It has been more than a year. I am going to the brothers. I still have a touch of brothers. I am like passers-by. I got up at 6 o'clock every morning. I got up when I was asleep. When I was already asleep at night. I am a typical boys, in order to catch up with the meal in the morning, I have to get up at 8 o'clock, in order to be able to sit in the teacher before you call the teacher, I have to get a breakfast in it. I like sports, I like to find a corner reading in the library. After reading the book, I will go to the playground, but I don't have time to wash clothes. My socks, the underwear is all stacked in the corner, until I don't help but I can't bear it, I will not be willing to handle them. The brothers I put on the shop are like this. I tried this at first, because of a summer, he just wearing the windy jeans, never washed, unless he washed in the night and I was already sleeping. His shoes seem to be broken, but after a long time, his shoes still seem to be broken, and it does not hinder continuing to wear. In this way, he wore a pants, and a pair of shoes came to winter. In winter, this place is not too cold, but the temperature can be kept in zero, not cold, but can't say warmth. He still gave me, wearing the shoes that have been very bright, the shoes or the shoes that will be broken, still wearing. His jeans is leaking, the knee can see the scars left by the ball when they see the summer. He is still at 6 o'clock in the morning, which makes me so far, I don't know where the socks of his stinky days are hidden. As for his underwear, I don't want to think, because my imagination can only limit it. The degree of disgusting, this is nothing benefit to me. He has no strange taste, because 3 dollars a piece of ladies soap, he can use it in the correct time, his things are much better than me, and what is so much three-legged four things rarely occur. If there is he will ask me directly, or when it is throwing it out as garbage. He won't get angry for me, let me like it very much. However, he doesn't get angry with me, because I know that I am not that kind of person who likes to take others. The new day will eventually happen. When I woke up, I saw that he was a rare situation. He still rushed in the prescribed time, and I only had a blurred shadow in my world. He seems to talk to anyone, only me, it is a case, so if there is a chance, he only tell me one sentence. This makes me still appreciate him. I asked him why he still wears a pants in winter, why is it just a pair? He said: Do you want to know your trousers or shoes? Because I asked too irregularly, this issue didn't answer on the same day, because the permissions of a sentence have been used up. Fortunately, the next night, he returned to my upper bed before I slept, he was lying on the bed, saying that he said herself; "Cold can suppress people's desires." I am stunned. He likes to sit in the classroom, you can take the sun, listen to the mouth of the mouth, always talking about Tolstotti is driven out of his house or huguo is still in France. When the street played a woman, the guys of the mouth of the mouth taught foreign literary history, and the foam, the arrival is just the sun shining. So, in the sun, often only one of him, the eyes are confused, and the yellow teeth describe the romance of the previous century.
