Y raw 0: 00/0: 00 South (Quang Ngai Newspaper) - Don't know what the certificate of birth certificate but in the life of people to call him the cowl. The acquaintances in the neighborhood or jokingly, the name "harmful", regardless of age, regardless of the hair on half of the half-pepper, when and where it is always called "Uncle Cuoi", listening very ... young central! Others teased, this father probably
... lie down (lies) here; Severely named "Cuoi"? Who said why she also smiled, the gentle smile was as dry as his uncle! The Uncle Cuoi house was in the bottom (the concave between the two sides)
One time it was the "central area", with the only way to inside. Road crossing the river, cross the stream and then into the neighborhood. The hamlet has a few dozen roofs. Later plans to change, "the central area" moves away to drag the neighbors. The road "toxicity" for a while is also neglected due to a new road. The old neighborhood is now inert every effort, adding an abandoned old school and a small temple is three. The school is used as a place to teach universal at night for difficult students who are difficult to get the day class. Universal teaching is me - New teacher - has been assigned to mountains ..
The first time I knew Uncle Cuoi was during the universal class opening. A man was dry, bones, his face to be suffering but was gentle and human. He gave the books of the Buddhist volunteer team to give a difficult area to study. Ask out, this is an annual activity of the local Buddhist community that Uncle Cong is a positive member! The house is close to the school so the unleash keeping the classroom key, which night has a new class over the light, open the door. Small students love you very much. Strange, loving but the spell, there is no face to face the chaos even for the universal schools without the lack of "generals", very bad! I later understood, I saw Uncle Hien but not weak. Evidence was once, the night I was taught, a young man in the village to drink ivory ivory ivory to tease. Calling Uncle Cuoi, he quietly led his hand "Party head" out little out something for a long time. After all, all pulls each other. I still haven't been worried yet. - Do you go back ... Let's go back anymore? - No, the teacher is peace of mind, the Teacher smiled. Still a dry smile. I sold semi-suspects, helling a few days. But he was true! The school of two abandoned classrooms looked at very carpet. Tiny, old mews, leaves of layers on tile roofs, thick layers outside the yard. But scary rather than wild scenes. Hearing her in the past, the school was crowded. But that's an old story; Now, watching the scenes of the baby room snuggle deep between the space of the trees in the world like ... the Mug! Honestly, the price does not have a cowl house always brighten the next side of this task for candy I don't dare to get! Night. I stood on this side listening to dried leaves and rustling, the sound of wind slid up on the high, but his eyes kept lomless through his uncle to be reassured that the lights still open the door. Rest assured because he always has a house, ready to support if the teacher meets "dangerous" ... nearly long, I often go to the play, talking to the early students are not present. Small unleashed house, simple type of new economic houses. - Why don't you follow the neighbors into the center? - I am old, I need to be quiet, I love it? With this place near the temple ... Ah, so on. I forgot the cuff is Buddha enthusiastically. Uncle Bao, no night is not "keeping security" for me, he got back to the temple ... once confided to the indigenous colleague, knowing it clearly about his uncle, he said, looking at him "giants "That, not just now! - What kind of house" giants "doors? I didn't believe it. You smiled, I said across. Exactly, must say his son is "giant", very rich! - Huh, do you have a son? So ... why do you live alone ?? - This teacher must ask him to lose. He also belongs to the type of "mutant", less played, relationship with anyone. But the son of a good teacher, opening a big company to do business on the street is true. Before he was still or in a charity, supporting poor students ... out. Yet talking to my uncle never touched it. People hope to have a good child to show off. On this ... I stabbed more curiously about my uncle, my dicky friend is increasingly loved. Near the uncle, I always have a safe feeling whether many people are "hunched" I am about the risks when making friends with a man ... no wife, still or meet, the story is deserted! Shelf, I believe in the intuition of women. The cowl is the believing man. With him, I like a small friend, a special friend that he has just respected as a teacher has just loved it like ... I. Once she said, I wanted to have a daughter like her ... mentioned it, my face suddenly spikes, losing a second. Just a second, because in the blink of an eye is normal, cute with an inherent smile! - My wife likes a son. At the end, the boy was born according to the wishes of her residue ... From when he got to know each other, this was the first time he was his privacy. I immediately "take advantage of the opportunity": So you ... where is it? - Death . Dịch vụ:
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