Simon did not think small cotton will meet Deng-yun here.
Three years after the fall of the afternoon to wake up, drink a cup of Nestle thick, put emerald blue coat, walking up the street.
1600. Remote residential streets, deserted scarce.
Bow to the bench on the side of the road turn a blind eye, right ear to listen toinsects fall slightly.
At this point, she heard that familiar voice.
Little sleep.
Raised his head, has become under the orange-red sunset, standing not three years of the Deng-yun.
So ingenious. Ucc coffee Fourth Street Office, the thin cotton small sip of a hot coffee, soft saxophone is Kenny G39s home.
Deng Yun obviously fashion mont blanc pen old. Three years time, in a 50-year-old man who has a welt cruel. On cotton it is so easy for a small smile, she knows that he likes this kind of laughing, young, bright, gorgeous smile of youth. Three years, she more beautiful, and this man, they are really aging.
You go after the life I have been a person. How do you, have you also? Deng Yun39s hand gently hold an small cotton hand on the table, he still loved her.
This love, made her heart.
West, his room.
Loneliness of the aging lip. Kiss warmly.
An indentation in small cotton-yun Deng39s embrace of the moment, weeplikelihood.
Displacement of the night lights, struggling to leave the world in the fall of the desires of the Deng-yun.
Lang 13 aircraft designer mont blanc pen to nine o39clock. She was also a novel, not yet at the end.
Deng Yunin despair, like the goblin marvelous woman, he knew that she was robbed of his three years ago, today is that life is.
Gently took his face, quickly turned down. Gaps in the street fighting vehicles, the security of small cotton residue gently sucking on the fingertip of tears, tears cloud Deng.
Designate larger airports, 13 ofLang, has dragged on much of the trunk, the crowd waved jump far.
On a small cotton faint smile and ask what he ask of the short hair, sweet kiss handed.
East of the room, her.
13 Lang Taotie like the beast, a business trip a month, he missed sleeping in the same side of the nap cotton flowers.
A few hours time, the transition from one man to another man, two time. She saw the past and future years with the mold specimens.
They are so different, they are so similar.
Lang 13 deep sleep quickly. Light and subtly, the small cotton thin fingers gently over his forehead, nose, lips and chin. Their five-year-old man with small, she asked ourselves how in the end love?
