Of the words: This statement is purely YY, do not pull the lever for the passing of any use, non-profit purposes, the only music ear.
The first quarter of it from where to start?
2000 in the winter, I in an apartment in Manhattan to settle down. At that time the girlfriend just broke up and the domestic, jobs to earn money. every day walking through the alley, went to five blocks away in a small office to work. winter winds gray high-rise running across the city, everybody put up coat collar high, I like where to buy in a Fujian Wang Xinjiang cut a cake to eat on the road. Fujianese sell cut cake is the cello in the country before the People call him Wang Qiming. He started from the early 90s set up a stall in Manhattan, neighbors said he sent a stall at the New York money, then city inspectors Department (NYPD) get him, he sent his wife to settle. consequence of wife open the eyes, vision, and become as open below, and the Director of Enforcement at the David run. So Wang Qiming ran up a stall in Manhattan.
his stall is a metal bucket, he used two 16-inch ASP beating drums. foreigners have thought he was playing tricks. regular customers walked over, he pulled out from beneath a metal bucket stuffed baked cake cut over: Come on, still warm. side of the money, while nervously looked around him. If it is Soon the students just want to cut 2 two early adopters, often under the knife is a couple of pounds of cut, pre-talk about a good price but also by the cents into dollars, in addition to Wang Qiming extended over a greasy big hand, there is a chop bone knife . chop bone knives carved top two lines: if you love someone, send him to the heavenly business, because it is paradise. If you hate a person, send him to the heavenly business, because it is hell.
my first time to be slaughtered Wang Qiming, actually shocked. until he was satisfied to pushing me, and said: You Japanese ah, I just woke up off romance. I told him I was chased.
For the first time the United States, I often buy in the cold wind cut cake Wang Qiming, the brain actually thinking about what side of the earth. side of the street and heavenly too different. quite a few roadside stall Hawker, rejection of what Al Gore, butterfly knives, hurry IT workers, a look of wary silly old bitch, but, always feel something is missing?
year as fragments of memory, as clearly seen where a grasping hand , but it does not catch.
recall young age I was afraid of those dreams.
in my own memory, the last few years in the country is a serious fault.
only in the bath time, look in the mirror the bloated body, I will think of, all the past no longer exist. heavenly harmony has been, and I thoroughly buried that part of youth. personal life and will of the country, the pace of the phase of history than, what it counted?
and not down like a man-made and continue eating roasted sweet potatoes mm cold winter in Manhattan.
far, through the falling snow, I heard a screaming: FREEZE!
and is gunfire.
my brain suddenly rigid.
too familiar. I get stopped cutting the hand of cake.
I turned my head, of the street side, a stocky middle-aged Chinese man, two American police chase, a police officer held up the pistol far.
middle-aged man hand gun first sounded.
crashed down an American police .
third 9mm gunfire sounded.
and is keen on the radio.
what I saw?
a black goose walking towards me and landed on my arms mm This is a bloody figure.
old 9mm92 a pistol.
a familiar face.
he was wearing gray uniforms had faded coat, a pair of worn shoes, the first three sections, with there is no cap badge with a large brimmed hat of gray, a layer of snow falling in the above.
and distance two policemen lying on the ground compared to more than his uniform with a red trim, wearing a wide- wide black leather belt, belt buckle shiny; fabric is heavenly products factory, which also had the name of several patches, a few oil stains, a pair of cut-resistant gloves, hands, chest, faint remnants of the four paint Chinese characters: an integrated law enforcement hh
he gasped, twitching muscles in the face of obesity, apparently nearly exhausted the last effort. the life of liquid along the left leg, his eyes beginning to dim. But his eyes.
shining, murderous.
me to keep him, his lips flaring thing called the tears flowing inside the eyes.
I shouted hoarse:
the roar of the pickup, my nose on the Shenzhe cold sweat, take a bird rubber truncheons, gun body all wet. riot helmet with a black captain turned to me: Huanglihuangzhang to wear the armbands, the captain looked at me and smiled. arrogance and hostility intertwined, and eyes sparkling.
But now, her eyes are gradually lost look
; I'm calling again, the sound flighty.
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