Then she pressed out the letter

Her carrying a box of mooncakes take the elevator, has been sinking, has been sinking, as if falling into hell

"Xiaoke, also don't work? You're not mooncakes to the family's home?"

Xiaoke nodded in SMS knock out in a line of words:

"I am going to the family's home for dinner, a happy Mid-Autumn festival! Never forgotten, never forget." Then she pressed out the letter, hesitated for a minutes later, the information deleted.

Her carrying a box of mooncakes take the elevator, has been sinking, has been sinking, as if falling into hell.

On the first floor the elevator door open, her change into a smiling face walked arm in arm, and go home. The boyfriend,

After retirement, soul driven to write about ZhuoBi fathers, about his wife's article, also wrote a few pieces of my life experiences of people and things, successively in carrying out, related publication obtaining some heart debt. Recently GuiZheng manuscripts, imperfections bolton now - I have not yet been write about mother's article.

My mother in 2003 on December 14, died at the age of 84.