Such a simple and quiet courtyard is a dream that can be realized.
I don't want to say those phone calls and messages made me old in an instant. That kind of sadness, like in my rural hometown, I suddenly saw the vicissitudes of life after a Jiazi. But I literally burst into tears when Frank roasted the meat.
He really spoke to her in the air, he really spoke to himself. This should be a warm house, but sadness is everywhere.
He proudly spoke of his children to everyone he could talk to, and only he knew how much he needed them. When the music played again, I felt lonely on the 19th floor.
In his eyes, children are always children. Maybe he can't remember what they looked like when they grew up, but the faces of children are timeless.
He insists that the unsolicited visit was a surprise to the children. I was sad to see it. I'm so far away from home, and I miss that feeling of family sitting at a table eating, although it's just gone.
The children are helpless and cute. "Dad, are you happy??"
Damn intermittent aphasia, I can't speak
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