I stand silly in there, the mood did not know why the sudden whereabouts, did think he in toward undercut, falls the grave and a group of solitary person wild ghost in the same place, but also had that caustic piercing laughter, let me be absolutely terrified, is unable to move, the nerve tied tight is filling the fear, at present confused.
Yu Kai walked, awakens one by one them, also has broken the prestige sub-and the small book conversation. They looked at my one, probably I not once existed radically am same, afterward Yu Kaila I, told me to deliver the small book to go home. This is I only then responded towed small book Lian Baodai throws in the vehicle. I asked that her family in where, she did say she has not married. How no matter then I did ask that she is one “has not married”. The young bitch was mad me Mongolia, but could not throw her girl the guesthouse. Finally has to drive slowly toward mine that finds a place to live drives, at heart hopes on the road she to be able to sober up. I drive open the sound, inside transmits the Saint mulberry the piano music, his music may let me have temporary excited or tranquil, this is I likes his only reason. An elephant Mozart's same child prodigy, four years old may play Beethoven's violin and the piano sonata in the presence of everyone, this what person?! Previous I deliver a customer was an old bastard, on the road I puts this small dish, that old bastard heard the heel I saying that he also liked the Saint mulberry. At that time I also felt that he is good, had found a common language at least with me, whose knowledge afterward did he more and more change the taste. He said that analyzes the Saint mulberry ancestors according to him is the carpenter moreover also meets the electrician, I shake the head the expression not to be clear. He starts to explain that the violin and the cello are the ancestors crosscut saw's comprehensions, but the piano is the ancestors works as electrician by electricity number of times many, therefore the ball has the piano to resemble that quickly with the convulsions. At that time I smiled not good, he said but actually the theory let me give birth for the first time, I smiled Saint Mr. Sang Nei to die for more than 80 years to have the possibility to jump again, how circumstances changed with the time this kind of mountain products also to appreciate his music, any chaotic nonsense theory. But real in I listen to his music to feel that in this world the astonishing talent have been too many, but we this and so on ordinary ordinary, also only then remain obscure was the weary social useless people possibly.
No comments:
Post a Comment