The ink faded, but the only constant was the sound that sounded in my ear at that time.
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That night, the falling snowflakes were like a jumble of jade, covered with blue bricks and covered with stars. I hold it in my hand.
The snow fell, and the moonlight spilled all over the place. Unconsciously, I recalled the past and shed tears in Tsing Yi. Ryan or Ryan, but
There is no old white wall with mowa. Turn around, the seasons change, and the years silently erase the past.
Yunhe cigarettes
In the end, what it can't erase are the memories and ears that have sprung up in my mind like a flood.
A faint sound on the shore. How I wish I could touch Tammy's hair again, call it by name and use it.
The language it doesn't understand says something to it that it will never understand.
I bent a red plum against the red wall. I smell the faint fragrance of plums, and there are no snowflakes.
With the voice in my hair, I can't help thinking of that snowy night, which stood in front of me trembling.
Green eyes are full of parting, and it pulls my skirt in an attempt to make me stay.
I still remember my promise to it, "I will come back." Wait for me. "It nodded and looked up in ignorance.
At first, I took my eyes off it step by step, and then disappeared into the corner with a glimmer of light.
Later, he left people and never came back. He spent his whole life alone.
Later, after listening to Abreu's words, Italian eyes finally stayed in the direction where I left.
When I first saw it, spring was as deep as the sea, flowers were in full bloom, and there was just a light rain, covered in mud and dirty.
I dare not look it in the eye. It gave me a hostile "meow" sound, and its green eyes were as deep as
In the pool, the ink tail swayed gently. At that time, I was still young. Seeing that it was so thin, I felt pity.
Squatting down with a skirt, grinning, forcibly raised his head, "wait for me, I'll get you something to eat.
Let's go "Language fell up and walked to the depths of the alley, take three steps back, so as not to be found.
It just disappeared, and when I came back with some fish, it was still there, and my heart gradually moved.
Put it down, put the food in front of it, "eat." But it didn't even look at it, but turned it over.
Look me straight in the eye, and my vigilance can be seen at a glance. I thought it didn't like eating, so I frowned at it.
"Don't eat? If you don't eat, you will starve to death. Don't be picky. " It stretched out its claws and tried.
The agent moved the food a few times, then relieved himself, dragged it aside and wolfed it down.
The tiger swallowed it. I just smiled with my eyes bent, looked at it with satisfaction, and finally left.
Later, I saw it every day. Every time I see it, I will play with it and give it food.
It was cold to me at first, but it's natural to get familiar with it. I often sit on a wooden chair.
Recite poetry loudly on the table, and it will be bored to lick its dirty paws.
Son.
I once saw Abreu playing with his ponytail in an alley and asked him, "In the alley?"
Why was that black cat abandoned? Aber laughed out loud, and then seriously said
Well, a black cat is a symbol of bad luck. Maybe that's why it was abandoned.
Yes ""hmm? Well, isn't that cat pitiful? " "So you are better.
Treat it well, okay? Don't wait until it depends on you, you will be like its previous owner.
Give it up. "I vowed to stand up and grinned." Of course not! Then I'll give it
Give it a name! Well, it's abandoning, left, meaning and homophonic!
"
At this point, the cat has a new name. Later, I called it too much, and it was just
Gradually accepted.
Later, when the sun was going down, my mother told me that we would take the alley.
Move out of the house and move to a big, big new house. My brain is buzzing, and it's full of it.
It's the cat. So what? So what?
It snowed that day, and I stayed with it all day and said a lot of things I had never said to it.
I know it doesn't understand, but there is no chance next time. Before leaving, it makes a sound.
That phone call, that sad voice tore my heart, but, after all,
I can't go.
When I left, I never came back. It is inevitable to be abandoned for the second time after all.
I closed my eyes tightly, and tears fell down my cheeks on the red berries in my hands, and finally dripped.
Slowly, melting the ice and snow, I know I will never forget the days of accompanying it and it will never give up.
This phone will ring in my ear forever.