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His death at home, there is a broken side cello, suicide for unknown reasons. I raise my hands rose, knocked on the door, prepared to marry my first 101. I first propose to the brow of that year, she was only 18 years old. She is the greatgrandmother’s granddaughter Dong, to Grandmother over the summer, my family and neighbors the
Tung family, I was the third son, her brothers to swim, refused to take me. I cry randomly catch up the door, she heard this in the next, and we came to ask: "I have, what are you crying?" Force is asked to understand, it took me to their own, after sharing popsicles when I buy back a red bean
Popsicle. I asked her why she called the brow, she said to me: "jade puzzle Diaolan Still in force is." She just said something I will remember and never forget. She took me to every day, every day to buy me a popsicle, and I therefore feel that the world has only her best, just like she said: "Premier sister,

Birthday. Came to the grave, his heart hit a pain. She took him ran out of burial, stand in the sun, she took the initiative to kiss him, she smiled at him: "marry me, I will be more than she loves you." He smiled and nodded, eyes bright moving, she ran across the street, a lollipop into his hand exclaimed:
"I love you." he closed his eyes, open your arms, she ran to him happy, but a flurry of later, when he opened his eyes and saw her still beautiful down in a pool of blood, she closed her eyes, his face is still moving past the smiling faces. He held her back to their room, put her in bed,
He played from the "love", the voice ethereal and plaintive, to draw a tear from her cheek, no, it was his tears, he smiled and looked at her : "Mom, I have finally tears, because she is the one I love." began a life of love for love has finally ended. Postscript: October 10, 2003, the famous cellist jumped to