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The blue-handed private dish -- ice cream tears, glasses lying. On the couch, staring at the ceiling, without the joy of victory, without the sense of subjugation of kuai, but with a faint twilight and bewildering. It's a strange feeling to confuse glasses. The glasses were a very strong boy, whose financial constraints made him particularly sensitive, and he feared the feeling of being despised and, beyond the money, he tried first. So he spends his time on learning and reading, greatly enriching his insights and knowledge. He is familiar with the origin, taste, best drinking temperature, most suitable drinker, etc., although he has never tasted it; he is familiar with the representation, taste, characteristics, cooking skills, etc., of the dishes, although he has never eaten them; he is familiar with the levels, breath, quality, etc. of the inks, although he has never studied them... He's strong, he needs it, he needs it, he needs it, he needs it, he needs it, he needs it, he needs it. For economic reasons, eyeglasses keep themselves in a world where there is no pay, no expenditure and, of course, no pressure. We usually say that love is pure, that money is connected, that it stinks of copper, that it loses its original purity, that is why there is plenty of love. But love is a luxury for a boy whose economy is extremely difficult... The glasses never paid so much attention to a girl before they met. Most of the girls are in the eyes of a beautiful girl, such as the black policeman who shakes in the morning wind and displays the demons that are born. A smile, a chord. But there is a lack of real beauty in the bones. Scratch, selection of fashion is much more interesting than learning, a seductive skin, an empty soul. It is sad and sad to be old, to be left in the dust, to be left in the dust, like a vase that has been admired today. It's definitely the example of a beautiful girl, the beauty of her bones... the eyeglasses tossing her head, trying to get that depraved face out of her head, and then the stomach started protesting, shit, lunchtime again. Every time he eats, it's an ordeal for his glasses, he always chooses to go to dinner when the cafeteria closes, because it avoids the temptation of his classmates to have a fragrance of food, because at this point there is a choice of food at a discount ... His eyes go into the canteen, and today he does not simply buy two buns to eat, as usual, but rather he sets up a piece of cuisine — fresh ground. Because, having won the championship, the eyes decided to take the "luxurious" one, while the potato and eggplants, which are rich in oil fat and delicious and hungry, were absolutely the first choice... to eliminate the last rice in the bowl, and the glasses satisfied out of the canteen. Instead of going to the library as usual, he went to the back of the school. This season, when the daisies were blooming, without regret, with a vibrancy, like that wise girl, perhaps I should send her a bunch of daisies to express my condolences ... I collected the satisfactory flowers and took the A4 paper out of the bag. Print paper, $25,500, absolutely cheap, more than any notebook, huh. Carefully wrapped in flowers, accompanied by handpicks, eyeglasses headed to the hospital, and he didn't notice that he was moving towards a future that he once thought was a luxury... to live in a single ward at the top, luxury of the rich, eyeglasses tossing his mouth. The door was covered, the glasses looked in through the cracks, the thought leaned on the bed to read the book, "Move the Conbridge," the glasses laughed, the beautiful little woman. There are also two young people in the house, the Minister of Leisure and the Minister of Sports of the Department, a Korean-style suit, bright shoes, and a tight hair. A brand-named sports uniform, a treasured Jordan air mat, a spirited inch. And two faces, and two loud mouths. In the occasional reply, the eyes never leave the books, but never make people feel rude, and perhaps that's the charm of the goddess... the flowers of the room, the beauty of the room. The hand of the glasses ready to knock on the door was stuck in the air, looking down at their daisies, trying to connect them to elegance, but more intuitively the perception was that it was very cold. Looking at his old clothes and sneakers, his glasses smiled and turned towards the elevator. The elevator door was opened, the glasses went in, the glasses went back and went straight to the nurse's station: “Hello, I'm here to visit the 1201, and now there's a guest in her room, and I can't come in, so would you please give her the flowers? May she recover soon, thank you." When the glasses smiled, turned away, the people came here were rich and proud, few of them had such polite guests, the glasses were politely received by the little nurse, and the little nurse looked at the far-off side of the glasses for a long time... and when two handsome boys walked out of the room, the little nurse gave the flowers to the thought, the thought looked at the special flower, and thought about it... after the afternoon sun, the comfort of the temperature, the eyes were all lost, two worlds, two lives, how he could not have thought of, a daisy, a debate that allowed him to break into her world and to start a love that had no meaning of the snow and snow..。