I admit I was a poor boy, I admit that I am not handsome, even ugly, I admit that my grades were poor, no, they were very poor. Many people asked me why people have always been so cold to me, and why I never take the initiative to approach others. My friend count was pitiful—just one, a male, who wasn't really a friend but someone I could only say a few words to. I thought about it—if he died, would I still be considered a man? Yes, I didn't have a father or mother who cared for me, I didn't care about anyone, I didn't think they were better than me. My so-called father is a very useless person, playing cards all day, drinking when he lost at cards, coming home drunk to beat his wife, then forgiving her. It's a story I read too much, because it has happened repeatedly. I hate this situation, so I left the so-called home.
One day in winter, it was snowing—the first snow of the year. I came home from school and saw something back. "Dad! Are you eloping?" What's up? What do you like? He opened the door, then slammed it shut fiercely, as if shutting out all pain with those three words. I only knew I was alone; good friends never called me. Now I understand completely—they said things about me that I didn't believe, and until now, I still don't believe it because I know her. She wouldn't do such a thing, so I never refuted others when they called me names. As long as I believed in myself, it was enough. I didn't care about other people's opinions.
At night, the door opened, and I knew she had come back. She quickly went to where the food was. I ended up eating carrots on the table. The night was dark, the moon's light faintly seen through the rain and snow, and I trembled a little. These days happened to be the coldest winter. I was afraid of the dark as a child, especially nights without stars, just hanging a moon—it seemed very sad, just like me now. I remember the taste of that night attack clearly, and the taste of soil.
Morning finally arrived, I finally saw the light, and I finally understood the taste of sitting on the heap waiting for dawn. I prepared to go back to school as usual, carrying my bag, and that was the way. Since then, I broke my learning career. When I went back, she lay in a pool of blood in front of my house, seemingly having jumped from the second floor. My family has two buildings. I shouted to my only friend, who stayed next door to my house. He never found any busy time to help me. I didn't like people's sympathetic charity, but this time I was really scared. She was quickly taken to the hospital, and that friend always told me not to worry about her. I just nodded, though in fact, I wasn't worried. I nodded but didn't want him to see the ugliness in my heart. She didn't die, but her lower body became vegetative. I blamed her a little—was she deliberately torturing me by jumping from the second floor? You know that jumping from the second floor doesn't kill you. Because of her, I dropped out, leaving the only quiet place I could find where no one bothered me. Like just sitting there, the only haven gone, I had to pick her up in my hands to live, farming, cooking, sometimes taking care of someone else's children to earn a fraction of money, while also taking care of her food and drink lazard. Getting up at 6 am and going to bed at 12 pm, in a sense, these are thanks to her gift, but I must do my duty, even though many blame me, I must do so for over two years. I saw one expression for two years, although from time to time my friend would come to my house, talk with me, sometimes bring a little flesh stolen from his home. I knew, because once caught by mom, he got severely beaten. Since then, I haven't followed him on anything. Sometimes I would lose my temper with him, but I would have patience to dig. I really don't like people's charity, but he happens to like doing it. I thought, if not for him, perhaps I would become dumb. I took care of her for two years, and she finally left. Her death wasn't suicide; the thought could lead their lives, and it excited me, because I was such a heartless child. I intend to leave here, leave the countryside to work in the city with a few hundred dollars, which I saved for two years, and I liked that friend telling others. I think there is no trace of the pictures, however, it's not the case. I'm sad, like someone else's bitter tears. In particular, he hugged me and told me not to go. I actually cried, stubborn, I actually cried, but I must go. Love for me is far away, I even expect it and am afraid, because I always believed a word: when you get something, it means you're going to lose something! Must also be silence, my most despised life, I am not allowed to own this, so I must leave, love, get out of all *** of the outside world. I have to imagine too much hypocrisy, more chaos, more dirty, but, I didn't expect that, since to the point, when it was found, then how soft my own first rented a dozen square hut, put away the baggage, which has a very broken bed, spider net, I get more clean, very simple laid out over one night, but a night without sleep, in thinking about what to do tomorrow, looking for work? What their own, thinking for a long time, or going to a restaurant when the waiter I was very successful on probation, that the work is very hard to find, did not think so smoothly, although the boss a bit strange, but no need to care about so much, do their share of the working class like they brought the clothes for me, I do not know what is this stuff on a few pieces of cloth with, very short skirts, clothes chest is very low, I barely wear a bit, look in the mirror before their own, so how to see people? Boss with very strange wandering eyes on me, so I felt uncomfortable here is very strange, almost no one during the day and night, but surprisingly many people, I brought the tray full of wine, go to the dining rooms, walk and pull the skirt, should not be afraid to see what other people see things, I opened the door, inside the foul, there are several women dressed to the nines in the dance, I want to big it almost my age, but they can go to the lingerie wearing big show, and re-entered, and look, there are several men, each sitting around all the different women, the action of the intimacy, it seems that only a different, a lot of girls sitting around him, but have maintained the distance,hogan shoes, did not see those women dancing, just one person sitting there quietly playing with the phone, from my point of view, his shot from the side really cool, I go to God, feeling a sudden burst of cold ass, I subconsciously escape, cup all fell to the ground , spilled wine all the women dancing in those who immediately burst of wind screams, everyone stopped the hands of action, just, and is only sexual harassment to me, yes, yes a harsh slap in the face of his fan, this is my fan slap in the face of the most happy, I will not forget this life everyone looked at me with strange eyes are showing incredible expression, including the boys’ You ** *, darn it, is to be expelled from it? out, and I in the locker room, feeling deafened ears about it, and so will you be playing the boss to a half to death! come, but no one dare not say go, then there is the last woman, trying to escape, was caught with his hands is gone! know it is? This man you untouchable! Would like to apologize immediately to survive! like! immediately became a small sheep, those things people are looking to pick good show, this broken lives, they did not dare to act rashly, I dragged all the way to the downstairs hostages, all of us are nervous now over, the distance from those who have a point, I pushed him to make the body to the ground , and then ran hard, but trying to catch up to those people, unfortunately, was blocked police, police actually came, no call, I think the surprisingly magical, watching them one by one pulled the car, my heart can not be said of the happy, I from an early age that, why should call police, so do not put bad scare, and this really is an eye-opener when I feel there is a feeling of being watched, I looked over and saw him smiling at me, I have kinds of intuition told me that he called the police, although he did not know how to do, but my intuition has always been very accurate, he suddenly ran to me, pulled me ahead of him, I am not Huiguo Shen years, has been running for a long time, and finally stopped the ! I call 158 ********Lengqing Qing, the feeling of people living tiring, people living in the end to what it is I grew up mostly not understand a question, in my opinion, comfort is left to the dead, the living is to enjoy living death, I suddenly miss him and wanted him, and never miss the taste did not know, try to be now, tomorrow I am going to do? Also looking for work? Cranky for a pass, and finally fell asleep in my bald °； C. After a few days at home, ready to go to the supermarket to buy some instant noodles, has met our village who is my classmate, I intend to install did not see, after all, I told her not cooked, she saw me, and quickly catch up with me,scarpe hogan originali, Bai Sheng has asked me to, I only promised! ! ! How to do, how to do? ? ? ? ? ? ? Suddenly, my mind flashed a phone number you, I flew to the public telephone next to a nervous fear of success on the forget the phone rang, I took him out to about 300,000 by his mention of money, he was surprised, but said nothing, actually immediately gave me 300,000 check, I am ready to go back to the coachman money secretly showed me Bai Sheng’s mother, Bai Sheng *** began to feel very weird You where so much money? To me? too! I’m afraid I relented, I’m afraid I will see him a crash, so I’m not, I went my mind, we cook together, went to the ground and pick vegetables, eat a carrot, he was very satisfied smile, then I think that is the world’s children, the most brilliant smile in the evening, I went to the station, I touched his pocket money, the fare to go back far enough, so I dialed the phone number, and soon he arrived, driving a car stopped in front of me to then get off at , cried that embrace open, what to do This is the reason you forsaken me? service so fragile, he actually chase over, so desperate to run, then desperately call me,hogan rebel, I could not help it, I Kuchu sound, I want to completely release all the pain out, he did not advised me, but along the way has been frowned, finally arrived to the house that belongs to me embarrassed, he has been behind me, a profound experience to suddenly feel that we live in the world so useless, Waiter, how? Why am I your charity? But, my dad had a restaurant waiter, the last thing to steal a guest, was driven away, now called over people! hotel, the hotel his family is much greater than I thought, anyway, I told countless people behind him, everyone is watching us, but also kept bowing to me sideways this person, but he is very proud When not seen, like this with me, no dodge, and she as five seconds, then looked around at me, nodded his head very satisfied, I like the vegetable dishes, fancy pick, so I am very angry, to go first! I am the person as five seconds! So you not because of my son, I need is your stubborn temper of this people, like me, I am looking for a long time, finally found today, and I thought it would be more than satisfied, you are on your own , not anyone, But some people do not seem convinced that I was Pretty Woman, what is the use of general manager of Panzhihua head, good enough for their general manager, I just laugh it off, others had been as care, why should I care about? Three years later I became a matter of course, general manager of his wife, also chairman of an international company, I do not rely on anyone, not by my husband, not by her mother, is on my own hands to return,hogan outlet online, hesitated too busy , my husband and I alone time is almost zero, say a few words at work sometimes, but I just put him as a customer, because I’m at work, he often complained about my cold-blooded, I just laugh that one day he is not mature I actually met Bai Sheng *** mother, a woman wearing a very stylish, I think I will not be with him, or the people around him have any intersection, but now has become our mother *** a important clients, she seemed very surprised to see, like her, I specifically came to me about the Bai Sheng, my fist clenched tight, listen to her, down, first aid is invalid, has gone, I have now success, but you that three hundred thousand, today, I have come to pay you the money , I abandoned him for the future, my life to get what I want to abandon him, in these three years, and I can live so chic, but he has not the world, I am a woman that is so vicious, and now , I can live happy and I also do not cooperate very well Bai Sheng *** mother, but I am tired, I intend to pass the company, and dedicated care for her husband’s, as his right-hand man, there is a good his wife, recall,sito hogan, all these years, I really do not care about his feelings too, and plan to his office to tell him the good news, I’m still clinging to my fantasy he excited the way, unfortunately, all have the pieces to his office, I saw my unexpected scene, he held a woman, in the kissing, the woman seems to enjoy, wear and exposure, they see me coming, and stopped, I saw the woman’s positive, drew a very strong makeup, she had told me to go from the back door, the woman told me to escape, had stuffed their lives to save the woman too, now ... ... and my husband is really incredible. I I am so successful! right, children, only one way to see him, and that is death, that sentence was quite right, is left to comfort the dead, how can I make Bai Sheng a person to enjoy? In this way, I lived a comfortable life ever, I want everyone to leave, to enjoy the happiness of the dead is purely fictional story is taken from this article - 809118459QQ space (Editor: Juelian Red) Related articles： http://8090canada.com/home/space.php?uid=39107&；do=blog&；id=1303819 http://2990001where7.host.cszx.com/bbs/home.php?mod=space&；uid=1683&；do=blog&；quickforward=1&；id=42760 http://www.i-sleepy.org/home/space.php?uid=49522&；do=blog&；id=1205011 http://blog.cqyzfy.gov.cn/space.php?uid=17527&；do=blog&；id=1199063 http://blogs.princeton.edu/pia/personal/thoffecker/2010/11/a-chinese-love-note.html#comments