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in front of Zhang Niya suddenly more and more like you. The same expression so tough.
put a song finished. Zhang Niya I quietly sipped red wine, suddenly sounded music. Very naughty blues, then you most like to use this music to make me happy. Looked up I saw wearing a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans Mexican woman playing the piano in silence. Her expression and the genre is so inconsistent. But the dark shades of light, I see her picture. My heart began to accelerate again, for the first time in a mood to listen to Bruce almost anxiety. Suddenly felt his heart hurts,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], memories began to blur.

That fall, we stay in your home floor, next to the Chinese parasol tree. The weather was some cool, gently draw you get my palm. Way people looked at with an admiration that we may have lost my face, happy face. That day you told me smiling, ready to take you to your home study. Painting your face full of joy, but I see is your heart filled with grief. The original separation of just a decision.
next day, you disappear from my side. Family told me that you go back to school, your cell phone down, your downstairs plane trees are still growing.
you lost the first 17 days, you gave me a call, some choking back tears to tell me that you are well. From your tone of voice, I know you must be very bleak landscape over there. Because you left me, left to grow together with us that Kewutongshu.

night, I took to leave the bar early Zhang Niya. Back to my home, that night we crazy ****, I'm violent, Zhang Niya know what to do in with a frightened look at me, I saw her tears.
the next day without sunshine, the weather began to overcast. Zhang Niya do not know when to leave my house. I do not back your missed calls. Open the laptop, I received two for an interview. Suddenly found next to you to send my little Winnie the Pooh has been a bit obsolete.
noon I came to the bar, no lights, no music, coffee, dark tones of space weather gear, were the dead. An extra baggage of a man from his early test a low bar, the friendly face asked:
\the recruitment of musicians here do you? \you? \\School of Music. \Perhaps my guess is right, maybe this is just a coincidence.
\; \Before he told me to go, the bar is one of his dreams. The dream of a small very valuable, so long as his real friends know the music will provide a space for them to show up. When I shop out of the bar, I heard behind me the voice of the harmonica, the song seems to be Ray Charles, but blowing a little blue.

After you left, I took the A Diploma of Music has found a trade work. This community is sometimes very funny. We still maintain a habit, you call the morning wake me up with a ringing tone, and I'll call you back. The call begins a long time, slowly, we lose the language. Then you tell me, you know the community, I have no answer, just listen quietly,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], because I know that a genuine understanding of the community who are tired of silence. At that time, you leave I'm almost 100 days.

night under street lamps warm the seemingly happy pair of lovers cling to each other to walk slowly. Bar the door there was a dark gray numbers, says 7-dream. Just walked into the bar, I saw the sad blues playing cheerful woman who sit at the bar next to the left cheek with a touch of small dimples.
I take a detour and came to boss around. Boss with a smile I lost a beer. More and more guests the bar, the boss pulled out his harmonica from his pocket and pulled me to the next electric drum. I see that when the woman turned and saw my face, and that night when Zhang Niya and I look like **** and some panic, and then 喝了一口酒, lit a cigarette, breathing is still very rapid.
blowing boss Ray Charles's music, I name of drums, the bar atmosphere of excitement began. The corner of my left eye has been looked at that woman, she did not dare look at me, then started a smoking one. That night, Bruce played her very confused. I heard her playing quietly left, I think I finally meet you.

next day, I do not see missed calls. Early, I came to Zhang Niya downstairs to meet her work, when I handed her hand out hot early, she was some different, cover your mouth looked at me surprised. On the road, I drove her polo, she leaned to me and we stood silent Zhang Xuan's looked at the front of the scenery. But by this time speechless silence and the past is no longer the same. Used to be looking for, and now is enjoying.
night, I again went to 7-dream, just the door, I heard the blues piano. You turned to look at me, fingers pressing the keys in the cheerful, the eyes are full of sadness. After I sat down electric drum, follow your rhythm playing drums, we regard,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as if in his own mind with the music describes the most profound language. Bar quiet, I began to sorrow, our pace more and more slowly, gradually transformed from a blues to tender ballads. When you press the last pitch, I heard the treble sounded cymbals last little while, I know, we end.

that yearning is in your heart. 241 days when the thought suddenly meet, love like a piece of parasol tree leaves, the wind gently blowing to the wind and fell.

few days later, I left the desolation of the city. I came to Lijiang, Yunnan, very lazy, very elegant place. Here I find a music tutor work, night, went to the bar drum. This side of the road during the day can see a certain group of drum beat, guitar playing and singing, street performers, a night filled with the soft tone filled the streets around the romantic paintings. Zhang Niya seems to replace your identity, she began to call me every morning to wake me up, but at night, we still nest in their bed, then say something disgusting. She said many times to see me, I refused, because your downstairs that Kewutongshu has not withered.

the second year the summer solstice, you leave me 400 days. I sat in the dark green of streams Lijiang sound of water while listening to the sky to see a lot of lonely. I called your phone, ring tones changed, replaced by Li's songs, you seem more and more sad the.
\There is no sadness, only life. \. \small, just like music. \
month later, I married. Zhang Niya I went to Inner Mongolia, into a piece of grassland, cattle and sheep stocking, there are bright, clear voice. There, Zhang Niya asked me to marry her is not an impulse? I said: Yes. She smiled and said: Me too.
Zhang Niya arrived in Lijiang, I went with Zhang Niya to my drums that night, the bar, I was not a drum, but borrowed a guitar with my friends, my first time playing Listen to Zhang Niya, that she was crying. I remember one night many years ago, we quietly hidden in the training audition room, I brought a guitar from the next room, playing the song \as the night's sky ... ...

few years later, I learned, in front of your house that Kewutongshu still very healthy, but I have forgotten the look of it.

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