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Prostitutes and beggars

** said: What, finally the only thing I did understand is: to go, thanks to the landlord ran out to stop the extension of the situation, and finally discuss the good, singing beggars can not exceed half past eight p.m., this settled the matter. I've been a stay of wood that stood back and looked at me ** to make room closed the door, instantaneous time onlookers agents just quickly disappeared. Because this beggar here, I do not know specifically how long, just remember when I first moved in he was open every night the sound of singing, but It is curious that he only sang called every night, sing so crazy, has been sung everyone feels sad.

he was inclined to live in my door, coinciding with the ** door. Of course, that the so-called ** I only separated by a narrow wall, because here every 8 square to a family lived, some vegetables, and chickens, and the fish, to work, all kinds. The landlord is an old woman, obese figure, whenever I see her, a cigarette dangling from her mouth must, play mahjong all day long soak in the house, of course, more than a table of her house, and sometimes busy The has allowed me to help her with lunch. But she'd not a bad man, when I first came to see me pale and thin appearance she said to me: However, rent can not care for too long. Gone with the Wind had blown it for so long, my journey is to write down here. Although this does not make me change anything or made any real money, but there has become impossible to forget I remember the place. She finally asked me not to talk to strangers, liars, many also do not in the room that Dali {**} This is indeed a woman makes me wonder ,,,,

stay in the room all day, smoking, or staring out the window watching the sparrows on the wire off occasionally. Or is sleeping,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], wanted to sleep, wake up dead, but the reality can not let me so, or even no money to buy rice. So they picked up the pen, it seems to write, but actually an empty mind. Remember the other day sent to the newspaper article does not seem to be the intention to adopt, in this moment when I suddenly stopped howling sound awakened me, and then I knew the sky was black and the beggar's songs have been sung climax part. Before actually did not feel a thing. Repeated over and over again, endlessly. I have thought of a sudden he ran out the door to a guy who smashed all dropped out and then go upstairs fiercely, and then dropped to the ground listening to the sound of it, more amused. But I did not do that. Unknown because the beggar, not as beggars in general. Every day he went out to sing to make money by real people have a hard charity. But he would be delighted to wear neat, suits, shoes, ties, also dyed his hair yellow hair. The most worrying is that his eyes are oblique, is puzzling that he has a daughter claiming to be his little girl.

out of curiosity I would like to open the door to him in a word, this is not something I'm good at, but he would see I have this skilled Italian smoked a cigarette throw me. I am curious and asked: :

I thought this man must hide what the behavior did not want people to know. The most common simple things are often behind there is always a secret, but I may have been the world I feel it too. The idea is not to make money by singing beggar.

Then he asked: out, he is also the throughput with the cigarettes.

I said: is a career low of touch, they feel demeaning simply replied: . Because of embarrassment makes me feel ashamed, or because it looks like I can not convince others. He knew that after the dazed expression on my loss. In her heart and muttered, if there is a hole at the foot of desperate I will drill down, even below the abyss. But he went back to the kind of Taidalielie: , closed the door tightly, and then goes to the hard hard can no longer lie in bed, take a deep breath to when something had happened. When I again saw my pen and paper when they fall into children's torches tore the rotten broken, do not want to see, never want to ...

how the dead of night would not fall asleep in bed, my mind there actually had seen the girl next door, that is, that quarrel with the beggar. I never saw this few days, evil but always to think of her mind. However, My Fair Lady Marty, what basis can I do? Eating and drinking are a problem. But think about too, I like the comfort of their own. I remember her best to see another run round the eye, there was long hair, slim figure, Angelica skin. And her very bright pajamas, people intended joint Pina. At first I do not believe in such slums how would there be such a beautiful woman, but we proved there is this person here. The more I think the more eager to know everything about her or with her about some of the information. I kept their heads silently in the heart of the plan with how to begin. Just as I was flattered being immersed in my reverie when a faint groan came Pavilion walls. So all this soon shattered. This is what makes me sad to the extreme. I flip the body to fall asleep too soon, but that is really a difficult thing. People with or without her boyfriend I Thinking again, I will rise the end of this heart can not be done, no wonder their ability, can come to an end because the end of road have this wish I had more. I then tried to restrain his reverie about her all the time.

the night darkens, the time when I was sleepy while the train thundered by relaxation to the sounds they woke me, shock beds are moving. That day, it seems that God in punishing the sinner my reverie only in this way or in retaliation for disrespect of my own. At this moment I secretly vowed, because

impulse made me vow more and more vicious, but another bit of thinking here, but the city of Nanjing cheapest place to rent and rent is not so easy . I think this will stay a long time. Recovered, I unconsciously picked up the pen to modify the new Shigao written the day before. . . . .

next day, when I woke up when the sun is not sure where at this time. I wear slippers around the diameter to the toilet, I did not realize they just went out and bumped into her. Because she has just opened the door to go out. Because our room door at the bottom so natural, in turn installed. This hit me instantly that this woman felt the heat of the skin. Because she always wore pajamas. I was wondering how planning a night with her contacts, but now the situation is entirely God arranged the coincidence /, through her door in her room I was suddenly stunned. Not in her room did not I think of it as is her boyfriend and no one there. But that the colors can be breathtaking colors instantly. Red, red, all red. At this point we have nothing to say to each other embarrassing. I suddenly felt very stupid question: Then Haobulicai from my side through the tightly shut the door. So call me standing at her door, it seems that in mind, but what specifically is I do not want to remember.

back room, lit a cigarette in bed, careful retrospect, thinking about her red room, bed sheets quilt is red, tablecloths are red, red curtain is the most incredible people think that the wall is covered with red paper cranes, origami crane attached Piece of Red Cloth on the article, there was hanging on the ceiling. Is this art? Or what it means. Later, the landlord told her once heard of, called Little Red.

in my impression I clearly remember a girl said to be waiting for me, but when I left she had married someone else soon. That is something many years ago, but now think Daohai feel fresh, only

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