The evening the wind is more shrill than ever, without any feelings to scratch his face. Day a pair of gray eyes, reflected in the lake is also a kind of side of the gray fog.
I buried myself in a hurry across the bridge, go home. This season the evening,
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la gear originals, hair Dry quietly, face thin, enveloped the body like a layer of gray twilight, the tone is falling out on to meet this season in which the lights in the bridge . He was placed horizontally in front of two backpack, backpack on the floor take the shiny shiny plastic sheeting, were lined above the stacks of sesame film, white sugar, plus a hammer to knock out the sound and gong. He looked comfortable, leisurely against the piers, seems to want to sing a minor home. For a moment, I rendezvous with his vision, his moment to look diversion to the side, not the same as other vendors began to cry out from their own goods, his face told me: Yes, I am here to sell things you may not interested in It does not matter, does not matter. Where his side is the low share of a flower dress,
la gear, carefully view, it is a 6,7-year-old girl, she muttered a few words, the man they grinned, gently stroked her head . I think that must be father and daughter can not go wrong. Flower girls to wear clothes which do not seem redundant in the clothing,
la gear mens shoes, she kept jumping in place,
la gear shoes, rubbing his hands, and Keke smiled.
wind collar drilled into my doom, I only have curled up and buried was even lower. Occasionally, one or two across the lake, white, ran up and down, it was a crane, is that the surface of the lake-specific rhythm.
traders have 5 meters behind me, and I just want the rush back home, turn on air conditioning, hot water and then simmer on foot charge. Girl's laughter was underway, and when my mood is so inconsistent, the world is so big, but not only put my heart, because I hid in my heart to see the world, although I am a warm shirt brand, but I always take off no less than a heavy personal sad, I did not. Her laughter, but also harsh and sacred, have the power of affecting the world. I looked back, traders are back, along with our eyes fall on girls. She took a small stone in the piers writing, while writing while reading, the man's face I see, only vaguely heard him say,
la gear walking shoes, so many strokes you would not write ... ... really write.
I would like to turn back to buy a sesame candy.
so calm, the girl has been writing, man has always turned to see her. Bridge, the world belongs to them.
they do not need my pity, if I do not really want to eat sesame sugar. If I like a charity with a sympathetic tone of the general price before inquiries revealed the humanitarian point of intellectuals, and this picture may be more inconsistent.
But I still want to buy sugar.
I went back a few paces, the man did not pay attention to the girl to write a big ... ...
I understand that my hypocrisy, I would like to use the money to buy my mercy, to sell them happy, I want to spend some money into my envy of the world.
I quietly walked away, leaving the father and his daughter, his own background in the coming and going will melt in the evening. Wal-Mart entrance, a boy grabbed her mother's hand, shouting: I want to eat chocolate!
sell sugar daddy girls, girls over and over again to imagine the taste of sugar, sugar, she learned to write, write one she will never understand the taste of the word. She will write
I am home, the evening turned into night.
closed the door, opened the window.
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