Buxton
Title: In fact, the reality is that it is not the only one who wails
Sunday, sunny.
Unprecedentedly good weather, long starry nights, intertwined, only the cold moon, alone and unaccompanied. Walking on the quiet road away from the city, my head is down. Beneath my feet, the fragmented dappled shadows of the trees helplessly recede backward. Here, I may have met you for the first time, in a corner of this huge city. Can not help but turn my head, looking for the source of that playful laughter, suddenly saw you escaped from the darkness, that pair of eyes, and then lit up to two clusters of fire, seems to be a kind of begging, that a group of children who do not know the sky and the sky chased after, stones, bricks fell to the ground, bounced off the wall, issued a few empty echoes.
You dodged in fear, begging for some shelter, and I just looked on with cold eyes, and finally, you were disappointed, howled sadly, and fled in a mess, and the children began a new pursuit. All around was empty, and the moon was alone, disappointed, and no longer had any thought of going on.
Tuesday, slightly cold.
It was a little colder again, and many of the stores had closed early, before the moon showed its head, a slight ring of white. The scene from the night before lingered in my mind, and I hoped I wouldn't run into it again tonight.
But there was that dreamy laughter from the front, and I turned around in a hurry, "Squeak-" The harsh sound of the brakes behind me cut through the sky, waking up the sleeping starry night. Quickly turned my head, it's you, how come it's you again? Shocked curled up in front of an electric car, half a day, only slightly open eyes, curtly to the owner of the car shook his tail, the owner of the car from the car jumped down, walked around the car several times, viciously towards you, you hastily stood up to him to meet, the tail in the bright moonlight shook into a blossoming flower.
A flying kick, too late to dodge, has been kicked into the center of the road with another long whimper. The owner of the car spat angrily, mounted the car, dust, and another car came barreling down the road, ran straight over, "oooh-" a heart-rending sound to make people's bones, "hahaha!" That in the crowd of rows of people suddenly burst out laughing is so sharp, ear-piercing, startled a few inverted roosting in the trees of the bats, such as sea water, did not over the sound of the wail. That moon also grew more and more helpless and lonely ......
Thursday, rain.
Not only why, from then on do not dare to walk at night, especially that kind of moonlit night. Mom came back from shopping and said, this time there is always a dog wandering around like a lonely ghost, limping a leg, the road has a puddle of blood of unknown origin, in the middle of the night, always hear the sound of a long howl, showering the moonlight, like a sob.
I remembered at once, could that be you ......
"Sasha, are you free on Saturday?" Ajie one hand holding the phone, one hand holding a packet of "happy seaweed" to mouth, the whole person lazily spread on the sofa, recklessly throwing out the phone bill. "What? Sasha, it's not like you're abandoning me too, right? Forget it, bye!" The light in Ajie's eyes darkened and she put down the microphone in disappointment, what about this Saturday hawker? She said in her mind.
Ajie, an 18 year old girl, grew up loving happy seaweed, and the original flavor at that. Her family belongs to the absolutely beautiful kind, her father is a well-known company manager, her mother opened a company, a good income, and Ajie grew up exceptionally smart, excellent grades, the college entrance examination into Beijing University. But Ajie herself does not know whether she is happy or not, just a vague feeling, from their family is invisible to the onlookers as a model family, happiness is no longer the original flavor.
Ajie looked at the huge pile of luggage in front of her, and her usually clear thinking brain suddenly became confused. Mom and Dad hadn't spent any quality time with her in three years, and Saturday was no exception. Ajie flipped through the calendar, her eyes staring straight at the family photo, "They don't love me at all, Zhou Jie, stop being paranoid!" For the first time, something crystallized appeared in Ajie's big eyes, were they tears? It should be.
"Jingling!" The shrill ringing of the phone pulled Ajie back from her sentiments. "Hey, Ajie, it's mom, Saturday peddler peddler peddler" "Okay, okay, I know. I can carry it alone. That's all. Bye!" "With a bang, Ajie hung up the phone. The moment she turned around, Ajie's tears flowed down her face, she tried to listen to her mom, but she just didn't have the courage!
It was Saturday.
Ajie carried a large bag in each hand and dragged a suitcase. She didn't feel heavy, but, on the contrary, her heart was heavy. It was time to go to the train station. It was a tragedy, right? The most surprising thing is that A Jie did not bring happiness seaweed, she thought, happiness, for her has long been faded, perhaps in this life she is doomed to not be able to be favored by the goddess of happiness. "Ajie! Ajie!" It seemed familiar Peddler was mom and dad! She couldn't believe her ears and didn't even dare to look back for fear of another empty joy until a wide and a fine clean hands hooked around her neck and she cried out, "Daddy, Mommy!" Her tears burst forth, tears of emotion and even more tears of happiness. "Look, what did we bring you?" "Happy seaweed!" "I knew you couldn't live without it, so I brought it for you!" Ajie squeezed the original Happiness Seaweed tightly and shouted, "Thank you! I love you!" Until this moment, she didn't realize that her happiness would always be original, always peddling
Original happiness is not a long and joyful gathering, but a momentary overflow of love.
Product name: Yan Hong (this name can be really earthy, but the reverse is "red", so the students "red red red red" called, so that the exam she almost wrote her name as "! Red Face"!
Date of birth: June 1 (Gemini and Children's Day). Sometimes Rouyan thinks that in a few years' time, other people won't be celebrating Children's Day anymore, and she'll be able to keep celebrating her birthday and Children's Day until she's so old that her hair turns gray and she can't even talk anymore, and she'll still be able to celebrate Children's Day... it'll be fun!)
Producer: Yan Yan, Liu Hong
Function: Crush a part of Dad and Mom's gold mine, while letting Dad and Mom keep making gold mines, of course, in order to let Hong Yan have a happy and comfortable life, and most importantly, she, being their daughter.
Products to be honest, at the beginning of the red face really hate their own name, Yan red Yan red, nickname is little red, which makes her think of wrapped in a red headscarf, sat on the bamboo basket of the countryside girl, vulgar, or the kind of only chattering first and second grade girls, childish. Until one day - in fact, the first day she entered middle school - a person who was very important to her, studied her name for half a day, and, finally, came to a conclusion- Yan Hong, the Red Face as well. Right from that moment, Yan Hong Hong Yan really grateful to the girl surnamed Gao Shi Shi, not only later and she became a diehard, even after graduation also inseparable, you say strange! Red face thought, perhaps, this is called fate.
Red face in the class is definitely less than one of her not less, more than one of her not much girl, test scores are always half a bottle of water, hovering on the edge of the serious, like a large-scale examination, to the eve of the examination on the bad, grade can also mix a twenty or thirty it. Fortunately, her father and mother on the results of this kind of thing is not very important, at most just ask her to do her best on the line. Whenever Gao Shishi tears and snot on her "crying" Saturday and Sunday, summer and winter holidays, how many how many tutorials, it is the turn of the red face patted her shoulder, pretending to be deep to her, said: "Alas, listen to God's destiny!" "Alas, you won't understand my pain!" Looking at Gao Shishi's agonized appearance, Hong Yan was confused, and perhaps, could only secretly be glad that she had spread a good pair of parents.
Talking about the red face of the home, really good "old", Yan Yan Yan called Liu Hong "wife", Liu Hong Yan Yan Yan Yan Yan "husband", hey, this red face is not to ease and ease the home of the "old air". "old air", so sex "an old again and again old", with the call Yan Yan "dad", called Liu Hong "mom". Sad! Although the family "old" a little, but this does not affect the red face of their love, as well as mom and dad on the red face of love. Red face her dad is doing screenwriter, mom do writer, to red face understanding, whether it is screenwriter or writer, anyway, are sitting at home to make money! According to reason, dad and mom are engaged in literary people, born out of the daughter should also be WenZouZou, but red face is a wooden fish head is not open-minded, write out of the things in addition to the seat is egg fried rice, in addition to egg fried rice is riding a bicycle, in short, unattractive! Dad Yan Yan often "painfully" said to her: "Alas, red face ah, in such a strong family literary atmosphere, how you still peddling peddling alas!" Dad always talk a set of things, so that red face are memorized, every time to listen to the training is one ear in one ear out. Fortunately, mom is not like this, or red face will go crazy!
Product Taboo: Do not say in front of this product "red face more thin life" and so on! Otherwise, the consequences are peddling unimaginable!
Originally, I thought that in this world, only I believe that I have seen the sun, so enough.
Giant lying on my drawing paper, lazily, he said he liked it, squinting at the sunlight coming in from the window. He also said that my drawing paper had a nice, clean smell - a smell that belonged only to the sun.
So I asked curiously, "Giant, what color do you think sunlight is?"
Giant intended to test me, "Guess."
"It's gold, golden, right?" I was rather complacent, no one knew that I had seen this with my own eyes.
"Kin, how, how did you know?" Giant words were trembling, this guy, when he got excited that was it. Just as I was about to burst out into a frown, Giant sighed, like he was from a weathered old man. I was at a loss for words, and I was at a standstill, and the giant's sigh was not inexplicable.
The giant is a bright-eyed ant, and that's a bit of a load of crap, who knows if ants can be blind? Giant in those giant so-called "bad boy" hand-eye attack under the battle of seventy-seven forty-nine rounds to escape after the rest of his life. At first, he called himself a hero, but then it became too vague. About the second morning he came to me, he complained:
"God is so unfair, why do they make ants so small? Tell me, Arkin, if you had never seen an ant, would you think it was a very big animal?"
"Would it be bigger than the sun?"
I was asking him seriously.
"Where's that from, Akane, you're a strange boy." Giant's tone didn't hide his loss. Poor Giant, he couldn't help but fantasize about it whenever he got into this predicament, but he never knew how big the sun was.
I wanted to say, Giant, your wish will never come true, but I couldn't bear the thought of Giant secretly grieving without me being able to see it. "My wish is to see the sun." I'm sure there wasn't a ripple in my voice, and half-heartedly I added in my mind, "I will see the sunlight."
There were bitter smiles of giant sorrow floating in the air, and staring, I believe, with sympathetic eyes. Perhaps the blind man's eyes are blind, but his heart is bright.
I had been obliviously painting the sunlight, by that window sill. A cacophony of noise disturbed my silence, the bad kids that Giant had said were coming. I don't think they're bad kids, though; anyone who can see the sunlight is a good kid - and sunlight is such a beautiful thing.
Immediately someone asked me, "What are you doing?"
I smiled and was just about to pick up my paintbrush when whoever was in their midst took it away. The giant said that the brush could paint sunny colors, so no wonder I felt warm when I held it.
"I'm painting sunshine!"
The curve of my mouth held proudly, and someone let out a quick, "Ha!" Then a sneer, and whoever it was, grabbed my hand and put something on it.
Ah - Giant, he must have been spotted, he rolled laboriously in my hand, a hard cough escaping his throat. Yeah, if he grew bigger than the sun, he wouldn't have to be bullied.
"Hey, little blind man, that's the sun"
The teasing tone of a boy's voice. Poor Giant cursed him in my hand, maybe it was because of the blind boy, I was actually able to communicate normally with an ant. After a while, they probably left. Hey, bright-eyed kids are always like that, but I still believe they are wonderful kids with no bad intentions.
Who knows, everything was so swift that I couldn't imagine it, including the shredded paper that fell like snow.
That day's giant do not know for what, like has become a larger than the sun's living beings. "Akin ...... did you draw this?" Giant's words trembled again.
Heh - stupid giant, of course I drew it, who would teach a little blind man like me to draw the sun?
"You look so good," was that Giant's exclamation? I'm feeling the fluff on my arm as if he's a thousand miles away, his steps stumbling, one step before he's steady, then the next. Is Giant excited that I'm drawing well?
"Did you really draw this?"
Giant's voice echoed in my ears over and over again, lengthening and truncating, so much so that I was actually made to feel unrealized and licked my dry lips, unsure of what to say. Without waiting for me to think, the group of kids came in like a storm. One kid immediately called out, "Look, the sunlight is running onto his paper." Before the voice could fall, it was countered by another voice, "Idiot, that's not sunshine." I could hear that he was the same boy who had taunted me.
The boy's footsteps threatened to get on my nerves, unable to predict, what he would do in a few seconds. I subconsciously pressed down on my drawing paper, my lips tightening, but - heaven forbid - in an instant, the warm mass that had been pressed under my arm was gone. Who was it? What hands had taken him? My breathing was rapid and uneven.
"No good, Kin!" It was Giant who shrieked from the sidelines.
At once, the sound of 'tingling' pierced the air, softly, perhaps in small bits and pieces, a few of which cut through my otherwise calm and silent face.
There is something called sunlight coming through the window. Giant, where are you? Giant, tell me what happened? Giant, tell me, is my sunshine broken?
The bad guys are finally gone. Giant pressed against my cold fingertips without a word. At that moment, I felt like my whole being was torn apart, transformed into a delicate butterfly, flapping its wings ethereally and poignantly.
"Akane-" Giant called out with difficulty.
My tears fall, and they will wet the pieces that flew silently down, I guess. Suddenly, the tears seemed to fade into the blackness of the cross Dan in front of my eyes, and I could see that my tears melted into the sunlight, and had the temperature of the sunlight as well.
"Giant, do you know the only color I know?"
I smiled bitterly, "It's black, black invades my world."
"No, Jin, don't you know the color of sunlight? It's gold, haven't you forgotten? Gold is your name!"
Juu sounded like he was desperately trying to justify something.
......
Tears dried up, but the dream woke up.
A dream, a dream? All that answered me was sunlight - real sunlight coming through the window - and a piece of drawing paper wet with saliva.
I smiled at the sunlight, even though no one knew that Jumbo and Akane had met it in another world.
Only, that dream, which belonged only to Akane, was crumpled.
Sometimes, sugar doesn't necessarily taste sweet!
--Title
Home--Helpless
She is the eldest daughter of the family, because her parents' patriarchal feudalism has not subsided, thus leading to her family is already a serious family with six sisters overgrown, facing her Her mother's belly, which was growing bigger every day because of her backward thinking, had only one thing on her mind - that it was a boy.
Her family is not poor, living in a commercial house, but because of the reasons for overbreeding, to pay the sky-high fines ...... her parents sold their car and sold their house, and fell forced to go to the monthly for them has been a heavy burden of 600 yuan only 40 square feet of rented accommodation. The pressure of life, exacerbated her parents for the amount of money demand, do not use try not to buy, can save as much as possible thrifty. Undoubtedly, her parents' decision will fall on her as the eldest daughter of ......
School - waiting
The main cadre of the student council, the grades have always been among the top of the class, she was loved by her classmates and teachers. Her thriftiness has made her the school's ambassador for the environment; her diligence has always made her name at the top of the honor roll; her enthusiasm has made her well-liked and get along well with her classmates. She likes the relaxed lifestyle of the school. Yet she was always at her most relaxed when she thought about whether her mother at home could take care of her sister on her own, and whether her father, who was grounded in the community, could work safely and come home without any problems.
Thinking about this often brought worry to her face, instead of the joy of school. Classmates see the usual happy fruit no longer have the previous laughter, teachers see the usual good question girl no longer have the previous braid, then they all want to ask what is troubling her, and she, at home, forcing her not to tell the truth, everything in the school, her mind control her to say that she did not want to be contaminated, however, she, chose to use a bitter smile to face the greetings of those who are all out of concern for her teachers and classmates, grow up just fine, she often say this, perhaps, that is true ......
Home - forced
Truly, all those bad everything, all at the same time came to her.
After school, she saw the wrinkles on her father's forehead, like it seemed to increase a lot in one day, and her mother's eyes, which used to be full of longing for the daily life, were replaced with puffy and red. It turned out that her parents had been arguing for a long time about her schooling, but the end result, not surprisingly, was to withdraw her from school.
She did not cry, did not speak, just approached her that her dearest mother before, embraced, the tears in her mother's eyes, like a spring gushing out ......
School - leaving
The next day, the students The next day, the students got up early as usual to go to the classroom for morning reading, also as usual, the sound of books, only, a corner of the classroom in a seat is empty only ...... After the morning reading, the students will know that she withdrew from the school, but no one knows how it is the case, a variety of claims have been spread out in a moment, sick, abroad, immigrants, suspend school ...... the only thing is that the students know that she withdrew from the school, but no one knows how it is, all kinds of claims have been spread out in a moment, sick, abroad, immigrants, suspend school Immigration, suspend ...... the only thing is not said that she was forced by life.
A year later she, back to school, those former once fellow students partner, has been on the junior high school, she came back to school this time, behind the back of a child, a boy, and her hands holding a large bag of things, saw the former classmates, but also then opened the bag that was blinding sunlight on the other red bag, take out a printed with the word "happy" wrapped bags of sweets, placed in our hands, everyone Everyone had it. She said that her mom had started working, her dad had become a curator, and soon she would be able to go back to school again, and that this candy had been handed out because of her brother's full moon. I guess she's been waiting for this candy for years, but it's been delayed, resulting in an extra burden on her shoulders that shouldn't be hers to bear. Is it really possible? Is it really possible to go back to school? Or, that's just a wish that is placed in a faraway place ......
I opened my hand and looked at the hard work that was hidden on her face, I opened the bag of sugar and put the red sugar into my mouth, why, I couldn't taste the sweetness ......< /p>
A piece of eraser
A piece of eraser, which was lying quietly and still on my desk. I had just used the corner of it to erase a drawing traced in pencil in my book. It is no longer clean, like an aggrieved child, the black corner is like its wide-open mouth, it is crying silently to me. It reminded me of Bean - a former childhood companion who had cried to me in the same way.
Bean used to live next door to my house, and we knew each other since we were young, with the balconies of our two houses only a meter or so apart. In the morning, whoever got up first, ran to the balcony window and yelled across the street, "Lazy pig get up!" You can see the other one in pajamas, rubbing his eyes and bare feet, "popping" over to him and muttering indistinctly, and then on the way to school, they exchanged ideas about how to meet with the Lord of the Week at night, and then laughed while they ate.
Dou and I are not in the same class, but our feelings have never been diluted, every day we go to school together and go home together with homework, and sometimes eat together, whether it is relatives or classmates say we are inseparable like Siamese twins.
Dou loves to laugh, she smiles when there will be two cute dimples at the corners of the mouth, and she is with me, I will also be infected by her bright smile, can not help but put on a smile.
But our young hearts are so sensitive and fragile that we can't bear the torment of the storm.
That morning, we also talked and laughed together to go to school. In the evening, Bean was at my house, doing homework with me, when we still used pencils and erasers were essential. A few days ago I just begged my mom to buy me a yellowish eraser, the middle part of the eraser is hollowed out, the center of the installation of a small bell to erase the words on the workbook, "ding dong ding ding dong" sound is very striking. Bean often picked up my erasers and admired them: "Nice erasers! Well, it's fun to play with, and I'll ask my mom to buy it for me."
But this day I opened the pencil bag ready to take out the eraser, who expected to turn over several times just can not see the yellow shadow, just as the beans picked up their own erasers. I thought I'd look for it again and finish my homework first. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to find the right one, but I'm sure you'll be able to find the right one, and I'm sure you'll be able to find the right one.
A strange thought popped into my head, "It was Bean who stole my eraser!" Yes, it would be her! The mute me balked at the idea that it was Bean who had taken my eraser.
"Bean, did you take my eraser!" I asked her in a raw tone. She looked up and blinked her big eyes at me with a puzzled look, "What? That's the one my mom just bought for me."
My nameless anger bubbled up, "I've been doing my homework with you, so where's my eraser?"
Dou timidly said, "I, I really don't know, I just look at your eraser looks good, just let mom buy a piece for me, I didn't take your eraser,...... no ...... no! " Bean anxious, actually cried loudly. Mom is frying, sniffed and ran over, I pointed to the bean to the mother said discontentedly: "Bean took my eraser, she does not admit it!" Mom called Bean's parents.
Bean's mom said that the eraser was bought for her. But at that time, short-tempered and small-minded me how can I explain? I do not comply with the cry: "Anyway, she took my eraser, it is her! Give me back my eraser, give me back my eraser!"
Dou was taken away by her mother, and before she left, she looked back at me and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything. Bean was crying so hard that her face and hands were full of tears.
A few days went by, and every time I saw Dou, I was still puffed up, and sometimes when I met her, I sidestepped and walked away, ignoring Dou.
After a few more days, my anger subsided a bit, and my classmates helped me find my eraser in a crack in the table, and I realized that I had blamed Bean.
The eraser was dirty, just like the bean who was in tears and aggrieved at that time, with tearstains all over his face.
Just how stubborn we are young, in order to save face, I do not want to apologize to the beans again. I know we can't go back to the old days and be as good as we used to be.
Growing up a bit and feeling so unreasonable, however, Dou moved away and I lost contact with her, and I could no longer find a chance to apologize to her.
Nowadays, when I see such an eraser once again, I can't help but think of the girl who used to be my good companion - Bean.
The lazy sunrise has not yet revealed its sleepy eyes, and the whole city is in a deep sleep. Only the vegetable farms on the outskirts of the city, gradually awakening ......
Lao Wang leaning on the edge of the bed, holding a poor quality cigarette, frowning and sighing. Lonely smoke lingering around, as if years of old friends to appease him. The cigarette butts that fell on the floor were still extinguished.
"How much money is my son taking with him at the end of this month?"
"About 500."
"Why so much?"
"I also asked him, he is still angry, said the teacher said that in addition to the cost of living, you have to pay another 200, as for what fees paid by the teacher will not tell."
The old king did not say anything, and his eyebrows went deeper. These days, the business does not see any improvement, has been losing money, the management committee to urge the rent, his son's school has to pay again, as well as his own back has been sick, what can be done?
He trembled from the drawer layer to touch out has not been able to take out the money, once, twice, three times to count, hey, and then count can only be so much ah. He touched his pocket, there are only 30 dollars in it.
The old man also touched his wallet and took out the only bit of money he had and gave it to the old king, so he finally had enough.
Lao Wang looked out the window, the sunrise finally opened its sleepy eyes. Her warm luster spread to all corners of the city, but only forgot the vegetable farm. The vegetable market was always so humid and gloomy.
Old Wang lit the dim incandescent lamps and began his day's work. His wife was there to help. Make a fire, wash the vegetables, put the seasoning ...... everything has, only owe customers.
But no one has glanced at his stall. The old king was getting desperate.
"Old Wang ah, we store this wall is broken out of shape - yes, the water pipe is also broken, how come the management committee has not come to repair ah, you in the end with them said no ah?"
"I told them, but they said, to fix it, you have to pay for it yourself, otherwise, you will move out, I have someone else who will come here!"
"They people will bully us poor people! A few days ago, Xiao Li's water pipe also broke, and before he even asked, those MC's ran their asses off to fix it, and it wasn't because there was an official relative behind Xiao Li!"
"Hey, there's nothing we can do, we have no money and no power. Our only hope is to raise our son to adulthood, and when he passes the exam, our burden will be put down."
"Yes, you must urge your son to study hard so that he won't end up like us."
Hmm. Old Wang lit a cigarette and sat hunched over the bench, he looked out at the sunshine, and hope sprang up inside him. Everything will be alright, thought Old King.
Yi Xiaoyun was tired of dragging a large box of books upstairs, her hands swollen with pain, she comforted herself all the way, now at last she can be relieved, no need to watch her parents fight every day, no need to hear the sound of chopsticks bamming and bamming on the floor by her furious father every day, even if it is helpless again, what's the point, aren't we all used to it?
Think I'm going to cry? Yi Xiaoyun shrugged off the sympathetic gazes of the people around her and casually tossed her bangs, a smile even surfaced on her face, Yi Xiaoyun, she was really strong and stubborn.
This new home was very well taken care of, as if it was a house that Yi Xiaoyun had fantasized about countless times in her dreams. She was dressed in a fashionable and decent manner, a black printed dress that made her white and tall,
Holding her son's hand, she stood in the doorway, and her father stood by with a smile on his face, while Yi Xiaoyun stood mute, like an extra person.
"Xiaoyun, come here, come in!" The voice was soft.
"Xiaoyun, what are you doing? Mom's calling you!" Her father rushed at her, "Hmph, mom, I only have one mom, what is she to me?" Yi Xiaoyun thought indignantly.
"Xiaoyun!" She called affectionately again, crossing out the door to take the box from Xiaoyun's hand, and involuntarily Yi Xiaoyun followed, taking a seat between her father and brother. The afternoon, along with dinner, passed without her realizing it.
In the evening, she took Xiaoyun into a nice, small room and rambled on, only for Xiaoyun to sulk, sideways, on the bed, not even giving a smile.
The next day, woke up in a daze, felt hot, ah, fever again! Xiaoyun heart shocked, then realized that she also sat on the edge of the bed, more panic, "finished, finished." Xiao Yun's heart was pounding, she turned around uneasily, "Mom, don't sit there, if you don't leave, I'll be late for school." Her precious son shouted loudly, "Hurry up and go! I ...... ah, go to school? What about this?" Thinking, hard, to get up, was held down by her, "Dad went to work, you have a fever." And heard her turn her head and shouted, "Good boy, go to school by yourself today, mom has to send your sister to the hospital. Be careful on the way."
"Xiaoyun, mommy will go and get a glass of water for you first." It was mom again, unknowingly, tears overflowed her eyes, Xiaoyun gently wiped them away, a small smile appeared on her face.
Oh, it was a tearful smile, perfect tears.
-Breaking into the Enchanted Castle
My name is Lisa, and I'm the youngest of the four. The oldest is called Rico, (it's Zhu Yiru). The second oldest is called Lisan, (it's Lian Kaiwei). The oldest is called Lina, (it's Yang Shudan).
The four of us are sisters, living in the same home, all have musical talent. Calling people by name is usually called sister or sister.
"Hey! Hurry up sisters, we're going to be late for the party!" Lina said.
"Okay we're ready" I said. "Let's go!" Lina said.
"Let's go!"
We got on stage and I played the piano, Lina sang, Lisanne played the guitar, and Rico played the drums.
The people on stage sang and laughed. I looked to see a witch dressed in black amongst this group of people on stage, she was haunted and I didn't know what she was up to. I withdrew my mind and finished playing the words of the song. We bowed once and rolled our eyes off the stage.
"Sisters! Shhh, see that witch!"
I asked, pointing at the witch.
"I see her, what's she ghosting for?" Lisanne said.
"Should we follow her?" Rico said.
"Go over there and check it out!" Lina said ......
We quietly followed her, only to see her turn around and pick up something and run away, we were in hot pursuit, she got into a door and we followed, there were some field mice in there, bad birds, and these were all changed by her.
So this was the magic castle, she clapped her hands and the whole room became golden.
She was so bad her, she turned all the people into animals, and, the queen of the magic castle became so nice and cute, she turned into a little white rabbit, Rico put her in her pocket, I didn't think we were found by the witch, she read the spell, and we flashed before our eyes, and we went into a white world.
It was white and a little cool, the four of us stayed close together, holding hands. Walking and walking, there was nothing here and no exit. Suddenly, a pair of eyes flashed from in front of us, "Hahahahaha, you can't escape!" Only a ghostly scream was heard.
"It's over, run. Lina said. So we ran into a black hole ......