That I will never have seen the scene, the camera does not hate only we did not shoot down, so I tried to remember in the head, hard in your head goes along with my deep Sufi fall of face.

How would like to go on like this forever. Although I do not understand love, but I just hope he will be in my side, let me then alone.

Yes, I am lonely, rebellious period, I had to come to intensified wayward temper, like with others against, like fancy dress unconventional, that it be called personality, be called a good secondary school students in the new century. So I was a good student who look down, look down from my mother, the teacher looked down, I only followed the Sufi feel behind it is the most precious princess.

Sufi, you warm me confused, rebellious 13-year-old. 

The relationship between me and be completely WHEAT finished. She is busy with her, she wanted to keep the glory of her first year, I am busy I am, I talked to moisture should not talk about love, but also hiding the same as living life with the wanted man. Long time no talk to her good heart, talk about what a beautiful boy, or some small school gossip, she did not come home with me, the first out of the classroom after school, so I come home that late swing She also exercises that do this exercise, I often see a locked diary, and she do the job just to paint the picture above to books, sometimes in a daze, and then carefully locked up.

I was bothered to see, and besides I did not mind that no effort to peep it. 

I found that I suddenly was kicked out sister's world, she was about 13 years old I closed the last time the sisters had unimpeded access, so even once then do not say no, it does not seem to go backwards. My secret is well known, but her, she quietly locked up.

Chapter 14

Fleeting was abruptly engraved mark. The winter of 1999, has given me endless love and had tolerated Sufism, suddenly disappeared.

I do not know why, hey am still on the course, at noon his father to the times invincible schools, politely met the class teacher, met the principal, listen to his classmates that his father is picked up the head of the handlebars driving, it is said to corrupt one. This was nothing serious, called Sufi is normal thing to go, but the afternoon, the Sufi does not come back, I kept looking back to see his seat empty, the whole feeling of the heart is emptied. After class one has given me no foam soy milk, and no one is willing to talk to me, this time I suddenly found my world in addition to Sufi, really no others.

Quite down.

South Korea also saw her sister BARLEY, around the perimeter of a lot of people asking her to ask her this, she explained to them smiling, pen, and sometimes resting his chin in his hand and smiled softly.

One moment, I really missed the envy of her mind. So many people look up to her, respect her, but in learning to accept her help, and she never tires of acceptance of these complicated things, not just for themselves. As for me, could not understand this, could not understand that, in addition to Sufi take me like a treasure, who would bring to South Korea Xiaxia to thumbs up it?