I've always guessed that Myeongjoon has never looked down on our rules, he has always been happy in his own world, but sometimes he throws a few words at us, and no one cares about anything, but I sometimes wonder where he is, whether it is dark or sunny, sometimes he does things that seem strange and even unforgivable to us, but those are normal in his world, like a glass of milk in the morning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"You just don't want to understand, Mingjun and I have gone to college, I know a lot, I'll teach you, you just need to accept a little bit, you can give me a slap in the face next time such a family discussion, you can praise Zixin's beautiful clothes, and you can also criticize Shu Zhongzhi's preaching."

I held his head to comfort him, but he remained as silent as ever, looking away.

"Hello, how nice."

At night, I had a dream, Mingjun was wearing a beautiful gentleman's suit, his body was slender, the sun was smiling, the light of the leather shoes was brighter than the light, some people wore gentleman's clothes like a penguin with a throat being snagged, but Mingjun was not, I don't know where he stuffed all the fat meat, this gentleman's suit is so fit, two blocks away from our house, there is a tailor shop, the owner's craftsmanship is very good, he wears a pair of round glasses as thick as the bottom of an inkwell, he is not tall, his feet are a little lame, He had a brown leather bag, which looked like it was pure leather, and it was a bit worn, and there was a stack of yellow brown paper with clothes drawn on it, as well as a pair of scissors, a ruler, and a bunch of keys.

Mingjun's gentleman's clothes must have been made by him, I saw Mingjun standing in front of him, he used his scissors, cut off Mingjun's fat piece by piece, and then stuffed it into his leather bag, the two of them talked and laughed and designed Mingjun's new body, Mingjun stood in front of the mirror and looked at the new body and new clothes, and seemed to be very satisfied.

He smiled and looked back at me and said; "I'm going to play the piano for you."

Myeongjun, I've never seen you today.

You sit in the middle of the deck playing the piano, a tune I haven't heard, sad beyond words, the tone that flows at my feet, merges into a river that staggers me from side to side, I can't hear any other sound, the waves behind you roar like demons, but you weave them into your tune.

"Does it sound good? Shu Zhong. ”

I said, "Sounds good! ”

You laugh very satisfied, play the piano and fly, leave the boat and fly to the sea, you rise and fall with the light, the light does not know the world, you can't see your way, you rise and fall with the notes, the notes don't know how to be flexible, I can't hear you, you rise and fall with the waves, but the waves don't understand the warmth and coldness of the world, so you disappear into the darkness.

I'm sorry, Myeongjoon! I don't even have the courage to keep you.

I'd rather you stay in my best memory, I'd rather you always be playing the piano at sea on a night like this, as bright as a legend, I'm afraid that you will say a word, even if it is a sentence that you are still the same, I am afraid that your gentleman's suit will suddenly hold up and become bloated, and I can't accept such a gap, so, you go! Leave the most beautiful you, and leave the footsteps that I didn't pay attention to just now.

When I woke up early in the morning, I looked out the window in a daze.

For people, only the sea breeze in March comes, it is the beginning of the year, the first boat of fish after the sea ice melts is the best, everyone knows, the old man also says, the adults also say, the children also say, I think so too.

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