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[One] I am thirty-year old this year, Xinda is 32 years old.

I remember that we are all high.

I still remember that his birthday is New Year's Eve, but it has already remembered what time is.

It's so speeding away, take away the memories of me when I have a small year, but I have not taken a Cindayi.

I thought that I was not free, but I didn't have a freedom, and I portrayed such a lonely Chen tired, and Chen tired also felt pain and hesitated.

This world, the biggest freedom is not sleepy in a corner, in the mind, countless white pigeons, but, can go out of the room, adapted to the crowd in the world.

I am not a saying, I don't have the patience of words.

Yes, it is patience.

His surface is reluctant to compromise with this world, but every painting, it shows unparalleled care and ambition.

High school students participated in the Shu Xi, the full moon feast of the A Heng child, came back and I said: "I have never seen a couple like they are not like couples, a family of fucking messy stalls, a splendid.

How can they become, how do I still single? This is not scientific.

I laughed, didn't talk.

For the classmates around us, most of them will only see the branch of A Heili and high posture, they are not with our help, right, we have "once"

A group of people are deeply gotting, never understand, when the temperature is angry, the endurance and sorrow in the eyes are described in what kind of language described; the words hoped to have the window of the A Heng, but there is no expression, but there is no way to stop How is a expression.

I haven't remember what I have ever used, I don't remember who specially liked me, but I can say what I have said to my friends, those who have loved, hated people like several families.

My dear friends, as a friend, where can I still do? Falling in Sinda is the most wrong thing I have done in my life.

The mistake is not that I loved a person named Cindayi. The mistake is that I love a man.

And this man is happening happens to take on this world's simplest and tempered expenditure and responsibility.

In this world, the red man is such a thing.

They marked the true love and innocent, but they really loved the resistance, and the sorrows ran more than anyone.

At the end, I came: Well, after all, I once loved, so it was enough.

I said that I said to my wall countless times: "Xin Dayi, we have loved it after all.

The empty room returned, Xin Dayi, we love ... Xin Dayi, we love ... Yes ... Xin Dayi ... but, this ... is not enough.

It is Chen tired that say this sentence.

Chen tired ten refers to the air, and it is nothing.

[II] I put all the money to Dadai, disappearing in the corner of this city.

In this way, it is obviously not difficult to hide a person.

Thirty-year-old man has already learned to converge.

Going to the bustling street, you won't see the workman of the 30th year old, and they will always pay attention to a group of children.

Only because we have passed that young.

And, I am deeply missing.

A Heng, the second child of Shouxi was born, and the students met again.

They ask me on MSN, I shook my head for the second time, but I think, I should have a child belonging to myself.

When I go to the orphanage, the old child has been adopted, and the rest is older. The so-called "white eyes"

I chose the most tone, the most, the biggest child.

Because he is the most disturbed, because he is even the biggest age, it is just seven years old.

I am thinking, what is I doing when I was seven? At the age of seven, my parents were divorced.

No one loves, the child is always bullied.

The last transfer school, I dressed as a girl, weak and beautiful for me, the first time a barrier survived.

The child I adopted has a nice name, called Jiang Mo.

He said with a guard: "My mother gave me the name, I will not change my life.

"Ah, very good.

I laughed.

He said that he had a brother and was sent to another orphanage.

He said that he can only be recognized by the name and your brother, so we must not change the name.

Jiang's parents were killed in a car accident. Before dying, a pair of sons took out the window and died.

Jiang Mo can't forget, I don't forget him.

[Three] Jiang Yao's first day of elementary school, pulling my hand won't be lost.

He and other children participated in the enrollment ceremony, and also looked at three times.

All children are laughing, and Jiang Mo is standing, and it is kept, and it is not willing to close it with other children.

I have seen some sad, spend the hands far, shout: "Jiang Mo, Dad has been with you here, don't be afraid!

He looked back, looked at me, then died.

He nodded, and he had turned it, he turned his head and joined his first small collective.

I first realized the taste of being a father, this taste made my heart.

When Jiang Mo dinched every day, even said, the eyebrow dance gave me something happened in the school, and a meal can be taken an hour.

I like this feeling, always smile and listen to him, occasionally reprimand him too naughty, don't do it.

Jiang Yao said that he has a very good friend, want to bring to his home to play toys.

I bought Too many toys from China, and he was very novel, and he was very well-behaved, never mentioned in front of me.

I nodded and promised his request, let him ask him the best children like what.

Jiang Yam sat on my leg and hugged my neck spoiled: "Dad, you are so good.

I laughed, hugged him, throwing up: "The son, grow up, Dad is old!

Jiang Mo suddenly was not happy, his mouth, fell a tear.

He hit my neck tightly: "Dad, don't die, don't die, don't leave me alone."

Don't be old, don't die.

This is really the best wish.

[Four] When Jiang Mo's children came to the home, I was engaged in cooking, and I saw his moments, still have a hair.

He is very politely said: "Uncle is good, I am saying.

I touched the head of this child and I couldn't help but use gentle eyes.

When he rushed like a sunflower, a beautiful and happy little face, I nodded, didn't correct this little misunderstanding, let them go to the game room.

When I was eating, Jiang Yugi fairy dance gave a word: "My father does this can be delicious, you taste it."

Everything is very happy, until you eat ribs and frown.

Jiang Yao asked him: "What happened?"

The words are bent, laugh: "My mother often makes ribs.

When he said, I smiled and smiled, I couldn't help but laugh. This time I can't make ribs, I met the ancestors who made ribs.

Jiang Yao and Yan Qi face each other, thinking that I have been stimulated.

I pinched my words, I couldn't help but say: "You have to be truly like your father.

"Do you know me Dad?"

The words of the words are bright, and the little guy seems to have a fantasy and admire that does not have existence to his scourge dad.

"Well, I know.

I also know your mother.

I laughed, said, "I am high school class with your father and mother.

"Ah, then do you know me to do my father?"

The words are more exciting.

Do Dad? "My father is called Xin Dayi, his surname Xin, my mother said, is a hard work.

The little guy looked at me confused and explained.

Oh.

Xin, it turned out to be this.

If Xin, if it is suffering, that Chen, Chen is old, it is the past.

I said: "I also know Xindayi, he is a child, I have played an English name, called Eve, is the meaning of New Year's Eve.

New Year's Eve, except for the old welcome.

[Five] Yan Xi opened a picture, I learned from his love in love.

I wore a side of sunglasses, holding my son's hand, there.

Those color is bright and bright, I have been familiar with.

The people around the people are commended, or appreciated, or disdainful, but that the first eye saw the shock, no one denied.

They did not read the pain behind these old manuscripts. Only I clear, this is the time of A Heng Zhaoyuang, and the time of being imprisoned is drawn.

There are more colors, there are many changes, and there are more than a bright surface. His hearts have a variety of shrinkage, a bit close, a bit of sadness.

This is the mask of the words, when everything is lost, but there is no dignity for the patience of love and never turn.

He used to pointed to me asked: "Chen tired, do your ears are the same as me, is it afraid? Hear the person? For this kind of person, you have harmed the Dadi of the eight years!

How long is it eight years? Compared with ten years in eight years, it has been two years, eight years and ten years, ten years have become a total of Wenheng and Shu Xi, and the eight years will not be Chen tired and Cindayi.

How do I have to harm him? I looked up with the painting of the highest in half of the exhibition hall, I wrote above: heaven.

[Six] Lu flow comes out from the four sides, the time spent is not long.

He is a genius, no one questioned, but he once failed, everyone also looked in the eyes.

I vaguely remember, from a long time ago, Lu Jia did not play with the words, and I didn't share the sky with Sun Jia.

This exhibition showed the god of land.

I thought he would never appear again in A Heng, in front of him, at least the thick face as I, I only dared to wear a mirror to steal.

The land stream is under his secretary, and the high gesture comes, the name to buy the "heaven" of Shu Xi, only because Si Xi once let him "hell"

Abheng is still old, but the hair is growing.

I have been deeply confused. I can't understand it so far, that is, the length of the three years of Heng High School will always be a height, not short too much, and it is not long.

I have grabbed her hair to ask why, Daxai is still surprisingly surprised.

This child is such a person, even if it is not so beautiful, there is no new clothes to wear, no one loves, and always try to make yourself look clean.

She is here with land, except gender, the biggest difference is here.

A Heng never asked himself why not something else, but land flowing is always in something.

This is what I have ever seen, the second time I have confront to land.

For the first time, only I am present, the Wenheng classmate listened to a phone call.

This time, I was still present, and the words of the words were not letting, and they were also present.

Yan Qi saw Jiang Yao, two children smiled together to play games, and the sword between the adults could not affected them.

I stood a very far away, I looked up, I didn't plan to make a pool fish.

..

It's hard to export him, but you can say so gentle.

Shu Xi nodded, then shook his head: "I don't sell, let's go.

A Heheng frowned and asked: "How much is you?"

The land smiled faintly: "3 million.

Yan Xi: "Do not sell.

Alheng: "Sell.

Shu Xi: "Are you crazy? Sell to him, you said, go home to fight with me.

Let me sleep on the sofa, eat spicy ribs, I just leave home!

Abheng: "Roll, now, roll now, how far is much!

I don't know what to say all day, don't sell paintings? "

Yan Xi: "Wife, you don't understand my art.

I listened to listening to it and laughed.

Lu Guan pulls a check, throw it to the Alheng, will: "350,000, enough?"

That kind of attitude, it's really uncomfortable.

A Heili tearned, looked at land flow, reach out and laughed: "Reissue.

I am laughing behind, and landing is obvious.

He will also be passionate, and he is patiently signed: "20 million, this picture exhibition, all paintings I bought it.

According to the question of this price, this price is also very reasonable.

Shu Xi's expression has become no expression from the twisted twists.

He is observing landing, guess his intention.

From the performance of these two, I deeply discovered a truth, the old lovers, no matter how old, don't provoke.

A Heili is sorry: "Yan Xi Hu is coated, really worth so much? Although I don't understand, I will not do business, but if you really want to buy, then take a 20% off?"

Yan He He He He He He He He He He He is a few days, but it is gentle and helpless: "Yes, take a 20% off."

These are all the previous years, and the kung fu is not very enough, nor worthless of the money.

The land is nod, torn it, and repeats it.

He handed an argument and his right hand, but he wore a ring of the table corner when wearing the old man.

Old lover, no matter how old, it is very eye-catching, quite stark.

Although the old, the old, the old is more wish.

Yan Qi has not intended to say that Cindayi has a child.

I am thinking, Xin Dayi will not stop because of my dark hate? His wife has a day, and how will he speculate his old lover? Did you have a deep, old, so this, refuse to let go.

Although A Heng has always been gentle, I have clearly seen her face.

After she took the check, she didn't talk.

Understanding A Heilong, knowing how she is a girl who is sensitive but gentle and silent.

If the emergence of land flow is to make the abstitory uncomfortable, then I think he is success.

Yan Xi seems to have also seen, he is unable to imagine patient with anyone.

The land flow makes his secretary to paint.

First remove it is "heaven", so concentrate, warm and desperate.

There is no expression on the land, kneeling down, and touched it, but I took out the lighter.

All people have almost all reacted, the painting, it has been crashed into ashes in the fire.

The land flow outside the fire is calm and idle.

He smiled slightly, or the small bodhisattva in my first time.

He raised his head, gentle geomalism: "I have fallen so far, so, what qualifications you entered into heaven?"

He asked him, what qualifications do you have? The land flow continued to burn the second painting, he asked: "People have their friends, I also have.

I am a friend of my friend.

My friend is me, what? "

He baked the third, and he often said: "Shu Xi, how it is easy to love, you are clear than I.

He burned the fourth, fifth, finally painful: "Shu Xi, so many paintings, I can see you a stroke.

You love to die, worry for her, sad for her, because she is inspired.

And I, from the past, I only teach you pain, teach you sad.

However, I will never understand, because you never really lose your Alheng.

However, I will never lose my words.

He baked the sixth, it has been frozen. He said: "I burn all the paintings here, to make you remember, as long as I live a day, because my pain, your paradise will always be a bunch of gray, A piece of virtual.

A Hengde, she never followed the brain circuit of land.

I guess she is thinking, this person took one thousand six million to buy paper, this is a lot of money, more sorrow, how many diseases? Sure enough, A Heng fought in the fire, her eyes were fast, took off the coat to fire.

The sweater has been burned a few holes.

Shui pulled her.

Then I got a land, my eyes were cold, and I gave him a punch, cold channel: "Is it crazy?"

I clearly see that the labium of land flow overflows blood.

I like this, I saw it for the first time.

He shredded a check, thrown into the heavens, gave the land, one word: "These paintings are all painted for A Heng, but except" heaven ".

The "Paradise" you burn is the paradise I have painted for the painting of the brothers.

I never rare into heaven, because I am clear, even if it is a hell, there is also a warm-hearted Wenheng.

He said: "You are wrong, every sentence is wrong.

Because you, I have lost the temperature.

I am not terrible, because I am a blessing woman in this world.

Even if there is no one in the world, even if everyone betrayed her, even if she can't hold me, she still is not pitiful, she is still not sad, she is still in paradise!

Because she has already got someone else, including excellent vicious as you, the most complete, most sincere feelings, and this feeling from me.

I have never thought of this, I won't betray this feeling because of you or any woman.

No one can win, no one can contempt, is my last warning!

"If you want the jade, then, then die, the most afraid of it will never be me, but you are awkward!

Yan Song opened the land, the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of cold and contempt.

Lu Lings will not die, Lu Yong is willing to be alone, but also sit in the supreme high, stacked "Feng Gong Wei"

How do he dare to die? He doesn't even love the words.

The love of land flow is not so long, and his persistence and hatred are too long than love.

I understand that every sentence of Si Xi, is strange, I don't understand.

The land is looking forward to the words, and it is like a moment of sand table to collapse, full of despair and realistic.

A man appeared not far away.

I am somewhat unclear, so I hurried forward.

Men play on land flow.

After landing, I was smashing in a hurry.

He is also affected by the land flowing, and I am also affected.

"I fuck your ancestors, land!

How do you have a face in front of you? How do you have a picture of the words? Isn't it not to let Yan Xi? Cheng, Laozi will not let you have a good time, see you once again, your animal stalk!

Take money, see if you can kill the Laozi, or kill you!

Fuck, killed my grandfather!

My eardrum was shocked by this man.

His fist is not light, I also got a few punches, I have been holding a long time, he is full of screaming: "Land, what happened to him, how can you find him in Six Years? Go to the trace? "

"You fuck also said, Chen Yin is dead or alive?"

The man in the world, except for Cindayi, not so particularly lively, especially beast.

I am going to be injured by them, and I have cough.

Jiang Yao and Yan Qi two children seem to have finally noticed me, very conscientiously and pulled me.

"Dad!

"Uncle Jiang!

Yan Xi and A Heng have also hurriedly came over and pulled it.

The children pulled me.

I slowed down, I haven't spoken yet, and I'm still stunned.

He trembled and won my sunglasses.

"I didn't die.

I think I am very natural, it is very bright, very evil, quite a type, but my son that is not long is screaming, "Dad, how do you cry?"

[Seven] I am relatively regardless of my old lover.

He looked at the lips, the dark face was panicolate.

"I am not coming to find the figure, and the stream is not a guy.

I just came to see the words of the words, and they made a lot of ... "

I explained hard, but I stared at his face.

"The dead demon, who makes you come back, isn't it?"

He couldn't help but take a look, and he was broken.

I am running speechless.

How to explain? I also gave him all the money, but also stuck all the private houses, just to make him better.

It is estimated that we have to do it.

When I was a child, I loved a problem, and his IQ was destined to solve the problem properly.

So, I have no expression, I will pick my eyes, I will die, I am not afraid of boiling water.

I quietly rolled down the sleeve under the table to prevent him for a while suddenly attacked.

He really ... reach out.

I stood a good neck after I was alert, but the hand of Xindayi suddenly, he saw the distant Jiang Yao, and he barely smiled: "Your son is so good, it is very like you.

My grass, what eye, can see the two of our father and son.

Can you eat DNA? He waved his three or four-year-old boy on the abdomen in the distance. Although the child's clothes were full of neat, it was very stupid, and there was a clean marshmallow.

He is busy pointing at the child: "My son.

How, grow like me? "

My son Jiang Mo was stunned, and she cried his little doll. "Water, is my brother!"

The stupid little doll also hugged me, Jiang Xia, shouting with heart: "Brother.

I have no expression of the lips in the face: "Jiang Yam is my adoption from the orphanage.

The A Heng, the abroad, the words smiled into a group: "Jiang Water is also adopted in the beginning of the year.

I have added a hard to add a word, and the cold is a: "Then, Xin Bi, you said this, it's really, he is don't worry about you with me? It's just like you like, like you. .

Xin Bi is full of red, and a fist is waving.

We both really ... or it, played.

[8] I didn't have it with Xindayi.

I agree with him. If the children grow up for 20 years, he has not changed the idea of ​​marriage, then, we will be old and have a half-life.

I have still lived with Jiang Mao, and the Dahe and Jiang Water have lived together.

The children are very fast, I will send Jiang Mume and your brother to meet, and occasionally take small water to my home.

Jiang Yao and Jiang Water are brothers.

I and Xindayi, also a brother.

brothers forever.

As an argument, Yan Xi, ten years of tribute to the husband and wife.

I guess, I and Danyi, only brothers.