Le 20 juillet 2015, 04:53 dans Humeurs • 0
I and several other friends with each other to make the winks, hurry over dinner. We recommend playing mahjong laps, adjust atmosphere.
Hold the cards, we found a large amount of alcohol, the owner of the weekdays, already drunk. Stack of cards askew, playing cards or even a miss this and that, well, down beat. His eyes without previous full color words, also lost off gas. Wandering look like continents and oceans, also seems to be the landscape of Guilin, the son of the phantom as earn off-line kite, make him helpless.
He also wants his topic soon, and return to his son. He smoked a cigarette after another, and it also made us take a cigarette. Every lose a game, and give us a quick command of his wife. His nature is a doesn't love of money, this is to be careless with. Eight laps down, several will flow out Zhang damao. His face was exposed as festivity, son back side.
Everyone said it was late in the evening, I have to work tomorrow, want to retire. He still looks and unable to part from. I know, he wants us to accompany him for a moment, my heart indescribable loneliness that sent. Fortunately, his wife all the time to accompany him, tea, water side, it happened that he is a great man's doctrine of the severest.
We really can't stay, get up and go. He grabbed his wife's hand, has been to send us out the door, told us to be careful on the road, there is time to get together.
The dark night, we can't see his face, can't see his eyes. Whether there are tears fall, I do not know, really do not know......