That breaks down and a broken cable in the wind. Bottom, strong pressure in the cabin has been deformed under. Orange's envelope seriously distorted, mixed with warm blood and soul with ease, warmth.
16 years, blood Jin always forget this dream, when she closed her eyes and saw the whole valley is a miserable film. 5-year-old memory of the former,Discount UGG boots, in addition to cable car fall no further. She even can not remember why the cable car at the meeting, but remember that it was the first time with her parents to travel,Discount UGG boots, but had not imagined the last time; only remembers his father playing suppressing tearful voice calls in over and over again, only to see the mother, normally a sentimental eyes filled with tears, the moment in the hit cable car window across the touch of despair. That despair is very short. When looking back on her, her mother's eyes see a sufficiently large enough to endless red azaleas open, surrounded by her little by little, bit by bit to devour her, she exposure tipped stamens. It took a great, very red, but as soon as the cable car landing muffled wither the ... ... the edge of a cliff covered with blood, like red azaleas, seems to be a state banquet at the fireworks and also as her young life lost The blood and tears shed.
This may be the miracle of life, perhaps God spared the life of this young, probably scared off her loud cries of death, perhaps she had suffered for the determination to shake the world. High Fall, and did not die, just scratches. Tis very very red azaleas to protect this young life.
blood Jin is how the rescue workers found, but also how to find the city that was born grandmother, she did not know. After the thing for her to rely on a yellowed newspaper to recall. She does not understand why her grandmother was spoiled not to pick her up, but should she threw the lamp in Buddha's grandmother for many years. She did not know that that trip was dedicated to her father and mother,UGG boots cheap, the last a gift, if the cable car does not fall to complete the trip will be to keep up with the father's aunt just walk away like an angel. Perhaps God to punish the wife of a man leaving, but missed to catch a lot of lives. She is like the glass slipper Andersen pen Nazhi forgotten, fortunately survived. Very good care of her grandmother, but always allow her to touch the small box carved mahogany. Now, she too lazy to ask for that little box, she has lost that curiosity and innocence. In her view, the box is locked, but the memories of some grandma young Bale.
Jin Su Yan is a die-hard loyalists of blood, although the two junior high school only met, but the intimacy as much as brought up together, childhood Yo. He was also the only one to know the secret of blood Jin peers.
Why should that love to hide? Su Yan
bent, will the blood Jin into her arms.
18-year-old birthday, the sun has faded the side of the face. Blood Jin did not want to go home, we can say that she no home, the so-called stroll.
moon and the stars do not know when that half of the face instead of the sun, has been late. Blood Jin admitted to wandering footsteps turn directions, go to the set of affordable housing.
just stand firm at the door, I heard cries coming inside, and a male voice, seems to be Su-yan. Door was ajar, and blood went into Jin is grandma is grandma crying.
tell the truth, until the moment before the door is still Guaiyuan blood Jin grandmother, blame her in spite of myself. But now look at grandma's crying facies, a sixty old people like children granddaughter request for forgiveness, there is no reason why she would not?
in the more ethereal.
this birthday to never forget the blood Jin, Su-Yan with her grandmother, looking a little bit digital candle burning,cheap UGG boots, Chun Chijian filled with sweet cream, nasal cavity in the bubbles of carbon dioxide emitted one by one.
sub-rhyme atmosphere.
you? no one thought later ... ...
blood Jin took the small box, she carefully observed the first time it does. Dark red mahogany with a carved cuckoo graph, that the blood drip down, the bottom red azaleas. Jin gently open the box of blood, velvet fabric as lying on a blood red jade and a letter, I can see it did not move over very long, and not enough to explain the dust launched into all this. Blood Jin open the letter, is my mother's handwriting.
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