Chapter 30 contract

I always feel that Yinger is shopping in one place, and I always feel that I can still see her.When I said this to myself, I saw her picking fruit, her face wrinkled by the sun under the tarpaulin, and a bony protrusion on her thin wrist. I just realized that I am so stupid, helping others to lie to myself.What I think of, others will think of it, and Yinger will think of it earlier, because it is her own business, and she thinks it very carefully.I know she is gone, but I always feel that her name is still there, as a thin cotton thread.Now I know that her name is gone, all gone, including the date of her birth.She was alive, walking down the street with the old man with soft beard and hair.She can give her tenderness, her body, her quick taste, she can give in parts.Just like what you paid in Beijing and what you paid on the island.She could cry, but it was useless.She didn't really cry, she could use anything, including tears.She would stand up and lie down, and her days would hit my heart like a wooden handle hit by a hammer, opening and being bound one by one.She didn't know what was true, she thought I just wanted her and she had paid for it.She didn't know what she took from me, and finally said the unpaid air ticket.She touched my heart and made me see where I belonged. This is the only thing she paid me, and now, it's almost gone.

There is nothing scarier than living forever. Just slide down like this, without purpose.I know God's arrangements are wonderful.I also know that like the sea, I am angry at this dazed sea-like world, and she hides in the middle of the sea.A drop of water hides in the middle of the sea, how can you find her.A fish has a name, a crab has a name.A drop of water, I know she is not a drop of water, not quite.She is alive, eating, thinking, even laughing.No one can pour out what's in there like money out of a jar.I was angry at the thought of her being so careful; I was also angry at the thought of her being so careless, that she had taken mine and made me incomplete.I seldom live so openly in front of others, and she has seen my whole life.She knew what was going to happen to me, even a little more than I knew myself.No, not that much, but she could guess.

We went up these steps, thousands of steps, like going up a mountain. I thought I would see her at last, whether it was her soul or her body, but now I have to walk all the way into the air, what should I do?I can't die, I cherish my death, it's as beautiful as paint, it should paint a picture. God punished me and asked me to make a book. I refused to do it, but it still forced me to do it. I admit it.Because if I can do it or not, God will punish me and let me do it.I just did it, and I can never say I'm an unlucky man in this matter.What if I can't even say a word?These words can save me, although I do not want to be saved.

God, I agree with what you asked me to do.It's been a long time since I made a pact with you, but this time I make a pact with you: I do what you tell me, and you must let me do it.