Faygath Fyaharh
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I can love you to death, can not love you to shame.
Stories (48/0)
Home for special guests
We are now living in this set of houses, two floors, the upper and lower single door alone open four rooms each. The original enterprise restructuring when the office building was sold by law, not far from the county, is the outskirts, surrounded by water farmland on three sides, facing a highway. When we came from the city with the wrap, the four downstairs still pulled up the roller shutter door for business, the upstairs rooms are generally transformed and picked up so that we can live. A backyard is quite large, once leased to others to pile up coal blocks, along the edge of the weeds. I counted about three acres of land against the land certificate. The house is certainly an old house built a long time ago, poured cement roof, a layer of insulation under the roof, and an insulation layer outside a few blocks of window tiles.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Can elopement run to happiness?
I grew up in a big family with a serious preference for sons and grew up with a lot of discrimination, my mother when I was very young, it was constantly in my ear, to be sure to fight, and I fight, every exam to maintain the top two grades throughout the year. However, my parents got divorced during the midterm period, which affected my emotions, and I failed the midterm, which was a very good grade.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Gorgeous turn, the love of the dwarf singer so beautiful
A 27-year-old boy, but only 1.1 meters tall, weighing only 21 kilograms, in the eyes of others, is an authentic dwarf. But he relies on his hard work and self-confidence, in the career of a sky, become a popular audience favorite singer. What's more amazing is that he used his talent and tenderness to move the heart of a beautiful girl of 1.65 meters tall.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Traveling is no less than falling in love
Safflower: A writer of warm-hearted novels, a woman from Jiangnan. Does not like hilarious, has a clean fetish for books and white paper, and likes to collect beautiful diaries. Likes to play a certain song on a loop until she finishes writing a novel. Often sinks into memories. Like to write about youthful love, like to listen to young boys and girls tell their stories, those happened in high school or college simple love, deep friendship, and then, the story will be recorded, turned into a novel. Happy people often have similar happiness, sad people always have a different sadness. A boy told me he liked a girl, the girl also had feelings for him, but the girl's best sister had a crush on him for a long time ...... The sadness between three people always screams sorrow. But my words believe that there are lovers who will come together in the end. So I wrote them together, and I hope that in reality, people who love each other can be together. In youthful love, there is no accommodation, no reluctance, only sincerity, only from the heart, to fly. This should be the best meaning given by the words.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Strange recruitment
The biggest stimulus for Julia was the class reunion. A female classmate married a poor student, and now her husband has several companies. She drives a Porsche and wears an 8-carat diamond ring on her hand. In contrast, Luke is neither a high government official nor a successful businessman, just an ordinary employee. At the end of the midnight party, Rook called to pick Julia up, Julia refused - he must be driving that broken car, how can she not lose face?
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Farewell, the healing hut
For a long time, I couldn't believe it was true, the sound of Lin's departing footsteps echoed like an empty valley every silent midnight. I often walked down the street, tears flowing down my face. The psychiatrist said, "Go for a walk and calm yourself down." I quit my job and withdrew all the money in my bankbook. I thought let's just go wandering, until the day I run out of money and my life stops there!
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
The faint fragrance of lotus flowers
The hustle and bustle of the city are full of tall buildings and traffic, Qian walked into the 312th alley, the alley is not big, thrift stores and small food stores, shriveled dotted with deep alleys, she couldn't wait to turn into the alley, an old store and an old store to search, grandmother's smile and advice near the ears, the fragrance of childhood in the lips, again and again, hope, after walking through a store was washed away by reality, out of the last thrift store, she looked at the burning sky, depressed, thinking, really want to keep looking like this?
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Love the person who holds the umbrella for you
The other day I saw a picture of the great painter Wu Guanzhong and his wife. On Huangshan Mountain, it was probably raining. Wu Guanzhong was painting, and behind him stood his wife, holding an umbrella. I stayed in front of that picture for a long time, what a moving scene. She stood behind him, holding an umbrella for him, and years later, she had dementia and went to the kitchen to turn on the gas back and forth, she was always afraid that the gas was on, and he followed her, she turned it on, he turned it off.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
The love you meet at the corner
At the weekend, there was a talk show on TV, the theme was "Love's Choice". The woman who was invited to the scene is a graceful, elegant elderly, her eyebrows have the happiness that can not be hidden, with the corners of the lips slightly curved down diffuse.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
I send you my teenager
A small worm breaks out of the ground It was the most beautiful March of Ruan Yunting's life. It started snowing again in Harbin, and she was in a terrible mood, like white bread soaked in water, boring as hell. The business of the dumpling house gradually cooled down, three or two diners were whispering, and the stone-paved streets were full of pickers who came and went in fear. In the eyes of sixteen-year-old Ruan Yunting, the world looks so pale and lifeless.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Beat the love rival with elegance
My girlfriend Vianne is a girl with classical feelings, likes classical music, likes to sip tea and get incensed, likes to wear a cheongsam, likes to write some light and sad words on the blog, low eyebrows brimming with small woman-like, but can make people unforgettable. Such a girl, there are naturally a lot of age-appropriate suitors behind her, but none of them can move her heart. In her opinion, those people are still green peach, hairy, not yet faded out of the green, such men can only let her occasionally look back, a smile.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction