As a district school, a late sleepy sleep, afraid of late, Russia kicked off through the tilt tilted brick road to cut between the fiber field to go to school. Russia hasn't walked back to that dong again. The part because he still went to school, part because of the field in that field Russia sold to others. But Russia still remembers the feeling of desertion, marketing when going through the fiber field. Fields are long, loud
. Concudes "potholes". Weeds waiting across the wheel. The distorted fish ponds
Between copper, high mounds buds up. The singer um in the spread of the mound, root roots let go of the low Western Temple. Two children sit in young si. Hung was stirring orange juice for Russia, Russia raised the phone to watch si branches into the dart of the bar where the two were sitting, taking a separated image. Hung suddenly said: "The fiber only has an ancient singer. This season is golden knitting, how much is it hello to greet the crest, injecting ". Russia clicks two more models. "That tree is close to Mr. Dong Dong, who dares to close." The spoon came into a cup of glass
"Are you, going to teach, but still afraid of ghosts in the mouths of word of mouth in your village?" Russia curled lips, glancing at Hung: "I'm not afraid!" Hung took: "I'm sure I'm afraid to not dare near the old Si tree." Russia sat down on the chair, his eyes looking straight at Hung, holding the cup of orange juice: "That I said that, but I'm not afraid. I used to go through it alone. " Russia drinks a steam, orange juice cup with half. Hungry: "Doesn't you dare to go out to the fiber alone?". * * * The sheet blurred, the road was also absent from the ball, Russia jogged to the yarn line. Two sides of the grass flower road, the green chi green chi is so cool, height across his knees, waiting for the aisle. Roads are bumpy, convex, the previous day has replaced with a flat, smooth concrete. Rice fiber fields are daughter. Last night there was a shower, so the water invaded, rice rice was rushed as just sprinkled with the color of the bike. Land, gumping yourself, behind the shoe shorts, vegetables. The way to somewhat quiet .... through the field backpack, Russia has just looked around, steps slowly. For several months, she was busy going to practice, she ran out quickly and quickly. Virgin dense dense front. The floral straps pleaded with the guava gloves to the pond side. The fish pond was broken with a hat offset to the shore to hold the ragged flag by the wind. Stupid banana dust is big. In the sky, some gray clouds pulled to make the space darkened. Looks like a footsteps followed. Russia turned around, only saw the dried banana ships in the wind. Russia hops, running. She heard the pounding chest. A cold slightly running through the nape, the snail suddenly emerged. Before the ball is the old singer, the piles have a lot of trunks in the weeds. Hun long copper smoking no shadow. The footsteps on the road to pursue her. Hung instructed her to lose his temper, don't go back behind. But how could she not turn behind the footsteps in the road every time a vulnerability. On the day she followed the bunch of friends to see the shadow to see the ball at night to go through the pond with ivory bamboo dusts, he was scared of crushing and still looking back behind. The bamboo ball poured into the road under the moon as the shadow chasing her, causing her legs to hurry and stumble. Hay friends, holding half of the brick thrown into the bamboo dust shouting: "It's good to go to ghost". No ghost. The crowded crowded lift she stood up, walking a few steps and then the guys rushed down. The speed blows up and follow the smell of oil sweat. Russia remembers the words of excitement, breathing deeply to calm down, she slows down the footsteps. The rear footsteps also slowed off. But when she started running, it also followed, she stopped the footsteps. Sweat has been with the forehead. Sports shoes as a tight-fitting tight-fitting feet. Russia turned around. A tall young man, his face, the bright forest like the forest fire was chasing her.. He stabbed a moment when he met Russian eyes. He smiled and grinned. He suddenly accelerated. Russia frantically, turning his head. The danger smell was surrounding her. The shadow of the old si tree leaves the leaves all over the pile, the weeds um like a guy with him. Russian's eyes suddenly caught, and two drops of water fell into salty mouths. Hung promised to protect her for her throughout the life of this spikes. Will love her wholeheartedly. Hung also threatened, never for another man to touch her wrist. I love Russia, Cham Cham makes girls jealous. Every time he went to the dorm to visit Russia, it always passed the vegetable backpack, food for the whole room. He also handled the jars for Russia. He or Nga Pass went to the book to buy her the books she liked. Russian mother was small after Hung asked permission to go to the house to learn Russia: "Mr. Hung mature, the Hoang Hoang, known to take care of the work from the baby, the parents are very authors." H . Dịch vụ:
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