dead: Liu Jianjun
epitaph: the child before the parent died, depression Momin Church. Overwhelmed, and the East China Sea see the Dragon King. Inherited his father's blog, the parent continued the baton. Reminiscence of the Past and then the situation, see the power of grief. Harmony live, children and grandchildren for generations strong.
son never come back.
these days, old Liu hooked on social dance. Drinking tea every day to and together with his wife, Liu Dadao outside, with a group of active older people on the bones. Son is no longer a topic. Some people who know, not to mention his face. Like, he evaporated from the same.
old Liu also think they all have faded. However, the dream is still to come back his son. The day before yesterday morning,
tory burch flip flop, he was tidy home, my son came in a sudden knock on the door, still one does not speak up the way, decadence, silence, focusing instead on the way the brain boring. He was a bit angry, Rice ... ... Looking around the home, furnishings remains the same,
tory burch outlet, empty. A long time, and suddenly, but a dream. Lao Liu look sad on the heart.
son, Army Day Army is born in August. Youngest in the home accounted for, was his darling children. The child playing small to live up to expectations,
tory burch wedges, after graduating from high school admitted to Tianjin University, and later has been working for foreign companies in Shanghai set the house their home. That he entered the U.S. company to produce Cai Yinji known, the army is responsible for installation, maintenance and training.
one of these machines the value of Ji Bai Yao tens of millions, the company attaches great importance to after sales. Once the equipment is a problem, ask them to rush to repair the first time. For example, the customer problems in Suzhou, he was immediately stopped in the streets of Shanghai taxi, spend several hundred dollars should immediately roundup.
him on the foot like clockwork, every axle turn. There was a continuous maintenance for four days and four nights, no do not do well left off. Army often hung in the mouth of the word, Distressed family members, advised him to resign, he would not, could not bear it Bajiu Qian's monthly salary.
family became aware that, the army seems to be some problem, often a person stay in the room, silent, his eyes dull. Talk to him, like a horse. A check, he is actually suffering from depression, personality more and more silent and withdrawn. One day, have popped up a Day, the army hides the card to work, bring tool bags, computer bags, said to be out maintenance. Call a taxi, but open to the sea, he let the master pull off it. The door opened, he shoved jump out. Teacher aware of bad, but caught an empty hand. Only to hear the splash, this young life, fall into the sea, instant capsize. Police followed the work he left behind a license, only to find their families.
11 day of the month, old Liu called his son, but is wife answered the phone. wife to take care of the army, He eventually pulled through, However, how can I forget so good.
day morning, woke up,
tory burch us, he could not go to sleep, struggling for a long time the strong, have been swept empty. He find pen and paper, brush to write the poem.
So far, the army still did not find the bones. Summer, he will go to Shanghai, to his son build a cenotaph. Monument to something which the poem as an epitaph. That morning, around silent. Read, read, head to emerge son's face,
tory burch flats, wearing glasses, carrying a gift, follow exactly the same as the former home.
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