"......he died!"
"what?"
"Really, there are many people who live here."
"Is it true?"
"Yes, they basically know him."
"what!"
Hanging a phone, I haven't returned to God for a long time, love is desolate and I am a classmate of primary school, and the bright mother is dead. He is still less than 20 years old. Remember very clearly His long image is very thin, the eyes are very sudden, the nose is always a long XX, and I can't forget it or there is always the rest of his desk. (School It is difficult to eat by a classmate, let the teacher k a meal. Remember that I have played a few times with him, and I didn't have anyone in my child. I was a small event. I didn't know if the teacher knows. Too much how to say me, know that I don't change, save the water, it is him, it is often k. I hate him, a boys, leave so long nails, grabbing my hands, there is a lot of mouth. Oh, he walks well. There is a level, like a (), shake, with a mess hair style, complete Q version of the cherry-style flower road. Of course, it is very ugly, I am sorry for the audience. In junior high school and one school, I and my love is a class, and my classroom is facing, I have never been connected. He has not changed, there is no impression. When high school, I heard that he learned, let me comply for a while, but I am The major of every two wants.
After a few days, my mother also told me the news. I have to believe. Mother's colleague said that bright is a driving, one afternoon, he drives the car to the river and want to wash the car, give him father A paging, no one is back, wait too much, too hot, take a shower in the lower river, cool, no longer coming again.
Everything is so simple, like being arranged in advance, I have to admit that he is dead, but I believe in the real existence of him in a place in the world, probably he gave birth to the desk, only feeling too much. Light, I can hardly know if I have.
Written, because of true
