each thorn all bull's eye

These few words kept sing, as if will always sing along, CD seems to be broken, jumping disk, or simply possessed. Xiaoke twist looked out of the window is motionless, just like point acupuncture point, she was ordered by the hole, a few words of lyrics point acupuncture point, the in the mind like long a cactus, a thorn in a thorn to go toward outside take, cannot restrain, each thorn all bull's eye.

ChengLi suddenly holding xiaoke left hand, forcibly hold as if to the warm fingers through this a few pass past, that only small hand is too small, soft, affectionate but stubborn and indifference. He knew, as long as they started to speak, xiaoke will become a spring of birds, happy wit; But when they in the car silence, xiaoke will fall mo down, she is like a snowman sat around the sun will come, oneself more love her, heat the foot, she will disappear feeling is stronger, she will leave time more ayu approximation.

At 1am, ChengLi finally about the project back to the hotel, xiaoke one deep-rooted in bed, seemed to have fallen asleep. The bed is too big, she hid in several pillow inside, like a baby as calm, the head of a bed is a lamp that small night light, light warm yellow sprinkled upon her, as if in dreams.