Chapter Four:Cotton tan dandelion in the windI can't help but turn the car around. Told myself, today is her birthday, her once.In essence I have never required her to be something.Parking at the airport, I plan to go to the Lower House, Europe called me back.-Oh, that is not back to meet my mother?-Not. Now I want to reclaim the England second birthday gift-her eyes said, as the students.I raised eyebrows at you, ỉu down-say!In my heart thought silently, Down Europe, you think you are?Answers surprised me: want to eat cold shrimp tea (*) with me.-I want you to invite you to eat the tea cold shrimp dish-she finished, smiling very treacherous, his eyes seem to tease, she sure must see clearly I'm extreme discontent.Cold shrimp, if I not mistaken memory, only a Council of a bowl. Small day I have ever eaten, tea made of rice flour, white Microfiber round and peeling, abandoned in the ice with red sugar, add less of sesame.I looked at her, the girls always make me nervous not knowing what to do, stand between the early summer breezes do, she laughs like a dandelion dainty cotton are melts in.-I didn't hear wrong? You eat what?-Follow me! -Then she pulled my hands run as fast as possible.That year I am 29 years old, I seem to be in love for the first time in the wind knot tied.(* The cold Shrimp: rice flour processing as Cook rice vermicelli in Vietnam, pressed rice flour cooked over a patched through to the brass cold water, to create the first powder drops to as little as Image Extractor tail, then eat with sugar water, a type of fragrant tea snacks came from Yunnan, China (photo included)She goes before, sometimes back-come, he urged the elderly? -Open your eyes and smiled excitedly. At first she laughed no longer dè places. Days ago the lower Europe not smile or laugh, or only the mouth to look quietly.I am glad, to her fist pulled away, can you imagine me in the light when the wind blows over the perfume the hair she put out the dờn, make European woman scent as turned into her youngest daughter of the sea.Small day reading fairy tales, the sea had twelve daughters, that she's the most beautiful to the most honest.Run a chặp, Down Europe stopping at a roadside gift burden. All "consistent" only a parachute to umbrellas and a desk quadrilateral plates, cold shrimp in tea "dime" was handwritten and Flake paint. In front, a four-level home ranges, kids tough women in the summer sunshine, curious look, two people dress classy dining gift.I feel crazy.Lower Europe very pleased, she allied lining called owner, calling for the two parts of tea.-Lower Europe, right? -Ms. sales look about 50, face full of freckles.-Firmly, carrying Children to eat you! your tea!She sells tea to me, look like mother's cattle Lower jaw. Look at that I'm blushing. I drip sweat. This white shirts, suits, standing tall and straight under the parasols, and know not to hand foot.-Sit down, man! -The friendly Lady invites, laughing as the sunflowers amongst the mountains.I looked Down, I wish the Chair looking European sitting near her.Two tea bowl to carry her home.I don't like to eat, put some water over the Bowl HUP.Lower Europe started eating, a piece of a very fast, no good food, that has seen the bottom of the bowl. Then, she laughed and said, I want more.I don't recognize the new European Landing the night before at the bar, drinking Chivas with a Love seem charming.Fatigue and leg, dropped out of her posing nude sandal foot, double white ceiling nõn heels, pulled the skirt up high exposing thighs, beautiful eye catching couples. She loved in the deep mountain aquatic as tall, don't need whatever the consuming page point charm has charm.She saw me looking, lè tongue Smiley:-You do look younger? Round eyes that, look real idiots!I don't know the answer. She started eating, eat.-Doctor, doctor House tea dishes delicious star woah! I want to add a bat!-Ha Ha, delicious, isn't it? You take to me, how many years did not see you. How's your mother doing?-Yes, she is.Then she resumed eating.-Brother, seems to recover before you come here-I'm not going to ask.-Well, you look at the third House on the left, I grew up in. Children with cold shrimp tea of Uncle Cheung Fo-Fo ... She said, looking at her innkeeper laughed. Bow down to eat again.Real delicious? I feel the same ... just like a drawing in trailers-Monica. As think as do not dare to eat.-You first here? -Where many trees, actually still is poor.-Yes, I'm here. Thirteen years, then probation has a history of more than ten years ago-she said slowly, I imagine her as a beautiful woman grew up from small neighborhood.
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