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The most romantic thing

<td class=\In struggling to breathe with each breath are so heavy, no moon, no lullabies, there are only endless darkness, endless fear. Four Zhou Taijing too quiet, quiet terrible. I opened my eyes, watching her sister seems to have been sleeping, entrance to the village of barking dogs ripped the silence of the night, I threw a Jiling, one got into bed and closed eyes, the night was deep, I was wide awake.
\\into small glass bottles, let me breathe squeeze around each collision sound is against my heart, feeling of not being those things fall to the ground, but fell on my heart. How many times, parents seem to have an appointment only in the middle of the night arguing, and a fierce quarrel level attained. Every family has been in the cupboard, I doubt that parents love is not in the passage of time in the tide away by time, they had no rose, no diamond ring, no candlelight dinner, after all, did not escape the love Slipper However, the erosion of the years it?
next room brawl in the growing,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and I tuck with a corner, afraid to listen to these familiar and yet so strange voice, but pit the tears fall down, do not know when to wake up for my sister constantly wiping away tears, but was biting his lips, just let the tears in the eyes of Da Zhezhuan.
\I looked at still sobbing, into the arms of our hug, whispered remembered: sin, ah, sin. Patted our backs, comfort: all right, all right. Congcong Wang on the second floor and then walked my sister and I stay in place. In addition to crying, I do not know what to do, even though I know the tears can not simply fill the cracks between the parents.
time of one second seconds walking difficult, arguing that harsh slowly corpuscles, the uncle and grandmother to my sister and I settled down well, then turn out the lights, and sighed softly said: sin ah. Gently close the door and into the next room. My sister and I lying in bed, watched with open ceiling.
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sister Yi Zheng, light, said: \leaned over, holding my sister, no question. Sister, sighed deeply, and leaned over, hugged me.
next day, his father went to work as usual, my sister and I go to school as usual, as if yesterday's all just a nightmare, but my sister and I became a student spontaneously dark circles jokes.
walk on the way home, stepped on the foot of snow was \has been destroyed to crumbling. Home, the kitchen has never been to the father in the busy kitchen, watching the father juggle, what to ask, but has not asked exports.
\; I set her lips, looked down, nono, asked: \said to me: \As in the past and the father of the Cold War. \\chilling is that he let his mother is sad, so heartbreaking, or his mother, the father destroyed the family's warmth. I reached out for his mother tried to tear carefully. Mother smiled and said reluctantly: \
\\This one, I have some choking continued: \
\understand that the mother can not matter. \to the room and told us to eat, they turned downstairs. But the mother did not get up,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but told me to first come down to dinner, not hungry. container of rice
father downstairs, \Also carrying an empty plate, the mother of favorite dishes of each kind of small part of the folder into the dish, chicken in the folder, my father seems like an Taobao who, eyes tight waiting for the bowl to pick meat chicken thigh out, almost all turned a bowl over, until the plate has been stacked too full, put down the chopsticks. After done all this, the small plates and bowls into woven basket, \\Father took the little basket and took the dish is served, with chopsticks chicken skin on the chicken torn aside. I understand that over eating chicken before every mother and we are do not eat chicken skin, and this task is resolved by the father, so my father always joke that he is the family of \treatment, but they were always very happy doing the \The father looked awkward doing very fine for him to live, just hate his father had disappeared.
mother carrying a small basket to the room, the mother is still asleep, so I put the little basket on the desk in the small window, out of the sky is already black, and her sister should be also on the self-study it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the night really grow here in winter. \coat it, thicker. \Denied the mother is indeed a wife and mother. I remember my father's stomach, relatively cold, mother, father to ask around for what food to eat, then change the pattern to do to his father to eat, the stomach is to support, the mother is raising more than a decade. Love is precipitation in the years to come, the time mercilessly years old prints remain in the mother's face.
remember now the envy of other people's children as a mother woven sweater, I was spoiled for me to be the mother organization, that are cold in the winter than in previous years, but for my mother to In the New Year, woven sweaters to wear to her, kept a hurry to work, new years, I have a sister and mother had knitted sweater, his mother never had a frostbite of the hands, in the year, but soaring, fingers radish with so swollen, I really hate his own vanity,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], for fear we will blame the mother has explained, not because of knitting, but the weather is really cold. The real reason, my sister and I will know.
went downstairs, my father asked: \
\of the glass resting on the table, bowed his head, a long time, and raised his glass, a Yang Bo, drained. Himself, saying: \then one of the smoking, I do not know how long it sat, I went to my father, patted his father's shoulder, his father Congchensizhong pull back. \\\\home, take care of me and my sister.
this day, the snow have inundated it really beautiful, held out his hand to catch the lovely snow, and could feel a burst of cool palms,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I smile and laugh forward. mother put my hand back, cover the hot water bottle on the blame, saying: \\. do not give the mother a rose, not let the fireworks together, not together quietly watch the beautiful snow, never seen a romantic movie, these are the things we see as a romantic, they really do not love experienced, but they are now going through most romantic thing your hand, old age together. Love is a silent, but permeates ordinary life in every.
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