Looking at bigger archduke sheep toward nose chased the ewes, he sighed, when is a end? Years old, home already only dumb mother; The walls, lonely lonely liao is empty. Young dreams is just find a wife, but a distant clouds. Dream ah cove, but years in the face! But engraved the content. "I get as a male sheep ah", he exclaimed, "it's food every day, chasing fat grass is the swarms of wives". Think about it, he couldn't help vexed up, whisk the ram, "hair what a hearty chattering ah, curry ah". Male sunlu looked at him, and the breeze garcon disappeared brings its full face of injustice.
Home, brought to the house full of depression and sorrow. Dumb mother was choked with focal smoke from tears undeniably to welcome him. He said nothing, on the black wall closed his eyes. Exhaustion and helpless diffuses to come. Only drab bells and the howl of fire sound proof this a dark cave and vitality...
Every day repeated.
One evening, he just went home, was an uncanny atmosphere seized the heart. The chimney has no smoke without light, dusky light. He rushed to the home, saw the old on the kang, struggled to rise. But she that despairing glance tell him is unlikely. Slowly, dumb mother's eyes light gradually dark down mouth say cannot translation word also subduction in the darkness. He grabbed my mother's hand, but he cried out was the mother's hand inflexible. The tears have burst, he didn't know where, moment,,,,,
Mother has abandoned him, and he can't get on well is the only mother finally say?
The guest mourners mouth only mutton is even kua his conservation. "The third, mo afraid, you have so many fat white sheep, find a wife is not a problem." He numbness, didn't say a word. Panic as lost.
Every day lonely.
Unprecedented lonely.
The sunset residual wind, Richard not clear his thoughts.
Rain, good big rain! Between heaven and earth, amid a sea of flocks gathered in the tree down, he's wearing a white raincoat is hunkered down in the tree, like a big sheep. His chest in a pot of wine as heavy rain, also sprinkle don't destroy. He want to cry cry out. He want to yell 1, but no shout out. He thought of a poetry, and forget. He felt himself and the rain a little, as the vast maturity, no way out...
Hey, what's the matter, somewhere in the distance, a shadow the shaking, suddenly big and small, no.19 careless. He stood up and walked first steps, just understand, is the wife of seven donkey son, also do not know to muddy and covered with how many falls fell. Later also plays not come, let rain to rain. He did not want to, and ran, and, with her, she go figure's too tall, harm old three broke several falls. Finally put her under mixed to the tree, he also tired, but she's too weak, a third had to put and then pour, mixed with her. Old three suddenly hit several times, he smell a special flavor, such many years never smell. Slowly he smelled: it's seven donkey son a wife's body, intoxicated are very special! Old three want to hand wipe nose, suddenly just feel, his hands in a warm, soft, elastic place, ah, old three just know to her chest, old three face immediately red, good uneasiness, quickly hands off. But again, the third made with live she must feel scorching heat, there is a strange feeling, like an insect with his heart in erosion. Just rain small, old three say, back to it. So this one white team stepped into more, near village, "you walk, gossip," old three looking at rain, rain also. "Thank you" rain curtain partition old three eyes... coach madison op art hobo
The night, old three tossing and turning, a strange feeling sometimes rises from my heart, he drank nearly five tablespoons cold water, dawn, he calls by sheep, yi, how to canthus wake a tears?
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