9、Capture ...
- They speculated that her real life must be a fun person, must be full of joy every day, have many friends, have a lot of fun, have a great time. She never replied to readers’ messages, and the literary website’s people contacted her to sign up, and she ignored it. She just wanted to write, just to turn her excess energy, her desire to be sweet, all into words, somewhere. The summer rain fell downstairs. Summer Mom is made of costume design, from a year ago, after Xia pickup and illness, she has been working at home because she has to take care of the summer rain pick up, she can't let her alone. “Make your favorite winter melon broth. "Mom summer handed chopsticks to the summer pick rain that washed his hand over, "eat, I'll take you to the street in the afternoon, I'll start school, I'll have to buy a few new clothes." "Well. Xia picked up the rain smiled exceptionally brilliant, like having encountered a very happy thing. Mother Summer looked at her smiling face, but couldn’t be happy. Because she knew that Xia Picking Rain was not as happy as it seemed, she just couldn’t control her emotions, and couldn’t control her expression. She would suddenly cry, laugh suddenly, suddenly very excited, and at once she would become unusually tired. Dr. Zhang told Summer Mom that the disease of picking up rain can not be completely cured, even if it is temporarily good, it must pay attention to the patient's emotions, can not be excited, can not be stimulated, otherwise it is easy to relapse. Summer Mom is ready to take care of the summer rain for a lifetime, she only wishes she can live a little longer, a little longer, so that she can always stay with the rain. Picking the rain has always been a sensible child, never let her fuck anything, if she is okay, will not bear to let herself get sick again, Summer Mom is such a conviction. After lunch, the summer pick up rain helped my mother pack the bowls. Everything was packed properly, and Mom was driving the car and picking up the rain out the door. The weather is still very hot, the sun hot and hot on the earth, the mood of the summer pick up rain is very high. She looked out the window, and out of the window was a big cloud. The wind blows the leaves, and the leaves shake gently. The car drove to the largest mall, and Summer Mom parked the car in the parking lot. However, the door opened, and Mom Shim closed the door again. She pulled the summer rain back to the car, and Xia looked at her with a rain and asked, "What's wrong? "I suddenly remembered that the next door mall was discounting, let's go there. Mother said, leaving the car straight away. She has been calm and does not want to let the rain see. In fact, when she opened the car door, she saw the mother of the palace with Miya out of the car. She can't let the summer pick up rain and meet them, and the summer pick up rain can't stand the stimulation. For the family, the mood of the summer mother is also complicated. She knew that Miya Xu's death, Xia pickup rain must have some responsibility, but all the faults were pushed to Xia pickup rain, this practice is too much. She was angry while she was feeling guilty. This subtle emotion made her very unwilling to see the people of the Palace. After the car drove out of the parking lot, Summer Mother had been circling the road. "What's wrong? “The rain feels that my mother is a bit wrong. "Oh, nothing. "Mom Summer soon returned to God, "is thinking about how to do the design drawings to be handed over the day after tomorrow." “If Mom is busy, we’ll go back. Xia picked up the rain very carefully, "wait for my mother to come back after she's busy." “It’s okay, I have thought and I can draw it soon. Summer Mother smiled at the rain, and finally decided to drive the car to a farther mall. After parking, Summer Mother first got out of the car, like a shocked bird, and first confirmed that there were no dangerous people around. Xia picked up the rain from the car and went up the elevator with Mom. The air conditioning in the mall is very good, and there is no heat outside. In the mall for a leisurely afternoon, the state of the rain picking up seemed to be better, the stiff brilliant smile on the face gradually disappeared, her abnormally exciting brain, also began to calm. Summer Mom watched quietly walk around the summer to pick up the rain, and a glitch of sour joy in her heart. If you can keep this all the time, if you used to be a good summer rain in front of the eyes, then how good it should be! She turned secretly, pretending to lift her hair, wiping out tears from the corner of her eyes. When she returned, the rain was tired to sleep, and her sleeping color was quiet and beautiful. Mother Summer stopped the car smoothly and couldn’t bear to wake her up. She knew that when the Xia picked up the rain, she couldn't sleep all night, the afternoon she finally felt tired, now able to sleep so heavily, really not easy. She sat in the car with her. The sky was dark, the stars shining, and the summer mother looked up at the night sky, looking at it, and the tears fell. Shah's father died when he was five years old when he picked up rain, and after that, she and Xia picked up rain. For more than ten years, she has been happy, Xia pickup is good and knowledgeable, she doesn't need to bother. She felt that life was perfect, even if Dad had left early, but she did not feel that she and Xia had a bad life with two people. The stars shine, the clouds and light, the girls around them, breathing long, and dreaming. Mother Summer reached out to touch the face of the rain pick up, her face was slightly cold, a hair sticking to her lips, and Mom Summer carefully brushed for her. “Sleep, sleep, my dear baby…” Summer Mom, with red eyes, gently patted her arm, like coaxing a baby, and coaxing the poor daughter into a dream. Don't be afraid, Mom is here, no one can hurt you. Those sad, sad, painful, and sick, all of them will disappear, Mom protects you. Sleep a little more, sleep a little, wake up is to make clouds to see the day, clear sky. On August 30, the date on the calendar finally arrived. I got up early and was in a very good mood. Today is the beginning of school, and from today I have officially become a college student. My mother has prepared breakfast for me, my favorite leather egg porridge. Mom made lean porridge, always the same taste, never changed. After breakfast, I changed my shoes, picked up my bag and said, "See you at night," and went out of the house. W is not far from my house, sitting on the subway only five stops. When I was a child, my mother brought me to W, I thought that this century old school was solemn, looking at the grand school name, and there was awe in my heart. I never thought one day, I would be standing on this campus in the summer of the rain—as a W-college student. Standing at the door, I took a deep breath. When I couldn’t breathe in a little air, I slowly exhaled the air. The mood slowly calmed down. The dense shade stopped the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. I lifted my hand and looked out from the seams of my fingers into the broken blue sky that came out of the thick branches. "Shave the rain? A slightly surprised voice came into my ear. I looked down consciously and saw a boy standing at my right hand, four meters away from me. He was wearing a black T-shirt, and the white skin had a discerning beauty in the sun. He had a soft, slightly naturally rolled black hair, with consternation, surprise and incredible in amber eyes, as if he had met me here. "Who are you? “I looked at him dazed. I don't remember I know this man, but why does he look like he knows me? The boy stopped and he stopped there without moving. It was only a few seconds, but it was as long as centuries passed. He smiled at me, “You may not know me, I used to be a school with you.” "A school? I frowned a little, continued to think, but still can't remember when he had such a classmate. “Yeah, but we’re not a class. Your grades are good, so I’m just concerned about it. He raised his feet toward me, “It felt like you should be you, so shouted at you.” "That's how it is. Once a school, now a college, I do think he is a little kind. “I am Wooden. He handed me a hand, “It’s nice to see you.” “Well, too, I’m glad to see you. I smiled and held my hand over and held him, "I'm in the economic and trade department, you? He looked brightly and smiled: "Should you be learning business management? "Yes. I glared with surprise, "How do you know? "I guess. He said, “I’m your next door trade class. "It's coincidence. "It's really coincident to meet a former alumni here, and it's still in the same department. " Yeah, I was so scared. He said, "Let's go, it should be all nine o'clock in the economic and trade department classroom. “It is indeed a gathering of trade. I nodded, received yesterday's text message notice, and today at nine o'clock in the economic and trade department. When I walked to the big classroom with Woo Sinan, there were already a lot of people in the classroom, like me and Mu Sunan, there were not many students in this city, W's large admission score is still very high. As I walked into the □□ classroom, I felt the silence of a second around me, as if who accidentally cut off time, and then quickly cohesed. “There are vacancies over there. Wooden side walked in front of me. Many people are looking at me and Mu Sunan, and I think these people should mostly look at Woo Sunan, because he is a big handsome guy. The heart hurts suddenly, like a tiny needle. If Miya Xu were alive, he should come here today, too? So excellent Miyaku, will also like Wooden, attract everyone's sight. "This way. The arm was suddenly pulled, and I just sink into my memory, and I was dragged out. The man who dragged me out was of course Wosunan, and he found two vacant seats. He pushed me into that seat inside and sat down on my left hand. The □□ classroom was messy and loud, and everyone was busy meeting new friends and busy feeling the college time that finally arrived. “Show rain, do you stay or go home every day? " Muji south side turned over to speak to me. As he spoke, his eyes looked at me, and the amber eyes reflected my face a little glared. "Me? I go home every day, and my family is not far away. "Which stop are you at? " he asked me again. “Three Dollars Street. I replied, “I’m down at the Triyuan Street. "It's coincidence. He looked bright, as if very happy, "I too am the stop." It's over a moment, we're going together. “But I don’t know what time it’s over. “I always think this is Mu Sunan, a little too enthusiastic. How to say we just met, even if we were classmates, but at that time we didn't know each other. "What? “Just when I felt a little embarrassed and overwhelmed, I heard a little bit of doubt on my right hand. I looked beyond my head, sitting on my right, was a long-haired girl, her eyes were confused and somewhat hesitant. She saw me look back at her and asked me, “Where have I seen you?” "Have you seen me? I was not sure I reached my finger to my nose. "Yes. She recalled, with a fluttering eye, "I remember that day in the mall, you suddenly pulled me and asked me…" But not waiting for the girl to finish, Wosunan interrupted, "She hasn't seen you, you recognize the wrong person." "Oh? The girl stopped, “but…” “You’ve got the wrong person.” Wooden said unsurprisingly. “Well, maybe I really did wrong. The girl said, “I am Nguyen Z Qing, and it’s nice to meet you. What class are you? “I am in the Business Administration class. I said, I slightly sided, so that she could see Wooden Nan, "He's a foreign trade class." "Coincidentally, I also study business management, and I'm with you a class. The girl named Nguyen Xu Qing showed a good smile on her face. “I am Xia Ping Rain, this is Woo Sunan. "I was very surprised to meet the girls in my class. "Wooden? "Nguyen Z Qing glanced, and the expression was a little sudden, "Are you Mu Sunan? I…”I don’t know you. Wooden interrupted her, with an abnormal expression seriously, "What happened to you, from the beginning, has been close to you? "I don't mean that. “The Nguyen was a little panicked when he was, “I just think the name is familiar.” I was wrong, sorry. "You don't have to be sorry. I always thought Mu Sun’s reaction was strange, and he had been interrupting the words of Nguyen. It is clear that I and they have just met, but always feel that the situation is a little subtle. "Just the wrong man, Wooden, why are you so serious? I don't understand Mu Sunan, his expression and tone, are too harsh. “Nothing, somebody always thinks of me as another person. Sorry, I was overreacting. Wooden smiled at Nguyen Xi Qing with a guilty smile. The expression was strange, and she shook her head gently and turned her head to stop looking at me and Mu Sun. At this time, the director finally arrived.
作者有话说第9章 Capture
