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Wang Shushu put the bag down then go.

已有 122 次阅读  2013-04-22 22:02   标签boutique  paul  smith 
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      out of the window, the heavy rain.With his son had not eaten for three days ceinture armani, curled up in the old kiln room Robe de Cocktail pas cher, listening to a raindrop hit the roof tiles.Occasionally, a string of raindrops falling from the tile gap, drops in his old cheeks, when the cold rain, the scene, through his cheeks liquid, but let him feel is being squeezed out of the blood, life distress has let him escape no escape, no place to shield.

    boutique ed hardy;   it is a sound of thunder!Bai Huahua's lightning to house shone bright, but no light, house church mouse, house besides a only half of the pot, and a bundle of firewood, the other nothing.This is a deserted dormitories.Because the factory benefit is not good, down a month later, he took his son out of a road, begging along the way.

      babble sound, son was awaken by the thunder.A look at the house is dark, only the father's hand is still hot, the dim looked up, but I could not see his face.

      "father, I'm so hungry."Four and a half years old son shook his sleeves, has been a full three days without food, he is the only remember, three days ago met a kind old husband and wife, on the way back a battercake booth met on the poor father, gave him half a rest.

      room, or a quiet.But Dad seemed to hear his slight pronunciation, although not silent, but the son was clearly have some hot liquid drops on his neck and hands.In his mind, the father has been strong, had never seen him cry, this time is no exception, because the light is too dark to see clear.

        the child is too poor, two years old when lost weak and sick mother, at that time, my father in order to mother's illness, at the day in the factory labor work, usually also often go to a hospital for selling blood money, despite years of prime times, still on the site in a coma.Even so desperately, still can not escape from the cruel reality: the child his mother no, hungry children pale lips, these days, every time I think of these, as he did the stalks in the throat, pass by a village the river when he really hates you, not suicide, cruel leave children life lonely and helpless.

      the child has no mother, Hai Ya, how can you bear to let him not Dad?At that moment he remembered died wife, if I go in the lower, how to you?

      "son, is the father of no use, not enough to feed your father go out tomorrow, have a look, can ask aunt points to sell bread to eat the east of the village, endure again tonight, sleep......"

      "but dad......My day to five Dimes to Uncle Wang, he promised to make good to me at night."His son's eyes.

    paul smith femme;   "silly boy, the five coins are returned to the people.Besides, Wang Shushu's family is not good, where the delicious for you......"The father looked out the window of heavy rain, look again into deep gloom.

      I do not know how long.Dong Dong, like someone is knocking at the door.

      "so late, who?"Father rubbed his eyes and asked.

      "Lao Li, i.Wang Jian.What is he, the father hurriedly jumped up and open the door.

      open the door, saw a dripping water, a grass Mino soaked to the skin, the face of black mud are, do not know how many falls fell all the way.But his tired and eager eyes, can see he is Wang Shushu.Hand carrying a small sack.

      " Ed hardy Homme;this is some wild fruit, tell me your small plum, a full three days without eating, hungry uncomfortable, I'm distressed.But the family did not much food, the fruit is I rushed to the village behind over two mountain collected."Wang Jian rubbed his hands when, I found two deep blood draw him in the arm, obviously is a new one.

      "brother, you is this......"Father choked some words.

      "Oh, okay.The village is too poor chaussures paul smith pas cher, we all grew up in the mud of the farmers, to live, you have to help each other."Wang Shushu put the bag down then go.

      after many years, until I was seventeen years old before enlistment, although often hungry, but I'll never forget that night.For once a weak helpless life, as long as it is to inject the energy of love, it must be strong enough to grow.

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