Singing rock _4677

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Stone sing
 
 
  know the day the stone is precisely the Children's Day.
  seems he dialed the wrong phone, had to dial an outside line, the result appropriated to the switchboard. Look shows that 516 houses, television stations long rooms, should be a new here, or do not know how to dial an outside line. Told he should dial 0, then you can directly dial an outside line, and he kind authentic thank you, I was preparing to hang up when the mouth with the sound, he said: Happy Holidays! He was a little surprised a moment in the end of the line: What holiday? This feet and I had been played out, and he smiled: little girl, that is your holiday, ah, I'm happy what?
  total room at first like a simple addition to the phone ring, no other noise interference, a long time, it is found to be monotonous, in addition to the phone switch to phone, no nothing else, boring tight. Sometimes, people really want to have accompanied the said session.
  phone rang again, or 516, or the sound a bit strange, long-term stay in room 516 that a few people, though not familiar with the people, the sound is quite familiar. So too sixty-one it! But in the end he is our guest, was manager know that we get serious with the customers is to Aixun, then, I smiled and unconcerned of the problem was virtually it. What is it? not as good as I write it! actually a promise: Sure. Crawl under the bed out of old boxes that mouth and started turning the West pick. That is our night shift bed rest because I am the only one of three people in the field, but also a girl would, however, most of the time the night is my value. I am also very happy for the night shift, but nothing is 0:00 the phone can rest during the day, but also of town, although most of the time Well do not do, lying on the dorm daze chat up late. So they usually do not give up many still out of the tasteless, such as certain books, and some painted graffiti was written when bored, all I have been put into the mouth of breaking this into a little box under the bed. These are definitely not let my colleagues know, or they'll laugh acid, can there be talk about cosmetics, fashion gossip pull it more comfortable and happy. I have only very occasionally, when very occasionally, I think of something, open the box, separated by a thin layer of dust, and their silence on the TV for a while, and then continue gathering dust. It may be a psychological illusion, I felt looking over an interval of time, no matter what is on the bottom, are off the dust.
  seems to read the first few months I do not know what to write poems in which it, he applauded the end of the line stop. I do not like to recall the specific date, seems to be relating to some of the fear of provoking pain. Looking back now, it is a bit to write poetry that worry the taste. The real pain is indescribable, so you can say when the pain is either not deep enough, either, has started a scar. Of course, he can not find my voice to those faint pain, he only said my voice sounds good, a little fed from the magnetic properties, such a voice, just right for some sad poems read. I love poems that was it? Who wrote it? I do not know.
  told him I work fast, because the succession of people have come to the door, and knock on the door has been sounded. who sing to find me. do not people say, is not their own will feel a little nervous it? Want to tell him I poured tomorrow night, and thought, finally did not say. Tell him to do? But we all happen to people who did not speak very boring, but also happens to be a common interest to be a bit to when had a wonderful time it is also expected to continue this not a good stretch?
  next day before going to work a little apprehension Pro: yesterday that he would hurry to the switchboard when call it? Do not be on duty this time yesterday asked who, otherwise, let them know that I am chatting with the guests to work, I do not know what they will say that I do.
  succession, I asked Liu sister: What to explain it? May, in the past we never asked what shift, if the message outside guests or visitors need to wake up service, will be directly written on the transfer of this, and that they look directly at it wants to, not so many words. Today, I am indeed a bit strange, it seems his heart is no Tibetan mind, the only misses have a guilty conscience, not to mention those thieves of it?
  Liu sister left, I just sat down for the shoes, the phone rang. Specifically looked under the display, 516. Heart feel pleased: It was him? Sure enough, I only fed a cry, that is no longer the voice of strangers hastily explained: trouble to ask something, I yesterday, this time please help me check a telephone switchboard ... ... Oh, that lie scattered, and not smooth calm, how to listen to a little guilty, and asked something Well, you need to explain so hastily? Switchboard service for the guests has always been the only thing. down, smiled and said: You, girl, you just feed a cry I feel a bit like you, and not sure, would like to confirm this time yesterday brought, what phone you check out a few, ah, this movie, that got it wrong person in it. Oh I laughed right again. Some pleasure, they quietly dispersed in this little room off. Sometimes happiness is a very simple matter,You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, right? One needed to hear to hear that does not matter, even if only Oh giggle, but also happy.
  years before thinking about that night, still have too much sweet, too much weird. Because it is weekend, fewer guests, phone is relatively small, we can talk about holding the phone cynical. To hear him sing, one after another first, read his text, one and one. He said, should not because of too much like painting, not the wrong profession, he actually can sing better development of the above. As a habit of painting, because the big people generous praise, he has been to think that they really are savages, as in the painting. In fact, many can not decide things like what some talent, once exhausted, no matter how hard you have not find the feeling. And some things are born, no matter how casual you, it is never betray you. Tell me his story about how he traveled in search of a girl's night club in Hainan, the boss sing those leng leng, the enthusiasm of those who sing to the guests crazy. That is not the best for me. so many songs, like I said so many things, about the past, about now.
  know he has a girlfriend now, the city, very beautiful, very accommodating him, is touched by her enthusiasm for the initiative he finally accepted her. His spare time tending a small restaurant, at home, she prettily to him, went to the restaurant to help wash the dishes, Zecai, as with the small crew. They started well, but then, fewer and fewer words between them, she only like to dress up, like parties, like in a variety of occasions publicize their beauty. Although now a favorite era of individuality, a man's heart of hearts, would prefer the traditional point of it.
  He also said of his parents, a pair of opera actor back down, by the way, also gave me a few sonorous hum. Do not understand how a stranger would be with so many things, like, what would tell you, I want you to know him, understand him, overnight, from the familiar to become familiar with the intersection for years.
  I talk to, he said, only text, but just have to like it. Now like? I do not know, do not bother to understand. Perhaps that night, I only like to listen to someone sing to me, someone to talk to me, someone to accompany me to spend a night less lonely.
  unconsciously, the day has dawned for the health to do a shift change. He is still enough, I hastily gave that morning. Another day begins.
  It feels like time is more, because they do not know what to do. Trance mind all day, I do not know whether the reason for a sleepless night.
  of a work, he also received a phone call, I do not know why, some Xinqie, though like to listen to his voice, and hearing him sing to me like nagging he seems a bit hesitant, and I, Without his long narrative habits.
  anything to tell you, though you would not say anything. I can not guarantee the outcome, but I am sure is true. his ambiguous heart sinking, but also so quiet at night aimlessly wandering through the corridors of the cool light. If I held out my hand to seize that sound?
  When did you start, the vision of the life and death, longing for a romantic girl lingering, slowly, slowly, piled up a habit of smiling, quiet close, and I do not know when it has opened the door. Tuberose, Tuberose, a few people will stop listening in the quiet night, the smell of you? I do not know that for no reason and sometimes sadly the days of inexplicable joy really love to have, apart from some vague text, except for some sentimental verse, nothing seems to have left traces not before. The heart of the helpless, what could give it a reason to be tied? Could barely always find a reason to convince myself, even if only a straw, the air than a feeling it grip.
  do not want to talk about love, if it is just a tree poppy, and far from the far shore, in my beautiful, irrelevant results, because the process is the toxicity of the slow process of addiction.
  sitting Hongshan Square, watching people coming and going to see a picture under the neon lights or happiness or indifference in the face, he said, I feel like a lost child. I was lost? Perhaps, I was no clear purpose. No purpose, how can a firm in the eyes to see it?
  Can not say anything, because I do not know. They say I am so petite tall, just right for the broad lap of the man looking for warmth, but I, accustomed to hold his arms, although it is very small, not too warm, but at least there is no fear of sudden loss of the upset.
  Otherwise, those thin thick mind, how to escape from the heart, like the smoke dispersion in the eyes, and with each other in the air?
  stone, never been face to face call your name, today, suddenly wanted to call you soon so kindly, though I walk the way you just pass a stone, your happiness, there should be another The affinity for people you pick up. As the painting you like, as your natural voice, a lot of things, the need talent, you need to fate, only love and efforts are not enough.
  another year of dance-liter normally, your voice will be light for whom?