The Boy Who Loves to Wear Shirts

Grew up in the heart of things, responsibility, yesterday with colleagues to have a drink, had a very good mood, drinking alcohol and he started to cry, sitting in the car watching along the street lights and neon I know this is a glamorous city, listening to the cries of his trained, trained, my eyes moist, raw easy living is easy, life is not easy, and I'm a very sensitive person, see another bad I will think of their own, in fact, which is asking for trouble, but could not stop yourself to think too much, when the cool earth wind blew my cheek and hair, I suddenly remembered a boy, that thin black boy, boys like white clothes.

I remember my tears when he would pass me a tissue from behind, Pippi said "Smelly do not cry"

I remember the other girls he would buy it for his snacks secretly showed me said "Stinky the two of us a piece to eat"

I remember when others bully me, he will be fierce and the girl {my rational when}

I remember when I cry, he will do very Funny action funny to me Poti laughing until

I remember when my poor money he would lend me money when I pay back the money, he would say: Smelly we two who and who not to the

I remember after I changed the position, he would say; Smelly Huijia look ah!

Remember in my pique the time to sit in the last row Collage, stubborn looked out the window, he would say, "Smelly to give you change the location, you take this side will be a little better.

I remember he sometimes sit behind me for the location

I remember that he will learn to walk, then I'm walking posture studies ancient odalisque greeting posture. Then said to me: Smelly do not like this, does not look good

I remember under several of our self-study with sneak home on the road, crazy slapstick teacher saw the fear and embarrassment

Remember that because the other students and I play good, he would tell others: small white face, and then I will be angry stare

I remember other girls are always in front of me about his past caught up so and so, and he likes how so and so, and I just gently smile or pretend not hear

I remember when I fiercely painted graffiti, he would say: Smelly mood is not okay?

Memory of the smiling faces clearly show in my mind, when lonely retrospect, the warm heart, and nothing to love, everyone has a moment to think of the people, perhaps love, perhaps unrelated Love, some words do not say it, but turned and became a stranger, I have been thinking about a problem familiar then do not say, if the people do not know is met, met, along with this process will certainly be some episode, when the vignette is not perfect episode when we became strangers no longer, then do not say, is no longer a good laugh without scruples, and even each other to escape. I also know that one of the complex, but since the encounter, if not co-write a perfect episode, but we really than strangers more intimate, if the encounter is a stranger, do not say no to nothing to say, familiar to strange, wonderful memories, it might as well not meet, maybe I can not understand the kind. Maybe I'm not enough mature and elegant sensible it! Why become a stranger, if you knew would rather ... will not be so strong and stubborn.

Reminds me of you, like a cup of the hot winter pearl milk tea, warm smile to see you, we will be blissful silence, I've been in a long time did not depend on the position of the back row, may fear of being ignored it! Rain Some people say that the rain is the tears of angels, some people say the rain is the soul of the snow, I have been the age of the fantasy, I do not have a good imagination, I can only tell what the weather will be very bad mood, inexplicable sadness, wanted a person to stay in a dark room would like some of the past and the future, I will think of something many people in the past, I also know that the vision to look forward, I can not see the future, I can only those things that those who met in the road as well as on the road when I come to look back, like a ad said, "the road of life, do not care about the destination, care about the scenery along the way, and look at the scenery" tomorrow National Day, in my life flies regardless of knowledge or not I wish you a happy, healthy, I think I should go out and take a turn, used to be like a big city bustling and lively, now began to like the remote and mysterious places, such as Egypt, such as Lhasa, such as Mongolia, to the prairie gallop I think it should be a very happy and free thing, to see that the magic Boudara, went to see the most beautiful Gesang, if time and money Allow me to think I would mind to travel on her own luggage.