang Sishen pressed his
heart and asked himself: How can you be willing, how can you be willing, to give
him to others for trial? Unable to hold back any longer, he quickly packed up
his schoolbag, grabbed his coat and ran out. He ran to the school gate, saw an
empty taxi, and immediately got into it. Unfortunately,touch
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long before the speed slowed down. Staring anxiously at the motionless queue of
cars, he could not bear to pay the bill and ran into the nearest subway station.
Transfer, get out of the station, go upstairs and open the door. The room was
quiet. I haven't run like this for a long time. Fang Sishen held the wall and
rested for a long time. He knew that there was probably no one at this time, and
that sweat and breathing were just for self-comfort. When he had had enough
rest, he called his father and said that he would not go home this weekend. Fang
Duzhi did not ask much, only said: "I will be more these days, these two weeks
back or not as you like,65
inch touch screen, but the Tomb Sweeping Festival is coming, you remember to
come back early that day." Fang Sishen answered and sat in the dark waiting for
Hong Xinbiao. Waiting can be annoying or calming. Fang Sishen sat on the sofa
and waited, thinking about a lot of things. When the time and space of thought
are infinitely expanded, some specific stages and events can easily become
insignificant. When it comes to feelings, when a lifetime, rather than a
paragraph, becomes an attribute, the worries, vacillations, panics and fears of
the past are just drops of water in the long river, grass on the high mountains,
and a pot of vinegar on the feast of life. Fang Sishen smiled at the thought of
vinegar. "Ding Ding Dang," someone pulled out the key to open the door. Pow! The
light is on. Hong Xinbiao hung the key in his hand and looked at him foolishly:
"You.." Why are you here? Fang Sishen glanced at the clock on the wall. It was
almost twelve o'clock. Why did you just come back? I.. I went downstairs to your
dormitory. Fang Sishen was surprised. "Did you go downstairs in my dormitory?" I
stay downstairs in your dormitory every night until the lights go out. Today the
light has not been on, until eleven o'clock, there is no one, I thought you went
home. "When did you go?" Every day when I have nothing to do, 86
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touch screen board, I go there and stay, sometimes at eight or nine o'clock,
sometimes at nine or ten o'clock. Come back when you turn off the lights. Fang
Sishen looked at him, his heart sour, and he could not say anything. For a
moment, big eyes stare at small eyes. Hong Xinbiao suddenly returned to his
soul: "Have you eaten yet? I'll cook noodles for you." Remembering that he had
not had dinner, Fang Sishen stood up and said, "I'll do it." Hong Dashao timidly
went into the kitchen and said, "I'm hungry, too. How about cooking more?" Fang
Sishen nodded, opened the fire to boil water, then opened the refrigerator to
check, and found three eggs and half a wilting green vegetable. Hong Xinbiao
rubbed against him step by step, and finally hugged his waist and buried his
head on his shoulder while beating the eggs: "Brother, you're here, that's
great.." Fang Sishen put down the bowl and put his hand on the back of his hand.
Standing behind him was a lonely and pitiful child, just like himself. "I have
something to ask you after a midnight snack," he said lightly. "Good." Two
people silently eat noodles, Hong Xinbiao silently washed the bowl, returned to
the living room, saw Fang Sishen sitting on the sofa, went to sit cross-legged
on the carpet in front of him, as if to continue the unfinished conversation of
that day. He is tall, and his posture is not much different from Fang Sishen's.
Fang Sishen's hand still fell on his shoulder: "That day." I was scared by you.
I didn't understand a lot of words. Please say it carefully again. Hong Xinbiao
raised his head: "I regret it. I shouldn't have told you and made you feel
uncomfortable.". Just forget it, okay? Brother, forget it! Fang Sishen looked at
him steadily. "Then why did you tell me?"? Do you mean to make me feel bad? No,
I didn't think much about it at that time. I just knew to say it and find
someone to say it. Who else can I talk to besides you? But, "Hong Xinbiao
clenched his two hands in the palm of his hand," I think clearly now, you think
I talk in my sleep, that's not true, I'm talking nonsense. Forget it, brother,
please, forget it, okay? Fang Sishen was not moved at all, and his tone was
still light: "Ah Yao, if I say I want you to surrender, what will you do?" Hong
Xinbiao seemed to have anticipated, grinning at him, actually bringing out a
cruel and bleak meaning: "Brother, you still don't understand, I don't have to
do anything.". He had no way out, only the last move, racking his brains, I do
not know how well calculated. The truck that crashed into the railing was an
out-of-town vehicle. The camera on this side of the bridge was broken half a
month ago. We set out at six o'clock in the morning. At that time, there was not
even a ghost on the bridge. Who knows what fell down. What's more, this year's
spring flood is fierce, even Xiaolang Gorge, no one dares to go down to fish for
corpses-now it's March, that is, fishing up, what's left? This Spring
Festival,smartboards
for business, who in Hejin doesn't know that someone in our family is
missing? He hid his whereabouts to death. My elder sister went crazy to look for
it. Recently, she also gave up and was too lazy to do any more. Which year
didn't dozens of people die in Hejin because of this and that? If our family
doesn't pursue it, who else will? 。 hsdsmartboard.com
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