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7 - Ririn

if you ask "what am I looking at all that time?", I will say "a beautiful woman at the stop who may be my future wife!".

The woman, wearing a bright yellow coat, always carried a yellow umbrella, with a sorrowful look at the blue sky, never took a step from her present place, among the filthy dust, the smoke, the strangers waiting for the bus to stop.it was always there, at the dilapidated bus stop, standing tall and upright holding an open yellow umbrella, making the susana no longer disgusting.

a few days ago, I had a look at him for 48 hours nonstop, and there was no boredom at that time, every smile, every blink, every breath blowing from his beautiful mouth... it felt so good, even when I came home I had some diseases, and could not see any more women at the stop for a long time, but there was no sense of the hatchet to see it again.

today the woman at the stop is gone, somewhere she goes with all that charming beauty. somewhat disappointed by this fact, but she is also a human being who has to move as usual, as usual, it's natural to go home or something.

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it's been 5 days since I saw a beautiful woman at the stop, what's going on? why didn't he go back to his place? what bad thing befell him?..may he be okay, healthy and happy.although these eyes can no longer see for so long, but I would still be happy if I knew he was healthy.

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for a long time did not come to visit the stop as usual, I can not count how many seconds passed without his beautiful presence.This hand can not stop swaying, I can not count, asking for a godly woman at the stop (which is now gone). These lips no longer want to talk, other than the beautiful woman at the stop (which is now gone). these two eyes did not want to blink, as long as they saw the beautiful woman at the stop (which is now gone).that's the problem ..he did not disappear from there, I'm too lazy to look for the existence of the beautiful woman.

a few days ago, an old man brought a beautiful woman at the stop, only in the form of paper.he put beautiful papers of the muarahan all over the corner of the stop just before he stood. although the beauty has returned, I am not happy with this situation, it must be back to how it was, standing there, wearing a yellow coat, he said, holding the yellow umbrella open while gazing sadly at the sky instead of being in disgusting cheap paper, smile in there, replace the one painted in there... I must be able to see it in person and real at the stop!! I do not accept, I do not accept him at all. If he goes somewhere, it is natural. However, if someone takes the beauty of a woman at the stop, then there will be no mercy, no mercy, there will be no mercy!!

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finally he came back, when the ambition began to disappear, I rediscovered.although it was not easy to make a woman as beautiful as he stood at the stop, somehow I could make him return to the stop as usual. a little forcing from there to here, but ambition is still ambition, which must be fulfilled without exception.

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three days later, there was something strange about a beautiful woman at the stop, she could no longer be called beautiful, she was no longer a beautiful woman at the stop, now she was just a woman at the stop-no, she was not, bad woman at the stop. pale blue skin that emits an unpleasant aroma, hundreds of flies circling the body that is no longer beautiful, maggots inhabit every inch of the pores of his skin. the sad look that was envious of the lagit was no longer at the stop for a long time, only two white eyeballs were straightening in, with jet-black eyelids not beautiful.

when I look at the photo of the woman at the stop on a piece of disgusting paper, with all my efforts, I look all over the place, then find my idman woman there... under the white board with insignificant inscriptions, in the ground, in a very ugly and nauseating chest, I found him. back then he was wearing a fine white cloth, what fabric is that? he seemed calm, without the slightest burden, I carried the woman at the stop away from the quiet place in the dark of the night, he used a yellow umbrella in a sluggish lunlai hand. First of all he would not stand up straight at the stop like he used to, so I tied a wire to the body and a pole stop, so I tied it up, don't be mad at me, it's for his own good, so he can stand up straight as he used to.

Maybe he's mad at me? because of my rude treatment? because it's my selfishness to see him standing at the stop? and now he's rotten like a disgusting carcass...

uh! just wait! now he's smiling.

it turns out that she is indeed a beautiful woman at the stop, a woman who will be my future wife...

although his body is disgusting, but his smile is still beautiful...

it's not wrong that I fell in love with a beautiful woman at this stop.