twentieth century one day

twentieth century one day, someone told Erye, party secretary in the village The trees are sold, dozens of loggers are cutting trees entrance to the village.
Erye angry again, passed his seventies, he once again riding Kua knife. This time, the old horse was almost herve leger exhausted the last laden with his breath he just walked past.
that moment, all the loggers almost simultaneously raised his head, they are surprised at the sudden sight of the old man. Erye drawn saber, Nusheng scold: dare cut me, I would first cut off one of his arm. that moment, I saw a white flash, then a bloody arm fell to the ground, loggers saw Erye come true, have dropped the ax, Baotoushucuan, escape to the.
when the villagers arrived When Erye sat immediately, like a sculpture, had stopped breathing, his one arm, herve leger dress dripping with blood stains at the foot of this land hh
over the top these days, more and more with the hostel found that Wang got a little older these people.
you see him, bed sheets and quilt always Gesanciwu the wash once, after buying food from the cafeteria to the classroom is always a person to eat, others speak with him not to herve leger bandage dress leave too Near, who took his towel and drink cup with whom he was anxious, and just have the lock to the cupboard.
this was spread in the class, and students to see he stayed away for fear of discussions were dull. he does seem to get used to this life, every day sitting in the classroom is always the most secluded corner of the bury.