Mainly injury - Jiang Feng

[Maintenance injury first chapter]

Starting is the woman who is playing. In the seventh year, she always declared that cream floated than the water, and she had to buy the most strong milk at five o'clock every morning. Occasionally, when the milkman fails to arrive on time before the dawn, she will welcome it along the way to the milkman. From do not tolerate someone to buy milk before she first. As usual, the milkman took out a pound of milk on the top of the cream, she insisted on adding half a catty. Then she walked back to the garden and went to the weeded trail. She called "the road of milk", and she has been in the past seven years, so she can wrap a shallow strain when she is bleak. Color and almost transparent poplar and never stayed in the wild grass. When she went to the middle, she felt that she stepped into the mud, she couldn't see her feet in the dark, just felt strange. She knows that the rain is finally coming, and when I think this is where it is. However, in a long time, she came out, dialing the willow branches in front of the right eye, crossing the high-ranking iron gap, looked at the building before, or only a window, the window, then It is her own room.

She went upstairs with the lights in the corridor, and took a look at the concentration of milk today. The first piece of the house opened the radio in advance, then came to the kitchen, fell the milk in the milk pot on the stove, point the gas, and finally walked back to the door to take off the shoes. Broadcast said that there is still no rain today, counted last night, has not dropped a drop of water for thirty-seven days. The outer edge of the fire enclose the milk pot. She thinks that there is nothing to make this summer cool, unless the autumn comes in advance. Milk begins to rise, she tested some flames, and then told the fire temperature and waited for the second rise in the milk. I didn't rain last night, and I watched the bubbling of milk. Didn't rain? She suddenly felt a bit wrong, leaning down the ground, and the ground was full of mud from her shoes. She rushed to the door and stared over the sloppy over. The light is a bit dark, she can't see anything, only see the gap between the sole pattern is filled with dirt. She pushed the door and walked down the stairs and found that she left the footprints along the way. She is not allowed to this color shoe print, but it is so clear, even walking along the blot.

At first she thought that she was wrong, it may be that the memory of memory makes her unintentional shortcuts. When the sun gradually rose, she identified that this is really a seven-year road. Different is that some people have been here last night, and many branches are broken, and the weeds of the film also roll together. When the wind, flew up a frightened insect and slided her. She finally found the most muddy place, kneeling with his fingers, wet mud on the grass, raised his eyes, in the morning light, she discerned this is the color of the soil. She once again carefully explored the arm in the grass, as if a slammed snake moved slowly. She understands what I have touched, and the left hand will open the high weak weed. She saw someone died here. Not rain, but die. The face of the deceased is covered by the long hair of rose, and a pair of eyes are highlighted on the hair due to severe swelling. Even if you are homeless, you are not willing to have a desired dress to the girl. There will be no more to make her so fear. She got up and retired halfway, long to breathe, frightened, not because they saw the hearty body, not because he smelled the bloody flavor, but she accidentally found the pot There is still in her hand without bubbles. Milk is blown up from the morning wind, and the sand of the leaves rolls to her finger, and she is hot. She released her hands. The milk pot fell to the girl's bare belly, the milk was brought into the body, and the blood of the blood will not be easy to condense.

No other people have been here before the police left, when the fog has not been exhausted, the police cleaned the scene. However, the news is still like the hustle of water, and it is generally spread throughout the community, so that we have become a few people who are finally known. Zhang Grandpa who lived on the first floor on the first floor as usual, I took a bag of tobacco to go upstairs in the noon, and came with my grandfather. Since his wife died in lung cancer, he gave me my grandfather every day, and always defeated three discs. This time, he insisted that he would have to go down. "I thought when I couldn't sleep last night." He wipes the sweat on the forehead. "I never won you, because we didn't have the fourth Purchase. "My grandfather told him that the next day's chess is four or six. "Open the fan." He said, "I will understand what I will happen." My grandfather ended the tea cup, blowing the broken tea and white hair floating on the water. Wickets on the roadside are floating from one side to the other side. I am sitting on the sofa, I have a sweater to ask him who is dead. Grandpa will play chess, "Go," he stared at the chessboard, "What is not better than this." I cousin rushed from the sofa to the ground, and then wrapped in the ground. "Who is it?" I asked again. My brother hugged the line to run, he wanted to see how long this purple line group, I have always brought him. "Mao, the child of the building." My grandfather drunk a cold tea, biting the tea leaves in the mouth. Tea scattered strong bitterness in your mouth made him spit back. And my embarrass there will be push up the needle. On the sweaters of the sleeves, look at Zhang Uncle from the flower mirror, and start the fan. The tea whispering back slowly opened, sinking in the cup, finally landed until it was in the dark brown tea. "Play," My grandfather is a smoking pipe that is filled with smoking. "What is going on?" In this way, Mao's death finally spread throughout the community. I was nine years old that year, maybe it is ten years old, in short, it will not be more. There was no rain in the whole summer, and the old people found a strange weather in every corner of memory. The same is true, which is not hot that year. I blew us from getting out of 5:00 pm after 9:00. In a month before and more, she said that she saw that the person was taken into water vapor, as if it happened from every road to Qi Street. "We are all sugar pincal." She warned us when he rushed to the orange powder. "Like this, it will be turned off." After breakfast every day, she has to put a good drink in the refrigerator. In order to fight the hot temperature, the refrigerator bought in eight years is unable to drive the noise engine. We seal all the windows to resist high temperature invasion. At that moment, the smoke is diffuse, the fan and the refrigerator are alive. Through the glass we can see the flow of hot air under the white clouds, it seems to be together in the air above the flame. They have just begun to talk, I will let me go back to the house in the house. She took out two bottles of grape juice from the refrigerator filled with lemon, "I lie on the bed." After she grabbed back to my brother, the smaller line group is like a kite. The collectors will take a little wooling the wool of the scattered land. "Such a small girl," Grandpa, when I quit the door, said.

The weather is hot, and the sun passes through the glass through the glass through the curtains to the bed all the way. We hide in the mats below the whole body. My brother turns repeatedly in the bed, fell in my chest. Every ten seconds have a hot air to be swayed around. I have touch my hands on the white wall of the head, and the sweat leaves ten finger micro blot on the wall. Later, we fell asleep in the sound of the humming.

After eight o'clock in the evening, people have come out. Everyone under the tree is trying to recall the last time to meet the hairy. However, most people have long can't think of it, and for the impression of Mao, they are mixed with their past memories, gradually and unclear. It has an amazing imagination that makes them fictitically with the fever of the dead while fanning the warm wind that night. Someone touched the hair in the small selling store that exudes the soy sauce, and the five-story stairway and Mao, the five-story stairway opposite the opposite side, and avoided the rain with the fur, as if they were in each pavilion. Various places, even if you don't know what the corner will have a figure. My grandfather has never spoken, caught a small smoke in the iron box to add to the pipe. My brother got a few broken words under the tree, "Why didn't these are not sunned?" Why didn't these are not sunny? "People guess who is the murderer. My grandfather knocked the soot of the fire, coughing a few times, like a voice announced to the whole world: "Don't guess, it is her mother!" In the past ten years, Mao is always round-trip. Two places between her father and her biological mother. No one can figure out what kind of character is her father, and hit my memory, they live in the fifth floor and sixth floor of the opposite 89. Every morning, the birds have not stopped, there is already a black car to stop at the downstairs waiting for his father and her Zhu, who returns in the night that people gradually fall asleep. One time, it seems that people are guessing Mao's dad is a rich person, but now he has become the most poor people in our hearts. Many people began to agree with my grandfather's guess, they no longer believe that there will be any other Mao's death. Nie Dadang screamed this. Her son is going to school in Dalian. It was going to come back in the summer vacation. Later, she told her son at the phone. After the next rain is coming back, because there is no one that returns from the field, it can endure this high temperature, the hospital live in the hospital Full of fever patients. So I hope that I can see the illusion of my son has made her a most devout woman in this community for the rain. My grandfather didn't answer her, and the smoke that sprayed out was built in front of him. Some people stand up to give Wu Sanxer to make places. He hangs a bulb to the tree on time. Every night, I always spend eight hours of night at night in the light of mosquito, and around 5 hours in the morning, to five o'clock in the morning. This is a good way to mid-summer, and at this time, others are still waiting for dilestry in an uneasy sleep.

[Maintenance injury Chapter 2]

I have to go around the garden and time to run a circle after going home. I am planning to participate in the district sports meeting during school. My mother has reported my number in the province at the beginning of the year. The reason is that there is a old Chinese doctor who looks more than the hair and has a dense Chinese doctor touching my wrist and knees. I am a baby practicing. My mother listens to this. For this week, I have been chasing the motorcycle of the coach from Changchun's motorcycle to another. According to my mother's explanation, even if I have not succeeded one day, I can also rely on this last priority, key high school, even farther. Every time I ran to the garden near the garden, I always looked at the high grass in the iron bar, and it is still a black, every day. Since those red street lights were crushed by the young people of these girls with the bodies, the Property bureau has lost enough patience to manage this. People began to get used to walking in the garden because they can't say hello. I support the wire to find the high grass that is pressed. All grass has a chest, there is no signs of recesses. In addition to the alarm and police, no one knows where the body is lying. Also, the murderer knows.

My grandfather told the neighbors for a few in a row, and the Leiqi captain who surveyed this survey at 8:30 in Friday. Leiqi captain advised my grandfather to say anymore, he said that he would be very stupid to anyone before you find enough evidence, and it is absolutely an impeccable back to the woman who knows that Zhu Zhenzhen. Then he was sitting on the bench on the buddy of Nie Mad. In the past ten years, he has never left a description of the criminal police team, including this time because the sewer blocking the pipelines in the well, a case of naked female corpses, and long-term flow to each primary school. Female toilet harassment of children's metamorphosis, he all cracked. The former murderer is in a very difficult position, and the latter is difficult for its conviction because it is unable to determine whether the spirit of criminals is normal. Leiqi Captain asked me that my grandfather had heard the saving. My grandfather told him that we have not dared to open the window in order to resist hot flow. From time to time, there will be insects and whistle sound through the glass to sleep, but it doesn't hear the shouts of Mao. Leiqi captain was slightly disappointed and asked those who played mahjong. "It is not enough that day, power outage." They continued to play the cards in their hands. When the day of the day, many lights suddenly turned into a chaotic. Everyone panicked and started to check the filaments and circuits on the desktop. Later, they were convinced that the reason why the total clock was the main gate, rather than the fuse burned, and it was placed on the side of it. However, they gradually realize that they have the only topic for others is how much they losing each other, everyone will go upstairs. "I used to stop over," Wu Sanshu said, "Just kids are dead, it is catching up with us." He said that because he stopped his TV, the fan could not turn, but he had already slept during the day. I got into the kitchen, I took the rest of the food, then rushed to a cup of milk, and I cache it when you shake the cup. He thought that it was desperately vent after a girl lost love, the temperature made all the sounds They all have illusions, in order not to destroy their own alien gambling lives, he washed it for more than a month before the bed went to sleep. "I don't know if others don't know, I have seen it." This kind of attacked voice comes from Li Mai. She is the only wife who is still wrapped in a small feet, and the time of the foot is as if her age cannot guess. At the beginning of the year, she said that she had to go to the nursing home, even if she arrived there, she would be the largest old man. Later, she left the date from time to time until she decided to enjoy the last summer to enjoy the life of other old people. However, many people who include her have slowly see that if this summer will continue to heat up, it is likely that she will die in this community with the beauty of the rest of the old home. Leiqi team smiled, no longer believed in her, he was completely clear that these madnesss were almost a hundred years of experience attached to the emotic illusion that they were derived. Last time, she saw a person who climbed out from the well after running around the garden. She jumped back to the well after running around the garden, she made the Leiqi captain thought that the case is committed to suicide and is not murder. I have walked a lot of detours. My grandfather rolled a smoke to Leiqi captain, and asked him what happened now. "Some, like the previous, the beginning is too much clues, so I can't use it, confuse people." Leich is growing up, "like this, directly sprayed out is fake, as for sucking The only thing to go to the lungs is the key to the case. "I want to know when there will be results. Recece Captain did not answer, silently looked at the white smoke in front of him, his head slowly moved with the rise of smoke. He gently pinned the star of the ladybug fell on his hair, after a while, a child raised it back to the air. "Twenty-three," He is squatting, "Maybe I have been mistakened." The cigarette is thrown on the ground, and the shoes stepped on the top, and she stood up and whispered to my grandfather: " Before this is uncomfortable, it will not be late at that time. "

At the afternoon of Wednesday, Leiqi team came to visit my grandfather. I told him that now is my grandfather to ban any people from disturbing. My grandfather walked out from the Rior after half an hour. "This is my grandchildren." My grandfather pointed at me, "I still sleep in it." Reach captain walked over and sat on the same side of the sofa. My grandfather called me to take some cold drinks. "It's too hot, I heard that the factory is parked." I said. I am in the kitchen to put the last two cups of pineapple juice into the cabinet. She doesn't like the police will find the case to her home. "Nothing is." I told me grandfather, "I am burning water." "" Ah, no need. "Leqi team smokes," Do you have a grandson called Du Yuki? "" Yes, he is my biggest The child has been full of 18 years old. The soot suddenly fell on the way. He looked down at the soot like a snowflake, he rushed to my grandfather before the last smoke drifted to the floor: "As we know, he stirped into the case." I don't just after listening to my grandfather. " Slowly rolled up the paper, when he thought that the smoke was just right, "also I want to listen to what they are talking about, but she will be rushing out. "Is there a murderer in our home?" My grandfather and Leich captain talked about an hour, and after another hour. I am going to enter and go out several times, I still can't figure out what they are talking about. The sandalwood gornes knocked five times later she made me in and asked what to stay in the evening. She believes that even if the guest who is not interested, it knows that it is the war. I will ask, or if I have a grandfather, he is really going to leave. "Leave it, you haven't eaten me yet."

At first, I didn't say a word, I didn't say it, I put it out to feed my brother to eat. And my brother kept asking the two cups of pineapple juice. My grandfather persuaded Leiqi captain to drink. "I have to take some places at night, I can't drink." So my grandfather fill my cup. That huge wine bottle raises so many strange animals, every time I fell, I am afraid that I will sleep in the bottom of the nectar and take the ginseng into a circle of flowers to drill out from the bottle mouth. "He said that you have to talk to you at night." Reach Captain said. "Who? Also come?" I stopped looking at my grandfather. "Before going home, he wants to come here first." Reach team head smiled, "I saw it, he is sad to die. Think about it, after two weeks, this is coming back." "Two Week? "I stood up and excitedly." I found Yu Qi? "

[Maintaining the third chapter of the third chapter]

After the two hours of Leich, I went to my grandfather's words, I clicked Du Yuqi, I slammed the unlimited sunset, I stood outside the gate. Even if I want to know where Du Yuqi is going in two weeks away from home, my grandfather has always stared at the flip to fall outside the window without answering. I ran to open the door, I screamed because I had a faintness of my brother: "God, don't tell me, I will take you to dig up the coal!" My brother shook his head, put the backpack from the backpack, At the same time, there are some sediments to shake down. His left hand dialed due to sweat and a long and chaotic hair, went to my grandfather. "Go to take a shower, change your clothes." My grandfather stared straight to him. It is just that it is just to move his eyes from catkins to Du Yu's face. "To know, you will have ten in this summer. Eight. "My brother took a few packed newsprints from the backpack, and then went to the bookshelf to find out the evening newspaper to the bathroom nearly half a month. "You should have a good rest." I don't understand why he will like other things in the bathing so comfortable. "It doesn't matter, my grandmother." Du Yu smiled at her time, "I just want to see what the world has changed for more than half a month."

I heard the sound of the water through the door, the heat inside is drilled out from the bottom of the door. I told him if I feel stuffy, I can open the exhaust fan. However, no one answered, maybe it is the sound of the sound of my or the answer to Du Yuqi. I have a brother Du Yuqi to open the water to the largest, and the insects outside the outside and the selling sound are ablated in the water. The water level in the pool rose rapidly until the water drowning is gradually smaller. After the water flows out from the door of the bathroom, soaking out the ground. If you have crying from inside, I really think that my brother has died under the hot water of more than 50 degrees. That is Du Yuqi's cry, starting low, like a wind blowing from the ear. After a few minutes, he couldn't be crying in it. After many years, I can't forget the sound, one can be floated with the air, and the glass can be crushed. I think I will not understand what kind of things that I have experienced in my life can make people feel so sad. Later, there was a girl told me that if a person was painful to the extreme, the eyes were no longer the only exit of tears, and any part of the body could flow out tears. For example, you will reach out of your fingers to cry, or look up to the sky in the heart Tears. At that moment, I understand that it is not a warm water filled with lemon fragrant bubble from the bottom seam, which is the tears of my brother, and his whole body is crying. He lay flat into the bathtub, looked at your tears gradually booked through the body, overflowing the bath, flowing along the red tile to the outer wax oil. After the wind, leave the milky white particles, 醮醮 舔 舔 指, slightly savory. Until I didn't know if I have grown up, I have left the house for fifteen days and didn't leave any audio. When I was too small, I didn't understand this because no one thought to give a teenage boy explained that he had a meaningful thing. When I slowly grow up, I didn't mention me. Brother, including his parents - I am and aunt. When I was alive, they sometimes responded to him about Du Yuqi's foreign book. However, since my grandfather passed away, almost no one reminds me to watch my brother. When everyone gathered together, they chatted with me, talking about the previous friends, and occasionally recalling that I am young when I am young. At the end, I have nothing to talk about it, I will accompany me, I am playing mahjong, but only the words "Du Yuqi". If I have encountered my brother Du Yuqi in Beijing, I really disappeared in the world. At that time, I watched him I can't connect his appearance and memory. Because he didn't speak very much, this made me feel that I am a stranger to him, so that we just silently drink the beer and suck the milk tea that will take the pearl. I can't think of it, I forgot to ask him why it was still going back for more than ten days, or I asked, but he didn't answer me at all. In short, even if the exube of the time is just a small preview. After a year, he left Changchun when he was in college, and he didn't come back later. Although he knew that this is likely to make me aunt and my aunt, it seems that he has never been concerned about his parents, as if it is, it is not worried. In Beijing Du Yu, a pink milk tea, I told me that I was the only family who saw it in the past ten years.

Although my grandfather said that he had to talk to my brother with the captain, but he didn't look for Duyui. He sat quietly to the bed, until I went deep into the dream, then in the dark, he sang the glamor who couldn't understand while smoking in the dark. He will postpone the time of the conversation until the next day after breakfast. Damn? "I don't ask if I am outside. Du Yuqi shakes the tofu with a spoon. "I really can't go, grandfather." "Well, but I still have to participate." "What?" I asked. My grandfather put a few empty bowls into the pool together, turned back: "Mao's funeral."

My brother Du Yuqi returned to the travel bag at 9 o'clock. At that time, the sun has risen to the top of the southeast. He has always been in the spring of the city from Kunming. He is only two times in this year. He came here in the second year, and the sound of firecrackers full of heavenly did not say anything. At the end of the August of that year, he came to the family to say goodbye. After seven days, he went to Beijing. No one would see him again. However, he finally finally died in the truth in the middle of the way, and did not return to Changchun, and even did not return to him because of sudden heart disease. . I have postponed the funeral for seven days. Every night, I'm looking forward to Du Yuqi from the sky, but until the body gave birth to the smell, I didn't see his figure, and even the phone call did not ring. After the funeral of too sad, everyone did not mention me, as if everyone was agreed. After many years, I saw him in a small bar in Sanlitun. I said that my relatives were quite a good job, this irresponsible approach made them very painful. Just as he didn't hear my words, he took a breath of drums and drums, blowing in the straw juice inserted into the lemon juice, and the juice in the cup produced countless big and small air bubbles to splash to his face. on. He wants to have a napkin paper, picking up the glasses repeatedly rubbed the eye in the flashing light, looking at the mirror reflected in the seven-color aperture, he told me: "Don't blame me, Du Yuqi will die."

[Maintaining the fourth chapter of the injury]

I told him my grandfather - your grandfather died at two o'clock in the morning of the rain at two years later. Although I am 为 让 记 记 他 他 他 认 他 他 他 他 他 他 他 他 他 给 给 送 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 给 他 是 是 是 是 给 是 是Under the invitation of Mao Mao, almost all leaders of the municipal government came to express condolences. Cars covered with white flowers are crowded with the whole Dongfeng Street. Many people get off when they are going to the funeral home. They are slowly traveling around the hairy. In the afternoon, the sunlight passed through the thick leaves "three words above the front of the car, like a golden gold brush from everyone's eyes, that is the name of Mao.

Mao's father told everyone who came to the scene with a sadness. Sadness condenses a knot in his heart, the original person who envy him with property and official position began to sympathize with his strength. He didn't use a toned voice and said that he was absolutely never thought about to bear the pain of the white-haired man to send the brunette. In the past few days, he continued to recall his poor daughter. "I don't want to make you also contaminated my pain." He sprinkled with white petals on the body, "let her go safely. As my father, the cruel murderer is absolutely unpunished. "

The whole funeral lasted for more than two hours, including all leaders, including the mayor, said some short and sad. Mao's father always looked at the yellow butterfly butterfly that repeatedly spun. He finger inserted a piece of chin and he didn't have a tear. Mao Mao's pale mother fainted outside the hall after couldn't help but cry. Anyone in the field, especially my grandfather, I have already understood that there is so stupid thing that is so fragile woman. My grandfather grabbed my hand, he was afraid that I lost the direction in the sad population. Mao's Dad refuses to accept anyone's gift. "You can come to my greatest comfort, I am really grateful." He and everyone said something else, "This is the glory after my daughter is dead." Subsequently he torn off a white paper, slowly stacked into one Only paper crane, bite the finger, write "Zhang Wen's only daughter with a strong blood of the blood, and put it next to the tombstone along with a white porcelain cat with fur. The group of catkins were blocked by the tombstone in the process of floating dance, slowly falling on the dandelions open.

When I graduated from my University, my father said that I planned to stay in Beijing, so I went to various companies during the day to find a job, and wait for the bar in the bar at night. My manager of all the company said that I learned that the major of hackers. They all replied again for a while. More than a month, I all worked between different companies, and I also made a waiter for four or fifty nights. I fantasy suddenly received more than ten companies for more than ten companies in a certain day. I often worry that I am more skilled in which day, my wine is better than the proficiency I have learned. My father advised me to go back to life if you can't find a right job. He tells me: "You can live better in Changchun." I clicked Du Yuqi will put a leather bag to us alone around 11 o'clock every night. The leather bag is installed with the manuscripts and white paper. He usually wants a cup of beer, and then takes out the pen in a colorful dim light, he wrote at 6:30 in the morning. Sometimes he will be able to sink into a dream in the table. There are a lot of strange people in the bar, some people will use the brush on the table, wall or wine or wine drinks, and some people will write a spectra to be played in the morning. I really can't think of this, I will have my brother Du Yuqi. Because the family never filed him, he is only a melancholy explanation in my memory. Once his wine was hit by those drunken people, the light yellow wine was surrounded by the upper right direction of the table. He called some tissue to wipe his manuscript written on the night. He uses a paper towel to carefully succeed in the wine empo. In the light of flashing every three seconds, I saw the name of "Mao" on the paper full of small words. Looking at him, I gradually recalled him ten years ago. "Du Yuqi?" I took a waste paper towel that was filled with alcohol. He looked up at me and picked out a hidden cigarette point from the cigarette case. "I am your brother," I extended his right hand to him, "Zhou He in Changchun."

The Police Bureau put a good announcement in each mailbox in this community in the morning of Sunday, and at the same time, an amplified posted on the publicity version of the garden. My grandfather waited for more than a few hours of playing chess after lunch, and then pressed it under the glass plate of tea. The trusdom is about one-third, the O-type blood, the wound that has nails on the arm. "There is no photo of the photo." I was washed in my clothes. "Dictionary is that they can't find it." Zhang Grandpa took the smoke and walked in, I went downstairs. They have undergone two plates, I haven't come up. The third disk just started her in the wet clothing that took the brought into the basin. "Do you think of it?" I pointed to my grandfather. "That Tian Qi came to the arm did not hurt?" "I know." My grandfather has jumped into the horse. "Don't go down." She ran over the chessboard. "What blood type is he? Help me think about it." My grandfather picked up the chess pieces in the place, but I couldn't mention the original position, "It should be O-type." I have been thinking about how to take a picture of the next step. "God," I looked back at the mirror, the mirror was hit by my cousin from the middle of the mirror. "When he passed the holiday, he was seven zero."

The second year of the Spring Festival, my brother, Du Yu, lived in my family. The New Year's Eve, I drove to the suburbs to buy foots with five boxes. He expects so many fireworks to bring good luck to my brother's college entrance examination, that is, Du Yuqi once said that the university is not the only road of his life. He said that he did not dare to imagine what kind of disaster will be in a place for four years. Before the new year, I took the fireworks along the street of Du Yu, along the street of the light. The ignited small flying saucer seems to be opened from our head, and the salute is scattered in the night sky and shakes dozens of small parachute floating in the night. I went quietly on the snow. The sound of the sky covers all the sounds. In front of the cheers, people looked up with the purple flames in the sky to "congratulate the new spring" four words and frying and formed five colored flowers. "Why just want to see how beautiful is it?" I clicked low-speaking. There is a bell on the square in the distance, and the people are high, although they know that they only knock down twelve. My brother Du Yuqi has spent the last new year in Changchun.

In Sanlitun, I asked him what he was at the time. Du Yuqi closed his eyes, as if it was to find the road in the jungle of memories. He shook his head and I can't think of it. Then we don't know what to say. We were silent for a few seconds, then he smiled: "You are busy first." There is a drunk guest, why is there only wine and there is no lady, he put me over, I would explain it clear. This kind of thing often occurs and does not have to be true. I tell him if you need to go to our head, from this taken 62 road, in Chang'an Street will pass a quite big square, there is a city building of the red lantern, you climbed to the left The third red door is OK. "Okay, I will go, drink alcohol, dull." He fell asleep on the table when he was inexplicably wonderful. [Maintenance of the fifth chapter]

On Wednesday evening, the team leader came again again again. Different last time, this time I showed the fear of I have never seen. In the living room, she kept explaining Du Yuki a good child, so that she did not detect the full wine brought by Receach captain. Before I got back, he didn't say that he didn't say it. He deliberately bled the cup of tea that could not be entered and put it back in place. Then he leaned against the sofa. "Don't you take Yugi?" I asked carefully. He closed his eyes slowly, then the head was closer. Later he tried to sit up, the wine in the stomach began to reverse. He grabbed his mouth and immediately felt disgusting. "If you have no evidence, we will be such a honest person." Leich captain did not care about her, quietly volts, suddenly spit. The taste of the nose is full of a whole living room. I finally made a fire, open the window, shouting for me: "Go, find your grandfather!"

The warm wind under the moonlight blows through the garden high grass, a large group of wind and wind. I haven't been over 50 days, as if I feel that the rain means that this summer is still too early. Three waterwers are circulated every day to keep the ground not to crack. The asphalt on the road will gradually condense after sunning during the day, and walk on the road as soft as the snow in December. There is no grandfather in the crowd next to the spraying tank. When I went upstairs, he has sat together with Leich. I am in the Rawwood sweater, she has already been familiar with this thing in the dark, plugging the needle with the finger, and trying to talk about the content of the next door. Although the walls are not soundproof, but their two people are mixed together as if they have become a huge snowball in the room. My grandmother will never know which words are made up of this snowball. Their conversation is so short, I just walked out when they wanted to listen carefully. "If you really don't think it is there, you will come here." My grandfather said that he has always had a good job there. "This world is a balance in this world. He stepped on my grandfather in front of the door." The bad guys lived on one side. If you want to live, you have to maintain this balance. Remove, then we will fall on the other side, can't fall, fall until the end. "

Until at the morning four o'clock, I was sitting on the opposite of my brother Du Yuqi when I left or sleep on the legacy. I want two glasses of mountain wine to put on the table. Du Yuqi put down the pen and looked at me in the white smoke you spurt. In the past, the family would not think of him with literature. I can't believe that a person is just a writer, and he insists on giving me a naive idea for this. In the year of my brother, I finally lost my parents in a letter sent back. He told me that he had more than a year of considering, although he had already understood the direction of life in the future, but in the end he decided to choose literature. "I think, my father, I want to end my college life, even if I am starving." He wrote in the back of the third paper, "I can't stop my way, unless it is too early "

The whole family did not believe that after studying for more than ten years of science and engineering, he will generate an impulse to enter a complete unfamiliar area. Although everyone has a case of Mao's hairy, there is too much difficult to heal in his heart, but no one can explain why sorrow will show it in this ridiculous and stubborn manner. The New Year's Eve, we all believe that he will pass through the sky before ringing, and for this, my grandfather prohibits everyone, even I have already had a good meal. A twelve people will put the round table of thirteen tableware to look at the TV in a circle. We received a call from Du Yuqi until the bell was full of twelve. He said that he couldn't buy the ticket, had to stay at the school waiting for another year. The firecrackers outside the window resounded through the sky, and the sound there was quite a lot. "I am here, alone, even the guns have not bought." In the end of the night, he lowered his low words from Beijing to our ear. My aunt cried before the phone, she told Du Yuqi because his absence is very sad. In order to make everyone heard the voice of my brother, I saved him, everyone greeted him. Suddenly, I gave it to the front, almost passed on the microphone: "You go to buy a ticket now, you have to give me a return! Otherwise, you will always hang out!" My grandfather looked at the table, waiting for the second needle to stay in a circle. "Twelve o'clock, twelve people, just, let's eat." Everyone returned to the seat, and he was hungry for a night, and the chair was standing enough to be enough chicken legs that he coveted long. stand up. When he sat down, the chicken leg who pulled off a piece of meat was slid down from his palm, and he touched him next to the empty bowl of no one. In the future, my brother didn't come back. Even the summer vacation, my grandfather died and didn't come, the phone didn't come. My grandfather died in the three-hour, I died all the calls on the phone, and then she took the address of my brother found in the cabinet and the address of other old people used the post office for three hours. Everyone sends a short telegram. I came again after I arrived at noon and once again gave Du Yu Qi. "Grandpa is dead, come back." People did not wait until the fifth day of the audio of my brother. My aunt wrote on the subsequent third telegram: "Everyone wants you." These seem to feel far from the truncation of the jar to the sea. At the seventh day, I finally endured the discouragement of my family. From the friends who came from afar, the body and mind of the friends, and the corpse began to corrupted, agreed to hold a funeral in the morning. I am just a night of the train to Beijing. Three days later, he returned to his home as a soldier who was defending. "He borrowed money to all the students who can borrow money!" I didn't take off my aunt, I didn't take off my aunt, and then he understood that this is not her fault, and the tone is sluggish. " He disappeared from the school. "My aunt did not send him a few sheets of the penalty. It was the three telegraphs sent by I sent a postman. Every postmark was printed. Written "in anyone who checks".

[Maintenance of the sixth chapter]

My grandfather went to the morning of the year of the old cadre association came to our home. I was in a hurry to invite him to the living room. Mao's father sat in the sofa of the living room for more than an hour, cigarettes, did not see my grandfather. Start him just talk to me, telling her that she will rain. Then I will happen to what I am afraid of fear. He asked me that there was a grandson called Du Yuqi. I nodded silently. "So where is your grandchildren live now?" I didn't dare to answer him. She looked with him to explain that Du Yuqi is a lot of children. She said that she can't stop. When she passed, she was a little in the words. When he sent him, he said to the father of Mao's father with that. The whole family is saddened by Mao's death. "Don't worry about it, don't pursue our Yuqi, otherwise our family will also be painful than you." She said, "We still solve it privately."

When my grandfather died, I was not just my brother. I was not arrived by Mao Mao, who was invited by my embarrass. People are sitting on the garden on the bench, and how many leaves are blown by the autumn rain in the autumn rain. I can't disrupt the monotonous life after he resigned. The nephew of the daughter's long-term appearance has left a hard to abuse in his heart. One person is not stopped in the garden pebble road occupies all the time of his last life. Occasionally he sat down quietly, looking at the lovers on the front of the bench, but it was completely avoided, until the pair of embarrassing men and women have to promote uneasiness, they laughed. Fortunately, the fate has not tortured him, and she finally died in Jingzhou, Hubei. I added my brother's wine glass. The bottom of the air bubbles overflows the wild vintage in the cup, and the purple wine has formed a fine stream to flow in the desktop, it seems to have to write a few letters. We listen to a song until the end. I said I want to know what he is doing these years. "Write a novel," he told the high cup to look at me, "Just as you see now." The rotating light falls in the surface of the wine glass exhibits a variety of dyed colors. I calculated that the slow moving lights in the first quarter and 30 seconds did not follow the southeast corner and the northwest corner, and the two-point thirty seconds of the two opposite corners were maintained as the same dark. I went to my brother and stopped and stopped, and my hands were put on the desktop. After his eyes, he concentrated on a detail to think about the next chapter. He is covered with brightened oil, even if it can also feel fluorescence even in the dark. He made this as a time to his constraint. Every time he wants to write a novel, he will always apply bright nail polish in ten fingers, and warn himself to complete this before the last slice oil disappears from the nail. I told him that I really don't understand what makes you have a thought of writing. He hit a wine glass and turned back to the bar to give a ice. When I got up, he remembered that the person he was looking for is to sit on the opposite. "That's first," he said with a smile, "Because I want to write the death of Mao, and this is only constantly working to do almost perfect level. This is the best I can give Mao's best Compensation, it is the only way I can freely. "

The announcement was posted in the blackboard for less than a week, was pulled off by a woman we didn't know. In the evening of Monday, she brought in the crowd of each other before the announcement, and did not move with a small notice to open the announcement. It seems that she doesn't want to destroy this complete white paper, and it is gently falling to the ground after taking care of the four corners. She picked up in the double knee, put it in the red fluff in the right shoulder, and then leaving the people who stunned. The police that can't be understood from this unaracihable police have posted a more clearer and sticky more clearer than the original word. In order to avoid similar situations, they sent a special person to 24 hours of 24 hours on one side of the promotion board. But that's a few days is too hot, although most people want to see the rain as soon as possible, I have been committed to the old man sitting next to the road to bought a variety of gods. However, the rain is late. Come. The police guarded under the scorching day couldn't help but drunk the beer to the pavilion after running to the building. He came back to the way to the floor. Get it blurred. And the police have almost unable to write a new announcement.

Since my grandfather often stared at the glass board in two hours after dinner, I was staring at the glass board. I was squatting the next ten days of announcement on Tuesday afternoon. Come out. She took the lambed on the window to read it again, then took off the glasses, but forgot that the glasses case was put by her. She watched three rooms and the whole living room did not find it to lying on the bed. I am looking at the ceiling, I know what she is thinking about the whole family. Later, she covered her eyes, as if they were not sad. Even if I have already invited people to brush a wall at the end of last year, now the ceiling will return to the original yellowish look due to smog for a long time. "It's impossible, from the beginning, we are exactly people." She got up and brought the firewood to ignite the disturbing announcement.

I have not ran into the finals at the autumn of the fall. My mother is very disappointed. Although the coach returned to the reason why the failure was too short, I understood that I didn't need this comfort. I finally ran the third place after hard practice for a winter. I rely on this grade I rushed to the best middle school book in the area. The sports team is very messy, the people inside are very mixed, and most teammates are no longer going to school. They ran to the school gate to fight for others when they were not trained. My father made a decision that I left here from the middle of the teammates of the Di Hao. The call of his dialing coach was calm and said quietly, "Zhou He no longer sport. Because he is my child." I never seriously think about which aspect I will have. Talent, will never give me my father to give up sports to learn from the idea of ​​giving any conflict. I spent my secondary school career under my father's supervision. My father seems to be a babbing of everything, starting to control the way I have to go here. It used to have a very beautiful girl in the cinema whisper whisper that she found that I was a very person. I don't know what is bad, just like I have never understood what I have a brother Du Yu, why is it so rebellious? I think since my father has designed a lifetime of a lifetime, I should not have a reason to have a life that has deviated from his will. I am always thinking about why our gap is so obvious. I can't reach the side of him soon. In the first three years after the university disappeared, I would even receive a letter he did not have a delegation. These letters actually change his sadness in the past, describe the various opinions on his way. My sensitive aunt is just from the end of the end, "gradually forgets that there is a child who is negative to your child", "It is worse than what Du Yuqi is more than they imagined. I am in the city, according to the city's champion, the city, the city, marked, marched, I went to my brother with my aunt. When they arrived at the city in the postmark, they seemed to follow my traces of my brother. In Changsha, they rode a bicycle and asked all where they were able to overnight. In Chongqing's Panshan Road, they have lost their lives with the rental motorcycle, and they have a bit of their own boiled into every family. The hotel is searching, looking at Hangzhou Biwai West Lake, my aunt is finally desperate. She had to admit her son - my cousin Du Yuqi completely disappeared in this world.

[Maintenance of the seventh chapter]

One day, my grandfather and I am in the living room. The frightened cousin hugged me from the dream. I heard that I kept crying, and I didn't use my best to fall, and I would like to ask him to more concerned more about "Mao Yu". In fact, I also know that she is not less than my grandfather, since she appeared in the announcement, she started afraid to hear anyone talked about it. That day, my grandfather was looking for a medicine to find medicine from the bed at half in the morning. He didn't touch the pills just placed on the coffee table. He opened the light at the table and found the brown pill that rolled down on the ground. When the coffee table was opened, it was suddenly discovered that the announcement below the glass was gone. So he walked into her room. "Burned." "But you never said to me!" "What is you talking to you? You have always guess who is a murderer." "Who guess?" "Du Yuqi!" She jumped out of bed, shouting "I also called the police to investigate. I told you that Yu Qi is not! He is my grandson, my grandson will not do this!" Just like this. In the end, I didn't say a word. I cried and threw something on the ground. Different things fall to the ground to make different sounds. I and the cousin can hear a variety of messy sounds in the hut, just like the latches full of groceries. My brother grabbed my arms and scared. I am flustered in the living room, and my feet have sent a snoring sound on the glass. Broken glass and slipped the slippers, scratching her feet, blood drops full, but she whispered whisper in pain. We lay on the bed and listened to the bus on the street. As each car passed, the headlights moved into the window, our big shadow covered around the four walls of the wall. After the car passed, the darkness of the windows on the corners of the window screwed around, as if there were countless dark green snakes crawling quietly in the room. I heard the sound of the wall and the sound of the wall skin, that is dark rose. I started to beg to hurry to have passed, too hot, and it's a lot of things to change, so that a murder will make everyone fall into the trap. This murder has brought too much trouble, because of this, everyone has changed, so that it can't recognize the original appearance. This world has become susceptive and uncommon. There is a wind blowing from the deep forest of the garden. A trace of coolness hits my whole body. My brother grabbed my hand asleep, I can feel his heartbeat. Perhaps the rain will come, and the rain will pass this summer. The captain of Ray, said that this summer is over. Let's end, everything goes back, everyone will not guess each other, and don't have to be surprised. I have a shadow in the dark, waiting for the next car, watching the geese in the wall freedom to Nanfei, until it is not seen. Before leaving Changchun to go to college, I went back to his grandfather's home. He is coming to the family. This time, I became a forever. After three days, he took the train towards the south to Beijing. In the past ten years, he walked away from the south. Many cities have lived for a while, but they have not returned to Changchun. In the last few days of Changchun, he received my aunts and grandfather gave him the money to buy clothes. In the morning, he said to my grandfather alone, then pulled me to the cultural square. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Du Yuqi's gums into the Cultural Square as a result of a woman. Silver gray pigeons as if a group of penguins just across the shore swayed into the flowers, 乞 乞 指 指 指 走 走 走 走 走 走 走 走 正 正 正 正 正 正 正 正 正 正A juggling flute danced with a snake. After five minutes, I gave all the money in the underground game hall. He embedded himself to the pigeon. Those small merchants who sell goods are screaming, and they try to attract tourists who are in a hurry. A old lady with red sleeve is coming over, please don't feed again. I laughed with her brother and laughed with my tram. The tram stops one stop every five minutes. In the rhythmic railroads, I told him that it would be so empty to go back. "It's impossible," he stared at the weird woman who just got on the bus, "Because I lost the suffocation."

The woman wearing the old man who was only in the New Year, and the red silk velvet embroidered a clockwise, the Chinese capital of "only a content". She took a white cloth from the waist and cried on the forehead. Other people who are inexplicably asked in the car sympathize. "The martyrs sacrificed." She is squatting on the flag. "Go to the parade together." She got up and said that the indifferent people said, while playing the national flag, "defeating the United States!" No one should be in good agreement. When she shouted to the third time, someone finally couldn't help but laugh. They can't think of who can be crazy to come to this point, and they ran to the car to do so exaggerated. She collected the flag to get off, "unknown Chinese." She threw a paper group outside the car. When the car opened, the paper guld down from the empty chair and rolled in the bumpy car. A curious girl picked the paper group and watched what she had a countdown fourth word for a while. "Funeral, it means to be a funeral buried." Her mother said out of the window, then turned back and looked at the note and suddenly sent an exclamation. The person next to grabbread, loudly launched the words of the riots: "For four o'clock, two sounds, accompany the hero, buried this." The car was chaos a group, those timid Woman asks the driver to stop and squatting, a few men are very careful to search for each corner of the tram, and have not found a bomb. Only a young man who does not believe is that the table is laugh. "There is also three Minute, two minutes and forty seconds. "The latter car sounded in a rogue urging the front car. All people on the car run along with the driver to the car. They are waiting for four o'clock to really explode. Lower rain, the rain falls into the leaves, on the road, and the high-haunted billboards, the whole world is highlighted. I have been thinking about what I have been thinking. No explosion. People have returned to the car. I have a brother, I'm squeezing from two men. When I went home to my home, when I was splashped in our pants, Du Yuqi finally wanted to get the problem of him all the way: "The woman is a fur mom."

The uneasiness caused by the announcement on the promotion board is not allowed to come on me, and many neighbors have felt that the murderer may be a fear of hiding nearby. As the day passed every day, Nie Dado gradually understood that she would not be able to meet his son with his son, which made her began to be sensitive to any subtle things in life. She didn't dare to go out of the door when she was dark, and even the lights that suddenly lit up in the road made it panic. Especially the older who has not been able to remember, it is always a few words that are inexplicable, and create a tension atmosphere. She vowed to declare that she saw a man wrapped in a bandage in front of Thursday night. Wu Sanshu smiled and advised her to think about it first to go to the actual point of the old home. "It's almost," she said her little foot, "I will go."

Although the announcement is constantly destroyed, the patient's policeman still makes a post after the announcement is destroyed. When I arrived in the paper foot foot, I have been hidden in the flowers in the flower, I grabbed a woman with an ink. They warn her such a behavior to be punished by her criminal detention. "Despicable induction." She pointed to the wanted order, and her face is kept to withstand the tragicity of disaster. It seems that this kind of tragic indicates that she later misfortune. Two days later Leiqi captain arrested her husband with rape and murder. Although she was later adhered to the appeal three times, it was more than 60 days. One day before the New Year, her husband was still dead.

[Maintaining the eighth chapter of the eighth chapter]

I and I clicked Du Yuqi in the Bar of Sanlitun, I only met three nights. He didn't say hello when I was busy working. Just stayed there. The last night did not hit it. It will not come again later. I know that he is a frequent visitor here, he regards the bar as a habitat of writing. On Friday and Saturday, his seat is empty, it is the most noisy two days in the week. Sundays and Monday he came twice, we have three nights before and after missing everything, but most of them are just what we don't talk about their own things. I didn't see him after Tuesday. I know that since he is breaking with me, I don't want to see the past old people to cause him to recall the sadness of Changchun. Du Yuqi dollyled in a few hours, sometimes I would make it difficult to show that we are a loved ones to ask him to drink red wine and do not add kid jujube juice. However, my brother always insists that it is a big cup that is not bad every day, and every time he leaves him, he will leave the cup of wine on the table at the table. For a long time, I wanted not to have any words he didn't find, but I had a long night when I was a long night, but I gradually felt that three days of life will be produced. Insensic impression. Perhaps it is emotion, his kind of indifference that has jumped out of this world infected me. No one is more obsessed with him to build their kingdom.

I don't want people to know that he is still in Beijing, and then I haven't mentioned anyone. Even the National Day I have unintentionally speaking, when I was asked by my aunt, I also hurt my heart. One day I didn't help but tell her when I helped me my dumplings. I said that I have seen Du Yuqi in Beijing. He is more numb and indifferent than our memory. It seems that it seems that the earth will be destroyed tomorrow, it will not cause his touch. I was listening to the side of the meat on the side. I really can't think of a person who has been almost ten years, and I have a rich feeling that she has already lost her old man. She carefully like a child who listened to fairy tales, she put down the dough in her hand, and her palms were plugged outside together horizontally on the chair. "I have said, I have said it, I blame the damn case." More than ten years have passed, I still hate the "fur mutap".

I don't have a week, someone told me that my murderer caught it, it is a man we all don't know. On Wednesday afternoon, he walked around the entire community under the police's look at the police. We looked at the black smoke rising from time to time in the kitchen and heard the sound of the lock chain. I am relaxing at all times, after dinner, she has reported two watermelons to the Qi Street market, and the neighbors of the subzens of trees. And my grandfather smoked a bag like a puppy, and even the leaves fell to his head. The second day, the police took the murderer next to the sprinkler of the garden, and the three guns held the gun behind him. The pool has not yet begun to spray people, run downstairs, put the murderer into a circle. Two years ago, Leiqi captain commanded the traffic police station killed his girlfriend in the pavilion outside the street. This is telling people that it can not be surprised to be afraid. Because of this case, almost no one in the summer dare to go outside after ten o'clock. I naturally don't have to be so be careful, those who love people can even be in the garden in the garden in the garden, and they don't need to worry about their parents.

At the beginning, some kinds of timid people were only whispered to guess the poor purpose of he hlicit, but didn't take a few naughty boy thrown from the eggs from the family, I still kept unpredictable smile. Stone played. I saw my grandfather assisted Ray, the captain stopped to do so. My grandfather said a few words in the past and the murderer, but that person was just nod to shook his head without Zhang. His hands were smashed by the iron chain, and the hair was blown light. His wife always follows him on the side. Two days ago, she stayed overnight by the police station due to continuous destruction of the eleven promotion boards. At this time, she knows that there will be no one will sympathize with himself but still crying. She is awkward, she later When I was tired, I went down and cried. My grandfather wanted to go with him to hold hands to be stopped by the police. "The ignorant compromise," My grandfather said to the murderer, "I don't know how to die!" I understood what I am talking about, Leiqi captain has explained everything about our two visits to our home. Although no one could be a sin of him, I was clear about him, because he made me cope with Du Yuqi did not receive the same punishment. My grandfather tells us that there will be "fur mutap" after lunch. "Don't ask." I said. If we really don't talk about it, even the neighbors of the community will no longer mention this. After the summer and rainy autumn, after the murderer's wife, he lost three consecutive appeals, he finally left his head in front of death. In the morning of December, two of the two rushing the bullets fell on the snow. The police did not trial me, but Du Yuqi failed to pronounce his death. After more than two years, after more than two years of national travel, after the accumulation of his life, there was no longer left the shadow of Du Yuqi. I have no longer send money to Du Yu's dragon card in that year. He thought that one day I had a good time, I would come back to my home because of hunger, cold, plus a stumble life. The later fact prove that he not only didn't go home, but in turn went to a place where it was farther away. My soft aunt has made Du Yuqi's work in Forda Hotel and I found two cleaning toilets in the Ford Hotel, and sneaked six hundred dollars to my brother. In the account. And in Du Yuqi's letter, I did not mention the question of the money. Until the fifth year, my aunt finally tired on the bed. I learned from a friend who went to work at home when he was going to work. The next day, he ran to the bank to check my brother's account. "How many days have a five-year day to go to the holiday?" He asked me aunt at first. "One thousand eight hundred days." My aunt replied calmly in bed, as if she was a day from day to come. I cried her hand and cried her hand. "The hardships of more than eight hundred days pay the water." He told her that my brother's dragon card had already been invalid, and there is no longer Du Yuqi in the bank. Thousands of six thousand dollars like a hanger and there is a swaying between my aunt and cousin, and finally lost to the bank's treasure.

In Beijing, I told me Du Yuqi in Beijing. Like I expected, this did not cause his touch. "I have been staying in Beijing, more than ten years." He said with milk tea. I regret that these things have been told him, I should think that his answer is just some perfunctory lies. I think it is impossible to leave home. If I don't give it to my home, I don't want to write the worried letter. I told him that it is not just to spend the salary they have, and more importantly, you have to let your parents to bear to leave Chongqing, Changsha, Shanghai, but you must not be willing to give up. We silently drink milk tea, the ancient jazz passed thousands of years of sadness filled around us. "I didn't go," he said when he left the next day, "I didn't have money, I can only stay here, those believers are my friends from all walks of life."

No one will mention the "Maoraia", but we all have seen it, my grandfather has been thinking about this in their two years. The content of the thinking is spread in the filled smoke, ablation in tea on the shredded tea, even in the bathtub edge of the toilet, there is also a hypothesis of his answer. My grandfather took a lifetime for more than seventy years, stopped in a high-speed teddy taxi in the early hours of a summer. I can't stop pressing his chest, but I don't understand that the heart will not be re-jumped. She asks the driver, don't go to the hospital, and I will turn around this city. Two branches by the wind blowing the red Jetta slightly in the road. "Slow down, slow down, do you do it?" I looked at my sad face from the mirror. So the car seems to be slow in a young man who is old. There is a lot of rain under the sky, as if countless white petals fall to the car, wet the road lights shrugging in the half-air, disappearing in the breeze that cannot be captured. At that time, almost all sleepwalks were full of insomnia, and they witnessed this scene along with the ghost drove at night. They said that it is like a patrol car full of unlimited honors. After so many years, I told me to tell Du Yuqi. I said that the family sent three telegrams to inform you, and later, your father took a dozen hours of the train ran to Beijing to find you, and they understand that you - Du Yuqi is a person outside the world. . If I don't touch you here, I really want to determine that you melt in our memories. I mixed a wine with a half glass beer, I want to see if this will become the lonely color mentioned by others. I have tasted a bite, the bubbles are running, and there is a touch of bitterness in my mouth. I picked out the written manuscript and rereading the reason for the failure. Later, he found that these words were not used because they were written, and the shortcomings did not find the shortcomings of the novel. Where is the shortcomings of the novel? This makes him sadly put hundreds of writings that write the pen words into paper cranes, airplanes and press it, you can jump out of a far frog. When these lovely things are full of long tables, he looked up at me. "They don't know that I have changed the name," he said, "My name is Dubin, no one can find Du Yuqi." I clicked Zhang opened my arms, I didn't understand the exaggeration, "Du Yuqi is dead, just Dead in the summer without rain. "

[Maintain injury, Chapter 9]

Sure enough, I can't expect people, who lived in the first floor, said that Li Grandma, who couldn't clear his age, died in the first rain, and died in his own small room. She is over in summer, as if she is the final meaning of her life is to hold this summer. Although she used a variety of summer methods to stay away from the panoramic hot way, she was a more cool moment in the morning of Thursday, she was quietly sleeping for a multi-century memories. Two small single beds. She is squatting on a dark blue sheet, because of severe pain, she had to bite her embroidered pillow towel, not awake the people in sleep next door. In the summer of the highest temperature, she was suffering from the suffocation of the hands and frurles left behind, and these pain caused all night, she could see the people when she was asleep in some years ago. I believe in the Qiki.

On Thursday, everyone ran to the garden to see the murderer of the street. No one missed someone stopped breathing in that the dark house. After eight days of being hitting the door of the North. Some people can't stand the taste of gentle orchids and death, and there is more than a small feet of some deformity. Wu Sanshu opened the drawer that she looked for decades, from the dusty account, found that she had already brought a living relatives to funeral. Many people donated a pen to set a simple funeral. In the daytime, a man staying at home during the day, lifted the red wood coffin on the funeral. When the car is going to the People's Square, it will start. Everyone got off the car and feels that it is so long-lasting rain. The rain falls into the yellow leaves, flowing through the dry land, forming a small swirl above the well cover. Excited people latturs together on the big rainpoint. The feeding paper money is filled with rain water one by one. Everyone thought happily, and God finally drove this hot summer.

If you are writing, I guess that I can't come to Sanlitun. Every evening of each night, he will be accompanied by the bitter fragrance of the beer for seven hours. In the past, he had developed a habit of reading and writing. Since I was in the teacher, I told him that after the exam, he had to take a novel reading. He and my aunt two people search for the manuscript of Du Yu's nearly 100,000 words, while burning dozens of books Books installed in his drawer. The family's collection is far more than this. In a year, he lied the school charge from me, I walked 30,000 yuan, and I bought five hundred books in succession. One of the most heartbaches is that he claimed to lose the tuition of 10,000 yuan and let me blindly look for three months. In the letter that has Wuhan postmark, he admitted to his parents who rely on the money. He insisted that he lived the most difficult three years. The kind of brisk pen tone all people who have read this letter feel that he seems to just talk about a joke that hence you listen is instead of being a painful personal experience. My aunt found five hundred books from the bottom of the bed in accordance with the letter, and when she was locked into the bookshelf that had just been in the bookshelf. When she was in her later years, she firmly believed that a big reason for my brother will come back is that he is reluctant to throw so many books. I saw him writing on white paper in hexagon. He said that he is waiting for inspiration, and the reason why he keeps writing is not to let her feel unpredictable. I sat in a high chair to listen to his style. Yes, there is no preparation, he is afraid of inspiration of the goddess uncomfortable, but it is not ready to all our people. Even if he didn't consider how it grew up in these twenty years, at least for that, he should return to his parents. I thought before that, I was more confirmed after I met my brother. I have to take responsibility I should bear. A young man who stayed with long hair is going to give us a picture, I and my brother shoulder walk into the photo. This is the only photo of me and my brother. Later I didn't see this photo. That person lets us write some questions that their magazines are investigating, saying that if you have a magic to reach any wish. I wrote a messy words in the signature Dubin: "Let this world know me in the way this magazine name." I don't understand what this means, Du Yuqi has not explained too much, until At the end of the year, I went back to Changchun when I went back to Changchun. The magazine called "pursuit".

The second week of the last week of the murder was the last visit to my grandfather. I am almost grateful. I have rushed to the market when he just entered the house, I bought a variety of vegetables and meat. However, when she was angry, she began to despise her old, and she had to be so poor, so she Laughing in the kitchen, Leiqi, who took the living room, laughed back to the hut. The strange thing is that Leiqi Captain did not talk to my grandfather. He told me that the big bag brought to him. He wanted to play chess. He said that no one chess with him, although chess broke his heart, but he still felt that chess is the only relying on his life. The first four traces of chess have won two discs. Soon they found that trying to use the fifth plate to decide the winning and losing, how unrealistic ideas, the fifth plate and it. The sixth plate, seven plates are still peaceful, as if they agree, no one will win the other party. Two people keep smoking tea. Until the night, I immediately won the game when I won it. When I won it, he pushed the chessboard. "We are quite," he said to mention the baggage, "there is no need to compete for it." When he had been sleeping in the half of the world, he left my grandfather with his luggage. Ten years, I have been repent, I really should ask Leiqi captain to eat. Because Du Yuqi's relationship he lost his police's position. After three months, he was lying on the railway train with a photo of the whole family. That day is Christmas night. The whole spring floats snowflakes. The old people don't know what to Christmas, and the young people regard Christmas as a wonderful contest with lovers and gifts. The snow falls on each pedestrian face, and the fluffy hat is collected in a layer of pure white snow. The world seems to fall in the lovely snowman kingdom.

Dully light, the seven-color glass ball rotates every three seconds, and takes three o'clock below our table. Five brown wine bottles are placed on the table, only a bottle of two-thirds of dark yellow beer, the other is empty, there are some residues per bottle, including the largest bottle of about two centimeters. High wine fur, perhaps because the refraction of the bottle wall is not so much. There is a high wine glass in front of us. One half of the beer is full of beer, and the other is full of wine, and hundreds of bubbles have hundreds of air bubbles in the cup. . Du Yuqi hit four two patches with black leather shoes, holding smoke on the left hand, the lower half of the smoke, the right hand tiled desktop, five points to have long nails, middle finger and unfamed bright nail polish Flashing fluoresce in the lantern. He took the wine glass and did it, and he was surging before and after the throat, then he launched a diamond-shaped paper towel to wipe the mouth of wine. The minute suddenly gone. The bottom of the cup is filled with a large and small bubble. There are three people walking from the table before and after. This state continues before the bell. Du Yuqi told me that he had been practicing a novel with the details like the above details, just writing any plots and characters, just unsatisfactory structural scenes. I don't understand what is the benefit of this. "Express some kind of emotion." He said. I asked him why he did not directly explain, and described so much. "The pale power of the language." He said, "Human also creates enough vocabulary to describe these emotions, it is better than we now, and each travel is speaking on his own wasteland." He looked at the long hair man who played it. . Dully light, the seven-color glass ball rotates every three seconds, and takes three o'clock below our table.

After the rain, I pushed the windows in each room, and the world seems to have been cleaned, and there are seven-color gloss on each leaf. The tree knows all joy in the late September at the end of September. The sound of machine mowing in the afternoon wakes those people who are still nap. Because this has passed the murder case, the property bureau cut off the garden into a tall grass. Since then, in addition to winter they have a habit of mowing every month. The lawn has been maintained at the height of the ankle. When the wind is up, the grasshopper and the grasshopper and 蛐蛐, after that, the children who grow up slowly have not enjoyed the fun of chasing butterflies and dragonflies in the high grass. They also came to the two box lights to illuminate every dark corner in the garden. In this past few years, they all insisted on the night patrol against those young men who secretly took out the slingshot. Later, I have been in the garden where people walk in the lights in the lights in the night, but when they become so pleasant, there is a policeman who repeatedly walked in the row to prevent the emergency that had never happened.

The old man always advised those divorced couples to care about the children of two people, the old people said that all children who couldn't care about their parents like Mao, and finally they fell or tragically dead streets. This is also a few times a few times. Mao Mao has gradually disgraced in people's memory. Everyone has their own lives, everyone has to take their own way, really do not have to mind, people who have sympathetic people will never forget. So no one re-recalls this year in the year of Mao Mao's father. Sometimes I think, I have a good word, for a thing that is not forgotten in this life, the most appropriate way is to write it down, even if there is no reader, I have to finish it.

[Maintaining the chapter of Chapter 10]

There was a novel called "Dubin's life" in the United States. The Dubin is a novel-known biographic writer; there is also a series of short stories written in another Americans more than 100 years ago. Call Dubin's detective. I have a cousin, I started to be obsessed with this name of Dubin, and after the thirty years, he wrote more than ten novels of Dubin. No one was reading these books before, but when he did not write something in his fifty years, he knew that his people had more, people went to buy all his books, this is the first This is called "maintaining itself." When I met him in Sanlitun, I just had a pen, he told me that he had always wanted to write this novel, no longer more than him to talk about this story more strong, this is also his destination of him to be a writer. In order to write it, Du Yu, read all the novels he saw, found different defects in most books and the beauty of distress. He also found the topic of his novel from a "Book of Songs" marked with four annotations at the age of 18. A long time ago, he was sure that everyone can find a word or even a word in the book he read, as if these writers are written because of him. Later, he was more approved, and only not hurt, no more appropriate than this sentence, even if it was "maintenanceless", it would not be so accurately grasp the meaning of this story. He understands what happened from Mao's hairy, and a strong selflessness and guilty will play like him like forgetting. "Only written it down," his voice is mixed in the cup and the drums, "I won't be lonely on the sad road." I didn't just me when I died. "I was awkward. The invitation of Mao Mao fails to come. People are sitting on the garden on the bench, and how many leaves are blown by the autumn rain in the autumn rain. I can't disrupt the monotonous life after he resigned. The nephew of the daughter's long-term appearance has left a hard to abuse in his heart. In the period of less than a few years, he quickly became old, and a person kept strolling in the garden pebble road occupying all the time of his last life. Occasionally he sat down quietly, looking at the lovers on the front of the bench, but it was completely avoided, until the pair of embarrassing men and women have to promote uneasiness, they laughed. I have finally died in Jingzhou, Hubei.

He died in the autumn, we have passed the winter in the winter, when the spring will know the death in one morning. Throughout the winter, the neighbors who came to me, I have never mentioned his death, as if re-recalling the "Mao Mao" is the more imposed taboo. We unveiled the newspaper in the window frame to hear the footsteps of the spring. I will suppress a cold winter enthusiasm is released in the clean house, one morning she swept out of eleven death, smashed seven spider webs hanging in the corner. The sun after winter is mildly on the floor just wiped. She took a brush to moisturize the newspaper of the window frame, and the child who completed the job was seriously scraped off. Only one newspaper in front of her left chest is unclear. She took the face and went down, then she came down to find a shovel. After she came to the room, she ran to the living room to open all the drawers. The things inside will fall out and turn it out later. "My mirror is gone," she pointed out that the traces whispered, "Give me a mind, what is it written?" I walked up and looked up, it was a middle seam of the newspaper. The newspaper is full of advertising to make money. Next to a hospital introduction of the treatment of incurable diseases is a search for people, looking for a woman who disappeared due to mental disorders, height of about 160 cm, wearing a red jacket. "No," I am shaking my head, "I'm thinking about it." The following is a bad, short, paper is very unclear, the full text is not more than forty words, I will understand this sentence as I read this sentence In the end, I have ended this about my teenagers. "Former Finance Department, Zhang Wen repeatedly died yesterday in Jingzhou City, Hubei, and the ashes will be transported back to Changchun by his wife Zhu Zhenzhen tomorrow." Due to the middle seams of the evening newspaper, find the following, a marriage Above, almost no one can see the lonely Song character.

Dubin intends to divide "maintaining the injury" into four to write, it sounds a magnificent idea. This book is written in the second year after we separate, and it has been published for a long time, I have never heard of the publishing house, the first version is only printed with three hundred books, even if it is not sold, there is no sale. At the end, Dubin can only put these books in the big shirt of passengers on the car like a thief. Even after he was recognized as a master, I didn't read this book, which made the four novels I have read so far is just "war and peace". Dubin told me that he did not know how to find a storytelled in the archaeologist tried to be in ancient times before the age of 20. He could not determine who came as the first narrator. Later, an accidental chance he looked up at the deep blue night sky on the table, just in that moment he found that he said in the cup of the cup to tell me - no one will be than Du Yuqi The cousin is more suitable for telling this part of the story. I got up at the time to entertain two guests from South Africa, I can't understand their strange pronunciation. I still think about Dubin just now, he wants to pull me into this story, I don't want to be like this. I don't think my life is completely transformed because I have entered this story. I returned to the seat quietly listening to music. Dubin said to me that he didn't think about letting me talk, he is just a virtual cousin. However, he has accidentally encountered him once thought it was his novel narrator. In the idea of ​​the idea, he will meet here with his cousin. The advantage of doing this is to describe another person Du Yuki will be more easier, and using his nothing to make a first part of the whole incident. Blur atmosphere. This is true in reality, he believes this is the author's arrangement. "You are the characters in the novel, I am the same." He lifted his legs to the table, "We were owned by the same author."

My mother and my aunts visited me more frequently after my grandfather died, and they didn't want her to live over her later years. However, I am not happy, at that time, the only fun of her life is to weave sweaters. Those who have been embarrassed with the neighbors of my grandfelings, I will take the wool to ask her to do it, so she will remoliate my grandfather and wear the sweater we can't wear, but unfortunately, no one will put them. Wear it on your body. She repeatedly woven and dismantled until those white and pink woolen woolen out. I have already asked my mother to give me something better before I went back to Changchun. My mother doesn't talk long time there. I said that it is so developed now, and Beijing has a home can be bought. "Yeah," she told me for a long time, "With two boxes of yarn come back."

Every night, Dubin will take the twenty cigarettes for seven hours. After four o'clock, I sat to his opposite, although we really can't say anything, but I clear, he hopes to see me, see what I have different from the cousin in my story. He told me that when I wrote this story, he seems to have returned to the days before, and then he went to write again, and he intended to complete the first part before the dawn. "Let's try to talk," He said, "Otherwise, every sentence we say will write, this is my author told me, and too many dialogues that have nothing to do with the story will destroy this best Chinese. Fiction."

Because some people see that the milkman has dumped the milk to the milk tank to remove the thick milk smell, the milkman is not a lot of money by the Quality Inspection Bureau, and there is no longer appeared in the garden. This has become the main topic of people sitting under the tree. Weird is the woman who has insisted for more than ten years of milk is also the biggest victim of this matter but did not say a bad thing to send milk. A few years ago, people went to ask how she found the same silence when she found the dead body, as if I worried that I would not say what I should not say.

At 5 o'clock that day, she was a case in the July Street intersection IC telephone, and the Leqi captain took the police to pour her nest after fifteen minutes. Although she is full of fear, but still sitting next to Mao, she will cover the clothes of the dead place in the bare body of the deceased. After she gathered the legs of the dead, but I don't understand the deceased. Why did the waist come up, she turned her body and saw something that she couldn't stand her no matter. She left the scene before the police arrived, and did not let the police know what she took away. In her opinion, for a woman, let people see this more harm than death. She threw it in her arms into the sprinkler. She has seen this gradually sinking - a wooden stick that is covered with blood. A long, a policeman who commanded traffic, likes the long-haired girl who has passed from him at 7:30 and 5 o'clock in the morning. After a long time, it is almost in the crossroads. However, after he found that the girl didn't love him, he pushed the girl to the well after threatening three times. From this night, he has to be drilled downhole with girls. After half a month, he stood in the crossroads and waved his arms and watched the pipeline to take the girl from the bottom of the well. At a night without the stars, he was hidden in the nearby Leiqi team when he was hurt by the moon color. He cried in desperately. He said that he can't imagine himself to die alone in the execution ground. "People who love each other should die, isn't it? I love her, let me die here."

A metamorphosis mad in ten days, the female washroom in seven primary schools, raped six girls before and after, and three children were scared and never stepped into the right track of life. His old mother cried at the foot of Leqi captain and told him that his son had a schizophrenia. After seventeen days, the leader visited all the identification of all presected identification. "No one can escape your crime." He said with the hands of the sin whispered, "people will bear the responsibility of him."

It seems to take on the responsibility of yourself, and Receine captain died on two parallel rails in a snowy Christmas night.

Dubin had two cups of coffee when he is bright, and it doesn't take care of me to put all the money on the table. When he just finished the novel, he suddenly realized that this is not what he wrote. "I am just a recorder, I understand it? It is mechanically written like a typist." He shakes the dark brown coffee with a straw. A group of crazy and unknown bands rushed to everyone who was still alive. I have a single hand to give birth to the sadness in the heart. Because the refraction of the cup I can't determine how many coffee will flow into my mouth. Dubin grabbed his hair and shouted coffee for the waiter. He torn a bag of milk poured in the cup. We see white and brown integrate with each other.

He said that later, he found that he could not control the novel, the story is no longer going on his mind. I told him that this world does not exist, no one can control you. "Bitter! Why add so much sugar or bitter?" He put the manuscript in the bag and started to patrol everyone in the bar. I don't know what I can say, this is the last night we have seen, after that, he didn't come again. I will continue to do this three weeks, and I will not come over after I find it. My father hopes that I want to come back to Changchun with him, he said he doesn't want to die alone in the hospital bed. So I quit the work with money for a few years, I found a job. I am a very local person from birth to death, I can't imagine the life of Dubin. I left my brother to give the gum plum soup on my guests. He put the rest of the coffee on the table, as if you are looking for unsoluble sugar granules, he feels so bitter. There is a piece of black paper that is black in black, I have retained this paragraph, I can't understand. He said, indeed, this world does not exist God, but everyone has their own author in controlling him. "You and my authors, for us, he seems to be a Almighty God. The purpose of a person living in this world is to get rid of the author's control on him, now I can't do it, but I will escape one day. The author's palm. Then go back to the straight to tell him, "maintaining it is not hurt" is what I wrote, not the victim of your merit. "

[Support]

Order: Never end, Never Hurt, a friend who goes on Beijing, I am intended to translate "not hurt" into English, and give birth to him a boring university life. Borrowing a "Book of Songs", he wrote a few thousand words for this book and authors. The perfect words of the articles make the only faithful readers become the author of "Maintenance and injury". Sometimes the rain in the rain, I am in a daze of this text on the computer. He said that the first sentence will understand that Jiang Feng is in translation, there is no original work, if you want to find out what I want to translate, "He is eager to translate your genius, and sad. "There are more than a dozen readers before publishing this book, perhaps only he can see" At first is the relationship between "IN THE BEGINNING, GOD CREATED THE SKY AND THE BEARTH". However, it is not this sentence that I am silent. "He said:" Jiang Feng has enough reason to enjoy the tranquility before the "not injury" published. "Yes, I didn't read the wrong, he said this Words - tranquility. "It is not hurt" and the pen is written in December 2002. Although I have tried to write the first part before this, I still wrote some short articles related to this, but when I really patched it. For the first time, various pains and exhaustions are still like the dark clouds in the night. The completed proof is left in four cities, and finally finalized in Changchun in May 2003. I later wrote a long and several short articles, but there is no memory that can be more profound than this time. In the process of writing, I am often in the fantasy. On the day, I will celebrate the long journey that I have just passed. However, SARS at the end of April disrupted all my plans. I left my own school, secretly hiding into the university where two friends, wrote the fourth chapter of the ninth chapter to the twelfth chapter, after which the security guard was driven out. Back to Changchun's first night I completed the last chapter - Chapter 13. Then my hands on the table, watching the wall clock in front, staying, there is no feeling, as if my feelings have been swallowed by this book. Looking at the second needle, slide, I am thinking, reality, illusory, which world is closer to me. Before the dawn, I made a call for my friends. I said that I was finished. They are all my best friends. They will not say congratulations and I wish to succeed, they will taste the speechless words when I want to be silent. For a while, he has said that he is a little desolated: "Jiang Feng, you are so good, you can go out of this book. We don't have any other things, we will continue to endure for three years." I don't know what to say, so I will The microphone passed between hands. "Then what do you plan?" He asked me. "I don't know," I remembered the game of "mud mud bowl you glow" when I was young, and the microphone finally fell on the left hand, "I will publish it." Later, the friend who learned in Beijing From the repost of some websites After reading this book, he has to graduate for a year. He didn't intend to continue to postgraduate. He said: "Jiang Feng has enough reasons to enjoy the" maintenance injury "before publishing the peace." He put this article Post to my website. When I saw this post, I cried excitedly. I said in the back of the reply: "After writing and published the year before the publication, I generally rushed more than a dozen cities as reservoir dogs. I have experienced two unforgettable love, falling in love with a never. I love my girl, after many suicide thoughts, I have made me two suicide. If this is the peace I should enjoy, then I would rather pray for me, my disturbance. " My friend was later sent to me "It is more profound than this time. In the process of writing, I am often in the fantasy. On the day, I will celebrate the long journey that I have just passed. However, SARS at the end of April disrupted all my plans.

I left my own school, secretly hiding into the university where two friends, wrote the fourth chapter of the ninth chapter to the twelfth chapter, after which the security guard was driven out. Back to Changchun's first night I completed the last chapter - Chapter 13. Then my hands on the table, watching the wall clock in front, staying, there is no feeling, as if my feelings have been swallowed by this book. Looking at the second needle, slide, I am thinking, reality, illusory, which world is closer to me. Before the dawn, I made a call for my friends. I said that I was finished. They are all my best friends. They will not say congratulations and I wish to succeed, they will taste the speechless words when I want to be silent. For a while, he has said that he is a little desolated: "Jiang Feng, you are so good, you can go out of this book. We don't have any other things, we will continue to endure for three years." I don't know what to say, so I will The microphone passed between hands. "Then what do you plan?" He asked me. "I don't know," I remembered the game of "mud mud bowl you glow" when I was young, and the microphone finally fell on the left hand, "I will publish it." Later, the friend who learned in Beijing From the repost of some websites After reading this book, he has to graduate for a year. He didn't intend to continue to postgraduate. He said: "Jiang Feng has enough reasons to enjoy the" maintenance injury "before publishing the peace." He put this article Post to my website. When I saw this post, I cried excitedly. I said in the back of the reply: "After writing and published the year before the publication, I generally rushed more than a dozen cities as reservoir dogs. I have experienced two unforgettable love, falling in love with a never. I love my girl, after many suicide thoughts, I have made me two suicide. If this is the peace I should enjoy, then I would rather pray for me, my disturbance. " When a friend, I sent me the first translation of "Improving", and the topic directly cited the English version of the "Book of Songs" - NEVER End, Never Hurt. Translate it directly maybe more beautiful - never stop, never hurt. Hope is like this, - we always hold a good wish, sometimes even auge - With the publication of this book, we will find these wounds while painting. Then we carefully, try to heal. The first part of "Maintenance injury" was published in July last year. In the first series of "cloth Tiger Youth Literature", the second issue was published in the "80-year-old power sent five tigers" - it sounded莫名 称 称 - 合 里, the third part published in the end of Shanghai, a variety of people in Shanghai, the first seventh chapter of the fourth seventh chapter published in March to May this year to May. Last summer, I wrote some introduction to the reading tips for "sprouting". I brought it to the end of the self-order: "The title is taken in the" Book of Songs, ", the man who is outside the army It can only rely on drinking to get rid of the pain of thoughting loved ones. It turns into this book to be: only written down this matter, not to hurt forever. More than a dozen different personnel people walk into the novels. The front and rear spans may have been more than 30 years, and maybe it will still have some no longer. Obviously a murder case has made the end of the book for the centers of this book. The whole minister is dismelted into five different cultural articles. This can be written From your choice to open this book, you will read which part. If you are interested in the story of the plot, the fourth part of the novel will tell you three kinds of cardiac love; structure is sluggish conversion slightly Frequent third part will bring you a pleasure of understanding novel skills and experience reading pleasure; if you prefer detection novels, you can first read the second part to 10; the second part of 1-10 should give you one The shock of ethical morality; however, first reading the first part is based on an imperfealous reason, because this is the entrance to "maintaining not hurt".

"Jiang Feng in April 2004 -------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -

Jiang Feng is such a person, the person who truly writes the novel, people with legendary experiences, people who love foreign novels, clear-eyed color wolves, poets. He is my most admire, because of freedom.