a wealthy local family

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Every time I see a grand wedding, the wife will always have mixed feelings: in this life, I have not tried to do the bride's taste. Yes, like a decade ago, their unsatisfactory in every respect, in the cause of repeated failures, when the debt owed to a butt, and now his wife is still duty-bound to become my woman. Day, no wedding, no luxury of the feast, but asked the two friends, separated by hundreds of miles away from his wife took it home to her, put a string of firecrackers, hastily eat a meal, even if the completion of the entire wedding ceremony.
remember and his wife met when I was working her home there, perhaps something very strange feeling, being in that one, the love between two people quietly rooting for, but is destined to experience such a love suffering and the baptism of running in that tumble journey of love, the same emotion in the last four years met walking together.

know when his wife in 1998, when I'm at work, the wage is 1,000 yuan bar, lavish spending, no savings at all, but I boasted in front of her, a certain give her a warm home, a permanent dependency of happiness. She had a smile, you will like the way how to marry me. I remember, he beat his chest, swore to her that a grand wedding should come to the witness of our love. Only later,beats by dr dre, before witnessed in the most difficult times, we are stationed in the hearts of the truth that an indemnity for a long time, and in material terms, but has never had to consider. Really, now, I always feel guilty of his wife, another woman became the bride of the moment, proud smile on his face and then bloom into happiness Xiangche feast, I have never filled in the form of her. After all, every woman married, it is that time is their own day, but his wife is concerned, I have been ruthlessly taken away.

When we met after six months, his wife's parents heard the news, the combination of our attitude to hold an object, they do not trust one with his beloved daughter to a hundred miles outside of marrying me Moreover I am unfettered belong to the youth in the community, not to mention they know nothing of my life experience, then there is not enough to prove the material conditions of their daughter can live a happy life, naturally wife's figure in my line of sight disappeared. However, the wife always hundreds of miles away from my home, secretly called me and told me to contact the way, this way, love is in the state engaged in covert.

Maybe bad weather, I left the work place, much to the well-being of the city of Shaanxi to work, and then interrupted for a long time to contact his girlfriend and later learned that her parents gave her an introduction object, a wealthy local family, but she always ignore each other, or is refused and gone, her parents also fail to beat her, only a stalemate with the man still went to her home, she is far away until the other left to go home to. At that time, and believe that our Jiaqing will be defeated by the reality of life will always be a blind date in a farewell match in love once. Then girlfriend,polo femme, to give me confidence on the encouragement, far behind, alone came to well-being, she was waiting for the bus interchange on the way to go through, but love her no turning back. A short period of three days, I told myself,chemise de polo, must Fengfengguangguang to marry her. But her parents meet with me after that, the only thing we have cut off contact, and then call the phone people are always the mother now adults, from her tone of extremely good, I feel I in the, is the biggest threat to her daughter.

Maybe love this thing, always very strange, she had an unwritten law, not all love is based on material basis, and again after six months, then girlfriend, and she chose not to care about I have nothing, if there is a long-term dependency in the future happiness of life, she would take apart a few miles away called me and told me that she had insisted. Later,Polo Ralph Lauren, his girlfriend received a phone called me to her home to her parents to tell the truth, take I picked up from her house. I did not hesitate, then rushing over from the Shaanxi Province, Zhuji this place to get out, one o'clock in the morning, catch a ride to her home at that location, three in the morning. In that mountain, I just talked about the location in accordance with his girlfriend called the taxi stopped at the Hill waiting the arrival of dawn, the dawn after asking his girlfriend along several villages where the village one by one, finally met his girlfriend after an absence of nearly half a year, standing face to face But all is not as we imagine it, can Wanshou forward. So, I sadly and go. His girlfriend's parents in order to completely break everything between us, took her to a distant uncle a few miles away,dre beats, Mudanjiang. But the distance is not the killer of love, we are always with Flanagan telephone line, for our love to tell all the reasons for survival. Yiwu

returned home, it is summer time, I believe, although the hot summer of that year's fire, but the spark of love bloom at that moment was perfect, his wife told me to go to the Mudanjiang to meet her, she must follow me. I sat for nearly 40 hours by train, change trains in Yiwu to Shanghai to Shenyang, Shenyang to Harbin reversing, and then from Harbin to Mudanjiang, finally came to his wife are now located. Calls, and did not see the arrival of his wife, because she's younger brother sitting on a bench holding the door, bent not let her out to me, that is to be responsible for her parents. Six hours of waiting, frustration and helplessness, and only in 40-hour return journey to pay homage to our love. I always believe that everything between us has been terminated, the termination of our future, and our love are terminated, it will only future life course of a memory. But love, you can not because of time, distance,beats by dre, age, wealth exists. I am holding in this hopeless love, my girlfriend a month after I come back in my eyes.

no car, no house, no ring, no wedding, complete with his girlfriend I need everyone's life through the process, the end of love, home watch. She took the door in the day, I do not have any material things can be proud of, only the roar of a string of firecrackers that witnessed the end of our emotions as love, ########## marriage then why not. With his wife's words, now have, does not mean the future; do not have to, does not mean there is no future. ########## marriage bar, really fell in love with love all those who adhere to, as long as you believe your spouse, can give you happiness, loyalty can give your marriage.


一锅粥的生死爱情故事



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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.