I feel the pressure of work can sometimes come through the air, the bubble has been no good mouth, face and back are beginning to acne, a rare break, want to go eat dinner the night market shopping, a few Amoy pieces of their favorite things, to release the pressure a bit, but hate the brother refused to walk with me, have to be re-routed Park, worth mentioning, Who than I do, then a visit to the park for the time being it!
Tall walnut tree with dense foliage, my brother walked with a joke, unreasonable stir one-third of the shameless, I always screw around with patience, it seems to take my brother is very helpless, but who let his big, and not big bully The bully who?
Work overtime every day for a month without a break, physically and mentally exhausted to a degree not adhere to forget the time, ignoring the climate, felt he had no longer their own, like the tight winding of the top, stop switch was, until dizziness, rarely have such pleasant time walking in the alley, all in all all the blame to one person, and then enjoy the night in the share of the Yi Jing.
Many of the pedestrian park, we walked slowly down the lake quartzite, said some of the far-fetched, then, occasionally joke with each other, like a peony flower centers are in full bloom flower, big flower big flower wanton the bloom, the fragrance exudes it, bowed his head deep sniff the aroma of peony, petal off, only the phrase: there are flowers to be worthy of folding straight off, no flowers be empty Mo broken branches. Big Brother defloration reasons for my silent, I am elated hobbled down ran forward.
Night, water taps constantly spinning, there are some water droplets sprayed directly into the Park Chung Road, the mischievous brother I want to enjoy the last push, "rain" feeling, seize me who want to become Big Brother moment, Big Brother has long been away, and looked at me and laugh. Conspiracy failed, his brother is also a bit too clever, and response so fast, humbled.
From an exhibition of chrysanthemum fifty-one through a sudden gust of floral hit, I cried, this is the smell of Sophora japonica, a familiar, well like ah. Smell the flowers in search of the source of these flowers, found in the lush hills turned a few acacia trees, white clusters of flowers covered the tree body, reminds me of home piece of long, deep alley, alley every household types of Sophora japonica, every spring alley will become a sea of ??flowers, as long as Guairu alley will be surrounded by blowing SJ Hong, sweet, thick, exposure to which is like a fairy-like Sophora japonica, happy Happy. I often time my brother, my brother would climb the wall, pick the next lot of Sophora japonica fish begged my mother side, I dare say that the fragrance of the surface with Sophora japonica is the world's best fish delicious. Remember that time at home wall or walls, not now full of steel and concrete, SJ April fragrance is a busy bee, I take a nap every day at noon with his brother after they secretly went to the acacia trees, watching the drilled hole from which the bees, and then gently pick up the small wooden sticks struck the wall of the small holes in the natural that is where the bees store honey, a dazzling Ash leaf wrapped sweet yellow bee honey brewed Each noon, my brother and I will become a thief to steal honey, the bees fill the mouth hard brewed honey, eating honey and half-jokingly said his brother, the two of us is a big black bear eating honey, ha ha.In fact, I am not picky, you do not merely look I like. "
Owen stopped at the food dish best chopsticks next stunned surprised a moment, smiled and said nothing. Two of blissful silence gnawing nest of rice to one side stood the attendants noticed some strange atmosphere, far away.
Feng Yuan think that a delay is not a way to reconcile the positive atmosphere you want to talk, Owen was the first good step to break her the embarrassment of dinner.
"You ... what passes these years? Son are so big, looks like you, quite Jun students."
Feng Yuan pondered the Banke, picking a few mouthfuls of rice hedged for a while, got up and handed over a business card, "I work in MC, the day also passable. I am not very good son like it? But if, like his father should be it is more handsome ... ... your daughter also quite like you ah. "
Owen brought back good mouth smile, the dimple on the cheek looming, "Sijia is like my brother, where as I do, before you say I am not with my brother."
"Ah?" But her reaction to the moment.
"Sijia is my brother's daughter, the last time I went to see the teacher for him, you know he Zuifan nagging others ... I still single." Brother Owen Good Owen Cheung used to be notoriously ** , for a girlfriend like clothes, as compared with large-year-old Feng Yuan, from small to large romantic history of a few days and nights are lots to talk about, but now it is sub-divided wife Ann went to the girl.
"You begin with the words faster, and certainly your mother nagging non-stop, even your brother's daughter is six years old, your daughter not to give her a look." When saying this, Feng Yuan to bring much courage is estimated that no one can understand, she forcibly suppressed inner roll Nazhen suffering, will cover the face eyes smile heap of grief.
Owen is not good to see her head naturally how weak smile, he gently "ah" sound, "I might get married next year."
His words like a sharp knife numerous branch Qi Feng Shua Shua edge to the softest place to launch the hearts of her clutching his heart, bit off the trembling of the lips, saving the phone rings at this time.
"Tracy? What! Good, you do not gas, I now pick you up."
Feng Yuan Yao Komidori there listening to the phone the voice of rage red crown, the hearts of some pain relief, she got up and apologize to Owen good that people do not warm smile is not cool, do not see any fluctuations.
"Yao Komidori if there is some situation, I have to pick up her first excuse me. There is anything after the telephone contact it." Hug it under the edge of a small string, then went to the cashier von payments left.
Owen good sitting in a chair alone, the face has been cold most of the dishes no fit, shaking his head, hands and slowly tightened, posing with. She did not deny that ... ... that is called the little boy made oak week, is really her son.
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