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July 2005 13. Lan spent her fifteenth birthday. Grandma packed the dishes for breakfast, knelt quietly under the porch, embroidered quietly, and the peony bloomed. She also wears a thin lipstick and always looks amazing.
Duran tried to cover up the freckles on her cheeks under her eyes with unknown powder. This powder belongs to her grandmother. She said that a woman who doesn't wear makeup will never see anyone. On that day, Duran also wore crimson lipstick, just like the color of cherry. Or it could be self-deception. Duran thinks she is as beautiful as those beautiful women and women who attract people to stare at her, because, indeed, others always stare at her. She doesn't know that this is not a question of beauty, but another matter. For example, it is a personality problem. She can behave as she wants, and be beautiful as she wants, or beautiful.
She crouched slowly by the river. Gradually, I can't hear the sound of the wind clearly. The long fringed rose skirt constitutes the whole scenery and the only color here. In the bright sunshine of the river, the garbage carried by the upstream flood rushed to the shore. Many women used sanitary napkins and were stained with blood.
"Duran, what are you doing here?" Xiaoyi let out a cry and several figures jumped. ...