the family had just left the gruel
 

I am a bun, my life at most one hour, and half the time should be spent in the hot steamer. I know that when the lid can be opened, I can breathe fresh air, life is behind me. As a group raised the fish in the pond, the meaning of life is waiting for death. But I can not choose not to become a bun, which is meant to be.
lid open, and came out the moment I found that each side buns are caused by human attention capacity, so the same pot with the dumplings ti also has stiff competition. We do not want to be the first to eat, the fear of death hanging over the steamer. Life is too short, we have not had time to feel the goodness of life, will have to face the death!
Then came a seemingly gentle man. I caught the other buns to a plate and end to the table. At that moment, I saw a small side bowl of rice, she is only seen in my life is also one of the most beautiful bowl! More short-lived her life, the family had just left the gruel, should be drunk.
we were on the table waiting for death. Originally, I was terrified, but when I saw her that moment, I suddenly became afraid of anything. I am a cautious person, always very careful talking to girls, not too much revealed the favor. But now, no time for hesitation. If you love someone, tell him to up it, or you have no chance to say! Only one life!
I was about to speak, she was the first to speak: Buns.

silence, the gentle people to give over money, is to us.
But I'm afraid!

I struggled from the chopsticks in the fall, she sprang straight.
I flew out of her arms, feeling her heat. She is so gentle, so charming, with this moment, I was dead and no regrets!
pick up my chopsticks in turn, that mouth on me, biting a mouthful. Fortunately, no injury to the brain, I can speak.


and a bite on me, no injury to the brain is really lucky!

a big mouth behind me open, so I reluctantly looked at her, lost consciousness ... ...