I was surprised that I was a sick man who died soon this time to restore strength, all the original disease all disappeared, and then become full of energy.
I decided to work hard and find a job to work early and late.
Can still be the figure still can not completely erase from my life. A coincidence of the time, I found living in the cabin to give up a spotless, the corner of the desk also put a pot of velvet.
I know that the beauty has come, she has the key to the house. From the discovery of the day, every time I exhausted to go home, can be found in the traces of beauty. Sometimes she will cook a pot of soup for me, sometimes buy some fruit. When you go to bed, I can smell the quilt on her body with the powder flavor, she obviously lying in bed.
But I have never seen her again, she never sent me a text message, made a phone call, leaving a few words in my residence. I can not understand why she wants to do so, love has become the past, why should so lingers?
Intuition told me that the arts seem to be staring at me every day, she knows the law of all my life.
Think so, I whole heart is sour, there is a kind of tears of the impulse.
That day, I went out to work early, the bus sat two stations, and from the car down, quietly touched me rented the building near a corner of the hidden down.
Wait less than 20 minutes, I see the elegance came. She became so thin, pale and haggard, even more eyes open deep.
She is carrying a dish and upstairs.
Soon, the window of my residence was pushed from the inside, the incarnation of the body to me to dry the quilt.
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